If Reggie did the usual Reggie thing, he'd go forward with his plans. Bella couldn't have that. And who better to sabotage him in the worst way possible than Norman? And who better to make it hurt bad than Taylor Swift?
She hit dial. "Hello, Norman. Bella...."
********
The theme of the day was packing up. Getting the past semester all put away to get ready for the next one and the big things coming up. Like many students, Jake and Jose were going along with that theme, putting together the last of their things before getting ready to head out on their own holiday adventures.
"Kira select any tag team yet?" asked Jake. "Or are we in the dark until we come back?"
"PLEASE don't mention that name to me," Jose said. He massaged the temples of his head, trying to drown at the pain that the mere mention of the annoyance of his life brought up. "I'm just fucking waiting to see how she finds a new way to ruin my life."
Right one cue with that, there was a loud knock at the door. Jose opened it only to have Camila barge in yelling, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were working with your ex-fucking girlfriend?!?"
"Wait, what?" Jose asked. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Don't give me that! Your hot but in that trashy fucking way that of course you like ex fucking got in MY face and called me a fucking temporary substitute for her and she was about five seconds from me gouging out her god damn eyes! Lili had to hold me back...THEN she told me all about you two...how could you not fucking tell me that a woman you almost married is all of a sudden back in your life?"
Lili then sheepishly stepped in. "I'd just like to point out I only said what I heard from dirt sheets and prefaced it by saying I didn't know how true the reports were...and the general thread was she's a monstrous bitch, which has indeed proved to be true."
"See? I fucking knew it!" Jose said. "I knew that the moment she fucking showed up this morning that she'd find some way to wreck things for me, and now she's fucking with my girlfriend. How did she even find you?"
"Guess who's going to be on campus next semester?" Cami asked, her anger at the situation being another thing she had in common with Jose. "She was touring the campus and your tag team name got brought up and that bitch unleashed Hell. After Lili fan-girled out first, of course."
"Hey, I didn't know she was a for real bitch when that happened!"
"Lili, Jake, could you guys do me a favor and leave Cami and me alone for a bit?"
"Yeah, sure pal," said Jake, putting his arm around Lili and leading her out.
Now alone, Jose had Cami join him on the bed, sitting side by side. He softly went for her face, turning her gaze to him.
"You really didn't know until this morning?" she asked. "For real?"
"Hell no," he said. "If I had known they were even thinking of bringing her in I would have been very damn vocal. I never, EVER want to see her again. But now she's here and we have to work with her...but that's it. I promise. I love you and I just don't want anyone else. Notice the lack of jokes? She made my life a living Hell, you do the exact opposite."
"Yeah...but you two were engaged..."
"No we weren't. She SAID we were, but I never bought her a ring, no matter how many times she told me to. Mainly because she was always fucking someone behind my back and let me know it. That's how that rumor got started. Kira is a lot of things. But she's not you. So you're always going to win...especially when you say things that get me all hot and bothered like threatening to gouge her eyes out."
Cami laughed, then scooted just close enough to him to put her head on his shoulder. "So you're stuck with her?"
"For now." he replied. "But she's nothing to worry about. You're the first woman I've ever told "I love you" and meant it. With her, it was always some kind of messed up game. I either said it or she found some new way to twist the knife."
"Why did you waste your time with her then?"
"I thought the biggest thing in the world was having a hot girlfriend. That was the important thing. Didn't matter what she did or said. Now, I know a lot better."
"Are you saying I'm not hot?" Cami asked, the humor in her tone finally returning.
"OH no, you're hotter than a Scotch bonnet and sweeter than...uh...something that's super sweet."
"Nice, I can see why you're always the one with the mic." She moved her lips to his kissing him. "I love you."
"I love you too...and that's why. Well, one of the reasons. You bust my balls but you're not mean about it. Well, now that we're dating at least."
"Hey, all those other mean things before we dated don't count because we were playing "I don't like you" to avoid admitting we in fact, did like each other. Now...I'm only joking with you. I don't want to actually hurt you...so I'm sorry I came in screaming like that. It's just...THAT BITCH."
"Oh believe me, I know all about that bitch. She lives the gimmick. Fuck she'd even book me in the most fucked up and dangerous matches yo could think of without my permission or knowing about it. So there are definitely physical scars too." The couple lied down on the bed, side by side holding hands. IT was time to change the subject to something more pleasant. "So...New Year's....got plans, Ms. Mendes?"
"I just might," she smiled. "How would you like to join me on a private jet...with a bed and chilled champagne...to Manhattan on New Year's Eve. No Time's Square. That's no where near as fun as people think it is. But a nice Penthouse suite...just the two of us?"
"That sounds amazing babe....but I would need to check my bank account, to see if my Hulk Hogan-sized pay day has come in..."
"It's all on me."
"What? Wait...how much do they pay you at the print shop?"
"I'm rich," she said, just blurting it out. "My family is like, mega rich. My dad owns hotels. A lot of them. Good ones too. There are a couple in town. I...I didn't tell you because I thought you'd look at me different or something. I don't know. I don't really like to flaunt it that much. Lili and Madelaine are pretty much the only people I let know. And that was only after they knew me. And Peter knows but we grew up together so there's no way I could keep that from him. But...I just didn't want my money to influence how you felt about me, good or bad."
"Okay...so...why do you work at the print shop?"
"Really? That's your one question?"
"I'm a simple man."
"Obviously." Camila climbed on top of him, kissing him again. "My dad. He told me the only way he'd pay for school was if I got a job. He wants me to learn responsibility, being where I'm supposed to be when people are counting on me, all of that. Fine by me. Daddy didn't raise a vapid rich bitch."
"Okay."
"Really? That's it?"
"You're still you...just with a few more dollar signs than I thought."
"So...is that a yes for New Year's?"
"Of course! Also we could visit Titan Towers! And the Hammerstein ballroom!"
"Those are all wrestling things, huh?" Cami asked.
"Yup!"
"So...I'm gonna be distracting you with a lot of sex then while we're there...that cool?"
"Well, you could always start now...unless your limo driver is waiting, rich girl."
"Oooh, you are sooo paying for that," Camila laughed before taking off her shirt. "But, you know, later after the orgasms and cuddling."
*******
"How long you think they'll be up there?" asked Lili.
"Long enough for to just start relaxing on this lumpy lobby couch." replied Jake. "Maybe longer if they're already screwing."
"Yeah, I don't see this being a fight moment."
"So...they weren't engaged, just so you know. Dirt sheets were WAY off about that."
"I know! I forget that Cami loves Jose but isn't a fan of the whole wrestling thing. She doesn't know that most of the time those guys are talking out their ass."
"Well, this time they had good reason to say things. Kira was essentially going around saying it. Jose never asked, never wanted to. BY the time she was saying that he was already planning his exit."
"Was she really that much a of nightmare? I mean, I have to say I'm a fan of her work but she was real...and pardon my language, cunt to Cami today."
"Oh she's one of the most awful people I've ever met. Her attitude easily undoes anything physical about her by a long shot. But she can spot easy pesy and Jose can be the easiest of them. I mean, according to him no woman really even gave him the slightest look until Kira. Even if it was just to have her own personal emotional punching bag, he was game as long as he had some someone. But even he had a breaking point."
"Wow, he doesn't let on. But I guess I really see why Cami fell so hard then. She really hates the usual guys she dealt with. Big money, bigger egos, small...you know. Thought they owned her. She's been burned too, but, you know, kind of the opposite way. Like, they thought they owned her because she faked a few orgasms. The moment that happened, she dropped them like flies. So...yeah, those two make a lot more sense."
"Like puzzle pieces."
"See, with words like that I can't help but think you should get the mic more." Lili scooted closer to Jake, who then wrapped his arm around her. "So, let's move on to us..."
"Well, I am a big fan of that subject."
"Well, that's a relief," Lili said. "So...are we doing anything for New Years? I know Cami is springing her plans on Jose right now. Probably unless things have really gone south."
"Actually...I have a great plan."
"I'm all ears."
"Well, the last few time Jose and I worked in mexico, we did it for less than we usually would. The promoter said he'd owe us later, and it was good exposure. Anyway, last week I called in that favor."
"Oooh, I like where this is going...go on."
"Well, the promoter is in the hotel business, just like Cami's dad...and I called in the favor..."
"And I am listening as intently as possible now..."
"I got us the honeymoon suite at an amazing hotel for six days. Free. We only pay for food and stuff. The room is on him."
"Oh my god!" Lili said, jumping up from the couch. "You're kidding...Mexico? New Year's Day in Mexico! Home of Luche Libre and amazing beer? Yes! Oh my god, YES!"
"Well, New Year's Eve too but I'm glad you're as excited as I am."
"Wait, Eve?"
"Well, yeah. See, I was thinking I pick you up at seven, we grab some food for the road...and I planned it just right so we'd be in the parking lot of the hotel right at midnight, and kiss as the fire works go off. You know what they say. First kiss of the new year is the person you're sharing that year with."
"That...that sounds great."
"It doesn't sound like you think it's great." Jake got up and pulled Lili close to him. "What's wrong?"
"It's just, well...I kind of made plans for New Year's Eve. Not the day, but Eve...yeah."
"How do you make plans for Eve but not the day?"
"I don't know! But I did...I didn't know you were planning something like this! And I love that you did...it's amazing, but I can't make plans with a friend and then ditch them."
"I'm sure Cami will understand, Lils."
"It's not Cami, she has her own plans, remember? An older firend of mine I haven't seen in a while. We always spend New Year's Eve together, so...we're doing it again."
"Okay, well this other friend will understand when you let them know what your boyfriend just sprung on you."
"I don't think I can do that babe...it's, you know, tradition. Why can't we just go up early on New Year's Day? The room will still be there, right?"
"Because the moment will be gone." He began to pace around the room. Not angry, just frustrated. "So...you're just flat out saying no?"
"If we just have to go on New Year's Eve...then yes. I...I'm not going to ditch Hailee. We do this every year."
"Oh, I see...and we wouldn't be doing this every year is what you're saying."
"No!" Lili began to walk towards him, trying to reassure him. "I..I just don't want to let anyone down baby. Come on, don't put me on the spot like this."
"I...I have to think on things," Jake said.
"Jake...babe..come on...I'm sorry..." Jake didn't hear her, he was already out the door. Lili crashed down on the couch like she'd been gut punched. What a way to start Christmas vacation.
*******
It had been a fairly eventful day for Kira Kosarin. Raised a little Hell, toured a campus, and now she was back at the office as it were, checking out her new gear in the mirror. The entire ensemble was mostly sparkly green, gold on matte black.
It wasn't much different from her usual gear really. Just now, green instead of red. And of course, the sparkly texture of the colors. It was still two piece, and both pieces showed off her assets very well.
She turned in the mirror to look at how her already amazing ass looked even better being hugged by the tight material of the shorts. She smiled at the reworked logo right on her butt; "KAOS" on a razor blade, dripping with blood. Went well with the bloody razors on her top as her razor blade earrings. She didn't mind putting money into it. The investment was always returned.
She then turned to the front. The top was tight, showed off her tits well too, but there was a new added edition. B-sides the top being low cut, there was a bit of a boob window, showing off even more cleavage.
"Beauty and the beast in one package," she said to herself, smiling. That was her rep, both in the ring and out of it. And she prided herself on it.She loved being one of the hardest hitting, most violent wrestlers this side of Candice Le Rae. She also loved manipulating things behind the scenes to get exactly what she wanted by any means necessary. The razor blades meant something to Kira. It meant she was as cut throat s they come. And that was partly why she was there at the moment.
She had done a little make-up as well, essentially ring ready...or photo shoot ready. She tied her hair up in a pony tail and headed towards the boss' office. It was time for some fun.
After his little confrontation with Jose's current step down from her, Kira already knew everything about her. The main thing, the thing she was going to use, was the strong likelihood this girl was squeamish. She could tell just from talking to her and how she talked about Jose that she wasn't a fan. Meaning she probably didn't know how hurt they really could get in the ring.
All Kira, in her mind, had to do to get Jose back into her possession. And that was simple. She had to pt him in the most violent match she could imagine. A death match beyond imagination.
Now, there was a potential problem, Kira wasn't the booker. However, that never stopped Kira from putting Jose in that position before. She had fun ways of getting what she wanted.
She couldn't help but smile as she headed to Evan's office. He was probably there with Trent, getting ready for the big NYE show where she was set to debut. She was hoping they would be receptive to her ideas....and if not, she had all the best ways of making her case.
Kira knocked on the door and walked in. Trent and Evan were at a desk, looking over booking sheets and note books. "HI guys," Kira said, her voice soft and seductive with a smile that matched. "How do I look?"
Kira twirled around, making sure the men got a good look at her ass and breasts along with every curve of her body. "You like?"
"Uhhh, yeah," Trent said. "Looks great."
"Really good." answered Evan. "New?"
"Just came in. I picked it up and just had to come back here to try it on and then show it off." She turned her back to them and grabbed her firm, round ass. "See? The shorts are a little higher than my old gear. Shows off a bit more of the cheeks."
Kira turned back around to face them. She could tell they were already under her spell, but still, she wanted to put the cherry on top before she moved forward. "And the top I had cut lower. Boob window too. I mean, I can out-wrestle most of the people you hire, male or female, but I also don't mind flaunting the sex appeal. Just means more money, right?"
"Can't disagree there," Evan said. His smile gave away his intentions, which were Kira's intentions as well. "What can we do for you Kira?"
"Well, I was thinking about my debut for you guys. I want it to be huge. Insane huge."
"Same here," Trent said. "We're open to any ideas you may have."
"Well, I'm thinking we open up the show with Callous Pain in the ring," said Kira. She made her way to the desk and took a seat on it. "Alison yammers on about how no one is a challenge for the team, yadda yadda, my music hits...I kill it as always, and bring out the Haberdasher...that's the team I've picked by the way. Back and forth between us all on the mic...then we set up a death match for the main event. I'm talking barb wire, light tubs, the works. No mercy."
"Whoa, a death match?" Evan asked. "As a debut? I don't know isn't that a bit much?"
"I have to side with the boss here. That's a feud capper, not the way to begin one."
Oh come on boys, think of the hits you'd get. So many people flocking to the website just to stream that kind of match for free? It guarantees the PPV event will go over huge. They'll want to see how we top it. And believe me, we will. You've seen what it says on my t-shirts. Sex, Blood and Rock N Roll. I don't just wear that phrase, I live it."
Kira gave them both a look that went right to their crotches. They knew what she was going to do to get what she wanted and didn't really have a problem with it. But they still needed to play the part.
"I don't think the other team will go for it. Especially the death match part."
"Then don't ask Alison or Jake," Kira said, sliding off the desk and onto her knees. "Go to Jose first. You know he can't ever say no to a promoter...so get him. And then you'll have your match." Kira reached her hands out to both men's crotch, feeling their cocks through their pants. "Now, I think we've got a plan here gentlemen...but I could always do some more convincing if you want. All you have to do is stand up and drop the pants."
Evan and Trent were up and pants down in the blink of an eye.
Kira grasped both hard cocks pointing right at her and started to gently pump. "Oh my god, look at these cocks," she said. "So beautiful. I don't know where to start. They both look so good."
She looked up at the men and licked her lips. Her mouth hovered over one, then the other, her hot breath making the rock hard members twitch. She couldn't hold the grin back any longer.
"How about this? I close my eyes and oyu boys decide who goes in first and we go from there, okay?" Kira closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She didn't have to wait long for a cock to take up residency in it. And from the sound of the moan, it was Evan. The boss gets first dibs, predictably.
Her brown eyes opened and Kira dutifully began to suck Evan's cock while her hand pumped on Trent's. Both men were very happy with the arrangement.
"Suck it girl," Evan growled. "Take the fucking dick baby. Just like that." His hands were on her head, guiding her along as she sucked him. Kira didn't mind. This was how she got what she wanted, by giving them what they wanted. Besides, if they took too many liberties, she could do a lot of damage from where she was now.
Kira removed her mouth and brought her lips to the sides of Evan's dick, working them up and down almost like a paintbrush. Then her attention turned to Trent.
"Oh shit yeah!" he yelled as Kira sucked him into her mouth. "Mmm that's right baby... all you honey... all you..." She winked at him as Trent put his hands behind his back, letting her take control. Different strokes, literally.
Kira matched Trent and held her behind her back, letting her mouth do all the work on him. It was more than enough. Kira knew exactly what she was doing. Sucking his balls at first, his his hard cock rest and rubbing against her face as he worked over the healthy orbs. It was an attentive action to be sure, but just a bit of kindling compared to the blaze Kira cold set off if she wanted to.
She licked the underside of Trent's cock from base to root, her mouth ready to take him in. And when she did, she went full tilt, no mercy. She was almost fucking him with her mouth, making it a near impossible struggle for Trent to not use his hands right then and there to fuck her face.
Kira pulled back with a loud slurp, replacing her mouth with her hand and giving them both an eager grin, saliva dripping from her mouth.
From there she went back and forth between the two poles, giving each man their own treatment. Even liked it a bitch rougher around the edges. Kira allowed him to face fuck her a few moments or teased he crown with her teeth. Evan didn't even mind a bit of a prostate massage. Kira took a mental note of this. He might be fun enough for a solo ride.
Kira got to her feet and the men were on her again. Trent grasped her tight top, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside while Evan was now on his knees, working on Kira's bottoms. With them off, his mouth went to her own well rounded and firm bottom, burying his face in it as he buried his fingers in her sopping pussy.
"Oh fuck...mmmm, yes boys, just like that," Kira moaned. With Trent lovingly sucking her tits and Evan going for the whole lower torso, Kira was just about ready to let them take over...but that would mean it would all end too soon. Where was the fun in that?
"How about another game, boys?" Kira said. She hopped up n the desk and leaned back on her arms. "Same as the first one, kinda. See, I lay back, eyes closed, legs open, You choose who gets my pussy first...and then the other can have my mouth all to themselves...until we switch things around again,of course."
Kira laid back, her eyes closed. She heard whispering, the men discussing in hushed tones who would go first. The element of surprise, she loved it.
The talking stopped and she heard the men take their places. She let out an eager moan as the cock entered her cunt. And the moment the dick's owner moaned, she knew Evan had won first dibs. Benefits of being the boss.
She opened her eyes and winked at a waiting Trent. He was hypnotized watching the flesh of her tits jiggle with every hard, hungry and urgent thrust.
Kira winked at Trent and extended her tongue, licking the tip of his cock right before she took it in her mouth, Trent's hands now on those amazing tits of hers. He pawed, squeezed, did everything hand could do to that flesh. And Kira was giving that dick the sucking of a life time, or the best she could from her position. All mouth and tongue, just the way Trent seemed to like it.
And Evan, of course, was loving it. Loving the feel of her hot and tight velvet box, how her fit body felt in his hand. Tight, yet just a bit of softness where it counts. Fucking her was not what got her the job. Kira herself was a draw. But if this was how she called in favors, creative or otherwise, Evan had no problem with Kira being part of the creative committee.
"Mmmmfuck...hey Evan," Trent said, fighting through a haze of pleasure to form words. "Ready for that switch up?"
"Mmm, want my pussy now Trent?" asked Kira. "Ready to get what Evan's been loving?"
"Almost." Trent replied with a grin. Evan pulled out and Trent climbed up on the desk and straddled Kira's chest, placing his cock between her breasts. "I get first crack."
"Oh, I do love a breast man," Kira said. She pressed her tits tight around his cock and Trent began to thrust. "Mmm fuck yeah baby... use those fucking tits honey... fuck them. FUCK. MY. TITS! Fuck yes I love it!"
"Yeah, oh fuck yes Kira...gonna fuck your fucking titties so good baby...oh shit yess..."
Kira was lying when she said she loved breast men. Something about being titfucked gave her a rush. Not a full on orgasm kind of experience, but a bit of sizzle on the steak, as it were. She figured, if she was blessed with such a perfect rack, why not have some fun with it...and when other felt the same, well...that was just magic.
She extended her tongue, licking at the head of Trent's dick with every thrust, peppering his prick pleasure to add to what her tits were doing. She swore she could feel him throbbing in the valley of her breasts.
And Evan? He waited. He enjoyed the show. He knew Trent wasn't going to finish with a tit fuck. That'd be a waste of the fruits the Kira's body was offering up. Besides...as lovely as those tits were, Kira had a lot more to have fun with.
Trent knew if he kept going between Kira's tits, it'd be over for him. He crawled off her and moved to the position Evan had been in. "Bend over," he said.
"Mmm, no problem." Kira switched position from flat on her back to bent over, her back arched, her cunt waiting to be filled.
"All the way," Evan said as he re-entered the picture. "Flat on the desk...other wise how are you going to suck me?"
"Oh, two inside me at once?" Kira asked. "I'm a lucky girl."
"You don't know the half of it."Kira eyed him as he got in front of her face, her body lowering down completely, her mouth open.
The men entered her almost at once. Trent savored her feel, taking long but strong strokes inside of her, eyes shut tight as if her were memorizing the contours of her pussy with his hands at her ass, gripping her round cheeks hard.
Evan on the other hand was pretty much face-fucking her. Kira shrugged it off. It was his style. Taking what he wanted. She could admire that. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't have a soft spot for the rougher stuff.
As much as Trent loved to savor his surroundings, he couldn't help but sped up and match the boss' aggressiveness just a bit, giving Kira more than a few hard slaps on her apple ass. With every stroke his desire grew, just wondering where this could all go. Though it it ended here, he couldn't complain.
"Nnng fuck I meet need another crack at that cunt soon," Evan sneered. He took is cock out, slapping it and rubbing it all over Kira's face, smearing her make-up.
"Yeah, that right?" asked Kira. "Another shot at my pussy when there's a whole new hole to have fun with?"
"Oh yeah?" asked Evan, to which Kira replied with a nod, smiling while she bit her lower lip. Trent pulled out without complaint, bringing his cock to Kira's lovely mouth and Evan went to Kira's ass, giving a bit of worship, kissing and licking that puckered opening before pressing his lobed up cock against her back door.
"Ooooh yesssss," hissed Kira, a grin on her face. "Mmmmmm..." Evan's head popped through that tight ring. Her mouth opened, moaning loudly. That was when Trent decided to place his cock near her mouth, running it along those lips before Kira closed in on the head, sucking while her ass was being taken.
Once again, the difference in the men was apparent. Evan, far more insistent, take charge. Hard, demanding thrusts deep inside Kira's anal cavity. Every thrust smacked against her flesh, his balls hitting her pussy lips every single time.
Trent, he let Kira take as much control as she could, keeping her hair out of her eyes, making sure he got a full view of everything. Two styles working amazing together for Kira, and two she would be quite eager to revisit on a more one on one basis.
"Ohhhh fuck..yeah baby...fucking tight, round fucking ass...fuck yes best fucking ass I've ever had...YEAH!" Evan geared back, slapping her ass hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Kira loved it when they got into it. Made them far more open to try new things...and do exactly what she wanted later.
"Let me see those eyes," Trent said. He put his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes t his. "I wanna see them... unnng, wanna see them while you suck me..."
She gave him everything she had with those eyes, joining together with Kira's mouth and hand in giving Trent the best blowjob possible while fucked up the ass, which if Trent was anything to go by pretty damn good.
Evan's hand gripped Kira's hips hard, refusing to lessen their death grip as he strokes got a bit long and deeper, slowing down a bit to change things up. His eyes went from her ass to her face, Kira having looked over her shoulder and giving him a hungry, hungry look.
"Switch it up," Kira said, winking at Trent. "I think Trent here deserves a round up there."
"What about me?" Evan asked, giving Kira a few extra hard pumps."
"Nnngfuuuuck... well, I do have another hole... and I'm not talking about my mouth."
"You serious?"
"Very serious, Evan."
With that, Evan pulled out of the seductress' ass and his way over to the couch. Kira followed, wasting no time in lowering her pussy on to his cock. Then came Trent, the last piece of the puzzle, he kissed her shoulder as he pressed forward himself, his cock having a slightly easier time getting up her asshole after it's previous fucking.
"Ohhhh fuck, that's a lot of cock!" Kira exclaimed once both men were in to the hilt. "Oh shit!"
"But you fucking love it, don't you?" Evan said before taking one of her tits in her mouth, sucking and tugging on the nipple with his teeth.
"Mmmm, every fucking second baby." she replied, leaning over and kissing him, biting down on his lower lip and drawing a smidgen of blood. "Sex, blood, and rock 'n' roll."
All bets were off. It was fully tilt boogie time. The fucking from both men was hard and fast and Kira was dick drunk and craving more.
"Pull my fucking hair!" she screamed. "Grab that fucking ponytail and PULL, Trent... don't... oh fuck yes fuck me... don't hold back!"
Trent reached forward, wrapping her brown hair around his fist, and yanking back, making Kira howl in pleasure, His hand grasped her neck and turned her face to the side. The two kissed in a collision while Evan was having fun with Kira's amazing rack. Kira herself was lost in such a haze of carnal bliss she could have been talked into damn near anything at that point.
Trent's hands glided over Kira's sweat soaked skin, from her ass to her back to her front, grabbing her breasts for a brief moment, getting a feel of the globes before whispering into Kira's ear in between grunts, "I want that pussy again."
"Mmm, I think that can be arranged. " she replied. "Want my ass one more time Evan? Want to fuck my fucking asshole some more, you fucking pervert?
All Evan could manage was nod and a grunt. He stayed in position on the couch while Trent pulled out and Kira turned around, sinking her asshole down and his pole while Trent re-entered through the front.
The fucking resumed. Fast, furious, and no mercy. Kira would never have asked for any. Where was the fun in that?
Trent, as expected, gravitated once more for Kira's tits. He split his time burying in her breasts and at her face, showing a perverted sort of affection towards Kira, whispering absolute filth in her ear while kissing her deeply.
Evan, Evan was just enjoying himself. Not that she could blame him. If she could experience what he was she'd be more than a little tempted to just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Kira could feel it in her gut. As the men were taking her faster and faster, she knew they were too. She was going to cum. And if she was close she knew the men had to be even closer. Time to earn her match.
"You boys gonna cum? Huh? My ass and pussy gonna make you cum? Well you fucking perverts better cover me with it... my tits... my face... make me a fucking cum whore... nnnng, FUCK, just for you!"
Trent pulled out of Kira's ass and she went to the floor, back to her knees. He and Evan were standing on either side of her, jacking there cocks while she rubbed her clit. Watching her moan and writhe on her knees got to be way too much for the men, both of them unloading and utterly covering Kira's face and tits with cum, making a sizable and sexy mess of the woman.
Getting a few extra stream out was viewing Kira cum, almost right when their jizz first made contact with her skin.
Soon, moans gave away to exhausted, but pleased, deep breathing. Not a one of them was clear headed, high on the orgasms that had run through each of them.
"So," Kira said after a couple of minutes of recovery. "How about I go shower up, then we talk about my place on the booking committee?
*****
It had been a fairly good first semester for Camila Cabello. She turned twenty-one, good grades, new friends, wouldn't have to live on campus next semester due to her new job, and her new job was actually a lot of fun. That surprised her, considering it was, for lack of a better term, prostitution.
Camila really, really wish there was a better term. Whore, hooker, prostitute, they all made it seem a lot worse than it was. It wasn't like she was on the street peddling her wares. She had a safe environment with men thoroughly vetted out and a boss who made it her business to watch out not just for Camila, but every woman who worked for her. Working for Sophia made the whole act seem classy because under her, it was.
She never would have imagined doing this for a living when she was younger, but now? It was just a job. A fun one, but just a job. It was sex, but not SEX sex. And it wasn't a forever thing by any means. In order to make it not a forever thing, she had to sometimes work the days no other woman would. It usually meant more money.
That's what lead Camila to take Sophia's call. Pretty much everyone had left the campus at this point. Only five more days until Christmas. Most of Sophia's girls were back home with their families or with the high paying clients, what few there were in the area. Camila was staying put though. It wasn't that she didn't have family or that she didn't want to see them. She just wanted to be on a bit more solid footing financially before taking on a full fledged Christmas break.
Sophia was still in her office on campus. It wasn't too hard to go see her, about this new appointment. All it took was a soft knock on her office door and Camila was welcomed in with a big hug and smile.
"Camila, thanks you so much for taking this job," Sophia said, leading the Latina to a chair. "It's a first timer, but he was willing to pay the holiday price. And you... well, I think you're perfect for him."
"Why's that?" asked Camila. "Not that I'm objecting or anything. Just, well, curious. Is it physical? Another ass man?"
"Honey no offense because that is some genuine talent you have back there, but if it was just that I wouldn't have gone for you. See, this guy, Owen, he's...I'm pretty sure he's a virgin. Or at least never had a girlfriend."
"Oh...."
"Yeah. He was too jittery even for me. Which made me think of you. You've got this really sweet disposition. I can't tell you how many candy grams and flowers get sent here by your regulars. Not even requesting another session, just to say hi. That's something special."
"I got it," Camila nodded. "He needs a soft touch. Maybe break him out of his shell without him realizing it. Don't ride him hard at all, well, unless he asks for it of course."
"Exactly." Sophia replied. "It should be fun. Give him the 100% girlfriend experience. I know that's kind of our exclusive thing here, ut you know what I mean. He wants a genuine girl, you're the most genuine one I've got."
"I'm in," Camila said, blushing a bit.
"Great," said Sophia. "I'll email you the details. His phone number, where to meet him, all that. I think he's booked a suite for you two for after the date for, well, the second half. He's going all out. It's actually pretty cute." Sophia's fingers danced on the keyboard, and after a few strokes, the info was in Camila's possession, signaled by a ding from her phone.
"When should I text him?"
"Id say this afternoon. And actually, call. Get a little preliminary stuff in first, so the conversation at dinner goes a lot smoother."
"You got it," said Camila. She headed towards the door, smiling a bit at what her specialty was in Sophia's business; the Nice Girl. A little naughty, but soft and sensual. Spicy, but more than a little sweet to go along with it.
And why not? None of these men had ever given her any reason to be anything but that. And at the end of the day, it was all business. Owen would be no different.
******
Selena Gomez was more than a little nervous. She still couldn't believe she agreed to this. Yeah, she had blown Reggie and his friend before. The idea made her a little wet. But actually fucking them both? She didn't know if she could go through with that.
However, there was also apart of her that was eager to try. It wasn't a strong part by any means, but it was there, and empowered by the fact that Selena had already agreed to it.
How could she have said no, though? The way he looked when he opened the door to his place, she knew why he called her that late at night. He looked like he'd been through fifty MMA matches in a row. Cuts, bruises, swollen face, he was beaten so badly, Selena would have said yes to anything.
And she did. And now she was looking in the mirror and breathing deeply. She looked at her hair and make-up and resolved this was going to be the only time. Besides, it could be fun. She didn't think she would enjoy anal when it was first brought up by an ex...but she turned out to actually like it a lot. Not an every day thing, but certainly a lot of fun.
Maybe tonight would be two. It better be, for the one and only time she was going to do it.
*******
"She's really gonna do it?" Ronnie asked. "Seriously, she's down with it?"
"Yup," Reggie said with a laugh. "Bella's parting gift of a beating actually helped seal the deal. And Norm checked out all the camera's all the hard drives and back-ups, set up the site. It's already to go live. Only thing missing is this."
Reggie reached into his pocket and took out a glasses case and handed it to Ronnie. "Put 'em on."
"I don't need glasses."
"Good thing they don't have a prescription then ain't it?" Reggie took them out and put them on Ronnie's face. "Camera, dead center. Perfect POV shots."
"Nice. She ready?"
"Yeah, I can call her in. Just, remember, like last time when she blew us, go easy on her, okay? Got to ease her in to all this. And that way, easier for all of us once we get this business rolling."
"Speaking of business," Ronnie said, stepping up to Reggie. "You didn't tell Bella about me, did you? That could end very ad for you."
"The fact that your kneecaps ain't broken should tell you Bella doesn't know shit."
"Works for me. And that means it works for you."
"Nice, great, we done posturing now, or anything else you want to do before we fuck Selena crosseyed?"
Ronnie nodded. Reggie headed towards his bedroom. When he returned, Selena was with him, strikingly beautiful. Ronnie couldn't wait to get her nice and filthy.
She was in something so amazing simple, just a white t-shirt. But it showed off so much. Her legs, her hard nipples through it. And Ronnie could just about make out a small, dark patch of hair around her crotch.
"Hi Ronnie," said Selena. "Nice to see you."
"And it's very nice to see you as well Selena," he said. "Every part of you."
Selena felt a bit odd around Ronnie, but ti came across as cute. "So," she said. "How...um..do we start this whole thing?"
"Well, I was thinking babe...how about you start...and I'm just going to be blunt instead of dancing around the issue, how about you start out sucking off Ronnie? I'll sit back and watch, then join in. That sound good?"
"Mmm hmm." replied Selena. "Anything for you, baby." The two kissed, then Reggie stepped back and took a seat. Then Selena turned her eyes towards Reggie and sucked up all her confidence. It was go time. Now or never.
Selena slid to her knees, her hands running down Ronnie's body, resting on his pants. She unhooked his belt, then down went the zipper, and soon the pants were completely down.
Her brown eyes gazed up at Ronnie while her hand fondled his cock. Her fingers traced up and down his rod, the length growing in her hand. Ronnie already began to breath deep when she teased him, and when her lips finally closed around him, it was pure ecstasy. And it was only going to get better for Ronnie.
Reggie sat back and watched with a smile on his face. She was made for this. Eye contacts was A +, and Reggie knew from personal experience that Selena could suck a golf ball through a plastic straw. Watching her, strictly from an observer's stand point was a whole new experience. Seeing the way her tongue came out, giving just a quick preview of the work it was doing when that mouth was closed. The amount of saliva coming through, leaving Ronnie's pole shiny and slick.
Of course, Ronnie couldn't complain as a participant. Everything Reggie was viewing felt even better. Selena was a perfect little cocksucker. Everything fit Looks and technique. Where she fell short in one area, another instantly made up for it. Experienced tongue, big beautiful eyes, perfectly manicured nails and soft hands. She was going to be a big money makers and was showing why.
Reggie by now had had enough of being on the sidelines. He got up and lost the pants. He stood next to Ronnie, his cock hard and ready to go.
"Mmmm, someone's ready," Selena said, her other hand grasping Reggie's cock.
"Very ready baby." replied Reggie. "Put 'em both in at the same time. Get that mouth full of cock."
"Sure baby." If Selena had any reservations, she was hiding them pretty damn well, or that had all sine long faded away. She stuffed both cocks in her mouth, her lips closing over them, or attempting to, in a futile effort. Her tongue though still got in a few good licks.
"Oh fuck yeah," growled Reggie. "Now just me baby...just my cock." Selena eagerly complied, throwing everything she had into sucking Reggie and exactly the way he liked it. Fast, hard, almost fucking his cock with her mouth herself.
However, this wasn't a race to the finish for Reggie. Nothing could be further from the truth. The blowjob was just a primer. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on Selena's face, the Latina sex kitten practically purring for him.
"You're gonna fucking ride me now baby...ride me and suck Ronnie. Gonna do that for me baby?"
She nodded, licking her lips as she was brought to her feet only to be taken off them once more.
Reggie sat back on the couch and held her by the hips, guiding her slick cunt down on to his cock. The couple moaned as she was filled up, her pussy fully sheathing his rod.
It little time Selena had built up a rhythm, completely lost in the moment. Her loud moans of passion echoed throughout the apartment. She was in heaven, utter heaven as was Reggie. Ronnie wanted back on that stairway as well. He placed his hard cock right at her full lips and without a word spoken Selena sucked him in.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby... suck that fucking dick while he fucks you!" Ronnie yelled. "Dirty little slut for us, aren't you... ohh, fuck YEAH!"
At almost any other time, Selena would have objected to this. The words, especially, but Ronnie being involved as well. But..she couldn't have really backed out, she'd already blown him for Reggie. And now...she was into it...the whole. She was almost ready to do anything.
Reggie's face was buried in Selena's back, grimacing from the pleasure. His hand roamed from her hips to her tits, grasping them as his pace increased inside of her. He wasn't close to blowing, but he couldn't help but want to ride that edge, no matter how dangerous the curves may be.
"I want some of that pussy now," Ronnie demanded. "Need to fuck this hot piece of ass."
"That can be arranged," Reggie said. "Babe, get on your knees and suck your pussy off my cock. Ronnie's gonna get his turn now baby."
Selena obeyed almost without thinking. She was far too eager to please, even she was aware of that now on some subconscious level. But still, she did.
Reggie stayed in place while Selena shifted her here, getting on her knees in front of the couch, he head already in Reggie's lap and sucking his cock while her ass shaking in front of Ronnie, her pussy glistening and waiting for him. He grasped her hip with one hand and his cock in the other, bringing it to her sopping pussy and pushing forward.
"Oh fuck baby you're still fucking tight," Ronnie moaned, thrusting in all the way, filling Selena completely. "Oh yeah baby take it.. take all of it.. FUCKING HELL YEAH..."
Ronnie wasted no time. He went full blast. Hard, fast, like a beast. All the while, Selena was surprising herself by being into it. She moaned with every thrust, the vibrations adding an extra bit of spice to a very sloppy blowjob.
"Yeah... take our cocks baby," Reggie said, urging her on. "Take both of them... so fucking had for you baby... ohhh, yeah every damn inch honey..." His hands reached for her head, holding it in place as he began to fuck her mouth. The two men exchanged glances. It was only the beginning and at this point, they knew Selena was up for anything.
Ronnie gave Selena a few more pumps before pulling out. When he did, Reggie got up himself and the two switched spots. Selena went right back to work, sucking Ronnie while Reggie took her pussy again... but Reggie had another part of the plan.
He withdrew his cock from Selena's snatch and placed the slick pole at her anus, not pressing forward, but not removing it either. The moment the contact was made, Selena's head shot straight up.
"Wanna give me a little more baby?" he asked, rubbing her shapely bum. "Make me feel a little better?"
Selena paused briefly. She wasn't exactly a stranger to anal, but it coming up now made her wonder for a split second what else was being going to happen tonight. But still...she just didn't want to say no.
"Do it, Reggie," she said. "Take my ass..." She winked at him, and he took that as his green light. He pressed forward, the entire room going silent until he got through.
From there it was a few moments of slow thrusts, Selena breathing deeply with every one of them, Ronnie's cock still in her hand being jerked. As Reggie's pace increased, so did Selena's pumping. And the pumping soon gave way to the return of her mouth to Ronnie's prick.
Before too long, it was all back on again, Reggie going at a full pace with Selena's ass and her blowjob in full effect, or the best it could be while being rammed in the ass. Either way, a fun time...and the footage Reggie knew he was getting would bring him customers in no time. Selena was a natural whore.
"Oh fuck...Selena...damn girl your ass is perfect...so fucking good baby...oh shit yes..."
"My turn for a piece of that," said Ronnie.
"Give me a few more minutes, then I'll get back to her pussy and you can take her ass, Reggie said, the full impact of it not reaching Selena's ears right away. "Ohhh, fuck yes baby... take my dick... fucking take it!"
Reggie sped up, drilling Selena as hard as he could, Ronnie's cock falling out of her mouth as her moans once more echoed in the room.
"FUCK YES FUCK MY FUCKING ASS!" she screamed. The words would have surprised even her if she was paying attention to them, but she was a bit too far gone in pleasure to realize that.
But Ronnie was his business partner. After a few more slow pumps, Reggie pulled out of Selena's ass and returned to the couch. He led Selena to him, facing him as she lowered down on this cock. She was starting to ride when Reggie stopped her.
"Let Ronnie get in first," he said.
"Wait, what?" Selena asked. "Reggie, I don't know if I can do that..."
"Sweetie, I promise, it's going to be so much fun, feel so good. " He brought his hand to her face, caressing it while turning on the charm. "Would I lie to you? Trust me."
"O-okay. But...just go slow first, okay...really slow. I've never done this before...never even thought of it."
"Oh, he'll be gentle, right Ronnie?"
"Of course," said Ronnie, rubbing Selena's ass. "You can trust me too."
Selena braced herself. She once again felt a cock pressed against her asshole and push it's way through. What was new was the sensation of just how filled up she was. It was something she had never even thought about before...and it didn't feel that bad, not at all.
True to their word, it began slow, a little bit too slow for Ronnie, but he played along. But the moment Selena began to push back just a little, get more and more into the thrusting of the men. The moment she did that, for Ronnie, all bets were off.
It didn't take long for the three to become a sweaty mass of lust. Reggie now got to fully enjoy Selena's body in a way that taking her from behind simply didn't allow. With his cock fully embedded in her cunt, her sucked and pawed at her tits, the rounds mounds bouncing in time with the furious pace of her double fucking.
As for Ronnie, he was much more focused on the pleasure, the only part of Selena's body her was holding on to was her ass cheeks, squeezing them tight and he rammed her with wild abandoned, spurred on by Selena's enjoyment of it all.
And the enjoyment was far from false. Selena was much more into this then she ever thought she would be... being taken by two men... one in her pussy, the other in her ass... it was beyond belief for her. The sensation was a whole new feeling for her, and it was all good.
And it was far from over. The two men switched back and forth, Selena being full worn out, cumming several times, to the point she had lost count. She was so spent she could barely move, only moan with the a drunkard's smile on her face, still riding high from her series of orgasms.
But all good things must come to an end. She thought she heard through her pleasured haze to get on her knees, Reggie and Ronnie were going to cum. Them pulling out of her was just confirmation for what she had heard.
The sweaty and cock-high beauty was her knees, mouth open, tongue out and smiling, her hand hands out just under her chin, ready to catch every last drop the men were going to fire.
And it was quite and amount, both Ronnie and Reggie utterly coating her, painting her face white with jizz. When the streams slowed to a trickle, she took them both in her mouth, the two sensitive cocks making their owners twitch and wine as she got her few last drops from them.
It was a good night for all, and a surprising one for Selena. And even more surprises were due to come for her...
*****
It's was just a short three days before Christmas, and all through the college town, almost everyone was stirring due to not having finished their Christmas shopping. One of the exceptions to this was Liz Gillies. She had something much better than shopping on her mind.
Among those things was the weather, back east in Jersey, she could have never gotten away with wearing a skirt during the holidays. Not because of any prudish assholes, but the freezing weather was a severe obstacle to wearing anything less than fours layers of clothing unless you wanted to be damn near frozen solid.
But in sunny California, that was far from an issue. Yes, it could get chilly, especially at night. But a lot of times she could show as much skin as possible. Today was a midway kind of day though. Just enough to set some intrigue when she met Zero.
She was fairly anxious. Not nervous, but genuinely intrigued. She'd spoken to Sabrina a bit more, and everything she told Liz about him just made him all the more appealing.
Also, thanks to Sabrina, she had the perfect pretense to see him. She was officially in whatever project Sabrina and Peter were doing. She'd convinced Peter that despite the director Liz had been paired with, she'd shown more than enough chops to be included in the cast without a reading. That combined with saving time with the auditions got her the spot. And since she was in the cast, she had to meet with Zero for the FX work. Both the truth and perfect cover.
She came upon the building, a rather non-descript one story building. It appeared to be a warehouse, albeit a very small one. But still, it had a doorbell on it and the address was right.
One doorbell ring and a few moments later the door opened and Liz laid eyes on Zero for the first time. He looked like what would happen if David Tennant woke up one day and decided he was going to be Shaggy from Scooby Doo, but with green hair.
"Who're you?" he asked, not even hiding the fact he was looking Liz up and down.
"Liz, Liz Gillies." she replied. "I believe Sabrina or Peter called you about me?"
"Oh yeah, the actress. Here for your FX body scan or something, right?"
"Something like that. I'm assuming I can't get it done from out here, right?"
"Yeah, sure." Zero opened the door and Liz breezed past him. She looked at a mirror dead ahead of them to catch a view of Zero checking out her ass. He certainly wasn't shy.
The inner workings of the building were a hodgepodge of old gaming equipment and toys. None of it was put out for presentation, it all looked more like inventory.
"You collect games or something?"
"No, not really." Zero replied. "I mean I got some stuff but this is all part of the other business. I sell a lot of this stuff. Kind of a spin-off from my dad's pawn shop. I'm catering to a more niche market. It pays the bills so I can do the fun stuff like blood and gore and shit."
"Always nice to have a side hustle," said Liz. The further they got into the place the less inventory there was slowly giving away to computers, styrofoam heads, tubs of latex and Plaster of Paris until they reach a wall with a door.
"It's open, go on through," he said. "That's where I do most of the movie stuff."
"I see you're a man who separates business and pleasure. Very professional."
"Well, if you've spoken to Sabrina you'd know that not exactly true."
"Fair point," Liz said with a smile. The two walked through the door to an area that was almost all tech, only the furthest corner looked to be any kind of domicile. A bed, a TV with a couch and chair on one side and on the other a small kitchenette. Everything else was pretty much an FX workshop, both CGI and practical from what Liz could see.
"Still have a taste for going classic?" Liz asked, running her fingers over some of his foam latex make-up monstrosities.
"Well, computers can make it easy, but honestly a little too easy. Nothing beats getting your hands dirty." The shared a glance, dancing around and treading lightly with the innuendo. Sparks weren't quite flying, but it wasn't like there weren't a couple at that this point.
"So, how do we do this?" asked Liz. "I get in a chair, your cover my face, make some kind of mold, boom, make-up's all ready?"
"Oh no, nothing so uncomfortable. Come on." Zero led Liz to part of his work area that seemed you just be a tube. Mostly glass, but with bits of metal in it, seeming to hold it together, though there was most likely an additional purpose. "It's my 3D scanner. A lot easier than plaster and molds. It'll scan you from head to toe. Every curve, dimple, everything will be recorded into the computer. Then, my 3D printers will print out a bust and we're ready to go.."
"Think the printer can actually handle this bust?" Liz asked, motioning toward her own ample one.
"I think that's a risk we're going to have to take. Let me go get the whole system warmed up and we can get started."
Zero left her side to one his many computers, turning his focus strictly on booting everything up proper.
"So, anything I need to no before going in? Should I shut my eyes or anything?"
"No, nothing like that." responded, tapping away on the keyboard. "The laser scan isn't like that. Very low level intensity. Those baby blues will be fine."
"He noticed my eye color," she thought to herself. Another in the win column for him.
"Really the only thing you need to do is strip down. Same thing had to be done with Hailee. Only way to get everything precise. Just let me grab you a..." Zero never got to finish that though. The moment he turned around, Liz was already nude, placing her blouse on his coffee table.
"Lose the shoes too, right?" she asked, he tone never breaking once, no-selling the nudity. That didn't stop Zero from staring. "What?"
"Oh...nothing. Just, well, I had a bikini for you...that;s what Hailee used."
"Oh don't worry. I'm fine. Nice and warm in here, actually. Downright toasty. Besides, we want an accurate scan, don't we?"
"Sure do," said Zero, grinning. He liked this girl's gumption. He led her to the scanning booth and Liz stepped inside. "Okay, turn and face me. Have your feet about...six to eight inches apart for the best scan...arms up at about forty five degrees...posture's already perfect..."
"Thank you. Not everyday a man sees you bare ass naked and compliments your posture."
"Well, far be it for me to be obvious," he said, winking at her. "It should only take a few minutes. There's a robe in that closet next to the scanner. Hope white silk is all right."
"I'll manage," Liz said, smirking. Two sets of machines within the tube began to slowly move around Liz, scanning her with a green laser. Several revolutions were made, then they stopped. "That it?"
"Should be." replied Zero. "Just gonna do a quick check, let everything load up. Gonna take a few minutes though. Care for some tea?"
"Sounds great." Liz stepped out of the scanner and grabbed the robe and headed for the small kitchen. Zero put a kettle on as Liz took a seat on the couch, legs crossed. "What you have brewing?"
"Mint tea, nothing major. That okay?"
"Still sounds good to me," said Liz. Zero leaned against the counter, scoping Liz out. "Something on your mind?"
"What exactly did Sabrina tell you about me?"
"All the fun stuff, for sure. Also that you're a bit of a free thinker."
"Free thinker?"
"Simpler way of saying does a lot of peyote."
"Fair enough," he laughed. "That bother you? The peyote, shrooms, all that?"
"Not really, unless its more of a crutch then fun."
Zero nodded and moved to a chair facing Liz. "And what is fun for you, Ms. Gillies?"
"That's appropriate for light conversation? Well, I'm a big karaoke fan, jazz clubs, classic rock, vinyl hunting and show tunes. And trashy reality TV but let's keep that between us."
"No problem," he said with a smile. "Now, what about the fun that's not suited for light conversation."
Liz smiled. Not a big one, but just enough to let Zero know it was there. "Well, that's the big question, isn't it? Let's be honest, you're not stupid. Neither am I. I'm sure Sabrina told you there was more to my visit than just the film, correct?"
"Well, all Sabrina said is she might be playing Cupid, just a smudge though. You asked if she knew any interesting guys, my name got dropped, and here we are. Well, that and your ex was a dead fuck. Is that going too far?"
"Not at all. It's the truth. So, tell me. What are you thinking right now,with all this honesty laid out?"
"Well, if we're being honest...."
"We most definitely are."
"Well, and I'm sure you can't blame me for this, the main thing I'm thinking right now is how much I wouldn't mind being face first between your legs. IF we're being honest."
Liz arched her eyebrow and smirked. She liked her men direct. Besides, she did ask for honesty. She answered him and by undoing the belt of her robe and uncrossing her legs. Zero got the picture.
The two locked eyes as he got up from his seat and promptly returned to his knees right in front of her. His fingers traced up her legs, danced up her smooth calves to her thighs, slowly parting them. His hands then moved to her robe, pulling it completely apart and putting Liz's glorious form once again on full display.
He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up, kissing from her ankle to her calf and her thigh, the hairs of his soul patch adding a little tickle to every movement. Liz looked down at him, licking her lips ad her got closer and closer to her pussy. She was almost aching for the contact.
He drew his tongue slowly up her tongue tightly, planting kisses along the way until the destination was arrived at. His fingers came into enjoy the party. His fingers lightly touched her clit, motioning in small circles around it. Liz's eyes began to flutter and a small moan escaped her lips. It was off to the races.
Zero brought his mouth to Liz's clit. His tongue came out first, softly caressing it before going in closer and sucking on the red button. Liz moaned, her back arching, tits pressing forward. She slid the robe completely off and licked her lips as Zero really started to get down to business.
His fingers entered her as her started to suck a bit harder on her clit, teasing her a bit with his teeth. Zero's free hand roamed up her body, feeling her tight stomach fluctuate with her heavy breaths before grabbing on to one of her full breasts, feeling the lovely tit flesh in his hands before Liz grabbed his hand to suck his fingers into her mouth.
She moaned around the fingers in her mouth as Zero absolutely buried his face in her cunt, lost in the act of oral pleasure. His tongue was writing novels on her clit in every language he knew, with a little Morse code thrown in for good measure.
Liz was more than a little shocked. Not that the two of them were fucking, that was essentially her goal for the day. Instead, it was how close she already was to cumming. She was practically smiling with every moan and breathless cry of passion. Her back arched as Liz cried out one last time, her first word of the act, "YESSSS!!!!"
Liz held Zero's head in place as her body quaked with an orgasm. Better wake-up call than a cup of coffee, in Liz's book. But even before she was done, Zero rose up her body, his face still slick her her juices. Their lips met in a hungry passion, ready for what was going to come next.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Zero said in a guttural growl. "Gonna fuck you so hard." Her through his shirt away and and undid his pants, taking his hard cock out.
"How about you do it then and stop talking about it?" Liz asked, a sarcastic smile on her face. The question was given the obvious answer when he thrust his cock inside of her, bringing a big grin to both of their faces.
The lips met again, some where between a collision as a kiss, desperate groans being exchanged as their tongue became just as intertwined as the rest of their bodies. Zero wasn't going slow and Liz wouldn't think of asking him. That's not what this was. And both couldn't be happier for that.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling Liz close to his face and then burying himself in her tits. She couldn't blame him, she'd do the exact same. She cooed, eyes flitting when his teeth grabbed her nipple, pulling and tugging it as his hand savagely groped them.
She grabbed his face, making him stare her right n her icey blues. "Don't fucking stop...keeping fucking me and make me cum again!" demanded Liz. She reached for his hand and brought it her neck. Zero got the point, slowly squeezing her neck. Not too hard, just enough to give Liz what she wanted.
"Yeah...yeah oh fuck yes just like that," she said, her voice cracking. "Oh fuck I...fuck I can't believe I'm gonna cum again!"
"Yeah, gonna cum on my cock?" Zero asked, darting his tongue out to meet hers. "Gonna my fucking hard dick... fucking do it... ohh fuck, cum for me!"
"Ggggffffuuuuck, yeaaaahhh!" Liz yelled, her cunt spasming and milking Zero's cock as he continued to thrust into her, not giving her a moments rest as Liz's orgasm rocked her like a typhoon. Her own storm was about capsize Zero's own vessel.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" he announced, moments away from the explosion.
"Fuck my tits!" Liz demanded. "Fuck them and fucking glaze them int hat cum...FUCKING DO IT!"
Zero pulled out of her pussy and Liz slid down on the couch, flicking her tongue at Zero as he got in position and placed his throbbing rod between Liz's perfect tits. She squeezed her tits and around his dick and Zero began to thrust. And Liz's tongue darted out to meet the head with every single motion until Zero had reached the end of his rope, exploded, Liz's tits and her lips and tongue being covered in his seed.
"Yesss. Gimme all that cum," Liz demanded, grabbing his cock and jerking every last drop out on her pale skin. "Every drop... all of it... you have more... give me all of it...." She craned her neck up, giving him an extra jolt when she took his cocked head in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it until she knew for sure he was drained.
The two collapsed on the couch, breathing deep and laughing at a bit, both still riding that orgasmic high.
"So Zero," Liz said, leaning back on her elbows. "What are you doing New Year's Eve?"
*******
"Look man, you should just call her," Jose said. "The longer you don't, the harder it's going to be for you to talk and the harder it's going get for me with Camila and Lili being friends."
"She could always call me." Jake replied. "Why's it on me? I'm not the one who didn't want to spend the holiday together."
"Well, to be fair from what I understand it was just New Year's Eve, the rest of the time was fine.
"Oh come on, who's side are you on?"
"The side where I don't feel sandwiched between my girlfriend and my best friend! Besides, I think I should get some slack for taking Alison's couch while we're house-sitting for her."
"Dude, we're crashing at her place because we don't have a place to live when we're not at school, let's not sugarcoat things."
"But sugar tastes so good!" There was a knock on the door, putting a pause on their conversation. Jose went to answer it and behind the door was Camila Mendes.
"Hi sweetie," she said, kissing Jose on the cheek. She then looked at Jake. "Hi scumbag."
"OH great, you couldn't just send me texts over the phone about this whole Lili thing?"
"Well I wasn't sure you knew how to use your phone, what with all the not calling Lili you've been doing lately."
"That's what I've been saying," Jose said, getting a roll of the eyes from Jake and a kiss on the cheek from Cami.
"But I'm not here to give Jake any additional shit. I was actually on the way to the bakery to pick up some of my dad's favorite cookies before Christmas. They're peanut butter chocolate chip things, little bit of mint, oh my God sweetheart you have to try them...but anyway, when I go in, I see something taped to their window...."
Camila reached into her purse and took out a flyers for Wildeheart Wrestling. What was on it made both Jake and Jose's jaws drop.
"What the fuck is this?" Jose said. "New Year's Eve Death Match? Light tubes, plate glass,barb wire...fuck Jake did you agree to this because Lili shot you down for Mexico?"
"First off, fuck you," Jake said. "And secondly, I have no fucking clue why we're on this poster! Evan KNOWS we're not going to be here. And he also knows we're not doing this death match shit. Especially to begin a feud. Is he fucking nuts?"
"Oh thank god," Cami said, sighing in relief as she took a seat on the couch. "I thought one of you set this up. In which case I was going to hurt Jake bad if it was him, or outright kill Jose for giving me a heart attack like this."
"You know, it's obvious who's behind this," Jose said. "She might as well have signed it and sold it with her overpriced 8x10s."
"Kira?" Cami asked. "I thought she was just a wrestler. She writes the shows too?"
"No," Jake said. "But she's not above fucking the bookers to get what she wants. And putting Jose into a situation where he's pretty much guaranteed to bleed...that's her all over."
"Wow...okay seriously Jose, your taste in women before me fucking sucked."
"Oh, believe me, I know."
"So, who wants to call Evan to tell him the bad news?" Jake asked. "Coin flip for it?"
"Wait, we're not doing it?"
"What?!?" both Camila and Jake said simultaneously.
"Of course we're not doing it. You don't book a match like this and then have the performers find out by a fucking poster in a bakery window! Evan does this without so much as a fucking phone call? FUCK that."
"I'm sure the phone call is on the way," Jose said.
"And when it comes you're telling them no, right?" Cami said, getting silence and a shrug from Jose. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me."
"I can't just say no!"
"Yes you fucking can! Jake is! God damn it Jose, you promised me."
"Cami, we can fly to NY the next day."
"I'm not talking about the trip. Fuck the trip!" Cami stood up, trying to contain her feelings by pacing. "You PROMISED me this is exactly the kind of shit you wouldn't do. You told me you would never do anything like this. Now you're just going to do it with no say in it?"
"Babe, I have to." Jose got up, trying to pull Camila to him only for her to back away.
"No, you don't. I've seen the money people throw at you guys for shirts and those papers masks and stuff. You're bigger than some high school gym! He needs you more than you need him."
"It's not that simple..."
"I'm with Camila," Jake said. "It's totally that simple. You KNOW we've gotten offers to go elsewhere. ROH, Impact...we even got an offer to be jobbers on NXT! So no, we don't fucking need Evan. We're here because he asked us and named the right price."
"Thank you Jake...wait aren't jobbers the guys who lose a lot?"
"Yeah but it's good pay and international exposure so it evens out. And they don't put us through glass."
"Oh...SO NOTHING BUT POSITIVES!"
"Guys, if we don't do this, he could fucking bury us! One no show and we get the reputation of being difficult to work with and our careers are over!"
"Oh my god, Jake literally just said you had offers to go elsewhere. You could go anywhere else but you're just too chickenshit to say no."
"Yeah, but I'm not," said Jake. "In fact, I'm going to tell Evan personally I won't be there. You can do whatever."
"Jake, come on man..."
"No, he's right. And you should go with him."
"Sweetie, I can't," Jose said, one last chance to plead his case. "It could ruin us."
"Fine," she said, anger mixing with hurt feelings. "Go ahead and break your promise. Do something that you don't even want to do. Bleed all over the place. But find someone else you help you patch up."
She began to turn to leave. Jose grabbed her arm to stop her, but Cami brushed it off.
"Don't!" she said. "You don't get to do that. You made your choice. You chose bending over and taking it instead of keeping your promise to me. I love you Jose! I LOVE you. But if that's not enough for you to actually stand up for yourself, I'm not going to stick around."
Cami left Jose speechless when she left the room. Then Jake chimed in.
"Do the smart thing for once in your life and tell Evan no. Keep her and give Kira the ultimate middle finger."
"You sure you want to be handing me relationship advice?" Jose said, regretting it the moment it left his lips.
"Fine. Enjoy your bloodbath. I'm sure Kira will tell her boys to take it easy on you."
And with that, Jake was out the door too. Jose was shell shocked. He slumped down on the couch, trying to figure out just how much he'd just lost...and if he could get it back.
*****
"So, let us conclude the grand tour of the Farrano residence with, of course, my bedroom," Ben said. He had just led Sabrina through the whole of the house while Peter and his parents were out shopping for the New Year's party in a few days. Sabrina had come by the day after Christmas and was technically Peter's guest. However, she wasn't dating Peter. Hence, the bedroom.
"Hmm, I wonder why we ended here," Sabrina said, winking at him as she brushed by him, entering the room. It was typical teenage boy fair. Posters of films on the wall, a computer probably loaded to the limits with porn, a TV with a couple of game systems, all the usual. The only odd thing was the bed, just for it's sheer size. Both Ben and Peter, who's room Sabrina had seen when she dropped her stuff off in it, both had king size beds.
And upon seeing the second empty king-size bed of the day, Sabrina did the only logical thing, She hopped on, right in the middle. She leaned back, smiling at Ben. "What's with the big bed? You get that much use out of it you need so much space for the other people involved?"
"Nah, me and Pete just like our space...unless of course we're sharing it. Which in high school, we did not." Ben walked over to his bed, sitting on it next to Sabrina. "Anything...extra-curricular got taken care of over by that computer."
"Yeah, figured as much." The two moved close to each other's face. Closer and closer until their lips met in a kiss. "When is your family supposed to be home?"
"Not for a few hours." Ben replied. His hand went to her shirt, going underneath it and feeling her tits in his hand. Sabrina's eyes flutter, a smile on her face.
"Close the door," she said. "And lock it. Just in case."
Ben nodded and shot up from his bed, locking his door so fast he might have set a new land speed record. When he turned back around, Sabrina was ready for him.
She was sitting on her knees, her top already tossed aside. She licked her lips and beckoned him to come to her with her finger. Of course, Ben found it impossible to resist.
When had got to his bed, Sabrina was on all fours. Her hands reached for his belt, deftly undoing any obstacle to her target. Once his cock was out, Sabrina sucked it into her mouth. He wasn't at full mast yet, which was something Sabrina liked. She always got off a little from feeling a cock harden in her mouth.
Ben' hands went to Sabrina's head, nesting in her long golden locks. He wasn't holding her head still, Sabrina was still in complete control. His hands just held her head while Ben himself enjoyed the sensations caused by her mouth and sensational tongue.
But the tongue wasn't the only tool in Sabrina's arsenal. Her soft fingers teased his balls, her nails and fingers tips sending little shudders of pleasure on the sensitive skin of his ball sack while her other hand jerked his cock while she sucked. It wasn't even so much a gripping hand. Her fingers glided up and down his shaft.
Ben's breathing was slow but steady. His eyes alternated between looking down at Sabrina and shutting his eyes and letting the feeling wash over him, focusing on every single snaking movement Sabrina's mouth made on his cock.
While Sabrina loved to give head, she also loved to get a little return on her investment. She pulled her mouth from his cock, still pumping it in her hand. "I think you're ready," she said, winking at him. "I know I am."
Ben answered by backing away, scrambling in an effort to shed his jeans. Sabrina laughed a bit, her tongue snaking out to lick her teeth. She leaned back and started doing the same just as the troublesome pants became a thing of the past.
Her short but shapely legs were in the air as she pulled her jeans off. There were at her knees when she felt Ben's mouth on her pussy.
"Oooh, hello," Sabrina purred, settling back for a bit and let Ben take his turns. Goose pimples cropped up all over her skin as her alternated working her clit with his tongue and fingers, licking and caressing it as her legs hung in the air, her belt buckle dangling and making a clinking noise as it swung.
Ben then got to his knees, pulling her pants off the rest of the way. They were both more than ready.
Sabrina crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She lowered herself down on to his rod, both of them shuddering a bit at first contact.
"Oooh fuck that's good," Ben said, giving Sabrina a quick kiss.
"Mmm hmmm," Sabrina said, her grin playful and smoldering. "And would ya believe it gets even better?" She giggled a bit before kissing him. As their lips locked, Sabrina began her ride.
Ben's hand gripped her shapely peach of an ass, pulling Sabrina nice and close as she bounced on his cock.
"Mmmm, smack my booty," Sabrina said. "Spank it a little, Ben...."
It started a light little smack that made Sabrina coo. Then another, harder one that made her moan for more. Her legs tightened around Ben's waist as the pace increased.
Ben's hand moved up her her back and Sabrina leaned back, her head resting on the pillows as now Ben was in charge of the pace. She looked up at him, perspiration glimmering on her reddened face as he drove into her, Sabrina's eyes doing more talking than actual words could ever do. It was the best fuel for the fire.
Soon Sabrina went from leaning back to full on laying back, her blonde hair splayed out on the bed. Ben kissed her breasts, circling his tongue around each nipple before moving up to her neck and then once again finding refuge with her own lips.
They were nose to nose, matching smirks between them as Ben began to fuck her again. The smirks soon gave way to open mouths, breathing, panting, moaning. Sabrina's nails raked Ben's back, her moans almost melodic in tone.
Ben was almost hypnotized by this sexy sprite beneath him. Flirty, cute, sexy, all rolled into one and not afraid of showing off any of those features at the drop of the hat. And the sex easily lived up to the hype.
He pulled out of her and brought Sabrina to her knees, the sexy vixen wiggling that booty again, ready for the fun to continue. But before going back to the promised land, Ben got up close and personal with Sabrina's ass.
"Oooh, yessss," she hissed as Ben buried his face in her ass, his tongue probing her starfish just for a few moments. He wasn't getting anything back there, not yet anyway. Still, he couldn't resist getting a little up close and personal with Sabrina's ass, and frankly, she couldn't blame. She wasn't conceited but she was more than aware of the shapely caboose her pixie body possessed.
After planting a quick peck on each ass cheek before re-entering her. "Mmm, there we go," she purred. Sabrina looked over her shoulder at Ben, her golden blonde hair whipping to the side. "Gonna make me cum all over that cock? Is that the plan?"
"Well, I don't want to spoil a thing." replied Ben, giving her an extra powerful thrust as punctuation.
"Mmm, good... but don't write checks your cock can't cash," teased Sabrina. And that was the end of words, or at least sentences for the two. As he took her, all there was time for was moans, pleads of more.
Ben's hand moved over the curves of Sabrina's body, her round ass, over her hip to her clit, joining her hand already there. Ben leaned forward, burying himself deeper inside Sabrina, moving his face to her ears.
"Cum on my fucking cock Sabrina...you're so fucking close and I know...I am too...we wanted this so fucking bad since we met... haven't we?"
"Nnng yessss," she said. Ben softly pressed down, not forcefully, almost in a questioning way. Sabrina went face down and ass up, as Ben drove into her, deeper than ever. "Sooo close... oh, so close..."
"Then cum...cum on baby...let it happen...cum for me...and I'll cum for you..."
"OOOOHHHH SHIIIIIT!!!" Sabrina cried out before burying her face in a pillow to stifle her moans. Her body shook and and her pussy hugged and spasmed on his cock. Sabrina's knees gave out and Ben continued to drive into her prone form, her moans going into pleased purrs as she rode out the last few echoes of a good orgasm. And now it was Ben's turn. He was barley holding on as it was and his voice gave it away. The least she could do was give him a little encouragement.
"Mmm cum for me...you're turn Benny-Boy," Sabrina said. "And I want it someplace..mmm someplace so special baby....I want it on my face...and I wanna taste it...taste that cum...help a girl out?"
"Oh yeah...yeah...YES!" Ben pulled out in a flash and Sabrina rolled over to face him. She leaned back on her elbows, her blue eyes piercing him, her mouth smiling and her tongue waiting as he swiftly pumped his cock until her unloaded on her face, covering her face and pink tongue in ropes of cum. Sabrina took Ben in her mouth, sucking the last few shots from his cock, then used his rod to scoop the rest of the cum from her face into her mouth.