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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340408 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Day 44 (2 P.M.)
Cara Delevingne paced anxiously around her room, having stormed out of the master’s lurid show and leaving Taylor Swift and the other harem girls behind in the main dorm. She’d regretted her actions almost immediately. Why didn’t she just ask for a stand in? Why did she have to lose her cool? Worse, how would Emma and the master respond? Would he be angry and seek punishment? Would Em wonder if she still had feelings for Taylor and abandon her?
At this point, Cara had burned most of her bridges, or had them burned for her. She had no one else. Who would she be friends with, if not Emma? She hated Bella and could never forgive her for what she’d done. Margot? She’d rejected her as a lover. Maybe they could be friends, but it seemed unlikely that they would ever be as close as they once were. Felicity was a prude, Dove was naïve and timid, Ariana Grande… was a cat… apparently, and Chloe, well she was an immature girl pretending to be a child. There was still Taylor, but seeing the former diva tonight made Cara lose nearly all respect for the woman. This place had turned her into a mindless sexual deviant… and how could she be friends with someone she didn’t respect?
All these questions and many more raced through her mind as she walked back and forth in front of her bed. It had been only a few minutes since she’d stormed out, but why had no one come for her? She’d expected the guards to burst in any moment and haul her off to… Cara sobbed, sitting down on the bed… Images of Taylor Swift’s punishment video flashed through her mind. What would happen to her if she was subjected to the same torturous abuse for her momentary indiscretion? Would she be raped by all the harem’s guards and transformed into a mindless slut like her former friend?
Tears formed in her eyes, they trailed down her cheeks as wild and horrific scenarios played out in her imagination. Cara couldn’t live with herself in that condition… she just couldn’t. She liked sex, but on her terms… being a slave to it… needing it to the point of abandoning any and all decency. She just couldn’t… Cara buried her face in her hands, she curled up on the bed, and sobbed. Turning towards the wall, she hauled her knees up to her chest, pulled the blankets up over her body, and cried. Eventually, sleep claimed her.
Cara had no idea how much time had passed when she awoke, but it had clearly been at least a few hours. The fog of sleep cleared and she sighed in relief. No one had come for her. But, as she slowly came awake, a realization dawned on her. She was not alone. She shifted on the bed, feeling a presence next to her, and reached out, assuming that it was Emma come to comfort her. In the bleary haze of new consciousness, she smiled and gently brushed the leg of the figure sitting next to her. “Em,” she said, yawning, “what time is it?”
“It’s about three o’clock,” responded a smooth, masculine voice as he reached down and took her hand into his.
Cara flinched as her fingers touched her master’s thigh. She sat up in distress as he took her hand. “Master,” she said, in alarm. I thought you were—”
“—Ms. Watson,” he said, with a casual grin. “Yes, I figured as much.”
“Yes,” she said, looking down at the blankets, too scared to meet his eyes.
Alex turned her hand over in his. He brought it slowly to his lips and gently kissed the underside of her wrist, smiling when the blonde finally looked up at him. “You two have grown quite close these past few days, if I’m not mistaken?”
Cara hesitated before answering. She wasn’t sure of the exact relationship between Em and the master. It seemed like he gave her free reign to be with whomever she wanted. However, it also seemed like he had a powerful hold on her that she couldn’t quite understand. “Yes, Master,” she said slowly, “is, is that alright?”
“Of course,” he responded, and again offered her a gentle smile. He reached out, drawing her closer. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “Though I do have a much more complicated relationship with her than with any of my other girls.”
She looked up at him with timid eyes. Perhaps it was that she was still frightened of what might come of her refusal to partake in his show, but Cara was much more subdued than normal. She leaned her head against his chest and held him close, hoping that a show of submission might spare her his punishment. In truth, it felt good to be in his arms, to breath in his masculine scent, and to bask in the warmth of his body. “I gathered that much, Master.”
“Well,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I think it’s something you should understand, if you’re going to be with her.”
Alex felt Cara tremble in his arms. “Ms. Delevingne, are you alright?”
“Yes, Master…” she said softly. It was a misnomer, before she’d been abducted, that she was gay. She’d had boyfriends in the past. It was just that the relationships she’d had with women had been far more widely publicized, a fascination for the media to expound upon and for the world to opinionize. She liked men. She always felt more submissive around men and more aggressive with women. It wasn’t that one was better than the other, just different. Suddenly, she felt herself wanting him to seduce her.
Maybe it was because she remembered the night she and Emma had handcuffed him to her bed and had their way with him. Maybe it was just because she was still frightened of what he might do to her for skipping out on his show. And, maybe it was just because he was so close, so handsome and dripping in sexual power… Either way, it amounted to the same thing, she wanted him badly.
She looked up at him and licked her lips. Alex smiled and smoothed the hair from her eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. When she smiled back, he leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her closer and she gasped into his mouth. Their tongues intertwined as the kiss deepened.
Cara ran her hands down his chest and gently drew her fingernails across his flesh. He clutched her tight, she felt his hands on her ass and on her breast, gripping them in passion. The charged moment lasted for just a while before Alex lay back onto the bed and pulled the slender Brit down onto his chest. Their hands moved over one another and soon, when the kiss broke, both were gasping for breath.
“That was nice,” said Alex, as he held the blonde close. “But I’m afraid if you want anything more, I’ll need a little while. I just had… quite the experience with Ms. Swift…”
Cara tensed up at the mention of her friend, but didn’t say anything, just nodded, and continued to hold her master close.
Alex sensed that some part of Cara was curious as to what exactly had gone on after she left, but that she was also uncomfortable with what her friend had become. He chose, for now, to go on with his original point. “As I was saying, Emma and I have a very complicated relationship. If you want to be with her, I think it’s important that you understand. I don’t want you to grow jealous or angry when something happens.”
“Master,” she said, as she tenderly stroked his chest and side. “Why doesn’t Em come tell me all this herself? Why didn’t she talk about it before?”
“I can’t speak for her, Ms. Delevingne. But I can say that Emma, Ms. Watson, is still tending to her duties as harem mistress. I told her that I would come to you and make sure that you were doing alright. She cares about you a great deal, I think.” Alex gently kissed the top of her head and cradled her in his arms as she thought on his words.
Cara curled into her master’s embrace. She closed her eyes and thought on his words. After several long minutes lounging there, she spoke. “So, what exactly is your relationship with Em? I mean, I assume it’s pretty much the same as it is with all of us. She’s your sex slave, right?”
Alex chuckled softly as he continued to run his hands over the young blonde’s arm, thigh, and side. “I prefer to think of you all as my guests… But I suppose it is true that you cannot ever leave this place…” He frowned and gently kissed the back of her neck. Cara was curled back against his chest. They both lay on their sides and he held her in his arms.
She smelled sweet and delicious. He almost didn’t want to answer her… to disturb the moment they were sharing. “I depend on Emma to help me maintain order in the harem,” he answered carefully. “It doesn’t matter if you, and by you, I mean everyone. It doesn’t matter if you hate me or love me. But she must maintain a delicate balance. She needs the trust of the others so they can come to her with problems. At the same time, if she is soft, if she were to show too much compassion, the girls might get out of control and force me to administer punishments…”
Alex slipped his arms around her waist and pulled Cara’s slender demure body tighter to his chest. He pressed his lips to her ear and kissed her there softly. “I don’t know what you think, or what you’ve been told, but I take little pleasure in punishment.” At the mention of punishment, the slim Brit trembled in his arms; clearly the idea terrified her. “I guess my point is that Emma, she has to be their friend, sometimes their lover, but she also has to be the mistress of the harem.”
Cara turned in her master’s arms. She looked up into his steely grey eyes and ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair. She smiled and took a deep breath, feeling her desire for this terrible man build within her… It literally made no sense, but she wanted him desperately. In an effort to restrain herself and because she wanted answers, she furthered the dialogue. “Ok, but,” she bit her lip shyly, “what exactly does that mean for me?”
“It means that Emma, in an effort to carry out her duties, will on occasion have to be very intimate, even to the point of having sex with most, if not all, of the other harem girls. Even the ones you don’t like.” Alex tried to offer Cara a consoling smile. He brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. “I hope you’re not the jealous type.”
Cara looked down, staring at his chest. She touched it, running her fingers over the lean muscles. God she was turned on. She felt her pussy clench in desire as that unbidden thought exploded in her brain. Looking up, she kissed him gently on the lips. “I think,” she whispered, “as long as she isn’t throwing it in my face, that I can handle it.”
“Good,” he said simply, as he drew her closer.
For a long moment, nothing more was said. He was still a little worn out from his efforts with Taylor, and she was deep in thought about her new would be lover. They lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, eyes closed and lost in thought. “Master?” Cara finally said, after a long moment had passed.
“Yes?”
“What happened with Taylor?”
“You want to know what happened after you left?”
“I admit, having some time to think about it, that I am curious. But I was asking about her behavior. She…” tears came to her eyes, remembering the diva bound on stage, gasping for breath and acting like a complete slut, “… she was clearly getting off on being treated… treated like shit… She was never that way before…” Cara swallowed nervously hoping this next question wasn’t going to cross some sort of line and ruin the moment they were sharing. “Did… did you do that to her… on purpose?”
Alex offered her a sympathetic smile and a gentle kiss on the forehead to assuage her fears. “The answer is more complicated than you might think.” He used his thumb to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “Yes,” he answered. “And, no.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I don’t believe it’s possible to completely change someone. In Taylor’s case, I think she always was what you saw on stage today. That her fame and societal bias held her back from being the sexual deviant she always longed to be.” He gently ran his hands up and down her back and stared back into her beautiful blue eyes. “Here, she might be a prisoner, but she is also free to be what she was meant to be.” Again, he offered her a consoling smile. “You all are.”
Cara looked away… she found his words both troubling but also terribly comforting. It kind of made sense… Everyone here, Emma, Chloe… Taylor… they were so different from who they’d been on the outside. Even she felt freer to act, to be with whom she wanted, how she wanted. Outside, she wanted Taylor… but it wasn’t until she’d come here that she’d been brave enough to act on that impulse. “Weird…” she sighed, and pressed her face against her master’s chest, reveling in its warmth.
“What’s that?” he asked, cradling her to his body.
“It’s just, I think I get it…”
“Get what?”
“How everyone here has fallen in love with you…” she whispered. He chuckled again softly and continued to hold her. Another long moment passed as they relaxed in each other’s arms. “Master?” Cara finally said, after several minutes.
“Yes, Ms. Delevingne?”
“Will you tell me… tell me what happened with Taylor? After, after I left.”
“Are you sure you want to hear?”
She nodded into his chest and ran her hands affectionately down his chest. She wanted to hear, to understand how someone she thought she’d known could be such a different person once free to act. “I’m sure.”
***
(An Hour Earlier)
Ukuza stepped in behind a kneeling Taylor Swift. He laid his huge, half flaccid prick across her forehead and, when she gasped in desire, he shoved his fingers into her mouth. Using his index and middle fingers, the hulking African guardsmen pulled and stretched the popstar’s lips, opening them wide. She in turn moaned like the deviant slut she had become as her tongue extended from her mouth and drool poured down her chin, creating a perfect welcome mat for the two big black cocks directly in front of her.
Ulu and Taji both moved in closer. They stood hip to hip and simultaneously stuffed their massive pricks into the singer’s hungry mouth. “Take these cocks, you worthless slut,” Ulu said, as he spat right in Taylor’s face.
The spittle hit Taylor right in the eye. It ran down her cheek and dripped, like so much drool, from her chin. She moaned again like a whore as she sucked and licked at the two prick heads in her mouth. As she sucked upon them, Ukuza removed his fingers and grabbed the base of his dick. He then began to slap it against her forehead while she gazed up at the three men like they were gods.
She went from one to the next, to the next, bouncing her ass on the mat as she took one big black dick after another, sucking and licking them, hungry to get the reward they held. They stood in a half circle around her, slapping her face with their meat in between turns in her mouth. While they degraded her by spitting on her and calling her names.
“You like this cock don’t you, cum dump?” Taji said, slapping his dick against her cheek.
“You’re nothing but a worthless fucking whore,” Ukuza followed, as he too hocked a fat wad of spittle right in her face and rubbed his prick across her forehead.
“You suck this prick, bitch,” Ulu said, as he grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips down to his hairless black balls. When she gagged, he held her in place and thrust his hips against her chin, forcing his entire shaft into her throat.
Taylor’s eyes bulged and drool bubbled at the sides of her mouth and from her nostrils as she fought to breathe. Her face began to redden, and she struggled to pull back while all three guardsmen laughed. The big guard Capitan held her there forcefully till she began to grow limp from lack of oxygen. When he finally let her go, she flew backwards. But found there was nowhere to go when she collided into the knees of the other two men, who were gathered close in around her. She took one wild-eyed look around and gasped for breath.
After one heaping gulp of air, she let out a lusty moan, indicating, however briefly, that she was ready for more. She had just enough time to take one more deep breath before Taji grabbed her and he too forced his cock into her throat. The three men used her like this for several minutes. Back and forth they went, shoving their pricks into her mouth, one and two at a time as they choked the former diva with their meat and taunted her with insults and spit all while the rest of the harem watched in stunned silence and wore faces of astonishment, arousal, and disgust.
Bella Thorne wore all three expressions. On the one hand, she couldn’t believe the depths of depravity to which her former friend and lover had fallen. It almost turned the young teen’s stomach to watch Taylor debasing herself like a total slut and showing not one care that everyone was watching her. But, on the other, she was still so angry at the blonde, and seeing her be used and abused, treated like nothing but a worthless cocktoy, turned her on immensely.
It did make her wonder though, is this how she looked when she bargained sex for drugs? It wasn’t that long ago that the guards had her in a similar position, railing her senseless and treating her like shit in exchange for a few lines of coke… What was worse, she distinctly remembered loving the attention and reveling in the sweet ecstasy of cock they had given her.
At the same time, it was hard to deny the revulsion she felt as she watched Taylor acting like a total fucking slut. What she did was different, right? She was exchanging services for goods, sex for drugs… It was different… right?
Suddenly, none of that mattered. She remembered where she was, who she was with and that she had been denied her orgasm…The redhead, still nude from her performance just moments ago, shifted in her master’s lap. She bit her lip as one had went to her chest to squeeze a plump breast, while the other slid beneath her waist to absently touch her aching pussy. “Master,” she whispered, “I can feel your massive dick bulging in your pants…” She shifted again for effect, rubbing her tight, teenaged ass over his swollen shaft. “Would you…” she gasped lustily, “would you please fuck me?”
Alex held the shuddering teen close. He ran his hands along her smooth, toned stomach and breathed in the scent of her hair. It had been a while since he’d felt this close to her. In fact, it had been quite some time since he’d been with her at all. It seemed that project Arcadia was indeed having a positive effect, and he wanted desperately to put it to the test by making her beg for his dick. But his part in this show was far from over, and he needed to save himself for that.
Perhaps, he thought, there was another way to subtly test its effect. “I’m afraid I can’t right now, Ms. Thorne, I’m up next on stage, you see.” She whined quietly and shifted in his lap to once again tease the bulge in his pants. “But maybe I can satisfy you in another way?”
“Please, Master.” She looked up at him over her shoulder, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. She hadn’t gotten to cum during her turn on stage, and she was literally trembling in need. “I need it,” she whispered, as she continued to grind on his cock.
“Chloe,” Alex said sharply, as he looked over to where his little girl was watching the show.
The little blonde had a lustful look on her face, her lips parted in desire. She licked her lips and looked over at him when he spoke. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked, her eyes growing wide when she saw Bella practically giving him a lap dance.
“Your babysitter needs that deviant little tongue of yours. Get over here and give her some satisfaction.” Alex lifted Bella as he stood, depositing her back in the chair when he was on his feet. His little girl hopped up and raced to his side. When she reached him, he grabbed her chin, bent to look her in the eye and whispered forcefully. “You listen to your babysitter, you hear me? I better not hear from her later that you misbehaved. Do you understand me, young lady?”
He looked over at Bella and gave her a fond wink as Chloe nodded her head. “Yes, Daddy,” she added timidly. He turned her shoulders so she faced Bella, whose legs were now splayed as she sat lewdly in the chair, then pushed the little blonde to her knees.
The tiny, pigtailed blonde glanced up timidly at the lusty redhead. She chewed her lip nervously. “My daddy says I should pleasure you…” Chloe paused, glancing around shyly for effect. “…how, how do you want me?”
Bella didn’t respond, at least not with words. She reached out, seized the blonde by her pigtails and hauled her, face first, into her crotch. Chloe after a surprised yelp, began to lick and suck on the redhead’s dripping wet sex.
It was true that it had been some time now since Chloe and Bella had that bitter fight. But Alex wanted to consider what was going on now a tentative success for Project Arcadia. The real test would come later… That thought made Alex grin as he moved over to where Emma Watson sat in the chair formerly occupied by Cara Delevingne. “May I?”
Emma stood and sat in his lap after he claimed the chair. They turned their attention back to the stage and he whispered sweet nothings into her ear as they watched. Taylor continued to debase herself on stage, and now, Chloe was zealously eating Bella’s pussy. As the show progressed, the slim brunette smiled and relaxed against him.
Dove Cameron watched the show with a mostly astonished expression. It was one thing, she supposed, to watch as Taylor satisfied all the women of the harem, but quite another to watch as the former pop sensation got off on being treated like shit as she was slapped by and stuff full of big black cock. The blonde teen wondered how much of the singer’s personality had been altered by her life in this place, and how much of what was happening on stage now had been part of her all along.
In the end, she concluded that it hardly mattered now. It seemed that for right now, Taylor Swift got off on being treated like a cock loving whore. The former Disney star watched in wonderment and even felt a tinge of arousal. That was until her master called Chloe Moretz over to pleasure the girl she had her eye on. Ever since her time on the Disney channel, Dove had a crush on Bella Thorne, and the one thing she’d been looking forward to since being kidnapped was perhaps getting closer to the redhead. With a frown, she wondered if this development with her master’s pseudo daughter was going to be a problem.
The only thing Felicity Jones felt as she watched Taylor on her knees, servicing three huge black dicks, was arousal. She snuggled into Margot Robbie’s lap, nuzzling her cheek and reveling in the sensation of the Aussie’s hands roaming her body. Her eyes were glued to the action, but she leaned in against her new lover and sighed in satisfaction as the blonde teased her little pussy. “You fucking tease,” she whispered in Margot’s ear. She writhed in the other woman’s lap, extended her tongue into her ear, and gasped as the blonde slipped a finger inside.
Margot slipped a hand up Felicity’s shirt. She teased one of the brunette’s fat, puffy nipples in her fingers. The other hand went into her shorts. Her fingertips trailed through the tuff of thick black pubic hair, the landing strip above her clit. For a moment, she teased her little pink nub. Then her fingers dropped lower. She slid one, slowly inside. The other woman was hot and wet. “Your so fucking wet,” she breathed as she pushed the digit gently all the way inside.
As the action heated up on stage, Felicity began to grind her twat against the blonde’s hand and her probing finger and felt her sex clench in desire. She watched as Taylor debased herself, sucking one huge black dick after another and moaning like the whore she had become while she did it. It turned the Brit’s stomach to see the former pop star having fallen so far. But, part of the turn on was watching as that star crashed into the ground.
She gripped her blonde lover’s thigh and gasped in desire as the other woman fingered her. The other arm was wrapped around Margot’s neck and she leaned in close and kissed her there gently as the blonde slid a second finger into her pussy. “You’re gonna make me cum,” whispered the Brit, as she pressed herself down on those fingers.
Felicity had become putty in her hands. She was writing in Margot’s lap and gasping for breath as the other woman pleasured her. The Brit’s eyes were glued to the action on the stage. But in every other way, they were the only ones in the room. “Don’t hold back,” whispered the blonde. “You’re so fucking hot.” As her lover spoke, she moved her fingers in and out and teased her clit with her thumb. “Cum for me, baby,” she added in a delicate whisper.
Meanwhile, on stage, Ulu had his fingers laced through Taylor’s wild, honey blonde hair, holding her head in a firm grasp. He was thrusting his hips and yanking the singer’s face forward to meet him stroke for stroke. Taylor was gagging and drool poured down her face, but her eyes had rolled back in their sockets and she was quivering in near orgasm. The Guardsmen’s balls slapped against her chin as over and over he forced his cock into the diva’s spasming throat. “Fuck,” he grunted, before he too spasmed. He held her there as he shuddered in orgasm, forcing her open throat to accept the massive load of jizz waiting in his balls.
Held there, immobile and with a huge cock, pouring cum into her belly, there was little Taylor could do but gurgle in shock an do her best to swallow ever drop.
For several moments, Ulu held the singer against his pelvis as he spilled his seed into her belly. Swallowing it down, she began to turn red as he held her in place and reveled in the pure ecstasy of his orgasming dick exploding into such a luscious hole. She had begun to turn blue by the time his balls had drained into her stomach and he let her go.
There was little reprieve, however, for the lithe singer, because as soon as he stepped away, she took one breath before Ukuza and Taji stepped in front of her. They each hooked a thumb into her lips and spread her mouth wide open. They spat in her face as she took one more halting gasp of air and gazed up at them in awe. Then they stuffed their pricks back into her face.
Taylor wrapped her lips around both dicks and sucked down on them as she slathered her tongue around each massive head. She moaned and groaned and struggled against the bindings still holding her arms firmly behind her back. It wasn’t because she didn’t like being restrained, but because she wanted to take them in hand and stroke them off into her face. “This bitch is getting off,” Taji said, grinning at Ukuza as he looked down on the slutty diva. Her pussy was literally squirting onto the stage as she bounced up and down, servicing their cocks.
A second mini orgasm rocked her body as they pulled their dicks free and each slapped them across her face. “I want your fucking cum… please…” she looked up at them in longing desire, begging them to cover her in the hot, sticky fluid.
“You want cum?” Taji asked, as he rubbed his prick over her lips. Taylor nodded and moaned. “Then suck these balls, slut.”
The former pop sensation bent lower and took Taji’s big black nutsack into her mouth. She moaned as he smeared his slimy wet cock over her forehead and gazed up at him as if he were a god. “Use my whore mouth however you want…” she gasped, as she teased his balls with her tongue. “… just give me your cum… please.”
“That’s the shit, right there,” Ukuza said, as he pressed the tip of his dick to Taylor’s cheek and stroked it against her.
Taylor pulled Taji’s balls with her mouth, teasing them with her tongue as they slowly slid from her lips. She looked to Ukuza as he stroked his prick. “You ready…” she asked, licking her lips. “Where do you want to put it. Face? Mouth? Tits? Please make me your bitch,” she gasped.
Both guardsmen were now rapidly stroking, right in Taylor’s face. At the sound of her begging, at the question of where they would put their loads, each man came. “Face,” they both said, at the same time, before erupting all over Taylor’s sweaty, wild eyed face. Hot, white cum burst forth from their big black dicks, covering the crazed blonde singer’s cheeks, forehead, lips and eyes and leaving her a cum coated mess gasping for breath on her knees.
Thick white cum dribbled down the singer’s face. It covered it top to bottom. It pooled in her closed eyelids, it covered her lips and it ran slowly down her chin. She sighed in ecstasy and breathed deep. “Its so warm… so good,” she gasped.
As she knelt there before them, both men again rubbed their pricks across her cheeks, slathering the cum into her pores. Taji laughed gleefully and Ukuza spit in her face once more for good measure before both departed the stage and took their places back at the doors to the room.
Around the room, while Ukuza and Taji were getting theirs, Felicity and Bella also came. The tiny Brit orgasmed on Margot’s gently thrusting fingers while she watched the action on stage and affectionately sucked on the Aussie’s neck. The rebellious redhead smashed Alex’s little girl into her twat and bucked on her tongue till she sprayed hot girl cum all over the pig-tailed pretend youngster.
Dove Cameron sat awestruck from seeing Taylor Swift debase herself. Ari had curled up at Alex’s feet and was watching the action with a curious expression while he and Emma stroked her back. The Brit leaned in and brushed her lips over her master’s cheek. “You’re up, Master,” she whispered, as she inserted her tongue into his ear. She then shooed Ari away and stood up.
Alex stood alongside his harem mistress. He looked around at the assembled ladies with a jovial grin at how events today had proceeded. “Everyone enjoying themselves?” he asked, meeting the gaze of each girl.
“Yes, Master,” came a chorus of answers. While that did appear true of most, Dove looked anxious and a little worried about what she might see next. Felicity snuggled in Margot’s lap, allowing the lusty Aussie to hold her close while they lightly caressed one another. Similarly, his little girl had curled up in Bella’s lap and was tenderly sucking on the redhead’s neck, while she, in turn, leaned her cheek affectionately against the top of the blonde’s head. Emma stood near the foot of the stairs to the stage and watched him with a grin while Ari wound around and pressed her body against the Brit’s slender legs.
“Chin up, my sweet,” said Alex, as he tenderly stroked the young blonde’s cheek. Dove looked up at him and smiled. He knelt beside her and looked at the stage. “What do you think of the show, my dear?”
Dove cast a nervous gaze around the room and spoke softly. “It certainly is… interesting…”
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, in response. “What happened to Ms. Swift isn’t your destiny.” He gently kissed her cheek and stood up, his eyes once again on the slutty diva gasping for breath on his stage. The young blonde seemed relieved at his words and smiled up at her master. But when he spoke again, his words clearly startled her. “So, Ms. Cameron. What do you think I should do to Ms. Swift for her to earn the orgasm she so desperately desires?”
“Ha…Hasn’t she… alrea—”
“I don’t know,” said Alex with a laugh. He looked to Emma, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Do you think she’s earned it, Ms. Watson?”
Emma returned his bemused gaze. “That really isn’t for me to decide, Master. But, if it were up to me, I think this slut deserves a little more humiliation before she gets what she wants.” As she spoke, the brunette climbed the stairs. She slipped off her heels and pressed her right foot to the singer’s forehead and pushed her down to the floor.
In the diva’s earlier performance, it had been the left foot she cleaned. Therefore the right still stunk to high hell. The smell of liverwurst and hours old sweat hit Taylor’s nose and she gagged as Emma pushed her to the ground. “Please… no more of that,” she whimpered.
“That answers that,” Alex said, looking back at Dove. The dainty blonde former Disney star looked up at him, her bottom lip trembling. “So, my dear, I ask again, what do you think Taylor should do to earn her orgasm?”
Dove looked helplessly around at the other harem members as if they would somehow provide her with an answer. Most were watching her with idle curiosity but still very much caught up in their own goings on. Her mind was racing. She had to come up with something… something the master hadn’t already forced Taylor to do. “Um…” she stammered. Then it came to her. “Bark… make her bark like a dog…” She smiled looking up at him with renewed confidence. “You said she was a bitch, right? Make her bark like one…”
Alex actually threw back his head and laughed. He looked up at Taylor, grinning mirthfully. “She has a point. You are a worthless bitch, right?”
“Yes, Master,” came the diva’s desperate answer from where she lay on her back, Emma’s stinky foot pinning her head to the floor.
With her answer, Alex again crouched next to Dove. He cupped her chin and turned her to look him in the eye. “Good job,” he whispered, and offered her an encouraging smile. When she shyly smiled back, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Your star is rising, my sweet.” He then stood and hopped up onto the stage.
Though her cheek was pressed firmly against the stage floor by Emma’s foot, the moment her master finally took the stage, Taylor knew she was about to get what she wanted. Her eyes bulged in excitement and she felt a surge of energy in her stomach. “Master,” she said, through squished lips, “please…”
Ignoring the diva’s plea, Alex moved Emma aside and grabbed a handful of Taylor’s hair. He hauled her up to her knees and frowned at her sweaty, cum-coated visage. “You’re a fucking mess, whore. Do you expect me to fuck you with you looking like this?” He released her, wiped his hands on his pants and looked to Ulu. “Get the chastity belt, this skank needs to spend a few more days in it and time to clean herself up if she’s going to earn an orgasm.”
As the guard captain moved towards the restroom to retrieve the punishment belt, Taylor’s eyes went wide with terror. “No! Master, please!” Frantically her eyes scanned the room. They settled on Dove. “I… I can bark…I’ll do anything…” There was the briefest of pauses in her speech as the former megastar steeled herself to do what needed to be done. “Arf!” she yipped, like a dog. “Rrrrruuf!” She barked again.
Alex held up his hand to halt Ulu’s progress. He gazed down at Taylor, an amused look on his face. “You have my attention, Ms. Swift. Show me how much of a bitch you can be.” With a nod, Emma began to remove the bindings on her wrist. “It goes without saying, slut, if you touch that filthy pussy of yours, I will put you back in the chastity belt and it’ll be a month before you get another chance at orgasm. Do we have an understanding?”
Taylor flexed her arms, which were obviously sore from the bindings. She nodded as tears came to her eyes. “Yes… Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He made a motion to the stage. “Hands and knees slut, show me what kind of bitch you are.” As Taylor moved into a crouching position, Alex glanced again to Ulu. “Bring the hose instead. If this bitch expects a fuck we’ll need to clean her up.”
The guard captain nodded and left the room while Taylor Swift began to crawl around on the stage. She sat up on her knees, drew her hands up to her chest as if they were paws, wagged her ass like a tail and her tongue rolled from her mouth like a panting dog. “Rrrruuuf,” she barked again, looking up at her master to see if she was doing it right.
Alex laughed again. “You are one desperate fucking whore, aren’t you?” He grinned at Emma. “What do you think, Ms. Watson? How is she doing?
Emma leaned against her master, wrapping her arms around his waist and looked down at Taylor. “She is a slut, Master… But as a bitch,” she frowned, “I’m afraid I’m not buying it.”
“Why not?” he asked, with a grin.
“Bitches, Master, pant, they whine, they lick for kisses… and they hate cats,” she said, her eyes moving to Ari skulking about the room. “All this bitch does is yip like a fucking idiot.” She glanced down at Taylor again considering the sexy diva. “It is clear, however, that this bitch is in heat. Perhaps a proper dicking will help correct her behavior.”
Right about then, Ulu returned to the room hauling a length of hose behind him. He handed the water spigot to Alex, offered Emma a nod of respect, and leered at Taylor a moment before returning to his post by the door. “You ready for this, slut?” Alex asked, before opening up on Taylor.
As he sprayed down the diva, Emma called over all five of Alex’s guards to join her near the bottom of the stage steps. She gazed up at them as they gathered in around her. “Why don’t you big strong studs take out those big black dicks. I want to see them.” Emma oozed sexual energy, she bit her lip teasingly and gazed into the eyes of each guard one at time, offering them a sexy grin.
She reached out as they began to comply and gently, enticingly touched each man’s massive chest. “Oooooh, you are big boys, aren’t you…” she whispered as her gazed dropped from their eyes to their cocks. She licked her lips and looked back up. “Would you do me a itzy bitzy little favor…” she chewed her lip and grinned. “Jerk off for me…”
The five guards were more than happy to comply. Emma was watching them, teasing them, touching them and urging them to beat their meat in front of her. She was dripping in sexual energy and looking sexy as fuck in that skintight black dominatrix dress with a plunging neckline so low they could see her belly button. As they stroked off, she smiled, and encouraged them. She offered up teasing touching and whispered encouraging words, and soon they were all on the verge of blowing their loads.
The girls in the harem all looked upon this with interest. Watching the harem mistress encourage the guards to stroke off while she urged them on was certainly an unexpected development. It must have, however, been apart of the master’s show, because he paid it no mind. Once he had Taylor cleaned, he dropped his pants and slipped his dick between her lips. “Suck this, bitch,” he said, as he gazed upon the audience, his girls.
Though he seemed to pay it no mind, Taylor finally had what she wanted, her master’s huge, throbbing prick. She moaned like a whore as he slid it into her mouth and suckled up on the head as he glanced around the room. The lusty blonde singer reveled in the texture as she ran her tongue over it and shivered at the taste when his pre-cum began to ooze into her mouth. It was heaven. Diligently, lovingly, she slid her lips up and down, teased the head and drooled all over it as she worked to get him nice and hard so he would fuck her good.
About the time Taylor had her master hard and wet, the guards were all close thanks to Emma’s teasing touch and encouraging words. “Oh, my big strong boys,” she whispered, gently touching Ulu and Thando’s chests, “are you going to cum for me?”
The five massive guards stood in a half circle around her. They each echoed a sentiment of excitement and readiness. Emma laughed musically and took a step back. “Good boys. Cum for me.” She lifted her right foot. “Right here… please,” she sighed lustily.
They stepped up one at a time and jerked off onto the Brit’s dainty toes. Thando and Zeru, the two guards who hadn’t yet gotten off today, each contributed a massive load that literally covered Emma’s foot from ankle to toes. While the other three added a smaller deposit of jizz to the top of the Brit’s foot. When they were done, she gave each man a gentle, teasing kiss on the cheek and took their cocks in hand. She squeezed out the last few drops of cum from each dick into the palm of her hand and thanked them with a quiet word.
While Emma was collecting jizz deposits. Alex drew Taylor to her feet. She whimpered at having his dick removed from her mouth. All she wanted to do was pleasure it… for hours. He pulled her to his waist and gave her a tender kiss. “Are you still enjoying yourself, my lusty little slut?” he whispered so only she could hear.
“Master…” she cried, softly into his chest. “…I need you… so badly… please don’t make me beg anymore.”
He smoothed the hair back from her gorgeous blue eyes and gave her a tender smile. “Ok,” he whispered, kissing her again gently. “On your knees,” he said louder, slapping her ass. “About two feet in front of Ms. Watson’s throne if you would, please.”
Taylor knelt before Emma as she sat and extended her stinky, cum covered right foot. “I’m going to fuck you now, slut,” said Alex, as the blonde studied the foot with a disgusted look on her face. “But I can promise that you won’t cum till Emma’s foot is clean.”
Tears filled Taylor’s eyes at this latest humiliation, but she wasted not one second. She needed her master’s cock. Needed him to fuck her as if her very life depended on it. And if that meant cleaning Emma’s other disgusting foot, so be it.
Before her master could even kneel behind her, she grabbed Emma’s calf, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the Brit’s toes. Hungrily and desperately she sucked the cum, sweat, and liverwurst juice from them. Gobbling it down as she moaned and stuck her ass up in the air, presenting it to her master. “Please, Master,” she groaned, half of Emma’s foot in her mouth. “Fuck me… I need it.”
Alex knelt behind the deviant diva. He rubbed the head of his cock, still dripping in her saliva, over the trembling lips of her cunt, just to tease her one last time before sliding it in. He slipped the head into her velvety sleeve and felt the singer’s whole body tense in anxiety and anticipation. “Keep sucking, whore. We’re putting on a show here.”
With a desperate groan, Taylor took Emma’s foot back into her mouth. She sucked each toe separately, ran her tongue between them, and slurped the cum and sweat from each digit like it was the most delicious substance on Earth.
It felt good to be fucking Taylor again. Other than to tease her before slapping her into a chastity belt as punishment for her part in Cara’s rape, Alex hadn’t fucked the lithe blonde for nearly a week. Her pussy was silky smooth and desperate to get him deeper inside. He felt her gripping his cock, urging, pulling him further in. With a deep contented sigh, he watched as the diva sucked his harem mistress’ foot before he pushed himself in to the hilt.
He held himself there, reveling in the sensation of Taylor’s needy fuckhole squeezing and milking his dick. It was practically begging him to fuck her. He grabbed hold of her hips and thrust about an inch back and forth, giving the singer the barest hint of what was to come should she complete her task of cleaning Emma’s foot.
Taylor groaned low and deep as she sucked Emma Watson’s big toe between her lips. For the first time in a long while, she felt complete. She didn’t think she’d ever again feel whole without her master’s cock inside her. She slurped the toe up and down and ran her tongue around it. She shuddered in a mini orgasm as her master took a short, barely sufficient thrust inside her. She desperately wanted, needed more. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she ran it heavily up the top of the Brit’s foot, lapping up all the cum and sweaty liverwurst juice as it moved slowly up to her ankle.
Watching as one of the most famous female artists of all time licked and slurped the cum of five different men off a foot belonging to one of the most sought after women in the world made Alex extremely turned on. Slowly and steadily as Taylor moved to the bottom of Emma’s foot, he began to quicken his pace. As she licked Emma’s foot clean, he took longer, deeper, faster strokes in and out of the diva’s clenching twat.
With one hand, he held firm to her slender waist, drawing her back into him. The other he wound through her hair, and when he thought she’d done a good enough job, yanked her back, pulling her against his chest. She moaned in pleasure and surprise and wrapped her arms up and around his neck. He looked out to the crowd, smiling as he fucked her. “Tell them what you want,” he whispered.
Already, Taylor was having trouble concentrating. She wanted and needed this so badly there was barely any room in her head for anything else. “Master,” she groaned, looking wild eyed at the other harem girls, “I… I want you to… to fuck me… please.”
Emma slipped off her throne. She grabbed up the nipple chain and pulled it teasingly. It stretched the diva’s nipples and she moaned softly in response. “What else?” asked the Brit, as she lightly touched the singer’s cheek and tenderly kissed her neck. The lusty Brit slid closer, pressing herself against Taylor’s chest. With one hand, she pulled on the delicate silver chain, just hard enough to tease and stretch her nipples. With the other, she lightly caressed the singer’s cheek.
“I…I want… to, to cum,” Taylor gasped, feeling her whole body grow flush with desire. Her master swatted her ass as he continued pounding away. Sweat rolled down her back. She was sandwiched between his sleek muscular chest and Emma’s firm, sexy body. It felt so good. Her head bouncing in time to his thrusts, her eyes lolled in her head. She was so close to orgasm. Emma’s fingertips slid down off her cheek. Slowly they trailed her body, moving enticingly down her chest, between her succulent, sweaty, bouncing boobs and coming to a stop just above her pelvis. The Brit laughed musically into her ear and toyed with her clit. Taylor sighed, reveling in the other woman’s touch and slid her arms up around the Brit’s neck before turning her head and kissing her passionately on the lips.
Alex continued pounding away. It was difficult to keep a hard, steady rhythm and, at the same time, not get too carried away and accidently get Taylor off before he was ready. He watched as Taylor pulled Emma into her arms. Felt, if it were even possible, his cock grow harder as the Brit slid her tongue into the singer’s mouth. They kissed lustily, deeply, tongues intertwined, and they passed saliva back and forth. Emma played with Taylor’s clit and the blonde clung to her, needing the intimacy she was providing. It was very hot.
When the kiss broke, there was a tender moment where he slowed down almost to a stop and the whole room watched as Taylor gazed longingly into Emma’s eyes. “I love you, Mistress…” she whispered, touching the brunette’s cheek, biting her lip and smiling shyly.
“You’re a good little slut,” Emma responded, pressing her fingertips firmly against the blonde’s clit and rolling it back and forth.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Taylor said, glancing down at the stage, embarrassed by the comment and moaning softly from the stimulation.
Alex pressed his face close to Taylor’s. He met Emma’s gaze, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Are you ready to cum, my sexy little slut slave?”
In response, Taylor pressed her body more firmly to her master’s. “Yes, Master,” she sighed loudly. “Please fuck me… please… make me cum.”
“Beg for it… Bark for it…” Alex commanded, as he again slapped Taylor’s ass. She squealed from the blow as he yanked her free of Emma’s grasp and pushed her down, so her face was buried in the foamy mat covering the top of the stage.
Emma skooched to the side as Alex pushed Taylor down onto her face. Her hand, however, stayed in place and she continued to tease the diva’s clit. She pinched it and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger while she again pulled the nipple chain just enough tease the panting diva. “Show us how much of a bitch you are,” she added.
Taylor began to pant and moan both from the degradation and from the fact that her master had her right on the edge of a so long denied orgasm. She was shivering in anticipation of finally feeling that explosive release of pressure. “Please,” she gasped. She rose up on her hands and knees, Alex pulled her hair, her eyes rolled in their sockets. “Aaaaarrrf!” she yipped as her head bounced back and forth. “Rrrruuuuuffff!” she barked again. “Please… aaarrrff! Please…. I want to rrruuuuuuffff, cum… aaarrrrff! Please, fuck me like the bitch I am!”
Emma laid open her palm, it was covered in the last few drops of jizz the guards had to offer. “Eat up, dog” she commanded, pressing it to Taylor’s mouth.
As Taylor began to lap the cum from Emma’s hand like a dog. Alex gripped her hips tightly and began to slam his rock-hard prick into her pussy as hard and fast as he could. The singer began to gasp and moan. She shuddered all over, on the razor’s edge of orgasm. “Fuck me!” she cried, as she felt the first wave of orgasm rock through her body.
Taylor began to cum hard. Alex felt her whole body tense, her head flung back, and she screamed “fuck me,” as loud as she could. He grinned and pounded into her with three more hard, deep strokes and pulled out just as she was about to lose all control
The singer whimpered at the sudden loss of sensation. “No….” she sobbed.”
But, before she could even more than half finish that lamentation, Alex repositioned and rammed his sopping wet prick into the diva’s asshole. For close to a week now, for nearly 24 hours at a time, Taylor had two vibrators inside of her. One in her pussy, but the other had been up her ass. The vibrator wasn’t nearly as big as Alex’s prick, but it kept her loose and had only been removed earlier this morning, so she was still plenty ready to receive his huge dick.
The diva’s wild, bloodshot blue eyes shot wide open in shock, pain, and ecstasy. “Fuck!” she screamed, as suddenly her tiny little asshole had a massive prick invading it.
At the exact same moment, Emma began to rub her fingers hard and fast over Taylor’s clit. She moved them up and down, round and round, at a lightning fast pace, feeling the blonde tense up in anticipation. “Cum on that cock,” she commanded, before spiting right in her eye.
The fat wad of spittle hit her in the face. It rolled down Taylor’s chin and dribbled onto the mat. But the singer felt nothing after the impact of spit in her face. Her master was fucking her asshole as hard and fast as he could. Her mistress was rubbing her clit up and down, in a circle and pressing her fingers tight against it. On top of that was the degradation of barking like a dog, of being spat on like a common piece of street trash, and with everyone watching no less. It was more than she could take.
Of her own accord, she rose up on hands and knees, her head flew back, and a loud, lusty moan burst forth from her lips. Taylor had lost all control of her body. She was slamming back against her master, moaning, panting, even barking as she orgasmed. “Holy fucking shit!” she screamed, her body meeting her master’s thrust for thrust. “Rrrruuuuffff me up. Fuck me! Aaaaaarrrrfff!” It was like a demon had taken over her body.
Taylor’s cunt exploded as Emma worked her fingers furiously against her hot, blood engorged clit. She rolled it around, pinched it and squeezed it roughly as hot, thick girl cum began to spray from her slutty hole. “Cum for us, you dirty fucking slut!” she cried, as she, with her other hand slapped the singer’s ass as hard as she could.
Alex felt Taylor’s asshole clamp down on his prick like a vice. She threw herself back against him and was screaming obscenities like someone possessed by a demon speaking in tongues. She reached behind her, grabbed his waist and his neck and was holding him as close as possible while she literally rode his cock like some amusement park ride. He reached up, no longer needing to hold her near, seized the singer’s throat, and began to squeeze.
They worked together as Taylor came again and again. The singer slammed against him, moaning like a whore. Emma continued to rub her clit fast and furious. While Alex clamped down on her throat and began to literally squeeze the life out of her. Girl cum was spraying all over his leg, but he kept the same hard, rough pace, slamming his cock in and out of her tight little asshole.
The singer’s blue eyes lolled in her head. She was shuddering all over, shaking as she continued to bounce on his dick. Her pussy was spasming uncontrollably, her mouth was agape, and all she could do was pant and moan. Soon, she began to run out of oxygen. Two, three, four times she came hard. Each time hot, clear girl cum sprayed from her cunt, covering Emma’s hand, Alex’s legs and coating the floor of the stage, and with each orgasm, she drew that much nearer to passing out.
Alex pressed Taylor’s face back against the stage floor, mashing her face into the sopping wet mat. He kept his death grip on her throat and crouched over her, keeping his cock buried deep in her ass. He slammed in and out of her as she began to grow blue in the face.
Emma sat back as a hush came over the room. The only sound was the wet sloshing sound of Taylor’s pussy spasming, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the low grunting of the master as he pounded the singer’s butthole with a near wild abandon. The blonde, being nearly unconscious, had lost her voice.
Alex watched, measuring how much longer he could keep Taylor deprived of oxygen. She grew blue in the face, her eyelids fluttered, and she began to twitch. But, even with all that going on, he continued to pound her asshole, driving the deviant blonde to yet another orgasm. Then, just as the light of consciousness was about to leave her eyes, he released his hold on her throat. He adjusted his grip to her shoulders, pulled his dick free of her asshole, and slammed it back into her dripping, spasming cunt.
Taylor gasped for breath. White hot light exploded across her vision. The pounding, pulsing cock in her butthole was gone, only to be immediately replaced by a new pounding in her pussy. “Fuck!” she gasped, as she shuddered again, her eyelids fluttering, as she came one, two, three more times.
Alex held tight to her hips. He pounded the singer into three more orgasms as he fucked her pussy hard and fast, slamming the singer’s near limp body down onto his cock again and again. When he felt her twitch one last time and droop in his grasp, he pulled out of her twat and slid back into her gaping asshole.
At this point, he was having trouble holding back. But he’d done his job, Taylor was practically unconscious from having multiple back to back orgasms. He thrust into her again and again. She was now just softly grunting each time his dick bottomed out in her rectum. When she twitched one last time, he groaned and blew his load, spraying her asshole with jizz. He filled her rectum. When he pulled out, it dribbled from inside and Taylor collapsed to the floor, exhausted, a wide, satiated grin on her face.
As he sat back, exhausted and covered in sweat, Emma moved up. She pressed her lips to the diva’s gaping butthole and began to lick and slurp the cum from inside. Taylor, meanwhile, was so out of it from everything she’d experienced today that she could barely move or speak. Emma rolled the singer onto her back to draw out every drop she could get. When she had a mouth full of jizz, she crawled overtop the gasping, nearly unconscious singer and kissed her.
Taylor moaned in satisfaction as her master’s ass cum poured into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around Emma’s back and kissed her deeply. They passed the jizz back and forth as their tongues danced together until the Brit pulled away, smiled and said, “you’ve been a good girl, why don’t you swallow it? You earned it.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Taylor said, in a tired voice. She looked over and smiled fondly at her master. “That was incredible, Master. Thank you.”
He smiled at her and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. His balls were drained, his muscles ached, and he was near exhausted, but Taylor looked far worse by comparison. “You’re welcome, my sweet,” he said, with a smile, as her eyes fluttered shut and she was out like a light. He stood up, announced that the show was over, and carried Taylor back to her room. Emma followed him and he asked her to stay with the singer, in case she needed anything when she woke up.
“What about Cara?” she asked, softly once they were in Taylor’s cell and out of ear shot of the others.
“I’ll go check on her,” he said, giving her a kiss. He grinned at the concerned look on the Brit’s face. “Don’t worry,” he said, with a wink, “she’s not in trouble. I just want to talk. I don’t think we’ve spent enough time alone, just the two of us.”
Emma laughed and sat on Taylor’s bed. “You just had sex,” she said incredulously.
“I said we were going to talk…” he retorted defensively, with a laugh.
“Uh huh…” she replied with a sidelong look. “I know how your talks go…”
Alex feigned injury. “You hurt me… You think I’m so shallow… That I’m only about one thing?”
She gave him a long, lingering kiss, followed by a playful grin. “I know you are,” she added, laughing again. “You two have fun. Tell her I’ll be by later?”
***
“I gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her that I’d let you know that she’d be by later.” Alex gave Cara a questioning look. “Any questions?”
Cara’s chest was heaving as her master’s story came to an end. Her pussy was clenching in desire and she could feel her legs slick with her own juices. The feeling she’d felt from before returned, but even stronger than before. She wanted him desperately. To answer his question, the lusty blonde Brit reached down. She slid her hand into her master’s pants, and gently wrapped her hand around his prick. “Just one,” she whispered. “Is this thing ready yet?”
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