Free Sex Stories – 18 and Lustful

It was the summer after my senior year of High School. I had just woke up from sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning, the sound from my alarm on my phone. The time shown was exactly 11:00 am. My memory raced back to me. My flight was to leave in two hours. I double checked the calendar to make sure it was the right day. It was right. July 4, 2012, it read. I get out of bed and started to get ready to go, and around 12:15 i was walking out the door to have my mom drive me to the airport so I wouldn’t have to leave my car in the parking lot for a week in the burning heat.

As we drove down the highway I kept thinking to myself the reasons I’m even going out of town in the first place. Getting bored, I fiddle with the camera in my bag in front of me on the floor, it was my graduation present. It was a Cannon T3I 18 Megapixel EOS Rebel. The camera I had picked out since my freshman year of High School. As far as my parents knew, I was going to a last-minute internship with a professional photographer to help make my portfolio for the college I was going to in the fall. But I was the only one that knew the real reason I was going to Indiana was to see my secret lover, Carson Morozza.

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Free Sex Stories – Celebrity Lesbian Dream Team Part II

Ryan had just witnessed the most awesome scene of his life. Dumbfounded, he walked out of the recording studio both as the two superstars dressed themselves again. He turned off the video function on his Blackberry; for once, the power was in the lowly assitant’s hands. He would have the upper hand now; and he knew exactly how to use it.

That evening passed without event; the recording went well, although Ryan was not present, and he went out to a local Chinese restaurant with some of the other staff to celebrate another’s birthday. That night, however, Ryan planned to put his ultimate plan into play. Around seven, when most of the other employees had gone home or were filing out paperwork from the recording that day, Ryan headed straight for Rihanna’s room, Blackberry tucked into his pocket. The video of the lesbian act was recorded on his phone; he had an enormous bargaining chip in the pocket of his dress pants, and he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. Seeing the light on inside her room, he knocked gently and opened the wooden door.

She was already in pink lingerie, reading a book, laying on her stomach on the bed. She barely acknowledged Ryan as he stepped into the room, his dress shoes making no noise on the plush velvet carpet. She looked up at him inquisitively, as if she did not recognize him.

“Yes?” she asked politely after a few awkward seconds. Confusion lit on her face; she closed the book gently, replacing it on the burnished nightstand, and sat up to face Ryan. The latter, with no emotion displayed, withdrew the phone from his pocket and began typing furiously, searching for the right video. As soon as he found it, his face lit up with a devilish smile, and he held the Blackberry in her direction, showing her the entire four minute video clip.

Rihanna was many parts stunned, surprised, horrified, and aroused; Ryan said nothing during the entire four minutes. As an ex-Marine, having seen unspeakable horrors in the wilds of Afghanistan, he was able to control his emotions, and kept from getting aroused, mentally surpressing all thoughts in his head. She was speechless; she turned to him as soon as the video was done.

“Wh–what do you plan to do with this?” she stammered, and he could discern more fear than anger in her voice. He had the upper hand now.

“You know full well what I probably plan to do with this.”

“No–no–you can’t–”

“I sure as hell can. Unless.”

“Unless what–”

She was speechless; she fell back in terror, looking up at Ryan as if he were some kind of terrible monster, ready to devour her. In a sense, he was.

“I think you can figure this out. You’re smart, ain’t you?” he said, the impish smile crossing his face again. It was time to stop surpressing his emotions; he could feel an erection growing in his boxers.
“You can’t do that–”

“I sure as hell can,” he repeated, holding the phone up. “I’ve got this, and as long as I have it, the fate of your career, your lifestyle, your future–it all rests with me.”

“You’re insane–”
“Not necessarily insane–just intelligent, and pretty horny right now,” he retorted. “Now…are you gonna let me have my way, or are you gonna let your career slip into the abyss?” Ryan looked her straight in the eye, his face radiating intimidation. She backed down from him.

“You’re gonna go to hell for this,” she sputtered, rising up off the bed.

“I’ll make good friends with Satan,” he chuckled, beginning to enjoy himself. He pointed to the bathroom, directing her inside the spacious room with a huge bath/shower and two sinks. She stripped the rest of her underwear off; he was now at full erection, gazing at her luscious wet pink and her firm ass, realizing that all of his dreams had come true.

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