Ariana Grande's Only Sex Tape {darkest_fate&Joshua Sankt Johannes}

Kittie fell upon Ariana's ears and she had to suppress a giggle at the sound. It just seemed so odd, given what they were doing, what she was doing. It didn't stop her from licking at the cock, though she wondered if perhaps she should ask him to stop. It felt like she should, like this wasn't something that adult women allowed themselves to be called. Shouldn't she at least be a cat? After all, she was a woman now, by the archaic definition of it.

A pat had Ariana stopping, dazed and blinking. Soon she let out a little squeal as she fell back onto the bed. What was... were they done? She blinked, reaching a hand up to play at her mouth, collecting a few bits and cleaning herself. Her hand went down, only to find that she nearly collided with the cock. More of the kitten talk, and Ariana flushed. Was that what she was now? Some kind of sex kitten, purring for his cock? She found his hand lowering, touching her, moving her. The dazed girl followed as though entranced.

Frowning, Ariana followed, wondering what was going on. Soon she was back on her knees. As she sank, Ariana's mind began to clear; she'd paid for this, she'd arranged it, wasn't she supposed to be in charge? Instead, he kept calling her kitten and stroking her and she kept eagerly following. What kind of role model was she? She flushed, ready to say something, only to find the hand again returning to her. Her head swiveled before she could stop, her eyes going up.

Then the cock reentered her mouth, the full flavor overwhelming her. Ariana let out another little moan, squirming again. She felt it stab, felt the tug of her hair, yet her eyes remained on him. Or at least, they did for a few moments, before drifting over to the phone, wondering why he'd grabbed hers. It had to be hers: no way did his have a glittery case with frills. so... why? Wait, shouldn't they be done?

Ariana pulled herself off the cock. "Aren't we done...?" she asked, looking up. "You came and--- the time," she looked around, her mind clearing yet further still. People would be expecting her soon, right?

Manuel frowned with a grunt of irritation at her petulance. Evidently she was even more of an airheaded little teen slut than he'd realized: he'd thought she understood what was going on between them, but evidently he was going to have to teach her. Grabbing firm hold of her ponytail, he glowered down at her; the slap arrived so fast there was no way she could have seen it coming, nor the backhand that crossed back. He vented his frustration with a third, and then, satisfied, wagged his finger at her.

“No more of that, understand? We are done when I say we are done. My sexy little kitty-whore doesn't need to worry about that time. She just needs to stay on her knees and do as she's told. Now, are you going to be good, and do what you're told? Or am I going to have to put you over my knee and spank you?”

He didn't give her much of a chance to answer: he expected her to signal her obedience not through words, but through his response to his rather roughly manhandling her mouth back onto his cock, yanking on her ponytail like a dog chain. This time he did not wait to allow her to adjust: almost immediately, he launched into a full assault, fucking her face quite brazenly, his cock actually hardening from the anger in his veins her ill discipline had caused. He waited until he had built up a noisy, wet, sloppy rhythm, bullying himself into her throat, and then nodded with approval.

“Good girl,” he said gruffly, picking up the phone again.

There were lots of numbers in there, but he remembered her manager's name from their conversation, and hit Call.

“Hello? Ah, hello, yes, this is – that's right, yes.” His French accent was immediately recognised. As he talked, he continued to roughly face-fuck the kneeling teen starlet, fixing her with a stern, commanding glare.

“Yes, everything is going well, but it's going to take longer than anticipated,” he explained. “I'm afraid – yes, that's exactly it. She is a bit of a diva, isn't she? She's been quite bratty with me, I have to say. So it's going to take a little longer, and I wanted to call and say you had better clear her schedule for the rest of the day. This really could take a while.”

Her manager was sympathetic, having had to counsel many people on Ariana's spoilt, entitled behaviour: he didn't exactly know the nature of her arrangement with Mr. Ferrara, but he could only apologised, ensuring the Frenchman that his fee would be scaled up appropriately, and then making arrangements to cancel a couple of appointments Ariana had, a meeting with fans, an interview.

“Thank you very much. Too kind.” Manuel signed off, ending the call, and tossed the phone away. Looking down at Ariana, he grinned. “Good that that's taken care of!”

The slaps jerked Ariana's face, causing her already foggy mind to whirl all the more. What... what had happened? Why... why was he...? Her face ached, and she looked up, her eyes watering, wondering what she had done to deserve that. As she started to form words, Manuel spoke right over her. His little kitty-whore, just stay on her knees and do as told or he'd... he wouldn't seriously, would he? No way would he spank Ariana, just, no way.

Ariana started to stare, not sure if she should even tempt him. Manuel took the option from her, seizing her mouth and jerking it back onto the cock. Before Ariana could even form words, a cock had slammed into her throat. Several gurgling noises came from the usually noisy girl, drool already starting to hang out, splattering her already stained top. Manuel fucked her throat and Ariana pinched back tears, wondering how, when this had happened, surely someone would...

Then a dial. Ariana's eyes went wide, her head shaking as she realized what Manuel was doing. The stare made her position clear : Ariana was the kitty-slut, she was to keep letting her pretty face get fucked and like it. Ariana swallowed, working her tongue along the cock, trying to show that she'd cooperated. She wanted to get back on his good side, to feel less pain and more pleasure. Just thinking about it made her sex tremble, a little more of his juices leaking from her battered walls.

Diva? Well, maybe a little but... bratty! Ariana whined a little, unable to completely hold back. She'd been great, usually was! Okay, yeah, she'd turned down an appearance that one time, insisting that things go her way but, well, divas were powerful, right? That was a good thing.

The phone went, and Ariana gurgled again, trying to move her head, to bob. Why was she even doing this? He'd already cum. What else could they possibly do? Wait, hadn't Manuel said to cancel the rest of her day?

Ariana's eyes went wide as she realized the implications: he intended to marathon fuck her for the entire rest of the day, possibly longer. Excitement and fear ran through her in equal measure, and she nearly pulled off the cock. Only her worry at what he would do kept her head still, swallowing, whimpering.

“Good, good little kitty-slut,” he said softly, rewarding her devotion with gentle touches and pleasant words.

Her pliancy was pleasing to Manuel: it just made things so much better. It wasn't that he cared about how she felt: she was nothing more than a pretty face to fuck. But he relished the ease of just standing there, steadily ploughing into her face, pounding open that formerly tight, record-selling throat, her signature ponytail now wound around his hand like a chokechain. She had the most exquisitely delicate features, and he could not help but touch, running his finger softly along the curve of her perfect jawline, thumbing her dainty chin, brushing his hand across her cheek. But it was also exciting to destroy something so beautiful, and his cock had returned to its full, formidable size, its hardness growing to epic proportions inside her tight mouth.

“You see, I was trying to explain before, but you were being such a dumb little whore, you didn't listen,” he said sympathetically. “You cannot rush these things: you must take your time. They must be savoured. We are going to take our time. We are going to savour everything. We have all day to enjoy ourselves together. To explore each other. Every inch of you – will be mine, by the time we finish. Do you understand, Ariana?”

He actually allowed her a chance to answer this time, pulling himself out of her – but the fact that he retained a tight grip on her ponytail with one hand, and continued to stroke his erect cock directly in her face, inches from her mouth, suggested that it really wasn't going to make much of a difference what her answer was. It was all for show, all for the camera: in reality, he was completely in control.

The touch again ignited a little fire within Ariana, though she could scarcely believe she had any fuel left. A day? An entire day of fucking like that? She'd be lucky to walk the next day, and no way could she do so without looking as though she'd ridden a horse long and hard. His words came down even as his cock continued to plunder the throat he'd taken from her, used for his fuck-sheath and little else.

Dumb little whore, the words hammered against Ariana, against a self-proclaimed diva. She felt the urge to cry like a little girl and only barely suppressed it. His promise continued, he would have her, every... what did he mean by every inch? Hadn't he already fucked both her holes? What else could he possibly want? He couldn't possibly be ready to go again, so it wasn't like he could bathe her in his cum. Though the moment Ariana thought of that she had the obscene vision of herself peering up at him with semen streaking her pretty face.

The girl swallowed, finding that the cock had pulled free. Ariana had learned to take advantage of that situation, sucking deep, greedy breaths of air while she could. Her eyes remained on Manuel, then on his cock, the thing hovering just next to her. There was only one choice, wasn't there?

"I understand," she said, her voice almost meek. She swallowed, looking up at him, nerves eating at her. She shifted her position. "I'm... I'm to be your little kitty slut for the rest of the day, and you're... you're going to--to take whatever you want from... from me," she swallowed, not believing she said them. Her eyes flicked to the camera, then away, the embarrassment clear. This was more then just an act for the camera: It was a gesture of submission, of her admitting that he'd conquered some aspect of her, that she really had no choice. Ariana couldn't see a way out, not now, not with his pulsing cock inches from her well-abused mouth, not with his looming presence standing before her, not with how he'd so effortlessly tossed aside her plans and replaced them with his own.

She'd never been in charge, not even for a moment.

Manuel chuckled softly. He could see the realization of her true situation dawning in her eyes and the shame blushing her features: but her reluctance only made the whole thing a more delicious challenge. If she spent the whole day whimpering scared, it would tire him: the real aim was to get her to awaken her own desire for exactly this, and in that regard his work had barely begun.

She was a lovely girl, and it was going to be a lot of fun. But she was, admittedly a mess at this stage: make-up streaked, lip-stick smeared, dress ruined. Jerking his cock to himself, he loomed closer over her, looking down to critically appraise her. It was nothing that a quick freshen up wouldn't fix – although he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't end up ruining her all over again.

Feeling his cock start to pulse in his hand, he coiled a careful grip on her ponytail to keep her in place, and gave her wide grin. “Good! I'm so glad you understand, Ariana. I think this is going to be a lot of fun for both us.”

And, just like that, he came in her face. The volume was not quite the same as the first time – it couldn't be so soon afterwards – but it was certainly far more than would have been expected given only a few minutes earlier they had been wrapped up in heavy, sweaty sex. The surprise factor meant her upturned face wouldn't have any time to react, as the first couple of thick ropes oozed out and splatted straight down on her smooth, tan skin.

Manuel loomed over Ariana once more. She could feel his presence, his looming, just standing there he threatened to overwhelm her senses, especially with that massive cock aimed at her pretty face. The words came, more promises, more insuitations. It made Ariana swallowed hard. She looked up at him, her mouth opened.

And hot cum splayed at her.

Ariana gasped as she felt the first hot strands hit her tanned face. She let out a squeal, her eyes pinching shut. One little dollop landed right across her left eye, dragging a trail of white across the painted lid. It had splattered, hanging there. More dotted her chin and her face, adding just a little spray of white. Some landed upon her lips, bits hanging there, more got into her open mouth, causing her to cough again. Ariana moved a hand up, wanting to at least get to her eye, while she looked at him with the one left.

"You... you didn't warn me,' she nearly whimpered, "and---and how could you--- so quickly--" she stared at the cock, wondering if there was something there she didn't understand, some sort of hidden technique. Could all pornstars climax like this? She felt the hot seed on her face and she wanted to wipe it off. Already her hand went to at least clear her lips, smearing it away.

Rather than chide her, Manuel simply ignored her complaints: he wasn't interested in having to answer to the uppity brat. He casually shook off his cock, sprinkling the last few dollops quite deliberately into her face, admiring his handiwork: one eye glued shut, more pooling on her upper lip and dripping from her chin, the residual spatter twinkling like stars on the black of her dress top. When she'd stopped whining, he gave her a pat on the head.

“Good. But you're all messy now,” he said, as though this were somehow her fault. “Time to clean up, I think. There's a bathroom here, yes? You can wash your face, and I want you to touch up your make-up. This time, though: do you have any glitter gloss? I like that. I want you to wear that, if you have it. And, speaking of…you'd better change out of that dress.”

He reached over to the desk, and dragged his bag across. From inside he pulled out a thin black lace negligee. It was her size – he'd checked, before coming – and when he held it up, it was immediately apparent that it was cut extremely short, making it so revealing it barely counted as nightwear, much less something to wear in front of a man she'd just met. He waggled it playfully.

“I think you will look nice in this?”

A little pat, one that both made Ariana pleased and made her want to snap at him. The condescension was starting to grate on her nerves. Yeah, she guessed she didn't have all that much experience or something, but did he have to linger on it this much? Of course, she couldn't say anything, because he started talking, ordering. Clean up, touch up, glitter gloss, change out of the dress.

"I didn't bring--" she began, only to stop as he held up a lacy negligee. It looked adult, sure, sexy, and it also looked like it wouldn't cover very much. Ariana nearly flushed, chewing her lip and looking it over. Ariana knew how this went: she'd lost all choice when she'd agreed to this. Plus, would it really matter? She'd already fucked the man on camera: he'd anointed her with his cum. What difference did wearing the outfit make?

She took it, nodding her acceptance of the terms. No doubt there would be another pat and Ariana would be off to the bathroom. Barely had she entered when she ran water, getting all the cum off her face, out of her eyes. This did mean removing a good deal of her makeup but, well, she hadn't looked too long, but even with the brief glance, Ariana could tell that she'd definitely need "touching up." So out came the little kit she'd brought, and soon Ariana was removing cum and foundation. She took down her hair, running her hands through it and getting rid of some of the more obvious bits of cum. Ariana left it lay down across her shoulders while she shimmied out of the stained dress, letting it pool to the floor.

Ariana stared at it for a while, seeing it as a badge of shame. she swallowed, looking down at herself. Already red spots had appeared, and there might even be bruises on her hips. Her sex looked slightly inflamed, though clearly still ready for action. Some dabbing with tissues took care of excess down there, and she cleaned it up as best she could. Then she wiped down the rest of her body, using what she had to cleanse herself.

It took some time just to clean, let alone reapplying makeup. Adjusting the eyeliner and shadow took some time, and soon Ariana had out her glittery lipstick. This she pressed to her lips, turning them into sparkling pink. The overhead light of the mirror caught them, and she couldn't help but think it looked pretty, she looked pretty. Somehow, Ariana thought she looked more adult. She swallowed, nodded, and shimmied into the sexy negligee, letting it fall over her. It did little to hide, well, anything, and it fell barely below her hips. Ariana had a feeling that it would bare her tush even without bending over. She spent a few futile moments looking for panties before giving up, simply sighing at her reflection. Her hair went back up, retired: surely he wouldn't want that, and she held the cat ears in one hand.

"I'm ready," she called, turning and entering, wondering what Manuel had done in all that time. she held the cat ears in one hand, obviously about to raise to ask if he wanted them to remain on...

When Ariana left, Manuel shut off the video camera and then made his way out to find another bathroom in the house to wash up himself; when he returned, though, she was not yet finished. There was something quite powerfully exciting about the idea that this darling pop idol was busy beautifying herself just for him, that the sheer force of his will had been enough to bend her into meek submission to him. If the ditzy teen slut had had two brain cells to rub together she would have stood up to him: it wasn't like he held any true power over her. Sadly for her, she was simply too easy to exploit. And if all of this was teaching her a lesson of sorts, then, in a way, wasn't he doing her a favour?

However he tried to rationalise it, nothing could dissuade Manuel from taking great pleasure in knowing what was waiting for him behind the door. Still naked, he was sifting through his bag, checking various things – a collar, handcuffs, a bottle of lubrication, a vibrator – when she emerged. Looking up, he beamed at the vision before him: she was utterly perfect. The make-up inspired her beautiful features to sheer radiance, and the tiny black lace teddy barely covered her at all, leaving copious lush tan skin on display.

“Very nice, Ariana, very nice,” he purred, approaching her boldly. Taking the headband from her, he slid it carefully onto her head, adjusting it into position and giving her another very condescending pat on the head. “Good girl, do you see how easy it all is when you follow instructions?”

Was it horrible that Ariana actually felt sexy with him looking at her like that? She'd often felt that way in the past; she'd be lying if she said that wasn't part of the reason for all the sexy skirts and undulations she'd been practicing. Yet seeing someone like Manuel, who fucked girls on a regular basis, look at her like that, well, it excited Ariana. Plus, he'd so easily wrapped her around his finger. She hadn't even considered any other option besides listening to him: his sheer presence demanded it.

Even if she did feel slightly galled when he condescended to her. Such as now, when he praised her and patted her on the head, like a pet or small child. A flash of anger showed for only a few seconds in those dark eyes, one that she quickly beat back. Something told her that arguing overmuch would not yield pleasant, or at least as pleasant, of results as outright participating.

"If you say so," she half-whispered, tugging at the negligee. The sexy little teddy felt almost like something you went and purchased to surprise a loved one: all wispy and seductive. Not only the fact that it left so much of her skin on display, but its fabric seemed to hint at the lush body that lay just beneath, offering tantalizing peeks of Ariana's lithe torso underneath. Plus, if she tugged, it dragged against her rounded breasts. They might only be on the upper side of the "A" range, but they had a perkiness that only a fit teenager could display. The negligee certainly worked to emphasize them as well, as it did all of her.

"So, um," Ariana began, looking around, "what are we, uh, going to do next?" she looked up at him, batting her pretty eyes. she supposed she'd be dropping right back down to her knees and sucking him off again. He certainly seemed to like that, and her throat practically felt ready for it just thinking about it.

Manuel didn't answer. He was too intent on examining the way that tight little teddy clung to her body. When he put his hands on her hips, the material tightened, pressing against the perfect formation of small, supple breasts; when he raised his hands, the material tugged with it, the hem so short it rose to reveal that delightful little ass of hers. He cupped a cheek in a rough paw, squeezing the taut flesh like he was examining a piece of fruit, and slid his other hand over the front of the dress, grazing a discernible nipple through the thin sheer.

Her face was quite the picture, too. Big, moony brown eyes framed by gorgeous long lashes; full, pouty lips glittering like they were just begging to be wrapped around a thick, meaty shaft; those cute dimples that leant the darling cocksucker such a pure, innocent look. He gave a low growl of pleasure, and pushed her towards the bed. Circling to stand behind her, one hand still tight on her rump, he took hold of her ponytail with the other and pushed her down, bending her at the hip until she flat against the bed.

At this angle, her negligee had risen up to completely bare her shapely rear, and he took a deep breath at the sight. Bending down to one knee behind her, he placed one hand on each cheek, spreading them to get a view of the tiny, tight little bud he knew lay within. It was a tantalising sight, like a hidden star: a small ring of muscle so innocuous on its own, yet so sinfully inviting in its context. Unbidden, he reached forward, his mouth pressing against her ass, and flicked his tongue out, probing flat against her asshole.

His hands tightened their grip, holding her firmly in place and pushing her against the bed as he began to tongue her asshole, sliding around it in a tight spiral, then pushing the tip forcefully against the very bud to open it a little. For all her cleaning, her pussy just below still had that freshly fucked look to it, and he couldn't resist repositioning his thumb, scoring it slowly across the soft skin of her thigh to between her legs, and nudging it against her lips, grinding the knuckle until it started to slip into the wet sex, at the same time as he jabbed his tongue into her other hole again, a little deeper.

It wouldn't be long before he made her pleasure him again, of course – but he wanted to show her that even with him doing the work, she was just as much in thrall to him.

No words, and Ariana found herself shifting, wondering if she'd said or done something wrong. No words, but the hands returned. She let out a short little gasp as she felt them. Tight bands about her waist, pulling the teddy tight, further outlining pert breasts. Then down, down to cup the firm, rounded flesh of her ass, her dancer's ass with all the muscles and freshness that came from the activity. Then up, and Ariana gasped, another cute little noise leaking from those glittery lips. For the fingers just grazed a nipple, just teasing the very discernible nub through the fabric. Both stood out, proud peaks of dusky flesh atop the nearly perfect mounds.

"That feels..." began Ariana, only to stop with a yelp as she found herself once more tumbling toward the bed. Again came the hands, directing Ariana's body. Her upper torso went down, pressed against the bed, almost flat. Her rump rose slightly, the hips moving. She could feel the negligee parting, baring the rounded flesh of her nearly perfect ass. A shiver ran through her, one she could not suppress. Already her hands went to the sheets, bracing for something.

Hands returned, this time teasing her rear. Ariana let out another gasp, then a slight moan as she felt them parting. Her cheeks proved tight, resistant, but thee path to the little bud remained. that little star practically winked at Manuel, Ariana's muscles reflexively moving it. Hot breath puffed at Ariana's nether region, and she braced for a return of mouth.

The mouth descended, and soon Ariana let out a loud gasp of surprise. It did not tease her sex, delve low into that crease. Instead, it lapped at her ass. "What are you doing?" she yelped, squirming against the bed. Forceful hands insisted on her submissive posture, though Ariana found holding still practically impossible. "That's all dirty and stuff, you don't---Oh!" she let out a little cry as the fingers teased her. Ariana shivered as the hands ran along her thighs, finally finding her sex. The lips opened to receive their own friends, enveloping Manuel's fingers in velvet warmth. The tongue delved at the same time, making Ariana moan. Her rear rolled slightly, as if not sure what to do.

It felt so strange, that tongue upon her ass. So different. Perhaps not as exciting as when he ate her sex but... different, still naughty, still erotic, still taboo still... arousing. Ariana groaned a throaty moan as he continued to lick her ass, her body trembling, her breath already starting to come in short little pants, and her sex already starting to quiver in anticipation.

Manuel did not go easy on her: he was getting really stuck in. His face was buried between those ripe cheeks, tongue working industriously to stimulate and expand that tight little ring of muscle. Her shrill little protests amused him – of course, he ignored them completely, continuing with relish – but they gave an insight into just how innocent she was, thinking that this kind of assplay was “dirty”. He realized he should definitely take her anal virginity, too: she was much too sexy a little kitty-slut not to have taken a thick cock up her ass. But that would have to wait for later: much as he wanted to pound that little tushy until her eyes rolled back in her head, she was far too tight, and he would have to relax her a lot more before she could even approach taking on his girth.

For now, the priority was on using his mouth. His tongue alternated between ringing around and stabbing into the tight little hole, while his lips sucked to bring the blood vessels to the surface, then blew to splash cool air in a tickling tingle. Just south of his stubbled chin, his thumb sawed in and out of her pussy, feeling the growing wetness with a certain amount of triumph. He could only imagine how terrifyingly humiliating it must be for the spoilt starlet to become aroused at this kind of treatment: he was going to take considerable delight in making her cum from it.

He buried his tongue inside her again, flaring it out to force the grip of the muscle to expand, while he added a finger to the thumb below, sliding it into the warm embrace of her sticky teen sex, bending the knuckle joint to add a little pressure against the fleshy mound. His other hand retained its tight grip on her ass, not letting her squirm away, as he feasted on her beautiful shame.

The tongue lashed Ariana and she continued to moan and squirm. As he had before, Manuel worked almost too well. She couldn't believe what his tongue did to her little ass. The swirling about practically made her tingle, and the tongue darting in just felt so dirty. Ariana could feel her muscles clamping each time that tongue entered, reflexively squeezing down on it. Already heat had come from her ass, brought to life by that questing muscle. Then a light puff, making her tremble and gasp. Her sex continued its vibrations as well, as Manuel had never stopped teasing the still sensitive lips.

Ariana had always heard that a girl was more sensitive after orgasming then before. Prior to now, she'd never had a reason to put that into effect. Why bother going for two orgasms when one left you feeling all relaxed and everything? It just hadn't made sense. Now, she could most certainly confirm that at least for one teenager, her pussy most definitely got more sensitive. Already her sex had started to throb. Interior walls quaked, blood flowed, and she felt liquid arousal starting to just gather about her like dew on an early morning.

If anything, the flared tongue made it all the worse. Ariana groaned, practically burying her face into the bed, not believing this. Why was this turning her on? Was he doing something with his--oh God, the tongue flared into her, expanded, wiggled about. Ariana's ass started moving back and forth, in and out, rocking against the movements. The interior muscles had been clamping for some time, but now they seemed to almost want to seize, especially as Ariana's other side felt fuller. More fingers. Ariana shoved her face into the bed and let out a loud, low groan, her body arching, her hips thrusting back against him. It just felt so good, so good already and they'd barely, they'd barely even started. How could he... already...

His hands kept her from squirming away, which only made Ariana feel more embarrassed... past embarrassed, she was starting to feel almost humiliated. She had been a virgin not that long ago: sensual, sure, sexual even, but now she lay there squirming while a guy old enough to be her dad, someone she'd just met, tongued her ass like it contained special treats. Ariana shook her head before burying her face into the bed again, groaning with frustration and mounting arousal. It just wasn't fair. He could just so easily work her up even with... even with something like... like this.

It was almost animalistic, the ferocity with which he was attacking her: tongue coiling and uncoiling, smothering her virgin pucker with slathering attention, fingers, two now in reinforcement to his thumb, prying apart her sopping sex and delving deep. He wasn't going to stop until he had her crying out: it was just another part of the ploy to degrade her steadily into his devoted little cocksocket. The sooner she realized her part in all this, the more she would enjoy it, he told himself confidently.

He squeezed her cheeks together with his hands to narrow her dainty little asshole as tight as possible around his tongue as it crammed inside, then pulled on her ass to stretch it wide and cause as much tension against the sensitive skin there as he slid his tongue from her, trailing it roughly all the way down that patch of delicate flesh to her pussy, and then back up in a licking motion so savage it was like he was trying to strip bark from a tree. Back and forth he went, up and down, until once more he was ready to plunge his tongue into her, timing it with two fingers that curled straight into her pussy, reaching down to push the knuckles against the little nub he knew awaited him so tremulously.

It was only a question of how soon, now, how soon he would drive it out of her, and his pace quickened in search of that arrival, tongue lapping at her like a thirsty dog, fingers sawing in a merciless corkscrew, and all the time his other hand keeping her firmly clamped to the bed, pinning her petite frame easily so that he could wrest a humiliating revelation from her.

As Manuel had hoped, his actions were quickly driving Ariana into an frantic, wanton frenzy of her own. Those lush hips kept rolling and squirming, pulling against the hand that pinned them down, seemingly both desperate for more attention and to get away from the tongue that worked her so well. Ariana's cheeks squeezed and she let out a squeal into the bed cover, trying to actually pull her body away from him. His rough tongue practically peeled at her, ravaging her lower half tremendously. She could feel the tingling spread from sex to ass and back, as though the tongue intended to not only smear saliva and bits of Ariana-cum, but also the very feelings it brought. Soon Ariana found that her body had translated the strange sensations upon her ass into pleasurable ones. Each lick, each flick, each touch poured more and more arousal into her.

The tight channel still clung to the tongue as it flicked, and Ariana could hear the noisy slurping as Manuel pulled away from her clenched ass. For his tongue proved as insistent as every other part of him: parting her inner walls, working her tunnel, almost as if widening it for things yet to come. Smeared saliva made the spasming hole look all the more tantalizing.

As did that quivering sex below. Ariana once again recognized that she'd become wet, her sex producing the lubricant and begging for more. Each dance of the nerves brought more sensation along, teased more. The fingers continued to twist. Ariana felt her lips contorting around it, twisting mercilessly to match. Another round of merciless, hardcore fucking, all done with tongue and fingers.

And another powerful sensation building. Ariana groaned a throaty groan into the bed, her body trembling with the sharply increasing need. Her hips continued to rock while she let out a series of little gasps. She groaned loudly into the bed, forming words that could barely be heard. She dared shift just enough for the pretty glittery lips: "Cumming, oh, god, I'm cumming----cumming from you.... you... to my butt---oh Gooood," she flushed and delved her face into the bed, determined to hide her shame and the inevitable noises of joy that would soon be wrenched so expertly from the quivering mound of teenage flesh that could only be vaguely called her body.

The room was filled with such sweet sounds: Ariana's trembling words of such innocent fragility, the moans and gasps she couldn't help give, and the noisy wet sloshing of a busy tongue working deeper inside her. When those moans grew more muffled, Manuel knew he had won, that she was shamed into trying to hide away her sensations from him. It was so adorably naïve he could have patted her on the head and chucked her cheek: as though he wouldn't know exactly how he'd made her feel with his face right there between her legs!

And when that moment came he made sure to hold on tight so that she didn't wrench away, fingers squeezing deep into the fleshy handhold of her pert butt, tongue lodged so deep within her he could feel every contraction of her muscles, two fingers and a thumb now seizing upon her clit and bracing knuckles against the tight sucker of her dripping pussy. He drank in the taste of her forbidden ecstasy with wicked pleasure.

Once it had subsided he pulled free of her, standing quickly. His cock, heavy and thick, was now pumped full and hard once more, swinging between his legs like a cudgel, and his chin was wet from his exertions. Wiping a hand across his mouth, he arched his body over hers, bracing his arm by her slender shoulders, lowering himself until his cock nestled in the crack of her ass, so long it reached all the way up her lower back to where her ponytail finished. He coiled a hand around her throat to lift her face up towards his as he virtually lay on top of her.

He was still breathing heavily, wearing a half-smirk, half-snarl of triumph. “Good kitty.” It was all he needed to say.

Ariana came. Ariana Grande came from having her ass licked by a sexy porn star. She came and trembled and felt ashamed, deeply ashamed. For his hands and tongue had made certain that this would not be a quiet orgasm, not that any of those worked from his ministrations had been anything but. Hands dug into a clenched, vibrating butt, then fingers just graced her little button, lighting the match that set her entire form aflame.

Ariana screamed into the sheet, determined to hide how the orgasm tore through her. Even with her smothering, the noise rent through the air, covering the incessant slurping of Manuel's skilled tongue. Though the girl's moving, writhing body gave evidence toward what worked upon her. Yet again Ariana's form danced a pleased dance, though this time, her hips took most of the action. More thrusting, more delving, all the while that tight, teased ass clenching and releasing upon the invading tongue. The sex rippled, rewarding the fingers with girlish orgasm once more, though again, far from a squirt.

The orgasm was, at least, shorter then most of the others, though seemingly harder. For Ariana felt as though her ass had literally came, as though the muscles there had somehow gotten so intimately involved, tied to her sexual ecstasy so skillfully that they could not be undone. As Ariana panted in shame, her face still somewhat buried, she wondered if Manuel had not again rewritten something in her destiny. From that point on, Ariana would consider her ass a sexual organ. Each stroke, each prod would remind her of this deep orgasm. She knew it.

Something pressed against her, going along her back. She could feel it nestled between her cheeks as though they were buns designed for it. Every long inch of it rested against her flesh, reminding her of its impressive length. The cock that had taken her virginity lay pulsing on her, ready for another round, and Ariana moaned with that realization.

Hand returned lifting her up. Her eyes moved back to look, her lips slightly bit, again out of shame. Good kitty, he said, and she nearly wanted to cry. Good kitties apparently came from having their asses eaten. She fought the urge to whimper, instead swallowing hard, wondering what he could possibly do to her next. Already ,she had quite a vivid picture of that thick cock delving into her tight sex once more, hammering away until more seed spilled within... spilled within, oh God, she really was a slut. Her first time had been bareback with the guy injecting his "baby batter' right into her. Ariana groaned and closed her eyes, shaking as she began to realize just how far and how fast she was falling.

Lying on top of her like this, supporting his weight on his arm so as not to crush her, Manuel gently rock her back and forth, sliding his cock in a gentle kneading fashion against her butt. His hand massaged her throat as he kept his face on hers, delivering small kisses to her forehead, and whispering over and over, “Good kitty, good kitty.” He grinned when the shame of it all took her over and those big beautiful eyes fluttered close, obviously trying to drown out the memory, the knowledge of what she was, what she was becoming. But it was undeniable.

He gave another terribly patronising pat on the head, and pulled himself off her. His cock was throbbing now, and he decided he needed to move things on. “Stay, kitty,” he ordered curtly, as he retrieved from his bag the bottle of oil he'd brought. When he returned to the bed, he lay beside her, reaching down to grasp her waist and pull her all the way up onto the bed into the crook of his “big spoon”. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he kissed her neck, his cock nuzzling against her lower back.

“Now don't be a pouty little kitty,” he urged softly, his mouth hovering right by her ear. His hand had slid down to her ass, pulling up the fabric so it was bare again for him, and slipping in between her thighs to part them enough. Rolling her carefully onto her front, he pulled himself over her, making sure his bodyweight pinned her down. His cock dwarfed her petite features almost comically as it loomed over her. Upending the oil, he drizzled a sizeable amount directly onto her ass, and began rubbing it in.

As his hands worked, he kept up his narration. “Nothing to be ashamed of, pretty-kitty. It is meant to feel good. You can admit when it feels good. And it does feel good, doesn't it kitty?” He wanted his words to be consoling. He felt sex should be enjoyed – how could someone in his job not? – and he wanted Ariana to awake to that rather than hide her feelings away in the bedsheets. Yet at the same time, he was rather driving in the point that she was so malleable he could now coax her to orgasm with nothing classier than a tongue up her ass. Something for the precocious, entitled diva within her to dwell on, he smirked.

His hands coated her buttocks in an oily sheen, thumbs sliding her thighs apart and spreading the lubrication to her inner thighs there. They then pressed up, burying into the soft flesh until it parted, revealing the shameful little hole, still visibly red from its stimulation. Placing his thumb directly against it, he poured oil into the crack above, allowing it to slowly drizzle down, using his thumb to massage it slowly in. He tested the give, his thumb just about able to slide in now.

Bending down over her to kiss her neck again – he hadn't kissed her lips yet since she'd emerged from the bathroom; he wanted them to keep their glittery pristine sheen – he whispered into her ear, “It's just my thumb, don't worry kitty.”

What he didn't mention was that his other hand was starting to rub a liberal slather of oil onto his fully engorged cock, hovering mere inches away from her virgin asshole.

Ariana let out a soft, almost pitiable moan as the hand worked her. The cock, oh, the cock, it pressed against her still trembling cheeks, taunting them, as if promising to insert within her body all too soon. Just the thought of another intense pounding caused Ariana to tremble again, let alone the sensations, the words, the knowledge. Manuel heaped more praise upon her, using that same little word, looking into her eyes. Ariana could see the want there, that overwhelming need to take her and use her as his fuck-puppet. She saw it, knew she fed it, and felt another flare light up within her.

A pat came next, one that almost made her cry. Then words. Ariana frowned slightly. "Stay? What are you going to do?" she asked, turning to try and watch. He'd moved to the bag, pulling out oil. Again his hand encircled her, again she went into the bed, half cradled against him. Ariana couldn't see the cock, though she felt it pressing against the tanned flesh of her lower back. She could see the arm pulling up her sexy clothes, feel it pushing against her.

"I'm not pouting," Ariana protested, very nearly proving that statement wrong. The hand delved again, pulled it up. Cooler air kissed hot skin, and Ariana swore she could feel the cock throb against her. She moved once more, her front pressing into the bed. Her hands went up to cradle her head and she turned slightly, looking away. Warm oil soon landed, and she let out a little coo, squirming a bit. "That feels weird,' she mumbled, though her eyes half-lidded, weird, but definitely good.

Ariana groaned as the hands massaged her, narration followed. She was pretty; she shouldn't be ashamed. "Feels good," she repeated, agreeing almost half hypnotically. Still, she couldn't help but flush at the remembrance of squirming like a slut as he ate out her ass. Surely that wasn't just feeling good, that was... something.

Her ass felt so good now, so slick and warm and, somehow it almost felt shiny. True, both cheeks glistened like glazed buns fresh from the oven. Then the hands moved: Ariana complied. She let out a coo as she felt the oil drizzling down, sliding between her cheeks, going along her little hole. Soon a thumb went. Just as she was about to ask, Ariana felt a kiss. It made her let out a little moan again.

"Okay," she said, nodding, "just a thumb. I can... I can do that," she said, licking those glittery lips for a moment: it was high quality stuff, used by pop stars and strippers. Said thumb prodded against her, and Ariana forced herself to relax, to make her muscles go slack, wanting to show that she could handle this, that she was a sexy woman, could do it. "It feels good," she repeated, nodding, closing her eyes and shifting ever so slightly.

Manuel steadily continued the progress of his thumb into Ariana's now well lubricated asshole, until he could feel his hand hilting against her. The way her tight muscle was sucking on his thumb, he almost feared he wouldn't be able to get it out, much less replace it with his infinitely thicker cock. He grabbed the oil and drizzled another dollop almost directly on, then began slowly extracting his thumb, rolling his hand side to side slightly to aid. His other hand began kneading the excess oil in, partly massaging the tender little buttocks that framed that delectable fuck-target, and partly simply revelling in the feel of her supple teenage flesh.

Lowering his body over hers he continued to kiss her neck, trying to relax her, even entice her, all while drips of oil pooled slowly at the tip of his cock and spilled down onto the backs of her thighs. Rightly or wrongly, he thought Ariana was pretty clueless, just a dumb little brat, and he doubted she'd realized yet what he had planned for her next. He was happy for her to stay that way for the moment, and introduce the idea only gradually. His patronising attitude to her perhaps reflected their age gap, but also that innocent air she projected that shone through the womanly radiance she wore for show.

His thumb finally managed to ease its way out of her. Pausing his massage to apply more oil, he practically soaked her in it – the sheets were starting to stain beneath them, but that didn't matter for now – in preparation for his next approach. This time, he positioned two fingers, index and middle, at her opening, and very slowly borrowed them forward, finding the going even tighter. He nipped lightly at her neck, planted another kiss, whispered another misogynistically patronising little sweet-nothing: yet if his manner was unimaginative, he hoped it would be effect, for her sake, because one way or another he was going to fuck her tight little teen ass soon.

Despite Ariana's best efforts, her ass still clenched on the thumb. She felt her muscles contract, holding the thing in place, gripping it tightly. Ariana let out a little moan, half in frustration, half in embarrassment, again moving to partially bury her face. Something else slid atop her, almost directly hitting her puckered ass. As it connected, Ariana forced herself to release a breath, relaxing her body as best she could.

The massages upon her slick ass certainly felt wonderful. The skillful hands, always the hands, teasing and prodding her tender flesh. Those muscles slackened even before she realized, and Ariana felt that starting to leak to her ass. Oil slid all over: she could feel her lower half being slick, "So slick," she even mumbled, her eyelids fluttering for a moment. Why all the massaging though? Was he just getting off on playing with her ass? She supposed it was a nice ass and all, and...

oh, God, that felt good. Ariana let out a moan as she felt the fingers pulling along her, massaging her lower half. The thumb left and great gobs of oil began rolling down her body. Ariana let out a satisfied coo, moving her head, closing her eyes, taking a breath. That soon turned into a sharp gasp as two fingers pushed inside her. Soon kisses rained down on her neck and Ariana found herself mumbling "that feel's nice."

In fact, the girl's muscles were already beginning to tire. All the squeezing, the fighting against the squeezing, the burning want that bubbled within, it all exhausted her. It certainly helped that she'd effectively cum from having her ass toyed with moments before, and Ariana's loins certainly remembered all the orgasms. The girl's ass didn't suddenly become lax, but the muscles stopped clamping down like a vice. It was still a snug hole, still tight thanks to her build and her muscles, but Ariana seemed at least willing to cooperate and relax... for now.

Manuel could feel her body slowly yielding to him. It was an inevitable process: no matter her reserve, she couldn't hold out on him forever. Slowly, very slowly, his twinned fingers were making their way deeper and deeper into her asshole. The first knuckles slid by, the second encountered more resistance, but with enough of a push not to hurt her, but just to breach that wall of suction, he succeeded. To the hilt of his hand, he now had two fingers inside her, holding them there for emphasis so that she could feel just how steadily, how easily, she was becoming his plaything.

He could still feel tension in her, though, just the way her back arched against his chest, the way the slightest movement of hers would still produce some kind of counterreaction, as though her body were fighting to discover her true instincts. So he continued massaging her ass, all the way from the shapely curve of her lower back, down those deliciously padded cheeks, to the very insides of her inner thighs, just creeping enough towards her sopping teenage pussy to browse at stimulation without quite engulfing her.

Relaxing his hand, he now pulled his fingers back, but instead of pulling them out as he had his thumb, he began to rock them back and forth, the motion working against the tightness of the muscle to relax it further. At the same time, he pressed down with his thumb, light but firm pressure against the sensitive skin at the very rim of her asshole, depressing it steadily, nuzzling the thumb back and forth in a small circle. When he encountered dry skin, he scooped another dollop of oil down, and then resumed, thumb steadily encroaching on those two fingers: when all three could fit inside her, he'd be confident enough to try entering her. He just hadn't told her that part.

“I'm glad you like it, kitty,” he whispered, mouth planting a string of tiny kisses along the line of her neck down to her throat. “This is all you need to do right now, kitty, don't worry your pretty, empty little head about a thing, just lie there and be a good, perfect, pretty, dumb little kitty-slut.” The words bordered on savage abuse – yet they were delivered at a soft purr, accented thickly in French, as though they were the warmest, most honeyed tones of pure romance.

Fingers rocked into Ariana. She felt her interior walls clamping down, massaging the lengths, rippling around them. No matter what she did, her body would keep relaxing. His continued work did its job, to be sure, but Ariana's teenage body seemed convinced that it must clamp down upon anything that invaded. However, as the fingers stayed, as they held, the muscles slowly released, seeming to just accept them as part of it.

A moan left Ariana as she realized that, more, as she realized that he kept doing whatever he wanted. He kept toying with her ass, kept adding fingers, now actually finger-fucking her tight ass with his fingers. And Ariana just groaned and rocked against him. Her movements were slight: her body too relaxed to do much more. Her hips moved gently, swaying, her ass rising and falling, releasing and going with each. Hands massaged her flesh and Ariana let out another little moan, relaxing still further.

The fingers rocked, and the thumb returned. A little gasp came out, followed by a soft almost coo as the thumb worked all along her edges. Ariana could feel the ring of muscles trembling, the massage working against their desire to stay locked into position. Each pass seemed to work to relax her more and more, her body starting to line up.

Hot whispers tumble into her ears. Ariana closed her eyes to listen, to listen and to feel those kisses. All she needed... more about being a kitty about... pretty? Dumb? Did he think she was...? Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned. She should be upset. She was Ariana Grande, not some dumb kitty slut. Except, except it felt good. "Feels so nice,' she mumbled again, dazed, almost hypnotized by the massaging, her body turning to mush, to clay for him to mold as he would. Ariana even stopped wondering what this was all about, or, well, stopped fretting. Maybe he just needed her relaxed. Maybe he just wanted to show her new pleasure. Who knew: who cared?