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

For all his professionalism, Manuel was really losing himself in how much he enjoyed simply working on a body as divine as this. She was quite a treasure: every inch perfectly sculpted and then wrapped in the most impeccably gorgeous skin. Simply massaging the oil into her until her lower half gleamed like a joint of meat was itself a true pleasure. And yet, when he felt her starting to give, felt his thumb sucked inexorably into the embrace of a tight pucker-kiss once so narrow it hard barely affected it alone, but was now already packed with two thick fingers sawing back and forth, he knew she was ready. And no amount of massage was worth passing up the opportunity to fuck Ariana Grande in the ass.

The thumb joined the two fingers, both pushing in until he was sure of the fit – tight, so very tight, of course, but not actually medically dangerous; merely something he was going to have to guide the beautiful starlet through. Fortunately, he thought she was too ditzy to realize that in this situation, she held much of the power in a strange way, for they would have to proceed at her own pace: but the illusion of his control would likely be too powerful, and he remained confident he could manipulate her into submission all over. Slowly his hand withdrew, his pulse racing as his excitement for what was to come grew.

Sitting back on his heels, he rubbed oil into both of his hands, and then slapped a thick blotch onto his cock, rubbing until it was dripping with the viscous lubricant. He lowered his body over her to hold her in position, arms by her side, his cock nosing between her cheeks. “Look at me, look at me,” he urged in a heated whisper, wanting to see the reaction on that pretty face, in those big dark eyes, when he entered her. An oily hand coiled loosely around her throat to encourage her in the motion of raising her hand to look back at his, hovering near.

And when he was ready, he lowered his hips, gritting his teeth against the immediate pressure, as his large cockhead slid its way against her virgin asshole. Even with all of the oil and preparation it wasn't quite as seamless as he would have liked: he did not simply slide magically inside her in one go. Instead, he made almost no progress. Pulling back, he tried again, and this time gained enough purchase, just to nose her apart wide enough to slide the very tip into her. He paused there, waiting for the reaction, holding her just steady, trying not to blow right there from the sheer, raw intense pleasure of the so-tight suction about to consume him.

Until less then an hour ago, Ariana Grande had been a virgin. She'd been pristine, nearly untouched save for a few fumbling boys. Never had one dared to play with her cute little pussy for long enough to draw more then a few giggles and a gasp from the pretty little thing. Certainly no one had dared play around with that ass, an ass so tight that it could squeeze a quarter until nickles came out.

Now, however, that same girl had fingers working within her ass. She felt them pushing her, stretching her flesh. Again she let out a little coo, again she felt him stretch a new hole, tease a new area. She felt so relaxed, but relaxed in a strange way. Her body tingled, her ass particularly feeling almost... almost aroused, as if every part of her body had suddenly switched to being sexual.

The fingers left her teased flesh and Ariana let out another little moan, shifting. She almost sounded like a kitten then, the little noise almost like a yawn or a meow. She turned slightly, almost lazily looking back to try and see. She heard the command and her eyes refocused up on him, looking to her. A hand returned to her throat, shifting her to look back.

Then Ariana Grande, previous virgin, still anal-virgin, felt a cock press against her ass. Her eyes went wide for a moment with the realization, her lips parting just slightly. "Is that your cock?" she spat, unable to keep back her surprise. She tried to look, to see if he was actually going to attempt to fit his monster cock, the thing that had barely fit inside her tender little pussy, into her ass. She felt something battering against her, the domed head familiar. Her muscle, still jellied by all the rubbing and teasing, did not cooperate, did not seem to move. The cock would not enter her hole, battering.

"Are you--are you trying to--to fuck my... aaaaasss," she hissed as she felt the cock enter her. Ariana's eyes went wide, so wide, her hands shooting out to grab fistfuls of sheet. A loud low moan went through her, her teeth clenched to try and suppress. Pain, shooting pain, shot through her ass like a lance of fire. Yet she could still feel her body giving way, worse: she felt... so aroused. such a debauched act done so masterfully, toyed with her. "Oooooh Goooood, your cock is in my assssss," she hissed the last word, letting it come out almost like a snake's hiss. She trembled, her feet kicking slightly, her fists clenching. Not only the tightness, the strange stretching feeling, but the knowledge that she was taking a cock up her puckered little hole made Ariana hiss.

Her reaction was so darling, Manuel wished he hadn't turned off the camera: it would have been a beautiful moment to capture on film, the way her legs kicked, back arched, arms squirmed, the way that pretty face puckered up in surprise. He could only smile at how clueless the cock-starved starlet was: it wasn't until he was already inside her that she seemed to fully realize what was happening. But he found her ditziness all the more adorable, rather than irritating: it just made her seem more and more like a precious little kitten for him to play with.

His hands seized her wrists to keep her still, and he used the weight of his thighs to pin her legs down: her squirming was cute, but he didn't want her moving too much. Once he had her under better control, he could risk pushing forward a little, coaxing another nudge of impossibly thick cock into her, opening her up that little bit more. Rather than pull back, he held there, allowing her to adjust, but not for long: soon his hips bucked again, adding slow, mounting pressure until it overcame her to the extent of sliding even deeper.

He loved watching the reactions playing across her face, the way her lips twitched and eyes fluttered. For once, he even offered her a soft smile. He didn't want her panicking and stressing out: if the airheaded brat could just figure out to relax, it would go so much easier on her, and she might even start to enjoy the sensation of being opened up to a whole new dimension of sensation. He felt his cock throb with desire when she pursed those pouty, glittery lips up in a soft hiss of feeling, so much that he had to pull back a tiny bit, so engorged was he now that he was practically stuck. Pull back – for a moment.

And then came the first real thrust.

God, and Ariana had thought getting fucked felt raw and hard. This made that seem like a walk in the park. Again the hands, again pinning her down. Ariana couldn't help but squirm even in that grasp, as though the sexual urge needed to be expressed through constant body movement. All movement stopped as Manuel pushed. Ariana felt the cock slide in and she let out another high pitched "oooooh" as it pushed aside her walls. Soon she was again taking in breaths, practically panting as though she were going into labor.

So tight, so tight. Ariana hissed between her teeth and tried to lower her head. She felt her interior muscles rippling, trying to clamp down, to eject, to suck in, all at the same time. She felt every inch of Manuel's thick cock, felt the veins, felt each pulsing throb through her delicate walls. When he swelled, she let out another hiss, her hand jerking, gripping another section of sheet while her body arched up against him. "Oh gooooood," she hissed, her toes curling now as she worked against it.

Then he thrust and she screamed, everything tightening at once. Ariana's head whipped back, that impressive tail practically lashing her, likely hitting him. Her legs, pinned, tensed, toes curled so tight they nearly bent back. Hands matched feet: clenching tight enough for the knuckles. All throughout she felt the burning pain of her body stretching to accommodate his cock.

"Oooooh, gaaaah," she said, squirming, a hand going out, fingers splayed, 'Your cock...it's... it's in my ass, it's..." she groaned, not believing that. she was being assfucked by a pornstar with a dick that had to rival her arm. She groaned again, grabbing sheet and pulling hard. Gah, the sensations were just uncontrollable.

Manuel had to roll his head to the side to avoid getting lashed in the eye by her flailing ponytail. He chuckled at her loss control, releasing one of her hands – it wasn't going anywhere, chewing up the sheets so tight in a fist that he could see the whites of her slender knuckles – and grabbed ahold of the ponytail, steadying her like he was calming a bucking bronco. He tilted her head right back, his cheek to hers. His other hand remained entwined with hers, interlacing fingers and squeezing lightly so that she would have something to squeeze back against, something to ease through the initial pain with.

He rode the first wave of counterreaction expertly, slowing his thrust once he felt her tighten around him and only resuming once the wave of contractions had passed through. Almost immediately, he pulled back, right the way back clean of her, and then thrust back, this time aiming a little higher, a little harder, to drive her shapely rump right off the bed into the air, to hear his thighs slap her oiled buttocks as they made contact, and to force at least two solid inches of wrist-thick cock into her. It wasn't much progress, but it was impressive that she'd adjusted so quickly.

Yanking lightly on her ponytail, he used it like a leash so he could get a better grip for his next couple of thrusts. These were slower than the previous rough intrusion, but just as deep: trying to get her used to the size of the insertion was going to be slow work. But it was worthwhile for the incredible sensation her tightness offered his cock: every inch felt like the velvety sucker of sheer bliss was engulfing him.

"Oh Gooood," repeated Ariana, feeling like a broken record. Nothing else came to mind. Not as he pulled her back, using her tail as a handle yet again. Not as her body arched. Not as her interior walls reverberated about him, once more squeezing the cock hard enough to feel every little detail of its thickness. Not as that cock moved back, then once more slammed forward.

Another hiss came from Ariana then. She felt more ass give way, felt just a little more thick cock shoot into her. Surely he didn't plan on getting all of it. Already she felt so full, so very, very full. So full and tight. It felt as though her petite lower half would just split right in two, skewered by the cock. Not pain, or at least, not enough. Ariana couldn't process why she didn't feel more pain. A burning, a stretching, that fullness, oh God, that fullness. But shouldn't her body feel as though it were being torn in two? Shouldn't her ass be bleeding?

The massaging, the oil, it made it all the easier. Ariana groaned as she felt thigh slap her ass, felt the cock jut into her. She let out another sharp cry, her eyes flying open, he lips parting in shock. Her body trembled once more, another reverberation shaking all of her, forcing the muscles in her ass to squeeze and release, her body to jut. Ariana herself, without realizing it, pushed back enough to help slide another quarter, maybe half inch of cock into her quivering ass. Those velvety walls jostled about, dancing.

"Your cock is in my assssss," she hissed again, her hand hitting the bed now, having released. The other squeezed his hand, her eyes pinching shut. "Omigod, your cock is really in there. It's in my ass, oh God," she trembled and let out another whine, her body shaking once more, the interior muscles squeezing all along him. "It's there and, and it feels... omigod," she whimpered again, her butt wiggling a bit, not believing that she had the huge pillar ready to shove within.

The steady rhythm of his hips met hers in a clash, and for the first time he felt her actually pushing back against him. He could only marvel at her quick learning: the girl really was a natural. Perhaps it was all that dancing, those teasing videos full of gyrations and contortions, all of it really just an elaborate, glamourised preparation for her real calling in life, taking a thick slab of fuckmeat up her ass. Or perhaps it was simply her responding to Manuel's skilled manipulation of her, his coaching of her, his turning her into his little “kitty”.

“Eyes open, kitty,” he warned her gently, kissing her neck. He had been mostly silent thus far, allowing his hands and now his cock to do all the talking, while listening to her squealing voice. She sounded so dumb, there was no other word for it, repeating over and over that his cock was in her ass like she'd only just noticed. It provided an amusing little soundtrack: in fact, he bet that if he'd been recording it, it would have rivalled one of her teeny pop albums for sales. Yanking harder on her ponytail to lean her face back towards him, he whispered again, “Eyes open,” as he kissed her jawline.

His fingers, interlaced with hers, squeezed back lightly, helping her transfer the overwhelming sensations, but he otherwise gave her no respite. He was putting all six foot of his muscular frame – and all uncountable inches of his arm-like cock – behind each thrust now, burying as deep as he could, holding until the pressure was so much it was about to overwhelm him, then pulling back slowly with a roll of his hips. The rhythm was slow, but steady and insistent, giving her time to adjust but not time to tighten up again.

Attentively, he watched her carefully. He was going to make her cum again, he told himself, though it wouldn't be long before it was too much for him as well. For all that the previous two had taken out of him he had ample in reserve, and the sensation of her tight sucker-grip on him was just incomparable. But it was important for him to show her that this wasn't just about him: that she could enjoy this, even enjoy this so much her eyes rolled back and toes curled.

A whimper left Ariana's glittery lips as Manuel insisted that she open her eyes. She forced them open, a strange mixture showing in those dark orbs: pain, confusion, want, pleasure, so much pleasure. A kiss upon her jaw, and she let out another moan, her body trembling. A tug had drawn her head next to his, the first tug that had actually hurt for some reason, hurt but felt good.

Fingers tightened, new sensations, so many sensations. So much pressure, the cock inching its way into her tight little ass. Ariana whimpered and kicked her feet as best she could as she felt her ass give way. Without thinking, her eyes pinched shut as she took several deep sucking breaths. The pressure, oh God, the pressure. "Oh Gooood," she hissed, trembling again, her hand curling tight into his. She'd never felt like this, never felt close, had no frame of reference. She'd masturbated, came before, knew what that would be like, had even teased her little pussy with her fingers, given it some work. But her ass? Never, nothing besides normal functions.

Now she felt cock steadily rocking into her, pushing her aside, stretching her ass out like a sleeve: a fleshy sleeve for cock. The walls continued to ripple and press tight. Ariana gasped as she felt her muscles draw him in for a moment, seeming to actually want it. She could swear that she could feel right where he ended, right where his domed head swelled and pushed aside brand new flesh, right where her body stretched the most, previously unworked muscles working.

Though Ariana's entire body continued to get in on the action. Abs tightened, toes curled, fingers clenched, even teeth. "So deep," moaned Ariana, her head lolling, "you cock is... is so deep in my... my ass... it's, oh Goooood,' she trembled again, her head lolling back once more, her eyes pinched shut, her overwhelmed senses desperate to deny more. So tight, so much tension, so much, so very, very much...

Manuel had meant to go slow on her but he just couldn't hold back any longer. She was so unbelievably tight, and yet yielding with such impressive readiness, that he simply had to start battering his thick length into her harder and harder, thighs slapping roughly into her ass with every stroke, driving more and more cock into a hole so tight it seemed like they were defying the laws of physics together. He was flushed, his pulse racing, and his teeth were gritted, but he was still, just barely, managing to stay in control.

Once more, those pretty, dark eyes, so full of emotion, windows to the soul of the fragile teenager, fluttered shut, closed off his view into just how the spell he had cast had a hold of Ariana. Frustrated, he yanked her ponytail again, and slowed himself, coming to pause as he dragged his cock from her until just the very tip remained inside. He hovered there, threatening, not as before, to enter her – but to not enter her, holding there the risk that the sensations he was coursing through her body would end if she didn't comply.

“Open your eyes, kitty, I want to see those eyes,” he whispered gently, but meaningfully, as his mouth kissed her cheek, her neck. He would not continue, he would not allow her any more of this strange pleasure, until he had her rapt attention in hand once more. And only when she managed to remember her place, the nubile little kitty-slut, would he resume. The tension in him built, his frustration growing, his desire growing. “If you want my cock in your ass, kitty, you're going to open your eyes.”

Manuel did not thrust, did not push, but hammered into Ariana's tight ass. She could feel each blow rocking against her, her entire body moving against it. she was nothing, a pathetic little waif, compared to his immensity. Each thrust forced her ass to give way, forced more of her to stretch out and take him in. Each hammering blow shattered a new piece of Ariana. Soon she felt her muscles going slack, unable to fight against this force any more. Her body practically jellied.

Then a yank, and Ariana gasped, her eyes going wide, rolling back to look at him. The cock pulled out, agonizingly slow, and Ariana felt her ass clench, seeming to want to hold it in. The fullness, that taboo sensation, it left, left with such slowness, such sloth. Ariana could feel the cock just hovering at the edge, heard the words. She heaved several breaths, her small chest bobbing with the effort of sucking in air.

Lips lowered, kissed all about her. She was his kitty slut: she needed to remember that. "It's so hard," she whimpered, unable to stop. "It's just so much, I---" she bit her lip, shuddering again. A hand went back to press against her and she took several more breaths, trying to steady herself, to adjust. "I'm not... I don't think I..." she stammered, shaking her head. She let out another squeal, feeling her hips roll a little. Did she want his cock back in her ass at all? Maybe. She definitely didn't want this... this limbo, this strange between, only the head lodged in her rear. She wanted to be fucked or wanted to be left alone.

Ariana turned, whimpering as she looked to Manuel. "I--I don't think I...I can..." she said, squirming, "it's just so much---I---I'm not--" she felt her lip trembling, feeling like she'd somehow betrayed him. She sucked a deep breath, tried to thrust her hips back. Her efforts did mean a little bit of impalement, but it seemed that her desperation made it hard for her to sink down on the cock like she wanted.

She sounded so helpless, she looked so innocent, that a pang of remorse swept Manuel and he seriously considered stopping, even if only for a temporary pause, to calm her confusion and soothe her frayed nerves. After all, he didn't want to seriously traumatise the poor girl, just mess her up a little so he could take advantage of her disarray; and he didn't want to risk injury if she was in genuine pain rather than the mere discomfort of adjusting to her new lifestyle as his personal cocksleeve. It was a terrible thing to have to give up the prize of her ass, but it wasn't worth it if she was struggling this much.

His heart broke for her as those eyes turned big as full moons and her lip trembled, threatening to break, and he was about ready to ease out of her, shhhing a soothing, “It's OK, kitty, it's OK, sweetie, shhh, it's OK, I understand,” releasing her ponytail and moving his hand to her face, stroking her delicate cheek softly, running his thumb across her chin, his body slowly relaxing and preparing for the end – when he felt her starting to push back against him. Wiggling her little butt up to him, trying to work herself back onto him. He watched as she took a deep breath and concentrated on trying to screw her hips back. She was trying to assfuck herself on his dick. His jaw practically dropped.

He broke into a grin. Continuing to stroke her face and softly coo what a good, good little kitty she was being, he eased forward again, slowly, steadily. No longer holding onto her hair he had to rely on her for purchase, but the counterpressure her hips seemed willing to give was enough. Several inches in one go slid into her, as though she had been doing this kind of thing for fun, rather than it being her first blushing encounter. He pulled back, nearly to the tip, studying her reaction closely, stroking, petting, consoling, whispering, kissing, and then sank in again.

He continued in this fashion, building a rhythm, regaining her trust, her confidence, until he felt sure he could really let loose and start pistoning like he wanted. But he remained attentive to her pretty face, remaining in touch with her need to be cooed and comforted, even as he started to put his full weight into trying to fuck her little ass into next week.

It genuinely surprised Ariana to hear the concern in Manuel's voice. Did he... did he actually... care? She'd become half-convinced that she was just a cock-sleeve for him, his lay of the moment, but, well, maybe she'd underestimated him? Or maybe, just maybe, the rampaging man who'd been fucking her brains out for the past several minutes was actually human.

The assfucking had somehow become a two-way event, though Ariana didn't think she helped much. she kept trying, rocking her hips back, relaxing her ass as best she could, wanting to show that she could handle this, that it was simply the overwhelming sensations. Her eyes screwed shut again as she let out another shuddering moan, feeling the cock slide all the way back in and then all the way back out. She hissed, her hand going back to him, her eyes going wide. It suddenly felt so much better, so much more arousing. Ariana felt her sex trembling now, a little warmth spreading throughout her. The kisses and strokes helped. Those hands seemed to be everywhere, though part of Ariana couldn't help but notice that he seemed to ignore her breasts: apparently Manuel Ferrara was not a breast fan. Either that or he recognized that Ariana's best features were arguably her tight ass or those luscious dancer's legs.

The rhythm built, Manuel overwhelming Ariana's sloppy movements. the pretty girl's face screwed up as she tried to push back better, or at least match his rhythm. Her exertion showed on her face, the concentration narrowing her. She could feel her body still clenching, though this time, clenched to try and push back. The pressure caused her to take several breaths and she felt herself trembling again. She kept her eyes opened, and they opened wider with shock as she took a deep breath, letting it out in a throaty groan that seemed to shake her.

Her head turned, gasping breaths, and she dragged her own hand along her body for a moment. She dared trail back, trying to feel how much cock remained, to try and get a handle to try and do something, anything to prove that she could, that she was ready, though by now, she wasn't even sure why.

As limited as her efforts were, they were appreciated with wide-eyed enthusiasm by Manuel. The fact she was actually making even the smallest endeavour to reciprocate was unbelievably sexy: not merely some totally passive hole, but a living, breathing woman, whose desire he seemed to have awoken through a mixture of teasing and manipulation and sheer force. He nodded encouragingly, stroking her neck, and, as his composure started to break, as he started to simply lose himself in the sensation of assfucking the gorgeous little teen, panting, “Such a sexy little fucking kitty…”

His cock was completing long, full strokes now, sliding so deep that when he felt her small, delicate hand reach back, she would find that she couldn't even fit a hand around what was left outside when he finished the fullest extent of his upstroke, driving what seemed like an impossibly huge amount of cock into what seemed like an impossibly tight ass. The rhythmic pounding of his hips built into frenzy until he was outpacing her little attempts at wiggling back against him, his virile thirst for flesh consuming her so absolutely.

Her action of pulling her hand down her body had shifted her somewhat onto her side, and he took the opportunity previously denied by their positions to move his hand down from her neck, cupping a now partly exposed breast-mound through the thin fabric of the tight black top. His hand could easily encase the small mass, but its size made it no less wondrous to hold, that firm, warm expression of her womanhood, the potent nub against his palm as he softly cupped and kneaded.

He actually gave a gasp of sheer pleasure at the feeling, and it spurred him on, his hips now pulling full the way back and practically slamming forward with enough force to lift her into the air, his mammoth cock disappearing inside her in some kind of perverse biological magic trick, all of his energy and concentration focussed on this increasingly torrid, raw, depraved act.

More encouraging hands, more soft caresses, all mixed with the absolutely frenzied fucking. Ariana's ass felt so damn full, so good, and her hand felt just a bit of cock, perhaps even less then he'd shoved into her sex. Just her fingertips touched that, but she moaned. That knowledge sank within her, heating her further.

That hot teenager shifted, finding herself on her side. Her feeble attempts to thrust back grew more erratic, not that she seemed to need to, not with his frenzied pounding hitting her with each passing moment. Ariana's hands drifted back, her fingers gracing her hips. They scrambled to try and pull, to encourage however she could. As her hands moved, so did his, coming up. Ariana gasped at the touch, feeling blood surge immediately to her nipples. The new sensation mixed with the overwhelming ones, adding more and more tension. Her entire breast received covering, encompassed by his rough hand.

To her surprise, she heard him gasp. The noise made her moan, trembling and lolling her head back against his body, practically melting into his arms. The forced thrusts practically bounced her each time. She felt his cock sink nearly to its hilt within her, and with each thrust, the tension grew.

The tension grew, tighter and tighter. Ariana's eyes flew open with recognition, those pretty pink lips parting in shock. She groaned, her back arching almost perfectly, her body trembling ever so sweetly. Her hands gripping him tight, more to brace then for anything. It felt... different, this tension, new, new because he hadn't coaxed it from her sex. Her little pussy had been all but neglected, despite its throbbing, yet she grew tense.

"I'm going to cummm," she groaned, her skillful voice dipping. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum from you fucking my assssss," again the hiss, and she trembled, pushing against him, not believing this. From her ass; she was going to cum from being fucked in the ass, no, from being plowed in the ass, from her ass turning into a fucksheath. Ariana groaned, her eyes not closing, but instead rolling up. Deep, it felt so deep, so tight, so... so.. so...

Manuel was quite deliberately neglecting her pussy: for all its tempting slickness, he had the discipline to overlook its sticky allure and instead simply concentrating on fucking her so deeply he was on the very cusp of hilting his entire engorged monster within her, of having his hips slam square up against her ripe ass to the very extent of his immensity. He wanted her to know just how wanton a little slut he had turned her into, his cock had turned her into, that she was going to cum just from his pummelling her ass.

So when she announced that she knew exactly that, when that soft little voice quavered and quailed, it was all he could take not to lose it right there and then. Instead, he gritted his teeth as hard as he could, cupped her breast so hard he could feel her nipple burrowing like a diamond chip into his palm, and concentrated on hammering that final stubborn inch of himself into her. Perhaps it was an unrealistic goal, but the focus of it at least helped stave off the mind-blowing climax he knew was just a few strokes away, as he pinned her tight to the bed and almost savagely fucked himself at her, the bed creaking viciously with every muscular thrust, guttural grunts escaping his mouth as he powered himself home.

When he finally felt his pelvic bone meet hers, when he finally realized that he had managed to force his entire length inside her, that she had amazingly opened up to the extent that their two bodies could practically melt into each other in the most obscene fashion, it was too much, and he was staring into the abyss of white hot no-return.

Ariana swore she lost her mind to the pleasure. It roared up within her, like some strange creature, blowing away all her nerves, all her expectations. She let out an incredibly loud, incredibly strained "Oh my God!" as her ass began rippling about the cock. She felt a hand go up to grab, no, maul her breast, felt the hips hammer into her, felt the cock seeming to struggle for that last inch, heard the bed creak, heard his breath, heard her heartbeat.

"I'm CUMMING, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHh!" shot out of her at maximum volume, louder then even before. Ariana Grande had a belter's voice, a diva's voice, one that could hit volumes that most couldn't. Now it sang out in pure debauched ecstasy as her newest form of orgasm shook her. She jerked, and if Manuel did not hold tight, would rocket straight off his cock. Her entire body surged with the intensity, the sheer deepness of the orgasm. It didn't just quake her sex, but seemed to quake her entire being.

The ass clenched hard, too hard, likely cutting off circulation to Manuel's cock for several long seconds. It clenched, the girl clenched, she pushed against him, her body straining under the enormity of it all. Her chest thrust outward, her ass shoved back. The cock, the whole cock, she could feel every last inch filling her tight ass, the ass that clenched and vibrated about it, milking the cock. Yes, it milked, for soon Ariana's clenching ass seemed to pull and massage and jerk as if her body's desperate need for more of Manuel's seed took over.

All the while she let out a cacophony of noises, screeches and near-howls. Her voice actually gave out mid one, turning into a low, guttural groan that shook her as fiercely as her orgasms did. It shook to her legs, which kicked out, flailing like mad, pushing along the sheet, pushing against Manuel, entangling in him. Her hands clenched, her body clenched. And those eyes he so wanted to see rolled almost completely into her pretty head, all while a sinful moan left those glittering lips.

Black spots began to swim in her vision, her world spinning on an axis which was Manuel's cock. It rose and fell and swept over her and along her, carrying her along in its sinful tide. Her neglected sex spasmed and shook, trembling, letting out a tiny trickle of arousal, almost a sad amount, all while Ariana continued to cum, cum longer then before, and easily as hard as she had when he'd tongued her ass and fingered her tight little teen pussy.

The almost violent spasming of her tight muscle really set him off. With a weakened groan, Manuel's resistance subsided, and he gave in to the pure ecstasy of it all, grunting and pushing his hips forward as the first jolt swept through him, so hard his own head even lolled a little. Cum practically rocketed from him, with an intensity that made it seem laughable that this was his third orgasm of the day. In his current position, he was set to paint the teen starlet's insides white, and as a second, and a third, pulse twitched through his flaring cock, he could feel the cum bubbling and leaking out as it quickly filled her past full.

The copious oil he'd prepped her with and the ridiculous volume of cum her agile dancer's body had sucked from him mixed in a frothy slop between them as his cock flopped out of her, trailing a spatter across the backs of her thighs and spraying the sheets. He was still panting, and Ariana he assumed was pretty much passed out at this stage. Under other circumstances he might have forced her to immediately fall to her knees once more, but he decided she'd performed so ably that he was willing to give her a little break and delay her introduction to ass-to-mouth for another time.

Pulling himself up onto the bed, he lay down her, wrapping her up in two strong arms and hugging her tight, his mouth seeking out her neck as he kissed and nuzzled at his prize. His hand kept an almost protective cup on her breast while the other lay flat across her stomach, stroking softly against the bare skin where her ruined teddy had pulled all the way up – it served as little more than a napkin to wipe up at this stage – as he steadily recovered his breathing, and rocked his softening cock against her thighs, the last few drips and drops of thick cum slowly oozing first from his tired head.

He whispered in her ear. Nothing less would do: she had really earned her praise. “Good girl.”

White hot liquid sprayed into the quaking walls. Ariana felt it shooting deep into her, deep enough that she felt she'd be leaking cum for days following this. Not that such thoughts came to the teenager as her orgasm continued to shake her body. Manuel's surging cock only prolonged it, drawing the pleasure out to painful lengths, stretching it all throughout Ariana's aching form.

Already she could feel warm liquid oozing out the previously tight crack of her ass. The sloppy mix of oil, cum, sweat, and who knows frothed out in little bubbly bursts, especially as the cock softened and left the still twitching ass. Ariana felt her bowels quiver, ejecting more of the frothy mixture upon her thighs, no doubt staining the sheets. That previously tight, cute little hole now gaped almost obscenely, trembling and rimmed in pink, as little spurts of oil and cum continued to drizzle out at regular intervals.

The girl who owned said quivering ass was only barely aware of the hands upon her, drawing her almost lovingly to him. The lips that pressed against her neck, the hands that teased her breath. Ariana panted, her glazed dark eyes looking out while the rapidly firing neurons in her brain struggled to process absolutely anything at this point. She could vaguely feel a cock wiping against her lithe, tanned thighs, streaking the sun-kissed flesh with long ropes of white.

A whisper, and Ariana moaned, trembling. Those pretty lips moved, struggling to form words, thoughts, though in truth, the girl almost wanted to just collapse at this point, feeling so very, very fucked, thoroughly, completely, utterly fucked, from her trembling ass to her throbbing pussy to her gaping mouth...

...and they still had hours of day left...

The quiet calm returned: no more noisy fucking or piercing wailing or ragged grunting, just two heavy breathers slowing back to normal. In that silence, Manuel held Ariana tight, rocking back and forth, until enough blood had returned to his head for his brain to work. Consciousness swam back very slowly. The room they were in was a mess, the sheets twisted and stained, the air stale and clammy with sex, discarded clothes scattered everywhere. In the heat of the moment that carried a kind of raunchy allure, but once passions had cooled, it was a little unappealing.

So he decided to move. They had a whole house to explore, after all, and they really didn't need a bed: a professional like him could turn just about any piece of furniture into an impromptu sex prop in sixty seconds. He sat up, bringing Ariana up in his arms in an almost tender embrace, and looped a hand under her thighs, draping her arm around his shoulders. She was light as a feather and he could lift her easily, carrying her in a way that was quite intimate, like a new groom with his blushing bride, or even a father with his daughter.

Across from the room they were in was the kitchen, spacious and open plan. Carrying her to the work surface, he set her down gently on the cool marble, legs dangling over the edge. Checking that she was alert enough to hold herself upright, he gave another of those ingratiating little pats on the head, and then stepped away. He was comfortable in his nakedness, but he wondered what Ariana was going to change into next: he hadn't brought much for her to wear, and everything she dressed in had the knack of quickly becoming ruined. He couldn't how she'd explain the stains to whoever did her laundry for her. Or perhaps that was the sort of thing entitled pop divas didn't have to explain.

The kitchen had a tall fridge unit, in which he found drinks. Pulling himself out a beer, he turned to her. “You want? Or – maybe milk for kitty, huh?”

He picked her up. The hands picked her up. It took a while for Ariana's befuddled mind to process that, to process their moving. Why not? They'd pretty well ruined this bed, and the house had a lot more. Oh God, he probably could and would fuck her on nearly every surface. Ariana moaned at the thought, at least glad that she'd rented this house out instead of having him come to one of his own.

The kitchen: somehow they'd ended up there. By the time the cool marble kissed her hot skin, Ariana could feel her mind had returned, returned at least enough for her to hold herself upright. She watched him, her mind still a little hazy. He was still naked, and it... suited him. Ariana felt odd, wearing the stained negligee, remembering that he'd brought it, found her size and gotten it ready. God, even this was stained. Ariana hadn't thought there would be this much... this much mess. She'd counted on this being so quick that she certainly hadn't thought to bring more, though she had... people she could call who would bring things over. All she had left was a travel outfit, what she'd planned to wear as she'd left here, something woefully simple and certainly not overtly sexy. Hell, she was pretty sure that the panties were her most comfortable pair of boy shorts.

The voice drew her attention and she stared, not believing again. He'd fucked her. Taken all her virginities. Probably permanently altered her ass, or at least widened her viewpoint there. She could still feel bits of cum sloshing about. Now he offered her a drink?

She giggled, shaking her head. "No, but, um, water, maybe? I've, uh, there's been a lot of, um, fluid," she flushed, then realization seemed to sink in. "Oh God, you came in me... twice," she looked down as if she could see it. At least she was on a regular pill, had been for a while, and even if she wasn't, she was pretty sure she was off her cycle... great, just the kind of sexy thoughts she should be thinking, but now that they were in a kitchen and talking drinks her mind was starting to come back and...

Manuel shrugged. The thought of getting her drunk was interesting, but it wasn't like he was going to need alcohol to lure her into whatever depravity he concocted next. Retrieving one for himself, he popped the cap and took a sip, and then found a glass for her water. The fridge had an ice machine, so he added a few cubes to the glass before filling it. As he returned, he was amused to find her fretting her him having cum in her: typical of the dumb little whore to be ditzing about over that, rather than the many, many more times he was yet to cum in her. He came right up close to her, looming over with an arm either side, one setting down his beer, one her water, smirking at her.

“You don't let your boyfriend cum in you?” he asked with a grin. “Oh – sorry, I forget. You haven't done that with him yet. You only give it up for the really big cock, huh? But for little shrimpy-dick, no, for him I think you are acting all cold and frigid. Stuck-up little cocktease, this is you, no? Cold like ice.”

The word was chosen deliberately: he fished an ice cube from her glass of water and trailed it across her lower lip. The warmth of her skin was apparent as he ran it down her cheek, her chin, her neck: it melted instantly, leaving a trail of water cooling on the tan brown flesh, as the remaining chunk of the ice cube trailed slowly down the front of the thin teddy until it hit the unmistakeable bulge of a nipple. There, he slowly circled the ice cube, knowing the cold would travel easily through such thin material. He wore a grin as he teased her.

He loomed, his arm going around her. It felt so heavy, weighing down her lithe little body. She reached for the water, feeling very much like a little girl begging her father for a drink. Though the words that came were most certainly not what Ariana's father would have said. She flushed at them, her tanned cheeks coloring prettily.

"I'm not a tease," she protested, nearly pouting. She was tempted to continue, but instead found ice along her lip. She shivered at the coolness, her body making quick work of it. The chilled water ran down her tanned flesh, sliding across the smooth skin. Then the chunk went further, trailing all down her front. As soon as it touched a nipple Ariana gasped. She felt the nub go tight, painfully so. Without even thinking, she thrust her chest out, moving it toward him. She bit her lip to suppress a light moan as he trailed it along the nipple, teasing it, using the water to paste the thin fabric along the nipple, tenting it beautifully.

"Can I please have a drink now?" she asked, looking up at his eyes, her own pleading. "I really am thirsty," was she flirting? It felt flirty. Then again, he was dragging ice around her nipple, the cold flaring her hot. She still felt dizzy, lightheaded, still somewhat ready to just collapse but, well, she was a performer, she did have some stamina. So while her lower half ached, she could at least try.

And she really did want the water: getting dehydrated struck her as woefully unsexy.

He scoffed lightly. “Oh please, you are such a tease.” His lyrical French accent stretched out the word into a throaty purr. “All your videos, all your sexy dancing, your outfits: you know you are a little cocktease, Ariana. Today, you want to make a sexy video for your boyfriend, but you don't have sex with him! You don't even want to do sex in the video until you see my big cock. That is being a tease, kitty, such a tease.”

Continuing to circle her nipple with the ice until it was protruding like a little glass nub against the taut top, he picked up the glass of water. She was getting a little full of herself: so pliant before, but now she was talking back, telling him what to do, what not to call her. It really was an opportunity to instil a little discipline in the wilful brat: thus, instead of handing her the water, he instead leaned in close to her.

“Tease,” he hissed, as he upended the glass over the front of her top.

A cascade of freezing water hit her following by a torrent of ice cubes, gluing the thin fabric to her skin to soak through against her breasts and stomach, and pool around her on the marble surface. He lowered his mouth to her breast, capturing it in a hungry gulp, sucking the icy water into his mouth and feeling the skin, cold and clammy beneath, against his teeth, lips tongue. He sucked hard on the nipple, while his hand gripped her wrist tight to make sure the shock didn't have her falling off the sideboard.

Reaching out, he grabbed the beer bottle and raised it to her lips. It was a demand, not an invitation: he couldn't wait to see how spaced out the dumb little slut became with a beer-buzz on. But he hoped the icy bath had also served as a reminder of their situations before she got too ahead of herself. She was not in any sort of position to be telling him she was not a tease – just look at the way she was dressed, clingy top soaked through to transparency, nipples just dying to be sucked on. He tilted the bottle for her.

It was just too easy.

"That's all just part of being a performer, really," insisted Ariana, shaking her head. She still felt foggy, and the ice cube doing circuits around her increasingly erect nipple did not help matters. That little nub almost appeared like a berg in and of itself, jutting out obscenely on the top. It seemed to defy her very words, as if standing up to say that she was, in fact, one of the worst teases to ever exist.

Her fogged brain really just wanted a glass of water and, while Ariana might not be quite as bratty as some successful starlets, she still had grown used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it. Yes, he'd taken her for sex but, well, she'd been willing and, well, he sort of commanded there. Technically Ariana still paid him, making him her employee, despite everything else that had happened. The pretty girl opened her pretty lips to say as much...

...and instead let out a squeal as water dumped all down her front. The sudden cold sent a shock down her front, and Ariana squirmed. If he had not been holding her, she certainly would've scuttled away, possibly even slid off, as now water dripped onto the floor. The ice cubes mostly collided, but a handful fell into the negligee, sliding down only to be trapped. As they melted, which began almost immediately, they started sliding down further, making her dance as they went. Several landed in her lap, caught by the upraised bottom. Of course Ariana moved to react, but a mouth descended. The sudden heat on the chilled flesh made her gasp, her eyes going wide, another moan leaving her. Soon her nipple found itself engulfed by the same mouth that worked orgasms out of every other sexual part of Ariana. Lips sucked, a tongue lashed, and teeth graced the flesh.

A hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Ariana whimpered, wanting to get away, to get the cold off her. Instead, she found a bottle pressed to her lips. Reflex, the same reflex that had her sucking cock when pressed against those lips, took over, and Ariana sucked the bottle. she tasted the beer as it slid into her mouth, and she swallowed as best she could. A few coughs and shivers meant some booze leaked around her mouth, and she squirmed fiercely, trying to get away from it all. She wasn't even sure why he'd done this, what the point of it all was, beyond seeming to want her to drink. She'd drunk before, yeah, wine and champagne and some girlie drinks, but she had. A beer wouldn't get her more then buzzed, even with her tiny bottle. Not that she had a choice: she swallowed and drank as best she could.

The collection of ice-cubes in the inverted pocket formed by the way her negligee folded in her lap was like a convenient little ice bucket for Manuel. He set down the beer once he'd made sure she'd drunk her fill – unlikely to get her drunk, but he simply wanted to remind her of who was in control – and plucked out another ice cube, applying it to her other nipple as he continued to suckle on the first, ringing it roughly with his flattened tongue, and very gently grating his teeth over the tip as he dragged his mouth down. He felt like he could just inhale her breast, it was so perfectly formed.

He gave equal attention to the other, drawing the ice cube carefully around to bring the nipple out to full prominence, then pressing it lightly against the bud, enough for the cold chill to strike those sensitive nerves. When he thought enough cold had set in, he discarded what was left of the cube and transferred his mouth across, gobbling up the wet skin through the tissue-thin material covering it, so plastered on with ice water it was more like it had been painted on than was actual clothing.

The feeling of her sensitive breasts was so alive in his mouth he regretted not having more fully explored them before. But now they certainly didn't lack for attention, his mouth going from one to the other and back, tonguing and kissing, using his teeth with graded gentleness, or simply sucking with his whole mouth.