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

[darkest_fate]

"Is this the right amount of slutty?" Ariana Grande asked her reflection in the mirror. The pretty Latin teenager had already applied what she felt was the perfect amount of makeup to her already naturally beautiful face. A little foundation to smooth away the few minor imperfections in her tanned features, a little mascara to make her brown eyes pop all the more, dark eyeshadow to give that sultry appearance, some soft pink lipstick to make her lips look all the more plump and kissable. She'd thought about potentially making her lips shimmer, maybe use an almost glittery lipstick. However, she didn't think that would appear quite "adult" enough. She'd also set aside her body glitter, though she couldn't quite stop herself from using a little lubricant over her tanned flesh. Ariana had read, after all, that you wanted to at least add a little to make everything pop on camera, plus, if the guy wanted to play with anything, you wanted a little extra.

sadly, Ariana had to draw upon her readings as opposed to any experience. Despite having a smoking hot body and a rising status as a sex symbol, not to mention having hit the big one-eight, Ariana had yet to have her cherry popped. She'd done her share of making out, even wrapped those plump lips of hers around a guy's dick and sucked till the stuff came out. Naturally, she hadn't swallowed it or anything, and instead had hacked and coughed till she could clean it off with a tissue. That definitely hadn't impressed her boyfriend, and Ariana felt like she had to make it up to him.

Hence why she'd hit the websites. First she wanted to see if the rumors she'd heard were true: could you really hire a porn star to come and do a private shoot. Once she had that confirmed, Ariana had to then sneak onto her boyfriend's laptop. She didn't want to watch any of the porn, but the same name kept coming up: Manuel Ferrara. A quick picture had Ariana's eyes going wide and the word "wow" popping out of her mouth. Definitely well hung, and pretty darn cute. Since he seemed like her boyfriend's favorite, Ariana figured she'd arrange it. Of course, she had people do it: she couldn't exactly contact a porn star directly, discretion and all that.

Which was why she was standing more or less alone in an empty house, an agreed upon location. She adjusted her reddish brown hair, twirling it in her normal pony. She figured that having a handle might work for the whole oral thing: her last boyfriend had certainly enjoyed it. Plus, it was sort of her thing. As was the clinging black dress that hugged her lithe little body all too well. She figured she should at least dress sexy to start, though there had been word that there might be "wardrobe changes," whatever that meant. Ariana had gone out and bought a naughty little black thong, though it took some adjusting to feel it between the pert cheeks of her tight, teenage ass. Long tanned legs flowed form under, ending in a pair of strappy heels. Ariana thought she looked slutty, but how slutty were you supposed to look for a porno?

"It's just oral," she told her reflection. "No big deal. Just a little surprise to get him in the mood and then bang bang bang," she sang the last few, giggling nervously and shaking her head, remembering the vid. The doorbell rang and Ariana shook herself out, blowing her lips. Another ring, and she yelled out a "coming" before hurrying as quick as the heels would allow. She wouldn't be surprised to have him practically coming in by the time she arrived at the door, knowing that he'd be seeing his client for the first time.

"Hey," was all she could managed, along with a hand, "I'm Ariana."

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

It was the stuff of dreams: getting paid a ridiculous amount of money for a couple of hours' work, and that work being shooting a private blowjob video with the hottest little starlet dominating the radio stations and video channels of the moment, Ariana Grande. There had to be easily ten million men in California, a hundred million in America, a billion across the world, who would have chewed their right foot off to be presented with that opportunity. And so it was strange that the one man to whom the chance actually fell had actually required some convincing before allowing himself to be talked into it.

It wasn't like Manuel Ferrara wanted for opportunities to have beautiful 18 year olds pleasure him on video: it was quite literally his day job. Nor did he need the money, having acquired the status of one of the most sought after male actors in the highly selective adult entertainment industry. And in general, he hated this kind of offer. Every so often some celebrity or rich housewife would discreetly contact his agency and try to set something like it up, a private little shoot to spice up their life. They were usually more trouble than they were worth: entitled divas who were prissy and demanding, not like the pliant, easily bought girls he worked with.

So when Ariana's agent had contacted his and offered a substantial sum, he'd hardballed, driving up the asking price with a lazy indifference to whether he ended up overbidding his hand. But the dollars kept rolling in, and eventually the sum was such that he couldn't afford not to take it: clearly, they weren't going to take no for an answer. He'd accepted, laughed his head off when the contract clearly stipulated there was to be no sex, passed off the details to his assistant, and more or less put the whole thing out of his mind for a week or so until the day arrived.

The house he pulled up at was fairly nondescript, a pleasant but bland little suburban shell in the sort of unassuming, sleepy neighbourhood that would have no conception of what kind of depravity was taking place behind the white shuttered windows. He rang the bell and waited – and waited. These celebrities always liked to keep the little people waiting, he sighed. He rang again, and re-checked his bag.

He looked like a door to door salesman toting a bag of merchandise: a clean, smart suit, a crisp white shirt open at the neck, polished black shoes; a confident, worldly bearing, the vaguest smile, long stubble, casually wavy hair. But the contents of the bag – a weighty black carrycase – were not anything any salesman would be seen with. The most important items were the camera, microphone, and tape, but he'd brought along enough accessories to start a small porn studio. Some of the more exotic items came to the forefront of his mind as he still waited on the door: they would be useful in punishing and correcting such tardiness.

Yet when the door was opened, he was instantly glad he had answered the call, taken the job, waited so long: all of it suddenly seemed worthwhile, even without the money. Standing before him was not just some pretty girl, some 18 year old with make-up slapped on, some piece of ass, but an absolute vision, a stunning, beautiful young woman, a divine petite figure encased in a hugging black dress, and a face that already spoke of so many qualities, such fragile innocence, but the hint of something so raw and powerful and sensual that he could not wait to awake it. His grin widened and he took her hand, instead of shaking it raising it to kiss. He had probably a foot of height on the girl so he stooped slightly to do so, yet his dark eyes never left hers, twinkling with delight.

“Miss Grande,” he said, his thick French accent immediately apparent. “It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I'm so glad we were able to arrange this meeting. May I come inside?”

Yet he didn't wait for an answer, instead sweeping through the door. Straight away, he was keen to assert himself: he didn't like anyone else calling the shots. Half of it was professional pride – he was technically the director here, as well as the star – and half of it was the delight he took in unsettling the sort of precocious diva who might think her money bought authority over him. His hand still lightly clasped hers, so he set down his bag to allow his other hand to move to her waist, spinning her lightly on the spot as he raised her arm aloft, such that he could admire the view from all the way around.

“You look quite lovely,” he complimented her. He wanted to keep the mood light and friendly – too intense too fast and she would likely chicken out – but his playful smile hid a wicked moment of amusement as he remembered the “no sex” clause of the contract. Yeah, right.

 

[darkest_fate]

The light kiss to her fingertips drew a little giggle from Ariana. Not that she wouldn't have almost immediately started giggling out of sheer nerves. She'd sang in front of thousands, millions before, had performed on shows for years, but this whole experience was just so new. There he stood, looking very tall and adult and masculine, and suddenly Ariana wondered what made her think she could go through with this. Surely he'd immediately know that she was a virgin, smell it out, and probably lose interest with her sloppy blowjob technique or something.

No, no, she was Ariana Grande, platinum selling artist and one of America's several sweethearts. Plus, she'd put down the money here, so clearly she was...

she was most definitely overwhelmed. For he'd almost immediately entered and started spinning her around. Fortunately for Ariana, she'd been dancing since about the time she could walk, so moving easily to another partner's actions came almost in second nature. Her body fluidly spun, and soon she was smiling up at him. "Thank you so much," she said, feeling a slight flush at his praise. "I was so concerned. I mean, what do you wear to this sort of thing?" she let out another nervous laugh, looking him over. "If I'd known that sexy suits were perfectly acceptable, I definitely would've gone with that. Now, yes, we should probably get in and set things up."

Ariana turned to gesture toward the room, clearly ready to start suggesting lighting and whatnot. She did figure that a simple blowjob couldn't require that much. Which made her wonder about the bag, but she didn't want to go overboard in that regard. However, as she turned, Ariana still found her hand being held. So she remained standing, looking up at Manuel, her smile looking slightly confused, as if asking why they weren't starting.

The sooner they got this over with, the better. Especially as Ariana was already picturing how very embarrassed she would be gagging up this suave man's semen in just a few short minutes.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel laughed softly. “Such a hurry? It's the problem with Americans. They never take the time to do anything properly, always in a rush to the next thing. Some things should be savoured, like a fine wine – or a beautiful girl. A very beautiful girl.”

He finally released her hand, yet his hand pulled her body towards him slightly, its pressure on her hip light, but enough for a man of his size to easily control her petite frame. His free hand trailed up her body, scoring a light touch on her cheek as he tucked a stray strand of that long, rich brown hair back behind her ear. She was wearing a pair of black cat ears on her headband, a cute touch that reminded him of the age gap between them – at 38, he was more than twice her age – yet which in no way dulled his desire for her. He gave the ears a playful nudge, then slid his finger back down her cheek, around her shapely, beautifully proportioned jawline, ending up just under her chin, tilting her head back slightly so he could look down deep into her big, dark eyes as he leaned in close to her. His masculine frame engulfed her and his handsome, if slightly rugged features honed close into view.

His lips wore a knowing, confident smile as they hovered by her cheek, and his voice was no longer warm and friendly, but dusky and thick, very low, yet losing nothing in power. “Your – ears? They are very sexy, Ariana. I want you to wear them when we are in the bedroom.”

He wanted to melt her right down, turn her into a dripping puddle of goo that he could then shape to his heart's desire, and his desire in this case was to bang the living shit out of the teeny starlet until those pretty eyes rolled back in her head. Smirking softly at her, he released her, and nodded towards the door. His voice returned to normal, his disposition brightened, as though those almost threatening instructions hadn't just passed between them – yet as he led her towards the door, his hand immediately settled on the swell of her shapely ass, a confident, easy grope through the thin fabric of her tight black dress that spoke of the command he already felt for her body.

“I will set up the camera. Why don't you sit on the bed, and tell me a little about yourself?” he said. “It should not take very long to set up, but I want to get it just right. We want to make this perfect, do we not?”

 

[darkest_fate]

The giggling came again, unbidden and almost unwanted, as Manuel moved about her. The comments made Ariana's temperature rise, and she couldn't help but feel like she was being courted, seduced almost. Part of her wanted to point out that this was wholly unnecessary: she'd be sucking him off even if he'd been brash and bold. In fact, she actually had been figuring that, hoping for it. Instead, she had a man showering her with compliments that her boyfriend would've struggled to manage.

Then the hand. Oh God, how she trembled as he ran his hand ever so seductively up her body. Ariana's lips parted with a slight click, her eyes watching him and wondering if he'd wandered in off the set of 50 Shades of Grey. His inflammatory touch felt so very, very wanton and wrong, yet never had he graced a single spot that her mother would disapprove of. Ariana felt his hands tuck a stray bit of hair, then his hands touched the hairband. Her eyes went wide for a moment: the band, she'd nearly forgotten she'd had it, just stuck it in to sort of hold her hair in place. Now he played with it, before dragging that same touch along her jaw, lighting fires.

"What? Oh, right, the ears," said Ariana, raising a hand. "I, well, I'd actually just sort of put them on, but if you like them then, uh, yeah, I can definitely wear them and... and stuff," she looked away, feeling very much like, well, like a virginal eighteen year old in the hands of a much more experienced man. She smoothed her hand down her dress, as if hoping to somehow cover her shame. Suddenly Ariana wished that she'd dressed perhaps a little more demurely, or at least more adult, less like party-girl teenager out for a giggle-fest with the girls.

Oh God, now his hand was on her ass. Ariana stiffened, then had to force herself to relax. Of course he'd touch her ass. Why wouldn't he? They'd be getting a lot more intimate then ass touching. Yet those fingers against her cheeks, with only the tight fabric of her dress between them. God, was she already getting wet? No, no, it was just hot in here. that was all.

"Um, okay," she said, moving to sit on the bed. She adjusted herself as best she could, tugging at the dress before reaching up to adjust the ears. "I, uh, starting acting pretty young, got lucky with some gigs. I ended up on one of those stupid television shows for kids. You know... okay, you probably don't, but, uh, it worked, sort of. Then the singing and all, which I definitely love a lot more, though I wouldn't mind doing some musical theatre or something," Ariana fidgeted again, looking away and then looking to Manuel. "Uh, am I supposed to talk about, like, sexy stuff or something? I've just never done this before, the shooting, I mean," she let out a little laugh, "I've obviously, like, dressed sexy for a boy and all. I just want to make sure I get this right. Really."

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel set down his bag on a desk opposite the bed, opening it such that it was angled away from Ariana. He removed his jacket, and then set to work quickly setting up the camera: modern technology meant they would be capturing a high quality digital video without the need for anything very fancy. Her nervous prattle from the bed served as an entertaining background, and then came the realization that she was a virgin. His dark eyes flitted over her quickly: more than ever now, he was determined to have her. The opportunity was so exquisitely perfect: she was little more than a fish in a barrel at this stage. Licking his lips with anticipation, he nodded encouragingly.

“Do not worry. We will take things at your own pace. Like I say, it's best not to rush these things. Everything should be savoured.” Completing his check on the camera, he moved it into position, and then crossed to the bed.

“The camera is all set up,” he explained, casually unbuttoning his sleeves to roll them up just below his elbows, but undressing no further. “When you are ready, we can begin. Perhaps you would like to say a little message, to explain why we are here, what we are going to do. Just tell me when you are ready to begin, and I will start the recording with this,” setting a small black remote down on the covers.

Yet he showed little sign of waiting for her to be ready. Taking a seat on the side of the bed, he reached across and took a hold of her: his large hands practically encircled her slender waist. Pulling her towards him, he swung his legs up. Pulling her into his grip, one hand slid round and cradled her stomach, simply enjoying running over every inch of her body. He craned his mouth down against the bare skin of her neck, planting a soft kiss.

He did not plan on keeping things so soft for long.

 

[darkest_fate]

Right, their own pace. That sounded easy enough, doable, even. Ariana nodded, forcing herself to take another deep breath. Less prattle, more professionalism. It wasn't as if she hadn't been on camera before, even in various states of undress. She was an actress: she could do this.

The camera was all set up. Ariana nodded, looking at Manuel as he spoke. Then she put a smile on her face and tossed her pony a bit before focusing on the camera. "Hi," she said, practically purring the word, "you know who I am, and I'm going to be giving this fine man here a blowjob that will rock his world," she said, looking over at Manuel as she finished, giving him a slight wink.

Barely had Ariana finished when hands encircled her waist. Again she was struck at the difference in their sizes: how much taller he was, bigger. Her mind instantly went to those pictures, the ones that showed Manuel in all his glory. Maybe it had been a trick of the camera? They said it added ten pounds well, maybe it added a few inches as well? Not as though Ariana had seen that many guys on camera or anything like that. She certainly felt something large pressing against her now, as Manuel cradled her almost gently.

A kiss fell upon her neck and Ariana nearly trembled. Her knees wobbled for a moment and she had to fight back another giggle, just barely managing to stifle it. Should she say something? This was supposed to be just a blowjob vid, her going right to business and all. But that little kiss felt good, and so did his hands, which had started tracing all over Ariana. She felt his touch upon her bared back and had to fight back letting out a little gasp. Did all porn stars touch like that? Like they intended to ignite every little nerve in your body? Ariana found herself being thankful that at least the dress she'd selected covered her nipples, because otherwise those little tanned nubs would be giving the man a full salute, and that would be embarrassing.

Ariana realized that she should be doing something back. First she flashed a smile at the camera before running her own hands along Manuel's body. God, he felt good, every well toned inch of him. Her hands moved to tug a little at his shirt, while she gave him a playful smile. "Don't you think you're a little overdressed for today's performance?" she asked teasingly, purposefully making her voice sound a little higher. Her hands ran along his waistband, those long-nailed fingers seeking out a button to undo. She could do this: she was Ariana Grande, take charge diva. She could totally handle just a little shoot.

Just one little blowjob video: that wouldn't be difficult, now would it?

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel didn't actually reciprocate: he was more than happy to leave her clothed for the moment. Making her perform in her dress somehow made the whole thing more debauched. Not that he wouldn't get her naked at some point, of course: he would do whatever he wanted with her. It's just that at the moment he wanted her dressed. For her, though, he was happy to disrobe himself, so he pushed his hips forward, allowing a little give in his waist, causing his pants to open. Underneath, he wore dark boxer-briefs, and even though he was not yet close to fully erect, a formidable bulge obviously lurked beneath. His almost incomprehensible size was a major selling point in the industry: but it was skill with women that truly earned him the plaudits. Both qualities would be put to good use here.

Her pitiable attempts at sounding assured and sexually confident brought a patronising smile, but he encouraged her, both with a nod of his head, and a stroke of his hand, rubbing the bare, tanned, taut skin of her back. He pushed his hips up off the bed, so his pants could slide down over his thighs, and kicked his legs to send them to the floor. His hands guided her up to face him, on her knees, moving her light body so easily it was like he was positioning a doll. Grabbing a firm hold of her ass, hands sliding under the black material of her dress to feel the ripe skin beneath, he casually groped her in full view of the camera, leering contentedly at this vision literally melting in the palm of his hand.

“Such a sexy girl,” he complimented her in a deep, low, drawl. “But sexy does not just mean saying – it also means doing, showing. I want you to show me how sexy you can be, Ariana, show the camera.” A movement of his hips pressed the bulge of his briefs against his hand. “Do you think you are ready to show me?”

 

[darkest_fate]

This easily had to be the hottest thing that Ariana had ever done, and they hadn't even gotten anything off yet. Just that one hip thrust had her entranced, staring for a few seconds. Gone was all that forced attempt at being assertive, and instead she nearly found herself being the trembling little schoolgirl. Somehow she'd ended up between his legs, her knees already on the floor, her dress already tugging. He'd nodded, he'd touched, and then that hip thrust, gah, somehow Ariana almost felt like he'd thrust against her even though all they were doing was getting those pants off.

Then she beheld it, albeit shrouded in boxers. Poor innocent Ariana could only gape, not believing the bulge that threatened to rip those boxers asunder. The camera did not add inches, if anything, it had made it seem smaller. The massive thing had to be at least as big around as her wrist, and immediately Ariana began to wonder how she'd get it into her mouth. then she remembered that she could just totally take control here. Just some side licking, her tongue lolling, it would all be alright, sexy, even, a sort of "I'm so starved for your cock but it won't fit in my mouth" sort of thing. Definitely doable.

The camera recorded the groping, and Ariana nearly had to giggle again, especially as he began complimenting. "Oh, I'm going to show you," she promised, nodding her head, letting the pony sway. She reached her hands along his legs, dragging the long nails. "I'm going to show you just how sex-y I can be," she dragged out the word, adding a little tap to the bulge with her finger as she did. Ariana swore that the thing throbbed, and she almost panicked again. It wasn't fully engorged? Seriously? The thing had to be at least twice as big as her boyfriend now and it still had growing to do? Ariana swallowed, plastering that sexy smile on her face.

"Let me show you," she said, descending to kiss his stomach, "just how sexy," she kissed at the hem of his boxers, "I can be," and she tugged it down, giving another little kiss at the hem beneath. Smiling, she looked up, trying to translate her nerves into a coy little smile. A hand reached up, running along the cock through the boxers. Ariana had intended to just tease it, maybe add a little purr, but the moment her fingers touched it, her eyes went wide with more disbelief. The thing was just... too big. She swallowed, her eyes flitting down to it for a moment.

Was she in over her head? Well, yes, obviously, But she could handle it, right? Just a little blowjob vid. Just a cute little vid. He probably would last, like, two minutes like every other boy, then Ariana would get all cleaned up and thank him for his time. She just needed to get his boxers down...

...eventually.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel watched her with cold amusement. She was quite obviously taken aback by his size, and yet every nervous little touch, every flutter of her impossibly long lashes, every murmur of her lips as she tried to sound worldly, just aroused him more, pumping his cock ever larger. A vicious cycle. A vicious cycle swelling in his boxers, now swollen improbably with a distorting bulge. At his biggest, he suspected he would rival her skinny little forearm, but he was not even halfway there yet.

“It is a little bigger than your boyfriend's, no?” he smirked for the sake of the camera. “Perhaps bigger than any of your boyfriends'? Don't worry, I'm sure a beautiful girl like you can handle it.”

One had was still on her ass, pawing insistently at her, enjoying the brazenness of its positioning as much as the delectable texture of her flesh. The other had returned to her face, brushing a hair out of place, tracing a line across her cheek, thumb grazing the edge of her lips. She really did have beautiful, moist, pouty lips: they were just made to be wrapped around something thick. For now, he proffered only his thumb, sliding it forward determinedly, into her mouth, trying to force her to suck on it. He maintained eye contact with her, watching for her reaction to this unscheduled invasion. He thrust his hand forward and back, then popped it out with a wet smack.

He was growing uncomfortably large, his boxers starting to strain. Enough teasing: it was time for the show. “Ariana,” he said flatly in a firm voice that brooked no questions, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke, his thumb still wet from her mouth.

“Get down off the bed, and get on your knees.”

 

[darkest_fate]

"Oh yeah, way bigger," agreed Ariana, her head bobbing a little with the agreement. What else could she say? Especially as the throbbing stick of manhood seemed to grow with each passing second. Ariana should've done some more research, found out just how large Manuel actually happened to be. But no, she'd been so confident that she could handle this. He certainly sounded confident himself, as his hand continued to paw at Ariana's ass. She bet her dress had ridden up enough to display at least one tanned cheek. Not that it mattered, considering what they were here for. There was just something.... something wanton about it.

Then the hand. Ariana's eyes swiveled to follow the hand as it traced across her. They flitted as it moved a hair aside. They followed its track to her lips. She found her mouth opening quite willingly, the plump lips enclosing reflexively about the thumb. Ariana looked Manuel in the eyes, her own seeming go ask if she was being a good girl, even as her lips closed tight. She found her cheeks sucking a bit as she agreed, willing enough to do this. It was practice, right? Sexy. She could suckle his thumb, even give it a few quick little flicks with her tongue.

Then out, the large digit shimmering with Ariana's spit. She found herself staring, already picturing a much larger digit glistening with the same spit. Soon she found herself blinking looking up at him. "Of course, wouldn't want to waste any more time," she said, forcing more lightness. She bounded back, leaving the bed, practically falling off. A hand reached to readjust hair, headband, even seeming to mop up a little excess spittle.

Then the girl got down on the carpeted floor, her knees folding. Ariana smoothed her dress then shot the camera another winsome smile, wanting to show just how very okay she was with how things were progressing. She even ran her tongue along her lips, wanting them to look nice and moist for the upcoming close shot. Not that her glistening pink lipstick wasn't doing a good enough job.

I should've used the glittery lipstick fluttered into Ariana's mind while her eyes fell upon his waist, knowing full well that mere seconds, a little tug, lay between her and the monster dwelling between Manuel's legs.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel rose from the bed, dressed now only in his severely deformed boxers. He did not immediately make for the girl kneeling down obediently in front of him, however: first, he had something to retrieve from his bag. His movements were now methodical, practiced, swift: no more lolling around letting things take their own pace. All that patter about the Americans rushing, the French taking their time: nationality was clearly irrelevant when the opportunity came in the form of a willing, kneeling, Ariana Grande and her succulent teenage mouth.

“You are here to give me a blowjob, Ariana,” he narrated for the camera in his characteristic accented lilt. “That means using your mouth, and not your hands, yes? So, you are going to put your hands behind your back. Right behind your back. That way I can know that I will not have to worry about you using your hands, instead of your mouth.”

Walking over to her, he came round behind her, bending to his knee to make sure she had followed his instructions – and, when he judged her not quick enough, he delivered a light, but sound, swat to her ass, pushed out so beautifully, tantalisingly, from under the risen hem of her black dress. “Quickly now, hands behind your back,” he snapped, though not unkindly.

Then out came the item from the bag: a long, thick, dark blue ribbon. He looped it around her slender wrists, and tied it, fairly loosely – it was for show, not genuine restraint – to keep her arms positioned. Checking the knot, he then deposited a light pat on her head, a kiss behind the ear, a little rub of her shoulder: small gestures of reassurance, that accompanied the inevitable words: “Good girl.”

He now moved back in front of her, wearing a smug grin – and nothing else, as he casually hooked his thumbs under the hem of his boxers and yanked them down. Out flopped a hugely thick, immensely long, and increasingly hard length of professionally awesome cock, right in the face of the kneeling, bound teen starlet.

 

[darkest_fate]

The narration seeped into Ariana, inflaming her yet again. She felt that heat building and nearly flushed, not simply out of desire, but out of a sense of shame. How dare she be turned on as he... as he talked about her putting her hands behind her back. Ariana blinked again, looking up at him as her foggy mind processed things. Yeah, sure, she was going to be giving him a blowjob but, well, she'd pretty well counted on having her hands along to help, especially seeing how very, very big he appeared to be. But, well, this would probably be hot, right?

Before Ariana could move though, a swat landed upon her ass. She jumped, letting out a little "oh," mostly of surprise. Her hands flew back then, practically snapping in place. She felt the dress pull and shift, baring just a bit more of her taut tanned flesh. The fabric tugged her youthful breasts back while the position pushed them up and out. Before Ariana could say or do anything else, or even really process her new position, a ribbon threaded around her wrists. Nothing tight or anything, but there, very much there. Ariana felt another little burst of arousal, though this one came with a hefty dose of worry. Surely they wouldn't be, like, getting too kinky, right? It did feel like it was mostly for show, even if he did tug the knot.

"Thank you," she chirped in response to the good girl, not to mention the little gesture. She moved, wanting to see him, only to realize that at some point, all the clothing had fallen away. Or, to be more accurate, all of his had fallen away. There she sat, her arms behind her, still wearing a tight dress and all her undergarments (though said dress had been pulled up to display at least half the undergarments), and there he sat, fully nude, and with very little help from her.

Then the boxers tugged, and Ariana let out a little squeak as her eyes fell upon it. "Wow," came out before she could stop it. She looked at the dick, mesmerized, her lips moving in sheer shock. It practically slapped her in the face, and he stood some distance away. And the thickness! Dear God, were soda cans that thick? It looked like it had to be about that size.

"I'm not sure that'll fit," she said, eyes flitting from dick to Manuel's face to the camera. Girls said that in porn all the time, right? Sure, there had mostly been soft gentle touching and some well lit lovemaking in the few that Ariana had watched for prep but, well, it sounded very much like something that would be said while shooting a porn. "You're just..." she stared at the head of the cock. "So big... yeah," she shook her head, "there's no way that would fit inside me," because she was just way too tiny for that. Fortunately, she just had to, like, kiss the head or something. She could manage that much, right?

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel smiled softly. It wasn't the first, or tenth, or hundredth time he had had that reaction, even if this one was extra adorable for being so genuine, and not a scripted line in a sleazy line. But his answer was always the same: “Don't worry, it will fit,” he said confidently, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft and jerking it lightly to get it harder. “I will make it fit.”

The words were so simple, yet they carried with so many layers of meaning: gentle promise? sinister threat? arrogant boast? What was not in dispute, though, was that his size was going to need some adjusting to for the precocious teenage cocksucker: he was willing to accept that much.

“It will be easier if it is nice and wet,” he instructed her. “Now, I have some lubricant that I can use – but I think it would be better if you used your mouth, don't you?” Once again, the words were layered: clearly though, it wasn't so much a question as an order. She was going to use her mouth.

 

[darkest_fate]

Don't worry, it will fit. That wasn't a reassurance, nor a suggestion nor even a tease. That was a confidently spoken prediction of the future. Even Ariana could feel it, even before he added the next few lines. Her eyes went wide, before her brain reminded her that she was, in point of fact, shooting a porn. Lines such as this made sense for a porno; that was how they spoke. He'd tease her, grip his weapon of a dick, and then she'd work his cock like a sex-starved nympho. All part of the act.

"Definitely," Ariana agreed, bobbing her head. The pony behind her swayed a bit with that motion, then kept going as she edged forward. Ariana looked up at Manuel, her eyes looking to his as her lips descended. Those pretty pink lips, so often parted in song for the entertainment of the masses, puckered. They wrinkled ever so delicately before Ariana leaned forward and placed a gentle little kiss on the slit just at the top of that throbbing dick. Just a gentle brush of her lips to start, as if she were greeting her boyfriend at the door.

Then Ariana moved down, continuing to kiss, not believing the feel of the hard cock between her lips. She swore she moved down inches each time, yet it took so many kisses to go from head to root of the dick. Then Ariana flicked her tongue out, nearly giggling at the strange sensation. He felt so hard, so thick, upon her tongue. She stuck it out and dragged it all the way back up, till her tongue flicked the head. She curled it up and over as she did, sweeping the little slit and playing with it for just a few moments before she let out another little giggle, her eyes drifting from Manuel to the massive cock.

So big: all that work and it had barely started to get wet. Ariana moved to lick again, moving her head all about it, bobbing like she were licking a quickly melting popsicle. The cute little pony bobbed behind her with her movements, her head rising and falling as she dragged her tongue all around it. After a circuit completely around, she ended up coughing a little. The heady smell of his thick manhood had filled her and she found herself losing sense for just a few minutes there. She licked her lips for a moment, her brain again kicking in.

Just a blowjob, though, admittedly, she wasn't doing so much blowing as licking and kissing right now. But that's how it started, right? she gave it another little lick, looking up at him and smiling, knowing that the thick thing pressed against her beautiful face, practically framing a perfect porno shot. See? Her eyes said. I can do what's needed for a porn, and look damn good doing it.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel was mostly silent for the moment as she worked her eager little mouth around his cock, saving his commentary but for the occasional “unf” of approval. She wasn't exactly skilled compared to a seasoned porn star, and there was a certain glassy-eyed quality to her smile that told him she was starting to get cock-drunk off his size, but the worst day you spent getting your dick licked like a lollipop by a gorgeous teen starlet – that day still pretty much beat the crap of the best day you didn't. And this day was just getting started. Oh, sure, the contract had said something about the filming lasting only a certain amount of time. By the time he was done with her, very little in that contract was going to matter – except for the part about him getting paid.

His shaft, now at near complete hardness and size, and thus imposingly long as it swayed in her face, and unbelievably thick, was shining under the lights; she'd done a decent job of getting it nice and wet. But the attentions of her tongue only made him thirst more for the inviting wetness of her mouth. His hand moved to the back of her head, taking light hold by her ponytail, his hips adjusting his position until he was pressing his engorged mushroom tip to her lips.

“So, I think you are ready now, are you not, my sexy little girl?” he drawled, his voice thick, smug, and just as full of control as his hand: his words would manipulate as much, more, as that handhold he had on her ponytail. “Ok, here is what is going to happen.”

His other hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, and he used it to lightly slap her lips with the head of his cock. “You are going to smile for the camera, and say what your name is.” Another light slap. “You are going to say how old you are.” A third slap. “And you are going to say what you are going to be sucking on.” The fourth slap was a little harder.

“And then you are going to suck it, sexy girl.”

 

[darkest_fate]

So damn thick and long and hard and right there, its mere presence threatening to overwhelm poor Ariana. She stared at it, feeling pretty pleased with herself. Surely it would be about ready to explode by now. Most of her boyfriends couldn't handle what she'd already done. They'd practically be begging for her to take it in her mouth. Then she could swallow the head, suck for a bit, wiggle her tongue around, and then would come the cum and her spitting it right back up again.

Manuel seemed eager to get to the head sucking. Ariana felt the thick head press against her lips. Figuring that she should, Ariana opened her lips just a little, letting them part, her breath coming out in little pants upon the dick. Her eyes went up to look to him as he spoke. The praise, the comment about her being sexy, nearly made Ariana let out another little squeal. However, just as he said that, she felt his hand going to her pony. It wrapped about the air, moving it, and it was then that Ariana noticed a very subtle shift in his tone.

What was going to happen. Then a cock pressed against Ariana's pretty face, practically slapped against her lips. She pressed them, figuring she was suppose to kiss. As she did, Ariana heard orders, and there was no mistaking them for anything else. Say name, smile, look to the camera, each time dotted with another pat of cock upon lip. Ariana looked, taking it in. It made sense for him to take control, right? Though she'd thought maybe she'd have a bit more. Her hands tugged for a moment, but, well, they couldn't really help. He'd said just her mouth anyway. Then the words, then the comment again.

So Ariana turned slightly, looking toward the camera. Those pretty lips turned into a smile. "Hi, my name is Ariana, I'm eighteen years old, and I am going to be sucking on this big cock," she then moved to finish with a quick peck, fighting the urge to giggle. She could play along, could do a little teasing.

The lips parted as Ariana's mouth descended. The girl's pink lips parted obscenely wide, stretching over the bulbous head. She could already feel her jaw starting to stretch as her head slid forward. An inch entered her, and Ariana couldn't believe how full her mouth felt. She could feel her teeth dragging along his skin, and she knew that wouldn't work, so she struggled to open her jaw wider. Her head moved forward as she did, sinking another inch of cock into her. She swore it already filled her entire mouth, stretching her jaw and pushing against her cheeks. Still, her tongue rose up. It flitted about, just teasing the impressive underside of the cock, wanting to welcome it into the mouth.

Ariana had to look down then, sure that she didn't have much further to go. Sure enough: just another inch or so of head remained. Swallowing hard, Ariana forced her head forward, her eyes almost pinching shut. Both inches passed at once, forced into her. Ariana fought back a gag, a little spit starting to leak, and she had to pull back, panting. A little line of spit connected her lips to the now glistening head of the cock.

"It's just so big,' she said, licking her lips and looking up. She felt her lips parting, a few panting breaths no doubt puffing against it. She forced her lips back onto it, swirling about on the head, moving her head in a tight circle, figuring that she could just continue to give it attention. Surely he wouldn't have much longer, not now.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel swelled with pride. Perhaps it was the sort of thing other men might tire of hearing, the incessant praise, admiration, awe, at nothing more than his sheer size, but for him, it was an endless hymn, one whose stirring chorus he would never fail to delight in. To hear it sung from the deliciously pouty lips of Miss Grande was all the more intoxicating.

A thick layer of saliva now coated the tip of his cock thanks to her exertions, though she was still nowhere close to accommodating his full length. He got the impression she planned to stick to trying to suck just the tip. At some point, he would have to inform the ditzy little slut that he planned to get balls deep in her throat. But for the moment, he was happy to play along, so he gave her an approving smile, and his hand on her ponytail a light tug, just enough to signal his encouragement.

All the same, it was time for another order. “Eyes on me,” he commanded sternly, looking down at her big, dark eyes, eyes just made to stare up happily from a place on the floor. “Keep those eyes on me at all times, yes?”

He thrust his hips lightly forward, and at the same time his grip on her ponytail tightened. He knew that exerting pressure on her mouth like this would mean, with her inexperience, that her eyes would soon flutter, no matter how hard she tried, and when they did so, he delivered a shockingly hard corrective slap to her cheek with his free hand, sharp enough to leave a red mark.

“I said eyes on me, princess!” he practically barked, his French accent turning the petname into a long, sibilant rustle. Yet at the same time he kept up the pressure, trying to force more and more of his length into her mouth, trying to make her swallow the entire tip, and more, trying to break the concentration of her eyes so he could punish her again.

This next stage was about humiliation. Convincing her to willingly offer up her precious cherry was going to take a lot of praise, and arousal, but it was also going to take some coercion, creating a storm of confusion and upset in her hormonal body that he could then fully exploit.

His voice was an angry snarl as he yanked his cock from her mouth, spraying flecks of spittle across her face. “I told you,” he growled through gritted teeth, now punctuated each word with a surprisingly rough slap of the flat of the underside of his cock down onto her mouth. “To keep, those big, gorgeous, cocksucking eyes on me, didn't I, you little brat? Didn't I?”

He didn't give her a chance to answer, instead yanking on her ponytail so he could thrust back inside her mouth, utterly unrelenting. “Huh? Didn't I?” He raised his hand as though to strike her cheek again – but now he allowed his glower to soften, his face to return to its normal casual, friendly smirk, and he eased up the pressure a bit. He was on her side in the end: he was giving her a chance, finally, to follow his orders. By the time she did, she might not have noticed just how much incredibly thick pipe was lodged deep in her sloppy teen mouth.

 

[darkest_fate]

The order caught Ariana by surprise. Her shocked eyes went up, the confusion showing so easily in those big dark orbs. Keep her eyes on him at all times? That seemed almost too easy to do, and she couldn't help but wonder where he was going with this. Was it some kind of porn thing? Like, don't look at the cock but just look at the person? Before she could ask, Ariana felt the hips move. She felt the hips move forward and a tension in the back of her head. The cock slid within her mouth and barely got to the extent she'd willingly sunk when Ariana started to gag. She let out a little snorting cry, her eyelids fluttering for just a moment at the sheer pressure of it all.

Then smack! And Ariana let out a little squeal. No one had hit her before, not her parents, not a boyfriend, not anyone. The sheer shock of it made Ariana want to cry, to panic, to do several different things all at once. Instead she found herself trembling and moaning around a thick cock that seemed to be jutting at the back end of her mouth. She whined as she tried to both open her mouth wider and keep her eyes locked on him at the same time. Panic started to show in those pretty dark eyes, panic that grew with each passing moment. Ariana swallowed, kept swallowing, but still she could feel the cock stretching. She felt herself gag even before she let out another little cough. Spitting flew from around her mouth, leaking about. A bit seemed determined to leave her nose, though Ariana thankfully stopped that. She couldn't stop her eyes from watering, moisture already forming.

This was not how it was supposed to go, not at all. Ariana's eyes started to water and she felt them closing against her will or against anything that had been said. Then a snarl, the cock leaving her. Ariana gasped as she felt spit land all over her pretty face, hitting about her eye and just seeming to get practically everywhere at once. The harsh words fell upon her, and she blinked, feeling more tears well up. Then the cock slapped against her mouth and Ariana let out another little squeal, trying to jerk her head away. "Can't we--" she began, wanting to say something, but he'd already talked. sniffing, Ariana started to nod. Her arms began to squirm, wanting to come along. Maybe if she stroked him or played with his balls or...

instead she found her head going forward. Ariana let out a little squeal as more inches shoved into her cock. Tears flowed off her, unbidden, as she struggled to swallow it. She could feel her makeup starting to run down her face, the tears mixing with her spittle. That cock went further, Ariana gagged again, quite audibly, her chest heaving with the effort of trying to get the cock inside her. She sucked great noisy breaths through her nose, each inhale sucking in more of his scent.

A demand, and Ariana nearly flinched. Instead she saw that familiar face and she nearly whimpered with relief. She felt her body relax, felt her throat relax, and felt another inch slide within her. She swallowed, feeling the cock starting to enter her throat now. She forced her watery eyes up though, meeting Manuel's, practically begging for praise. Please say I'm doing good, Ariana said with her eyes please, sir.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel was a skilled operator. He'd pushed her right to the very edge, to a point where he could tell she was about to break down into tears. Now he knew he needed to pull her back. His next words bore no trace of the momentary cruelty, instead lavishing almost extravagant praise on her – albeit praise of a highly pointed, calculated tone.

“That's it, just like that, good girl. That's it Ariana. Good, sweet girl. God, I could look at those big beautiful eyes all night. Big beautiful cocksucking eyes. And your lips! Damn girl, you have some all time natural dick sucking lips, do you know that? With lips like those you were just born to suck cock, weren't you?”

He pattered on like that for a moment, then let the sounds of the scene take over, the sloshing of his cock as it made its way deeper into her dripping maw, as it slopped drool down her, as it forced its way closer to that tight throat. His hand had released her ponytail entirely and was instead simply resting on the back of her head, the thumb softly stroking her scalp in a slow, reassuring sweep; his eyes twinkled as he smiled down at her, nodding in encouragement.

The sensations her tight mouth were sending up his shaft were incredible, but he was well in control. Although a little pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip of his engorged head, he had ample reserves to ensure he wouldn't be cumming yet.

 

[darkest_fate]

The praise came again, and Ariana nearly groaned as she heard it. At least she hadn't screwed up. In fact, to hear him say it, she'd started to do a very good job at this. Compliments came to her eyes, to her lips, and she felt herself fighting an urge to flush. It nearly made her forget that she had several inches of the man's dick inside her throat.

Yet she didn't. Instead, Ariana swallowed, seemingly never stopping the swallowing. The cock felt never ending. Inch after inch descended into her throat, then rocked back, then descended. Just when Ariana thought she'd hit her limit, just when she swore her jaw would break or her throat would clog, he'd push passed. He'd push passed it or draw back. Ariana could feel every inch of his cock dragging along her mouth as it sawed back out. Each time he withdrew she struggled to open her mouth. A few times she managed to get her teeth clear, but more often then not, they just graced his cock. Ariana kept her mouth loose though, not wanting to bite. Mouth loose, but lips pursed. She even drew her cheeks in a time or two, figuring that she should do the actual sucking part.

The hand rolled along her scalp, and Ariana almost moaned again. She felt her eyelids flutter for a moment, loss of air, momentary lightheadness, but she gathered herself, locking her still watery eyes on the man effectively fucking her face. Those pretty eyes remained on him, even as they watered, or widened when he delved just a little too deep. Ariana didn't waver, showed some skill there, or at least determination.

Few noises came from her. Glugs left fairly often, or slurping sounds. Often a sucking noise could be heard as the cock drew back, running along those lips. Occasionally Ariana would gag again, though her reflex seemed to be adapting to it. Surely he'd gotten his entire cock in her mouth by now, or at least enough of it to count. Why hadn't he exploded? Ariana swore she could feel his head swelling, feel a little bit of hot liquid just drip of the tip of him. Yet nothing came. She sucked a little harder, only to cause herself to gag again. Her eyes pinched shut for a moment as the coughing took hold, making her body tremble. Again her hands moved, only to find themselves caught up.

She just needed a break, to get some air. Ariana felt dizzy; that was all. Though it had to be over soon, right? He'd been doing this for so long already; he had to be nearly ready to blow. God, she hoped this would be sexy enough...

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel disliked gagging, regarding it as unprofessional, and giving no allowance for the fact that Ariana wasn't a professional, but he couldn't chide her now, right on the cusp of penetrating her throat completely, so he kept up the smile, the stroking, the whispered praise: “Good girl, you're doing great, you're doing amazing, this will look so hot on film, that's it.”

But all that gagging had at least worked up a lot of lubrication. Her mouth was now so wet, so opened up, that he could press forward, resuming his tight handhold on her convenient ponytail, pressing the full weight of his six foot frame forward as he leaned into forcing his final inch, two inches into her, until his muscled abs were grazed by her nose, until he could feel his swollen tip punch its way all the way past her tight throat muscles, until he could reach his free hand down, closing it loosely around her neck, and feel the swell of her throat.

And then he held it.

Hand tight on her throat, he held for as long as he could risk before the girl would actually wretch or pass out, but still trying to force her to her very limits of physical and mental endurance. He wanted her to be on the absolute edge, within a heartbeat of completely losing it, bursting into tears, collapsing, whatever. So that when he pulled back, and she recovered, he'd be there to comfort her. It was all a matter of timing, a precision operation, from an experienced master of such manipulation.

With a loud wet pop, he pulled his entire drool-soaked length from her mouth, showering her face and dress in a rain of spittle, pre-cum, throat slop, and then eased himself down onto a knee in front of her. His cock pulsed insistently with need, but for the moment he put her ahead of him. His hands looped around her back, plucking free the cord binding her hands and letting it fall away, then grabbing tight onto her ass, unashamedly mauling the pert bubble-butt she sported beneath that tight dress, using the grip to pull her up with him as he stood, bringing her to her feet.

“Good girl. Ariana, you were amazing, that was so fucking hot,” he said warmly, leaning down and kissing her unashamedly despite the disarray of her glazed face. His mouth captured hers quite roughly, as his hands squeezed her body tight into him, her dress rubbing against his still terribly hard cock, wiping off all manner of fluids on the black material. When he finally broke off from the kiss, he swept her up in his arms, hugging her tight, grinning to the camera.

“Ok, now, how would you like me to return the favour?” The question was timed such that it came at what he hoped would be a moment of extreme emotional confusion and vulnerability for her; it wasn't part of the agreed deal, and if she did actually say no, he wasn't truly going to force her. Getting her to agree to it was most of the fun. Most of it, anyway. “It seems fair after you put in all that hard work, doesn't it?”

 

[darkest_fate]

Despite the praise being showered upon Ariana, she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't doing this right. There shouldn't be this much gagging, this much spit leaking out, her eyes shouldn't be leaking, her makeup smearing across her pretty face. Professionals didn't look like that. Then again, Ariana was hardly a professional. The ache in her jaw and throat attested to that. She so desperately wanted a break, just a few sucks of air, something. Why hadn't he cum yet? He had to be about ready to burst, surely.

A grip, and Ariana blinked those pretty eyes, confusion taking hold. What was he... the answer came with a thrust. Ariana let out a scream into the cock, feeling every hard inch stretching out her platinum pipes. more gagging and spit then before leaked from Ariana as she struggled. She felt her nose press against his hard abs, smelled him so powerfully as she took in a deep breath. Each breath felt desperate, as if he choked the life out of her. The precious air sucked through her nose, taking his heady scent with it each time.

And she could feel his cock. It had to be stretching her throat, pushing against the well-worked, well toned muscles. A hand closed, and she swore he was attempting to jerk himself through her throat. She let out a little groan, trying to shake her head, to say that this was enough. How much cock had been skewered in her? Surely he'd be hitting her stomach by now. She felt so skewered, her mouth a gaping, aching hole for his cock. Water again flowed into her eyes, running hot trails down her face. She wanted to stop, to end this.

Then her vision swam. Ariana blinked, saw spots, blinked again. She felt darkness closing on the edges, felt her eyes rolling back. The darkness would swallow her and then... and then....

pop. Ariana greedily sucked in air with great breaths, not noticing that a long strand of spit had stretch, not caring that spittle and who knows what had just splattered her face and dress. She didn't care: she wanted air, to breath, her sore throat and aching jaw free. Hands moved and she felt her arms falling down, hanging loose, then moving up to massage her throat. Other hands, not hers, his, descended upon her pert little butt.

She got to her feet. How? When? She wasn't entirely sure. Then more praise, her glassy eyes looking to his. Lips seized hers and she could only open, letting him in. Her tongue weakly moved to his, more out of reflex. She could feel his hard, throbbing cock press against her taut stomach. He hadn't cum. Why had they stopped if he hadn't cum? Did he want her to jerk him off?

Then a sweep. "What?" she said, blinking. "Go down... what?" something about it only being fair? What was he talking about? Confusion dominated Ariana for several long seconds. "Are you talking about---" her eyes widened as she started to put it together, her lips parting. That was most definitely not part of the deal. Did she want it? "I--I guess, I mean.." she rasped, her mind spinning .What had she just agreed to? "We're not done, are we?" she asked, mostly confused, looking around. "Is going down what's----" she looked to the camera, blinking, not knowing what she looked like.

Disheveled hair, smeared makeup, spittle caking a pretty face and already smearing on a dress. The hem of said dress pulled obscenely high. yet no one could doubt that the dazed girl who looked at the camera now was anyone other then Ariana Grande, pop superstar.

 

[Joshua Sankt Johannes]

Manuel slipped his arm around her narrow waist and guided her to the edge of the bed with him, sitting her down beside with him.

“What it means is, we're going to get in bed, and you're going to put those gorgeous lips of yours to work again. Only this time, I'm going to use my mouth on you as well. I'll be underneath, you'll be on top – don't worry, I'll show you everything, and we'll go at your pace, again, like before,” he explained in a low, soft voice, his hand stroking her arm as he did, almost like two tender lovers sitting side by side, rather than the cruel parody that was actually playing out. His cock sat bolt upright in his lap, an erect pillar glistening wet, achingly hard, imposingly big; his chest heaved from recovering his breath from the excitement that had played out between them.

He leaned in close. The ruination of her make-up had made her no less pretty; if anything, it added a dramatic quality to her natural beauty. His mouth hovered at her ear, his stubble grazing her cheek. “So, what do you say you slip those panties off, and we get into bed?”

 

[darkest_fate]

The bed accepted Ariana as she sat down. Words came from Manuel, words that Ariana's sluggish mind took its time in processing. Put her lips to use... so more sucking? But he was going to... how would that even work? He said he'd show her everything, and she had agreed to do a blowjob. That hadn't finished: it wouldn't be a good porno if he at least didn't cum. So maybe this was how it was supposed to go?

His hand felt nice on her arm, gentle, even. Where had that wanton lover from just a few seconds ago gone? Ariana didn't understand, couldn't understand. Her eyes fell down, staring at the cock. It stood so proud, glistening her her saliva, a massive pillar of meat. She'd taken that pillar, all of it, inside her throat. He made it sound like she would again.

Breath puffed against her ear, stubble moving across her cheek. Ariana let out a little gasp, trembling. Take off her panties. Just her panties. You couldn't do anything with just those gone, right? At least, nothing that counted. "Oh-okay," she said. She reached down, her hands going underneath. Her fingers found the hem under her skirt, and she accidentally pawed her own crotch.

Moisture and heat greeted her.

When had that happened? When had Ariana gotten turned on by this? Why? She swallowed, licked her lips. she just needed to, to take them off. She arched her hips as best she could, her hands tugging. A tug, and then she had to pull the skirt off. Another tug, and she could almost see them poking out. "Um, I'm not sure," she said, wiggling as she tried. Suddenly removing her panties, just that little thong, had become the hardest thing Ariana had done in her life.