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

Never before had anyone feasted upon Ariana's breasts like this. Never before had they been this sensitive either. Each tongue lash, each teeth graze, each little gesture felt magnified tenfold. The fabric dragged across her body each time, adding yet more texture to the sensation. Those sensations set Ariana's chest aflame, that fire seeping down into her throbbing sex.

said sex gripped a cock tightly, fitting it like the cock-glove it had become. Every bit of Ariana that Manuel's cock touched wrapped about him, squeezing him, nearly milking the cock. As the cock withdrew for a thrust, the walls followed, seeming to want to hold it in place, to pin it down, to prevent it from leaving. When it thrust in, the walls gave way, moisture allowing the cock to push aside the inner membranes. That friction sent more flames all throughout Ariana. She'd become so hot that sweat started to bead upon her tender skin, adding yet another fluid to the mix.

But apart from that...

A finger in her ass, oh god, that finger teasing her little hole. The rewiring meant that each and every gesture there felt nearly as loving as the play upon her sex and breasts. Each and every spot now received attention, and that attention rewarded greatly. For Ariana felt the heat coiling tight, feeding that familiar sensation that well deep within. Her sensitive core wanted release yet again, and it would have it. That clutching ass felt...

... felt the finger draw away. Ariana could not stop a frustrated moan from leaving her glittery lips. She gave Manuel a look that was nearly pouty. However, no sooner had she done so then a hand seized her hair. Ariana gasped, her eyes rolling back. James: she'd nearly forgotten him in the frenzied fucking. But what would he... oh, a rounded head pressed against her ass. Even in her inflamed state, even if the porn stars did think her to be a ditz, Ariana recognized what was going on. It dumped a shock of realization in her that fought against her fire nearly as surely as the water dumped upon her had been.

"You can't both fit!" she managed, somehow finding words, though they slurred and dragged, raspy and nearly hoarse from all the throat-fucking. She groaned as sensations roared up, the fire melting her icy panic. "Won't... fit... too... small...' she panted, nearly whining. She felt the rounded head teasing her ass, pressing tantalizingly against her back passage and promising much.
 
Manuel was not surprised by her resistance: it was a huge step for someone so inexperienced. But it still disappointed him. Just when she really seemed to be growing into the sexual creature he knew she could become, her reserve spoiled the moment. He had to break off suckling at her breast with a grunt of exasperation. It would have to be a very gradual introduction to the possibilities of double penetration. Holding her hips firmly in both hands, he pushed one long, powerful stroke into her, and then pulled her off him, his strength easily allowing him to loft her petite frame into the air, his cock sliding all the way out of her. It was only then that James pushed into her, his cock burrowing slowly a couple of inches deep into her clenched asshole, taking her weight into his arms.

Any surprise she may have felt at the intrusion was quickly drowned out as Manuel kissed her, like he hadn't really done since she'd first arrived, capturing her lips with his in a heady, passionate sucker. His tongue curled around hers, coaxing life from her no doubt tired mouth. His fingers scored soft, circling strokes on her tense, sweat-clammy skin, trying everything he could to relax the skittish young woman. His cock remained just outside her, achingly hard as it grazed her inner thigh. The moment James pulled out, Manuel sank her back onto him, reentering her pussy.

The two alternated strokes like this: technically, she was only taking one of them on at a time, even if the other were always lying in wait. Both were aiming to pleasure her: if she could be driven to distraction, her tiny teen mind wouldn't fret over the small matter of violating one of society's basest taboos, Manuel reasoned. Long, languid strokes from each cock penetrating alternating holes in turn, Manuel's driving up into her sopping pussy, then James's reopening her increasingly unvirginal asshole, and back again, while the sounds of the slobbery kissing provided a ceaseless soundtrack.
 
Despite her protests, Ariana nearly whimpered when Manuel's mouth left her breast. The nipple continued to burn with sheer need, the girl's body still desperately wanting that attention along with everything else. The hands returned, grabbing her hips, holding them powerfully, making Ariana again aware of how much smaller then the two men, her two lovers, she happened to be. That power showed with a push. Ariana gasped the entire way, feeling the cock pull out her sex, practically dragging her lips out with it. Ariana swore she hit airborne for a few moments.

Only to have her petite ass rammed onto James' cock. The girl howled with pleasure and pain as the rough man's dick filled her ass. The malleable flesh parted before it, though the insertion proved far, far rougher on both parties then the easy slide into her soaked sex. Interior walls clamped all the way, squeezing the cock through the entire thrust.

Not that Ariana could even focus or process that long, as her lips became Manuel's captives. Ariana groaned into the kiss, feeling the tension flare up into an outright inferno. There was just something so debauched about being kissed right now, when she was pinned between two incredibly virile men, her two lower holes little more then fuck-slots for their massive dicks. She felt her mouth moving almost reflexively, the renewed passion restoring just a little more energy. Her tongue suddenly proved to be flexible, as years of kissing came into play.

All of which dumped liquid heat into Ariana's loins once more. She had no idea why they shifted, didn't care. She could feel the hands upon her, feel the cock jutting into her tightly clenched ass, the rewired brain processing it all as exquisite pleasure. The fingers traced her body, no doubt feeling the sweat that beaded from the girl's impossible heat. The heat radiated from Ariana, particularly from her lower half and her pulsating nipples.

A pull, the cock leaving her ass. Then a thrust, her sex once more welcoming a familiar invader. The two began alternating, Ariana only dimly aware of it. She simply did not care: the sensations proved to be intoxicating on a whole new level. First her sex filled nearly to the brim, the liquid slide almost too easy now. Then a strong pressure, walls clamping as a cock invaded her tight ass. Then back again. That tension rose up again, her sensitive loins very quickly processing.

Oh, and all the while her lips, God, her lips. She'd never been taken like this before and didn't think a woman could be taken in a more lustfilled frenzy. Her lips dashed against Manuel's, her sheer want communicated in every gesture. The girl actually got greedy, her teeth sometimes accidentally scraping against his lips in her desperation for more contact, more sensation. Ariana had passed being fuck-drunk and gotten high on the pleasures the two men so effortlessly inflicted upon her so willing form.
 
Sharing the burden of holding her aloft as they switched between their alternating thrusts – and her dancer's build was not a heavy burden – offered each of them the opportunity in turn to explore her body when they were not needed. When Manuel was thrusting himself into her, James's hands would be coaxing her breasts into another round of sinful temptation, expert fingers able to pinpoint the most sensitive touches even through her taut black top; when it was James's turn to enter her, driving himself deep into that tight, forbidden hole with a low grumble of pleasure, it would be Manuel's hands kneading and stretching and shaping her pert buttocks. When James had to support her in his arms, Manuel would devour her with touches and gropes and even a light, playful spank, and when she was passed over, it would be the other hands encircling her throat for a soft squeeze or trailing a single finger down her arching back.

They aimed to swarm her with senses, to overload her, to overwhelm her, until her resistance caved: she would be at her most vulnerable if she climaxed, again. It was not so different from when they had first doubled on up, only that time it had been with hard hands, pushing and shoving and slapping until she cried; now they aimed to provoke a very different kind of reaction, but the tactics were essentially the same, a kind of bullying, but bullying through pleasure and temptation rather than bullying through force and fear. Emblematic of that was that Manuel continued kissing her, longer and more passionately than she might expect to kiss her own boyfriend in the backseat of a car, jaws chomping so voraciously it was like they were trying to fuse skulls
 
So many sensations, Ariana's inexperienced, fuck-high brain unable to process them all. A dick, sliding into her sex, gliding along her wet, wet tunnel; its head prodding deep within her, its girth parting her walls while they clamped down upon it, demanding that it fill her... Another, shoved within her ass, pushing aside resisting flesh, allowing tight muscles to contract, the body milking it while it sent sensations of debauched joy directly into the bloodstream, the fullness and pain unlike anything else...hands, hands everywhere, hands upon her breasts, teasing the inflamed nipples to such degrees that Ariana swore she would leak from them as well, the taut orbs sending nothing but a constant stream of red hot pleasure... hands upon her thighs, teasing the tender flesh, finding new areas, new places to make her...hands upon her ass, parting the cheeks, letting a dick plow in with less resistance...hands upon her cheeks, slapping, playfully adding more head more...hands upon her neck, trailing along her...hands...hands... lips, lips seizing hers with a fiery passion that engulfed Ariana so totally and completely that if Manuel had asked her to marry him she likely would have screamed a raw joyous yes...that kiss brought the tension... their jaws working against one another, the exquisite soreness of Ariana's jaw working, her sore lips, her teeth trying to bite...hands along her back, following the bow...her back bowing, pleasure lancing straight up her spine...pleasure building, tension mounting, fueling... a cock sliding into her sex...a cock pressing against her ass...cocks...hands... lips....

lips slid as Ariana lost her grip, a barely whispered word just rasped out of her: "Cumming," rasped the warning, a warning of an orgasm that felt so intense that surely it would scar her for life, leave other orgasms feeling as though they would never quite measure up... until her loves drew yet another screaming, raging, devastating inferno from her young body.

Ariana knew with crystal clarity at that moment why she let Manuel and James do this, knew with certainty.That answer came with one word:

Orgasm.
 
This time, there was no passing of her back and forth, no delicate balancing of her like a toy between two players: both pairs of hands grabbed her tight, and when James's cock slid almost to the very hilt inside her, it did not withdraw from the blessed embrace of her ass, but rather stayed there, filling her immovably full of thick, pulsating man-meat, such that when Manuel then thrust upwards into her too, she was so ridiculously overstuffed the internal commotion within her was almost comically unfair. There was no way someone could take such pressure for more than a few seconds, but they held on for as long as possible as they both experienced the bliss of those tight walls contracting around them in ecstasy, as they felt her squirm and thrash between the trap of two powerful men using her petite body for their own selfish pleasure and yet producing a kind of squared power effect in her as a consequence.

James was just about on the verge of cumming for himself, holding on only with gritted teeth and flared nostrils from his desperate need to blow an astonishing load inside the unbelievable ass of this teasing pop goddess; Manuel, more in control, was able to marvel in the emotions sweeping Ariana's face as she clung to him, was able to kiss and pet and stroke in congratulations, to reward his little kitty with the kind of affection that he knew she probably craved just as much as the raw, lustful fuck-heavy domination that had mostly been served her way thus far.

Yet once they were sure she had recovered just enough of her senses for them to continue, they did so with a vital energy that belied their previous efforts to go slow. Both buffeted in and out of her in unison, attacking her from front and back, filling her with ridiculous amounts of cock at once, then withdrawing to leave her almost empty, and back again, their timing such that she was rocked back and forth between them, pinned between their able, impressive fuckstrokes.
 
Ariana Grande came.

She screamed as the two men plowed their thick cocks into her, except that Manuel's lips descended to eat her scream, denying her that. The noise echoed into them, her incredible pipes shooting the sound out through their connected lips even as they sloppily moved against one another. The girl could not help herself, could not hold back even if she wanted. Just when she'd thought the ecstasy could continue no farther, not just one, but both cocks had slid into her quaking, climaxing body. They shoved her so full of manmeat that she became nothing more then a quivering cock receptacle, an overeager, eighteen year old twin sheath for massive cock. Her insides greeted both with shaking, quaking, milking as the muscles danced and convulsed like never before. The man had likely thought Ariana tight before: she squeezed so hard that even the two experienced males had to feel the pinch, feel the walls. Ariana felt them, felt every bit of their cockmeat inside her willing sheaths. She could even feel their cocks pushing against one another, a small membrane of flesh seeming to be all that separated the two of them.

Ariana Grande was a fucking kitty slut for these porn stars.

She twisted and writhed, her body arching, pushing against one then the other as they tossed her quivering, jellied mass of flesh between them. The girl's entire body tensed as the sheer agony of the orgasm ripped through her. Then, just as immediately, it began to cause her to nearly seize, to jerk and move. The orgasm just didn't stop it crested as they thrust, turning the aftershocks into more rippling quakes.

Ariana Grande was a filthy, cockhungry little minx.

And she had never felt better in her life, the pure pleasure drowning her, her orgasms stretching, her twin tight holes milking the two men's cocks and practically begging for them to shoot their hot loads into her flesh, as if their seed could quench the fire they'd started within.
 
It was James who finished first, his orgasm hitting him so hard his knees almost buckled. Shuddering and groaning as that unbelievable clench proved just too much for him, he began unloading, huge spurts of steaming cum sloshing forth from his spasming cannon as he emptied himself completely inside Ariana's asshole. He continued to pump in and out of her as more shot out, and even the squeezing seal between their flesh was not enough to stop the overflow bubbling out in a thick white foam that scoured slowly down her thighs. By the time he had finished, shaking off the last few drops in a sprink up her back, spattering the black material of her now thoroughly defiled kitty costume, he was out of breath and had to slump down onto the bed to regather his composure.

Manuel finished just two strokes later, the sudden relaxation causing a chain reaction in him that had his thick shaft sputtering into action, a creamy load incredible in its size given the amount he had already drained onto and into the cum-hungry starlet washing so deep into her pussy that had it not been for her precautions, he probably would have knocked her up there and then. The thought barely mattered to him, though, as he continued to empty himself into her, the leakage spilling back into his lap as it dribbled from her, before wrapping her up in a bundle hug and falling back onto the bed, rolling her underneath him as he kissed her again, tongue clashing in jubilation. Steady pumps continued even once he was fully spent, revelling in the sloshy feeling of her fully-stuffed pussy.
 
Another orgasm tore through Ariana, hot on the heels of its predecessor, as her two lovers shot their seed within her. She could feel each jetting within, first James: the hot seed and heftier load spraying her insides, panting her white, possibly even stirring up Manuel's earlier load. Enough seed went into Ariana's tight ass that when she sat down tomorrow morning, she'd find that some still dribbled out of her, let alone how surprising visits to the bathroom would be in the coming days.

But oh, the jets that sprayed into her. It felt as though Manuel came directly into her womb, into her brain, filling her young body with his essence and thoroughly redecorating her insides to be his own personal den. The sheer pressure of each jet that hit her drove Ariana's climax further and further, till she found the sensations overwhelming her.

As Manuel fell to the bed, dragging Ariana's limp, twitching body with him, the girl passed out, her brain completely overloaded from sheer sexual bliss. Her body continued to quiver in aftershocks, jerking about as though she were fighting in her sleep. Both sex and ass quivered all the more, releasing little loads onto the sheets or squeezing the cock that remained embedded within, but all done without the starlet's knowledge, as she had succumbed to a sexual bliss known only to a lucky, lucky few.
 
Several hours later, Ariana would wake to find herself in a guest bedroom, tucked into bed, stripped of her stained clothes – except for the collar around her throat – and bathed clean. She'd been really out of it – they had quite literally fucked her senseless – but the two had taken care of her once she'd slumped out on the bed. For all that they had done to her, they were not the sort to take advantage of someone who'd simply collapsed from sheer exhaustion. The room was clean and fresh, no hint of the sweat and sex that pervaded the other rooms, and the house was dark and quiet. James and Manuel had showered and changed, and tidied the house into some semblance of order. The younger man had departed, though not before thanking his friend profusely: even by their standards, it had been a wild time.

Manuel, for his part, was already planning their “dirty weekend” ahead. At the time, booking it had been more about intimidating her; he'd half imagined it would be a waste of time. Now though, he realized he had yet to fully appreciate the stamina, resilience, and sheer depravity of the darling starlet. The weekend would be a genuine chance to put her through her paces. He had some ideas already, but what he really needed to do was arrange a suitable wardrobe: he'd called round a couple of the people the studio typically worked with to check they'd be able to help him out with a costume or two he had in mind. And for the moment at least, these plans would not be shared with her.
 
The wake up proved surprising. It took Ariana several foggy moments to realize what happened, and then, as she looked around, the "Omigod" sensation started to blend in. She'd actually let Manuel Ferrara take her virginity... then fuck her in the ass... then share her with a friend who proceeded to fuck her throat... and they'd both cum inside her. Ariana spent several minutes freaking out, trying to remember pills and cycles and essentially mumbled "omigod" under her breath over and over. Every inch of her ached, as if she'd been exercising for hours. Never had her sex hurt so much, and oh God, her ass felt as though someone had burned the insides. Strangely, the worst was her nipples.

The girl couldn't even wear a bra as she redressed in her going home clothes. She didn't even realize she wore the collar until she hit a mirror to begin tending to her wounds. It just seemed natural, and Ariana saw no reason to take it off just yet. Instead, she rubbed Vaseline onto her nipples, moaning sexily. She'd needed to gargle water too, getting her throat back into working order. And, of course, she wound up masturbating furiously before she went to bed, screaming and gritting her teeth all the while.

Her days continued like that for a while. A few people asked about the collar, but Ariana waved the comments off, saying it was just a weird fashion choice. She made certain to call various people, rearrange things, apologize to her manager, things of that nature. Said manager expressed concern, but Ariana reassured him. Less easy was working with her boyfriend: Ariana had been sorely tempted to dump him, but somehow she felt like... like she'd need permission for that.

She continued to masturbate at least once a night, feeling like Manuel had flicked some sort of internal switch, setting the normally reserved girl on "nympho." Not that she minded overmuch: it felt great and she slept better then she had in ages. Eventually though, the day arrived with little word from Manuel. Just take a car to a specific location, get out and be ready. Ariana had packed quite a bag this time loading herself up, making sure to bring water and power bars and an assortment of other products. She figured she'd doll herself up better when she got to the room.

The car came. Ariana entered. She found her excitement and nerves growing more and more with each passing moments as they drove to their mysterious destination. Then, at last, she stepped out, looking at the expensive hotel. Instead of allowing the staff to carry her small bag, Ariana carried it instead. She actually looked decidedly less famous and flashy, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She entered the place, looked around for only a moment, before approaching the desk, ready to mention their room and see what Manuel had in store for her.
 
When Manuel had first returned home his wife, the beautiful porn actress Kayden Kross, had been excited to hear about his encounter with the starlet; they ended up watching the copy of the video, and she even helped him plan a few ideas for the coming dirty weekend. But in the week that followed, he was occupied with business and filming, and the teenager drifted from his mind. He didn't give her a second thought until Friday itself arrived. The delivery of the costume he had ordered for her served as a useful reminder.

He arrived at the hotel early to set up, dropping off a package at reception and heading up to the room. It was a spacious suite – he guessed the pop star's career must be really taking off to afford this kind of place for a whole weekend, but he also didn't care – with a four-posted bed, various furnishings which would prove useful, and an en suite bathroom. As handsomely appointed as the room was, he was equally well equipped, with two large bags of supplies: no more relying on a small carry case. Drawing the curtains closed, he began unpacking with a smile of anticipation.

Downstairs at the hotel reception, a concierge greeted Ariana and asked for a room number. The book listed “special instructions”, and he searched the lodge a moment to find a large, flat box that looked and felt like it came from a clothing shop. He handed it over without a thought: discretion was guaranteed at exclusive hotels such as this one, and he had no place to be asking a guest about their particular arrangements. He had, though, just so happened to have noticed the note pinned to the corner of the box.

It read: “Wear this for Daddy, little one.”
 
The room number exchanged, and Ariana soon found her eyes widening in surprise as the man handed her a large box. She looked it over for a moment, finding the note and pulling it up to read. Wear this? She dared peek into the box and flushed for a moment, wondering if he meant change into it now or potentially wait for later. She swallowed, looking back up at the concierge, who had been well paid to be the very model of discretion.

"Were there any other instructions or things for me?" asked Ariana, hoping for a least a little something more. If nothing else, she needed a key to the room, which she looked for. A hand nervously went to the collar around her neck, playing with it for a few moments, as the girl again wondered at what exactly she'd just gotten herself into.
 
The box contained an almost scandalous outfit. It was technically a “school girl” costume, but no real school would permit such a fantastical display. A white cropped shirt and a tartan vest in light pink and brown would still leave the midriff bare, while the pleated white skirt was barely longer than the pink studded belt that came with it. White silk stockings had pink ribbons that matched a hair tie. Pink lacquered heels and lacy, fingerless gloves pushed the costume from merely risqué to outright smutty. The lingerie that came with it was equally daring: matching white lace with pink bows, a half cup bra and a pair of French-cut panties seemed to belong more in the pages of some titillating catalogue than in the hands of an 18 year old teeny pop star.

When Ariana asked for further instructions, the concierge smiled sympathetically. He kept his voice low to preserve her privacy: it had been an unusual request, but the man had given them a substantial tip, and the room booking itself was too valuable to lose.

“Yes, madam, we were asked to inform you that you will receive the room key – only once you have changed into the contents of the box.”
 
The outfit didn't even look like it would quite fit Ariana, and what would fit certainly wouldn't serve to cover well, just about anything. Even with her petite body, Ariana couldn't see this top covering more then her breasts, though at least it would do a thorough job of that. The skirt would be dangerous to bend over in, to be sure. In point of fact, the whole outfit looked downright smutty, leaving anyone who saw Ariana in it no doubt as to what she was here for.

Well, the hotel was known for its discretion and class. Ariana licked her lips and nodded to the man. She very quickly asked for directions to the restroom and hurried there, adjusting her own bag along the way. The girl carefully looked through the box as she went, wanting to take stock of everything. The design looked remarkably detailed for how little fabric appeared to go into it.

The girl closed the bathroom door and hurried to a stall, wanting to save herself at least a little dignity. It didn't take her too long to strip off her old clothing and carefully fold it into the bag. Much longer was adjusting to the new outfit. The panties weren't that far removed from what she might wear normally, though perhaps a tick or too girlish even by Ariana's standards. The white laced showed quite lovely against her skin though, even if it pinched just a little along the sides. The skirt hung a little snug about her waist, almost making Ariana feel self-conscious, as if she'd gained some weight in the last week, which struck her as nearly impossible but, well, still. The thing pinched delicately upon her tanned hips, the white and pink mixing well with her tanned skin. The stockings went up over her legs easily enough, though Ariana did wonder a bit about them as she ran her hands along the smooth fabric. The shoes matched her size perfectly, and she could easily handle them. The top proved effective enough: snug enough to encase her breasts tightly without cutting anything off. The bra underneath did wonders to help support Ariana's perky chest, drawing them to their fullest potential. Just feeling that lacy fabric against her nipples nearly made Ariana groan. The gloves proved complicated enough though Ariana managed. She wasn't sure if Manuel wanted her to alter her hair style or not, and spent a few minutes hemming about whether to leave it down or again return to the ponytail. Eventually she opted to let it hang loose, the cute little bow adorning it: she could always tie it up at his order when she finished.

Ariana exited the stall, looking around to see a few women giving her disapproving stares. Most probably figured her to be an escort or something. Ariana actually flashed a cheeky smile at a few of them as she left, practically wanting to tell them off. Just because they still hadn't gotten over their sexual hangups didn't mean Ariana planned on paying for it. Plus, this really wasn't more then a step up from what she'd been wearing: Ariana had loved wearing sexy/cute clothes ever since she realized that her body would draw that kind of attention.

so the girl hurried out into the lobby, moving in a strange half-strut, half-speedwalk toward the counter. She gestured toward her outfit, held out her hand, took the offered key, and sauntered off toward the elevator. As she drew close, Ariana saw one of the older staff members, a bellboy of some kind or something, subtly following her with his eyes. she purposefully fumbled her key for a moment, then bent over to pick it up, quite purposefully showing off her cute little butt to the man for several long seconds, even wiggling it as she worked to pick the card off the ground. Then Ariana rose, smoothed her skirt as if it were nothing, and entered the elevator.

Within a few moments, the nervously excited young lady would be standing outside the room, holding the key and rubbing it, looking at the door and telling herself that she really, really did want to enter, before she reached up to just wrap her knuckles against it.
 
The knock was answered promptly: Manuel had asked the front desk to call once she arrived so that he would be ready. He was dressed casually compared to Ariana's elaborate dress-up, a simple dress shirt open at the neck and a pair of dark pants, his handsome features dusted with the hint of a dark beard of carefully groomed stubble. He could have passed for any travelling businessman staying at the hotel for a weekend, blending in where his prey stood out. He opened the door and leaned in the frame, examining her with a slow grin spreading across his face. She had dressed exactly as his instructions had told her to: every little detail was perfect, from her knee-high stockings to her lacy little gloves. He was disappointed she hadn't kept her ponytail, but that wouldn't take long; rather, he was delighted to see that little black collar still in place around her tender throat. He reached out, touching a finger against it, sliding it around her neck and up to her chin, tilting her head to look up at him.

Wordlessly, he continue to look and feel her over. While one hand brushed hair away from her cheek, the other moved to her body, bolding making straight for a pert little breast squeezed into the tight blouse, then stroking down the bare skin of her midriff, all the way to her navel. He circled it thoughtfully for a moment – perhaps he would make her get a piercing, he wondered, or maybe that should be saved for even more demanding body parts – then worked across to her hip. Pushing on her, he twirled her slowly so he could survey from behind too, stopping her mid-spin to cup the delightful little ass he had already plundered, hand easily finding its way up the tiny skirt. Still forcing her to stand in the corridor, in full view should anyone walk by, he turned her back to face him.

“Tell me why you're here, little one, and then maybe you can come in,” he asked, his voice a low, heavily accented breath of equal parts threat and tease. “Have you come here to suck Daddy's big cock?”
 
They stood in the hallway for a moment, Ariana looking up at Manuel. He looked stunning, classy, totally in charge of the moment. Any doubts Ariana had about doing this faded away just upon seeing him, upon standing in his commanding presence. He looked her over, caressed her cheek gently making her swallow. That hand had gone to her collar, and she'd only then realized that she'd left it on: it had simply become so natural for her that she almost didn't realize it adorned her throat.

Then the hand moved over her, drawing little gasps from Ariana. Her knees buckled for a moment, and she only just prevented them from going out. A week without his touch had left Ariana feeling almost too wanting, and the intimacy with which he stroked her left her knees weak. Her head turned at his touch, moving as he did. The hand upon her breast, squeezing, making her gasp and shudder, her eyes fluttering closed. Then caressing her taut navel, almost as if wondering about it. A push and Ariana twirled, demonstrating grace, her now loose, ruddy hair flowing out as the skirt twirled ever so slightly. The hand went up, teasing her, and Ariana's eyes opened out into the hallway. A command trickled into her ears as the girl looked around.

"I'm here so you can fuck me, Daddy," she nearly whimpered, though her voice would be loud enough for any alert passersby to pick up. "For you to fuck me and use me however you want," she promised, even adding a quick little grind back against him, that cute little butt of hers pressing against his groin.
 
The sheer scale of her transformation, from the reluctant virgin who had first encountered Manuel to this teasing, sultry sexpot now wiggling her tight little ass against him was truly breathtaking. Her reward for her provocative answer as Manuel's hand trailed around her hip, dipping between her legs, needing to lift the tiny skirt only barely to touch the lace fabric of her panties beneath. Two fingers pressed down her mound until they encountered the give of her slit, poke terribly slowly against that no doubt already heated gateway to her newfound womanhood. His other hand tilted her face up to his as he lowered his mouth to her.

As they kissed, he began to rub, sliding his fingers up and down in a waving, side-to-side pattern. Though still outside her panties, the touch was firm enough to pierce the thin weave of the lace, brushing directly against skin, his wrist cocking her skirt aside for ease of access. His mouth was hungry, revelling in the reminder of how sweet that mouth was when put to better uses than selling trashy pop songs: he wasted no time in introducing his tongue. Holding her tight to him, he rolled his hips forward enough for her to feel the size of the bulge growing down there against her lower back: he was clearly very, very pleased by her answer.

Yet he hoped those were not words offered cheaply. Once in the room, he really did expect to take her in every way he could think of and a few more besides. It was not a room for the faint of heart, and although she had proved herself surprisingly bold already, she was still new to this. He hoped her resolve belied her petite stature: to look at the way she was currently dressed, she didn't seem capable of withstanding everything he was going to throw at her. But then, there was only one chance to find out, and this was an opportunity he was going to teach her to relish.

He guided her through the door even as he continued to rub her more firmly, shutting the door behind him with a flick of his foot. Even barefoot with her in her heels he was much taller than the petite young woman, so it was easy for him to half-lead, half-drag her across the thick carpet towards a spacious padded armchair: they were not ready for the bed yet, he had decided. Easing down into the seat he took her with him, folding her across his lap, his hand up her skirt changing to take advantage of the new angle by tugging her panties tight against her skin, a single finger lodged between her thighs applying friction and pressure as it worked back and forth.
 
The hand moved again, lifting aside the skirt, gracing Ariana's panties. The girl let out a loud moan, one that surely would echo down the halls, her vocal nature not dimmed even by the semi-public forum. The moment those fingers had just threatened to touch, Ariana's sex went aflame. She could already feel her petals swelling, her clit engorging with need, bits of girlish want collecting within. The hand moved to just poke it, teasing her.

Realization seeped in to Ariana's not quite befuddled mind: she was standing in a hallway, cooing and letting a man rub her down like some wanton slut. Panic and fear dumped ice into her vastly heated veins, though a kiss soon drew it away. The kissing worked her lips and she pressed back, recalling that this was the man who made her scream with pure joy ever so often. A flick drew her skirt aside, the finger drawing against her. Like so long ago with the top, the fabric now added new friction. Ariana could feel it dragging across her sensitive sex, the lace pulling along her just as easily as he did. The fire lit her kisses, forcing her tongue into action, working along him, stretching, the movements apparent as the bobbed, lifting and lowering her cute little collar.

Somehow they entered the room together. Ariana nearly stumbled, but again Manuel proved his strength. Dragged, lead, Ariana didn't care, she only expressed surprise as they entered a chair. He pulled her tight onto his lap, pulling the panties tight. The slight pain caused Ariana to gasp, her eyes going wide. She moaned into their lips, trembling, the actions stoking her inner fires still further. Soon she could feel her arousal building, likely showing itself in a light dampness just developing within her nether regions. already heat burned within, forcing her legs to start to part for better access. The body remembered even more then that hungry mind, and it wanted
 
Cradling her in his lap permitted Manuel easy access between the helpless girl's thighs. His finger stroked back and forth vigorously, grinding itself against the impression of her lips increasingly obvious through the thin material of the sinful lingerie. The butt of his hand, resting against the crest of her mound, could feel her heat, could feel the way she squirmed against him, and could feel a growing dampness that suggested those panties would be soaked through if he continued the treatment. Instead of easing up to allow her to remove them, he continued apace, adding a second finger between her legs as his thumb stroked her inner thigh softly, trying to spread the sensations across as much of her lush, inviting flesh as he could.

Supporting her lower back with his other hand he propped her up so that their sticky, lustful kiss could continue. Murmurs and grunts escaped his lips as they devoured her, his tongue pulsing back and forward rhythmically, clashing with hers in a momentary tangle of insatiable desire. He was so unconcerned with decorum that when their teeth briefly jarred he didn't slow down, but rather sped up, leaning into her so hard he was tilting her head merely with the force of his kissing, making out with the intoxicating mix of sloppy abandon and well-honed expertise.
 
The finger continued teasing Ariana's sensitive thighs, and they continued to spread. His hands proved as sinfully talented as ever, coaxing the heat out of Ariana, forcing her body to flare up delightfully. She could feel his hand pressing against her pantie-clad sex, and the briefest wondering flitted into her head. Why leave the panties on? Were they not in the way? Yet he dragged the fabric across her, rubbing it all along the length of her sex, driving her arousal up several more notches. Her juices flowed, spreading slowly across the fabric, no doubt staining them with her essence and creating a souvenir that thousands would have killed to possess.

Though Manuel need not even have that, not when he so easily possessed the read thing. His fingers continued coaxing her mound, forcing Ariana's hips to swirl and squirm. She began to press down upon him, practically grinding her body down into the thigh. The pressure there felt wonder as well, though suddenly Ariana found herself wishing that more of her body could be teased. Her memory drifted toward her last orgasm at this man's hands, the questing digits everywhere.

But his kissing had not diminished. If anything, he possessed her with yet more fury, driving Ariana into a lightheaded state. Her head swam while her lips struggled to keep up. Teeth caught on flesh: his biting hers, swelling her pretty lips even further. He seemed to be able to dodge all Ariana's attempts, though her own sloppiness likely did not help matters. The sheer force of the action stoked her further. Ariana moved a gloved hand down, trying to find his cock and rub against it, while the other ran along her own side, practically desperate for more stimulation.
 
She was so needy for his touch that Manuel thought he could probably get her off just by rubbing her earlobe. Squirming and contorting in his lap, he could feel the desperation in her. Her hand probing at him, trying to find the source of the throbbing heat against her where his arousal was growing, spoke of a new confidence in her: the little kitty he'd bullied into her first tentative steps in the world of sexual exploration would never have dared. It was tremendously exciting to have her awake like this, quite literally in his hands, her body becoming alive in a way it hadn't known before.

He pushed her off him a little, and then turned her body until her back was to him, folding her back into his lap. Like this, he had easy access both to her pussy, which he was now massaging more directly, his fingers having worked their way inside the hem of her panties, finding a sticky, aching need down there that his touch was delighted to attend to, and her breasts, which his other hand now discovered, sliding up her bare flank, tickling across her ribs, up to the tight little vest top that so barely clothed her, closing hard around one small, firm teenage mound and squeezing. They could no longer kiss at this angle, so his mouth instead found her neck, applying a wet lovebite just south of that cute little collar she just wore.

Grinding against her, he allowed her to feel his hardness, his size, but he was not interested in having her fumble with him yet: he preferred to concentrate directly on her, so he kept her right down in his lap, her pert ass resting directly on the tent poking upwards from between his legs. His mouth gravitated up her neck, across her cheek, as his fingers closed on the subtle impression of a nipple and tweaked, as his thumb probed the fleshy bareness of her silky mound, as every part of him worked to explore every part of her, as he aimed to make her need so sobbingly intense that submission would come like running water.
 
The push had Ariana moaning in frustration, her desperate need for contact making her incredibly demanding. Just these last few minutes had made her realize how very much she thoroughly enjoyed the man's touch, his kisses, his caresses. They'd barely collided with one another and already Ariana looked a mess. Her hair had starting to become disheveled, falling about her face, nearly catching on lips that had swollen from intense kisses and misplaced nibbles. Her chest throbbed, the breasts seeming to almost swell beneath the tight half vest that pinned them. The small skirt had already risen to near belt angle, and her sex began to show quite clearly on the panties beneath.

All this in less then fifteen minutes.

Then the fingers return, finding her panties, sliding into the wet. The lips kissed him welcome, greeting their lover with warmth and wet. They flared with heat just being near, the sensation causing Ariana's oh so familiar tension to mount. Hands returned to her breasts, though not without teasing her trembling side. She felt him close about, dragging that fabric across her sensitive nipples. As if she needed more sensation, more fire.

Yet she had it: felt her pert rear press against his hardness. She rolled it, arching her butt up and down his shaft, squeezing her muscles, the fabrics bunching against them. She could feel his want, possibly even matching her own. Desperate want roared within her, the tension already growing unbearable.

He'd abandoned her lips, leaving Ariana to talk: "Oh God, I want you so bad," she hissed, half whining the words. Her hips rolled, her ass trying to push against him. "You feel so fucking good pressed against me tight little ass," she whimpered with need, trembling, her body pressing tight against him. She rolled her head back, her words falling over her shoulder. "I masturbated," she practically whimpered, "every night I stroked my naughty little kitty just thinking about you, about your cock," she wanted to squeeze it, and flexed her asscheeks. "It wasn't enough," she practically moaned, "not enough. I want you so bad. Make me cum, Daddy,' she whimpered the last words, her body trembling with need as she seemed to almost force herself. "Please, Daddy," she rolled her head to look over her shoulder, "make me cum and I'll do anything," she meant it too, not caring about the consequences. Her body craved him like an addict craved drugs, and without a hit surely she would lose her mind.
 
She was melting in his practised touch, a gooey puddle of youthful, feminine need just spilling all over his hands as they probed her. In response to her pitiful pleas he stepped up his attentions. A first finger penetrated her sopping sex, dragging the damp fabric of her panties to one side to enter her. He was shocked at how tight she was: the young woman who'd got double penetrated just a week ago was obviously going to need opening up all over again. Curling the finger deliberately towards the heat of her clit, he dug the knuckle in against the fleshy walls of her delicate skin.

He had also managed to find his way under her vest, under her blouse, his palm finding her skin flushed with warmth and excitement as it slid over her chest, encapsulating the small, firm breast in one palmful. Two fingers closed around her nipple, pressing slowly almost to a squeeze. His hips thrust up, grinding himself so that the meat of his bulge pressed squarely between her ripe cheeks, seeking out pressure against the tiny flower he knew lay within, reminding her of just how close that thick cock the wanton addict craved was to her.

“Oh, little one,” he breathed huskily, his mouth hovering right at hers as she turned to face him. He revelled in the filthy words her ditzy, cum-crazed mind was spewing, probably barely even realizing what she was saying in the high of her arousal, his eyes burning with smouldering desire, his tongue flickering out in a hissing lick-kiss against those pouty lips. “Touch yourself,” he urged, “You can use your hands, this time, but only on yourself.” To give her an incentive, he flexed his finger inside her directly against the desperate little bud at the crest of her sex, rocking his hand back and forth against her.
 
The finger found a welcome grasp as the slick sex closed its hot velvet about him, practically sucking him inside. A week without entry had practically restored Ariana to her previous tightness. As an added bonus, the vivacious young woman had taken it upon herself to learn better control over those muscles, enough so that she just barely remembered to put them into play now. Internal muscles squeezed and worked in ways that Ariana would've only done by accident before. They dragged the finger along their sensitive internals.

Another finger pressed against her clit, and Ariana let out a loud, throaty cry of sheer delight. The pleasure shot straight to the tension, coiling it tighter. The other hand had not slowed at all either, sliding underneath her shirt and bra. Ariana felt the tight fabric digging into her back, an uncomfortable sensation most of the time but downright delightful under current circumstances, mixing in with everything else. Fingers found the aching nipple and it immediately swelled upon the touch. More heat, more pouring straight to her core.

The taut ass pressed against a cock that looked for it. Ariana flexed and released herself, squeezing. She'd actually tended to that hole this time, specially cleaning and preparing it, as well as making sure to tease it from time to time herself. Part of her just wanted the clothing gone, to shove herself onto the throbbing manmeat already.

Husky words broke into her, and her eyes rolled. A tongue flicked and her lips greedily tried to suckle it, only to find a comment. Touch? Ariana barely needed encouragement. One hand slapped immediately to her other breast, cupping the perky mound and squeezing it hard, practically mauling it. The other traced down the back of her skirt, sliding behind to drag a nail across her crack, the girl whimpering as she realized that she'd accidentally gotten her hand stuck.

Especially as she started thrashing back, her body quivering. "I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered, squeezing her breast tighter still. "Oh, oh, oh, I can feel it," her body reacted as well, kicking out, jerking. The interior walls danced upon the finger, her ass clenched, her chest heaved, the girl pressed back against the man, pinning her own arm behind. "Gonna cum, oh, oh, oh, oh---"
 
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