Lush Life

"You're absolutely huge," Hunter said, so cavalier it made my jaw clench. It wasn't even her stroking my ego; more just her stating a fact. I was on the couch, sitting between Sydney and Hunter. Sydney stayed still with her phone flipped horizontally in her hands, watching high definition footage of me filling Zendaya's throat. Hunter was half-watching, half-focused on her chipped black nails.

Sydney wasn't easing the awkwardness either. The volume was high, obnoxiously so. Her face stayed still with just the slightest twitch of her bottom lip.

"Syd,"

"Shh." She cut me off and slid her finger along the timeline. It cut to me licking Zendaya's pussy, and while I wanted to say it wasn't me...

"And you're an eater?" Hunter chuckled. "A whole freak."

Sydney stayed silent, but her eyes were trailing the movements of my tongue in the video, almost like she was trying to see if I was doing anything out of the ordinary. But what really seemed to set her off was Zendaya's moans, gasps, and cries. Anya's words and camera work were largely ignored.

With another quick swipe of her finger, the video cut to my hand wrapped tightly around Zendaya's throat and my cock burrowed deep inside of her.

"Alright," Hunter stood up off the couch and cracked her back. "Syd, I don't know what kinda humiliation ritual you have going here, but I'm gonna get something to eat."

"Ugh," Sydney scoffed, finally breaking her veil of stoicism. "This doesn't piss you off?"

Hunter shrugged with a cute pout. "She's an adult. He's an adult."

"It's... ugh. I get sent this link from God only knows where. She's... rubbing it in my fucking face. And you knew it, didn't you?" Sydney turned to me.

"No. Of course not." I said earnestly. Sydney turned her phone off just as Zendaya's moans crackled from the case. She stared at me with a slight quiver in her lips.

"Sydney," I grabbed her shoulders. "Do you really think I'd do anything to hurt you? I mean, I was told it was for Tom. I had no idea you'd have a problem with her and me." I explained, staring into her eyes.

"I know," Sydney sighed, softening slightly. "I just... it's not about the sex. But she made it about it. And she's..."

"Getting paid more." Hunter finished for Sydney.

"Um..." I looked around Sydney's house. Sweeney Manor was nothing to scoff at. Sure it was fairly simple, nothing like the retro aesthetics of the hills, but it was clearly meant to be a dual-income house.

"She's getting paid more for doing less. Her agent, or agents, are butting into things that have nothing to do with her. Working twelve-hour days just for her to act like she doesn't know anybody."

"So... this is all about salary and attitude?"

"Pretty much," Hunter chimed in. "Buuut... to be fair Z can get a little diva-ish. But, like, what are you planning on doing?"

"I know exactly what I'm gonna do." Sydney got off the couch and made her way upstairs with a pronounced sway in her hips. I watched her as she left then my eyes moved to Hunter. She'd gotten closer, now staring down at me with her hands on her hips.

"You don't..." I cleared my throat. "You don't think she's mad at me?"

Hunter's eyes widened slightly, her lips curled into a soft pout.

"Nah," she shrugged. "She's fine. It's pretty cool you care though."

"Of course I care," I mumbled.

"Of course, you say?" Hunter leaned down, her pout turning to a small smile. "And you don't act?"

"No."

"Huh," Hunter stood up straight. "Since I already know what you look like naked and we just met five minutes ago, let me ask you something."

"... Shoot."

"Do you like doing what you do? Fucking, that is."

"It's... fun," I shrugged. "No one's ever really asked me that."

"But you could go without it?"

"Um..."

Hunter giggled. "Not trying to force you to contemplate celibacy, just..." Hunter poked my forehead.

"Making you think."

"Well..." I couldn't find anything to say. I stared up at her, inadvertently giving her puppy dog eyes.

"There's no way..." Hunter laughed again before leaning down until our noses nearly touched. "You're not a bottom, are you?"

"No," I said a tad too defensively.

"You're so shy. I'm surprised is all." She beamed.

"Between you and me?" Hunter lowered her voice. "I think you love to fuck. I think you're a manwhore in denial. It feels good to deny it, but you don't even know what you'd be without it."

I stared into her eyes, getting lost in her gaze.

"Am I wrong?" She whispered. The only way I could answer her was by proving her right. I tilted my head slightly and leaned in. I closed my eyes and just as I felt her breath on my face, our lips met. She reached up, gently curling her hand around my neck as a soft flutter sound escaped her lips.

"Alright," I heard Sydney before I saw her. Hunter quickly broke the kiss, standing up tall and awkward with her hands clasped behind her back. "We're leaving in a few hours. Got a flight to catch."

Hunter's eyes lit up. "The one with the ice cream?"

"The one with the ice cream," Sydney said flatly.

"Oooh," Hunter turned to me. "You're gonna love the ice cream."

"Hold on, where are we going?"

Sydney paused before pulling her hairpin out and swaying her head side to side until her blonde tumbled down her shoulders and neck. She smirked when she met my eyes.

"Little Valentino thing. One that just so happens to have *her* on the list."

"So you plan on sabotaging a public event?" I asked.

"One, it's private. Two, I have a plan, and the way the plan works depends on..." Sydney trailed off, her eyes flicking back and forth between Hunter and me.

"Well, we'll just have to see." She said, still smirking.

*

I felt like the President on the trip to LAX. Especially getting through the TSA. The three of us were flanked by security guards who didn't say my name and used themselves as human shields to block out any prying eyes. While Sydney breezed through it all, Hunter held my hand most of the way.

When we boarded the plane, Sydney quickly disappeared into the back with her luggage in hand while Hunter guided me to a small bar section. Polished wooden cabinets, a small coffee maker, and a mini fridge below. I caught a glimpse of the private room that Sydney disappeared into, taking notice of the massive bed.

"Yes," Hunter grinned as she bent down and opened the fridge. "If you want any real food, I guess you'll have to ask Syd."

"Cool," I muttered. Hunter grabbed a plastic spoon and tapped it against my nose.

"Cheer up," she smiled. "Let's just relax."

*

When the movement of the staff stopped and the plane took off, the sun had gone down. I did as suggested by Hunter, which was relaxing in the private room while both girls dialed their agents and teams. I was lying in bed, dressed down to just my tank top and boxers.

I wasn't able to fall asleep, despite turning the lights off. I was still too on edge and expecting to be left alone. The idea of being used as some revenge sex doll was racking my brain. Of course it wasn't the first time, but Hunter's question still bounced around in my head.

I closed my eyes and tried thinking of something. Anything. Sheep, Ana, even the gentle hum of the plane. That was until a soft knock at the door came. Then it opened, a wash of cool light leaking into the room. Hunter's long, elegant frame shadowed me. I stayed silent.

"I know you're not asleep," Hunter said, clearly humored. I heard her bare feet on the floor as the door closed. "Sydney said you snore like a bear."

"So if I died back here what would happen?" I groaned as Hunter turned on the small light by the dresser.

"You weren't gonna die," Hunter chuckled before, much to my surprise, crawling into bed next to me. She placed her head on my shoulder with a smile. Her hair was slightly damp and flowing loosely along the pillow and my skin. She wore a sheer, light pink nightie that left nothing to the imagination. They were so thin I could see the pair of plain black panties she wore as well.

"And this is the only place to sleep on here. Only comfortable one anyway." She said as she let her finger dance over my chest.

"Although I think Syd is gonna sleep out there in one of the seats." She added.

I let out a dry sigh.

"Oh c'mon," Hunter's eyes narrowed. "Stop being all gloomy. If anything it's fucked up because you got tricked. And she's not even that mad, like I said."

"Still, I wouldn't ha--"

Hunter cut me off with a kiss. A sharp, confident kiss that made my head spin even more.

"Y'know when I asked you if you could go without sex..." Hunter whispered after breaking the kiss. "I wasn't questioning your, like, morals."

Hunter, before I could respond, latched her lips to my neck. She then straddled me, her soft body blanketing mine. Her hands slid down my sides until her fingers gripped my top. After no doubt planting a hickey on my neck, she broke the kiss. I lifted my arms and she stripped me, slow and steady. She moved back until she was in between my legs, running her hands over the tent in my boxers.

"We *all* like to fuck." Hunter purred as she dragged the fabric of my boxers over my hard cock. It slipped free with a lewd bounce, standing tall and throbbing angrily.

"See? There's no way you could just..." Hunter paused and casually spat into her palm. She brought her hand down towards my cock, stroking her warm saliva into my skin.

"... not use that. Seeing it in person is like meeting someone you thought would be shorter." Hunter giggled as she stroked every inch of me, tugging and squeezing with her practiced hands. I threw my head back with a groan.

"You like?" Hunter laughed.

"Uh-huh..." I muttered over the slick sounds of her rhythmic hands. "You're... really good at that."

"Oh wow," Hunter bent herself between my legs. I felt her warm breath on the tip of my pulsing cock while the arch of her ass was still clear in the low light. I caught the subtle sway of her breasts as she moved, which sent another tremble through me.

"You calling me a whore?" She joked, but of course I was too delirious to tell. Her damp hair was tickling my inner thighs, her hands were clasped firmly around my shaft, all of it felt dreamy.

"No I--"

Hunter cut me off. She pursed her lips right against the head of my cock and let her spit flow through the small gap. The spurting precum was quickly blanketed by her spit, warm and thick on my skin. When her wetness hit her hands, she returned to stroking with short movements. She then splayed her tongue, slipping it over my already drenched tip in a smooth, swirling motion that made my toes curl.

Hunter then planted a kiss along the tip, stealing a dab of precum before she widened her lips and took me halfway. Her lips met her own fingers as she began to lazily bob her head, keeping a tight seal along my crown and moaning into my skin. She worked her head and lips with controlled, sloppy bobs, her hair swishing all over the place.

The sound of her saliva squelching, fighting against the girth invading her throat was the only thing I could hear. My moans were coming out, I could feel them, but I couldn't make them out. It was like I was in a trance, pulled in by just how good her mouth felt. She removed her hands from my slimy shaft. I felt them dig into my thighs just as my cock began to slink all the way down her gullet.

I hissed. I heard it clearly this time. My cock, every last inch was buried in her throat. She either swallowed her gag reflex or didn't have one. I didn't know which was scarier. My cock was sheathed in warm, clinging heat and her tongue fluttered gingerly against my bloated sack. I glanced down, breathless and wound tight, and met Hunter's mischievous eyes for just a second.

When she pulled back, she kept her lips sealed tight around me. The slow, drooling drag of her lips nearly lifted my ass off the bed and almost made me cum. When she reached the tip, she gripped my base and angled it, just to accentuate the stretch and the loud, slippery pop.

"Aaah," she moaned with a coy grin, splaying the flat of her tongue against my tip and stroking me with relentless speed. Every swift, sloppy pass of her hand made my stomach tighten.

"Fuck..." I groaned, much to her giggling delight. One swift stroke along my balls with her free hand and I exploded. My cock pulsed and fired, throbbing in her soft grip as my load fired. The first few shots hit her pleasing tongue and skilled lips. Then, a series of long, arching shots zipped from my cockhead, flying so high they zoomed past her face.

"Oh shit!" Hunter laughed. She kept her grip tight and started to lick a stripe along my dick, drawing out even more of my load until it pooled against her spongy tongue. I had to take deep breaths in order to regain control of my body again, all the while Hunter was rubbing her hand against my stomach in calming circles. She swallowed the load, sucked at the sides of my shaft to get every bit of cum she'd missed, and planted a kiss just along my inner thigh.

"I'm pretty sure it's in my hair," she chuckled as she rose to her knees between my legs. Both of her hands were on my stomach. She rubbed up and down my ribs, my chest, even a teasing swipe to my forearms.

"This helps with all these nerves you got..." Hunter whispered. "That and cumming."

I closed my eyes and relaxed deeper into the bed. Hunter strengthened her palming while straddling my right leg. I felt her brazenly press her crotch against my thigh, grinding and rolling her hips until she started to whimper.

"Unf... that's good... thank goodness you have thick thighs..." Hunter moaned, her hips working in a silky smooth rhythm. She moved her hands to my chest, digging her fingers into my flesh as her face twisted into a grimace. I moved my hands up to her waist to move her even faster, my eyes drawn to her wonderfully slender frame and jiggling breasts just barely contained by her nightie.

"I know... I know you wanna fuck me..." Hunter said as she tossed her head back. "But I don't think that thing is gonna fit in me."

"We... Can we try?" I huffed. Hunter's whole face lit up at my question. She brought one hand up to my chin, cupping my cheeks with a giggle.

"Of course we can." She purred before she hiked her leg off of me. She turned around until her back was turned, the hem of her nightie riding up her firm, pale ass until her panties were in full view. She reached back to slowly pull her panties to the side, revealing her perfect, crinkled little rosebud. I rose up to my knees and wrapped my hands around her waist, my mouth watering at the thought of opening her up with my tongue.

"Yeah... get your freaky ass in there... ooofff..." Hunter moaned as I blanketed the flat of my tongue against her asshole. I immediately found a rhythm, licking with small, wet, delicate laps that made her whole body shiver. I closed my eyes, tightened my grip, and pressed my tongue in even deeper until I was full on rimming her.

"Fuuuckk..." Hunter arched her back into the contact, forcing me to tighten my grip on her soft, lean body. She then started to rock herself back and forth on her knees, her moans matching her rhythmic pace. I dug myself even deeper. I rose and pressed my palm against her lower back, smushing her face against the bed to get even more of her ass in my face.

I swirled the flat of my tongue around her blooming asshole while gripping her cheeks. Hunter was moaning, trembling, sinking her nails into the sheets as I lost myself in her. The only thing that could've taken me away from the sounds of her whimpers in my ears, the feeling of her addictive, fluttering, asshole on my tongue was if the plane were to start nosediving.

Either that, or:

"You fucking slut." Sydney's voice came before the lights did. I reluctantly removed my mouth from Hunter's asshole, a thin string of saliva falling from my bottom lip and clinging to my chin.

"Heh..." Hunter groaned, wiggling her hips like I was still rimming her. The low lights from the plane plus the dresser light showed just how wet her bum was. "You uh... you talking to him or me?"

Sydney didn't answer. She strutted forward and wrapped her hands around my head, her face blank. She'd changed into a thin black shirt and pink shorts, the fabric of both straining to contain her jiggling body.

"Tell me," Sydney whispered. "She taste good?"

I nodded.

Sydney smiled softly before she poured her tongue into my mouth. Hunter slid herself off the bed while Sydney pressed herself tight against me. So tight that her weight was forcing me to my back. My hands tentatively found her waist, like I still couldn't figure out if she was still upset with me despite her tongue being in my mouth. Hunter closed the door, leaving the three of us in darkness save for the fairly meek light at the dresser. Sydney then broke the kiss and licked at my top lip, her vicious smile growing even wider.

"Yeah..." she purred. "She does taste good."

Sydney turned right as Hunter crawled back into bed, brandishing her ass even wider. Sydney brought three fingers to her mouth, locking her lips around them and audibly swirling her tongue around. When she pulled her digits free, they were completely coated in thick saliva, dripping down her wrists and onto the bedsheets. She brought her hand towards the curve of Hunter's ass, rubbing it up and down like she was marking her skin.

"C'mon..." Hunter whispered, her voice lower than the rumble of the plane.

Sydney leaned in closer with that sly grin never leaving her face. She got so close her nose was right above Hunter's fluttering little asshole. Sydney brought her middle finger towards the rim, then teased her entrance with the pad of her finger.

"Get it..." Hunter hissed.

Sydney planted a soft kiss along the small of Hunter's back, right where the hem of her nightie had ridden up.

"Be patient," Sydney cooed before turning to me, still with that terrifying smile. "You've got her all eager, Boytoy."

My pulse quickened, but my cock throbbed even faster. While I'd never give Sydney the satisfaction of knowing that I liked her ever-present nickname, it was proof she wasn't upset with me. Maybe. Hunter's loud, shocked squeal knocked me out of my elation. Sydney's middle finger was knuckle deep into Hunter's asshole, the crinkled skin of her rosebud clenching tight around Sydney's skin.

Hunter groaned and writhed against Sydney's invading finger. Sydney pulled her finger out just as Hunter started to get antsy, and then replaced her finger with her tongue. Sydney had herself arched like a cheetah on the prowl, her fingers clasped tightly into the flesh of Hunter's ass as she gorged herself on her most sensitive spot.

"Mmm," Sydney purred after pulling back. "You're *so* ready to get fucked."

Hunter nodded sheepishly while Sydney blindly beckoned me forward with one finger. I crawled towards them on my knees as Hunter slumped herself flat against the bed, her plump, pale cheeks jiggling on the impact while Sydney spread her wet bum with two equally drenched fingers.

As I placed myself in position above Hunter's long, flawless frame, she shuddered. I firmly rested my hands beside her head while Sydney assisted with angling my cock with her free hand. Sydney leaned in and licked a thick, nasty stripe from the tip of my drooling slit down to Hunter's asshole, one last helping of God-given lube.

"Now just... get in there..." Sydney moved her palm to my back, resting it right where my asscrack began while her other hand remained on my throbbing base. I sank myself down until my fat dicktip hit her fleshy wall.

"Oh ch-- hold up..." Hunter gasped.

"No, no, no..." Sydney whispered. "Just relax. If I can take it, you can."

"You're ly--UGH!" Hunter's voice cracked as the first quarter of my cock slinked into her snug, inviting rectum. My tip popped in like it was kicking the door down, a nasty squelch was the only warning either of us had. Hunter's back arched, her legs flexed, the muscles in her back went tight, then loosened, then tightened again. As much as I wanted to ease my way in, the sinking feeling wasn't having it.