All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
Author's Note: This is a slightly modified version of my original story posted elsewhere.
All Star College 7
(MF, MMF, DP, DVP, DAP MFF, Oral, FF, Anal, Titfuck)
By MrMaxLord
Starring: Lili Reinhart, Halsey, Hailee Steinfeld, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, Elisha Cuthbert, Victoria Justice, Sabrina Carpenter, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Kelli Berglund, Ariana Grande, Blake Lively, Kira Kosarin, Samara Weaving, Zendaya, Kiernan Shipka, Margot Robbie, Natalie Alyn Lind
"This is such bullshit!" yelled Madelaine. She was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, her normally pale face almost as red as her hair with anger. And she wasn't alone, Jesse Carr was sitting on her bed, listening to her unload her fury.
Madelaine's anger wasn't directed at him. Jesse was one of the few good things to happen to her since she got back from Spring Break. She and Jesse had decided to give being a bit more than fuck pals a try. That was the good thing. A good thing made even better as she didn't even have to worry about a break-up with Jared. That boat had long since sailed and after her wild time in Lake Havasu she was ready for something with a lot more affection and a person who was actually there for her.
The bad thing was she had been passed over for the job of manager at Knockers. That level of bad was compounded by the fact that she'd been passed over for the GM's daughter...a person with no restaurant experience.
"I'm done, I swear to god I'm fucking done. I give that place WAY more fucking time than they deserve, we are constantly the single HIGHEST in alcohol sales in the tri-state region because of ME and how I train these girls. You think it just takes a great set of tits and an amazing ass?"
"No, I do not," Jesse said.
"You're damn right!" Madelaine fell back on the bed and laid her head in Jesse's lap, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're making it really hard for me to be furious and being metaphorically buttfucked," she said with a mock pout.
"Sorry," Jesse said.
"Don't be," Madelaine said with a reluctant smile. She rose up only to rest her head on Jesse's shoulder. "It's just, I really wanted that. I thought I proved myself. I put so much into that place. I put up with drunks playing grabass with me and for what? Nepotism. Pure and simple."
"Then take your talents elsewhere," suggested Jesse. "You've seen the flyers on campus about that new restaurant. The one from that Food Network chick."
"Start all over as a waitress at a new place? An unproven place?" Madelaine looked to Jesse with an incredulous look. "I can't afford to do that."
"No, apply as a manager." he replied.
"Are you serious?" Madelaine got up and walked to her dresser at the foot of her bed, sitting on the edge. "I have no practical experience in that and you expect someone like Elisha Cuthbert to hire me? She's like Gordon Ramsey-famous. She's not going to do that."
"Mads, you have plenty of experience." He stood up and walked to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Whenever Carlos isn't there, that is pretty much your position alongside being head server. You come up with the schedules when someone takes time off, hell you come up with half of the schedules anyway. You do all the training, you come up with drink specials. You might as well be a manager. And you had Carlos' support, so you have him as a reference. And of course, you can say you'd bring two of the best workers with you."
"I'm guessing you mean yourself and Selena?" Madelaine asked, her tone very knowing.
"Well, it's true. Aside from you, Selena's the best at Knocker's and she's definitely loyal to you. And I think it's confirmed I am. That'd be a bit of an edge you bring to the interview, a guarantee of having strong, experienced staff coming with you. Then wrap it up with your whole e-sports proposal which I know you aren't bringing to Knockers-"
"Damn right I'm not." the redhead confirmed.
"So you apply and bring every single last thing you can to the table," Jesse said. "We both know you can make one hell of a compelling argument. You could be a lawyer if not for that pesky conscience."
"You really think I could do it?" she asked, her face going from angry and frustrated to soft and hopeful.
"Oh, I know you can." He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her bee-stung lips.
"Correct answer," Madelaine said, her far more familiar confident and calculated smile returning to her face. "And don't you know what happens to good boys who get the right answer?"
"I believe so but I think you're about to give me a bit of confirmation on that just to be sure."
"Oooh, another correct answer," Madelaine said with a grin. "You're on a roll." The fiery woman playfully pushed Jesse back on the bed and crawled on his body, straddling him at the crotch. She looked down at him barely able to hold back a sexy smile behind pursed lips. There were a lot of advantages to dating a guy who could keep up with her desires. Soft and sweet, hot nasty and everything in between. A shoulder to cry on and a cock to ride.
"Mmm, someone's ready," Madelaine said, grinding her crotch over Jesse's hardness, she loved feeling how hard he was through his own sweatpants and the shorts she was wearing. Feeling how much he wanted her made her want to tear both their clothes off. However, the anticipation always made the high feel better. When she noticed his eyes darting from her face to her chest, Madelaine decided to take that as his vote as to wear to go next.
"I never get tired of this," Jesse said as Madelaine pulled her shirt off, revealing her tits to him. Jesse had become very familiar with them. Their feel, their taste. Just the way to touch them, how to make her swoon just by stroking her pink nipples in just the right way. He'd become a scholar in the realm of Madelaine's body.
Jesse decided to use that scholarly knowledge when he rose up and planted his face right in the middle of Madelaine's bare cleavage. He licked and suckled at her pale mounds, giving tender affection to those tender pink tips.
"Mmm Jesse baby," Madelaine said, her mouth a wide grin. "Just like that honey...just fucking like that." The fire-haired femme fatale pulled her man closer while she ground against his crotch. Just feeling that hard cock straining against something as loose as sweatpants and dying to be set free all because of her made Madelaine absolutely soaked. He was clearly ready for the main event and she had gotten there as well. She'd started out ready but now it had become a full-on frenzy.
Madelaine pulled away from her man an got to her feet. Jesse's eyes were glued to her as she removed her shorts. Once they were removed her attention when back to Jesse, noticing he still had his pants on.
"Take your fucking pants off," she said with a smirk, tossing her shorts to the side. Jesse didn't even get off the bed to follow her command, his scramble to be free of his sweats being enough to get a chuckle out of Madelaine. Once his cock was out and ready that elation gave way to a seductive smile.
Madelaine pounced on him, a tigress who had her prey. Prowling up his body and pressing her full lips up his legs until getting to his hard prick. In one swipe she had taken Jesse's cock balls deep, getting a loud cry of "Oh shiiit!" to erupt from Jesse's mouth.
His hands went to Madelaine's fiery red mane. He knew the rules. She wasn't one for face-fucking. But she didn't mind the feeling of fingers coursing through her hair a little bit of direction when she hit on something that felt right. It actually turned her on more than a little.
The lewd sound of Madelaine's sloshing suckjob filled the room. She was fast, driving him to the brink of that climax. His eyes felt like the reels of a slot machine with how they were rolling into the back of his skull. The lack of technique was the technique. She could have worked him over until her was melting like a candle, but then where would the fun be for her? This wasn't a lunchbreak quickie at Knocker's.
With the same quickness in which she swallowed his cock Madelaine moved up his body, leaving a few love bites on Jesse's chest before sinking down on his rigid rod.
"Fuuuuck YES!" Madelaine growled. Jesse's hand went to her ass like a magnet and just as when the cock was in her mouth, Madelaine started out full speed. With Jesse's hand taking a firm grip on her perfect peach of a rear she rode him hard, giving the springs of her mattress a hard work out.
"Oh, fuck yeah baby," Jesse bellowed. "Fucking ride my cock Mads...fucking ride it!"
"Yes yes yes yes!" she cried. "Fucking give me that cock baby....my fucking cock...all fucking mine right now." Jesse's eyes darted between Madelaine's face, a sex-starved sneer on it and her tits bouncing with every movement she made. A treat for his eyes while his cock, buried in her tight, wet lust cavern had it's on tactile treats.
Madelaine made a quick movement, grabbing Jesse's hands on her round bottom and bringing them above his head, pinning them there by the wrists as she took full control.
"Keep your hands there," she said. "Don't you fucking move them until I say so." Jesse nodded and Madelaine leaned forward, licking his lips before rising back up. He was more than willing to take things bit easier.
She held his hands in place as she began to twerk her pussy on his cock, bouncing up and down. "Mmmm fuck your cock is fucking good...." Madelaine said, biting her lower lip. "So good in my tight cunt...nnng fuck yessss!"
Madelaine released his grip on his hands and brought her hands to his face. Jesse eagerly sucked her fingers into his mouth, caressing the digits with his tongue. It was a unique delight for Madelaine. It wasn't something she could get off of but there was a depraved tenderness to it. He needed her taste so bad, but the suckling on her fingers was delicate and longing.
"This is my fucking cock," Madelaine moaned through that big toothy smile. It was almost a chant she repeated, until she locked eyes with Jesse. "Fucking say it Jesse...who's fucking cock is this?"
"Oh fuuuckkk," he groaned trying to form the right thoughts to even form words. That was making Madelaine a little impatient.
