The Golden Globes after-party was exceptionally boring this year. And no one was more aware of their boredom than Rick and David. Everyone behind the rope was dressed in near-identical tuxedos, and every celebrity seemed to haved been dressed by such an uninspired stylist that... well, they might as well have been wearing the same formal suits as the journalists, thought Rick. It was a sea of clones, one flock taking pictures, the other flock posing for them.
Rick lowered his camera to his chest, searching for a certain somebody along the black carpet. "Do you see her, David?"
"No, Rick, I don't," said David, professionally. Like most of the other press photographers, David had his camera up. He was lazily snapping photos of random actresses. "Look man, I get it... Bella Thorne is a hot piece of cock-milking ass. But you got-"
"Come on, David! Don't say filthy shit like that!"
"Alright alright. I'm just sayin'. You gotta be more chill about this, buddy. Bella Thorne may be the sexiest little jizz-swallowing bitch in Hollywood, but you gotta stop being weird about it. Just have some fun. Take some pictures. She'll show up eventually." David made a sweeping gesture with his arm. "And just look at all these fuckable whores, man! Sure they ain't Bella, but they're good enough. And you know why their good enough? Because I don't have a creepy obsession with Bella."
"Creepy?! You think I'm the creep?!" said Rick. "At least I didn't call Bella Thorne a cum swallowing whore!"
"A bitch," said David, correcting him. "She's a semen-gulping bitch, and I just want to fuck her tight asshole."
Rick nervously scanned the crowd, checking to see if anyone else in the vicinity had overheard his friend's misogynistic comments. No one seemed to care. The press tent, after all, was filled with noisy and blinding camera flashes. Rick and David were the only journalists not focused on the job at hand.
"I really want to fuck her deep in that ass," David continued, wistfully.
Rick nodded, then shrugged. "Will you just admit that these other celebrities are fucking boring by comparison?"
"Yeah, you're right about tha-..." David trailed off. Bella Thorne had finally arrived in the press tent. He froze, utterly captivated by the gorgeous starlet's presence.
"What happened?" Rick interrogated, oblivious to Bella's arrival.
Bella was strutting along the black carpet in an eye-dazzling silver dress, pushing her hips out and demonstrating the outfit's lust-worthy clinginess. She blew kisses, traced her fingers along her curvy waist, and wiggled her backside. She was beaming with what looked like... a case of the me-so-horny-please-fuck-me's, David thought.
He watched her insert a finger in her mouth. She winked, then blatantly sucked it.
"What a fucking slut," David muttered to himself. He pointed at her. "Hey, Rick... Guess who!"
"Who? Oh shit," said Rick. He spotted Bella. Rick slowly angled his head, examining every hill and valley of her perfect body. "What a beauty."
The two friends tried to fist-bump each other but missed, too distracted by Bella's soft, round ass and glistening mouth.
"I'm gonna marry her," said Rick.
"I'm gonna empty my balls in her," said David.
The conversation between Rick and David was piquing the interest of a tall, shadowy figure.
Suddenly, the figure pounced.
The ground seemed to rise up and smack David. Before he could figure out what was happening, an enormous man was pinning him to the floor.
"The fuck's your problem?!" shouted Rick, and he lunged toward the attacker. The hulking man effortlessly launched Rick's flailing body over his shoulder.
Rick and David squirmed on the floor, totally confused about what had just happened to them.
FIVE MINUTES LATER:
Things had calmed down.
At this point in time, exactly four people were standing on the photo op side of the rope. Bella Thorne was standing beside the muscle-bound attacker, who was her bodyguard (and quite a devoted friend, apparently). Facing them, Rick and David were bruised and wincing, still recovering from the recent skirmish.
The other journalists took pictures and scribbled notes behind the security rope, watching the scene play out.
"I'm totally sorry, you guys," said Bella Thorne, sounding sincere. "I told Frank a billion times, he doesn't need to be so brutally violent..."
"But Bella...!" the bodyguard objected. "These men are absolute perverts! They have said terrible things!"
"Francis!" Bella shouted. "You've said enough!"
He flinched, and remained silent.
"Anyways..." she continued. "I usually give handjob apologies."
All the journalists behind the security rope looked at each other in disbelief. Some of them were not entirely sure if she had truly said "handjob apologies." Others were certain she had, and they jotted down the phrase in their notebooks.
"But now I'm 18, so I'll let you guys use my body instead." Bella looked around. "And we can do it out here in the open, if you want. Sound cool?"
Everyone was shocked, except David, who was ecstatic.
"W-what do you mean?" Rick stammered.
"Of course!" said David, cutting off Rick's question. "I'll use you ASAP! Yes! Definitely! Let's go! No problem! Sign me up!" He was leering at Bella as if she were a Christmas present. "Hey... Does that mean I get to fuck your ass?"
The other journalists gasped in unison. They were utterly appalled at David. Nevertheless, they continued taking photos and filled their notepads even faster.
"You can use my anus, if that's what you mean," said Bella, smiling at David.
He beamed from ear to ear.
She looked at Rick.
"But um, if sex isn't what you want, um... I can just give you money or something. It's the least I can do to make it up to you. Would money be a better offer?"
David whispered into Rick's ear, angrily: "Don't fuck this up, man!"
"I... I want... I want you to..." Rick began.
David was furious. "Hurry up!" he hissed.
"I... uh..." stammered Rick.
"Dude, you could probably tell her how much you wanna blow a load on her face and she'd be fine with it! For fuck's sake, she's giving herself to you!"
"I want you to suck my cock!" Rick blurted out. "I want it so badly! I want your mouth, I mean your lips, I mean... Please... Please, PLEASE, Bella, suck my cock!"
His words left a wake of silence.
Bella stared at him.
She giggled. "Oh I get it. The polite type." She placed a hand on his crotch. "But don't be polite."
His dick swelled against her fingers, pushing the front of his pants.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Rick."
"Okay, Rick. You can use my mouth." Bella dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, swiftly pulling them downward to reveal his raging eight-inch dick.
Bella got on her knees. "This thing is huge, Rick."
He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, but what do I do now?"
"Whatever you want," Bella answered. "My mouth is all yours."
"Um... Are you sure? Just fair warning: I've been fantasizing about this for a while. I'm kinda bottled up."
"Use my mouth, Rick. Please."
With a fire in his eyes, he sunk his fingers into her hair.
Grasping his shaft with one hand and tilting Bella's head back with the other, he stroked the end of his swollen dick and pushed it against her face.
He could hardly believe how satisfying it felt to finally show his dick to Bella Thorne.
"You're so hot," Rick moaned as his cock slid past her lips. He stroked himself faster, jerking inside her mouth.
Bella moaned, licking the head.
"Fuck yeah," said Rick. "That's the fucking best." He pushed deeper inside, brushing along her tongue. He slid in and out of Bella's lips, frantically jacking off while dragging his dick all over her mouth. Her tongue caressed his cock, teasing out a few spurts of precum. "Oh shit! I'm gonna explore your tongue!" he said. "Let me cock-slap you!"
She parted her lips wide open and stuck out her tongue, eagerly licking the air. He attacked her tongue with his rod, slapping his meat on the soggy flesh and sending droplets of spit flying.
"Fuck! Look at that pretty face covered in spit!" said Rick. He grabbed his boner to rub it on her mouth, wiping the tip of his cock all over her lips and smearing her chin with saliva. His cock pressed against Bella's soft features, the shaft getting harder and harder as it slid across her lips. Before long, her face was shiny with spit and precum.
"What are you doing with your peni-?" she tried asking, interrupted by Rick as he continued to swab all over her lips.
"I'm just using your mouth, like you told me," said Rick, shoving his dick into her mouth. He held the tip and wiggled it around, making her lips flap across his boner.
"Blgblgblglblgblgblgblglb" said Bella, sputtering around the shaft of his cock.
He jabbed it into her face, sideways, grinding against the inside of her cheek. "You like it when I stretch your mouth, don't you, Bella?"
"Mm-hm!" she hummed, nodding and smiling.
The skin of her cheek bulged out as he filled her face. He bucked and gyrated deep through her lips, sliding all over her tongue and feeling the warmth of her breath. His cock danced around her mouth, hypnotizing the crowd of onlookers.
David watched too, and he seemed impressed.
