Starring: Krysten Ritter
Tags: MF, Cons, Oral, Facial
DISCLAIMER: This story did not happen and is complete fiction. Not all facts will be 100% true to real life.
Sitting on my living room couch, I had spent the last 10 minutes going through HBO Max trying (and failing) to find something to watch. It's not like there was a lack of good content, it's just having so many things to choose from gets you thinking that no matter what you pick, there's something else you could've chosen that would be better.
"Find anything good yet?" Krysten Ritter asked, strutting back into the room, her pale nude form fully visible to me as she walked.
Krysten and I had been on-off fuck buddies for a while now. She was one of the first celebrities I met when I first got to L.A. and we hit it off immediately. Her striking beauty and slim figure weren't her only good attributes, though. She had a wonderful sense of humor, a perfect mix of silly and snarky, and, as you can probably infer, she's a hell of a fuck. She's a wild girl and she's always fun to hang out with, whether there's any sex or not. Lucky enough for me, Krysten and her longtime fiancΓ©, from what she told me, had been having some problems, so she came over to confide in her longtime Hollywood friend. As we talked, one thing led to another, and it wasn't long before our clothes were on the floor and we began fooling around on the nearest couch.
"Yes and no," I told her.
"God, don't I know that feeling. They put way too much shit on here so you never want to risk watching one thing when you could also possibly watch something, and by the time you realize it, you've been scrolling for an hour, so you just put on something you've seen already just to actually watch something." Krysten let out a breath of relief as she sat down beside me on the couch. I laughed at her mini-rant, though I admit, I agree with her 100%. I grabbed the Mtn Dew can sitting on the coffee table in front of us and took a swig.
"Exactly, but here it isn't even at its worst. Netflix is, by far, the worst streaming service when it comes to this. They release tons and tons of movies, and rarely are any of them even remotely good, and strangely enough, it's always the worst ones that get sequels. Tall Girl, The Kissing Booth, why do we need so many of the same fucking teen movie spewed out every year?"
"For teens to look at hot twenty-somethings pretending to be teens?" Krysten jokingly asked, taking a sip of the beer that sat in front of her.
"If they've looking for hot twenty-year-olds, they're just gonna watch porn."
Krysten laughed, taking another drink of her beer. "Well, you've got me there," she said, laughing again, "but if there's nothing for us to watch, I've got an idea of what we can do to pass the time." the dark-haired actress threw her leg over my lap, pressing her sex against my semi-erect cock, awakening it from its short slumber.
"Seems like your friend likes my idea too," Krysten jested.
With her now sitting on my lap, I began to grind my steel rod between her soft, pale lips. Krysten cooed, the tip of my cock poking her clit with every slight thrust. I grasped her small breast with my left hand, palming it and teasing her nipple, as I took the other into my mouth and gently sucked on it.
"F-fuck that feels good," Krysten moaned aloud, enjoying the feeling of my assault on three of her pleasure centers.
After a minute of sucking and palming, I swapped breasts, now sucking on her left nipple while palming the opposite breast. I paused my thrusts, Krysten slightly adjusting her seat over me, before dropping down and taking all 8 inches of my cock deep into her pussy.
"Oh shit!" Krysten groaned. I couldn't help myself from groaning a bit too, the tightness of her vaginal walls clasped my dick like a vice. I began my usual medium pace of thrusts, Krysten letting me do my own thing before she inevitably took over to get her over the edge of her own orgasm. But we weren't there quite yet, she had cum three times already today, while I had only cum a single time, so it was my turn to take control. I gripped Krysten's small hips with my hands, holding her in place as I jackhammered my dick inside of her at a rapid-fire pace.
"Fuck yes, fuck me good with that big cock!" Krysten Ritter shouted as I pounded her slutty cunt into oblivion.
I couldn't keep up this fast of a pace forever, at least in this position, so I had Krysten hop off of me (to the dismay of both of us) and get on her knees on the couch, facing away from the TV. I now had a full view of Krysten's pale, shapely ass. Although it wasn't huge, it was a nice feature on her slim body and a nice contrast to her small (though still wonderful) breasts. I didn't take my time upping the pace as I did previously, this time, I shoved my full length into the black-haired beauty, fucking her at the fastest pace I could muster.
"That's it, yes, yes, wreck my pussy! Ruin me for that asshole! Make...this...pussy...YOURS!" Krysten yelled, the soft moans she'd be releasing just a few minutes ago now full-on screams for me to fuck her as rough and fast as I could.
"You really like this dick, huh?" I sarcastically asked. I knew in her current state of arousal, getting her to submit for my cock was a very real possibility. This was one of the many reasons sleeping with Krysten was so fun. One minute, she'd be on top of me, in complete control, and the next, I'd be thrusting into her from behind, pulling her hair and having her shout how she was my "little slut" and how she'd "do anything to get fucked this good".
"Yes...I love it...I'm in love with your fat cock," Krysten admitted as I continued to rale her from behind.
"How does it feel getting your pussy stretched by my 'fat cock'?"