Late September, 2017, Los Angeles, California.
On a fairly lazy Saturday morning, Ana and I were cuddled up in bed watching the rising sun from the window. When I lifted my hand to brush a few errant strands of hair from her eyes, she raised her head to mine.
"Sweetie," Ana started, her face glowing due to the sun.
"Yes?"
"The other day, before your TV crush showed up, I noticed you were cleaning up the carpet and the couch."
"Okay..." I paused briefly, remembering the deep clean I had to do to get the smell of Sydney Sweeney out of the house. It wasn't that I was cheating on Ana, we obviously have a very open relationship, but the most important thing is honesty and openness.
For example, if I lied about the photo shoot with Milana that day, a thin layer of mistrust would inevitably build. That thin layer would instantly turn into a thick cloud that couldn't be broken if I didn't tell the truth.
"Who came over? You rarely deep clean unless a big mess is made." Ana said.
"Um... Well it was a business meeting, that went a little... left." I explained.
"Who was it?" Ana asked, her eyes neutral but her tone somewhat stern.
"A girl named Sydney. A young woman who's a little new to the industry."
"Hm," Ana mumbled before giving me a little kiss on the lips. "That wasn't so hard, was it baby?" Ana grinned.
"Sorry, I don't," I was suddenly interrupted by the ding of my phone against the dresser. I reached out to grab it and it was as if Sydney could hear us from wherever she was.
Sydney: Heeey boytoy ;) I'm free for today hbu?
"Is that her?" Ana asked with a sly grin on her face.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Ask her to send a picture of herself." Ana purred.
Me: What're you wearing? I want to see you.
Sydney: Naughty boy...
A few seconds later, Sydney sent a picture of her entire body standing modelesque in her bedroom mirror. Sydney wore a tight, bright red tank top that could barely contain her tits and a pair of baggy sweatpants that still couldn't hide her curvature. Sydney had a sort of bedraggled look on her face and her long blonde hair was messily outstretched across her face.
I showed Ana the picture. Ana's eyes widened slightly and she bit her bottom lip with a mischievous look on her face.
"Tell her to come over. I've got something for her." Ana purred as she quickly rolled out of bed and exited the room.
Me: Come over.
Sydney: You like me boytoy... U want me to wear something special?
Me: Wear something cute. You'll be meeting my girlfriend today.
Sydney: I thought I was ur girl... :(
Me: No you didn't. You got turned on knowing I was fucking other people.
Sydney: lol yeah you got me... c u soon boytoy ;)
*
About half an hour later, I was downstairs, sitting with my legs crossed on the same couch Sydney had ridden me on a few weeks ago. I wore a simple dark blue robe with nothing underneath. Not my usual attire, but I knew why Sydney was coming and I knew how quickly she liked to get to the action. There was no need for foreplay with Sydney, especially with an excited Ana upstairs.
There was a knock at the door and I shouted for Sydney to come in. At least I hoped it was Sydney. I was taking a bit of a risk, but I never got packages so I was fairly certain I wasn't going to accidentally flash the mailman.
Sydney opened the door slowly, wearing a bright orange crop top and a ridiculously short pair of daisy dukes.
"Oh Boytoy..." Sydney hit me with that sexy, lip-biting grin that almost forced me off the couch.
"Sydney." I nodded simply.
"Where's your girlfriend?" Sydney asked, sexily shaking her chest and forcing her braless tits to sway beneath the bright fabric.
"Upstairs."
"Can I see her?"
"Nope." I uncrossed my legs and my cock was in clear view. Sydney blushed as those seductive eyes of hers locked onto my crotch.
"Okay then," Sydney quickly slipped her purse over her head, placed it on the floor, and then kicked her sneakers off her feet.
"You're *really* sexy when you act all nonchalant." Sydney grinned.
"This is how I am." I lied.
"Sure," Sydney rolled her eyes before grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it up to her collarbone and over her beautiful, massive pale tits. Seeing those absolutely perfect, milky globes almost made me break. I swallowed hard, still maintaining my poker face.
"How about now?" Sydney cooed as she grabbed her tits, pressing them together before craning her neck to lick her own nipple.
I kept my face as still as possible, but the blood rushing to my cock wasn't going to stop. I rapidly hardened, remembering when Sydney was cleaning herself up when I glazed her with cum. Sydney grinned hard and dropped to her knees between my legs.
I held back a groan when I felt her soft hands grip my base, slowly brushing the fabric away with a careful stroke.
"You're really going to play the 'too cool for school' thing? Seriously?" Sydney's eyes widened as both of her hands gripped the base of my cock. I held my ground, refusing to let those perfect pink lips of hers break me down, no matter how close they were to my tip.
"Wow." Sydney placed her tongue on my shaft and slowly dragged it upwards, stealing a line of precum that leaked out. I bit my tongue and kept my face still. Sydney planted a few kisses on my dicktip as she began to slowly stroke me. I stayed strong.
"You're funny," Sydney grinned before sealing my cock between her plump lips and eagerly bobbing her head. Sydney slid her wet lips and tongue up and down my cock with ardent bobs of her head.
Sydney bobbed up and down, the sound of my cock delving through her throat the only noise reverberating through the room. I wasn't exactly sure why I decided to take the stoic route, but I could tell it was frustrating Sydney so much to the point where she was no longer playful.
Sydney removed her hands from my base and impaled her mouth on my cock balls deep. Sydney kept her eyes on me as her bottom lip rested against my nuts. I felt my bottom lip twitch and she noticed it instantly.
Sydney slid her drooling mouth upwards before slamming herself back down. She then gripped my knees with her hands for leverage, skull fucking herself while I stayed stationary.
"AGGLAK! AGHHALK! GALWK!"
"Mmh..." I just barely mumbled a groan as Sydney deepthroated me like a professional pornstar. Sydney then raised her head off my cock after a few more violent gags.
"Fucker," Sydney gripped my spit-soaked cock, stroking the warm saliva into my throbbing shaft.
"What's wrong?" I asked, hiding my enjoyment of pissing off the beautiful blonde.
"There's a reason I call you Boytoy, Boytoy..." Sydney coughed, her eyes burning and her hair slightly disheveled. Sydney's face was red in a combination of lust and frustration.
"You're mine." Sydney sounded like a succubus. Sydney slid her shirt over her head before adjusting her body so my dick was right between her massive cannons.
"You think you're hot shit?" Sydney spat, failing to hide the grin of amusement on her face.
"Balls still full." I shrugged.
"I'll fucking drain you dry, Boytoy." Sydney spat on my cock and smashed her tits together, drowning my dick in an endless ocean of warm, soft, and doughy breast flesh. Before I could even get a chance to breathe out, Sydney furiously smashed them against my pelvis, creating wet and rapid smacking sounds.
While I was good at holding my moans and keeping up my poker face, I had a flustered Sydney Sweeney with something to prove giving me the fastest titfuck in human history. It was impossible for me not to give at least a small reaction.
"Fuck..." I groaned, feeling my dick pulse hard between the rapid pumps of Sydney's big tits.
"Yeah... not so big now are you?" Sydney grinned, sweat building up at her temples and shoulders.
