Lush Life: Anya & Florence

March 2018, Los Angeles, California.

Investor parties really sucked. Not because the food was bad or because the music was bad, no. They sucked because I always found myself surrounded by the fakest people I've ever met. And coming from someone in this industry, that says a lot. Snooty rich folk with fake laughs, fake interests, fake everything.

They weren't all bad. I met Milana Vayntrub at one of them last year. Usually, I'd run into a lovely lady I'd either fooled around with or never met. I didn't have Ana with me, so I was just standing around. I scanned the overcrowded ballroom, hoping to see someone I knew so I could stop looking like a kid without a date on prom night.

I found no one. Instead of trying to carefully avoid the old woman with too much perfume, I made my way towards the bar. I sat down at the counter, signaled for the bartender, and asked him for something a little strong to get me through the night.

"Hello there." A light, airy voice came from the left of me. Her accent floated around in my head like a scent that wouldn't go away. Clearly English but with an added touch that made it sound sweeter.

I turned my head quickly, trying my best to mask my surprise at the slim woman sitting next to me. I recognized her. Anya Taylor Joy. While we never directly spoke to each other, I knew about her.

"Hello," I said, turning slightly in my seat to get a good look at her. She was wearing an ice-white cocktail dress that burned as hot as her platinum-blonde hair. A small baby-blue necklace sat on her chest with the jewel sitting between her pert cleavage. Just enough of a tease to make a man fantasize about being in there, but not too much to violate any dress codes. Her makeup was done to perfection with a slight blush on her cheeks, light blue lipstick and matching thick eyeshadow that gave her a sort of, dominant, ice queen look.

"Tennerman, right?" Anya asked, placing a delicately manicured deep black finger on her chin.

"Yup."

"They suckered you into this? I would've never guessed." Anya smiled.

"It is what it is," I shrugged as the Bartender gave me my shots. "At least the booze is free."

"Hm." Anya muttered to herself, a subtle smirk never leaving her face.

"You want some?" I asked, holding out the second shot after quickly downing the first.

"No. Thank you though." Anya said.

"So," I started. "You seem a little far from home."

"I am. But you know how these things are, work and more work." Anya said.

"Oh I know. Definitely." I said.

"You working on anything? Anything big and bold?" Anya asked, speaking more with her hands.

"Nothing big and bold. Little stuff right now. Hallmark kinda stuff."

"Huh. Must be nice." Anya grinned.

"What makes you say that?"

"You already know. Those big ones are an absolute mess." Anya said.

"The paycheck certainly isn't." I shrugged.

"Amen to that." Anya laughed lightly, her hand tapping my knee. I looked down briefly, noticing she hadn't moved her hand away. She'd actually moved it up to my inner thigh, the big, eccentric silver ring that sat on her middle finger glided across the fabric of my dress pants with ease.

"Don't want to alarm you but we're kind of in a room full of people." I said.

"Oh really?! I had no idea." Anya said, her deep brown, wonderfully expressive eyes wide and full of burning sarcasm. Anya was now openly groping me in public, her firm hand on my crotch.

"I'm not complaining, just saying I'm a little more comfortable with private sex than public. Especially with our image and all that. Well, more specifically yours."

"Oh, I know, but I have to ask," Anya leaned forward and brought her voice down to a whisper.

"Were you in New York in October?" Anya asked, an almost childlike grin plastered on her lovely face.

"Um..." I froze up, remembering that Taylor was adamant that I keep our evening private.

"Hm?" Anya squeezed my bulge tight as her eyes went from curious to glaring daggers.

"Yeah..." I mumbled.

"Yes!" Anya cheered softly to herself like she'd found a rare Pokémon.

"Why?" I asked, my voice still low.

"Taylor was buzzing about you. It's a shame she's always so damned busy." Anya scoffed.

"She was?" I asked.

"She didn't give you her number? She told me you did."

"I texted her when I got back home, but I got no response."

"She must've changed numbers." Anya muttered with her hand now just massaging my member through my pants.

"You... uh wanna let go?" I asked, noticing Anya was staring out into space while continuing to rub me to full hardness.

"No. No I don't." Anya grinned, her eyes still darting across the room. Her pupils dilated slightly, and her face narrowed towards the corner of the room.

"I'm very glad you're here, Tennerman. I've got a *bad* itch I need to scratch." Anya said, biting her bottom lip.

"I can certainly scratch it." I said smugly.

"I know. I want you to prove it." Anya turned to me, her eyes burning a hole into my soul.

"But before you do anything, turn around." Anya removed her hand from my crotch. I turned around in my seat and saw a sight that was going to keep my cock rock hard. Florence Pugh was dressed in a simple tight black long-sleeve dress with a long cut at the end that teased her wonderfully thick thigh.

"Yeah... see her? She's perfect isn't she?" Anya whispered in my ear, her voice flooding my ears and her perfume overpowering my mind. Her arms were wrapped around my waist as her hands wandered up against my chest.

"Definitely." I whispered.

"Glad you agree. I assume you've booked a room for the night at the hotel across the street?" Anya asked.

"No." I said truthfully.

"Watch me work my magic. When I'm done, give me five minutes to get to the hotel. Room 208." With that, Anya pried herself off of me and sauntered away towards Florence. I grabbed my shot and downed it while watching Anya. The slim blonde just jumped right into a conversation, immediately capturing Florence's attention. I couldn't hear a word due to the frankly terrible jazz that was playing over the loudspeakers.

As I watched I noticed Anya never turned her attention back to me. It really seemed like she was magical with the way Florence was utterly stunned. Anya had her hook, line, and sinker in about two minutes. Florence smoothed her hair out, clutched her handbag tight to her body, and quickly made her way to the exit. Anya turned around with a whimsy smile and mouthed 'five minutes' towards me before following Florence outside.

I fished my phone from my pocket. 11:55 PM. I spun around in my chair, tapping my hands against my knees, my mind stuck on Anya's voice and the single glimpse of Florence's thigh. I drowned out the other people in the room, hoping my still-hard cock would go down before my five minutes were up. I waited patiently, wondering how much Taylor told her about our evening. Throughout my admittedly ego-driven delusions of Taylor Swift talking about me like a great one-night stand, I kept checking my phone. The moment the clock hit 12:00 AM I zoomed out of the building, not caring about who saw.

I crossed the street and entered the lobby with a spring in my step, knowing what was waiting for me in the hotel room two floors up. I took the elevator, tapping my feet in anticipation. Once I reached Anya's hotel room, I knocked on the door. A brief pause.

"Tennerman?" Anya's airy voice wafted through the hardwood.

"Yup."

The lock clicked, the door opened halfway, and there stood Anya. I half expected both her and Florence to be dressed down, already ravaging each other. Instead Florence sat on a small red couch that sat near the window, scrolling away on her phone and hitting a cartridge. Anya was still wearing her dress, but she put on a pair of long, black latex gloves that added to her Emma Frost vibe even further.

"Wonderful. Come in." Anya bowed. I stepped inside and my eyes were drawn to the very sensual setup. The room was dim with a faint orange glow from a few candles and an orange-shaded lamp that sat on top of the dresser at the corner of the room. The bed was huge and clearly sprayed with some form of disinfectant due to the pungent smell that hung in the air.

"Florence, Tennerman. Tennerman, Florence." Anya introduced us. Florence gave me a once over before taking a puff of her cartridge and waving at me. I nodded back.

"Not bad." Florence said, batting her eyelashes at Anya.

"Thanks."

"He got a first name?" Florence asked with a smirk.

"J-"

"I prefer just Tennerman. It adds some... mystique to him." Anya quipped, quickly cutting me off as she brushed a platinum lock of hair behind her ear.

"So... are we fuckin'?" Florence asked, shutting her phone off and placing it on the floor.

"So impatient," Anya laughed lightly. "I'm going to eat you out, darling. Tennerman will watch."

"Good. I've been wanting to get my rocks off. I'm wound tight I'll tell ya." Florence huffed, getting to her feet and kicking her short heels off. I stood awkwardly, keeping my eyes on those tantalizing thighs of hers shuffling around through the confines of her dress. Anya removed her dark blue heels and slowly walked towards Florence, wrapping her pale hands around Florence's waist. Florence let out a low moan and a coy grin.

"Tennerman," Anya called, her eyes locked onto Florence.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Strip while I crack her open." Anya commanded. I immediately sat on the edge of the bed and began to remove my clothes, starting with undoing my tie. Anya groped Florence's thick waist, rubbing her palms up and down her ribcage while her lips were just a hair away from Flo's.

"Good find." Flo murmured in Anya's face as I removed my shirt.

Anya leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Flo's lips. Flo kissed her back, her tongue delving into Anya's. My cock immediately sprang to life as both women kissed each other softly, slight moans and clashing pink filling the room as I removed my pants.

I could tell Anya was struggling to not tear Flo's dress right off of her shapely ass, mostly due to her hands clasping Flo's flesh so as to not go any lower.

Flo's hands moved to Anya's back, fumbling with the zipper of her dress. As Anya pressed herself closer to Flo's body, Flo managed to get the zipper down halfway, causing the straps of Anya's dress to slide down her slim shoulders.

"Eager huh?" Anya cooed after briefly breaking the kiss.

"Quiet." Flo spat, quickly shoving her tongue back into Anya's mouth. I was down to just my socks, my cock throbbing between my legs like I'd never been touched a day in my life. Anya's bare collarbone was revealed, leading down to her delectable breasts that were just barely hidden by her slumping dress. Flo rubbed Anya's bare back while pressing herself even closer to the taller woman.

Anya broke the kiss again, this time placing a hand between Flo's cleavage with a small bead of spit dangling between their lips. Anya grinned and let her tongue out, breaking the bridge of saliva with ease.

"Very good find." Flo looked over Anya's shoulder to see me with a sexy, lip-biting grin on her face. Anya turned around, her eyes widening briefly.

"Agreed." Anya smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"But," Anya sank to her knees with the grace of a dancer, her face right between Flo's thighs. "You need to cum first." Anya whispered.

Flo reached down and lifted her dress straight up her legs, revealing her clean white panties. I heard Anya's breath catch in her throat as she pressed the side of her head against the mountain of womanly thighs that was Florence Pugh's lower half. Anya stuck her tongue out, playfully letting the tip of her tongue dance around Flo's inner thigh.

Flo let out a soft little gasp, her entire body reacting to just the smallest touch. Anya, while keeping those eyes on Flo, turned her head to flatten her entire tongue against Flo's skin. As Anya licked up and down slowly, her hands crept up the back of Flo's legs until they met her gargantuan ass.

"Take 'em off..." Flo muttered. Anya's eyes narrowed before she gripped the thin waistband of Flo's panties. Anya removed her tongue and slowly, agonizingly pulled Flo's panties down her legs. Flo quivered with every single pass of her underwear down her own legs. Anya stared at Flo's bald, slick pussy like it was a rare artifact. I could tell Flo had quite a pretty pussy, despite being on the edge of the bed.

Flo stepped out and kicked her discarded bottoms to the side, spreading her legs wide to give Anya everything. Anya took it, returning her hands to Flo's ass and squeezing hard.

"Yeah... C'mon... please..." Flo begged, closing her eyes in anticipation.

"Patience..." Anya whispered before pressing her lips together and blowing cold air on Flo's burning hot pussy.

"Haaah..." Flo shuddered.

Anya lowered her arms, letting the front of her dress slide even further down her chest as she stuck her tongue out. Anya leaned forward, pressing her tongue against Flo's sweetness and gently lapping away. Smooth and sensual pink on pink with the occasional moan escaping Flo's lips. Anya kept her eyes trained on Flo's as she glided her tongue through her tender, juicy cunt.

I reached down to grip the base of my cock, slowly stroking it as Anya licked Flo into a quivering mess. Fresh, sweet-scented girl fluids leaked down Anya's chin and neck.

"Fuucckk..." Flo's hands wandered around her own curves. She pulled the top of her dress down her pert breasts, squeezing her titties like she wanted to hurt herself. Flo bit her bottom lip as Anya's licking turned into a sloppy tongue bath.

"Eat that fuckin' muff... Yeah..." Flo moaned, dropping her left hand down to the back of Anya's head. Flo ground herself against Anya's chin, lustful eyes fluttering with every motion.

"Mmhhmm..." Anya blurted.

"Fuckin'... awh your gonna make me fuckin'..." Flo through her head back, a deep and heavy moan escaping her cherry red lips. Anya stopped moving her head, now content to just drink up Flo like a shake.

"Haah... fuck... yes..." Flo muttered, her thick back pressed against the wall.

"You taste *so* good." Anya pulled back, her lipstick smeared with creamy goodness.

"Thanks..." Flo huffed, her ass sliding against the wall until it hit the floor with a thump.

"Now," Anya rose to her feet, her long, succulent legs making me grow harder and thicker.

"Tennerman. Spread." Anya demanded, her latex-clad arms at her waist.

I did as I was told, laying down on the bed and spreading my legs over the edge. I stared up at the ceiling fan, feeling Anya's hands roaming over my entire body like I was a human textbook.

"You eat bread?" Anya asked casually.

"Not a lot."

"I can tell," Anya said as she planted a series of kisses along my chest and stomach. Smooth, gentle, and wet pecks glided around my abdomen until they reached my inner thighs.

"Yes... Oh this is what made Taylor cum..." Anya purred. I felt her gloved hand massaging my swollen nutsack, her hot breath buzzing against my oozing cock head. I craned my neck to see Anya staring right at me, gripping my trunk and waving it around.

Anya let out a frothy glob of spit on the tip, watching it fall down into a white mess. Anya then smacked her tongue against my bellend before licking upwards until she reached the top. Anya opened her mouth wide and then quickly abandoned her cool, breezy mystique by deepthroating me.

Loud, sloppy squawking and loose, dragging lips filled the room and forced my body to sink into the bed. Good lord Anya could give head. Arguably better than... No. Despite the otherworldly top I was being given, I couldn't think about her.

I looked down to see Anya with her hands resting on my thighs. Her bobbing head, sopping mouth, and twisting tongue were all working together to put my cock in a balmy lather. Her eyes closed and her face was growing red. She was giving it her all.

I wasn't going to last long. It was borderline impossible with the way she was gobbling me down.

My hands dug into the sheets as shivers traveled all throughout my body like electric shocks. Just as I felt my orgasm rising, Anya pulled her head back, gummy, smiling lips covered in thick slobber. Anya raised herself up and let her dress fall down her chest.

Florence was on the floor, prying her dress off of her body while simultaneously flicking her pussy. Anya gripped her dress from the front and in a surprising display of strength, ripped it straight down the middle. Anya shuffled out of her ruined dress, revealing that she had no panties underneath.

Her pale, svelte, and soft body straddled me, her palms on my chest and her scorching snatch just above my spit-soaked dick. Anya let out a deep, contented sigh as she sank her velvety lips down the entire length of my cock. I let out a groan from the back of my throat as Anya ground her hips on top of me.

Anya's gasps and cries sounded like tears as her snug walls were filled with girth. I moved my hands to her slim waist, digging my fingers into the slick skin of her lightweight frame. Anya's face curled into a lustful smile as she changed her rhythm into a loud, fleshy bounce.

Skin on skin followed by rhythmic, almost violent claps filled the room, briefly overpowering Anya's shrill shrieks. Her slinky, wiry frame milked every ounce of energy from my body and it all began to flow out of my bloated head, a sticky trail of jism leaking into her honey core.

"Yeah... cum... cum for me..." Anya whispered, eyes closed and her mouth open. That accent sucked the air out of my chest, my cock pulsing and filling her with ropes of thick, heavy seed. Anya kept her body extremely still, almost like she was trying to hold her moan.

"Nice..." Flo huffed from the floor. I opened my eyes when I felt Anya's gloved hands caressing my face.

"Very nice." Anya smiled. She then slung herself off of me, a sloppy trail of white flying out of her reddened cunt like an inflated whoopee cushion. Flo rose to her feet, Anya shoved her tongue into her mouth and then jammed two fingers between her thighs.

"What do you want now...?" Anya purred.

Flo turned her head and nodded in my direction. My cock, despite just being put through the wringer, grew back to life at the sight of Flo's hungry eyes.

"Then go get it..." Anya said.

Flo walked towards me with a bounce in her step, her arms and legs swaying like she was on a catwalk. She made it to the edge of the bed, gripped my sloppy trunk, and inhaled. Flo slurped at the grool that coated my cock, her lips pursed and already drenched. I reached down, gripping her blonde mop and guiding her up and down my girth.

Flo kept her eyes trained on me, both hands still gripping my shaft while she took every inch. Slobber leaked out of her mouth, drenching everything in spittle. Anya was watching with wide eyes, but she didn't seem excited. More so envious. I didn't give it much thought, mostly because of the gagging blonde between my legs.

I let go of the back of her head. Flo pulled back with a gasp, bubbly spit leaking down her chin and neck.

"I need that fuckin' dick in me." Flo spat, rolling over to her back and spreading those delicious, creamy sweet thighs of hers. I got to my knees, my cock pulsing harder than ever. I tapped the head of my dick against her pussy lips, a trail of fluids clung to it.

"Cmon... Fuck me big guy..." Flo purred, clearly trying her best to mask her mild fear with an air of confidence. That air immediately disappeared when I slid my girth inside of her, all of it escaping from her chest and out of her mouth.

"ohhh... fuck..." Flo groaned, her entire body tightened but her jaw went slack. I slowly filled her up, my eyes trained on her vulva stretching around my girth. I gripped Flo's legs, stretching them forward until her feet were at her head.