All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
(MF, Cons, Oral, Anal)
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A surprising amount work went in to casual sex. The name itself implied the term to be something with no thought to be put into it. Sure it could be like that, however like most things effort went a long way. Or that's at least what Fred Batson and Ariana Grande found.
Though at this point it wasn't THAT casual. There was no misunderstanding between them. This was lust, not love. They had nothing in common except the desire to cum with one another. That much was obvious when they first met at some big gala, the kind where everyone pretends they're having a good time at and actually wearing comfortable clothes. The moment they locked eyes everything was understood.
It wasn't love at first sight. Neither saw growing old with each other, surrounded by generations of spawn around them with smiling faces. What they saw was him fucking her in a variety of positions. They saw his head between her legs and Ariana gagging on his cock.
That initial eye contact ended with Ariana swallowing his cum after being fucked in a broom closet that night. It wasn't the first time either. However it wasn't a daily thing or even monthly. They both had real lives outside of their trysts and loves of their own.
Despite that neither considered what they had any kind of infidelity. To them that would have required some semblance of feelings aside from the desire to cum. Such a thing just didn't exist. They barely spoke aside from formalities. Speaking ate up valuable fucking time.
Still, just because they didn't consider it that didn't mean their spouses wouldn't. They were both married and while they were both able to add the adverb of "happily" to that statement there were however some things they couldn't get at home. It wasn't much. Both Fred and Ariana had partners who were remarkably sexually open.
However, Fred and Ariana had other needs. They both liked things a little rougher. Dirtier. Filthier. The kind of things they wanted they didn't know if their partners could provide. The filthy talk, the roughness, the lack of rules. It's the kind of desire recognized once you cross eyes with another person who shares the same hunger that's been chained up too long.
The people they loved had fire to the them. The passion between them burned still, but it was a different burn. It was the burn of a good bourbon, a preamble to an intoxicating time.
What existed between Fred and Ariana was more like moonshine. No preamble, all intoxication with a white hot burn.
The lack of rules was what made it fun, though Ariana did have one unbreakable rule. That rule? No one got to cum in her pussy but her husband. In her mouth, in her ass, anywhere on her body but just NEVER in her pussy. It wasn't so bad as Fred had two wonderful internal options and Ari's face looked nothing short of perfect completely covered in cum.
The location was always the same, an apartment that Fred and his wife kept in the city. It was a studio that they kept for those night when they didn't want to drive an hour back in shitty traffic. All it really had, all it needed was a king size bed, a couple of chairs, a coffee table and fridge stocked with the barest of bare essentials. The bathroom was similar. It just had soap, shampoo and some travel kit sized tubes of toothpaste and toothbrushes with two unopened as back-ups ready to go.
It was the perfect place as Fred's wife would never have reason to show up unannounced and Ariana's husband had no clue of its existence. All it took was a simple excuse from each to cover their absences from home. For Fred he was working late, dead tired and didn't feel like driving. For Ariana, late night at the studio. Simple and effective.
That was the hard work. The easy part was next, then the best part. In the apartment, Fred was waiting for the easy part to be over with. He always arrived first at the apartment. It was a precaution more than anything else. He'd be the first to arrive and wouldn't leave until morning. Ariana would leave at the first and best opportunity, which tended to be an hour after they were done using each other.
He sipped a bottle of water and sat in a chair, waiting. Not obsessively. Every so often he'd watch a quick YouTube video or look up something on his phone. Just to kill time until Ariana arrived. The buzz of the intercom signaled it, but he went to answer it just to be sure.
"Yes?" He asked into the intercom.
"I'm here." Ariana replied. He buzzed her in. The countdown to to the ending of the wait had begun. He took a seat on the corner of the bed, facing the door and awaiting her. The door was unlocked. No need to knock and she'd lock up behind her. This was the routine.
Like clockwork, the routine played out. The door opened, Ari locked it. The only variable was always what she wore and in keeping up with that tradition, the routine continued. There was a coat folded on her forearm, obviously what she had used every step of the way before arriving to his front door. It was off now, and her outfit was on display all for him.
It was a white lace number, almost a bodice if not for the skirt on the bottom. A short skirt though, showing a lot of thigh until those delicious thigh high boots hit. Not enough left to the imagination, but that wasn't necessary and both knew it. What was necessary was Ariana to wear clothes that screamed "FUCK ME". And not just for Fred's sake, it was a turn on for her as well. Especially when she saw and felt how horny he was when he took it off of her.
She hung the coat up and locked the door. She looked at Fred with a friendly smile. "Water in the fridge?" Ari asked.
"As always." Fred replied. The sexy songstress went to the fridge and got a bottle of water, taking a few big gulps. For what they had planned, hydration was a must. Ariana set the bottle down on the counter and re-screwed the cap, eyebrow arched as she looked at Fred. That was all he needed. He got up from the bed and rushed Ari, lips smothering hers as his hands picked her up and sat her on the counter.
She bit his lower lip, tugging it while her hands made quick work of his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt at a speed that either made her a super human or an expert at slight of hand with the way they glided over each small button.
Fred wasn't exactly hanging back letting Ari do all the work. He took care of his own belt and zipper, his pants falling away and his hard dick springing forth and ready plunder the petite pop princess' pussy. He roughly felt his way up the skin of thigh and under her skirt, ready to tear her panties straight off. However, his hand brushed up against no lace, cotton, or satin. Just a wonderfully wet pussy.
"Oh you little fucking harlot," he said with a grin and a growl.
