Scs Championship 07

After fucking Blake Lively's pussy and ass for the second time in the shower, they had dried off. Ryan was about to get dressed when Blake had jumped him and coerced him into another round on the bed. After the third time they had fallen asleep with Blake's holes overflowing with his cum.

"Shit," Blake cursed, which woke up Ryan from his slumber. "We should get going. Scarlett will be furious. But don't worry, I'll take the full blame."

Ryan quickly got dressed, failing to keep his eyes from Blake's frame as she had her back turned to him.

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"Enlighten me, if you will," Scarlett Johansson said out loud while circling around Ryan. He was seated on a reclining office chair in a room filled with monitors, camera equipment, and other technical stuff. The lights had been dimmed upon his entering. "How is it you're doing so well?"

"Do you mean--"

"Yes, I mean in this competition." She stood still in front of Ryan, arms crossed and propping up her bosom. Her foot was impatiently tapping.

"Uh," Ryan began. He glanced at Blake but found the blonde staring at her tablet, not giving the interrogation any attention. He thought about how he would answer this question he had never spent a second thinking about. Scarlett continued, giving him more time to formulate a response.

"You see, only an administrative error brought you here. There have been some before, I must admit, but those losers never lasted as long as you. Most cream their underwear where they stand upon seeing the likes of Ana de Armas or Taylor Swift, but not you. No, you, Ryan Hosling, somehow fuck your way through every round and leave the celebrities with such an impression I hear them talking about you in the hallways. So it got me wondering, how are you doing this while others couldn't? What's your secret?"

Ryan blinked. Did they really talk about him?

"What's your secret?" Scarlett repeated.

"Secret? There's no secret. Just... good preparation and focus, I guess?"

"Ha," Scarlett scoffed, "nice try. This isn't a school test. I won't be so easily persuaded. Good preparation and focus..." That last part was said to mock his response. Scarlett faced him and placed her hands on the arm rests of the chair, leaning her torso forward, cleavage deepening. With an intense stare, she said, "One might think there's outside help involved."

"What, you think I'm cheating or something?" Ryan shook his head. "It's nothing like that."

"Then what is it? What gives you that edge? No outsider has even come close to your level, ever."

The corners of Ryan's mouth curled upwards. "I think I know how. You really want to know?"

"Indulge me," Scarlett said, waving her hand dismissively, feigning disinterest.

"It's something Ana said. Right at the start, in the first round. A few simple words, but they changed everything."

Scarlett turned to look at Ryan, intrigued by what was to follow. "What did she say?"

"Something along the lines of: focus, stop being star-struck, get your head in the game."

Scarlett Johansson studied him, expression softening slightly. "And that was enough? Just those words?"

Ryan nodded, smile lingering. "More than enough. Sometimes, all it takes is someone believing in you, reminding you of what you're capable of. That's where my strength comes from. Not from cheating or tricks. Just... belief." Scarlett seemed to weigh his words, balancing on the edge of whether or not to accept them. Her eyes kept glancing back at him. "I see your ploy," Ryan said, smirking and suddenly standing up. Scarlett took a step back in surprise, but failed as she felt the desk blocking her retreat. "I don't believe you're interested in the how. Is that envy I hear in your voice? Or maybe simple curiosity? Hearing so many others talking about the what, I think you're only using the why to lure me here."

Scarlett chuckled like a villain, a stark contrast with her appearance as a pristine beauty. "Nice deduction. What gave me away?"

"The way your eyes keep flicking down to my crotch, maybe?"

"Well, since I've been caught, and I expect no objection from you, let's throw the theatrics overboard." Scarlett and Ryan met in a violent embrace, hands exploring each other's body and tongues dancing between lips. With experienced fingers, they got undressed until Scarlett was in her lace underwear and Ryan in his boxers.

Ryan twisted Scarlett around and undid her bra strap, allowing her full, ample breasts some much deserved freedom. Unrestrained, Scarlett's breasts seemed to increase in volume, but barely dropped into their natural position firmly on top of her chest, without much of a sagging effect expected from such large tits. Ryan brought his hands around to the front and gave her marvellous bosom a good kneading.

Just pausing a moment to let him take her in, Scarlett was clearly satisfied as she bit her lower lip and smiled, eager to continue. Her delicate hands brushed over his bulge and pulled down his boxers. Meanwhile, Ryan was busy cupping and squeezing her excellent tits, holding and massaging them, using his fingertips to coax her stiffening nipples. Keeping one hand on her bosom, he used his other to slide down the curve of her back to her ass, delivering a good squeeze and quick spank.

Scarlett gasped, and lustfully thrust her hand into his boxers, wrapping her hand round his already hard cock. She stroked him, causing him to shiver from pleasure. His hands grabbed at her firm ass before he hooked a finger in the waistband of the lace bottom piece and pulled them down. Scarlett continued to stroke him, using her other hand to push his boxers down. His hand slid from her breast down her torso and found its way to her naked pussy. He slid across her wet folds and Scarlett tensed, hand clamping down on his cock, body shivering with a gasp of restrained pleasure.

"Blake, you want to join?" Scarlett asked her assistant.

"Nah, I'll skip, I'm still too raw from yesterday." Blake locked the screen of her tablet and made for the door.

"Your loss," Ryan and Scarlett said simultaneously. They laughed and were too focused on each other to notice the door closing behind Blake.

Scarlett planted a couple of kisses along his chest before lowering herself to come eye to eye with his hard cock. Grasping it again at the base, she started stroking along his whole shaft. The other hand cupped his balls while she looked up mischievously. Scarlett moved her mouth and spat on his tip, adding lubricant to the long strokes she gave to his cock, from base to tip. Eventually, leaning forward and winking at him, she thrust her hungry mouth onto his cock.

Scarlett's full, plump lips slid over his shaft. Ryan shuddered with pleasure when she wasted no time in starting to suck at a swift pace. Still picking up speed, Scarlett's tongue worked double time, licking at his shaft and swirling around his tip. Her head bobbed enthusiastically, her tight ponytail shaking around. She matched the pace with her hand stroking whatever part of his shaft wasn't inside her warm mouth. Scarlett's caused waves of pleasure running through Ryan. Was this the best blowjob he had received in this competition?

Scarlett shifted a little, moving her free hand in between her legs to play with her wet folds. She removed his cock from her mouth and let it point at the ceiling while she licked the underside before taking it into her mouth again. Scarlett placed the hand that was working his shaft on his hip, and plunged down to take more of him inside her mouth, his tip starting to edge down her throat. That didn't stop her as she gripped his hips and jammed her mouth down on his cock. Scarlett Johansson whorishly sucked him off, slurping and barely gagging on his cock. Ryan couldn't resist and grabbed her ponytail. With a firm grip, he helped to pump her head up and down his cock.

Ryan loved how Scarlett took it so perfectly, even staying calm as his balls pressed against her chin, her lips pouting around his thick base as his tip entered her throat. He pumped it in and out of her wet mouth and she looked up devilishly with her seductive eyes. Her look resembled that of someone calm, as if she was somehow still masterfully in control while Ryan fucked her throat.

Ryan did not want to finish in Scarlett's mouth and pulled her off his cock suddenly. She breathed heavily, keeping eye contact, and blew bubbles with mixture of saliva and precum that filled her mouth. She let it run down her chin onto her tits, giving the pale orbs a pleasant shine. Ryan drew the gorgeous actress to her feet and lifted her onto the desk. Scarlett slung her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Put that fucking cock in me already," she moaned, begging to be fucked.

His tip touching her wet folds, he pushed forward and penetrated Scarlett Johansson's soaking pussy. Ryan felt her give way quickly but still hold him tight. Scarlett's pussy hugged every inch of his cock as he pushed into her. It felt snug and tight but still allowed him to slide all the way into her hot pussy. They both groaned in delight.

"Fuck yes, fuck me nice and hard," Scarlett growled as she was fucked with long and strong thrusts.

Ryan simply focussed on his movements, trying to ignore the squeeze of her tight pussy on his throbbing cock. The feedback he received from the pleasure he was providing Scarlett was sending electricity through his body and his cock began to tingle. Luckily there were Ana de Armas's words for occasions such as this. Focus, breathe, get your head in the game. And his stamina was restored.

Scarlett's legs squeezed his waist tighter and her body quivered as he kept pumping into her hard. She gave a deep moan as he picked up the pace even more and she climaxed hard on his cock. She leaned back on the desk and her perfect tits wobbled with each thrust Ryan gave. Scarlett squealed in excitement, her breath coming in irregular gasps. Ryan kept pounding until her orgasm had passed.

Ryan pulled out and helped Scarlett down, turning her around, and bending her over the desk. Her large tits served as cushions and her ripe ass bounced delightfully as he slapped it. Scarlett pulled her ass cheeks apart and revealed her asshole. "Get that thick cock in my ass!" she demanded.

Ryan simply grabbed the base of his cock to position it. Scarlett smiled widely as he pushed his cock inside her welcoming asshole. wet enough from fucking her pussy, he started to thrust into her backdoor. Scarlett let out a loud, sharp gasp with each thrust he slammed into her from behind. Her pussy contracted with each little surge of pleasure that Ryan's cock inside her ass brought. Her body wanted to squirm from the pleasure she received, but Ryan held her firmly in place.

Scarlett whimpered at the rough handling, but began pushing her ass backward to meet his thrusts. With his continuous powerful thrusts, her asshole squeezed hard on his cock. Scarlett moaned at being roughly taken, just the way she loved it. It evolved into a shrill cry as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Ryan felt her squirt as juices from her soaking pussy sprayed down his legs.

"I'm cumming, Scarlett," Ryan gasped through gritted teeth. He kept plunging into her tight asshole, feeling its walls clamping down hard around his cock. He fucked her hard right up to the edge.

"Cum inside me," Scarlett groaned, pushing herself onto his throbbing cock, "fill my ass with your hot cum."

Ryan grunted and released his cum inside Scarlett Johansson's ass. Blast after blast of hot cum coated her insides in a sticky substance. When he was finished, his tip came out with an audible pop, quickly followed by a rush of his cum. Scarlett turned around and kneeled. She took his tip in her mouth and sucked the last drops of cum out.

"Fucking amazing," she said, leaning back and giving her own tits another squeeze for good measure. "Now get yourself dressed. I'm gathering the finalists for an announcement."

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"Welcome everyone," Scarlett began. "And congratulations to you all for reaching the final!"

There were smiles and few a claps. Ryan looked around him at the so-called finalists. He was happy to see Ana de Armas, the cuban actress with whom he'd started this incredible journey. She was standing together with Taylor Swift and Megan Fox. They were a magnificent trio in short dresses that put their flawless legs in the spotlight. Jennifer Lawrence was whispering something to Alexandra Daddario and Margot Robbie, all three giggling at the hushed comment. Ariana Grande was also there, standing suspiciously close to Michael B. Jordan, one of the men in the final. The two redheads Bryce Dallas Howard and Christina Hendricks were surrounded by the remaining male finalists: Jason Momoa, Chris Evans, and Chris Hemsworth.

"As you're all well aware," Scarlett's eyes flicked to Ryan, "well, almost all, the final rounds of the previous editions have always been a continuation of the knockout stages. One couple against another until only two couples are left. Those keen enough amongst you have probably already noticed this isn't possible this year. Excluding myself, there's nine women and five men left. That's why we're doing something else." Scarlett scrutinized each individual standing before her. "It's a free-for-all orgy."

"Ooooh," squealed Ariana excitedly, clapping her hands and doing a little dance. Michael B. Jordan's eyes instantly flicked to her modest bosom where her tiny tits tried their hardest to bounce up and down.

Jason and the two Chris's gave high-fives while saying, "Hell yeah!" Bryce and Dallas, surrounded by the three men, gave smirks and eyed every male contestant with a fiery hunger.

Ana de Armas broke away from Taylor and Megan to approach Ryan. "Excited?" she asked him.

"Anxious, more like," he said.

The stunning Cuban actress put a hand on his shoulder. "If there's one man who can handle all these sex-addicted celebrities, I'm putting all my money on you."

Ryan smiled politely, nodding his head in appreciation for Ana's compliment.

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TO BE CONTINUED...