Xxxpresso

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

XXXpresso

Starring Sabrina Carpenter

(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)

By MrMaxLord

"I can do that later," Cameron McCoy muttered to himself. He was looking at the modular walls that divided his loft apartment between business and personal. At night he usually took it down because business hours were over and there was no need for the barrier anymore. He never had it up when he had no appointments. However, 99% of the time when he did have an appointment he put it up to keep some kind privacy despite having his business in the same area as his regular living quarters. Today was one of those days in the one percent. He only had one appointment.

What was Cameron's business? Costumes. Stage costumes mostly. He had worked for everyone from bands and musicians just trying to make it to professional cosplayers to the hugest pop stars of the day. The latter was on the docket for him on this day, one Sabrina Carpenter. He'd worked with her before in designing things for her more recent live performances. She had gotten really into the pin-up aesthetic and he had cooked up a good number of things she had gone with for two tours in a row and now she wanted something similar but a bit different for her performance during the Grammy Awards ceremony. Something that had the feel of old MGM musicals but still remained tied to the lingerie pin-up style she'd fallen in love with.

Sabrina wasn't the first pop star he'd worked with but maybe the only one who kept coming back. Cameron was always an option on the way up but once some folks hit a certain point there were off to names who actually had studios separate from their living quarters. He took no offense to it of course. Hell, he was surprised any of the female clientele came to him in the first place simply due to the face he was neither a woman nor a gay man. Understandably, a lot of women wouldn't want a guy they didn't know who might enjoy touching them a bit too much touching them for measurements. However Cameron never crossed any lines; he liked money too much. However that didn't mean he didn't enjoy those fittings a bit more than he should have, especially in the case of Sabrina. He hid it well but the petite, curvy spinner was exactly his type.

Still, Cameron was a professional and that's how it stayed. Any flirtations were done in jest from both of them and that's where it stayed. The pay was too good to risk it...despite always getting the feeling from Sabrina she'd be more than down. Though he always just played that off as just her energy, the sprite being a sexy, witty wet dream with a voice that'd melt a man save for one important part of their anatomy that would stay hard as a rock.

Cameron had both parts of the Grammy stage outfit ready for a final fitting, both on two mannequins. It was just a matter of whether or not Sabrina was going to continue her streak of punctuality. With a knock on his door, the streak continued.

He answered the door and there the Short n' Sweet singer was. Sabrina was in her typical casual gear of a t-shirt that showed off a bit of tummy and jeans that he couldn't tell if they were intentionally baggy or just normal jeans that looked baggy on a woman of her stature. Sunglasses and some white sneakers completed the casual look.

"Hey there," she said, gently pushing her shades down her nose and giving Cameron a view her baby blues. "Is the outfit ready or did you just get me down here to get out of my clothes?"

"Well either way you'll be dropping trow, so..."

"Someone's confident." Sabrina winked at him as she removed her sunglasses completely and slid them on to her shirt as she walked into Cameron's loft. She wasn't two steps in when she noticed the sudden lack of walls where they once were and a whole different side of the studio she'd never seen before, one that looked a lot less "studio" and a lot more lived in with the chairs and couch and the bed which she focused on a bit more than any other newly discovered bit of geography in this new world revealed. "Now that is new, you trying to give me a hint or just a written demand of your expectations?"

"I have no expectations except for the outfits to fit and for you to walk away a happy customer," Cameron said, coming up behind her as she looked as his living area.

"You sure about that?"

"I always take the walls down when I'm not working and put them back up when I do. Just didn't feel like it today."

"Sure, that's all." She turned around and smiled a seductive smile at him. "You mind if I have a quick look around?" asked Sabrina.

"Go ahead, I'll do a couple of last minute measurements before you do the final fitting."

When Cameron went off to do that, Sabrina went in the opposite direction to his living area. For most part it was nothing new; a couch, some chairs, a TV with various different things attached to it, books and pictures on shelves, etc; though her eyes kept going to the bed. At least they did until Sabrina found something so much more interesting.

"Now what do we have here?" she asked herself as she approached the wall. And not like the modular ones that Cameron had let down. Well, not completely. It was pretty much a little mini set, though for what turned out to be a question Sabrina just had to know.

The backdrop itself was tiled and seemed kind of neutral, something to be played with both with lights on set and perhaps during editing to set the right mood. However considering the hanging chains attached to it there were few moods that could be set.

Sabrina ran her hands over the chains. The metal was cool to the touch and though it looked dirty and filthy as she looked closer she could tell that was just cosmetic. She wouldn't be surprised if they were cleaned regularly, which also raised some questions with possibly very yummy answers.

Sabrina stepped up on the small set to get a closer look, jangling the chains further and gaining Cameron's attention drawing him to her. When he arrived she was leaning against the stage wall, one foot against it while her hand grasped handfuls of the chains wrapping them around her wrists.

"Care to explain sir?" asked Sabrina, eyebrow cocked.

"No problem," he said approaching her. "It's honestly far less salacious than you think."

"Considering my imagination you're probably right but please go on."

"Well to supplement my income I shoot sometimes for OnlyFans models."

"Okay, that's pretty salacious. You photograph people fuck here?"

"No, not all the time," he said. "Mostly it's just the model getting nude. And that's just one of the sets. I sometimes help with the costuming if it's a specific custom order."

"Okay, but you do sometimes photograph them fucking, right?"

Cameron took a breath, hesitating in telling her until he saw just how much her eyes were sparkling and how hungry her smile was. "Occasionally. If they're willing to pay SUPER well."

"Oh my GOD that's so fucking hot," Sabrina said. She stepped off the miniature stage and walked over to the bigger, more cushy couch he had on his side of the deconstructed partition than he had on the business side. "Did they fuck on your bed? On this couch?" She ran her hands over the leather upholstery.

"No, they fucked on the sets."

"Okay..." Sabrina rose and walked up to Cameron. "Did you ever fuck them off camera? In your bed?" She looked up at him, her mouth open just enough to show her tongue curling up around her teeth.

He took a few moments before answering. "Yeah. Only a couple."

"Fuck..." she said said with a grin, pacing back towards the couch then turning around to face them. "Who?"

"I don't think you'd know them."

"Don't underestimate my x-rated knowledge Cammie-Boy." She flashed her sultry smile at him and it started to dawn on him that this might not be Sabrina's usual play flirting. Then again he always doubted she was playing and right now she was laying it on much thicker than usual. "But, keep your secrets I guess. Just because they fuck for a living doesn't mean they need their personal sex life spread around. Still, a girl can wet dream."

Sabrina rose from the couch with a fake pout on her face and headed back towards the business end of the loft. "I'm going to go get ready for the fitting. Is the dressing screen still over by the light kit?"

"Yeah, same as always."

"A girl loves reliability," she said before walking away. Cameron followed her, taking a seat on the business couch while he waited for her to step out from behind the screen. His head was swimming at the moment, trying to decide if he should in fact shoot his shot and risk the reliable payday Sabrina had supplied or just handle it all in the shower after she left. If he wasn't so distracted he would have realized the decision had been made for him. He would have looked to the mannequins and noticed that while the sparkling powder blue shoes she was to wear we gone, both pieces of the outfit were not. But that was not enough to break him from weighing his options. Sabrina herself, rather, would.

First he heard the click-clack of the shoes on his hardwood floor. That got his attention and he turned up expecting to see Sabrina showing off the powder blue bodice he had put together for her. He did not see that. He saw for more and far less.

"So, what do you think?" she asked, her nude body on complete display. The sexy songstress did a little twirly showing him everything she had from her perky tits, shaved pussy, to that succulent apple bottom of hers. And Cameron's eyes were on her, his jaw agape as her took her now unrevealed form in.

"Holy fuck," he managed to get out.

"Mmm, I like that. You know a lot of guys when they see me naked say the cliché things like

'You're so fucking hot'

, '

damn girl

', and my sentimental favorite '

you are so fucking beautiful

'. It gets kind of boring, kind of like they're trying to seduce me after knowing we're going to fuck. But a good, straight for forward 'Holy shit', or in your case 'fuck'? That just makes me all kind of extra wet."

"Okay, so clearly this isn't play flirting."

"Very observant."

Cameron rose up and headed toward her, taking off his shirt and making Sabrina smile wide with eagerness. "I thought you had a boyfriend."

"I did," she replied. "But he broke the rule. The easiest rule. The one that's so blatant I even have it in a song. A song, I might add, he was in the video for. '

Don't embarrass me motherfucker

'. But he embarrassed me so he doesn't get the pussy anymore. I decide who gets the pussy. And I want you to get the pussy and you clearly want it too. Any more questions?"

"None at all," answered Cameron before leaning down and kissing the tantalizing tart. It was deep and fierce, their tongues wrestling with each other like animals. Cameron's hands roamed her body, taking a good handful of her ass while Sabrina's worked on his pants, flawlessly making quick work of his pants as the fell to the ground.

Sabrina's hand reached down and slowly began to stroke his already raging hard-on, teasing his bulbous head. She looked up to him and spoke in a breathy voice, "You've wanted this pussy for a long time huh? I've noticed. I can feel it in your touch. Always could. The way you gripped my hips, touched me...I could always feel the heat." She licked his lips and kissed him again. "I want to show you something cute."

Sabrina released his cock and walked over to where she had laid her stuff down. The pile of discarded clothes were next to her purse. Cameron watched, thirsty like he'd been wandering in Death Valley and Sabrina's body was the oasis. She bent over and reached into her purse and brought out a tiny flask adorned with white, silvery sequins all over. "This is a little accessory to go with the gown I'm going to be wearing during the event. I already filled it with some whiskey." She turned back around and walked to Cameron again. Once more her tender and skilled grip took hold of Cameron's dick and led him to the business couch. "Take a seat and I'll take a knee," she said. Her wish was Cameron's command. When he took his seat Sabrina sank to her knees. She placed the flask to her side then brought her hands to his legs, running them up and down from knees to thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh before getting to something even more sensitive. Her eyes were locked on Cameron's rock hard cock and with her eyes on the prize Sabrina made her approach.

The sexy sprite began to kiss her way up is thighs, leaving a lipstick trail and bouncing between both legs until she got to her target. Once more Sabrina began to stroke him, though now both hands came to the party, one stroking him while the other cradled his heavy nuts.

"My my my," she said. "Heavy balls...throbbing cock...you know how to make a girl feel wanted Cam." Sabrina moved her mouth just above his cock, giggle a bit when it twitched from the sensation of her hot breath on the head. She extended her tongue and gave a slow lick on the head like an ice cream cone and nearly made Cameron melt.

"Fuck...fuckkkkk," Cameron groaned at the first contact. Sabrina swirled her tongue her tongue around like trying to catch the run off from a waffle cone on a hot July day before wrapping her lips around the tip of Cameron's scepter. "Sabrina..." he moaned, looking down as she began to suck. He reached down to hold her golden locks back, not wanting to miss a moment of her gorgeous face devouring his cock. He wasn't guiding her or forcing her down or controlling her movements in any way; there was no need to. That would interrupt her tantalizing display of oral skills.

Cameron's toes curled as Sabrina worked. She started out hands free, rotating her her hand and sensually sucking and snaking her tongue over every diamond-hard inch of him. The pace was perfect, not to fast and not too slow and kept Cameron right on that perfect edge, and dancing on it every time. Of course more than few times he almost fell off, whenever she would pull back she would focus strictly on his head, twirling her tongue around in a tsunami of sinful pleasure.

Just as she pushed Cameron to the brink Sabrina pulled off of his cock, but she wasn't quite done with her suckjob, she just wanted to get every last bit of his joy division.

"Fuck yeah, suck those balls...suck 'em," Cameron moaned moments after Sabrina began doing just that, giving his aching and churning balls a good, delicate tongue lashing, loving licking and sucking the orbs into her mouth while she stroked him. It was just a brief pause of sorts, a breather before Sabrina turned the heat up.

Sabrina removed her mouth from Cameron's balls and her hand from his cock and then reached for her flask, unscrewing the top. "Taylor taught me this trick while I was opening for her," Sabrina said. "Usually I'm more of a cocktail kind of girl but she showed me that whiskey has its place." She took a quick swig from the flask and then set it back down. The beautiful blonde didn't swallow the liquor. Instead she pressed her sealed lips against the head of his cock and slid down.

"Holy SHIT!" Cameron yelled, throwing his head back as the sensitive tip of his cock touched the brown liquor held in the sexy she-devil's mouth. The feeling was intense, too intense. It was a heat unlike anything her felt before and as Sabrina began sucking and twirling her tongue around the crown the sensation went into over drive. Of course, this time Sabrina wasn't going hands free, both of them around hist shaft, working her wrists while Sabrina focused on her mouth's attention on the whiskey-soaked head of Cameron's dick.

"Oh fuck...FUCK that's...shit!" Cameron said, his back arching, hips thrusting out of instinct. Sabrina was pushing further and further to his breaking point. He didn't know how much longer he could take it but he know it wouldn't be much longer.

Mercifully, that was when Sabrina pulled back everything but her right hand, clasping the shaft tightly while knocking back the whiskey.

"Mmm now make no mistake, I want you to cum," Sabrina said. "But when you do, I want that love gun to shoot off like a cannon instead of a pistol. And, more importantly, I want you to fuck me. I want you to show me exactly how badly you've wanted this pussy. Fuck me in a way that'll make me write a song about it so I can tell the world how good this dick is. So how about you get to it and fuck this tight little pussy?"

Cameron answered her by getting to her feet and pulling Sabrina up to her feet and making the petite sex kitten squeal when he took a firm grip of her ass and lifted her off her feet until she was raised just a bit above him, able to look down at someone else for once. Cameron began to lower her, her lips going to his and kissing him while she reached between them to grab his rod as she got lower and lower, aiming it at her waiting pussy.

"Fuck...FUCK!" Sabrina growled as she began to sink down on his cock. Her eyes shut and she licked her lips as he filled her up. Sabrina draped her arms around her neck and opened her sapphire eyes. She moaned softly as Cameron began to move her up on his cock before pulling her down again. "More," she sighed. "Gimme more." Again...and again, faster now. "Please...please...please..." Sabrina pleads led to more and soon the petite pin-up bombshell was happily bouncing up and down on his cock with Cameron's arms holding her tight and gravity doing the lion's share of the work.

"Deep...so fucking deep," Sabrina said, every single trip down filling her to the brim. "Fuck this cock is fucking good...mmm fuck tell me how good this pussy feel baby...everything you wanted?"

"And more," he grunted. "So much fucking more." And while that was perhaps the most truthful statement that ever escaped his lips, but despite the fact that Sabrina's pussy was paradise his legs were getting tired. However his eyes caught a solution to the problem.

Cameron withdrew from Sabrina for the briefest of moments and carried her over to the nearby kitchen table laying her down on it. He hooked his hands at her thighs and pulled her close at him while Sabrina craned her head up and looked at him, pleading, "Put it back put it back...fuck me!"

As Cameron had no intentions of denying either of them any longer than necessary, he pushed back inside her, making the pixie very happy.

"Yesssss that's fucking it..." she said with a smile. "Deep...nice and deep...fuck me...fuck me me hard baby..."

Cameron pulled almost all the way out, the head barely inside of her before pushing back into her, making her writhe and moan on the table. And he did it again, pressing deep inside of Sabrina's cunt and working his hips. Slow, deep and hard, every drive forward made Sabrina feel like someone was messing with the thermostat with how hot it was all getting for her. And then Cameron began to fuck her harder, faster, so hard and so fast the wooden table she found herself splayed upon began squeak against the hardwood floor of the loft. She rose up, leaning on her elbows while she caught Cameron's attention, forcing her lover to lock eyes with him her.

"Don't stop...fuck that thought better not cross you fucking mind," sue said. "Give me every inch and don't...nggg...don't stop..."

"Wasn't...nnff...thinking about leaving this perfect fucking pussy."

"Mmm fuck yes baby," she said with a smile that soon turned to an o-shape, moaning loud when he hit just the right spot just the right way. "FUCK...fuck you're so fucking good!" When she was able to open her eyes again they gazed into the living are, namely the bed. "Over there," she said, sloppily motioning with her there. "Fuck me over there baby."

Cameron lifted her up again, this time refusing to let his cock leave the creamy confines of her pussy. He didn't take her to the bed first, but to the modular wall set with the chains. He pushed her up against the wall, which itself was thankfully against a real wall so he and Sabrina didn't fall to the floor. Despite not yet quite being at the desired destination, Sabrina rolled with it, taking her hands and wrapping her wrists in the chains.