The training room was massive, modern, and well lit, but Arden Cho wasn't using its modern equipment. She was on the padded ground in black capris and a yoga bra, pushing herself to the very limit. Sweat was positively cascading down her slim, toned, body, and her disheveled, dark brown, hair was flying in all directions, but she forced herself through push up after push up, moving with flawless speed and grace. She told herself that she was a warrior and the days when pain and suffering could have defeated her were long over. But as she pushed away from the ground, a voice rang out in her mind.
"Choke on that cock, you greedy, fucking, whore!"
"GOD YES!" Arden screamed at full volume, collapsing to the floor in mid push up.
Panting heavily, she drew herself into a sitting position, placing her trembling hand on her crotch. It was completely soaked through, and while some of that was sweat to be sure, Arden could feel herself reeling from the waves of an electric orgasm. She was radiating heat, but her veins felt like ice as a spreading blush washed over her face. She glanced around frantically, looking to see whether her unmistakably lewd scream had drawn in her security team. But she remained alone, a small, dark-haired, Asian woman plastered with a sheen of sweat and her pussy juices.
"Goddamn that fantasy," Arden sighed out loud, getting herself back on her feet.
She headed for the massive, marble, shower in her bedroom, determined to solve her problem once and for all.
For as long as Arden could remember, she'd had a secret, nasty, desire: to be completely dominated and degraded by black men. She wanted to be completely powerless, for Arden Cho, singer, master martial artist, and actress, to become some gutter slut with rivulets of cum flowing from each of her well-plowed holes. She jilled off thinking about that almost daily, sometimes cumming forcefully imagining being triple penetrated during a livestream. Her favorite fantasy was announcing to the world that she was abandoning her career to go to work for Pornhub. Up to now, those fantasies had been relatively harmless. Arden simply took care of herself, and went on to inspire the world. But now they were starting to take over her mind, and incidents like her recent experience were becoming more frequent.
Upon reaching her room, Arden opened a secret panel under her cherry wood, four poster, bed. From it she pulled a ten inch dildo almost as thick as her wrist, with a powerful suction cup behind the balls that allowed it to be mounted on her wall. It looked exactly like a veiny, black cock. Arden shivered with lust and fondled it eagerly. Fishing out a bottle of lube, she ran to her bathroom, locking herself in with shaky fingers. The room was soundproof and devoid of cameras so Arden immediately let herself go.
"FUCK YES!" she screamed, violently ripping her yoga bra down the middle. "I'VE BEEN DRIPPING FOR YOU ALL FUCKING DAY! COME USE YOUR LITTLE WHORE. HELL YES! RUB THAT FAT MUSHROOM ON THESE A CUP TITTIES! SLATHER THEM WITH THAT THICK FUCKING PRECUM. THAT'S IT! MARK YOUR FUCKING BITCH! SLAP MY FACE WITH THAT COCKMEAT! DO IT HARDER! BEAT ME WITH THAT MONSTER COCK! SHIT! THAT'S ENOUGH FOREPLAY! GAG THIS MOTHERFUCKING WHORE! PULL MY HAIR WHILE YOU UUOOGHH."
Arden shoved the dildo down her throat, sucking it greedily, with a wanton hunger. Slurping and drooling noises echoed off the tile. Drool cascaded around the invader and down her chin as she forced more and more of the toy into her throat. Only by leaning her head back and opening her mouth as wide as possible was she finally able to take the cock to the hilt. Arden held it in place for four seconds, before it popped out violently and the actress found herself gasping for air.
In a frenzy, Arden grabbed the dick and lubed it generously before leaping into the shower and mounting it up on the wall. She tore her capris from her body in shreds and threw them on the floor as she frantically turned on the water. She squeezed thick ribbons of shower gel all over her body and massaged it in with he hands, creating cascades of suds all over her nubile, young, body. As she continued to wash, she backed her asshole onto the dildo and fucked herself wantonly while massaging her sudsy cunt. In a moment, she was groaning with an animal lust as her free hand squeezed and caressed her perky breasts. Her nipples were engorged and amazingly sensitive. Arden felt a shock every time her hand brushed one. The sting of the water and the heat of the steam both drove the heady waves of pleasure that were consuming the actress alive until they crested into a magnificent orgasm. Arden let out a shriek of pure pleasure and very nearly fell to the floor.
Arden was nothing if not a problem solver, and by the time she'd gotten dressed, she had devised a solution to hers. She was now in consultation with Boland, Derick, and Chris, three members of her security team. They were well-built, black men that sported impressive biceps, steely eyes, and an air of mastery. Much like the Wu-Tang Clan, they were nothing to fuck with, and thus, a good fit for Arden's recurring fantasy. When she had finished outlining her proposal, Chris gave her a skeptical look
