Elsewhere, in a place that was as far away from heaven as could be, Alex watched as his live porn leads made sweet love to each other, Samantha’s sensual moans filling his ears – but they kept it slow and tender, which bored him quickly, making him minimise the cam view as he turned to survey the mess that was his bedroom.
Cheryl and Jessica had pretty much become his sex slaves; his aphrodisiac providing an alternative (albeit less powerful version) to Tom’s magic touch. He found quickly that Jessica (his current favourite) was a nymphomaniac, she was hungry for sex even before the aphrodisiac kicked in. Cheryl on the other hand, needed more “encouragement”, but once she got down to it she turned into one hell of a slut. Alex walked over to the prone, dark figure that was Jessica, opened her legs and shoved straight in, waking her but also getting a loud moan for his effort. This would relieve his boredom somewhat, he thought as he began to pound away at her in earnest.
Robin was nervous. He was under a lot of pressure as it was – mostly from Alex, but also from his current predicament. Accepting this job was easy enough (he didn’t have much choice), and it had somehow gone smoothly since Tom was willing to cooperate. However, he had no idea what to do from here on out. Sure, he had gotten a sample, and he could run tests on it, but how would he figure out something that was possibly beyond science? The power seemed to come from within Tom, but since his bodily fluids seemingly contained a concentrated form of it, that was what he had to work with. He needed more resources to accomplish anything – but dreaded asking for it. He sighed as he decided to try with what he had first.
The weekend ended too soon for Tom (and Samantha) – they had spent most of it naked in her bed, making love every now and then, but also having some wild sex every few hours. Whilst both were immensely pleasured and satisfied, they couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that it had ended so soon. Tom was over the moon – it wasn’t just the sex, but the feeling of being together with her, almost like she was his girlfriend. Considering his lack of experience with girls, this was a big thing.
Samantha was also experiencing similar feelings. It wasn’t just that strange magical feeling that Tom seemed to emanate, but he also respected her (a far cry from Alex and most other guys) and made her feel so loved. Unable to part with him so soon, she had driven him down to campus and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t resist starting some action which began in the car and ended in his dorm room. She lay panting on his bed with cum leaking out of her pussy as he got dressed and headed off to classes.
On hearing the doorbell, Robin opened the door to his apartment only to be shoved roughly back into his flat. His eyes widened in fear as he realised (although he did guess correctly) who it was. The burly form of the sunglass-wearing bodyguard stepped aside to reveal a smug-looking Alex.
“Ah! Robin…still living in this hell-hole huh?” Alex said cheerily, though even a deaf person (not really) could hear the acid dripping from his tongue.
Still too terrified to speak, Robin could only manage a nod. Alex’s voice darkened a touch as he asked next. “So? Any progress?”
Robin was literally picked up by the bodyguard and deposited on a chair as Alex himself pulled one up and sat down, giving him a questioning, impatient look.
“I need more resour…” Robin’s sentence was cut short by Alex grabbing him by the collar, displaying a surprising show of strength for someone used to others doing his bidding.
“After that stunt you pulled in the previous lab, you dare to ask for more?” Seeing the terrified look was more than enough to satisfy Alex (for now) as he seamlessly changed his demeanour yet again, a gentle smile forming on his lips (which to Robin was even more terrifying).
“Okay fine, I want results – what do you have so far?” he said with an eerie calm totally opposite to a mere seconds before. Swallowing hard, Robin told him in detail.
Fifteen minutes later, Alex’s mind was racing – so it was really true. His own “experiment” with Chloe proved successful, but was more for his entertainment than anything else. He decided to be generous – Robin really didn’t have enough resources to “process” the sample further; the fact that he had somehow discovered an abnormal presence in the microscope was somewhat of a miracle. Even now, he watched with fascination at the unknown particles present in the sample from Tom. Robin had coined it the O-Particle (O for Orgasm), a name he approved of, and he wanted it badly – getting girls with money and drugs wasn’t too difficult, but not as satisfying as making them submit through touch like Tom had done thus far. He made plans to give Robin what he needed, but also set up another experiment just to be sure.
Tom meanwhile was experiencing the best that Fate had to offer him – the blissful elation of being together with his Angel was beyond compare. She was so addicted to him that she had him go back to his room every break he had, where she (more than him) indulged in him, draining his balls so dry that by their 4th round, he was feeling the ache. They ended the day with their sweaty, sticky bodies wrapped tightly around each other, both totally spent but also totally satisfied as they drifted off to sleep. To his utter delight – this repeated itself for the next few days; with only some slight deviation as she had to go off to do her own things every now and then, but other than that, she was all his.
The week flew by before he even knew it, and the weekend was once again upon him. Samantha had gone home the night before (to his disappointment) so he was on his own as he made his way back home for the weekend. Just then, a message came in from a number he had almost totally forgotten about. Robin. Tom made the appropriate detour and was soon at the shady apartment once again. The door opened to his knocking and there was a totally unexpected sight. Half the apartment had been cleaned up and converted into a science lab straight out of a Frankenstein movie set. Robin himself, seemed abit more cleaned up, he was even wearing a lab coat!
“Come, come” he ushered Tom quickly into the apartment, locking the door behind them.
He sat Tom down and was about to speak when Tom held up his hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Before we go any further, I want to know your story.” Tom said, rather firmly he thought.
Robin sighed the sigh of someone who had been slogging for a thousand years. “OK fine. I owe you anyway.”
Robin had been a fine scientist in his day. Securing a lab job in Singapore with decent pay and excellent working facilities, he had it all – till one day, a freak accident had caused the entire lab to burn down. Even though it wasn’t his fault, the blame was pinned solely on him since he was on duty (plus he was the only foreigner). The resulting fallout meant that he was now completely at the mercy of the owner (in this case Alex’s father) – who had passed the job of monitoring Robin to his son; hence his son’s current position of power. It would be impossible for him to repay the debts through working; hence this made him their personal scientist, working almost for free. Of course it helped that he was competent in his job – Alex’s aphrodisiac was made by him after all.
At this stage, Tom didn’t know who Alex was – so he had no idea what he was getting into, but the nice guy in him pitied Robin; and he supposed sharing his unbelievable power with someone who actually believed in it was rather intriguing. “So what’s next?” he asked with curiosity.
“You have experiment” Robin said, fishing in his coat pocket and coming up with a picture, sticking it in his face.
Tom’s eyes widened as he recognised a famous local celebrity (lets call her A for convenience sake), one of the hottest and prettiest ones who could put even his Angel to shame. She was all over the country on various posters and advertisements, and any hot blooded male would love to have a piece of her. The realisation hit him – was he supposed to test out his power on her? The thought excited him – even though he did feel bad, Samantha was by no means his official girlfriend (or was she?). He looked up at Robin who smiled ever so slightly, displaying a rare dose of emotions, but the smile faded as quickly as it formed.
“Event tomorrow, get autograph, shake hand.” He said simply, turning away immediately and getting back to whatever he was doing.
Tom shrugged and went on his way, mind blown by the task he was given. Naturally, he was distracted that night even with his angel, but she was too blinded by his power to notice anyway. The next day came, and Tom approached the event space with trepidation, having managed to make some excuse to pry himself out of Samantha’s fierce embrace. He was early, and A hadn’t arrived yet, though her usual legion of fans were already present. His average looks allowed him to blend into the crowd easily as he shuffled to the autograph queue which had already formed. A arrived a while later, with her usual fanfare and flourish, flashing a megawatt smile at the cameras that melted hearts and turned men to stone. Even Tom felt his throat go a little dry at the bedazzling display. She seemed to have a heavenly glow about her ( like Samantha’s but even brighter) as she waved at the cameras and sat herself down at the autograph table. As the queue slowly shuffled forward, Tom’s heartbeat got faster by the minute – he was both nervous (as she was a celebrity) and excited (about the experiment). Another emotion started to seep in as well – Worry. Would his power work? Or if it did, would it cause an incident? All these thoughts evaporated when he looked up and realised it was his turn, and she was staring at him expectantly (there were cameras about after all).
He nervously handed her the photograph which she signed off with a smile, slightly amused by his shyness (her regular fans were past that stage). She was about to move on to the next in line when his shaky voice piped up.
“Hi…erm…could I please…shake your hand?” stuttered Tom nervously.
This caught her attention, she hadn’t been asked that for a while now, most fans were happy enough with an autograph or selfie. Who was this newbie? She wondered.
She ignored the protests of her security and fans next in line as she extended out her hand to him, smiling at him with her eyes closed. “Sure!” she said, the impact of her famous voice seemed to reach into his soul.
Tom took her hand gently, then remembered what he was supposed to do and squeezed slightly, shaking her hand once before letting go, turning bright red and moving off from the queue. He quickly ran to a secluded corner to catch his breath (he was almost hyperventilating from the excitement and stress) and collect himself. Did it work? It didn’t seem to, he thought, but he had the signed photo and he had accomplished his “mission”. He hoped that would be enough to help Robin and please his boss. He was thinking of going back to Samantha to relieve some of the tension built up by this encounter when she messaged him to say she had an appointment to go to, though she herself wanted him still very badly. Slightly disappointed, he spent the rest of the day running errands for his mum while pining for Samantha.
He was about to reach home when a black Mercedes pulled up alongside him. The door opened to reveal a burly man in a suit – who glared at him like a piece of meat.
“Come.” The man’s voice boomed as he opened the door, inviting him into the car.
“I…err…ah…but…” Tom started to protest that he didn’t know him or where they were going.
The man’s face came within inches of his, his eyes had a cold, icy look about them that brooked no resistance. “ I will not ask again.” His booming voice had a warning tone behind it.
Unable to refuse, Tom shrugged and got in the car; at least it was comfortable. The ride didn’t take long. Tom’s growing suspicions were confirmed when the car pulled up to a prestigious downtown hotel where he was handed off to yet another burly man in a suit (just how many of them were there!?) who brought him to the lift lobby and pressed a room card into his hand. Guessing what he would find in the room, Tom proceeded upstairs and with a slightly hesitant finger, gingerly pressed the door bell.
The door opened to reveal A in all her glory and splendour. She was dressed to match the location – in a long, silky, body-hugging black dress which accentuated her figure quite well, it even had a long slit along the side which went halfway up to her thigh, showing off her long toned legs and perfect smooth complexion. His jaw dropped further when after opening the door, she turned to walk into the room, revealing that her dress was completely bareback all the way down to her waist. She sat up onto a low side table, crossed her legs and beheld him with a slightly curious look.
“Who are you?” she asked simply, cocking her head to the side , examining him from head to toe.
“I’m…j..just an average guy…” Tom managed to sputter, so entranced he was by the vision before him.
A had an air of confidence about her and her self-control was even stronger than that of Chloe’s as she got up and walked over to him, surprising him by stretching out a hand.
“Shake my hand again.” She said, confusing him further.
“O..Okay…” Tom said, too deep into her spell to recognise it for what it was.
As his hand closed around her delicate fingers, Tom witnessed something he had seen before with Samantha. Momentarily, she melted before him as the power from deep within him flowed into her hand once again. As they were in private, Tom’s nervousness was much less (to say he wasn’t nervous in front of her would be untrue) and his grip was more purposeful and firm. He had the rare opportunity to see A at her weakest self; away from the cameras and crowds, she was like any other woman, with her own desires. He saw her mouth open slightly and thought he could hear the sharp intake of breath. But she was not to be beaten so easily, her strong mind regained control as she withdrew her hand and re-established her usual confident demeanour.
“Wow.” She said next, “You’re special.”
Tom could only shrug. She scared him by bursting into laughter. “What’s your name, Mr Average?”
“Tom” he replied, suddenly embarrassed.
She smiled. “Well, Tom – I brought you here for some fun. Let’s get to it, shall we?” Perhaps it was the way in which she said it, but he felt a chill run down his spine. It was like she was toying with him like how a cat plays with its food. This woman was trouble.
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Wow! Imagine to fuck a celebrity. TS can u just make up a name so we can imagine more!
Thats the whole point…if i leave it to your imagination it can be whoever u want it to be
Tom lay on the lush king-sized bed, enjoying the comfort. The sound of the shower could be heard in the background. A had given him quite a show just moments before, turning her back to him and letting her dress fall to the ground, revealing her exquisite figure that most women would kill for (and most men would die to have even just once). She left him like an overexcited, salivating puppy as she went into the bathroom for a shower. She emerged a while later wrapped in just a towel, which was quite possibly every man’s dream. She caught him gawking and smiled to herself, pleased to be in control as she walked over and stood in front of him at the edge of the bed.
“Strip.” She ordered, in a voice of command that any male would recognise.
She was slightly disappointed as his shirt came off – he really was an average guy, but that thought vanished the instant he took off his boxers to reveal his rapidly hardening member. It was huge! Longer and thicker than anything she had ever had or even seen before; and it was still growing! She licked her lips in anticipation as she sought to make it fully hard, wanting to see just how big it could get. That was easy enough – she let her towel fall to the floor, revealing her fully naked form to him. Tom’s mind imploded like a dying star the moment she dropped her towel. She looked every bit as perfect as he had (in fact as all males had) imagined her to be – if Samantha was an Angel, then she was a Goddess. Her skin was absolutely flawless, with not a single blemish or imperfection. Her breasts looked like firm Cs, and though rumours were that she had them enhanced, the truth was now revealed – they were natural, and pretty much near-perfect examples of how breasts should be.
To A’s delight (and expectations), this brought Tom to immediate maximum hardness, and she was wowed by his sheer size. She was worried how it might even fit inside her, but still excited nonetheless. She had made the right decision selecting him, she thought, momentarily forgetting that it was that weird sensation she got when she shook his hand that led to this. She slowly (and sensually) climbed up to the bed and stopped in front of him in a kneeling position, giving him a tantalising close up of her immaculate figure. Tom was turned on, but at the same time, intimated by her aura of self-confidence, so he decided to let her do as she pleased. Unaware of the extent of his powers, she slid her hands up his legs, wanting to tease him, but she got way more than she bargained for when his power immediately flowed straight into her on contact. Since she had two hands in contact with him, the effect had double the intensity as it penetrated her core, smashing through all the barriers of her self-control and making her cum.
She threw her head back and moaned a very long sensual moan, which made Tom’s tool twitch excitedly. Her back arched and her perfect boobs were inadvertently thrust forward at him, making his already red cheeks turn a few shades darker being in such close proximity with one so far out of his league. He felt her hands grip his thighs tighter as her whole body started to vibrate as her orgasm took over all her senses and nerves. Seeing her in ecstasy nearly made Tom cum – only his fear of upsetting her allowed him to hold back despite the incredible visual stimulation he was getting. However, as his hands subconsciously started to come up to touch her, she suddenly became self aware again (still on the way down from the high of her orgasm) to realise what just happened.
The sound of the stinging slap echoed through the room, hitting his cheek with so much force it left a red mark. A regained full awareness when her hands disengaged from his skin as she smiled darkly at him. “Who said you could touch me!” she snapped, scaring him slightly, but she then leant down and whispered into his ear. “yet.” Tom was used to being dominated but this was on a different scale. He winced at the pain on his cheek and put his hands down obediently.
“You!” she said next, “What is….I don’t even….why….” she surprisingly stumbled to find the right words to describe what just happened but came up short, she was still in an orgasmic state after all. Shaking her head in frustration (at herself), she frowned mightly as she tried to comprehend the sensation that came from touching him. She was confused – how could touching him be so pleasurable that it could make her cum? This was a first for her, and it excited her! One thing she did know. She wanted more. She looked down at him and couldn’t help but bite her lip in anticipation, unintentionally (or intentionally?) giving him a CFM look , making his large tool twitch more and leak a goodly amount of precum.
At this stage, Tom was merely a spectator as he watched A slowly but surely lose herself to her lust and desire. Not that he minded, the view in itself was awesome – and he was sure it was a view that very few people had seen before. Oh how her hardcore male fans would react if they found out he had THIS much access to her. His thoughts were interrupted when she spoke.
“Touch me.” She said, in the same voice of command, but this time, Tom felt, a little more subdued; and was that a slight tinge of shakiness in her voice he heard?
He reached up towards one of her luscious C Cups and grabbed, earning an immediate moan for his efforts as she stuck her chest out at him to give him better access. A was once again hit by waves of pleasure from Tom, which once again bypassed all her self-created barriers and heading straight for the pleasure centre in her brain. That it was an erogenous zone that Tom was touching made it all the more intense, and she felt another orgasm rise up within her, threatening to conquer her mind. Of course, she tried to fight it, she was having too much fun dominating Tom to just give herself to him, but it was to be a losing battle as the hairline cracks in her self-control started to expand and spread, threatening to shatter at any moment. Just as she was about to lose total control of herself, she managed to slap his hand away, right as another orgasm hit her.
Even good-two-shoes Tom was amazed – this was the first girl able to resist his power to this extent. He could see that she was right on the edge of giving in completely, and while he was impatient in a sense for that to happen, he knew he had to take it slow, she was a celebrity after all, and he, an insignificant worm in comparison. She did not, however, manage to stop the orgasm (not that she minded), as it hit her harder than the previous one, making her moan in short breaths repeatedly as her pelvic muscles twitched and shook. The sound of her moan was enchanting, her exquisite tonal-trained voice giving it a very rich blend of sophistication and stereo-sound-like effect.
She came down from her orgasm panting hard, as beads of sweat started to form on her naked body, a couple of droplets ran down from her neck to her chest, making for a mouth wateringly erotic sight. Her head (which was thrown back in ecstasy) came down to look at him. She had a wild look in her eyes, like a fire was burning in them, as she looked at him seductively through her now unkempt long curly hair. He could see her biting her lip, the slight frustration of losing control was plain in her expression, but what was even more clear was the burning lust and desire despite her best efforts of maintaining control. Something inside her snapped right then, and A suddenly dived down with no warning and engulfed his cock with her mouth in one swift move, immediately and skilfully using her tongue to swirl around the tip and up and down his shaft.
Unprepared for the sudden assault, Tom tilted his head skyward and groaned in pleasure – out of all the girls so far, A was the most skilful with her mouth and tongue, bringing him rapidly towards orgasm as she slurped and slobbered on his cock hungrily like a bitch in heat. A was lost in a world of pleasure; after two powerful orgasms, her strings of self-control had finally snapped, and she had dived down to devour Tom’s cock without thinking. The moment her mouth came in contact with his massive cock, his power poured into her with even more intensity than before, this time feeling like jolts of electricity which lit up every single bit of her senses and nerves. She was amazed, how could sucking a cock feel THIS good? It was as if he had some magical power as she felt a tingly electrical current-like energy flow into her wherever she touched him, as if she had stuck her finger in an open socket and was being electrocuted, except this was pleasure instead of pain.
The sudden-ness of the blowjob combined with her skill was too much for Tom to take, and he let himself go with a groan, his hands automatically coming up to hold her head as he exploded in her mouth. A felt him twitch and (to her disbelief) grow even larger in her mouth. Familiar with the signs, she clamped her mouth around his cock tightly, not wanting to miss a single drop, but was not at all prepared for the sensations that hit her the moment the first spurt hit the back of her throat. It was like firecrackers had been lit in her mouth, the concentrated “solution” proved to be more than a match for her barriers of self-control, which disintegrated like they were made of brittle glass as another powerful orgasm imploded from within. All that teasing meant that it was a hard orgasm for Tom, and the spurts in her mouth were so strong she could feel every shot hitting the insides of her mouth and throat, with each impact delivering a burst of pleasure so hard she was hit with a mini orgasm with every spurt on top of the main one she was experiencing. His hands coming up to hold her head made it even more intense from the extra skin contact, which caused her to completely let go of her body as she screamed (with her mouth stuffed) and convulsed violently.
As the last shot left him, her last shred of self-control left her as well, as she disengaged and slumped down onto him, her body still jerking and shaking from her multiple orgasms. Not wanting to displease her, he kept his hands to himself, enjoying the view of an orgasmic A, content in the fact that he was one of a rare few to get to see it. She recovered a short while later and looked up at him with cum dripping from her lips (it was a big load) and her unkempt hair giving her a rather frazzled look. It was such an erotic sight, and one that her fans could only dream about, and it was right there in front of him. Gone was the dominant, slightly arrogant vibe she normally gave off, but was replaced with something equally dangerous. The Hunter was now staring straight at her prey, who was about to be devoured in more ways than one.
She crawled up the bed towards him, all the while keeping her wild eyes locked onto him as she positioned herself tantalisingly above his ready-to-go rod. A wet, sticky sensation made him look down – she was so turned on she was dripping wet, and her juices were dripping onto him, each drop sending a jolt of pleasure running through him both from the sensation and also from the fact that she was a celebrity and he was just a nobody.
“It’s your lucky day.” She said sensually in an almost-whisper as she spread her legs and lowered herself slowly onto him. The instant his cock touched her pussy lips was electrifying – the pleasure was so great instead of going slowly as she intended, she let herself go and slid herself all the way down in one swift move, moaning loudly as she did so. Her eyes flew wide open as she felt him fill her up completely – he was the biggest she ever had, but her aroused state and soaking wet pussy made the entry effortless, though she did feel very stretched and stuffed at that point. This she was prepared for. What she wasn’t prepared for was what hit her next – an overwhelming dose of Tom’s power rushed into her then, and being that this was directly inside her, it reached every part of her body faster than before, bringing her to yet another immediate and powerful orgasm.
A was completely blown away. She had never encountered such sensations at this intensity before, and she could never imagine sex to be this pleasurable and exciting – much less from an average looking guy (that he had a big cock was besides the point). She just could not believe she had cum so hard multiple times even before the sex started. As she came down from the latest orgasm – the last vestiges of her control snapped, and she reached back, placing her palms on his thighs (delighted at the additional flow of pleasure) and started to ride him hard and fast in the pursuit of raw pleasure, no longer caring about maintaining control anymore.
This created an immediate problem for Tom. Even though he had just cum, the sight of the famous and utterly beautiful celebrity bouncing up and down on his cock, coupled with the tight fit of her pussy was getting too much for him to bear as he felt the next orgasm coming. Panicking, he tried to warn her that he was going to cum, but found his throat to be dry. He attempted to signal her with her hands but she was too engrossed in riding him and cumming constantly to notice (or care). Just as he was about to cum, he managed to clear his throat to warn her.
“I’m gonna cum!” he said urgently. This got her attention.
Tom was totally unprepared for the (second) slap from A which came with no warning. He cupped his stinging cheek with his hand as he looked at her in confusion.
“Who said you could cum yet!” she demanded with a frown which instantly changed into a smile as she softened immediately.
“Ok Fine, you win this time.” She said as she fucked herself on him a couple more times before getting off and lying down next to him.
It was by far the sexiest sight he had ever seen, and would forever be burned into his memory as he watched her lie on the bed, opening her legs for him. Remnants of cum were still on her mouth, her body was slick and glossy with sweat, and her pussy was still throbbing and twitching from her orgasms (which were still ongoing by the way). She looked at him sultrily and beckoned.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently, giving him all the invitation he needed as he reached for her.
A blinked hard as she found herself in a hot air balloon, floating over an impossibly beautiful landscape. Endless fields of lush green grass and rolling hills passed by below her as the sun smothered her with its warm embrace. A cool breeze washed over her, filling her with an endless calm and made her feel on top of the world as a rainbow in the distance completed the picturesque scene. She felt a fire burning inside her which radiated a heat throughout her entire body, lighting her senses afire. All her pleasure sensors were registering values way off the charts, more than her brain could handle, as she was literally drowning in pleasure.
Suddenly the scene changed back to the hotel room as a particularly powerful orgasm hit her hard, jolting her body so strongly that she arched her back and screamed so loudly that anyone in the adjacent rooms wouldn’t have a doubt as to what was happening in there. Her arms flew up to wrap around Tom (who was still gleefully pounding away into her) as she came and came repeatedly under his intense hammering. This position allowed Tom to last just a bit longer, as it was not as tight, but after a solid 10minutes of pounding, the feeling was coming back and coming back fast.
“Gonna cum…” he warned yet again.
Her only response was to hug him tighter and wrap her legs around his butt, pulling him as close and tightly as possible. Sensing his panic, she leant up to moan loudly in his ear.
“Just keep going!” she moaned, almost incoherently.
“But…but…” Tom got a bite on the neck for his trouble.
“You think I’m gonna ask you to take responsibility? I’ll take care of it…don’t stop!” she panted in exasperation.
Green light given, Tom gave it his all, bringing her through orgasm after orgasm until his own finally arrived in an explosive, climatic end to what was akin to a nuclear explosion. He rammed his steel hard cock all the way in, making her scream, groaning loudly as he fired spurt after spurt of his seeds deep into her juicing, quivering, overstimulated pussy. The difference from the CIM was startling to A, as what felt like explosions of pleasure (which she realised was his spurts of cum hitting her insides) went off over and over inside her love hole, the intensity of the magical sensation was tenfold compared to in her mouth. As if a switch was flicked, this generated the most violent reaction Tom had ever seen as her entire body spasmed and convulsed so violently he had to grab on to her to prevent both of them from falling off the bed. Her legs kicked wildly and her arms thrashed at the air as her hips bucked over and over like a rodeo horse, all the while screaming like a stuck pig as her eyes rolled up and she totally lost control of all her motor functions. As an added bonus, he felt a jet of hot liquid spray from her pussy as she squirted, wetting him and the entire bed.
After he had totally emptied himself into her, he slumped down on to her, still holding her tightly as her body continued to jerk and thrash about like a fish out of water (her mouth was actually gaping like a fish too). This went on for a full 20minutes, with her still moaning and gurgling like she was having fits. When it finally died down, she rolled him off to lay down beside her as she got on top of him and clung onto him like a drowning woman (well, she WAS drowning in his power) before they both fell asleep from the exhaustion.
Several hours later, an exhausted Tom lay on the bed collecting his thoughts. He had woken up to A slurping and sucking on him after their first round, and they had a total of 3 more rounds before she had her fill. He was still in disbelief that he had just fucked a celebrity – and came in her multiple times at that! That thought itself was more satisfying than the wild awesome sex he just had. She emerged then from the showers, looking suitably refreshed (if you could call shaky legs and an exhausted expression refreshed). She beamed her trademark camera smile at him as she threw on some simple clothes before plopping down on the bed next to him.
“You’re good,” She said simply “best I’ve had.” She added, making him blush.
Tom returned the smile – less nervous now that her original intimidating self was replaced with a blissful, satisfied demeanor. He left awhile later (after they both had time to recover about 80% of their mobility), with her arranging for one of the burly suits to drive him wherever he wanted. She didn’t need to tell him to keep it to himself (no one would believe him even if he did). Tom was smiling to himself the whole way home – blissfully unaware that he was but a chess pawn in a much larger game of bitterness, vengeance and power.
The chess player in question had just finished watching the live video feed (of course he had to have the room bugged) and himself had gotten satisfaction - the shapely, naked and cum-soaked figure lying on the bed behind him was proof of that. With this visual proof of Tom’s powers, Alex wanted it all the more, and had his henchmen give Robin some “extra encouragement” in the form of a round-the-clock presence, watching his every move. He turned off the surveillance feed and hit the bed for some much needed rest, not before running a finger across Cheryl’s back and getting a satisfied moan for his efforts. He wanted a new plaything though – he was getting bored with Cheryl and Jessica. An evil smile formed on his lips as he realised he now had material to blackmail A into joining his harem, but of course deep down, his target was first and foremost, Samantha. And now he was getting closer (he hoped) to achieving that.
Robin sat at his workstation, racking his brain on where to proceed. He had succeeded in identifying the strange particle present in Tom’s sample, and was able to extract some of it to analyse further. What he could not do, was replicate the particle, which was necessary if Alex’s desired end-product was to give a constant flow of it. He was under immense pressure and had even picked up smoking again (he had given up the habit years ago). As he stubbed out his latest cigarette in an ashtray that was full to the brim, he sighed audibly in frustration. A cough from the corner of the room reminded him of Alex’s presence (in the form of the bodyguard), which stressed him out even more. He stood to empty out the ashtray, muttering to himself as his mind raced to find a solution.