I appreciated that West, despite his usual boisterous nature, had been tactful enough to leave me alone in the hallowed space. My security detail, a pair of stoics, hulking women with arms like oak trunks, stood silently near the reinforced door, their presence a comforting hum of vigilance. And then there was Jamie Fox, perched on a plush, crimson stool, a half-eaten protein bar forgotten in his hand.
He was just like the Jamie Fox on the screen that I knew – talented, quick-witted, and funny as hell, even in his current state of low-key disillusionment, and here, he is nobody, he had been in acting gig for a long time, yet somehow still nowhere near his star potential. Still, His laugh was a surprisingly light, airy thing, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had settled in after West's departure. He is a funny guy, and quite friendly.
"Man, Hollywood," Jamie sighed, running a hand over his freshly sculpted fade, "that shit's a meat grinder, no joke. They chew you up, spit you out, then ask if you want seconds. But you know, I keep at it. Gotta keep the dream alive, even if it feels like it's on life support sometimes, right?" He offered a wry, lopsided grin, catching my eye.
"Though, I gotta say, seeing you here, Sael, it's… wild. You're the hottest damn thing these days, man…. Every screen, every speaker, it's all you… Shit, I heard some execs calling you the second coming of Prince, if Prince had a goddamn supercomputer for a brain… how did you do that?"
I waved him off with a casual flick of my wrist. "Don't really care much for that, Jamie…. The noise, the hype… it's just noise to me…. My focus is the sound, the rhythm…. Everything else is just static… popularity if you let them get into your head… is nothing but trouble,"
He chuckled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "See? That's why I said, you're different... That's why you're gonna change the game…. And hey," he leaned forward, conspiratorially, "since you're waving off the 'sir' thing, I guess we're friends now, huh? Great…. Because frankly, the 'sir' thing was making my ass clench a little... I mean, you got that aura, man, a heavyweight vibe…."
"Heh~" I gave him a rare, small smile.
"Friends sounds good." We'd just clicked, surprisingly. He was a people person, after all, a natural conversationalist, and his energy was infectious without being overbearing.
"Truth be told, Sael," Jamie continued, his voice dropping a notch, "this hip-hop scene, it's… dark... You look at it from the outside, all flash and glitter, but underneath, it's a goddamn swamp. Everyone's so busy trying to out-flex each other, out-thug each other, that the music takes a backseat. It needs a new spark, man. A good, honest-to-god, soul-shaking beat. And I swear to everything holy, Sael, I think you might just be that spark."
"Eh~ maybe," I shrugged, letting the compliment roll off me like water on oil.
"But, that's not what the other rappers said when I suggested they stop mumbling over a two-note loop about their diamond-encrusted dicks…. They seemed quite fond of their 'artistic integrity,' as they called it." I mimed air quotes with a deadpan expression.
"HAHA!" Jamie burst out laughing, a hearty, full-throated sound that echoed briefly in the studio.
"Oh, man, you just made my day! See? You get it. They're stuck in a rut so deep, they think it's a goddamn trench… But you, you're looking at the whole damn battlefield from orbit. That's why you're the genius, Man…"
Just as Jamie was winding down from his tirade, the heavy studio door THUMPED open with a force that rattled the acoustic panels. Wayne West stormed in, a hurricane of ego and swagger, his custom-tailored jacket flapping behind him like a cape.
"Useless noise!" he boomed, his voice cutting through the suddenly quiet studio. He pointed an accusatory finger at the air, as if addressing an invisible crowd of detractors.
"All of 'em! Just goddamn bastard! Nobody's got the vision! Nobody's got the juice!" He spun to face me, a manic gleam in his eyes. "In fact, a lot of those so-called artists are dreaming to be around you, Sael! Dreaming! They'd cut off a limb to be in this room right now!"
He whipped out his phone, a gleaming slab of advanced tech, and shoved it towards me. The screen glowed with an unsettling number of missed calls and notifications, a digital testament to his claim.
"Look at this! Hundreds! Hundreds of motherfuckers calling me, blowing up my line, eager to be in this goddamn room! Begging for a crumb of the genius you're cooking up!"
"Hmmmm~" I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, observing him with a detached amusement.
"And what did you say to that, West?" My voice was calm, a stark contrast to his bluster.
Wayne's grin widened, a predatory flash of white teeth. "Heh! I Deny them all, Sael! Every single one! Told 'em they ain't on your level! Told 'em they need to go back to the lab and figure out what the fuck a real melody sounds like!" He pounded a fist lightly against his chest.
"My life is dope, and I do dope shit! And right now, the dopest shit is happening right here, with You!" He then dramatically ended a call, pressing the screen with an exaggerated flourish, as if hanging up on the entire industry.
I couldn't help it. A genuine laugh escaped me, a low rumble that surprised even myself. It was rare that anyone managed to genuinely amuse me, but West, in his unfiltered, self-aggrandizing glory, was often an exception. "Thank you, West. For your… discernment?"
As if on cue, the door swung open again, revealing Courtney, West's perpetually stressed but impeccably dressed manager. And behind her, it was like a goddamn parade. Twenty women, give or take, streamed into the studio, their movements fluid and practiced.
Each one was clad in nothing more than a scrap of designer bikini, their bodies honed to perfection, glistening under the studio lights. They carried platters piled high with exotic fruits, artisanal cheeses, and crystal flutes bubbling with what I presumed was high-grade champagne. The air filled with a new scent – a mix of expensive perfume, tropical fruit, and something distinctly… carnal. Courtney, ever the professional, managed to keep a straight face as she gestured grandly towards the procession.
"It's all for you, Sael. Wayne thought you might appreciate some… comfort while you're creating your magic." Her eyes, however, held a hint of a challenge, a silent question.
'Hmm? What?' I smirked, my gaze flicking between her and West, who had now dragged a plush, leather armchair directly in front of me, settling into it with a grandiose sprawl.
"Alright, What's the catch, West?" My voice was low, cutting through the sudden hum of conversation and the tinkling of ice. "Because I'm pretty sure a free buffet of bikini models and champagne doesn't come without an agenda, even in your notoriously generous circles."
Wayne West leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, a look of faux sincerity plastered on his face. "No catch, Sael, my man. None at all! I just want your stay here to be extra memorable! Extra comfortable! We went from acquaintance to friends, right? This is just… a friendly gesture. A token of my appreciation for your genius. You deserve the best, Sael. Only the best." He gestured expansively at the bevy of beautiful women, who were now fanning out around the room, some taking seductive poses on the studio couches, others offering platters of glistening fruit with come-hither smiles.
West continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, though still loud enough to carry in the cavernous room. "Look, Sael. We're all adults here in this damn room, right? No kids here… and definitely no pretenses... And let me be straight with you: all of these girls here, every single one of 'em, they are willing to be your bitch. They're eager, Sael. Goddamn eager."
I swept my gaze across the twenty women. They returned my look with varying degrees of boldness – some offered soft, inviting smiles, others a more direct, hungry stare. Their bodies were flawless, toned, and deliberately displayed. Their eyes held no malice, no coercion, only a clear, unvarnished desire. It was unsettling in its transparency, yet somehow… expected in this fucked-up world.
"Continue," I prompted, my tone neutral, giving nothing away.
Wayne clapped his hands together, a sharp PAH! that made a few of the girls flinch slightly. "See? I told you he's a straight shooter! Alright, so," he leaned in closer, his voice dropping another notch, "these, my friend, are some of my hoes... Some of the best, actually. Some I ain't even fucked yet, just kept 'em in reserve, you know? But for you, Sael? I can give you any of these bitches…. Any of 'em. Pick your poison, my man. And rest assured, these women, they all want to be with you. They know who you are, they know what you can do…. And they know what it means to be chosen by a genius like Sael."
My eyes drifted back to the women. As if on cue, they started to wave seductively, some biting their lips, others slowly running a hand down their thigh or arching their back slightly. The air thickened with their unspoken invitations. It was a well-rehearsed performance, a silent chorus of eager submission.
I let out a slow sigh, the sound barely audible over the soft chatter and clinking glasses. The offer was blunt, transactional, and utterly typical of this world. My mind, however, was already moving past the flesh, calculating the true value of this exchange.
"Does this mean," I said, my voice cutting through the sensual haze, "that you want me to complete your album, West?"
Wayne West's face split into a wide, almost manic grin.
"YES! Goddamn right, Sael! You got it! Same deal, man! Fifty percent of the back-end, and full credits to you as Composer and Executive Producer! Plus," he lowered his voice,
"Anything that happens here, Sael, any… arrangement… it stays between us… Completely secret. Your reputation, my reputation, all good. We're building an empire here, brother!"
I leaned back further in my chair, the soft leather creaking under my weight. My fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat against the armchair – a habit when I was deep in thought. Courtney and West were practically holding their breath, their anxious anticipation palpable. Jamie, who had been silently observing the entire bizarre spectacle from beside me, nudged my arm gently.
"Take it, Sael," he whispered, his voice low and earnest.
"This kind of thing… this is normal, man. It's how things get done…. And honestly, for what you bring to the table? This is a steal. For you, and for them." He gestured subtly at the women with a flick of his chin.
"They're not exactly suffering, you know? They know the game…. And they want a piece of that Sael magic, just like West does."
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, the tapestry of sound and expectation pressing in on me. The music was already forming in my head, the beats, the melodies, the raw energy that would transform West's disjointed tracks into something legendary. And now, this… this was simply part of the deal.
I did not back out of West offer at all. I agreed to it, after all, I am a MAN. The contract was signed; the deal was sealed with a handshake that promised more than just musical royalties. The air in the studio, already thick with creative potential, had shifted into something heavier, more primal. The scent of expensive bourbon, high-grade synth-weed, and the sweet, musky perfume of the women now filled the space, replacing the sterile smell of audio equipment.
I sank into the plush, black leather sofa, the material cool against my skin. The vibe wasn't just intoxicating; it was a tactile thing, a low hum of pure, undiluted lust that vibrated through the room. I took a slow sip of my drink, the ice clinking softly, my eyes scanning the scene unfolding before me like a live, XXX-rated play.
Wayne West held court from a massive chaise lounge like a king on his throne. Two stunning black women, their bodies gleaming under the soft studio lights, were on their knees before him. His pants were around his ankles, and his head was thrown back, a lit blunt dangling from his fingers.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that," he grunted, his voice a low rumble.
"Suck that shit, you greedy bitches... Ain't no other dick like this in the whole goddamn city."
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Schluuup "
The sounds were obscenely loud. One woman worked the length of his shaft with both hands, her tongue swirling around the head before diving down. The other focused on his balls, sucking each one into her mouth with a wet, needy hunger. Wayne's curses were a steady stream of praise and filthy encouragement.
"Schlurp. Ugh. Ughk." The second woman took him deep, gagging slightly before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his shiny, wet cock.
Wayne just chuckled. "Ahh fuuuckk! That's it, take it all. You know you want to choke on it."
Across from him, sprawled elegantly on a loveseat, was Courtney. Her professional manager's demeanor was completely shed, replaced by a mask of ecstatic relief. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, and her legs were hooked over the shoulders of a redhead who was buried face-deep between her thighs.
"Oh, gods, yes… right there," Courtney moaned, her fingers tangling in the woman's hair, guiding her.
"Hmmmm~ Don't you stop... Don't you fucking stop." The only response was a series of muffled, eager moans and the relentless, wet sound of a tongue at work.
"Schlikk~. Schlikk~. Schlikk~. "
The redhead's head bobbed with a frantic rhythm, her own hand snaking down to rub her clit as she serviced Courtney. The air was a symphony of sloppy blowjobs and desperate moans.
And as for me? Well, I'd accepted the terms of the deal. I wasn't about to back out of this sudden, erotic detour.
'Fuck!' I hissed under my breath, my head lolling back against the sofa.
My hand was firmly gripped in the thick, soft curls of a beautiful ebony-skinned woman kneeling between my legs. She'd appeared at my side the moment I'd sat down, her eyes saying everything her mouth was currently too busy to utter. She'd unzipped my jeans with practiced ease and taken me into her warm, wet mouth without a moment's hesitation.
She wasn't just sucking; she was worshipping. Her head bobbed up and down in a smooth, perfect rhythm, her full lips stretched tight around my girth.
"Schlurp. Schluuup!! Slluurrpp~!!"
Every time she slid down, she'd hum, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I looked down at her, at the way her eyes were closed in concentration, tears beading at the corners from the effort. It was a fucking masterpiece.
"That's it, Baby," I growled, my voice rough. "That's a good fucking suck right there."
She purred around my cock, the sound vibrating through me. "Slluurrrppp Mmmph, thank you, daddy. Sllurp "
Hearing that, feeling that, sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. Seeing how much I was enjoying it, she shifted her position.
"Slurp. Lick, lick… Lick…♥Suck" She moved from the side to directly between my sprawled legs, never breaking contact, never letting my cock leave the heavenly heat of her mouth. She knelt on the plush rug, putting her whole body into it.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged her. "Just like that."
Emboldened by my praise, she let go of any pretense of neatness. She went sloppy, letting saliva drip down her chin and onto my balls. She took me deep, until her nose was buried in my pubes, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
" Guk!! GUHUK!!! Ugh. Ughk. Slurp!? Suck…"
She gagged, her body convulsing, but she didn't pull back. She pushed forward, swallowing around me, training her throat to take every inch.
"Fuck, you're a hungry little bitch, aren't you?" I grunted, my own control starting to slip. I bundled her hair in my fist, tightening my grip until she let out a muffled whimper of approval. I started to move her head myself, setting a rougher, faster pace, fucking her face in earnest.
"PAH! PAH! THUMP!!" The sound of my hips meeting her face joined the chorus in the room.
"Take it," I commanded, my voice dropping to a dark, possessive whisper. "Take all of daddy's dick."
"Hngh! Hah… hng? H-haah?! Schlup. Schlup...♥" She nodded frantically, her eyes rolling back in her head as she surrendered completely, sucking and gagging with a devotion that was almost religious.
"Schlup. Schlluuup. Schlup. Sllurp. Sllluuurp." Her noisy efforts began to drown out everything else. The world narrowed to this woman, this mouth, this incredible, wet friction.
I felt the familiar, coiling tightness in my balls, the inevitable rise that couldn't be stopped. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her, my breath hitching. "Open up that pretty throat. Get ready for it."
She doubled her efforts, her hands squeezing my thighs, her mouth a vacuum of need.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Ughk. Schlurp! AUURRHHHH~"
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, brutal thrust, I slammed my cock as deep down her throat as it would go and held her there.
"SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT!"
I emptied myself in long, pulsing jets, my whole body seizing up with the force of it. I felt her throat working, struggling to swallow the sudden flood. Her cheeks bulged for a second, and I knew she was on the verge of vomiting it back up. But she fought it.
"GULP! GULP!! SLLRRRURRPP! Mmh…!" She gulped hard, again and again, milking me with desperate, convulsive swallows until every last drop was down her throat.
Finally, I released my grip on her hair and pulled out. She collapsed forward, her hands on my knees, coughing and sputtering, drawing in huge, ragged breaths.
"Guk!! GUHUK!!! Ughk... cough... COUGH!! haah..."
She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, makeup smudged, lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of her spit and my cum. But she was smiling. A dizzy, triumphant, utterly debauched smile.
"HAH~ Do you like it, daddy?" she asked, her voice hoarse and wrecked.
I ran my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. "Yeah, baby girl. I like it a lot."
She beamed and leaned forward, diligently cleaning my softening cock with her tongue, making sure not a single drop was wasted. It was then that I noticed the room had gone quiet. I looked up.
West, Jamie, and Courtney were all staring at us, their own activities having paused. Jamie Foxx let out a low, appreciative whistle.
"Goddamn, son," Jamie exclaimed, shaking his head with a wide grin. "I knew you were a genius with the synths, but I didn't know you were packin' a whole anaconda down there!"
West took a long drag from his blunt and pointed it at me. "No shit. That's some bullshit. White boy like you ain't got no right carryin' that much lumber. That's some grade-A, black-man-size junk you're sportin'."
Even Courtney, still flushed from her own orgasm, fanned herself with a hand. "He's not wrong, Sael... I've seen my share, and that... that is statistically significant. You're bigger than the average bear, and I'm not talking about the furry kind."
I chuckled, a wave of masculine pride washing over me. "I'll take that as a compliment coming from this crowd." I patted my new girl's head. "And I really like my welcoming gift."
I turned to West. "She's mine now."
The beautiful ebony woman beside me practically glowed with happiness. She tucked my spent cock back into my pants with a gentle reverence and then wrapped her arms around my leg, nuzzling against my thigh like a devoted pet.
West waved a dismissive hand, smoke trailing from his fingers. "She was yours the second you walked in, man... All this is yours… That's what the deal was."
I nodded, standing up. My legs were a little shaky, but I felt phenomenal. "I need to use the restroom... Gotta wash up."
"AHAHA!! Oh, I'm sure you do," West laughs and with that a round of knowing laughter filled the room. They understood perfectly. This wasn't about washing hands, at all, I'm about to do business, the sloppy and hard kind.
I looked down at the woman still clinging to my leg. "You. Come with me."
She was on her feet in an instant, following me as I headed towards the private ensuite bathroom off the control room. As soon as I closed the heavy door behind us, locking out the sounds of the ongoing orgy, the atmosphere changed. It became intimate, intense.
I looked at her, really looked at her. She was breathtaking. Smooth dark skin, high cheekbones, and eyes that held a world of sass and submission.
"What's your name?" I asked, even though I already knew.
"Riana," she said, her voice still husky.
I leaned back against the door, drinking her in. "Well, Riana. That mouth of yours is a national treasure... But I'm not nearly done with you yet."
A wicked smile played on her lips. "Whatever daddy wants."
I gestured to the wide, marble sink. "Hands on that sink. Now."
Her eyes flashed with excitement. "Yes, daddy."
She turned, presenting her back to me. Her fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning her tiny jorts and pushing them down along with her panties. They pooled around her ankles, revealing the perfect, round globes of her ass. She bent over, placing her palms flat on the cool marble, arching her back and pushing her ass out in a silent, breathtaking invitation.
I was hard again in seconds. I freed myself, stepped forward, and ran the head of my cock through her slick folds. She was already soaking wet.
"I'm not gonna be gentle," I warned her.
She looked back over her shoulder, her expression one of pure lust. "Hmmm~ I'd be disappointed if you were, daddy."
That was all the permission I needed. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and I drove into her in one sharp, deep thrust.
"WHAM!!! PAH!"
Riana cried out, a sharp, guttural sound of pleasure-pain. "Ooooohhhhhh !!!Fuck! Yes!"
I didn't give her time to adjust. I set a brutal, pounding pace from the very start, fucking her with a raw, animalistic need. The bathroom amplified every sound, creating a filthy echo.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
My hips slammed against her ass with each thrust, the sharp slaps of skin on skin punctuating our ragged breathing. I reached around, finding her clit, and began rubbing tight, frantic circles.
"Ah, ahh, nn!! Oh, gods! Daddy!" she screamed, her body beginning to shake. Her knees buckled, but I held her up, driving into her even harder.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
"You take this dick so good, you filthy bitch," I grunted in her ear, my own climax building fast, fueled by her tightness and her uninhibited moans.
"Yes! I'm your filthy bitch! Your fucking… AAHH!!! Ooh! Oooh!" Her orgasm hit her like a train. She screamed, a raw, incoherent sound as her body clenched around me like a vise, milking me, pulling the cum straight from my soul.
That was all it took. I buried myself to the hilt, my own control shattering.
"SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT!"
I came inside her, pumping my release deep into her contracting depths, my vision whiting out at the edges. I held onto her hips, my body shuddering through the aftershocks.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting, covered in a sheen of sweat, connected. The only sound was our ragged breathing and the drip of water from the faucet.
She looked up at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "Do you like my tight pussy, daddy?"
"God, look at that, I like that a lot" I muttered, my voice a low growl of pure want. I ran my hand over one plump globe, feeling the smooth, hot skin under my palm.
"Hmmm~" She shivered, a soft, eager mewl escaping her lips.
"You like that, baby girl?" I asked, my grip tightening.
"Yes, Daddy…" she breathed out, pushing her hips back in invitation. I raised my hand and brought it down hard.
"SLAP!! PAH!" The sound echoed off the tiled walls, sharp and satisfying.
"SLAP! SLAP!" A perfect, red handprint instantly bloomed on her right cheek. She cried out, a gasp of pain that quickly melted into a throaty moan of pleasure.
"AHHH!! AHH!! Oh, fuck! Daddy!"
I did it again on the other side.
"PAH!" Symmetry. Her ass was now beautifully marked, reddened with the clear imprint of my possession. She was trembling, her knees weak. I could see her pussy glistening below, already soaked from watching her suck my cock with such desperate hunger just minutes before. Her own juices had painted her inner thighs, a testament to how turned on she was.
I spit into my hand, slicking up my cock, which was throbbing, hard as a rock and ridiculously thick. Eleven and a half inches of pure, aching need. I lined the swollen purple tip up with her dripping wet entrance. I pressed forward, just the head popping inside her incredible tightness.
She gasped, her back arching. "Unggh… Daddy, wait… you're so… so big. It's too much for my pussy… Slow down, please~"
I smirked and delivered another sharp smack to her ass. "PAH!"
"My bitch takes my cock properly," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. "You were built for this… Now tell me you're ready..."
She took a shuddering breath, her whole-body tensing as she surrendered. "Y..yes, Daddy… I'm ready... I'm your bitch. Please…"
"Good, bitch… SLAMM!! THUMP!!! THUMP!! PAHH!!" That was all I needed to hear. I gripped her hips tight, my fingers digging into her flesh, and with one powerful, unrelenting thrust of my hips, I buried my entire length inside her in one go. Riana's head snapped back.
"AAHH!!! Ah… Aahhh… Aaahhh♥" she screamed, a raw, incoherent sound of pain being violently fucked into blinding pleasure. Her back arched impossibly, and I felt her convulse around me instantly. Her tight pussy clamped down on my cock like a fist, a series of rhythmic, intense spasms that milked me perfectly.
"SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! FSSSSSSHHHHH~" She gushed, her cum splashing out around where we were joined, dripping down her thighs and onto the pristine white tile floor with a soft splash.
The sensation was too much. Her vice-like grip, the sight of her coming apart, the knowledge of who she was—it pushed me over the edge instantly. With a guttural roar, I slammed home one last time and let go.
I felt the hot, thick pulses of my own release shoot deep into her core, filling her up.
"Spluuurt. Spluuurt. Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt!"
I held myself there, buried to the hilt, as we both rode out the crashing waves of our simultaneous orgasms. I reveled in the pride and the sheer, animalistic delight of it.
'Fuck! This is insane' My mind, hazy with pleasure, couldn't quite believe it.
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Because the woman whose pussy was still greedily gripping and milking the last drops from my cock, the woman who was now panting and moaning, utterly claimed and satisfied, was Riana or rather Rihanna of this world. She looked, sounded, and felt one hundred percent like the Rihanna from my old world. And now she was mine. The whole thing felt very surreal. Just a few minutes ago, this had all been a theoretical offer from a boastful Wayne West in his lavish recording studio.
"You see something you like, Sael?" Wayne had said, gesturing with a champagne flute towards the three beautiful women lounging on the couch.
They were all stunning, but my eyes had been locked on one. She had an aura, a quiet confidence amidst the desperation. "A token of my appreciation for your genius on this track. Take your pick. They're all clean, compliant."
I hadn't even hesitated. I pointed. "Her."
She had stood up, a faint, hopeful smile on her gorgeous face. Courtney, Wayne's manager, had just shrugged as if I'd chosen a complimentary drink from the minibar. "Riana? Sure! She's all yours. She's been wanting to get into the music game, but West here's been… preoccupied."
Later, after Wayne and his entourage had left us alone for a bit, she'd told me her story. We were in the hallway, and she looked up at me with those captivating eyes.
"My name is Riana," she'd said, her voice melodic but laced with a tired sadness.
"I became one of West's… bitches… because he promised he could make me a singer. Get me into a studio. But it's been months. He doesn't even touch me. I got no house, no home to go back to. I was just… there." Then that hopeful smile returned. "I'm happy to be your bitch. For real."
I'd wanted her the moment I laid eyes on her. In my old world, Rihanna was a distant fantasy, a certified icon and absolute babe you'd see on magazine covers. Here, that fantasy was not only real but was standing in front of me, offering herself completely. She would rely on me for everything—food, shelter, her dreams. And I, in turn, would reward my girl. I'd make her a star. But first, I had to make her mine.
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Still buried inside her warm, wet depths, I felt her clench around me again. She looked back over her shoulder, her face a beautiful mask of fucked-out bliss.
"Daddy… do you like my pussy?" she moaned, rolling her hips slightly.
I gave a low, dark chuckle. "Yeah, baby girl… I like it a lot. Now keep it tight for me, you hear? 'Cus Daddy's going to mark it. Brand it…. Make sure it never forgets who it belongs to."
"Yes, Daddy," she purred, obediently squeezing her internal muscles around my shaft, making me groan.
Then I started to move. I pulled my hips back slowly, almost all the way out, letting her feel every ridge and vein, before driving back in with relentless force.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!" The sound of our skin colliding was a brutal, rhythmic music in the steamy room.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. PAH!" Each thrust was accompanied by the wet, sloppy sounds of her soaked pussy being thoroughly stretched and used.
Her loud, uninhibited moans were the melody. "Oh! God! Yes! Daddy!"
"ARRGHH! ARRGHH! Too hard, Daddy! Your giant dick!! It's too deep!" Riana cried out, but her body told a different story. She was pushing back against me with every thrust, meeting my power with her own need.
"I said keep it tight!" I grunted, my own breathing becoming ragged. "Don't you dare let up!"
"Ah… Aahhh… Yes! Yesh! Daddy!!" She obeyed immediately, shouting as another orgasm ripped through her.
"AAHH!!! Ah… Aahhh… Aaahhh " Her whole body shuddered, and her nails scrabbled for purchase on the smooth marble sink.
I needed more. I needed to see her, to consume her. I pulled out of her with a wet pop, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. In one fluid motion, I turned her around, picked her up, and placed her sitting on the edge of the large bathroom cabinet. Her legs instinctively went over my shoulders, opening her up to me completely. I plunged back inside her in one stroke, and she screamed, her head falling back against the mirror.
This angle was devastating. I could see every expression on her face, see her tits jiggling with every powerful thrust.
"THUMP!!! THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!!"
"Feed me those big fucking tits, Riana," I ordered, my voice rough. "Now."
Her eyes glassy with pleasure, she cupped her full, beautiful breasts in her hands and lifted them to my face. "Yes! Yes! Suck them, Daddy. They're your boobs now!!...FUUCCKK!!!"
"Schlup. Schlup...♥ BITE!!!" I leaned forward, still pistoning into her, and took a taut, chocolate-brown nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard, laving it with my tongue before biting down gently, then with more pressure.
"Ugh! Ughk! Ooooohhhhhh~♥♥" she choked, but her hips never stopped grinding against me. I pulled back, her nipple stretching between my teeth for a second before releasing.
"Ooooohhhhhh! Ooh! Oooh SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!" She came again, a sharp, surprised cry escaping her as the mixture of pleasure and pain sent her over another edge. Her cum soaked my lower stomach.
"I'm gonna mark every… fucking… inch… of you," I grunted between thrusts. "These tits… this sweet pussy… your womb… It's all mine. You understand?"
"Yes! Yes, Daddy! It's all yours! Mark me! Fuck me!" she chanted, her words slurring into one another, completely lost in the feeling.
I could feel my own climax building again, a tidal wave of pressure in my core. I wanted to claim her, to finish this in a way she'd never forget. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her clean off the cabinet, and held her suspended in the air, her legs wrapping around my waist. I supported her weight with my hands under her ass and just started fucking up into her with brutal, jackhammer strokes.
"PAH-PAH-PAH-PAH-PAH!" The sound was obscenely loud, a rapid-fire percussion of pure, unadulterated fucking. Each time she descended onto my cock, I drove up to meet her, ravaging her womb, stretching her to her absolute limit.
"Ah! Ah! Daddy! I'm—I'm gonna—" she tried to warn me, but she was too far gone.
"THUMP!!! THUMP!! WHAMMM!!!" With a final, primal growl, I slammed her down as hard as I could onto my cock and erupted.
"SPLUUURT! Splurt♥Splurt splurt splurt♥Splurt splurt splurt♥" I felt the hot jets of my cum painting her insides, claiming her, marking her just as I said I would.
"Take it all! Bitch! Take it!" I held her there, impaled, as I pumped what felt like a gallon of seed deep into her belly.
"Ngh♥ Ughh♥Hnghh♥ Hiiik♥" Riana's reaction was even more intense. Her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites showed, her mouth fell open, and her tongue lolled out. An incoherent stream of babble poured from her lips as her body was wracked by the most powerful orgasm yet.
"AAHHH!!! GUH-GUH-GOOO~ YES! FUCK! DADDY'S CUM!!" Her own release gushed out around my still-pulsing cock, a torrent of her juices mixing with my sperm and cascading down my thighs and onto the floor in a messy, beautiful puddle.
"Spluuurt… Splurt♥ Splurt splurt splurt!!!"
I held her trembling, limp body against me for a long moment, both of us panting, sweating, and utterly spent. Slowly, I lowered us to the floor, sitting against the cabinet with her still in my lap, my cock still snug inside her warmth.
I tilted her chin up. Her eyes were hazy, struggling to focus.
"Who's bitch, are you?" I asked, my voice soft but firm.
A slow, sated smile spread across her gorgeous, well-fucked face. "Yours, Daddy. I'm your bitch."
It was the perfect end to the session.