Fontana Films: His New Family
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				Title: <strong>Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>15-03-2018, 21:41:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn1-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/dani-daniels-mandatory/345.jpg)</div>For a moment, the tight muscles of my ass clenched around the silver plug with the purple jewel, and I let the expression of ecstasy that sensation caused show on my face. It narrowed my blue eyes, pulled my thin line of lips into a definitive “o” shape and had my pink-painted toes curling over the edge of the huge black leather chair I was currently perched on. <br><br>The three cameras in the room, all pointed at me, caught every little nuance of my reactions. The boom above my head made sure to catch each huff of breath, each soft gasp as I slowly spread my thighs and laid the vibrating rod against my exposed and well-lit pussy and clit one more time. It made me arch my back, pushing my naked breasts higher in the air as I moaned with the pleasure the toy was pulsing through my system. It wasn’t as delicious as say an actual cock, or a mouth, or another pussy grinding against my own, but for this last solo scene I was filming, it would most certainly do for the orgasm needed. <br><br>Spreading my thighs wider, I didn’t need the director’s encouragement, or the subtle indication of the producers nod to know what to do. I’d been in the porn and pleasure business long enough to pick up on cues and call some shots of my own. So after fluttering my eyes closed for a moment, reveling in the sensation of the eyes on me, the knowledge of those I would turn on just by pushing this out into the world, the plug in my ass and the vibrator at my clit, I let my body sink into that perfect place of orgasm. One more lift of my head and my eyes found that center camera lens, looking straight at it as I came. I cried out, and shook with my climax. <br><br>Once I came down, and heard the call for cut, I relaxed into the chair and grinned up as a production assistant came to help me up and into a robe. The clean-up process began and I was whisked aside as breaking down the set became a priority. The rest of my job started to come into focus. Being a porn star on camera was only about a tenth of what really happened in the San Fernando Valley. There were calls to make, agents to talk to, contracts to negotiate, appearances to schedule, and apparently, parties to attend. <br><br>I’d gotten as far as putting clothes back on and packing my bag when the make-up artist on set, a beautiful little blonde thing with generous curves and a wicked sense of style named Megan, bounced up to me. “So are you going to the big party at Marlon Fontana’s tonight?” The bubbly thing didn’t even let me answer. “Dani - you’ve got to go. Reggie should’ve emailed you the invite. Kota is going to be there. Chris is going. Everyone is showing up.” <br><br>Laughing, I held up a finger and pulled out my phone. “You know exactly where I’ve been, Megs, you had to touch up my foundation after that scene where I squirted. I hadn’t been able to check any messages… And here it is. The invite.” I flashed her my screen with a view of the email from my agent with a grin. Scanning over it quickly, I found a spot on the couch. “Looking at this…. I’m sure I should at least make an appearance. This could be a great place to make some contacts… I’ll text you later to let you know what time I’ll be there, alright?”<br><br>Megan’s smile was beaming and all the encouragement I needed to put in the effort of dressing up for a party in Porn Valley. <br><br>Hours later, I was stepping foot into Marlon Fontana’s home, and instantly excited that I had let Megan talk me into it. I’d never met the man personally, but knew of him. He was in the porn industry, and ran with some of the bigger names there. If anyone could push the little company I had started upwards, it could be him. This was a business opportunity, along with an easy social one. I’d worn a form-fitting little blue number that hugged my unfettered breasts and ended just above my knees. It set off the deep brown highlights in my hair, and the blueness of my eyes. White heels, a few silver jewelry pieces, including the plug in my ass, and a little white clutch completed the California-girl style ensemble. <br><br>Crossing over the threshold, I moved confidently through the crowds of people in the outlandishly decadent home that fit perfectly not only in the Valley, but could’ve been on the beaches of Miami, or the shores of Italy in its extravagance. The party was already full, but the home’s multi-level layout made it so it wasn’t a crush of bodies. Music pulsed out of strategically placed and hidden speakers on each level, lending a relaxed atmosphere to a celebration where money was obviously no object. Champagne and drinks flowed, food was being brought around by scantily clad and obviously hired help. It was all too easy to pick up a shot from a muscled shirtless-hunk, or a small little piece of bruschetta from a topless babe with tits to die for. Getting myself off earlier today was nice, but finding a partner worth it could mean fireworks later in the evening. <br><br>Licking my lips, I maneuvered through the home after snagging a glass of wine from one of the three bars set up around the property. Directors, actors, actresses, anyone who was in the business on any level was making it a point to be seen out here tonight. I laughed with some of them, chatted with others, but never stayed in one place too long. <br><br>Finally making my way outside to the back of the home, I stood on the lowest level deck that overlooked a small lounging and lap pool, with a waterfall that cascaded into it from the infinity pool above. The night breeze was delicious, as was watching the few naked bodies that had already helped themselves to the water. Still, however, the host was nowhere in sight. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arianna</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 05:39:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f7/62/50/f76250fafb7111b1d628385f2eae178c--brooke-dorsay-motor.jpg)</div>“No… not yet, I need more sleep…” I groaned in the empty the room as my alarm continued to drag me out of my slumber with that stupid ringtone I keep forgetting to change. I pulled my phone from the nightstand and snoozed it, knowing full well I may fall back asleep if I did not. Getting my wits together was not an easy feat this early in the morning, but I had to. I had that stupid trig class early in the morning, and the professor, as much as I had tried to proposition him, would not budge. He wants me there, in class, actually studying. <br><br>Things are so much easier outside of this one small obstacle. Most classes are a breeze and those that are not, have professors that have no trouble resisting my cute ass. I mean, why would they? I am no danger to anyone, hate the idea of having any strings attached, and all I want is to graduate this stupid college to show my parents I “did something with my life”. Not that they would care, either way, I am the adopted pariah, after all. Good thing I am on the other side of the country from them and they could not be more clueless.<br><br>Finally dragging my bum in the shower, I then pull a flimsy sweater and some jean shorts on and start driving to school. Soon, I am parking my $30.000 Impala into the school parking lot and lazily head to class. Yeah, people have asked me how I can afford my nice car, and why I am so carefree when it comes to my future, but they do not need to know now, do they? Speaking of, before I even enter the building, a new message arrives and causes me to stop in my tracks.<br><br>“Meet me tonight? I can pick you up around 7, there is a party I want you to join me to.” This was a message from George, a Client. See, this is what I do to actually afford the lifestyle I have: I sell sex. I pick and choose my Clients. I have a nice website where they can contact me and decide whether I am to their pleasing, and once they do, I interview them. Yep, you read that right. I may be a prostitute, but I like to consider myself a Luxury Escort. I am eye candy. Men pay to show me off, not just to fuck me, and I cannot say I mind. But for that, I decide whom I sell myself to.<br><br>I only have two rules: no drama and full anonymity. I go to many public events, and some men do recognize me, but because of my ND clause, I have never had issues before. It gives me a good opportunity to know the hot shots of LA while learning what it’s like to truly live “the high life”. Anyway, back to George. He is a sweet guy, but I have never gone in public with him. I actually thought he was married. Shrugging, I replied simply “Anything in particular you want me to wear?”. The reply came soon enough, confirming it was a black-tie event. Awesome opportunity to show off my new little black dress. <br><br>The day passed in a blur, and soon I found myself stepping into George’s luxury car’s back seat, where he was waiting for me. He had a driver, which did not surprise me. He was one of those Clients that preferred to come to my place, drink a glass of scotch, fuck my brains out, then leave without a word. It did not bother me, because he paid the same price others paid for a whole night and this way I managed to get some decent sleep. Tonight, he had other plans, it seems. On our way there, he informed me this was a high class private party, held by a man he does business with, a guy named Marlon Fontana. A comment he made about the party though, rubbed me the wrong way. He said something along the lines of “there will be many of your fellow co-workers there”. <br><br>I was not sure how to interpret that, so I tried to push it to the back of my mind. Not much later, we were stepping past the threshold of one of the most imposing mansions I had ever laid eyes on. All men wore suits and the women were dressed in gorgeous gowns, though I must say, some a bit more revealing than I had expected. A couple people greeted George and we were in the middle of a group of about six people when he introduced me for the first time. <br><br>“So… this is Ashlynn, goes by Ash. I highly recommend her business, if you know what I mean…” he said with a wink and laughed along with all the men surrounding us.<br><br>Granted, he had quite a bit of scotch in the car, on our way here, but he knew better than to tell everyone my real name and what I do. This was a deal breaker for me. Suddenly, I felt the walls closing in and the room shrink as my cheeks started burning up. I pulled my arm from his grasp and gave him a death stare. Not one for a scene, I simply said I needed some air and left, looking for a way out of this stupid charade of a party.<br><br>It did not bother me that I did what I did, I was not ashamed of it, and truth be told, I enjoyed the power that came from having sex with strong, wealthy men. But I was not sure what my future held. I hated my family, granted and giving them the middle finger was always an option, but… I wanted to do it my way, not by having my face on some tabloid that said I was a hooker. Finding a double door that seemed to lead outside, I pushed it open and allowed the fresh air to hit my face. It was a warm but yet nice breeze and the beautiful pool before me was giving that breeze a fresh, humid feel. <br><br>People were swimming in there, and it didn’t take me long to notice their nakedness, adding the last piece to my puzzle. Realizing what kind of a party this is, I found a tray of various glasses with different alcoholic beverages and took one that seemed to have some hard liquor. Downing it, I told myself “fuck this” and took my shoes off, then my dress, and moved towards the hot-tub that was deliciously staying empty to the side of the back patio. Somehow, on my way there, though, as I was throwing my clothing behind me, I heard someone wince and turned to see a stunning woman look at me puzzled, wondering why I threw a damned shoe at her.<br><br>“Um… hi…” I snickered, knowing it was fully clear at this point, that I was nothing but a drunk bumpkin from Ohio, that belonged anywhere but here. Blushing, I waved, careless of the fact that I was wearing nothing but a lacy panty at this point, and yet she was not horrified by me. “I’m… I’m Ash” I croaked, thinking to myself that maybe she would want to join me in the tub, and maybe, for once, I can leave my guard down and just have some fun. 
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				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 09:12:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/af/07/e9af076a4652127ac7ab64e1794fd3db--marlon-teixeira-ss.jpg)</div> I'm glad I was born a pretty boy. Honestly, I look like the puppy that inspired the "aw, so cute" movement. My historians are currently working so that future generations will recognise that as incontrovertible fact. Meanwhile...<br><br>The party continues in full swing and there is decadence everywhere. The pool is replete with topless women. The dance floor slowly turns into the scene of an orgy; over the clothes action, sadly. The lounge is a cross between people doing business and leering at others indulging in more. And surveying it all from my room, high atop the mansion, I can't help but smile. <br><br>"Now that's how the house should look."<br><br>The death of all pretense. Of course, if the entire world worked like that, I might never have made my immense fortune. <br><br>Assumptions. Everybody made them, often on the basis of a cursory glance, which is fine. Except for one simple truth. Nobody ever entertained the possibility that they could be wrong. That a vain, handsome young cretin interested in sex and drugs and rock and roll was actually sharp as a fucking tack. <br><br>These God-given and later carefully-sculpted surfer-boy looks actually got me places bursting with information. By the time I was 18, I had slept with the wives of every mob boss in the city, and had access to secret hideouts, bank details and ghost drives replete with evidence of illegal activity. Without anyone ever realising, I had become the San Fernando Valley's King Pin. One who valued anonymity. Even now, five years after my rise to the top, people thought Marlon Fontana was nothing more than a good lay. <br><br>I finally turn away from the balcony and wander indoors. A king-size bed dominated the room, and on the table beside it stood a decanter of scotch, which becomes my first port of call. It was a gift from an old friend, made in the Scottish highlands and preserved for nearly a century. I poured myself a drink, basking for a moment in the riches that stretched in every direction. My pride and joy, however, is the one that cannot be seen. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.jamesedition.com/media/W1siZiIsImxpc3RpbmdfaW1hZ2VzLzIwMTcvMDcvMDMvMTIvMDUvMjMvZjFmZTcwZmMtNzkxNS00ZjE5LWFmODMtZTJhOWIyZThlOWNlL0NBTSAxLmpwZyJdLFsicCIsInRodW1iIiwiMjAwMHgiXSxbInAiLCJ3YXRlcm1hcmsiXSxbInAiLCJlbmNvZGUiLCJqcGciLCItc3RyaXAgLXF1YWxpdHkgODAgLWludGVybGFjZSBQbGFuZSJdXQ/amazing-luxury-villa-project-la-zagaleta-spain.jpg?sha=e964e1040f10f51e)</div>Every since the Iron Man movies, I had been on a relentless - and expensive - pursuit to see if a fully functional artificial intelligence - sans the shackles also known as hardware - was possible. The mainstream companies laughed me out of the room. even after I promised them unprecedented sums of money - served me right for trying to go legit - but barely an hour after instructing my fixer, I had 10 credible engineers who were both able and willing to make my dream come true. What can I say, my job has epic perks. <br><br>"Rhonda, don't wait up for me, babe."<br><br>The response was immediate. "Oh fuck off, perv"&nbsp; <br><br>The lights in the bedroom dimmed of their own accord as I made my way down the hallway, then the spiralling staircase, through the mass of people in various states of arousal and eventually outside. <br><br>"Happy Fucking Birthday."<br><br>Everything that lay before me was the result of a stroke of luck. Or genius. <br><br>Confronted by a despicable problem, one that was actually big enough to take me down, I had turned to the one person that did not pigeon-hole me in a box. Joanna Fontana. She was my first. And now she was family. Or well, close enough. <br><br>One night, when I was regaling her with grand designs of the life I wanted, she highlighted the value of a cover identity. "Darlin, the only way you could explain away such debauched behaviour is if you were a pornstar." <br><br>And now here we are, celebrating the first anniversary of Fontana Films. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 03:02:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1b/20/f2/1b20f29350c1177f2051604927cc4c94.jpg)</div>My stance shifted as I made small talk with one of the directors I had worked with earlier this year. The man was old enough to be my father, but he also had a hell of an eye when it came to films. So I coyly slipped in that I was looking to fill my schedule up with a few more films and then said my goodbye before I picked up a glass from one of the many circulating trays and took a sip of the sweet drink. Champagne never failed to tickle my tongue, and it always went down smooth. Especially this particular brand, which happened to be my favorite. <br><br>A few more steps to the side and I was walking along the edge of the deck and the grass towards the hot tub. Although my eyes were on the landscaping of the backyard. Wasn’t that flower wall the backdrop for – something hit the back of my calf and I let out a little cry in surprise. Turning around, I searched for the source and found a heel. A gorgeous heel too, someone had good taste. My eyes quickly traveled further before they met up with the gaze of a beautiful little blonde thing. The first thing I noticed were her eyes. Steadfast, fun, yet a little haunted. She was wearing nothing but a lacy panty and looked like she had been in a hurry to get to the hot tub. It wasn’t anger that colored my expression either. It was a fun little grin as she introduced herself a bit shyly.<br><br>Bending down, I scooped up the bra that had followed the wayward heel and let the lacy little confection hang from my finger tip as I took a step closer to the topless woman. “Pleasure to meet you, Ash. My name is Dani…. And I’m thinking you might have the right idea as far as party attire goes. These things can be sssooo restricting. Your tits look much better out of it.” <br><br>She blushed, and I walked forward a bit more, holding the lingerie out to add it to the pile of clothing next to the bubbling jacuzzi. The beautiful blonde thing invited me to join her, and for a moment, I genuinely contemplated throwing that caution to the wind – along with my dress – and stepping down into the waters with the girl.<br>&nbsp;<br>Except a moment before I could answer, I heard my name called from across the pool. Glancing that way, it was Megan who was standing with three men, who was waving at me. <br><br>My gaze drew back to Ash, who was looking like a goddess out of some dream I’d had, and I gave her a regretful smile, making my apologies. My friend was expecting me over there, but if I could, I’d come back. If not, I told her to look me up and give me a call. We’d have much more intimate conversation over drinks and dessert. The girl was tempting as sin but part of my job was controlling desires, temptations, and even peddling them. I’d become an expert at diverting needs and attention until the time was absolutely right.&nbsp; <br><br>Those sweet white heels carried me over to where Megs was standing, and I finished my drink along the way. With each sway of my hips I could feel that naughty silver plug in my ass. What should be blasé for most porn stars who have been in the industry for the few years I had, was still new and exciting for me. I’d chosen my roles, partners, and scenes carefully to keep myself marketable. And in demand. <br><br>I watched as one of the men slid up behind Megan and pressed in against her, whispering something in her ear and looping a muscular arm around her curves. Well she’s obviously found her ride for the night. Laughing, she introduced me as I gave up the empty glass and smiled in greeting to the man behind her, the one beside her, and then grinned up at the last man. Tilting my head to the side a bit, letting that curtain of hair fall over my shoulder, I eyed the dark-haired, dark-eyed hunk up and down. “I’d heard you were gonna make an appearance, Kota. You clean up nice…” <br><div class="floatleft">(https://k61.kn3.net/taringa/8/F/3/A/3/B/GustavoCarp92/9C1.gif)</div><br>Seeing as how the last time I’d seen the male porn star, he was walking out of house we were shooting in, dirty, and leaving my orgasm-riddled body behind, it was an understatement as now he wore a button-up shirt and slacks. He looped an arm around my waist and chuckled, turning me to the side and nodding in the direction of the patio, where people were starting to gather at the small cocktail tables there. Oh, and on the chaise lounges. There were even a few blow jobs going on. “Do you remember that producer who worked on that last action parody I did? The one with that red-head I told you about?” I nodded and pointed at a water, which Kota promptly snagged as we walked towards the patio, leaving Megs and her devil’s threesome behind. He held me close like we were a couple and talked about introducing me. <br><br>We kept moving even as my eyes raked over the man of the hour – Fontana himself emerged from the house and there was just a hint of a smile on his face. Kota’s voice faded away as we moved and my eyes took in Marlon. His hair was something women dreamed of running their fingers through, or those washboard abs licking off of. He seemed larger than life, unobtainable, and soon, he was swallowed up by a group – was that the Senator’s son?? – and my journey with Kota continued til I was shaking hands and making nice with the producer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>30-03-2018, 22:46:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://greginhollywood.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/tumblr_o0sj5egrzI1qamfowo1_500-400x400.png)</div> I step into sheer decadence. And it feels so fucking familiar. <br><br>Lurid exclamations fill the air, everything from deep, guttural proclamations of the creator's name to repeated flinging of colourful curse words. And through it all I smile. It was only a tiny flicker of movement on my upper lip but it was there. I had learnt that evolution took place over millions of years and that in that time man attained the skill he needed to master base impulse. But given the right circumstances and the severing of action from responsibility, everything changes. <br><br>I wondered why such perfect - or imperfect - environments were necessary for us to break free. And in so doing, decided that it was silly to be bound by any kind of limitation. YOLO became a hashtag for a reason, after all.&nbsp; <br><br>An unintended consequence of being, for want of a better phrase, enlightened, was that I gained a substantial amount of followers. People clinging to me for they saw me as an excuse; a means to an end and I could see them coming from a mile away. What chance did those standing three feet away from me have? Wannabe actors, mostly men. Trust fund kids looking for a good time. Politicians wanting an introduction. Their efforts desperate, transparent, pathetic. <br><br>I have no patience for them, but I also cannot antagonise them. It would seem my lifestyle - rich and openly kinky - required that I be versed in diplomacy. Thankfully, I was always a quick study, and it took mere minutes to manoeuvre past the mass of humanity in the house and find my safe haven. The jacuzzi. <br><br>I took off my shirt, balled it up and lobbed it into the laundry basket while pretending to be LeBron. "That's how you win the fucking championship." A silly little grin propped itself on my face, and it only grows as the catcalls from the peanut gallery keep mounting. The temptation to show off is preposterous. I'd got as far as deciding the best pose to show off the guns when she caught my attention. <br><br>Eyes full of mischief and curves so mesmeric that they could tempt all of the patron saints to send in two weeks' notice and line up by hell's gate. Of course, women like that are rarely single. Or even alone. And I could sense at least a dozen men in the immediate vicinity - not withstanding the one that currently held her hand - going through that imaginary lock box filled with pick-up lines. Poor sods. They've cottoned on that I've cottoned on. Each face falling. Then grumbling. And eventually dispersing out of sight.<br><br>And then there was one. I walk straight up to the couple, who look a fine match by any definition of the term, and say, "Mate, d'you mind getting the lady and me a couple of shots of whiskey? We'll be over there by the hot tub." My gaze shifts to her now and it is like a predator sizing up prey. "If you'd be so kind as to lead the way, please."
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				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>18-06-2018, 15:46:13</strong>
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				It happened slowly. <br><br>Almost too slowly to notice, really. But bit by bit, people were leaving the immediate vicinity around Kota and I. <br><br>As each sentence in the conversation passed, the crowd around our little group got smaller. They were either turning away from me entirely and using a canned pick-up line on another female to try and score better than Curry, or ambling off and fading into the mist of the rest of the party-goers in search of some food or alcoholic beverage. The producers also excused themselves or faded away until just Kota was left, holding my hand, and I was sipping the water he’d given me wondering if I needed to check my deodorant or if there was something in my teeth to scare everyone off. <br><br>The source of the mass exodus, however, had everything and nothing to do with me. The two glasses of alcohol I’d had did nothing to dull the shiver that ran up my spine as I finally realized just what happened as I feel a pair of dominant eyes caress every inch of my form.<br><br>I turned, dropping Kota’s hand in the process, and found myself almost within arm’s reach of the host, Marlon Fontana. The confidence and magnetism he exuded while simply striding up to us and being himself with that practically smug smile hit me like a ton of bricks. Each one filled with more lust than the next. My body immediately shifted to face his, almost as if strings attached to my hips were tied to his. It was powerful, heady, and more potent than any drink could’ve ever been.<br><br>None of this, however, excused rude behavior. <br><br>He completely dismissed Kota – treated him more like an errand boy than a guest at his party – before turning his gaze on me and assuming the role of director. That gaze lit my skin on fire. Quicker than I could’ve thought possible, his predatory eyes were making muscles that should have never even been awake respond and tighten low in my belly. My ass clenched tight around the plug held there when he shifted his shirtless body close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his skin. <br><br>That physical lust voodoo didn’t mesmerize me enough though to turn me into pliable goo and kick my heels into gear to follow his whims. His words touched a flare to my temper that I knew immediately lit in my eyes. Host or no host to this party, his home or not, talking to my friends like that was a non-negotiable. <br><br>“Didn’t your mommy teach you any manners, Mr. Fontana?? That’s no way to treat your guests,” I said. The words were quickly drawled out with that sassy lilt before I could call any of them back. One hand on my hip, I couldn’t seem to stop the tirade. “Shots are also a waste of perfectly good whiskey.” <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ss.cdn.ztod.com/501/3340/120527.jpg)</div>In for the penny, in for the pound, right? He could kick me out on my round ass, or he could pick up the bait. I’d pretty much just insulted and reminded him he had that power all in one breath, but watching the way his gaze practically planned his attack on how to eat me up, I very much hoped he decided putting up with my mouth was worth it.<br><br>Turning to Kota, who’s jaw had dropped at not only Marlon’s audacity, but I’m sure mine too, I patted his bicep and nodded my head towards the crowd. No reason for him to go down with the ship. “If you’ll check in with Megs, darling, I’ll be okay. I think Mr. Fontana and I should discuss some rules of etiquette…” <br><br>My eyes are back on Marlon at that point and my feet carry my swaying ass past him and towards a sitting area more off to the side in the grass than near his original destination. I wanted to be different. My temper made me want to leave my mark on this man. I shoot back at him over my shoulder one last verbal punch. I wasn’t going to be like all the other women who simply catered to his whims and fall prey to his wads of cash, pretty words, and confident swagger. <br><br>“You might be a little underdressed for that conversation though, Mr. Fontana.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>23-06-2018, 10:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fashfever.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/marlon-teixeira-agua-de-coco-031.jpg)</div>In the years to come - and yes, I already think we will survive time's great tumult - the story of our meeting may have to become a bit more austere. <br><br>Now there's a first. Couples are prone to embellishing the moment they met, often piping out cliches that ranged from hearing music that only existed to them to butterflies ping-ponging all over their stomachs. Sounds painful.<br><br>I don't feel any of that fairy-tale inspired nonsense. I am impressed, however, by the talent in your tongue. I also suspect it surpasses anything I can possibly imagine. So I knew I had to have you. Unfortunately, irony had come to the same conclusion, which is why that moment coincided with your walking away from me. <br><br>I smile, allowing my eyes to take in the majesty that is in front of me. Skin like fruit, succulent and enticing. Eyes like daggers, tempting but dangerous. And Body like a weapon of mass destruction. I can see kingdoms falling at your feet. If I ever decide let you out. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/bb/b5/42bbb57aeea39e0fcfbf7d610f362b1b.jpg)</div>We make our way onto your turf, but prior to that, I'd indicated the barkeep to ferry us a bottle of Macallan. Conversations - or is this a confrontation? - like these go better when a 50-year old bottle of liquid courage was nearby. <br><br>"So, darlin, d'you always take pot shots at your stupidly wealthy hosts capable of creating a whole new network for you or better yet destroying all your old ones, or am I just that special?" I hand you a glass of pure amber goodness but then turn away, leaving you alone with my caustic words as I indulge in a long draught of my own drink. Then, without asking you to sit down, I sink into a chair opposite you, one leg crossing over the other. <br><br>This is, of course, how every powerful man in porn acts, pretending to be too big for their britches, when really they have is a dick the size of a peanut, forcing them to spend all their lives compensating for it. I know you would have come across dozens. Possibly even more. And the fact that you are here, in my party which is one of the most exclusive events in the industry calendar, is proof that you know how to handle yourself. <br><br>And I'm practically gagging to see it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 15:10:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/53/6a/ca536a31ffde1f26c7ff4b239c81811f.jpg)</div>You were motioning for the barkeep and my first instinct was that you had been calling security. Was my heart beating faster because of the fear you might toss me out, the anger that you would be so ruthless, or watching the way the party lights found every plane and carved muscle on your torso? The question was never answered though, as it became obvious you were just calling for drinks. <br><br>Your staff is fast – almost quicker than I am to recover – and the glass full of delicious amber liquid is in my hand, even though I’m sure my cheeks are already flushed enough. If not, they get more so as your words sting, calling out my flaws immediately. I haven’t sat yet, and instead of taking the cue to grace the seat across from you when you lounge, I slowly pace to the other end of the seating area.<br><br>Moving like I was still thinking about even joining you, I raised the glass to my lips while the view you had was still mostly of my backside. Sipping gently, like an aged whiskey should be, I let my eyes flutter closed as it burns deliciously down my throat. It is not often I get to enjoy something so decadent, and I intend to savor the experience. Along with the word fight between us.<br><br>“You’re stupidly wealthy?” I spun back around with those words, my eyes instantly finding yours. I wrinkle my nose a bit and shake my head, hair swinging slightly along my back as I casually made my way back to the seat that matched yours. My eyes drag over the party around us, and my words are bored-sounding. “I hadn’t really noticed…” <br><br>Others are watching, or pretending not to. Some are still involved with themselves. Some have drifted off. A gaggle of blondes at the bar is shooting me dirty looks. I raise my glass slightly to them and throw a playful wink before setting my ass down in the seat they all wish was theirs in that moment, and find your gaze once more. My body language mimics yours. Leaned back, relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, letting my dress ride high on my thigh. “And special?? No. Anyone that rude and thoughtless would get the same treatment from me, Mr. Fontana.” <div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/49539c736189c149d224e284fcef38bd/tumblr_orv58wSPwU1vrerdqo1_500.gif)</div><br><br>I let your name be the last thing to leave my lips before taking another sip of the drink. Even with the flush the whiskey puts on my cheeks, though, my gaze never leaves yours. There was an art to dealing with those who had money, wealth, and an incredibly over-inflated sense of self-worth. It was a cross between playing chess and hostage negotiation. <br><br>Rarely, if ever, had I had as much fun doing it as I was right now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>29-06-2018, 17:16:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/cc/3f/ef/cc3fef93c3574bcb6c99995bafa70743--marlon-teixeira-francisco-lachowski.jpg)</div> "Ah, so you're an equal opportunity bitch." A smirk floats across my face. And it keeps growing with every passing millisecond, as if I were an animated character and the artist is still putting the finishing touches. Just as it veers towards being unbearable to look at, I bring my own glass up to my lips and take a quiet sip, letting the words and my arrogance sink in. <br><br>"All this fire and brimstone may be good on screen, love... " I run my eye over you, making no motion to hide the fact. "... And I must admit, you have <em>plenty</em> going on even without it to have a spectacularly successful career. But take it from me, even the greatest can't avoid greasing the wheels a bit."<br><br>I imagine I've strayed well past any acceptable limits of human interaction, which is ironic, considering my lecture is about the same. But it is all in the interest of a very important experiment. <br><br>You see, I'm in need of a star. Actually, more than that, I'm in need of a woman. Powerful. Charismatic. And unafraid to shatter every limit known to society. Unfortunately, it's a bit hard to explain all of that in an audition leaflet or an ad on Craigslist. <br><br>Then there is the small matter of chemistry. I have a problem working with people I cannot get along with. But more to the point, and it is one often ignored by the industry, porn is just so much better when you have two people who are actually attracted to each other. Who knew? <br><br>Fontana Films is on the cusp of something. An evolution, or rather, a revolution, that will bury the established studios under the weight of their own apathy. How in hell do companies in the service of offering people a link to their perfect little fantasies justify ignoring their consumer base? It is 20-fucking-18 and there are still movies that cast the female lead in a french maid's outfit. The lack of imagination alone is chaffing. As I see it, there is a clear niche in the market, waiting to be exploited. <br><br>Bringing in change, however, is a risky business. It may be necessary. It could even prove lucrative. But being the first to take that leap is a horribly daunting prospect. <br><br>And that is why I require a bridge. Something that connects the fans to the old ways, whilst also ushering them into a new era. A symbol of beauty, rapture and decadence. '<br><br>Dani Daniels. <br><br>I place my drink down and cross my legs, showing no signs of backing down. "In fact, while I have you here, would you like to talk a bit of business? I heard you were shopping for new contracts and were even hoping for an exclusive one. Isn't that a bit bold seeing as you're barely even a year into all of this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>30-06-2018, 03:02:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1b/20/f2/1b20f29350c1177f2051604927cc4c94.jpg)</div>As your attention is solely on me, my world also narrows simply to you. The party, the other guests, the rest of the world fades away until it is simply you and I engaged in…<br><br>….whatever type of conversation we were having at the moment.<br>&nbsp;<br>Because you had just called me a bitch. Although that wasn’t the first time a man had done so – hell, it wasn’t the first time a man who wanted in my pants had done so either – it was still surprising to me the lines you were willing to cross. My eyebrows must be into my hairline by now they shoot so high as you give me the back-handed compliment while at the same time administering advice. <br><br>Bouncing my heel in irritation when you lean forward, I take another slow sip as you set a few more questions in front of me. Again, making assumptions that I would follow along with this…<br><br>…..confrontation? Clash of personalities? <br><br>Negotiation of claims to rights? <br><br>“Do I have a choice?” I quip out as you begin the business talk without me even assenting. “Your apparent claim to having a finger on the pulse of the network was a true one, Marlon Fontana,” I drawl out slowly, another sip of the whiskey going down my throat. I make no move to counter you leaning forward and simply stay reclined in the chair. “Exactly one other person knows I’m shopping around and that is because we discussed it at length yesterday…”<br><br>This time I do lean forward, meeting your eyes and letting my arms cross to rest on my knees. I know the effect it will have on my cleavage. I was counting on it. “I don’t see it as being bold. I have a goal, and I’m working towards completing it. But if you know how long I’ve been in the business, then you must be a fan.” The smile on my face is almost wicked and the glass is tilted again as the whiskey gets lower and lower with each small sip. “Been jacking off to me that long, then?” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2018, 17:01:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/af/07/e9af076a4652127ac7ab64e1794fd3db--marlon-teixeira-ss.jpg)</div> "Only when I can't find Kayden Kross." <br><br>Many people have accused me of simply being lucky. But it wasn't until this very moment that I found myself agreeing with them. "She's a little more vocal and a whole lot kinkier." There's nothing like quick wit to keep a woman interested, even when antagonised. <br><br>I smile, my mouth in steadfast pursuit to tick you off, even as my eyes rest on you, and only you. <br><br>Imagine being caught in the glare of a predator, unable to move, or even contemplate moving, just rooted to the spot, as if your muscles have all decided to mutiny. It really is a jungle out here with one very important distinction. The prey never feel fear. Or they don't, when the hunt is orchestrated properly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So I kick things up a notch. Or twenty. <br><br>"I imagine it's her signing a 10-year contract last week that's prompted you - and many others - to question yourselves. And why wouldn't you? She's your peer and she's managed something no one thought possible. Fuck..."<br><br>I take an immensely satisfactory draught of my whiskey and cross my legs, sensing the balance of power shifting. It's a terribly fickle thing and might change again, in as little time as it takes for a heartbeat, but these triumphs need to be savoured. Even those who get paid to fuck Dani Daniels never get to fuck <em>with</em> her. <br><br>"But I must admit, your showcase was particularly thrilling. That last scene where you were screaming for the guy to fuck you till it hurt showed... potential." I use the word as if it were a whip, mercilessly stoking your base instincts, so much that it shouldn't be long before a proper little explosion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>05-07-2018, 18:49:42</strong>
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				The words of another woman’s name leave your lips and it stalls the lowering of my arm after another sip of the delicious whiskey flows past my lips. <br><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRnN8LfT0p-3Y2_iEcoGp320q4zRd69-tEMfZlh_GIxyEr3p27F)</div><br>The burn, however, isn’t as hot as how your next words stoke the fires of my already smoldering anger, coupled with that ever-growing amazement at your boldness, and if I was being completely honest with myself, a hint of lust. <br><br>My arm finishes its journey back to my knee as that smile graces your face and your eyes never leave me. The party is growing to almost boisterous levels around us and I can’t find the ability to make myself care that others could see the interaction. Not with your eyes snaring me like handcuffs to my seat. Your mouth might be talking about another woman’s superior ability to fuck straight to my face, but your eyes are telling a different story. <br><br>Fucking confrontation it is then. The last thoughts of making this a civil discussion on business are thrown out the window. Now it is just about winning, or surviving, this encounter.<br><br>Uncrossing my legs, I straighten in the chair, thighs spreading to reveal just what the hem of my dress usually hides, and spine straightening with the ire you push through my blood. <br><br>“If comparing me and my potential to another woman in the industry is a new flirting technique you’re testing out, you’re a bigger dick with a smaller penis that I thought, Fontana.”<br><br>The words spilled caustically out of my lips, completely disregarding how much of myself I was showing off. Ass, attitude, and otherwise. I pushed out of the chair and over to the table with the whiskey in quick steps. I refilled my glass angrily, spilling some of the expensive liquid in the process on my hand. Raising it to my lips to suck off my fingers as I would if I were in my own kitchen, I toss those long tresses over my shoulders and level my fire-filled gaze at you once more. <br><br>“Jealous?? Besides, one of the most successful porn stars of all time didn’t sign an exclusivity contract with your company, did she? Did those investors outbid, or just out-fuck you?” I quip out, taking a quick pull from my glass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 15:50:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/03/16/4CE02AF000000578-5800619-Baby_on_board_Cheyenne_will_have_an_exciting_announcement_in_the-a-48_1528038386128.jpg)</div> Coarse, with a hint of malice, just about skirting the edge of disdain, amid an air of effortlessly constructed nonchalance. "Oh, you are good." I muse to myself, but my voice does float over across the table, dipped with approval so thick it seems to be hanging off each syllable, like rich chocolate sauce on an all too tiny spoon. <br><br>This show (of exquisite force) is far from over and it keeps drawing me in. Even the most acclaimed thrillers that Hollywood has to offer do not hold my attention as well as you do right now, tempting me with everything from sheer presence to clever flashes. My mind breaks free of the temperance field I always place upon it; a necessary measure to ensure I remain top dog. And when you offer me a peek between your legs, it yells, "Holy fucking hell! Eat your heart out, Sharon Stone!" I really do hope reading other people's thoughts doesn't form a part of your immense skill set.<br><br>"As good as Kayden promised." <br><br>It is time for the reveal. <br><br>I step off my own perch, just in time to see you indulge in my whiskey in a way that makes my eyes narrow and lips tilt. "It is true. She declined my offer, but not 'cause she wasn't interested." I've bulldozed the distance between us, so much that the heat from my body melds with yours, making this little pocket of the garden far too dangerous for simple mortals. Perhaps that's why they're keeping a distance; the women staring wistfully and the men barely hiding their jealousy. "She knew there was someone far more suited to be the life and soul of Fontana films."<br><br>My hand drifts down the line of yours, feigning to touch but instead going for some of the treats on the table, predictably the ones doused in chocolate. "You." <br><br>I turn you around, a hand climbing up to wrap around your neck, the other drifts down to usurp the drink and place it back on the table before the cutlery breaks. My voice dips to levels appropriate for telling the darkest of secrets. "Although, I'd rather that bit of information doesn't end up even the slightest bit mollifying. I want your fire, Dani. I want to unleash you on this world in a way even you never dared think possible." My neck tilts to the side, meaning everything I say is upon breath that lashes against your ear. <br><br>"Tell me, have you had occasion to angry fuck someone so hard that you've broken multiple articles of furniture? Only asking 'cause I'm in need of a new bed and an excuse to send back the old one"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 21:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-4775790966004882767/3676961250335161489.jpg)</div>The whiskey both cooled my rage, letting my eyes continue to burn over your form, and fueled it. I was aware that not only had I just thrown down a gauntlet with my words, but I’d basically slapped you twice in the face with it as well. <br><br>You were supposed to be my host, a business probability… and yet I hadn’t been able to help myself. I was so deep in powerful ire that I couldn’t control my tongue or my urge to rise to your challenge. <br><br>Apparently, you <em>loved</em> that.<br>&nbsp;<br>For other men - lesser men, smarter men - would have walked away far before I’d finished taking a drink from the glass I’d refilled. You, however, came closer. You weren’t burned by the fire in my eyes. Watching yours, I knew you were drawn to it. That surprised me enough to keep me pliant to your touch as you spun me in front of you. <br><br>One of your hands takes control of me by wrapping around my neck. The other tugs the whiskey glass from my own grasp and sets it aside as my feet shuffle between yours, thighs grinding together with immediate need as your words drift over my skin. You wanted my spark, my fire. We’d barely spoken two civil words to each other and you already had bigger plans for our future. <br><br>The hold you have on me, however, isn’t absolute. Not yet. It might be knee-wobblingly dominant and maddeningly erotic, but I wasn’t about to give in just because you knew how to spin pretty words and your touch sent sparks igniting across my skin. You wanted me, and I wasn’t going to be easy. <br><br>The rest of the party fell away, however. Our audience could have been blades of grass for all the attention I paid them. Reaching up to cover your forearm with my hand, I kept your grip on my neck as I spun away from your body and turned around to face you again. Stepping into your body, your hand still around my neck and arm now trapped between my breasts, I turn my blue eyes up to yours. <br><br>“I’ve never broken anything but hearts, Fontana.” My words matched yours. Low, cadenced. Like the kind you whisper to a lover in the middle of a bed big enough to hold a dozen of you. “And I haven’t even said yes to a date yet. Or a contract. We're still in the middle of your party. I don't see any sort of bed. What makes you think I’ll be doing any kind of fucking with you??” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 15:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3K5ZPHsxU/TS-EGTXXTUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LMVoLAnwSc0/s800/5208072646_1b589def37_b.jpg)</div> The question simply hangs for a moment or two. I might possibly have even let it go, seeing it's snarky nature quite clearly marks it as rhetorical. Only, I'm drawn into engaging with you. It actually feels wrong to <em>not</em> grab you, as I have, or tease you, as I am. <br><br>"Who says I'm thinking right now?" The words retain a menace even though they are barely audible. I tilt my head, nestling close enough that my lips graze over your jaw and my cock begins to grind on the most sought after arse in the world. "That really is what's wrong in our industry. There's no spontaneity. And we never listen to our customers either."<br><br>The hold I have around your neck grows just a tiny bit stronger. "When was the last time anyone came up to you at a convention and gushed about a scene - one single scene - and not just the generic 'oh my God, you're the hottest pornatar ever...'"<br><br>Now, my attention shifts to your breasts, natural and therefore incredible. I knead one of the set, groaning in your ear, suckling on it as the heat between us rises. There remains a flash of anger, that little something that makes this little rendezvous stand apart from everything rise, but it is directed at the world. <br><br>I pinch your nipple, knowing full well how very sensitive they become, seeking proof that the attraction is mutual, and, without the slightest warning, I flip you around and run that thick fucking cock up and down your booty, making it ever so apparent that we are no longer decent. <br><br>Cue the cell phones, and then the Instagram tags. <br><br>"You've never be caught in public, have you?" I breathe with a sense of sinful pride. "Not even for a shoot." Now there is smugness too. The kind that will rekindle a woman's rage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 15:09:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1b/20/f2/1b20f29350c1177f2051604927cc4c94.jpg)</div>I wait til your lips are on my jaw to let the effect you have on me show on my face. A fluttering of eyelashes and biting of my lower lip to repress a groan when those hot, sin-laden words breath over my skin. Some of them I understand. Others float over my head, or get lost in the mix of heat and pounding heartbeats. Because your hands find my tits through my dress and you waste no time in teasing them to life. My fingers grip at your biceps, fingernails digging into the tan skin there just enough to leave small red lines when you decide I’ve had enough and spin me around, leaving me gasping. <br><br>My hands hit the table, jarring the whiskey and glassware there as that cock of yours splits my ass cheeks beneath my dress, which now rides dangerously high on my thighs. <br><br>It’s not the flash of the cell phone camera that snaps me out of that pleasurable daze that has almost dampened my ire. It’s the fucking smug attitude in your voice. Pushing up to lay my back to your chest, I hook one hand behind your neck, eyes raking over the party-crowd that is half-playing at not paying attention to us and half recording every fucking move with their eyes and phones. Tilting my head slightly, I let my teeth graze along your stubble-covered jawline. “Never.” I whisper softly, letting my nails drag along your scalp for a moment and arching my back to press my ass just enough into you that my breasts and nipples are straining against the dress fabric to be let out. <br><br>“And I don’t plan on letting you be the first to do that to me either…” I whisper out, bending my knees slightly and dropping to the side. The move would drag my ass over your cock some more, but it would also dislodge the hold you had around my waist. Enough so I could slip free. <br><br>A few steps puts me at arm’s length from you. Walking backwards now, so I can keep you in my sights, I let a smirk tilt my lips at you as the distance grew between us. “Just like those fans that gush over my girl-on-girl scenes, or the ones where I’m giving a particularly messy blow job, baby, you’re just gonna have to buy my tapes to check them out.” <br><br>Turning then, on the walkway that led to the home still lit up for the party, I paused. My hands gathered the hem of my dress and lifted it slowly those last couple of inches. It dragged up my thighs, hugged the underside of my ass, and melted into my curves until just that moment when I’d tugged too much, and my ass popped free. You, and everyone with eyeballs at the party could see what I wore beneath the teal-colored confection. Nothing but a sweet little sparkling plug in my ass. <br><br>“Besides… I’m not sure you’re enough to sate all my hungers, Marlon.” My eyes dragged over your form. The rest of the party-goers could have been screaming for my attention, but those blue eyes of mine were all on you. “What do you think?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>25-07-2018, 18:17:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fashfever.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/marlon-teixeira-agua-de-coco-031.jpg)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">You really do have the knack for stealing a scene, not to mention a need to keep the upper hand. It amuses me. No. It <em>excites</em> me. <br><br>And I haven't felt that way in years. <br><br>The feel of your skin against mine. That rush as we grind against each other. The urgency of our hands. All of it has be remorselessly aroused. You know I am remorselessly aroused. And you walk away, which is perfectly fine. But then you flash your arse and the lovely little thing in it for the express purpose of driving me mad. <br><br>Well, mission accomplished. <br><br></div><div class="floatright">&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW inspiration</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2018/01/19/620/18973179.gif)</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Not big enough," I reply finally, lips twisting into a wicked grin. "I've actually got better ones upstairs." It isn't the answer to the question you asked, but the one that you wanted me to pick up on. "And I'll get you the number if my guy as well. Can't have one of my girls caught with substandard equipment."<br><br>I walk over, slowly, as if I don't care if you run away, and yet it is that very cadence that should trap you in place. Submissives usually recognise when a Dominant means business. <br><br>My hand curls around your neck and I force you back against the glass, a proper thud sounding as your back hits it. "But if you ever get sick of your usual toys..." The words are carried on a whisper, strong enough to bore down into your fucking subconscious, "there's a place for you here..." I press in, my cock jutting against your bare thighs. "Right by my side..." Our lips meet, and it isn't gentle either. My hold of you grows tighter, arching your face up so I can have my fill, devouring you to sate both my anger and my lust. "Or in front..." I guide your hands around my shoulders and yank your legs up around my waist, locking them firmly in place. "Even bent the fuck over..." I growl, finally leaning back to assault you with the darkness in my eyes. <br><br>Every eyeball lucky enough to be at the mansion is staring at us. So I reach out to slam the door shut, allowing the hundreds of peeping toms only the meagre pleasure of hearing you scream as I fuck you until you break. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 14:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mypornstarbook.net/pornstars/k/kleio_valentien/gallery55/images/02.jpg) </div><br>Life had a way of stamping on you hard when you were already down.<br><br>It had already been a pretty shit start to the month, what with Greg breaking up with me to focus on a new piece of skirt who would believe his lies, but I’d never imagined what the knock-on effects of that bastard splitting up with me would be. <br><br>Having been the one who got me into soft, and then hard core in the first place, he’d acted as my agent; negotiating and signing the contracts on my behalf. What I hadn’t realised that meant was, the moment he dumped me for this other floozy, the companies I’d been shooting for wouldn’t touch me with a bargepole, because they wanted to keep their relationship with him. Given I had lowered my limits to do any kind of shoot they had asked for over the last year—no matter how perverse or humiliating I’d found them—and that had seriously pissed me off.<br><br>With no money coming in, I was in serious threat of becoming homeless in the near future, but that was the least of my problems, given I’d probably be kicked out of the country first, thanks to my work visa requiring me to, well, work.<br><br>All of which had led me to the position I was in now.<br><br>Desperation was a funny thing, but the thought of going back to my own country a failure and having to face the mockery of ‘that man’ who was only a father by blood had me looking for any alternative, no matter how unpalatable they may be. Because of this, I’d found myself late at night, blowing a producer in the back of an alley—not for a part in his new film, as I’d hoped, but for a place on a private jet for a party involving many of the movers and shakers in the industry.<br><br>That this ‘place’ involved me being one of the cocktail waitresses for the evening wasn’t just a kick in the teeth, but a slap to the mouth, and spank to the arse as well. Granted, I’d got his weak-assed argument that being there gave me access to make my case (or beg) for new work, but given half of the people on the fucking flight were people I’d either worked with, or were friends of Greg, all I was getting for my efforts was a night of humiliation.<br><br>At first I thought I could simply ignore them, and focus on some of the studios that I hadn’t been involved with before, but it quickly transpired that most of the people working tonight had exactly the same idea. Not only that, my tattoos and alt look apparently made me more intimidating, and a lot less of a prospect than the bevvy of other bimbos on display.<br><br>Having spent hours getting nowhere fast, whilst being forced to smile glassily at the various different wankers and bitches who indulged in talking down to me, and squeezing my butt, I needed to find a place where I could have a few minutes to myself, so I could scream as loud as I could, and possibly do some damage to some furniture.<br><br>What I didn’t expect when I slipped into what I thought was an unoccupied room, was to be confronted by what I saw.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 03:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.talkativeman.com/img/Airbus_A350_XWB_Prestige_Cabin_Layout_Plan.jpg)</div>I reached out with one hand, gripping the edge of the small door that you had opened earlier and pushed it shut behind me, closing us off in one of the bedrooms within the luxury airplane we were currently attending a party on. The lights were dimmed, like they had been throughout most of the cabin’s interior, casting a soft glow around the opulently decorated room. It also gave your face ominous, dark, sultry shadows as you sat on the edge of the bed across from me, elbows going to your knees, hands clasping loosely in front of you. That dark hair – slightly shorter now than when we had first met but no less unruly – decorated your forehead as your eyes devoured my form. I knew that gaze. That look. It very much matched my own when we were hungry for each other. <br><br>The teasing, easy conversation we’d been having had stalled after getting too intense to ignore and interrupted too many times by party-goers, revelers in pleasure like us. Growing hungers needed sating. So like a few times before, we’d found a hidden place that was still very much in plain view. So while the conversation had died off, your gaze spoke volumes like always and told me everything I needed to know. Your eyes hadn’t strayed from my form since the moment I’d stepped out of our home and into the private car waiting to take us to the airport. I’d chosen a dress that showed off the assets of mine you enjoyed the most. <br><br>Namely, everything. <br><br>The pink tone of the body-hugging fabric set off my sun-kissed skin, the open portions on the dress displayed pieces of flesh that were advised against showing off in any kind of public, and the black edging matched the small, lace collar I wore. That piece of jewelry was one of three items I rotated through my every-day accessories – either the collar, a matching bracelet, or a similar anklet – all designed exclusively for me and used as a symbol denoting who and what I was to you. Owned. The pieces were meant to be versatile, so I could wear specific ones depending on the outfit and activities of each day. <br><br>The collar tugged at me now. Even though neither of us touched it.<br>&nbsp;<br>Dropping to my knees, then slowly pushing to my hands, I crawled the few feet between us. My straight honey brown tresses fell over my shoulder as my ass and hips swayed tantalizingly. I let my body do the talking instead of my mouth, intent on pushing the limits of your patience as I took my sweet time crossing the few feet between us quietly while the party raged outside the room’s thin walls. I’d known ever since that first night we met you were not a man who tolerated waiting for what he wanted. Not for very long, anyways. But the anticipation of capture had already made me wet and after several months together – both in a personal relationship and in a professional business one – I’d learned a thing or two about the man who I now called mine. <br><br>My voice was low, breathy when I finally broke the silence and continued the conversation as if hitting the play button again. “Regardless of where we are…” I started, my eyes never leaving yours even while my hands pushed yours aside and slid up your hard thighs to the clasp of the all-to-expensive pair of slacks you wore. “…Or who is around…” I continued, kneeling between your feet now, tossing my hair over my shoulder as my ass strained the fabric of my dress while I knelt in those ridiculously-high black pumps. My hands parted the folds of those pants, and it took less than a few heartbeats to find my prize. <br><div class="floatleft">(http://triksa.com/uploads/posts/2013-01/1357253520_clipboard02.jpg)</div><br>You. Thick. Hard. And throbbing in my hand. I pulled my hand back, watching your face, and slowly brought my thumb up to lick the pad of it. Letting you see the pink of my tongue before it disappeared back into my mouth and I could grasp your dick once more, circling the head with my thumb and stroking intently.&nbsp; <br><br>“You know your pleasure is my priority,” I finished, spreading my thighs a bit wider. Tilting my head back just a bit farther so the tips of my hair brushed along my up-turned ass, I lifted my lips to yours, stroking your cock that I meant to suck after sealing those words with a ferocious kiss. Just as our mouths melded together, though, the door to the bedroom swung open, light and sound pouring it. <br><br>None of it stopped me from pleasuring you. Only slowed the pace a bit as I shifted to the side to glance over my shoulder. My eyes lit on the blonde beauty who’d stumbled into our little haven, and while surprise was my first expression, it immediately morphed into a smile. One mischievous and welcoming. While I didn’t expect us to be interrupted, or joined, it wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened. <br><br>The red dress highlighted her skin and the curvy figure was silhouetted by the light from the party beyond the door. My eyes flicked back up to yours for a moment, looking for some sort of direction, before switching back to hers. My hand left your cock, but didn’t go far. Simply sat on your thigh so I could turn a bit more for balance. Others might have screamed to close the door, get out, stop with the interruption. But us? We were different. <br><br>“Hello there gorgeous…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 15:14:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://sight-management.com/uploads/models/000/223/536/original/marlon_teixeira_risbel_magazine_011.jpg)</div> There are so many thoughts racing through my head. A haphazard clutter of all the possibilities. One moment I'm imagining the two girls bumping and grinding, the next they're in the midst of a liplock. Eventually, they are both on the floor salivating at the sight of my ridiculously hard cock. <br><br>First impressions in the porno world. Gotta love em. <br><br>"Just what the doctor ordered." I look into the blonde's eyes. Although not in the mood to get up and greet her - manners take a bit of a back seat when your dick is out and dangling - I do offer a smile. "An audience." There's a twinkle in my eye, making despicable intentions perfectly clear. "Should we ask for requests, mommy?"<br><br>I finally get onto my feet, drawing you with me, knowing full well that you despise it soon after I bang on one of your buttons. I know a curse is coming; sharp, wicked and memorable. By the time it leaves your lips, I have you body coiled around mine; beautifully lush legs being subjected to all too probing caresses until my hands settle on her arse and I look up into your eyes. <br><br>"Did you really think I wouldn't retaliate after the tease you put me through."<br><br>It was decided - not days ago - that we would hide our newest kink from the outside world. After all. we'd stumbled upon it by mere quirk of fate. <br><br>Late-night excursions through the internet followed by a rousing session taking the mickey out of almost every single adult movie we chanced upon eventually led us down the path of roleplay. We pretended to be the characters, or at least a parody of them, struggling to keep a straight face while trading dialogues that were intentionally and notoriously cheesy. <br><br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW inspiration</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2015/03/29/620/11177862.gif)</div></div></div>Of course, through it all, we simply couldn't keep our hands off each other, which meant it wasn't very long before everything below the hip scrambled to line up with each other. Just as I was about to enter, however, I dug my nails into your booty, bit your ear lobe and whispered with no shortage of lust the words "oh mommy..."<br><br>You went <em>haywire</em>. <br><br>Pseudo incest. Who knew? <br><br>We continued experimenting with the genre. We pored over hours of research. We fucked. We came. We laughed. And we complained about the utter lack of quality footage out there to service this kink. And that's when it hit me. I finally knew how Fontana Films could dominate the market for years to come. <br><br>This trip, when it was first put on my docket, was merely meant to help me unwind. But by the time I stepped on that plane, it had a whole new purpose altogether. I needed to find more talent. And as luck would have it, one of the very best was standing not two feet away. <br><br>I kissed mommy hard before dropping her back to the floor, the spank almost academic, and stepped towards our delicious intruder. "Tasha Roxx. I was actually hoping to run into you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 09:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mypornstarbook.net/pornstars/k/kleio_valentien/gallery55/images/02.jpg) </div><br>I liked to think I was unshockable. <br><br>In the short time that I’d been in the porn industry, I had been exposed to more shady dealings, backroom ‘negotiations’, casting couch sessions and outright molestations than I could count, after all—not to mention all the extreme stuff I’d been asked to do when I’ve actually been in front of the camera.<br><br>I knew what went on at these events—I wasn’t naïve—and having a bedroom on a private plane with all these pheromones and over exposed skin knocking about was a guarantee to have someone wanting to ‘knock one off’ as it were.<br><br>Hell, I’d purposely gone commando for that very reason—I did NEED a job, after all.<br><br>Even so, standing there in that small room, having interrupted these two in their ‘extra-curricular activities’ I was shocked.<br><br>It wasn’t the dress that the brunette that was had surprised me—hell she looked good enough to eat in it, and I made a mental note to ask her where to get it from, if I could get away with it.<br><br>It wasn’t the casual way she just shifted on the guys thigh to regard me as if I’d just interrupted her watching tv.<br><br>It wasn’t how the guy kissed the girl in a way that would have possibly required oxygen to recover from, before dropping her casually onto the floor.<br><br>It wasn’t even that they were fucking in the first place.<br><br>No, what shocked me was that they seemed to know who I was.<br><br>"Tasha Roxx. I was actually hoping to run into you."<br><br>Now, if you heard that in any film worth its salt, you were going to anticipate bad things for the person who they were hoping to run into—possibly involving knives and a fight on the roof—but given we were 10,000 feet up in the air, and he was looking more like he wanted to fuck me than kill me, I guess I was safe for now.<br><br><strong>“Y…you were?”</strong> I stumbled over my words in surprise. <br><br><em>Fuck Tash, come on get it together.</em><br><br>Clearing my throat, I unconsciously shifted my stance so that my hip jutted out a little more to better shape my frame to them in the light coming from the other side of the open doorway. Eyes flickering between them, I began to wonder what I’d stumbled on here.<br><br><strong>“Judging from your tone of voice, I’m guessing you wasn’t looking for a drink,” </strong>I stated, managing to recover enough to try to take a little of the initiative; sliding the drinks tray onto the dresser next to me and plucking off an old fashioned to sip it. <strong>“What exactly can I do for you?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 16:46:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3K5ZPHsxU/TS-EGTXXTUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LMVoLAnwSc0/s800/5208072646_1b589def37_b.jpg)</div> I am impressed. Given that it's virtually impossible to stay zen after stumbling into a room whose occupants insist on bringing the <em>kama sutra</em> to life, Tasha seems to be doing rather well. In fact, I find myself giving her a truckload of brownie points for fixing herself a drink and then, equally calmly, slipping into the conversation. <br><br>"Many, many things." The words drip with invitation. Sultry. Tempting. And a little bit heinous. <br><br>My attention turns to Dani now. Her curves on display, she sits like a coveted prize on the edge of the bed. I thrust my right hand out in her direction and wiggle my forefinger, demanding that she bring her perfect fucking arse over and park it where it belongs. <br><br>Right in front of my preening cock. <br><br>"Oh I fucking love that." The filthy whisper sashays past her ear as she makes a tiny little dream come true, teasing me with a not so subtle roll of her hips. There is nothing I like better than a lovely plump rump, the feel of it against my shaft, the sheer glorious friction. <br><br>And Dani's is quite special, by the way. The entire community agrees that she's far too good for porn. But they decided to keep her because she had the best fucking butt in the business. Every single scene would have a proper chunk of time devoted to her shaking that delicious money maker, and a horde of male talent kept falling over each other in a sprint to get her on her knees. <br><br>My lips are drawn to her shoulder, parting to indulge my tongue, and they trail upwards, seeking the nape of her neck. "So good..." I growl, hands seeking out those perky little breasts, squeezing them with an almost debilitating hunger. I cannot, for the life of me, keep my lust in check when she's around. Scratch that, I remember days when she's driven me out of my mind even though she was in a different fucking city. <br><br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW inspiration</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d013fa483fc020ef6a5900d97c2686a6/tumblr_ncd7wuwwcK1thclpmo8_500.gif)</div></div></div>My kisses grow fiercer, and in the perfect example of a self-perpetuating spiral, my cock grows harder. "Jesus, look at what you do to me..." I bite her ear, a wolfish grin spreading across my lips as I look up into Tasha's eyes. "Look at what she does to me..." I suckle on her jaw. "Off camera..." I slap her tit. "Without silly idiots dictating her every action..." I kiss her perfect fucking lips, with my hand clenched tight in her hair.&nbsp; "Bet if we were recording this, we'd have a best-seller on our hands. Oh wait, we do." I point to the cameras that had been fitted at various locations in the room at my request. <br><br>I have to sell this properly if I wanted my plan, all of three minutes old, to work. <br><br>I'd read somewhere that our soon to be friend got off on voyeurism. And judging by how she hadn't excused herself even though he was naked from the waist down and she was wearing the definition of a fuck-me outfit, the information appeared to be accurate. <br><br>All that is left is to use it. Use it to make her wet. To cloud her mind. And shatter inhibitions. <br><br>The fingers of my dominant hand reach down to Dani's clit and, the moment contact is made, everything starts to escalate. "That's it..." I coo greedily, working that poor little nub into a frenzy. "Give it to me... Gimme that fucking cum... " I growl, guiding the horny brunette towards the dirty blonde, rapidly swindling away her ability to stand without support. It shouldn't be long before she has to reach for the wall on either side of Tasha to hold herself steady. Unless, of course, she can summon the strength to tear herself free. <br><br>"Tasha, honey..." I pant. "Tell me... if you can see her eyes rolling back into her head..." My pace quickens. "I love seeing that but as you can see... I'm otherwise occupied..."<br><br>I am going to make her beg to be part of Fontana films. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 20:13:19</strong>
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				Like two gunshots, the slaps my hands make on the walls are hard, fast, and loud. First the right, then the left make their way up to either side of your sleek form. Pleasure was coiled like a snake, low in my belly, fed and fostered there by him and his wicked words. It was ready to strike and take me to my knees in multiple orgasms the moment there was an opening. I was fighting to keep it leashed and bracing against the wall has slightly helped. Over our time together, he has, with military precision accuracy, destroyed all the walls I’d built to stave off ecstasy. Any defenses I’d garnered from relationships in the past were roadblocks and stopsigns for others. <br><br>He'd used them like speedbumps and flown past them all.<br>&nbsp;<br>So when he called me from my solitary confinement on the bed and began to further seduce me right in front of you, using every naughty trick in the book, I was <em>almost</em> powerless to resist.<br><br>It wasn’t like I was taking all the hits and giving nothing back. I knew the affect of grinding my ass against his thick, rampant cock. I knew just how hard, how deep to kiss him back to set off the fireworks in the back of his head. I knew just the way he liked me to suck on that slick tongue and swirl my hips in the slowest of circles to drive him insane with lust. I know he can’t resist my tits and pushing them into his hands is just too easy when he grips them like he owns them. <br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.top4themes.com/data/out/35/5617180-dani-daniels-wallpapers.png)</div><br>Your seduction is his plan, and I might just be the accessory to it, but everyone was about to go down with this ship. <br><br>Slitted now, as his fingers do their worst on my cunt and clit, my eyes watch your reaction, even as my jaw drops open on a harsh gasp. The drink is still in your hand, and you are all but a deer in headlights as my hands brace against the wall on either side of your shoulders and I push back against him with my ass, trying to keep my clit out of his reach for even a second more.<br>&nbsp;<br>I tip my head back, the crown of my head going against his collarbone, my straightened locks well on their way to becoming a tangled mess. “Tell him <em>no</em>…” I breath out, my words harsh and ragged. I also obviously don’t care that he can hear my words. I probably want him to hear, even, knowing that will elevate the tease. There’s a wicked grin that grows across my face, even as my eyelashes flutter shut for a moment. “Tell him it’s not working at all. That I’m not even close to cumming…”<br><br>There’s a flash of a naughty idea that crosses my mind and it opens my eyes, pupils dilated and the blue iris almost black with lust. My gaze is on yours immediately, my right hand sliding over to shakily stroke across your jaw and hook a bit behind your neck, fingers just entering those beautiful, blonde locks. “Tell him I need more, Tasha…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 19:48:33</strong>
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				The scene could have been out of porn film, if they hadn’t obviously been enjoying what they were doing so much and, despite my experience in the scene, I was almost too embarrassed to watch.<br><br>Almost.<br><br>Drinking in the way he crooked one finger to demand the attention of that perfect arse, only for her to eagerly comply, I felt a dampness between my legs. That drip turned into a trickle as he bragged of what she did to him, even as he grasped her hair roughly and tugged it in order to share a feral kiss with the brunette. The smell of her sex, as he plucked her button, coupled with the fact they were recording this for posterity ratcheted the trickle up into a steady dribble that would have soaked my panties if I had been wearing them.<br><br>But something else started the flood.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://b2.yotiki.com/pics-final-2/c0d/c45/c0dc45883a2954445d31f0365a6395f7.jpg) </div><br>Watching them, I got the sense they were almost performing for me, even as they were trying to compete with each other. That growl as he flicked her possessively and asked me if his ministrations had the effect he was hoping for, only for her breathless grin to counter that he should be told she wasn’t only close…fuck.<br><br>They were playing each other; trying to drive the other one over right in front of me, AND enjoying the fact they had an audience. I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do, despite my seeming bravado, but the hand that snaked across my cheek and jaw caused my pussy to clench at the same time as her fingers gripped behind my neck.<br><br>And then she said the words.<br><br>“Tell him I need more, Tasha…”<br><br>They were giving me a ticket to join in, and having been blown off and humiliated for the last two hours by people who didn’t want me, I didn’t even think before I decided to board.<br><br><strong>“You need someone to draw you a map on where you should be teasing her?” </strong>I asked him lightly, glancing at the camera briefly as I ducked under the girls arm to circle around them like a stalking tiger, my voice seductive and playful. <strong>“You’ve got to do a lot better than that to make that fountain gush, lover boy.”</strong><br><br>Fuck, if I get this wrong, I can kiss my last chance at staying in this country goodbye, but if I did, I was going to go out in flames.<br><br><strong>“Forget showing off to the camera’s, show us both what you can do,”</strong> I egged him on, leaning over to whisper in his ear. <strong>“Show me you’ve got what it takes to make her moan so hard, they will hear it in the cockpit. Give her everything you’ve got!”</strong><br><br>I was lost to it now; the devil inside of me was coming out, and it was determined to play as hard and fast as it could. It might not be good sense, and I would be mortified about it later, but for now all I wanted to do was play up for the cameras, and make these two shoot their loads so someone would remember who I was.<br><br><strong>“And you,”</strong> I said, turning my attention to the hot and horny brunette, squirming and shaking next to him, pressing my cheek against hers, feeling her warmth on my skin. <strong>“Tell him what you what that will make you cum all over his face, so he can ram his cock inside of you like he so desperately begging for. Get him to put on a show.”</strong><br><br>Okay, I'd stolen a few lines from my work, but it worked then, and it better work now. <em>I needed this!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 08:52:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/03/16/4CE02AF000000578-5800619-Baby_on_board_Cheyenne_will_have_an_exciting_announcement_in_the-a-48_1528038386128.jpg)</div> A crooked little smile creases my features, bristling with pleasure, and more than a hint of triumph. I had made no conscious attempt to infuse such emotion into the twisting of my upper lip. Indeed, I can't even remember making the decision to do so. It is, in the truest sense, a reflex action. A window into my mind. A crescent-shaped gash in the fabric of reality itself. <br><br>It may be that neither Dani nor Tasha noticed its presence. After all, the one who knew to look for it faced away from him, and the other was still trying to get her equilibrium back after falling into a deliciously screwed-up rabbit hole. I had seen the surprise fade from her eyes, replaced quite seamlessly by lust, need and hunger. I could hear the unbridled delight in her voice, egging me on as I brought glorious ruin on another woman. And I knew she was contributing, heavily, to the scent of sex that hung thick in the air. <br><br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW inspiration</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2016/02/11/300/14973711.gif)</div></div></div>It hadn't been long since I'd felt the urge to get myself a new toy. This entire trip was a spur of the moment decision. And not two hours into it, by little more than dumb fucking luck, I'd found her. Oh wait. It was the other way around. <em>She'd</em> found <em>me</em>. Christ, what were the odds? Somewhere between winning the lottery and finding the lost city of Atlantis? <br><br>"You know what happens when you tease me, don't you, mommy?" There was venom in those words. "When you rile me up." I force my cock horizontal and thrust it in between Dani's thighs, rocking my hips back and forth just so that insatiable rod of flesh is doused in her juices. "You know what goading me like that does, don't you?" I slap one of her tits, the other hand practicing to relieve the use of her legs from her, rubbing that swollen clit with skill that almost seems vindictive. <br><br>Long, sultry kisses pepper the nape of her neck. I slant my hips upward, directing it to nuzzle against her pussy, if only a little bit, the entire length of it slick as fuck. I grope your breasts, knowing full well that it is among the quickest routes to your undoing. And finally, the coup de grace. "I am going to wreck you... I'm going to show the entire world what a filthy little slut you are... How much you love cum... How desperately you crave a collar... This collar... <em>My</em> collar..."<br><br>There is, of course, only one quick way to do that. <br><br>With my cock in your arse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>30-08-2018, 21:50:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/812tLbaqBHL._SX425_.jpg)</div><em>"You know what happens when you tease me, don't you, mommy?"</em><br><br>Oh, I knew. <br><br><em>"When you rile me up."</em><br><br>Fuck, I knew. It was that knowledge I had been banking on when the decision to push our interlude beyond acceptable public limits was made and I roped Tasha into the whole sultry mix. In the last four months, it felt like he and I had packed four years’ worth of teasing and fucking in, finding our own perfect kinks and setting the stakes higher for pleasure every chance we got. The blonde bombshell that was in the room with us now was the perfect compliment to our pairing. She stepped in with her sexy words and used them to tease right along with me. <br><br><em>"You know what goading me like that does, don't you?"</em><br><br>At this point, I could write a thesis on the subject. Speaking, however, and answering those obviously rhetorical questions was beyond my capacity. The whole of my attention is directed right to your cock. The one sliding between my legs, soaking itself in my juices, and giving just as good as I did by teasing the ever-loving fuck out of me. My knees buckled with the threatening slap to my tit, but those arms of steel of yours were back around me in a heartbeat. One around my waist, hand dipping down to devastate my clit, while the other groped at the tits you just abused, soothing the sting with your warm palms. The sensations of my hard nipples being rubbed perfectly sent a shudder through my body and my own hands clenched in need. One was on the arm around my waist. The other was on her – tugging her closer, keeping that skin in contact with my own even as his words continued to weave a disastrously perfect web of intimate ecstasy around the three of us.&nbsp; <br><br>Your cock lined up with my asshole and the cry of anticipation from my lips drowns out the first few words you growl against my ear. I can’t help it. The pleasure is too high and that desperate need to fulfill it is an addicting sensation. <br><br><em>“….How desperately you crave a collar...”</em><br><br>The thick mushroom head of your dick presses against the tight ring of my ass and the hand I have on your arm reaches out, slamming back against the door near her head again. That feeling of you taking my most forbidden hole is always intensely powerful, and both my ass and cunt clench in anticipation.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“This collar...”</em> <br><br>I can feel your hips move against my ass, that thick head spreading the ring of muscles and popping past my tight backdoor opening before continuing to slide inside. It was slow and wet enough that all I felt was pleasure mixed with the perfect touch of stretching pain – you were big and I was tight and I instantly wanted more.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>“<strong>My</strong> collar..."</em><br><br>The emphasis on that word led you balls-deep inside me and I sunk back against your length, squeezing my ass tight around your shaft and screaming through clenched teeth in the pleasure of it all. Your cock was owning me, as much as that collar you spoke about wrapped around my neck and did the same. My cunt weeped to be filled as well while you stretched my ass out with that pulsating length.<br><br>Keeping me steady with the arm around my waist, your other arm slipped under my right leg, hauling it up and out to open my ass up further for your fucking. Each thrust had my muscles clenching around that thick length, milking it with my ass. This wasn’t the first time you had fucked my ass, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Each time you reached depths I swore no one else knew of and it left me in a perpetual state of need for more. <br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> NSFW Inspiration</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://embed.gyazo.com/8422221b3a814c49c299d721db005078.gif)</div></div></div><br>I could feel every inch pulse when he was fully inside of me, stretching me out like no one else did, and taking possession of my ass like no one else dared. <br><br>“Fuck yes, baby boy…” The name spilled out of my lips unbidden for the first time and I couldn’t resist as your dominance lit my own spark and I found Tasha’s gaze. Mere moments ago she had been whispering in my ear, and now it was time for me to return the favor. My hand crept up her front as Marlon continued his steady thrusting in and out of my ass. Fingers wove into those blonde locks and I drug her lips to mine, kissing another cry of pleasure into them, sucking on her sweet tongue before letting go. “It’s not his face I want to cum on, beautiful…” I whispered out harshly, turning the blonde’s own previous words against her.<br><br>I was staring down the barrel of my own orgasm and it lit my blue eyes as I grinned at Tasha and pushed her downwards. “Put that wicked tongue to use….. <em>OH, GOD</em>….” I cried out as his cock once again slid deep into my ass and fucked me hard enough to darken my gaze. “<em>Fuck</em>,” I said breathlessly, the desire in my voice echoing throughout the room along with the sounds of his flesh slapping up against mine. <br><br>“Be a good little slut and use those lips on my pussy to eat me out while he fucks my ass, Tasha…” My fingers clenched in her hair and I groaned again, the next words coming out quick and low. “I’m going to cum so fucking good on his cock and then he’s gonna fuck you with it next, baby girl…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 22:21:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 22pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Un viejo capítulo</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">It is only a few months after Marlon and Dani first met - and well before their tryst with Tasha - but they have still had more than enough time to explore every kind of sex possible. The greedy bastard can't stop pushing limits and this is the story of how a big one got broken</span></span></em></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSKWTedQvBbo_6oZ01RK6NdrJ70RddP8mHNLvrqwAUz49kkG704)</div>I wake up smothered in luxury. Cotton sheets with thread counts that make people go pale lay in a crumpled mess around me. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows ushered in the light of dawn into my room. They're coded to become opaque when needed and every morning, at the appropriate time - like when I finally sit up straight - the house AI toggles the function off and treats me to a view of the world I've conquered. <br><br>"Thanks, Rhonda. Tea and shower ready?"<br><br>"Yes, princess." The programmers had taught it sarcasm and I couldn't be happier for it. <br><br>The mess from the party the night before had vanished indicating that the cleaning service had come and gone. I'd met Rodrigo and his crew back in the early days of my time in the Mafia. They were good people, who'd come to LA in search of a better life. Except his sister had taken that refrain a little too seriously and was found in the bed of Don Julio's only son. Drug lords like him don't often like the heir to their throne falling under the thrall of some skirt and so he'd contacted Joanna Fontana in search of a quick and permanent solution. Luckily, she'd put me on the job and I'd improvised. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.homedit.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Luxurious-Bathroom-Design.jpg)</div>"Rhonda, remind me to send a bottle of Patrón to Rodey." I climb out of bed and wander into the bathroom, smiling as the tub started filling up upon my entry, the temperature of the water already sown into the system. "Mmmm, <em>fuck</em> that's good," I sigh, leaning back into the white marble. "but that's better." There was no more sound as I started tugging at my cock, eyes falling closed again, conjuring various obscene images from a remarkably full memory. <br><br>"Oh God, yes" I groan, my toes curling, spine tensing and chest heaving. The ripples in the tub began to get bigger, more erratic as my strokes increased in rhythm. I run my thumb over the thick, bulging crown, wincing from how sensitive it is, and soon my hips starting to buck, pleasure taking over. I stroke my dick harder, little gasps of both effort and delight now breaking the silence. "That's it..." My voice grows rough as I near my peak. And just as I feel myself approaching the edge, my hand flies off and my eyes snap open, glazed from the thrill of another edging session. <br><br>"Alright tin can, what's on the agenda today?" <br><br>"Brunch with the Miss Stevenson from the bank," came Rhonda's reply. "Then a sit-down with DJ Morph at Club Che and you're free for the rest of the day to keep jerking off."<br><br>"Perfect. Get the car out. The Aston this time. And email Dani. Ask her to come by tonight. Oh and make sure to attach a clip of my bath just now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>20-10-2018, 21:57:40</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Un viejo capítulo:</span></span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DZcDhYLX0AItBmM.jpg)</div>Setting the pen down, I leaned back in the chair across from my manager, crossing my jean-clad legs. “So once they get that contract, the merchandise will be sent and we’ll come up with a photo shoot time and posting date?” <br><br>Joyce, the older, wiser, and flamboyantly coiffed woman who had helped negotiate my career to the precipice it was at now, nodded an affirmative. This mid-day meeting was earning me several paychecks at once that would not only keep the roof over my head, but help the little production company business in the works. <br><br>Scooping up the signed paper, she then set down three others in front of me. “I’ll have it sent over right away. Those followers you have amassed are going to be salivating for their product. Now. Sweetheart. This one is for the Adam &amp; Eve product line we spoke about earlier, this is for a shoot with Marsha May promoting the sex toy line, just softcore, publicity, the like.” The woman’s fake, manicured red nails waved over the printed-out pieces of paper with a flick of her bangle-laden wrist. Joyce was old-school and I loved her for it. “And this, this is the latest offer for that scene with Johnny…”<br><br>It was the last contract I picked up first, naturally. One of the biggest porn companies in the Valley had been trying to get me to on camera for an anal scene with their main male star for the past few months. I’d politely declined so far. This contract was enticing. Enough to buy me a new Bentley and then some… <br><br>Pushing the paper back towards Joyce, I picked up the pen again and signed my name to the first two contracts. “Decline again on that one, Baba. Tell them the fee is still too low, that the dates don’t line up with my calendar. Let’s see what they counter with next time.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“There might not be a next time!” <br><br>Shrugging, I leaned over the desk and kissed her rouged cheek. “Oh, I think there will be. And it’ll be enough to buy you that house in Boca, I promise.” Backing towards the door, I gathered my things with a grin. “Vegas is still on for this weekend?” Her exasperated nod was all I needed. “Good. I’ll be sure to let you know how the venue treats us this time.” <br><br>“Is what’s-his-name tagging along?” <br><br>I gave her an enigmatic smile and remembered at that moment I had turned my phone off the night before and had yet to flick it back on. I’d politely refused Marlon’s invitation to the latest party at his pad, knowing if I was there, I’d never make it here in time. Turning my phone off had been a way to keep myself from caving into his temptations again. “He’s not on the guest list at the strip club.”<br><br>With a wave, I was out the door and turning my phone back on, letting it boot up as I tucked back into a sleek little black BMW. The few text messages were expected, along with a couple voicemails. The email came up next and he could never be easy, could he? Instead of flowers, or chocolates, normal romantic gestures, this man was sending her…<br><br><em>Fuck</em>, that was hot. <br><br>The video played on my screen, slightly grainy, and a little skippy with the reception was no less impactful. My hand had been around that cock. In that very tub, no less. The churning water evoked other memories as well and the end – Marlon’s hand flying from his cock and his eyes connecting with the camera before the video paused had me gasping. Hard. Even as someone who lived and breathed the porn industry for a living, this was something sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my cunt and had my fingers fumbling to re – <br><br>The screen froze. The phone locked. It flickered a few times and then went dead. Anything I tried was useless. With a cry of frustration, I tossed it to the seat next to me and fired up my cars engine. <br><br>Hours later, sometime around when errands were finished and dinner was supposed to be, I walked into the kitchen of the Fontana mansion. Still dressed in form-fitting jeans, short boots, the black leather cropped jacket and a t-shirt, I tipped the sunglasses up on my head as my eyes roamed for the home’s owner. <br><br>With a sigh, I tucked the still-dead phone onto the marble kitchen counter top and slipped off my jacket. “Rhonda,” I called out to the home’s AI system. I’d been getting more and more comfortable using her – I refused to think of it as a thing – the more time I spent here. “When you get a chance, I’d appreciate it if you could run diagnostics on that thing. It’s been frozen and dead all day after I watched that little tidbit I know he had you attach for him and send me.”<br><br>Opening the fridge and tugging out a bottle of water, I arched an eyebrow at the overhead camera I knew was in the ceiling. “And while you’re at it, take whatever tracking software he had you install off of it. <strong>Again.</strong> I know it’s there. Just like I know his access code to your mainframe.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>24-11-2018, 14:18:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSKWTedQvBbo_6oZ01RK6NdrJ70RddP8mHNLvrqwAUz49kkG704)</div> <br><br>A voice drifts over from behind, partly triumphant, but mostly, well, dickish. "Those can be changed, <em>corazón</em>."<br><br>I believe I'd earned that leeway after eons of radio silence. To finally bask in the glory of luring my girl into my lair, when not too long ago it seemed like my plans wouldn't come to their intended conclusion.<br><br>I'd spent my meetings rummaging through my head, wondering why my phone wasn't blowing up with snarky replies or thinly veiled innuendo or both. After all, us millenials aren't programmed to resist the siren song of our multimedia devices and I'd made mine particularly compelling. There'd even been a failsafe with the video panning away from the object of greatest desire at the point of climax.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>But it seemed it had all been for nothing. <br><br>That realisation had been fatal for a couple of pencils that had been sitting on Miss Stevenson's desk, broken in half as he tried to vent his anger without causing too much damage. The Other First National Bank was a haven for the unscupulously rich, offering loopholes that could safeguard their money from the government and counsel if ever the feds found a way to see through their scam. It wouldn't do to antagonise those hard-working crooks. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://img7.dreamies.de/img/392/b/wo0b099vyrs.gif)</div>Besides, it served my purpose better to save this ill-feeling. To let it build until I found a more appropriate outlet. Like that pornstar arse leaning against my kitchen counter.<br><br>"Finally got round to my messages, huh?" I draw your lips to mine, one hand resting beneath your chin, the embrace starting out pure but soon entertaining all manner of corrupt intent. Possessive fingers curl around your neck and an iron-hard cock nestles against your stomach. "I'm going to make you cum for ever hour you made me wait." There is a venomous pause as their kiss finally breaks. "And you remember exactly how much teasing goes into one orgasm, don't you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>28-11-2018, 18:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DZcDhYLX0AItBmM.jpg)</div>Of course he was waiting on my arrival. Watching. Anticipating. That would be delightfully out of his routine and do just enough to keep me on my toes. My arm paused on the way down from lifting the water bottle to my lips as your voice, the tone – that <em>name</em> – sent shivers down my spine and made me swallow in one big gulp. <br><br>Turning slowly, I faced you. Partner, adversary, lover, dominant, all rolled into one sexy-as-hell package that I had come to the realization I was powerless to resist once in your presence. Oh, but to give in felt so fucking good it was a goddamn chemical high. The water safely found its way to the countertop as my eyes found their way to your dangerous gaze, my mouth pursed at the ready as retorts rolled through my thoughts, debating and weighing the reactions each would get until you beat me to the punch. <br><br>That first kiss, your hand tilting my chin back enough so my lips fit to yours, body poised for your taller frame even in my low heels, is like a slow sip of delicious red wine. It has me grinning, spread warmth through my system. “You sent one message…” I murmur against your lips before giving into the sin of it all. <br><br>The greeting turns much more decadent as the kiss deepens. My arms loop around your shoulders, hips press in against yours, and it isn’t until those long fingers of yours press against the back of my neck, and your thumb next to my windpipe that I realize the hold you’ve put on me. I’d been too caught up in the sensations of being back against you – it had barely been 72 hours since I’d left this house the last time – I’d missed the possessive, intent edge you’d put on our embrace. <br><br>I didn’t miss that cock against my stomach. My right hand was busy snaking down your chest and trying to squeeze between our clasped forms while you shifted my head back just enough so I could find the burning promise in your gaze and clearly hear that fucking menacing plan of yours, followed about an equally as dirty question. <br><br>There’s a flash of widening in my blue eyes. That initial second of uncertainty that I could take all the teasing and lust you had to dish out before breaking, begging to get off, pushes through my system a few heartbeats. The black lashes around my gaze narrow then, and the knowing grin tilts my lips to one side as my palm finally grasps your cock through your pants, squeezing it with promise. It was always so easy to fall down the chasm of lust with you. “That was what… five? Maybe six hours?” <br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.yourtango.com/sites/default/files/tumblr_nnwhgq3e631qd8w33o1_500.gif)</div><br>The clothes that we both have on are quickly becoming too restricting. My breath and pulse hasten as I lean forward, into your hold, into your space, my lips finding the lobe of your ear and the tender skin of your neck right below it. “C’mon handsome…” I drawl out slowly there, kissing and giving one slow, antagonizing lick as my fingers sneak beneath the waistband of your pants to wrap around that turgid, pulsing length. “That’s not even our record…”<br><br>My rapid pulse and death grip on your shoulder with my free hand betray my knowledge that I’m teasing your beast, almost blatantly asking for more. But your monster is one I have yet to find a way to resist. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>03-12-2018, 13:09:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3K5ZPHsxU/TS-EGTXXTUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LMVoLAnwSc0/s800/5208072646_1b589def37_b.jpg)</div> A low growl comes frothing up, starting in the pit of my stomach and forcing its way through. I've noticed that happens a lot when I'm with you. <br><br>Desire wells up in a surreptitious wave, reaching its zenith so quickly that I can do nothing to stop it. Sometimes, I wonder if I would even care to try. <br><br>"You're bad..." The words are soft but that did little to undermine their menace. Indeed, in many ways, I've come to understand that volume is not entirely necessary to make a point. Certainly not when the people in conversation are so tightly entwined that they're breathing the same three inch pocket of air. <br><br>"I wouldn't put it past you to have made me wait." My dick throbs in your clutches, almost as if it approves of the underhandedness. As is the case with most men in power, I can't help but be drawn to the rebel. The thrill of taming her-&nbsp; taming you - is simply beyond compare. <br><br><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2017/08/14/620/18201393.gif)</div></div></div>And so I begin work towards it, deftly sneaking my fingers beneath your clothing to rile up that clit which has always been ever so keen to betray its owner. Torturous little circles descend upon your most sensitive bit of flesh even as I tilt my head and take your own own, slowly but surely shifting the balance of power. <br><br>Sure, you may have an iron grip on my shaft and that should tell you how unbearably aroused I am - it really was so hard that it was liable to burst - but I've had lots of practice functioning under such duress. In fact, the only one I love to tease more than my slut is myself. I know that the more I hold out, the greater the payoff, and after that blinding moment of self-discovery, I've never been satisfied by the mere act of sex. <br><br>I needed it to be more. All encompassing. Mind bending. Soul replenishing. <br><br>"You want to a rise out of me?" I hiss, in a tone both low and venomous. "To see what I do to girls like you?" <br><br>Immediately, the voice inside my head pipes up, making a fairly pertinent point. "You sure you've met anyone like her?"&nbsp; <br><br>I smirk, pushing you back against the kitchen counter, a hand already finding its way past the pants that have no business being on your hips. I rub that clit, desire careening out of my eyes as they stare into yours. Soon enough, my lips go rummaging along the side of your neck, adding to the ever-increasing multitude of sensation, showing absolutely no signs of stopping. <br><br>"Count them down, Dani."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>03-12-2018, 16:16:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DeShl_kXUAAPySL.jpg)</div>That growl of yours that I’ve learned is more of a promise with me than a threat, sends goosebumps tickling along the skin of my neck, shoulders, spine, and arms. It is the anticipation, and that brief, shining moment of triumph when you whisper your description of me and my actions that finally move my lips from your skin to let the wide grin rest there instead. The teasing and taunting is absolutely no fun unless there is a reaction. <br><br>Your reactions, however, tend to make me go against my very nature of independence. So why was I so keen on getting the rise out of you? <br><br>As if on cue, that inner thought was answered by your menacing whisper about waiting and the delicious throb of the cock still in my palm. Oh yes, that’s right. <br><br>I’d never found better pleasure, or a more attractively tempting power, elsewhere. <br><br>The grin on my lips splits, the words to respond about how jumping at your beck and call just wasn’t in the cards ready on my breath but you cut all of that off with your kiss and the sinful slip of your fingers beneath the waistband of my tight jeans. A leverage of your wrist has the buttons beginning to pop open and it doesn’t take long for you to find that not only do I have nothing covering my bare pussy beneath the pants, but your attention has already slickened my pink folds. <br><br>For a moment, my hand stills on your cock as the rough pads of your fingers circle on my traitorous clit, making me gasp into the kiss and roll my hips against yours. A silent, unconscious request for more stimulation. With our arms battling for the miniscule space between our bodies now, I relent and shift my hand away from your cock to the hem of your shirt, licking along your lips as the kiss subsides and pulling back just enough to try and tug that offending material off the abs I want to lick. <br><br>Your tone does nothing to pause my motions, but it does bring my eyes to yours. Full of desire, lust, promise, mischief, and all-together taunting your prowess.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I – ahh!” The answer was started but never finished as you pressed me quick enough backwards against the counter that I instinctively tear my hands from your body to catch my own against the lip of it. The rhythm of that hand of yours on my clit was barely even interrupted with the motion. Instead, it seemed to speed up and send pleasure pulsating through my system, crackling in my head and igniting the spark for the fireworks I knew were just around the corner. <br><br>My words dissolve into a grinning groan, thighs spreading just a touch more as our eyes lock, and those fingers of yours could delve that much deeper inside my wet core. “...I am not like those other girls…” I finally manage to whisper out, the words vibrating against your lips on my neck. Supported again, pinned securely between you and the counter top, I slide one of my arms back up around your shoulders, my hand diving into your hair, nails threading through the thick locks at the back of your scalp. <br><br>I know the command you’ve given. Even with the blood rushing through my ears, I’ve clearly heard it. Acknowledging is another story, though. <br><br>Tilting my head back, I let my eyes close so I can enjoy the sensations that much longer. “Soft little… commands… teasing my clit… finger-fucking me…” There were gasps now, hot and tight just like my cunt, as your wicked digits have my feet shifting and moving, trying to work my hips to get just that right angle, betray the pleasure coursing through me, even as my breathless words say different. “I’ll need… more… to get… Oh, HELL, these god-damn boots and pants need to come off…” <br><br>My frustrating leaks through for a moment as I grip your shirt and drag your chest closer to mine. Even if it was just a few inches away, I needed your muscles and heat radiating against mine as I fought to both keep my control, and give it away all at the same time. Lust, pleasure, orgasms, had a funny way of doing that. As ever, though, the rebel in me can’t resist whispering the next line hot and quick in your ear. “I’ll need more than all that, <em>Marlon</em>, if you want me to scream that first number for you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>21-12-2018, 13:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/cc/3f/ef/cc3fef93c3574bcb6c99995bafa70743--marlon-teixeira-francisco-lachowski.jpg)</div> I smile, half approvingly. If it were any more blatant, I might run the risk of showing my cards a little too early. <br><br>The second strike lands and the sound of it echoes around the room. I hear it as if it were the only thing I'm meant to register. Not the natural cheer that comes along with a sunny day. Not the quiet hum of a smart house taking care of business. Even my own thoughts appear subdued.&nbsp; <br><br>I look into your eyes, admiring the fire that blazes in them. My lips trap yours, indulging as if you were a feast that I had all the time in the world to sink my teeth into. It is slow and brutal and thorough, with little moans of pleasure colouring the embrace, usually spawned by the effect of my cock nestling against your stomach.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2018/08/08/300/19815823.gif)</div></div></div>"You've never asked for more in your life, have you?" I whisper, firm hands ripping through your jeans, the button flying off. The panties that cling to your hips suffer treatment even more violent, torn asunder, the fabric littering the floor. "Or maybe you have but it's never been given to you." I grab your hair, my breath lashing your lips as we gaze into each other's eyes, predator and prey in the height of a most glorious hunt. "And so you think you can take anything." I bite into your bottom lip, a deviant chuckle finding its way through as I revel in your cunt leaking all over my fingers. <br><br>I flip you around, setting you up for number three, watching that outrageously pretty arse jiggle for me. "Yes!" I cry in triumph, pushing you down, tits pressed against cold marble while the rest of your body swirls in an inferno. I nestle that long hard shaft right between your cheeks, now full-on laughing. "Feel that, Dani?" My hips thrust in, then up and finally down, the cycle continuing endlessly until my precum dots your flesh. "I could send you all the way to heaven with that. And if I put it in here..." My right thumb slips past your anal pucker, sliding all the way in, while my other hand reaches into your tousled locks again, dragging your poor body up to arch back against mine. "You'll see hell in all its heinous glory. So, are you ready to <em>fucking</em> change your tone now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>28-12-2018, 05:16:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.pornpics.com/pics/2014-02-12/130621_09big.jpg)</div>I’d managed to get one boot off when your second spank landed on my half-dressed ass. It, but more so your gaze, jerked me to attention against your body. The descent into predatory dominance had begun, I’d seen it before. The anticipation rolled my stomach over with pleasure and before I could utter another word, you possessed my mouth and feasted on it. No longer was there sass and taunting quips, but short gasps and brutally ragged moans that you pulled from my lips. <br><br>It was that kiss that flooded my senses enough to keep them from alerting me that you had other plans. I half-cried out when your hands made short, succinct work of my clothing – ripping designer jeans as if they were soft cotton.<br>&nbsp;<br>I half-cried out your name. The first syllable was there, but the rest was mangled as you took hold of my hair and that beast I knew you kept on such a tight, strong leash, rattled the bars of his cage behind your eyes. It never failed to mesmerize me in the first few seconds of finding your dark gaze with my own bright one. It always made me eager to undo those locks. After the first taste, I’d become addicted to our hunt. <br><br>Your fingers are back on my cunt for the briefest of seconds, and my other boot is wiggled off just in time. The moment I’m off balance you’re whisking me around to push my shirt high and press me onto that cold, clean marble. My hands splatter on the no doubt expensive Italian base and it’s the only anchor I can find as you return every single taunt I’ve laid out in front of you. <br><br>Starting with that cock teasing my ass, marking it. And ending in that thumb possessing my tight little butthole. <br><br>Your name is a plea on my breath as your words send a grin skittering over my lips. Not a celebratory smile, but more of a reveling pull of that pink little bow into a harsh gasp as you drag me by my hair back up your body. <br><br>The last question you utter hotly, dominantly, in my ear, coupled with that impromptu buttplug of a thumb in my tight ass and the lust that has swirled around us since I stepped foot onto these grounds, all culminates in one, hard, but short, tightly clenching orgasm that sends shivers through my body. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2016/07/20/300/16180811.gif) </div>“Marlon…” I whisper out again, tone indeed changed as the pleasure shifts through me. Unlike one, massive, explosion of fireworks, this climax is like the appetizer to a delicious meal. Something to take the edge off. Something my body simply couldn’t contain anymore as you preyed upon it. The anticipation was too intense and it spilled over in pleasure, made my cunt flutter and my ass clench hard around that invading thumb. <br><br>It lasts for a few moments, barely half a minute, and I’m gasping for air again. Blinking, with my body arched against yours, shirt barely covering my heaving tits and one hand already reaching back to hook around your neck as I sink lower into your hold, rubbing those cum-marked ass cheeks against your still too-clothed groin. <br><br>My tone changes once more. Less rebel. More sex-kitten, half-satisfied with what she’s gotten, but anticipating a hell of a lot more of what she wants. All wrapped up in a soft little word still meant to drive you absolutely insane.<br><br>“<em>One…</em>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>16-01-2019, 06:37:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qz4NmBMq6Mw/Vo-5-pLBPiI/AAAAAAABJsg/g7Fc9Dc72n0/s640/agua-de-coco-1511-04.jpg)</div> I know that transformation; the only one deigned to ever witness it. <br><br>The industry is filled with men - and women - who've tried to tame Dani Daniels. Plying you with chocolate and flowers. Tempting you with luxurious getaways. Promising the entire world for that one moment of submission. <br><br>It's odd that they never thought to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and see if that might work. Of course, it took a lot of effort to get a powerful woman to lay still like that. Sorcery even. <br><br>Her senses would have to be overwhelmed. There needed to be a spark of danger in there too. Nothing less than the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. <br><br>Luckily, I specialise in that. Tribute to that fact is the way your voice thrums with lust as you do what you're told. <br><br>"Louder," I breathe, upturned hand coming down once again on beautifully reddening flesh. "I didn't build a fucking house up in the fucking hills to live the quiet fucking life."<br><br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2016/11/14/300/16899791.gif)</div></div></div>&nbsp; My lips turn to kiss your neck, groaning into your flesh as I feel your body melting into mine, searching for something. A dirty little smile trickles down one side of my face, knowing full well the subject of your quest. <br><br>"I want you to wake up the entire valley, darlin." There is glorious approval in his tone and it is as blatant as the erection grinding into your thigh. It can't be long before it slides into that pussy, spreading it in ways that seem unnatural. "You want my cock inside you, don't you? Right now? This fucking minute?" He brings the hand that she'd wrapped around his head down to that wonderfully throbbing shaft, purring when contact is finally made. <br><br>"It's harder than it was in the video," I confess. Those words are meant to seep through your flesh and poison your soul. "And it's all your fault" The tease is starting to affect him now, tipping him over bit by bit into territory where instinct ruled without equal. <br><br>"Just thinking about you makes me so goddamn horny. Thinking about these tits" I grab them, a rough perusal of gifts most tender. "This arse." I nestle my shaft between your cheeks, groaning ever so lewdly as all the restraint in the world is filtered out of existence. "Your whole fucking body..." I spank you again, my hand reaching up to curl around your neck, the other darting down to roll your clit. "Jesus..." <br><br>No one has turned me on as much - or as quickly - as you do. And as I unravel, I make sure to take you with me, lifting your leg up onto the counter, lining that pre-cum soaked dick up against your wet little slit and going to town with it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fontana Films: His New Family</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>23-01-2019, 15:23:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/812tLbaqBHL._SX425_.jpg)</div>Typical, arrogant, authoritative, <strong><em>greedy</em></strong> male. <br><br>Although aren’t those the personality traits that got us this far in the first place? <br><br>You’re given what you’ve asked for – what you’ve demanded, really – and instead of being satisfied, you want <em>more</em>. I complied. I gave in. I submitted, didn’t I?? And it wasn’t enough. Now you wanted me to do it louder. <br><br>Because what good was having a little fucktoy if you couldn’t show her off? If you couldn’t make all the neighbors jealous with not only how viciously you fucked, but how loud your lovers were and how much they enjoyed you, what was the point in having neighbors at all? Asking for cups of sugar wasn’t your style. <br><br>There’s a soft laugh that morphs into something of a moan on my lips as yours travel over my skin, lighting little fires of pleasure even as your hands spark pain with each quick spank. That delicious combination, stirred in with your enchanting words, keeps me from ever finding that stable footing needed to resist the spell of your magical lust. All too soon, sooner than I promised myself I would on the car ride over here, I had given into it and was letting you guide my hand to wrap around that throbbing rod of pleasure you had situated just within reach. <br><br>I can’t help but wind my fingers around it, manicured nails bright against the dark flesh. I know just how to stroke it, just how to move my fingers and adjust my grip in the best way to give you the ultimate tease. In the same way that you mastered the ability of putting me on my knees, I had unlocked the secrets to what you liked in pleasure. The way my palm slid down the shaft of your cock, slowly over all the veins and skin there. How I could squeeze it gently at the base, right above where it met your body and your balls before gliding my hand back up to circle over the bulging head, marking more of my skin with your precum. <br><br>I don’t get much time to play and tease though. You’ve fallen into your own trap, and I am more than happy to take you down with me.&nbsp; “Yesss…” I hiss out in the answer to your question of what I want you to do with that appendage of yours in my hand. Or it is an assent to your being rough with me and my body. “Yes!” An admission of guilt, maybe? <br><br>Your own confessions drift over my skin as my hand moves away from your cock and braces against the countertop to help lift my upper body. I want you to have access to it, want those palms of yours raking over my sensitive tits. While you’re busy with that cock between my asscheeks, I tug off the offending t-shirt that keeps more of my skin hidden from you. It ends up wrapped around my hands and I don’t have the chance to shake it loose before that possessive grip of yours on my neck is arching me back towards your chest and my knee on the countertop opens me wide for your use. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2018/11/22/300/20252645.gif)</div>The pleasurable grin on my face turns into a soft, breathless laugh. We’re mad for each other – <em>how else does the pleasure get this good??</em> – and yet consistently trying to outdo the other. Seeing who will break down first. But as fast as I know I’ll collapse under the pleasure, even screaming as you drive that thick cock into my wet, honeyed slit, I know you won’t be far behind. I’ll make sure of it. <br><br>Your hips drive into me, the sounds of flesh slapping together loud and echoing throughout the expansive, expensive kitchen. I scream again, this time through clenched teeth and it dissolves into a pleasure-filled giggle. “Ohhhh, fuck yes, Marlon…” I moan out, wiggling one of my hands free and arching back even more into your hold. That dick plows into me with each thrust and I revel in the feel of it stretching me out, opening me up for you. “That big, beautiful fucking cock, baby….” My eyes fall closed, as I reach back to hook a hand behind your neck, pressing my tits forward, watching them bounce each time you bury that cock inside me. <br><br>Just like you ordered too, those breathy moans of mine turn into louder cries as my orgasm is flicked on, like a switch. No real warning, just the pleasure washing over me immediately as you grind that cock in and out of my tight hole, dragging it along too-sensitive portions of my pussy. As my thighs shake with the force of the ecstasy burst, your name is on my lips again. Mixed in there with the cries is also the number “two,” something of the word “please,” and even as my cunt continues to clench periodically around your cock, a moaning whisper of “…do it again…”
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