The Rapper's Delight

Andrew looked out the massive window, admiring the cityscape while last night's slut kneeled before him. No better way to start the morning, he thought as the warm, wet mouth caressed his balls and her deft hand stroked his cock with vigor. He considered letting her finish, but abruptly stood her up and spun her around.

She giggled and wiggled her pert ass as he bent her over and pressed her tits against the glass. He didn't care who could see him slide his cock into her wet hole.

She gasped and moaned as Andrew thrust in and out with a sudden burst of hunger. Very soon, he was pulling out and painting the outside of her asscheek with his cum.

She slumped against the glass for support with a "fuck, that was good," as he tilted her chin for a kiss.

By that time, Andrew's wife, Kelly, had come out with a damp washcloth for the slut and dutifully cleaned the used girl's ass before calling an Uber.

After she left, Andrew asked, "Sorry, were we too loud this morning?"

"I don't mind. Just waited till you were done."

"That's a good girl." He smiled, looking over his wife's body. Her bathrobe loosely tied to display her hefty cleavage and short enough to barely cover her curvy ass. His cock twitched just looking at her. She usually got hungrier and more desperate to be fucked from listening to him with other women, but if he really made her wait, she'd become ravenous for him.

Kelly was already dropping hints of how she felt, seductively bending over to pick up the girl's forgotten thong. Her robe rode up over her ass and her hips softly bounced. Andrew inwardly laughed as left for a shower. She was practically begging for it.

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"Cut!"

Finally, Andrew thought. He found filming music videos so tedious these days. His singles were already hits, so him dancing on a balcony isn't really going to make him richer. But there are some good perks to suffering through the process.

And those perks were climbing out of the nearby hot tub, barely covered by stringy bikinis. The casting director really outdid himself this time with the rainbow of curvy video vixens today and from the looks they threw at him, all were In play for him.

Andrew briefly scoped his prey before sidling next to the caramel skinned cutie on her phone, named Rider.

"With a name like that, surely you learned to be a pro," he said, placing a hand on her hip. Leaning against him, she whispered back, "of course, you saw the way I move."

Andrew could feel the eyes of other vixens on them as they left, jealously watching as he leaned to Rider's ear and replied, "you will have to prove it to me tonight."

She laughed. "I thought you were married."

"You don't really care. I bet you love the competition and the audience." So Easy. He could have fucked her right here in front of the remaining camera crew, if he wanted. But she'd be perfect tonight. He could already see Kelly watching and furiously fingering herself as he pounded Rider's breathtaking body.

After getting her contact info, he went to call his agent in a side room while everybody packed to leave the house.

Suddenly, a door opened. Andrew's eyes snapped to the door catching an apologetic expression on a tight Latin frame. He started to tune out his agent while silently beckoning the woman over to him.

As she approached, her facade melted away as a seductive look spread across her face. Her skinny hips swayed from her saunter. During the video earlier, she'd pressed her body against him frequently, clearly sizing him up, and now she came ready to collect.

Andrew vaguely responded to the phone call as she finally came within his arms reach. They discussed his upcoming schedule while his free hand climbed under her crop top to tease her nipple. She stifled a moan and pressed closer, her hand coming to his waist before dropping to trace his lengthening cock.

Andrew flashed a shushing expression before unbuttoning her tight jean shorts and pressing a finger between her thighs, finding her wet clit. She clapped a hand over her mouth to hold the sound, but ground her slit against his fingers.

As he picked up pressure on his probing, he leaned over to whisper, "don't cum yet. I'll tell you when you can." She whimpered but nodded as her body submitted to his control. When her body started to tense, he mouthed, "hold it" before returning to his phone call.

To distract herself, the slut fumbled with his pants until his cock was free for her to stroke. Her tense breathing caught as her hands experienced his heat and girth.

She bore into his eyes, pleading, so Andrew abruptly removed his hand and nodded down to his cock. And for the second time that day, he found a hungry slut on her knees worshipping his cock.

Quiet and deft, her lips explored his shaft, teasing and testing, then her tongue licked and probed everywhere from the base to tip, before finally opening wide to accept him deep. Her throat massaged his tip as he slid up and down on her tongue.

"Andrew, does Thursday sound good?" Rang through his nearly forgotten phone. "Yea, sure, just remind me later. That all?" He grunted back while he reached down to pull her shirt off. He didn't hear the response, distracted when she stood, turned, and slowly pulled down her shorts.

He unsnapped her bra, giving what he felt was appropriate "uh huh, sure" over the phone, and groped her sexy body. Her bright red thong and coffee colored ass grinding against his erect cock. He whispered, "Take off that thong, bend over that table, and spread for me."

Once she assumed the position, Andrew pressed behind her, hissed that she couldn't cum yet, and buried himself into her wet cunt. He kept his thrusting even and smooth to keep the sound quieter, but still luxuriated in every inch of her dripping hole.

Bent over the table, the vixen began to tense again, fighting the noise and the rising orgasm inside her, while her hands dutifully spread herself open and allowed him deeper inside.

Finally, his agent finished his monologue and allowed Andrew to hang up. He loudly spanked her ass and said, "now that's done, here." He handed her his phone with the camera on. "I want to record you cumming on my cock. I'll probably play it while I fuck my wife later and think about your pussy instead."

Through her desperation to cum, he wasn't sure the wife comment even registered to the slut as she frantically held the phone in front of her face and started recording.

If there was one thing these social media hoes could do, it was find their angles. Even with her torso on the table, her face tilted to the side, eyes closed and aggressively panting, waiting for permission to cum, she'd found a wonderful camera view. Andrew winked at the camera before grabbing her hair and spanking her ass again, digging his thrusts deeper and harder.

"Ok, cum for me." She could barely hold on and fully submitted to her pleasure. The climax quickly crashed into her. The phone barely steady as she shrieked and came. Her slit felt like warm velvet and had an overwhelming clench when she came. Andrew allowed it to pull him to the brink before dragging her back to her knees and taking the phone.

"Ready for my cum," he moaned when she hungrily swallowed his cock again. She backed up, nodding vigorously. "Please give me your cum. I want to feel every drop," she whimpered.

One hand burrowed in her cunt while the other cupped her breast. He positioned his cock right before the bridge of her nose and began to unload. With relief, he stroked spurts after spurt onto her face till she looked like the perfectly sloppy whore that she was. She could barely open her eyes, but when he pressed against her lips, she suckled his tip more, while lazily enjoying her hot sticky mess.

***

"Want to smoke?" Kelly asked, but Andrew replied, "later, but roll a couple. I got company coming over in a minute." He caught her raised eyebrow with a smirk. "Just a friend."

Kelly clicked her tongue but stayed silent. Such an actress, he thought. She might have to share him but she still gets pounded frequently and knows she will get the last round tonight.

Security called saying a guest was on their way up and Kelly went to go meet them at the door. When she returned, she was leading the sexy Rider. Instead of dressed flashy like they were going out somewhere, her soft shorts and loose t-shirt proved she knew why was here. Andrew turned on some music and asked if she wanted to smoke.

Rider squeezed onto the couch beside Andrew, largely ignoring Kelly who sat in the nearby side chair. She sat so close, her juicy ass, barely covered by the shorts, was almost in his lap already, as he sparked the first joint.

They chatted about the music video while passing the joint, occasionally skipping Kelly. Rider giggled and shamelessly flirted with Andrew, her hand falling into his lap and mindlessly stroking his thigh.

Kelly softly pouted, seeing her husband's cock harden from his slut's touches. Sensing her jealousy, Rider made her teasing more blatant, deliberately stroking his cock through his sweats and smirking at her.

For the first joint, Andrew sat and watched the battle between the two women, but by the second joint, he couldn't keep his hands off the slutty Rider. When he passed to Rider, he pulled her onto his lap. She rhythmically swiveled her hips in his lap while she puffed before passing back to him.

In one hand, Andrew smoked, while his other climbed under her shirt, cupping a tit. She moaned softly and ground harder against him. He started to pass back to Rider and jumped as if just remembering his wife was there.

When Kelly took the joint, Rider took her advantage, twisting to make her move. When her lips met his, she grabbed his free hand and guided it into her shorts. Her body swayed as she moaned against his lips, while Andrew's hands found her sweet spots and pressed. Kelly tried to break the moment by passing the joint back, but Rider said, "Skip me. I think I got something better," as her hand snuck into his sweats.

"Yea, Kelly, finish that one." She rolled her eyes, but settled back into the seat to smoke. Andrew lifted Rider back to the couch and pulled out his cock. "She'll finish this one." He stared at his wife while Rider took his cock into her hungry mouth.

Between bobs, he pulled Rider's clothes off till the slut was naked and throating his cock in his wife's face. He spanked her curvy, caramel ass, eliciting a moan. "You like getting spanked? You little whore." She giggled and moaned, "I'll be your fucking whore," before thrusting her throat back down on his cock.

He spanked her ass a few more times before she started to beg for his cock. "What do you want," he asked. And pleadingly, she cried, "please fuck me. I need this inside me." Finally he relented, saying, "show me what you can do."

She climbed back into his lap, and lowered down onto his cock. "Fuck," they both moaned as she inched down. Andrew swore he heard Kelly say the same. Arms around his shoulders, Rider began to bounce her hips, her tight slit sliding up and down on his shaft. Andrew sat back to enjoy the feel and sight.

Kelly smoked and scrolled her phone, feigning disinterest but shooting jealous looks every couple seconds. Andrew was certain Rider was doing everything she could to hold his wife's attention. Between her sexy bouncing, clapping against his thighs, to her moans and dirty talk. "You like how I bounce this ass? Huh? And how this wet cunt squeezes your cock? Your wife looks jealous, I bet she can't move it like I can."

Andrew was amazed. This bitch was relentless. He stayed cool, but without his earlier conquests, Rider would have finished him already. He thought getting his hands involved would distract her, but she begged to be choked.

"Kelly, come choke her." Rider's smile was almost sinister and slowed to wait for Kelly to finish the joint and get involved. With a sigh, Kelly applied appropriate force on the slut's neck.

This wasn't helping Andrew's endurance, but quickly brought Rider to a screaming orgasm. This whore was unbelievable. "You've done this before," Andrew moaned at his seductive cowgirl. "You're a naughty whore, I love it." As Kelly flushed, Rider clenched and came again.

Andrew had to retake control before she finished him. He sat Kelly back down in her chair and bent over Rider in front of her, kneeling to eat her juicy cunt from the back. She reached back to spread her soft cheeks and grinded against his face, till he was soaked with her juices. Then he stood and thrust hard into her.

"Oh fuck, I love your husband's cock," she moaned in Kelly's face. The audacity this whore had. He dug in, thrusting with reckless abandon. Rider's moans intensified as he pounded into her and she threw her ass back against him with as much force as she could muster.

Andrew's endurance burst and cried, "I'm gonna cum." She finally looked away from his wife, and begged, "cum inside me, please!" He relented, exploding inside her devilish cunt. But as Andrew slowed his strokes, she took control of the pace. Andrew could barely stand as her naughty slit milked every drop of his cum.

Finally, he collapsed back onto the couch. As she made to join him, Andrew said, "no. Stay there." He turned to Kelly, who sat transfixed. "Don't let her get a drop of cum on anything. Hurry," he snapped. Kelly finally left the chair, crawling over to the standing Rider. The slut spread her legs for Kelly's tongue.

Lazily, Rider moaned,"you like tasting your husband's cum from his whore's pussy?" Kelly couldn't help herself, moaning a "yes" that was muffled by Rider's velvet folds. "Yea, suck out every drop. He put a lot in there and deep. I mean, you saw how wild he fucked me." She sighed against Kelly's soft tongue. "No wonder he chose you. That body whenever he wants and the way you watched, pretending like you hated watching.

Like you.." she gasped as Kelly suckled her clit. "Like you were jealous. I bet you are dripping wet watching. Seeing me throat your husband. And ride him like I do. And make him cum like I did. Best you can do is clean up while he fucks real whores like me." She stood Kelly up till they were face to face. "But that's mine. I earned it." And tilted her face towards her own, sharing a sloppy kiss to steal all the cum Kelly siphoned.

Rider turned and picked up her clothes. "Get me a ride? And call me whenever you want."

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Andrew stood naked in the kitchen, drinking some Gatorade and watching his personal video from earlier when Kelly returned from walking out Rider and peeked at his phone.

"Oh yea, this was from this afternoon." They watched as the slut played with her husband's cum plastered on her face. Ready to scold, Kelly started to speak, but Andrew cut in. "Go to bed. It's your turn." She froze. "Or I could call somebody else. Sorry, I thought my wife would want to spend time with me."

"I do!" He scoffed. "I do! I want you to fuck me so bad." He rolled his eyes. "Please fuck me. You know you can do whatever you want to me. Use my body as your curvy fuck doll! I just need your cock, please!"

"Ok, bed. Go!" Kelly turned on the spot and ran. "Naked, but don't touch yourself till I get there!" He scrolled his phone for a few minutes, making her wait and ignoring her pleading calls, before joining her.

Kelly waited on the bed, naked, her ass in the air while her face buried in her bed. And she was looking deliciously thick. Juicy thighs, huge round ass being spread by her hands to present her fuck holes.

"I said no touching!" He cut off her retort with a spank on her ass. Before her next spank, his free thumb pressed into her back door. Slowly, he plunged her ass with his thumb while he brought a finger to her clit.

"Don't cum yet. You've waited and watched this long, you can keep waiting," he said with his thumbs pushing her to the brink. "First, I don't think you fully cleaned my cock after my last round. If you want to cum, you gotta let me fuck your whore mouth."

Kelly short circuited, trying to fight the pleasure until Andrew abruptly pulled his fingers out and spun his juicy fucktoy around. Drooling at the sight of his stiff shaft, Kelly hungrily gobbled him deep, desperate to remind why she was the wife and not one of his random whores.

After a minute, Andrew grabbed a fistful of her hair and Kelly lazily closed her eyes, ready for her throat to be plundered. She gasped and gagged while his cock thrust deep in.

"Fuck," Andrew moaned, enjoying his wife's sloppy mouth. "You're a mess. My sloppy bimbo wife." Somehow, she nodded with her throat plugged. That's my Bimbo whore, he thought with pride, as he pulled his slobber covered cock free and wiped it across her face.

"Use me! I'm your fucktoy!" He spun Kelly around again. On her back, legs spread, tits cupped in her hands, just like he liked. "How badly do you want my cock?" He groped his wife's body while rubbing his cock against her wet lips till she begged to be filled.

"Please! Please! Fill me! Stretch me!" Ravenous, Andrew drove into her pleading cunt. "You're so fucking wet," he said and she cried back, "all for you, baby! Use my fuckholes, they are all yours!"

She pinched her tits as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She'd been holding back the tide all day but the levee finally burst. Kelly started to scream and shake as her body exploded around his cock, but Andrew was unrelenting, with a second shattering peak quickly following the first.

Abruptly, Andrew pulled out, but before she could relax, his hands leapt into action. Now on the bed beside her, he playfully grabbed her neck while vigorously plunging two fingers deep inside. "Squirt for me," he commanded, "fucking soak me." Unable to form words, she nodded and moaned, before her eyes fully rolled back, her hips convulsed, and her juices flowed.

When he finally released his fucktoy, she scrambled to fill her mouth with his cock again. His sexy whore, desperate to please him. He laid her on her back and leaned over to briefly fuck her face before climbing to drop his balls into her mouth. Kelly sloppily sucked while stroking his cock, and knowingly traced her tongue down in Andrew's ass.

"Kelly, I'm gonna fuck your ass," he moaned, with her excited nodding noticeable between his legs. She repositioned into doggy while Andrew spat on her asshole and pressed his head against her pucker. Kelly whimpered, "please!"

Andrew thrust deep into her warm, tight ass. "Fuck," they sighed in unison, enjoying the initial feel before he picked up his pace and force, thrusting into his wife's hungry asshole. Kelly buried her face into the bed, barely muffling her shrieks of delight, while her fingers plunged her sopping cunt.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and grunted, "tell me how much you love this." Her face lifted up, she screamed, "I love it, I love it! Pound my fucking asshole! It's yours!"

Abruptly, he pulled out and flipped her over. Before she could pout, Andrew reentered her ass, now with one hand on her heavy tit and the other lightly around her neck. She nodded in assent, begging for more pressure. Through the pleasure, Kelly's mind wiped and Andrew frantically decided where he wanted to cum, knowing the time was quickly approaching.

Before he could decide, Kelly breathlessly asked, "please cum in my ass!! I need your cum inside me!" As cool as he could, Andrew gasped out, "since you asked nicely," and promptly unloaded deep into her tight hole with a loud moan.

For good measure, Andrew pumped her ass for another minute, fighting the sensitive pleasure to ensure every drop had been unloaded before finally pulling out and laying down beside Kelly. "You want to cum one more time before cleanup?" Kelly nodded and Andrew plunged her cunt with his fingers once more, only relenting after her juices flooded once again.

He had Kelly suck her juices off his hand before adjusting her to lick his cock clean. Before he could fully fall asleep, Kelly had moved down to his balls, suckling playfully while stroking his cock that lengthened in her hand.

"I guess you can get some more, if that's what you want." Kelly excitedly lifted to take him back to her throat while Andrew thought how he wanted to next use his wife's whorish curves.