Celebrity Lesbian Dream Team, Part II

Ryan had just witnessed the most awesome scene of his life. Dumbfounded, he walked out of the recording studio both as the two superstars dressed themselves again. He turned off the video function on his Blackberry; for once, the power was in the lowly assitant’s hands. He would have the upper hand now; and he knew exactly how to use it.
That evening passed without event; the recording went well, although Ryan was not present, and he went out to a local Chinese restaurant with some of the other staff to celebrate another’s birthday. That night, however, Ryan planned to put his ultimate plan into play. Around seven, when most of the other employees had gone home or were filing out paperwork from the recording that day, Ryan headed straight for Rihanna’s room, Blackberry tucked into his pocket. The video of the lesbian act was recorded on his phone; he had an enormous bargaining chip in the pocket of his dress pants, and he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. Seeing the light on inside her room, he knocked gently and opened the wooden door.
She was already in pink lingerie, reading a book, laying on her stomach on the bed. She barely acknowledged Ryan as he stepped into the room, his dress shoes making no noise on the plush velvet carpet. She looked up at him inquisitively, as if she did not recognize him.
“Yes?” she asked politely after a few awkward seconds. Confusion lit on her face; she closed the book gently, replacing it on the burnished nightstand, and sat up to face Ryan. The latter, with no emotion displayed, withdrew the phone from his pocket and began typing furiously, searching for the right video. As soon as he found it, his face lit up with a devilish smile, and he held the Blackberry in her direction, showing her the entire four minute video clip.
Rihanna was many parts stunned, surprised, horrified, and aroused; Ryan said nothing during the entire four minutes. As an ex-Marine, having seen unspeakable horrors in the wilds of Afghanistan, he was able to control his emotions, and kept from getting aroused, mentally surpressing all thoughts in his head. She was speechless; she turned to him as soon as the video was done.
“Wh–what do you plan to do with this?” she stammered, and he could discern more fear than anger in her voice. He had the upper hand now.
“You know full well what I probably plan to do with this.”
“No–no–you can’t–”
“I sure as hell can. Unless.”
“Unless what–”
She was speechless; she fell back in terror, looking up at Ryan as if he were some kind of terrible monster, ready to devour her. In a sense, he was.
“I think you can figure this out. You’re smart, ain’t you?” he said, the impish smile crossing his face again. It was time to stop surpressing his emotions; he could feel an erection growing in his boxers.
“You can’t do that–”
“I sure as hell can,” he repeated, holding the phone up. “I’ve got this, and as long as I have it, the fate of your career, your lifestyle, your future–it all rests with me.”

“You’re insane–”
“Not necessarily insane–just intelligent, and pretty horny right now,” he retorted. “Now…are you gonna let me have my way, or are you gonna let your career slip into the abyss?” Ryan looked her straight in the eye, his face radiating intimidation. She backed down from him.

“You’re gonna go to hell for this,” she sputtered, rising up off the bed.
“I’ll make good friends with Satan,” he chuckled, beginning to enjoy himself. He pointed to the bathroom, directing her inside the spacious room with a huge bath/shower and two sinks. She stripped the rest of her underwear off; he was now at full erection, gazing at her luscious wet pink and her firm ass, realizing that all of his dreams had come true.
“Do you know how big of a load I carry?” he asked, stripping off his own clothes.
“Damn you.”
“Didn’t you already say something along those lines?” He finished undressing, and the two climbed into the shower, she somewhat reluctantly, and he turned the head on, relaxing in its thunderous rain of hot, steaming water. He stuck his erection in her face, all seven and a half inches of it.
“Well, go on.” She had no other choice; slowly, surely, Rihanna slid his dick into her mouth, letting her soft tongue roll over the shaft again and again. Ryan moaned aloud as pleasure coursed through every vein of his body.
“Ohh…fuck…that’s the stuff…” he groaned. She began to suck hard on his erection.
“You know how to do this well, dontcha,” he groaned again. He began to thrust into her face, forcing his cock down deeper into her mouth. He rammed the full shaft down her throat, and unleashed his load into her mouth, letting the white jizz flow into her mouth, coat her tongue, and trickle gently down the sides of her lips. He withdrew his dick slowly as she swallowed the cum, and he forced her to lick off the excess from her chin. Ryan smiled pleasantly as she finished the job; he caressed his penis as it grew softer, kneeling down beside her in the hot shower.
“You got what you wanted, you sick bastard,” she managed, her throat still jammed with sperm.
“I did?”
“You did.”
“Hah…it’s not over yet. Not nearly…”
Rihanna’s eyes began to fill with fear as Ryan smiled again. Tomorrow would be a great day.

A good, long sleep was all he needed to be refreshed for the next day. Ryan awoke that morning, knowing what his plan was that day. After blowing his load all over Rihanna’s mouth, he had organized a little “get-together” between her and Katy Perry, who had been there the previous day. Although the latter happily obliged, she had no clue that it was a trap set up by the devious ex-Marine.
After breakfast, Ryan eagerly awaited Katy’s arrival; around ten, a sleek black limo pulled up to the curb of the house/recording studio, and released Katy Perry in a cleavage-showing white dress and miniskirt. Ryan once again crushed all of his thoughts, save determination; if the Marines had taught him one thing, it was to be patient, and wait for your prey to come to you. As soon as Katy was led by another assistant into the air-conditioned studio, Ryan leapt up from the beach chair and stepped inside, ready for the next part of his plan.
As promised, Rihanna was waiting in the studio, butt naked. Ryan walked in, feeling triumphant at the moment, his chest held high and his muscles bulging beneath his T-shirt. He examined Rihanna’s naked body; her prim, slim pussy, pink and perfectly shaved; her huge tits, shimmering with oil he made her put on; and her beautiful curves, all complementing that perfect ass.
“Sick bastard,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Let’s watch the language now. You’ll enjoy today more than yesterday.” He laughed, and he knew it was true; if yesterday had revealed anything, it was Rihanna’s lesbian side. A knock at the door made Ryan jump; he hid in a shadow corner of the studio, and motioned for Rihanna to open the door.
In stepped Katy Perry, a smile lit on her face as she noticed her lesbian counterpart fully nude in the studio. As she stripped her own clothes off, she noticed Ryan standing in the corner, his arms folded. As she moved to run, he pulled the hidden 9 millimeter handgun out of his pocket, and aimed the little red dot at her breast.
“Let’s not be forced to use this, shall we?” Ryan warned, aiming the gun straight at her head. Both of the women looked at him warily as Rihanna explained the video to Katy.
“You–”
“Don’t do it,” Rihanna warned as Katy stepped towards the menacing Ryan. The latter mulled the decision for a moment, and then stepped back. She stripped off the rest of her clothes, standing stark naked, her pale white body contrasting with Rihanna’s dark, curvy form.
“What you did yesterday. That’ll suffice.”
Ryan gestured to them to begin; the two, warily watching him, knelt down and began lapping at each other’s pussies, beginning a 69 routine. Ryan, still holding the gun, dropped his pants to the floor, revealing the enormous erection. As the two continued to moan, their soft pink tongues rolling over wet cunts, he began rubbing his own dick, the sweat beading down his forehead. He went faster, faster, as his gun lowered to the floor. Katy began to finger RIhanna’s asshole, and the latter licked even faster, sucking up the squirt that had begun to run out of Katy’s cunt. Ryan strode over to the pair, and held his dick over the two, preparing to drop his load all over them. Katy squirted wildly over Rihanna’s tongue, launching a clear liquid all over her face; Rihanna orgasmed as Katy’s finger ran in and out of her asshole; and Ryan came over the two, dropping an enormous load over their tits and faces as they wrapped up their little lesbian encounter.
He was, at that moment, the happiest man on the planet. And his fun was not over just yet.

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