Ava's Little Fan Ch. 3

Today's story is Ch. 3 of Ava's Little Fan! I hope y'all enjoy, and that the week treats you well. Just a warning, there is a lengthy scene of role-play/consensual nonconsent, but it is explicitly consensual.

This story is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared or reposted without my permission. All characters involved in sexual activities are 18 years old or older.

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We had just finished lunch, Ava, my girlfriend Rina, and I, when her phone on the kitchen counter started to ring.

Avalooked up at Rina with a frown, and Rina smiled to her and then I apologetically.

"I'm sorry guys, but I have to take it," she said solemnly as she pushed her naked body away from the table.

Ava pouted at my girlfriend as she took the call and headed into the other room. "What shall we do if Rina gets called into work today, Graduation Boy?" she asked with a level voice. It wasn't said seductively perse, but it was still Ava Blackpool without a stitch of clothes on. Of course it made my cock twitch.

"Fine, fine, yeah... I can make that happen," Rina said gravely into her cell as she came back into the kitchen. "I'll see you in a few. Bye." She ended the call and pouted. "I'm sorry, Sey, but it's work."

My shoulders sagged but I was able to confidently say, "It's okay, do what you have to do." She smiled at my soldiering attitude. "I'll make it up to you when I come back this evening. Find something fun to do with Ava. I have a few things in my panties drawer you might like," she said with a wink.

"Rina, no!" Ava argued indignantly. "Don't tell him about your toy drawer!"

"The toy drawer?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"Make sure you two still have fun without me, okay?"

"We could go to town and get stuff for my grad party?" I suggested. "That could be fun."

"Especially if you make Ava wear a toy or two of mine," Rina said with a wink before ducking out to get ready for work. So much for her day off with us.

Ava sighed and got up, but I acted quicker and cleared our plates before she could, which made her smile.

"Alright, come on then," Ava said as she took my hand and led me upstairs. "Let's go see what dirty old Rina plans to torment me with."

I happily followed the nude Ms. Blackpoolthrough her spacious home and up her winding stairs, loving the view the whole way, until we got to Rina's room.

By the time we went in, she was already dressed and touching up her makeup.

"Oh, hey!" she said, a knowing glint in her eye as she watched us from her vanity mirror. "Here to check out the toy box?"

"I suppose so," Ava said with a sigh. "It's what the old boy wants, and its his special week, so...."

"You're such a good sport!" Rina beamed as she finished up her lipstick and then shot up from her chair. "Right this way." We didn't have to go far, but we gave Rina this simple, parading moment. "We're slutting her out in an outfit, right? She has to be naked in the manor, but we can still make her sexy as hell in public, too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ava scoffed, crossing her arms over her lovely, bountiful chest.

"It means that you dress too damn conservative for that rocking fucking body of yours, old pal," Rina stated plainly. "Now Sey, which hole... or holes... are we looking to fill?" she asked as she pulled open one of her dresser drawers.

"Uhm... is both a real option?"

"No!" Ava said indignantly, crossing her smooth, supple legs.

"It is unless we hear Peaches," Rina reminded her.

"Urgh, fine!" Ava gave in, but I think she planned to the whole time.

We gathered at the foot of Rina's bed as she laid down a wooden box and slowly, as if reverently, opened the lid.

"Oh Christ," Ava groaned, covering her face, her features instantly going red.

"So here we have my favorite insert vibrator with remote fob, along with what is in my book, the world's most comfortable butt plug."

"Woah, this is, um...." I was an 18 year old fresh out of high-school. My mates and I joked about this kind of thing, but I did not expect to have it presented to me by two gorgeous girls, let alone one of them being pop goddess Ava Blackpool. "Which would you recommend?" I asked Rina as Ava just stared into the box.

"Both," Rina whispered hotly in my ear. "It's your special week. Who knows when you could have her at your mercy again like this?" she said for Ava to hear. "You can play with me anytime, but Ava Blackpool...."

"Okay, sold. Both it is," I crumbled and Rina clapped with a giddy smile on her cute face.

"Why did I agree to this?" Ava mumbled as she sat herself on the side of the bed and reached for the fob-controlled vibrator.

"Because for the right person, or pair of people in this case, you're a precious little slut?" Rina offered.

"That's fair," Ava giggled and then sighed as she eased in the tiny (but I assumed powerful) vibrator. "Rina, do you want to give him a crash course on how this works?"

"I would babe, but I really need to get going to work. You'll have to talk him through plug play, too."

"You're going to make me teach your boyfriend how to use a vibe and plug on myself? On your best friend?" Ms. Blackpool asked incredulously, as if the whole ordeal wasn't a big turn on for all of us messed up freaks.

Rina crouched in front of Ava and took her chin in her hand. "You fucked him first, so you can do these things with him, too," Rina almost snarled.

A fire crossed Ava's eyes and she growled out a heated "Peaches," before she slapped Rina's hand away and shot up to her feet. "Rina, that is enough. I told you the morning after and you chose to ask him out after you moved in here. You do not get to be mad at me and use something that was supposed to be a gift to Seymour as a tool to smack me about."

"I wanted to take your play thing, Ava. That was it. You think I really need to date a boy?" she scoffed, and I saw the hurt lance through Ava's face, not to mention the shotgun blast to the chest that was to me.

"You're a psycho bitch, you know that?" Ava shouted, pushing on Rina's chest hard, but Rina didn't even budge.

She just laughed instead. "I'm the only reason anyone knew your name, you spoiled fool." The voice that came from Rina's throat barely sounded like hers. "I made you! I took those videos of you singing in your room. I recorded you singing in the shower without revealing any of you. You're welcome for that, by the way. I got you started on social medias and I got you into local venues. Without me you never would have had the savvy to get out! You have the talent, but you have the business brain of a jellyfish. I need some kind of payment, don't you think? Fucking with you and your little boytoy seems fair to me!"

"Get out! Get the fuck out!" Ava fully screamed, her face seriously reddening.

"Gladly. I'm late for work anyway. Enjoy your time together, fucks," Rina did snarl as she flipped us off and walked away.

"What the fuck actually was that?" I asked as I sank onto Rina's bed.

"I don't know, Sey. I really don't. I'm so sorry she said that about you," Ava lamented, wrapping her arms around my upper back and placing her cheek on my shoulder.

"What she said about both of us," I corrected her and caressed her jaw. "That's not the Rina we know."

"I was thinking the same thing," Ava muttered. "I'm sorry she's kind of ruining this for you."

I took a deep sigh, turned my head and kissed Lara's smooth forehead.

"We just can't let her ruin it for us. We just won't let her play anymore."

"She's your girlfriend, Seymour," Ava pouted, putting a hand on my thigh.

"Not after the way she talked to us, what she said. She made it clear she doesn't fucking care about me. I was a tool to try to get under your skin. I don't want a woman like that."

Ava gave me a sad smile. "Still, I'm sorry, Sey. I hope your day isn't ruined."

"It's not," I shook my head. "I still want my graduation party. She just won't be there," I shrugged.

"It's my manor, and I'll back you up on your decision. I'm not sure I want her staying with us anymore if she doesn't apologize and tell us what the fuck that was."

"I'll support you in that, any way I can," I nodded curtly.

"You can help me put her things on the stoop," Ava giggled.

"Sold," I agreed, totally meaning it. I was happy that it was clear Ava was keeping me in the divorce. "Can we keep the ah," I stumbled a little, pointing to the hidden treasure between her crossed legs.

Ava giggled and shook her head. "No, silly boy, but we can go, erm... shopping, while we're in town today." I tried to hide a ridiculous smile from my face, but Ava's own smile widening told me I did a terrible job of that.

"Well Mr. Graduate, I'll tell you what; what say you and I get dressed and go have a little day on the town, just the two of us, and we'll forget about grouchy old Rina?"

"Sounds delightful," I responded with a cheeky smile, standing up and offering an arm to my naked friend, or, whatever we were.

"Such a gentleman," she marveled as we left Rina's (for now) room and headed to Ava's own. "So I suppose you should be able to pick my outfit, hmm?" my governess teased.

"I thought whatever I said only went here," I said, not trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, but wanting to understand the rules.

"I'm only naked here, but what you say goes everywhere, I'd say. For my own reputation, I'd prefer it to be within reason in public."

"Okay," I accepted with a small, and hopefully not too predatory smile.

"What outfit are we thinking today?" she asked as we made it into her room. "Fit and flirty, dirty but elegant?" she listed as we made it to her large walk-in closet. I knew Ava to be something of a tomboy behind closed doors, but she had appearances to keep up. No one who was purely a model and socialite at heart could do the hard workouts and body training she did. I never knew Ava to be afraid of getting sweaty or dirty on a hike.

"It's also a hot one today, so maybe something light and fun?" I offered, and she cracked a coy smile.

"Sundress. Are you hoping we find a quiet, secluded spot that's semi-public so you can rail notorious bad girl Ava Blackpool in a little sundress?" she teased, watching my inflating cock as she spoke.

"I might be thinking about it now," I chuckled. "I can't say I hate the idea. I like the notion of risque, but I wouldn't forgive myself if we get caught and your reputation gets tarnished. I don't want you to be humiliated or embarrassed," I told her.

"You're sweet," Ava smiled and kissed my chin. "Sundress it is," she said and started leafing through her hangers. "How about... this one?" she questioned as she pulled out a billowy white cotton number with a red sash hung over the shoulder that was meant to be a cinching belt.

"I think you'd look miraculous in that," I told her with a small, pleased smile.

Ava let out a pleased sigh and her shoulder lowered, a soft smile tugging on her lips. "There's my old Mr. Phelps. I missed who you were with me before Rina."

I chuckled and cupped her jaw. "He's still here. He just felt... like he should be quiet."

Ava frowned, putting her hand on mine. "Did you feel like you had to water yourself down for her, like you do with your friends and family?"

I nodded softly, and figured that said enough. Rina wasn't an idiot by any means, but she wasn't as smart as I viewed Ava to be. Maybe it was bias on my part and borderline idolatry of Ava, but I think Rina's hate was jealousy born.

"Well, I'm glad you get to be back, Mr. Phelps," she told me with a light smile. "Now then, I'll get dressed and we can prepare to go."

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Ava looked like an absolute dream to me as she drove us to town in her favorite car of the month, a sleek black BMW. She hadn't let go of my hand after we pulled out of the garage, and I was just fine with that.

She looked delectable with her hair up in a high ponytail, showing off that tanned, swan-like neck and those muscular shoulders cresting like soft hills from her strapless white and billowy sundress. The midday sun lit up her skin and made her glow.

"I can feel you staring, Mr. Phelps," she told me teasingly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth nearest to me.

"It's not my fault," I scoffed and turned my head to look back out the windshield at the beautiful Surrey countryside as we headed for the bustling metro of London.

"How isn't it, young man?" Ava asked, sparing me a quick glance, her smirk still in place. I loved when she brought up or age gap. It seemed safely taboo to me, if such a thing was indeed a thing.

"Because you're gorgeous. How could an 18 year old like me not openly gawk at you? Especially when I know what's under that dress?"

Ava giggled and then hummed before saying, "but do you know what's under this dress, at this very moment?"

"As... as in undergarments? Not the slightest. You didn't let me watch you change," I said plainly, no tone of complaining.

Ava's smile grew to a full size as she stole one look. "We've a bit yet before London, and I do have to allow you to do whatever you want with me all week..." the sensual dancer teased.

I watched her from the corner of my eye and tentatively put a hand on her thigh, just above her knee where her dress line was hiked just a little from how she was seated.

"Are you suggesting I touch you while you drive, Ms. Blackpool?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Only a little, if you would like. Nothing that would cause me to run us off the road, of course," she replied, her signature cock teasing smile playing with the way my heart pounded. She subtly moved her right leg over a little more, giving me some inviting space should I choose to use it.

I casually kept my eye on the green rolling country and massaged her leg, slowly moving up by the millimeter, almost imperceptibly, enjoying how smooth and warm her shaved skin was.

"Beautiful day for a trip, isn't it, Mr. Phelps?" she asked, bringing in small talk and letting the sexual tension be entirely physical.

"Yes, it is," I agreed easily. "While London has amenities of every imaginable kind, it has nowhere near the charm and peacefulness. Surrey Town has fun attractions itself." My thumb teased the hem of Ava's dress and I saw her little Adam's apple move.

"Would you like to stay in London tonight, or do we want to make it back home?" she asked while the car casually drifted down a scenic, winding road, just as leisurely as my flesh-kneading hand traveled up the expanse of her creamy leg.

"I'd be fine with either. Hotels are fun treats, but we live in a manor," I chuckled.

"Yes, but when," she gasped as I found the hem of her silky panties, "when was the last time you stayed in a hotel?"

"It's been years," I said, looking out the window as if I wasn't running my thumb over where her bare thigh and panty leg converged.

"Hmm. Well, we have the manor all the time, and this is your special week. What if we stayed in a hotel for the night? It could give Rina some time to air out as well. Maybe she's stressed, maybe it's side affect of a medication?" she asked, not willing to give up easily on her longest friend, and I respected that a lot.

I nodded as I brushed where her thigh hit her hip, and she sighed contentedly. I was going to draw this out as long as I could. I wanted her soaked just from anticipation and teasing. "I think that's a fine idea. We can stay wherever you like. It's my special week, but I know nothing of London hotels. Far above my family's standing," I pointed out casually as I ran my thumb over the silky gusset of her lovely thin panties.

"Very well," Ava smiled and reached for my free hand that wasn't up her dress, giving me a pleasant squeeze. "Where to stay...."

"Should we stay at one your industries don't possess?" I asked, keeping my thumb gently swiping back and forth with just enough pressure that I knew she could barely feel it. Ava had been in the public light since she was a teenager, thanks to her and admittedly, Rina's, efforts. Ava was smart enough to invest heavily and live modestly until she had "what do I even do with this?" levels of wealth. She was 21 when she purchased her own hotel and rebranded it as Blackpool Suites. She had quite a successful chain when she hit age 28.

"What's wrong with my holdings' hotels?" Ava asked inquisitively but with no offense seemingly taken.

"It'd be a little weird if you booked a room in your own place with an 18 year old boy, wouldn't it?"

A look of sheer "how I didn't I think of that" struck her. "Point well made, Mr. Phelps. And I can't have you book it yourself and use my card. They'd see the info and know it was mine."

I chewed my lip and dug my thumb in a little deeper against the side of her mound, not quite to her puffy labia yet. "You could take the room and I could meet you at the suite?"

She shook her head, but not overly dismissively. "They'd keep a tight watch on my room for my security. They treat me like the bloody queen, in good ways and overbearing ways."

"A different hotel owner it is, then," I sighed, and finally let my hand cover the proper entrance of her womanhood, still over the fine material of her panties of course. I was nowhere near done teasing the bombshell, but I loved the way she angled her chin up at the contact.

"It must have a pool, of course. This is part of your present we're talking about."

"You don't have to be seen at a pool with a still-filling out primary school grad, Ms. Blackpool," I said almost sadly. We could play all these cloak and dagger games, but it would be quite some time, if ever, that I could be revealed as her suitor, if she so chose to have that kind of relationship with me. I currently saw us as friends with benefits, boss and employee with benefits.

Ava cracked a saucy smile as I rubbed her clitoral hood, but purposefully avoided that most sensitive treasure underneath it. "Could you imagine those tabloids though, Mr. Phelps? 'Ava Blackpool Seen at Hotel Spa with Unknown Lucky Young Fellow?" She laughed and I had to join her. "Oh the mystery and scandal!"

"Do you... do you want to purposely do that?" It would edge you towards cradle robbing bad girl," I warned her.

She shrugged as we entered Surrey Town, which lay between us and London. "I may be thinking about... diversifying my image. I'm already known as a motorcycle and car girl, as well as a gun toter." Ava was a known game hunter (mainly bird and bucks, nothing exotic or endangered).

I chuckled. "Well if you're not afraid to, or even like the idea, who would I be to stop the renowned play girl? I'm not sure if my 'present' is more for me or for you."

"Would it be so horrible if we mutually won from it?" I felt like Ava was benefiting as much as I was, her slowly growing wetness being an indicator of that, but I had also never seen her be so free, so willing to act on impulse as she had already been. The day we met, she was incredibly seductive but still so put together and even proper. Today, however, she was letting it all go, and she made it clear she was willing to get a little risky and risqué in public as well.

"Not at all, Ms. Blackpool. I wouldn't want to do any of this if you weren't enjoying yourself," I told her honestly and squeezed her hand to further convey my point.

Ava smiled, took her hand back, and flicked on her signal indicator and weaved into a parking deck for the little Surrey Business Sector. As soon as she pulled into the most vacant part of the structure, she unfastened her seat belt and said, "Please step out of the vehicle, Mr. Phelps."

"Is everything okay?" I asked as I did as my governess said.

"Everything is fine, Mr. Phelps. I don't feel like waiting till the hotel to get my hands on you," she said as she came over to my side of the car, closer to the end of the structure that was against the wall of the next building, giving us slightly more privacy.

"Oh, well..." she cut off my words and short circuited my brain by putting her mouth on mine and balling the neck of my shirt in her fist. She ran her tongue over my puckered lips, and I teasingly denied her entrance.

She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to mine. "Open your fucking mouth," she growled, and it made my dick twitch. I usually wasn't into getting bossed around, but it was hot as fuck when it was coming from Ava Blackpool.

She kissed me again and this time I let her in. She aggressively shot her tongue into my mouth and ravenously explored all around, licking my teeth and the inside walls, exploring all of my mouth, possessively even.

After a good long moment of this, she let me go with a deep breath, spit hanging between our lips. "That's better," she said, her voice still heavy. "Take your cock out or I will, Mr. Phelps."

I defiantly stood there and Ava clicked her tongue before reaching down and doing exactly as she threatened. "You're hard as all, Mr. Phelps. Excited by the idea of frigging me in a parking garage, are we?"

I nodded as she firmly stroked me, pushing and pulling the skin over my hard flesh, making me groan.

"You've cum twice already today, and not so long ago, so I know I can take my sweet time before you bust," she thought aloud before licking her palm and continued to jerk me.

"Still feels good," I said as I reached down to touch her head, but she slapped my hand away.

"Hands on the car behind you, Mr. Phelps. You had your fun ordering me at home, but now I want to play."

"Yes, Ms. Blackpool," I responded like I had just been reprimanded by a teacher. She smiled before spitting in both hands and gripping my dick like a baseball player grips a bat.

"There's a good lad," she purred, reminding me of our first evening together all those nights ago. I felt just as aroused and just as under her thumb now as I did then. She was so commanding, intoxicating, and all-consuming. Rina be damned. I was all Ava's and those brown eyes looking up at me like a predator knew it.

"God that feels good, and it's just your hands," I praised her as she continued to squeeze, twist and pleasure me. She added more spit to my tip and expertly worked it into her lather to keep me good and slick for her.

"Do you want that, Mr. Phelps? Do you want me to use my mouth on your long, thick cock out here in this garage, where anyone could see it? There might even be cameras watching us right now."

"You know I love your mouth," I told her, watching her as she closely inspected my cock, her sharp eyes taking in every little thing my body did in reaction to her movements. "I don't want you to get caught, but if you're willing to risk it, I won't stop you."

She spit on the eye of my cock again. "Do you want us to get caught? I could make some noise when you fuck me up against my shiny BMW. Would you like to be the mysterious young man caught with his cock in Ava Blackpool's famous mouth?"

"Doesn't sound too bad, honestly," I chuckled, watching as she brought her lips to mere centimeters from my dick. "I'd be a fucking legend."

"Well let's see if we can start your iconic rise then, shall we?" I had to wait no longer for the beautiful singer and socialite to kiss my prick, starting at the tip and then going down the side with an open mouth, her tongue occasionally lolling out to keep me good and spit coded.

As beautiful a sight as Ava Blackpool slobbering on my meat was, I couldn't help but to sigh and lean my head back, not seeing but using my other senses, making the feeling even more intense.

"Christ Ava, your mouth is so good. I love when you get a little sloppy."

"You like it extra wet then, aye?" she said, and I could hear the teasing in her voice. I expected her to spit on my cock some more. What I wasn't expecting was Ava to push my cock up against my waist and stick her tongue into my sack between my cum filling balls.

I groaned at the hot and wet sensation as she growled possessively, digging her tongue deep into some of the most sensitive flesh on my body. Ava Blackpool was marking me and I felt like hers. I felt like I wanted to be hers, Rina be damned.

I broke Ava's rules and buried my hands in her thick but silky dark hair as she wrapped her tongue around my right ball like she was trying to take a grape off the vine. "Fuck, woman!" I said through gritted teeth and Ava just hummed in well-earned confidence. This woman could kill me if she wanted to.

She detached her mouth from my jewels and smiled up at me, raking her nails on one hand down my inner thigh as she almost violently jacked my cock with the other, a wet squelching sound coming from her slobbery hand on my well-slicked dick. "I want you to fuck me now, Mr. Phelps, bend me right over the hood of my own car and stick me good. Do you understand?"

She stood up, dragging her hands up my body as she did, and kissed my neck until I spun her around with my hands on her hips so her back was facing me, making her let out a pleased chuckle.

I pushed her down by her shoulders and she caught herself by pressing her hands to the hood, stopping her large breasts from getting squished. I flipped the bottom of her sundress over her fantastic ass and I heard her giggle, giddy with anticipation.

I smacked her thick ass, making it jiggle and rewarding me with a loud clap. "Fuck you're gorgeous," I told her for what seemed like the hundredth time as I rubbed my palm over the offended flesh.

"I'm glad you think so. This would be a lot less fun if we weren't mutually attracted," she giggled.

"Still not sure I see how you're attracted to me," I scoffed as I traced the seat of her panties with my thumb.

"Shut up. You're cute, and sleeping with a younger man makes me feel like I'm still in uni," she argued over her shoulder as I pulled her panties down over the round of her ass to bunch at her knees. "Now please be a good lad and rail me in this garage."

"Not yet, lovely," I told her calmly as I palmed her hot, slick pussy in my hand. "I learned something new today, and I want to practice," I said as I squatted down on my haunches and spread her big cheeks apart.

I easily inserted a finger into her tight hot center, and smiled as I heard her coo. "You know, the longer we take, the higher our chances of getting caught," she reminded me of what I already knew.

"You've talked about it enough, I think the idea turns you on," I told her boldly as I curled my finger inside of her, feeling that soft spongy wall that made her pant. "How would you feel if someone heard us, came over to see what was going on? How would you react," I continued, pressing kisses to her warm flesh, "if someone came to see what the fuss was, and saw you being eaten out by me?"

Ava laughed as I kissed her puffy and hot vulva. "We are being watched, Mr. Phelps. There's a security camera on us right now," she pointed out. "Being an international superstar has certain perks. With a phone call and some well placed funds, I can make that footage never exist."

"There's probably someone in a little office somewhere wishing he was me right now," I said as I used a thumb and forefinger to press Ava's slick and dewy lips together, moving up and down to massage her sensitive bits, making her moan.

"I kind of hope so. I bet their job is extremely boring," Ava chuckled and then gasped as I brushed her clit with a thumb. "I know if I had to watch boring-moan-feeds of a garage, I'd watch and not report."

"Yeah," I said before flicking my tongue over her pressed together lips, "but you're way more of a freaky thing than anyone expects. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining," I clarified as I reinserted a finger into the lovely lady, and then buried my face between her sweet cheeks to lap at her asshole.

"Woah!" she exclaimed with a start. "Still thinking about the bum play Rina mentioned?" Ava teased. I decided rather than verbally answering, I'd swirl my tongue around the tight hole instead, making her curse and press her forehead to the hood of her car while I simultaneously fingered her weeping snatch.

"As soon as you cum, I'll chase mine, okay?" I offered and Ava deftly nodded. "I don't know how many Os you've had from Rina and I before she got weird, but I want to try to keep us even for the day," I explained.

"Well it shouldn't be too long before that big meaty cock is stuffed up my tight muffin, then," Ava panted heavily and I couldn't help but growl at her dirty talk as I put my mouth back on her asshole.

She was right, because after maybe only two minutes of intense finger thrusting and curling, the Brit was busting all over my fingers, a feminine cream joining her copious clear arousal to run down my hand and forearm.

"Jesus," Ava panted. "That was... fuck!" was all she could say as she brushed sweaty black hair from her striking brown eyes. "Your turn, big man," she said and tried to push off the hood of her BMW, but I held her in place with a hand on the back of her neck. "Oh fuck!" she said with a kinky, giddy laugh.

"You stay right fucking there," I growled dangerously.

"Or what?" she asked and I cracked her bare ass with my palm before the words finished leaving her cock-hungry mouth.

"You don't want me to hand you an orgasm, you want to chase it, huh?" Ava asked with a cunning smirk that made my head and cock both twitch. "Remember that the safe word is Peaches," she winked and then stiffened, wrenching her neck out of my hand and simultaneously connecting an elbow to my jaw. It gave her separation room but I knew she didn't give it her full force. She quickly yanked her panties back up and made a run for it, but I collected myself in time to grab her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" I practically hissed and pulled her back into my chest, my saliva soaked cock pressing against her hip and belly.

"Let go of me!" she pushed out through gritted teeth, loud enough to show emotion but not loud enough to blow our cover.

"Not a chance. Not till I take everything I want from you, you rich fucking bitch," I said, trying to find a persona to fit with this new game Ava and I were trying. I saw lust shoot through her eyes like fire and her knees even buckled a little. So playing like she didn't want it was a huge turn on for her? Interesting, I thought as I saved this information for later uses.

"Don't you dare touch me any further!" Ava spat as she continued to push against me. "Stop!" she said indignantly as I turned her around and pushed her back onto the car hood. "I said no!" she flailed uselessly as I pinned her down with one hand and reached under her white flowing sundress with the other. "No no no!" she rushed in a panic, trying to slap my hand away but nowhere near reaching me.

"Just enjoy this. I bet you won't get a hard fuck like this by any of the high society pretty boys," I told her as I yanked down hard on her silky panties, not caring if I ripped them or if they came down from the force.

"Stop, please! Don't touch my pussy!" Ava pleaded as I rubbed up and down her scorching slit with my thumb, loving how it felt from back here. Ava was unlocking a kink in me I didn't know I had as she played the darling damsel in distress. "I know I'm wet, but that doesn't mean I want this!"

"Fuuuuuck," I groaned as my thumb was slicked and soaked in her running juices. Her thighs were getting sticky as her own arousal ran from her. She was just as turned on by this act as I was. "I can't wait to stretch this tight rich cunt of yours out around my poor cock," I growled in her ear as I pressed my body against hers, grinding my erection into the softness of her ass, making her shudder and gasp.

"Please stop! I didn't do anything to you!" Ava pleaded in character. She was so used to being in charge and strong. She must have felt like an entirely different person, letting herself be used like this, as if she couldn't break every bone in my body if she actually wanted to. "You don't have to do this! You don't have to hurt me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you," I told her as I yanked back up on the back of her panties, giving her a deep wedgie with it that rolled her eyes back. "I want to make you feel good, better than you deserve, even. You'll beg for me to cum in your expensive pussy."

"No I won't! Never!" Ava said as I pulled back down on her silks, and I could feel the garments dexterity slackening. "Stop it, before someone sees!"

I chuckled darkly. "I don't care if the whole city sees me fuck you, you stuck up whore." I still didn't hear Peaches, and Ava's burning cheeks and weeping snatch told me she was beyond horny at this drawn out show.

I decided to push this even further, and pulled tight on the side of her panties, which doing so allowed me to tear them.

"No, stop! You're ripping them!" Ava whined but did nothing to actually stop me. "I won't be able to put them back on! I have so much shopping to do!"

I chuckled and smacked her pert bottom, making her yelp. "All you rich cunts can think about is spending your easy gotten dollars, even when you're about to be humiliated and fucked in a parking structure." I tugged again and finally the thin material fully gave way. I pulled Ava's soaked and ruined panties away with a victorious smile, holding them up for her to see.

"You arsehole!" she cried as I used both hands to feel and grope her magnificent, lightly tanned globes. The feeling of her hot succulent flesh in my hands was so intoxicating. "Now I run the risk of any gust of wind blowing this dress up and exposing my backside and cookie to everyone!" Whether she was in character or not, she was right. I assumed it was in character, given her use of 'cookie.'

"You won't be able to think about that as soon as I get this cock in you," I growled as I took myself in hand, but Ava tried to make a run for it again, only getting as far as me having to lean out to catch her arm again.

I pulled her back into me and pressed her ass to her own car. "Stop pissing me off, woman!" I seethed in her face with a finger right under her chin to make her look at me. I grabbed her leg and hiked it up over my hip. "Now you get to watch me take you instead of just feeling me go in."

"My dress is in the way, I can't see your little prick," she teased. I knew how she actually felt about my size, so her playful insult carried no real barbs.

"You have a good point. Let's get rid of the dress then."

"Wait!" she tried, but I pulled the dress down to reveal her perfect tits to me, her, and whoever was watching us through the security camera. I thought it was quite bold of her to go braless, especially with our public outing, but I loved it.

Her leg was still on my hip and she kept it hooked there, knowing it was what was keeping her dress up.

"Step out of the sundress or I'll tear it to shreds and leave you here completely naked with nothing to put on," I growled right in her ear as I mauled her melons with both hands, tugging on her sexy pointed nipples making her moan.

"Okay, okay!" She gave in, dropping her muscled and smooth leg, allowing the pooled up dress to fall to the concrete. "There. You have me totally naked now in this space where anyone can see us. Are you happy?" Lara pouted, crossing her arms to cover only part of her full chest but leaving her shaved pussy exposed to my hungry eyes. We were definitely still playing.

"Not yet. Not until I'm inside your hot pussy and having you begging for me to cum inside you."

"Not gonna happen! I don't want you to fuck me in a parking garage!" Ava said defiantly. She was the one who brought us here, so deep inside I knew she wanted this. I could also see how much she wanted this between her legs. Her sexy nether lips were glistening with wanting this.

I hitched her leg up again and she held it there herself, but she bit her lip, still putting on a hell of a show. "Please don't, mister. Please don't fuck me here in public where anyone could see!" Ava closed her beautiful brown eyes and let her chest dramatically heave for me.

"Ms. Blackpool? Everything okay over there?" We both stopped cold as a voice at the end of the garage called out to her.

The seductive celeb's eyes bugged. "It's Constable Herrington," she whispered.

"Who?" I asked, immediately worried.

"He's a senior constable I know quite well from community events and what not. He must have been watching the camera feed!"

I let go of Ava and I tucked myself back into my pants as she quickly pulled her sundress back on.

"Good afternoon, Constable!" Ava said with a magazine smile as she left my side and walked out to the aisle to show she was unharmed.

"Are you well, Miss Blackpool?" the lawman said, his eyebrow quirked as I joined her, but didn't touch her.

"Quite well." Ava dropped her smile and her shoulders. "You saw us through the camera, I take it?" she asked, just clearing the obvious tension.

"I did. Just came to make sure everything was well... consensual," the peace keeper said, fiddling awkwardly with his hands.

"It indeed is," Ava smiled, and I could tell the domineering woman was enjoying his anxiousness. "It was my idea, even. Mr. Phelps didn't think I'd take it this far, and he has yet for me to use my safe word."

"S-safe word?" the man who looked to be I'm his upper 30s mumbled.

"Yes sir," I replied as I stood behind Ava and massaged her firm shoulders. I loved how fit she was. I liked a woman who could take care of herself and enjoy a steak, not a walking eating disorder. "Ava was pretending I was a stranger accosting her and forcing her."

His eyes went wide. "Oh, well, um..." The poor fellow was speechless.

"I'll cut you a deal, Constable. Let us off with a warning, don't mention the footage to anyone but yourself, and I'll let you watch in person," the daring Ava offered.

If the copper's eyes got any wider, they were liable to leave his head as I rubbed her meaty traps deeper, pushing her little sundress further down her body. The natural swell of her breasts were enough to keep the garment up unless I pushed it down over her pebbled rubbery nipples.

"Can I keep the clip on a personal flash drive?" the bold man pressed his luck.

Ava rolled her eyes up as if thinking. "That's steep, Constable Herrington..." she said, followed by a long and drawn out silence. "You can keep the footage under the condition that we can use your handcuffs. You can have them back when we're done."

"Sold!" he said happily and tossed them over to me. I caught them with one hand and almost violently yanked down Ava's pretty little dress. She made a show of gasping loudly and trying to cover her tits and pussy, but I pulled her arms behind her back and locked them in place carefully, making sure not to put them on too tight.

Her chest stood out from her hourglass figure, both mine and Constable Herrington's jaws nearly on the pavement as we drank in Ava's carefully sculpted and well-maintained body, her unable to hide anything.

"Well boys, I'm truly buggered now; naked as anything with my hands behind my back. I'm completely defenseless against a horny man, and the policeman won't even help?"

That was enough of a pushed statement to put the game back on. I turned Ava to face our one-man audience head on as I kissed her neck, licked the side of her face and palmed her breasts.

Ava mewled and squirmed as if she was trying to break free. "No Seymour, you can't do this! Don't fuck me in front of the constable!"

I kicked her feet further apart and she whimpered. "Seymour! He can see my hairless pussy perfectly!" she protested, sounding adorably ashamed in her posh accent.

"That's the point, darling," I say for she and Herrington to hear. I trace the lips of her slimy pussy with my fingers. "Dirty rich sluts deserve to be exposed and shown off, especially ones as sexy as you."

"I'm not a slut!" Ava argued, trying to pull her thighs back together, but I slapped her hams to stop her, making her moan.

"God, I had no idea what a hot little trollop you are, Ms. Blackpool," the constable laughed.

"Peaches," Ava snarled. "Goddamn it, Herrington! You're breaking the damned game. You're not supposed to know me. If you're going to watch, don't ruin my bloody immersion. Now Mr. Phelps, where were we?" She clears her throat. "Ah yes, I was about to get right buggered."

I made Ava squeal by pushing her against the hood of her car as she had suggested earlier. "What are you going to do, fuck me in front of a copper? Make me learn my place?" She asked, blowing hair out of her face since she was still handcuffed.

"He's a cop, it's his job to make sure that justice is carried out," I told her as I fished my cock back out and slapped it on her plump ass cheek.

Herrington just watched, visibly trying not to touch himself over his uniform slacks. He was incredibly turned on by the scene, but I think only Ava held the rule book for what he could do.

Ava sensed what I did too, and turned her head to look at the good constable. "You can't be serious! Instead of helping me, a damsel in violation, you're... you're getting off on... IT!" she squealed as I surged up and pierced her wet vertical lips with my cock.

"I'm sorry Miss, but it looks like you're getting the punishment you deserve. The law is the law," Herrington said, finally sinking his teeth into the role-play.

I smiled at him and held Ava's hip with one hand while I mauled her fat tit with the other. She yelped as I rough handled her, but she mewled and ground her pelvis into me until I slid most of the way out to push in again.

"Fuck she looks tight," Herrington said, fully cupping his bulge and grinding his palm against it.

"Don't talk about me like that!" Ava pleaded, trying to pull herself up the smooth hood of her BMW like it would help her get away from my pillaging dick, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, her safe word was her only net, and she didn't pull it yet. "I'm not just some fuck toy!"

"That is all you are. You're just a cock wallet to get stuffed by the people you think you're so above. How does it feel to be watched while you're claimed by someone so below you?"

"I don't like it!" she whined, but the way she was fluttering her pussy and milking my meat with her kegels told me she sure as fuck was getting off on it.

"Oh fuck, my balls are tightening!" I warned Ava, and it made Herrington smirk, too.

"What? No! No no no! You can't cum in my twat! You can't fill me up with your dirty, virile undeserving semen!"

I laughed at her choice of words as I draped my body over hers and fucked her hard and fast, making her moan. "God, I can't stop it. I can feel it climbing up, ready to burst into your rich cunt!"

"No! Get off of me, please! I'll pay you anything you want!" She turned her head to our enraptured constable. "Please, sir! Haven't I been punished by him enough? Don't let him breed me! Not like this!"

"Too late!" I said in gritted teeth and absolutely erupted in Ava Blackpool, or this woman she decided to pretend to be.

Ava cried out and came with me, her movie star quality abs tightening and rolling as she cried out her release.

"That was probably the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Ms. Blackpool," the man remarked. "If I can have my cuffs back, I'll keep that footage for myself, and the boys at the station will never know about it."

"A fair deal," Ava nodded after coming back down to earth. She smiled and panted as I dislodged from her and my spunk ran out of her pussy. "Fuck me, that was actually fun. I've never quite done something like that," she said with a giddy smile.

"You were fantastic, Ms. Blackpool," I told her as I tucked my spent cock back in my pants. "You're acting was fun and over the top enough that I never actually feared you wanted an out," I explained as Herrington unclasped her wrists and took the cuffs back.

"Well, mission accomplished then," she beamed proudly. "And nice job on that cuff job, Mr. Phelps. Least chafing I've ever experienced in irons."

"Well Ms. Blackpool, lucky young man, I best be back to the office before the shift rolls over. Stay out of real trouble, eh?" He tipped his cap and took his exit.

"Well that was interesting," I chuckled. "Definitely the most, erm, role-playing, I've ever done. Not sure how I feel about it yet, but it got me off."

Ava giggled as she pulled her sundress back on, redid the sash and used her torn panties to clean between her legs. "We can add new panties to our list from the adult novelty shop, young man," she said, throwing the ruined and soiled garments at me. "Shall we?" she asked, getting back into the car with a smile once she was presentable again.

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With a discreet paper bag full of all kinds of naughty goodies, Ava and I made our way into the fancy hotel of her choice. I had never been in such a hotel of sheer opulence. I didn't even want to ask how much she paid for it. Since I waited by the elevator so as not to raise suspicions, I had no way of knowing.

Once it was all settled, she joined me in the elevator and smiled, her eyes hidden by purple tinted sunglasses. "Ever had a top floor room, Mr. Phelps?"

"I can't say I have," I said, my hand thrust in my pockets. I needed to keep to myself until we got in the room, at least.

"I think you'll like this room. One of the walls is a one-way window, like an interrogation room, overlooking the pool. You can look at all the beauties down there while you pleasure yourself... or while you pleasure me, and they'll never be the wiser. We have a Jacuzzi all our own, so we can have all the luxury in without leaving the two-room suite."

"Ms. Blackpool, this is too much," I say softly.

"Nonsense, sweet boy," she said as she casually rummaged through the bag from the sex shop. She giggled. "What about you is it that compelled me to get crotchless knickers?"

My face immediately heats up. "Cro-crotchless panties?" My mouth went dry.

She looked up with a teasing smile. "Mhmm. These leg garters are particularly sexy as well. And actually kind of my style, I must admit," she laughed as she held up the pieces of luxury leather and gold accents.

I shake my head and cross my arms. "I can't believe you made me wait in the car."

Ava beamed, clearly proud of herself. In a way that I could see her back in her college days, she stuck her tongue out at me. "We agreed this is about my fun as much as it is yours, Mr. Phelps. And teasing you, making you squirm like this is delicious for me. Wait till you see all I plan for us to get up to," she said with a wink.