Dove Cameron

"Oh right that, well Miss Dove Cameron offered to take you in. She almost begged to do this. You see she's obsessed with the German culture or something like that," he said looking at you, "I don't know, but here's the address. I could arrange a car for you or you can explore Burbank if you want. You two can settle the rest of the rides arrangements." He hands you a small slip of paper with her address scribbled on it.

You can barely contain the excitement has he says this, for years, she'd been your celebrity crush.

He stares at you and chuckles, "Big fan of hers?"

"Uh, no," you lie quickly, blushing.

"Ha dude it's fine, we're both guys," he laughs, "I won't say anything."

"Thanks, Mr," you start, "I mean, Joe."

"It's cool, now run along," He says as you make your way to the door.

You step out of the car and thank the driver one more time. You guess that they'd thought it'd be funny if they only played Disney music the whole ride there. Because that driver had it on the whole forty five minute drive. Either that or he was just a big perv that fantasized about young Disney girls. Whatever it was you put it out of your mind as you admire the size of Dove's house. It's huge, separated from the rest of the world by a large ten foot stone wall.You get to the gate and press the buzzer and a girls voice responds, "You Mike?"

"Um yea," you say.

The girl responds, "okay one sec." And like that the gate opens up.

You get to the door and you're greeted by a lovely young maid. Her red hair complemented her pale and freckled face. She stands there in a french maid outfit, which struck you as odd, but you ignore it.

"Um I'm Mike," you say as you step up to the door. The redhead just stands there and smiles at you. "Um hello?" You wave your hand at her and she shyly waves back.

"Elizabeth. only speaks French," a voice behind you says. You turn to see Dove standing there in a pretty blue dress.

"Oh, um. Desole madame (Sorry Miss)," you attempt to say in your best french and Elizabeth responds with a giggle.

"Okay so let me show you around the house," the blonde says taking you by the hand.

As Dove leads you though the house, you can tell something's off about her. You can't quite point it out, anxiety? No she's to cheery. Sadness? No she's too bouncy. You're so lost in thought that you don't even notice Dove, who is on the side of you, has dropped her dress to the floor. You quickly look over it's very clear what it was, lust.

"Um Dove what are you doing," you ask her, eyeing her breasts very closely.

"I wanted to get to know you better," the blonde says with a wink and grabs your cock through your pants.

Feeling lust build up in you, you grab the girl's shoulder's and push her back against the wall. Your lips meet in a fiery french kiss. This clearly wasn't her first time. Your hands start to make their way down to her breasts, feeling every curve on her smooth skin. Her breasts are soft to the touch as you cup one in each hand. You start to squeeze and pinch her nipple with one hand, as the other makes it way down her smooth abdomen.

Your hand finds it's to her clit, and you circle it with your finger. She breaks away from the kiss and lets out moan. Your hand makes it's way down and she moans again as you run it along her slit. Her pussy is dripping wet and covers your fingers. You pull your fingers up and put them in the blonde's mouth before going back to her slit. You prod one of your fingers in and start to work it in and out. after getting her pussy ready you slide your index finger in as deep as it will go.

"Oh God," she moans.

You quickly wiggle the finger in and out getting faster. Her breaths become shorter and shorter until she practically panting, but you don't slow down. Her sexy moans are only making you go faster.

After a solid five minutes of finger fucking her you can feel her whole body start to shake as she lets out scream. You pull your finger out and slide it back into the panting girls mouth. She eagerly licks your finger clean.