Agent mode

The next morning Mark went full agent mode pushing his contract on Victoria almost as soon as she came downstairs. Mark prepared his signature move, a bacon breakfast, having it ready on the table when she came down in a spare robe. He slyly glanced at her sitting down checking out her lithe figure in the robe and asked, “Coffee?”

“Yes, please. With milk no sugar thanks.”

Plopping the mugs down on the table he let her enjoy a moment’s peace and the invigorating brew before launching into his sales pitch. As a somewhat accomplished agent he wasn’t without guile and Victoria despite looking like an A-lister had yet to hit that tier with her current management. He laid it on thick, talking about how her current roles were not widely appealing, how her management were missing her true talents and that with his guidance her career could really flourish. She was hearing him out, but he could tell she wasn’t truly convinced, so he brought out his trump card.

“I’m sure your previous management doesn’t like you going to the parties you went to last night.”

“They just think the paparazzi may get some shots that won’t look good with my image.”

“That won’t happen with me. You can go to all the parties and enjoy all the **** you want. I’ll even supply them, I only get the best stuff.”

Victoria sat up more alert. “I like this offer more.”

“It comes with a catch though. You’ll need to do what you did last night whenever I ask.”

“You mean like be your whore?’

“Well I prefer my personal call girl, but if you want to call yourself my whore then fine.”

“So, let me get this straight you want me if I sign this contract you get to call me or message me anytime you want me to do you?”

“I’m reasonable Victoria, if you’re on set or away or whatever I won’t be interrupting, but while you’re in town or with me then yes, you’ll be on call for whatever I want.”

“Basically, you want the studio treatment then. That was pretty much my previous contract with a few executives. So, if it’s just you then it’ll be much easier. Alright where do I sign?”

Showing her the contract, she dutifully signed only skimming some of the terms knowing the main ones were what they discussed. Mark didn’t think it would be this easy. He had picked up on her mentioning her previous contract and would question her about that later, but now he had what he wanted. Cradling the contract with the newly minted signature. He placed it away from the table to another room, taking a picture for posterity. When he returned, the robe had slipped off her shoulder showing off some milky white skin, part of her black bra exposed. Noticing where he was looking. She asked, “See anything you like?”

His cock twitched at what she was suggesting. Here she was in his house, basically offering herself again after having signed a contract that legally had her be his personal plaything. Downing what was left of his coffee, he gestured for her to stand up. Rising up she looked at him and he gestured again to take off her robe. Complying she let it slip from her shoulders and pool next to her feet. Standing there in her black lingerie, she looked good enough to eat and Mark was hungry. Moving to her he held her and kissed her fiercely. Holding her body close he felt her up, his hands roaming her scantily clad torso, finding the catch for her bra. Unclipping the hooks, he pulled away from her pillowy lips to release her perky tits. Cupping the B-cups lovingly, he sucked and slurped on the sensitive brown nipples. Hands fully grasping the sensitive mounds, mouth switching between the two peaks. She stood gasping, as his hungry mouth and hands flew over her body. The sensations thrilling her even if she wasn’t physically attracted to her partner. He was doing a wonderful job stimulating her and the way he dominated her had her wet like last night. Having feasted on her tits, he was ready for her ass. Turning her around he bent her over his kitchen table and had her braced in place. Slipping her G-string down her lithe legs, he spread her cheeks and licked her pink gash. Enjoying the taste of her lovely pussy he noshed like she was breakfast. Eating her out like a starving man chows down at a free meal. Grunting, he stood up, baring his tool in the process and prodded her with his weapon of choice. Finding her slick entry he slid all the way in. Her position perfectly lining up with his cock and making the pair join together once more. He wasted no time thrusting away at her creamy orifice, his hips thudding into her backside with each powerful thrust. Looking up from his mounted position he realised he was doing Victoria Justice in his kitchen with all the windows and blinds open. Any of his neighbours could potentially see him screwing the sexy starlet. The thought spurred him on knowing that someone could be watching him pound the beautiful woman into submission. Grabbing her hips he lifted her up, leaving her impaled on his cock and carried her to the couch.

Plopping down he let her bounce on his lap, then had encouraged her to continue with a light slap on her spectacular booty. Getting the hint she rode him like he wanted her to, rolling her hips and bouncing alternately when her legs would get tired. His hands were busy with her chest, wrapped around her and squeezing and pulling on her taut nipples. She would gasp whenever he twisted or pulled harder, loving how he was using her so roughly. Feeling her tighten up even further, his hand slid down to her pussy where he rubbed her clit. Coming alive, Victoria called out as he found her most sensitive button and played a quick rhythm on it. Her hips shook as she was taken to the next land, her mind a blur as she crested a wave of pleasure culminating in a ridiculously loud cry as she came around his cock. Catching her when she fell limp, he laid her over the armrest of the couch and bent over behind her. Reinserting his penis, he held her pinned in place as he fucked her like a dog. She would gasp and moan as he used her. Her body craving the wild romp, while her mind was begging for some gentle release. Grasping her well-defined rear end he let out a series of his own grunts. This a signal of his impending climax and digging in deep he let loose a full load in her welcoming snatch. Fingers pressed in tight on her delicious buns he filled her till she was overflowing with cream. Spunk dripping out from her as his balls fed her more and more of his jizz.

Finally, having finished emptying his balls. He stood back and looked out the window, seeing his neighbour wide-eyed, mouth open. Waving at him he moved away from Victoria, not letting her know that she was being watched and let his neighbour view the wad of cum flowing out of Victoria’s tight little puss. He chuckled to himself, getting a drink before heading back to the couch and not covering himself up at all. Lifting Victoria up she mumbled something incoherent before he put paid to that by lodging his semi-hard cock in her mouth and making her sweet tongue clean up all the juice from their mating. Raising his glass to his neighbour who appeared to be stuck in place, he spanked Victoria, lightly encouraging her oral endeavours. Raising the remote he caught the last segment of the news. Something to do with politics, not interested he yawned and looked down at the mass of brown hair on his lap. He was content to enjoy the morning like this. His latest conquest working his cock, after he’d been balls deep inside her. This was the life he thought, sighing contentedly as she worked his sensitive rod.

His morning revolved around this action mostly. His neighbour had moved on from the peep show with Victoria none the wiser and he made the most of his time taking her all over his house, in as many positions as his mind could conjure. By lunch time his balls were thoroughly drained and he had sent her home. He needed time to recuperate, he just couldn’t keep up with the demands of his newest sex toy. He had plans for her though, some really good plans he was very eager to explore with her.