River takes command

“Uh, I still don’t know about this…” Rick hesitated, while Bob stood in front of River in silence, looking as uncertain of what to do as Rick was sounding.

“Boys,” River said in her silkiest tone, her right hand coming up to cup the front of Bob’s trousers, “my gardener’s sick, so I haven’t had a taste of cock all day. Why don’t the two of give this girl a break?”

With that, River decided that the question was settled, and pulled down the zipper of Bob’s pants. Before the powerful black man with the smooth-shaven head had had time to respond to River’s opening of his trousers, she had whopped his cock out and held the trunk of it in a firm grip.

The dick looked like a long, black snake, with the head twitching every few seconds as more and more blood started to fill into it, and River had to lean back somewhat in order to be able to place her soft, lush lips around its tip.

“This flick that I’m auditioning for is called “The anal monologues, right?” River asked, once she had released Bob’s cockhead from her mouth.

“Uh-huh…” Rick replied, feeling his own cock hardening against the front of his pants.

“Well,” River gave the two another warm, inviting smile as she rose from her chair, “I guess that I’ll just have to hike up my skirt and let you get a taste of it then.” With that, River leaned forwards over the table, knocking the vase containing two roses over onto the silk tablecloth, and pulled her skirt up into a bundle around her slim waist.

“Are you crazy!?” Rick protested, “You’re not even lubricated or anything!”

“Ah, you’re such a gentleman.” River replied, “But don’t worry your pretty little head about that, me and my tight little asshole can take anything you got. Hell, I could probably fit both of your cocks in it, as well as having either of you fist it, or stuff the fat end of a champagne bottle up it and then drink from the other end, if that’s your thing.”

“Now, stuff it in there!” River commanded in conclusion, and her sudden change to a much more dominating tone was all it took for Bob to let go off all inhibitions and simply plunge his cock forwards, groaning hard as the head of his member was swallowed up by River’s tight asshole, the rest of his length soon following it in past her puckered bunghole.

“Christ, this bitch is tight!” Bob cried out, then moaned hard as the fluids River produced to lubricate her asshole also worked as an aphrodisiac, the effect of which was enough to bring Bob straight to the edge of climax.

By now, River and her two new friends had caused quite a commotion, and a few photographers were appearing around her table.

Rick seemed ready to drive them away with threats of swift, brutal ****, but River stopped him.

“Let them photograph me Rick, I’m not doing anything that I’m ashamed off!”
River then turned directly to a few of the photographers, who were all holding their cameras tight against their chests while looking somewhat awkward.

“Hello boys, I’m here promoting my next movie, the Anal Monologues. Feel free to take whatever pictures you want of me getting a taste of these two hunks, just as long as you send me copies later!”

With that, River humped her big, firm ass back against Bob, which caused the muscular black man to start shooting his load into her anus, while holding her waist in a feverish grip.

“Now Rick,” River said to the white man, while Bob was still spraying cum into her bowels, “are you going to get your cock out and take your buddies place, or am I going to have to break out the champagne bottle?”

Just then, a flash went off as of the photographers started doing his job; chronicling the scandalous behaviour of one of Hollywood’s youngest and hottest stars.