Ricki...with a twist

Country superstar Jess Moore and pop sensation Ricki Strickland walked hand-in-hand through their hotel on the strip in Las Vegas. Fans screamed and the paparazzi snapped photos. The happy couple just waved and kept going because tonight was a big night.

When the hit the call button for the VIP elevator, Ricki turned, grabbed Jess by the collar and pulled him down to meet her. As the camera's snapped behind them, she playfully shoved her tongue into his mouth and he grabbed her ass.

They rode the elevator up to their penthouse suite in silence, greatful for the break.

Jess wore tight wranglers that hugged his ass and his package, cowboy boots and a Garth Brooks t-shirt, while Ricki was dressed a little flashier. She had on a short, plaid skirt and a button-up blouse, open enough to show off her cleavage.

"I hope you're ready for tonight," Ricki said as the door dinged open to their suite.

"I've been ready for a while," Jess told her as they stepped into the room.

The two of them had been dating for a while, but the relationship had been completely sexless, not that the public or the paparazzi knew that. Publicly they put up an act of being a normal, passionate young couple.

The lack of sex had been Ricki's idea, and initially Jess had been okay with it. Lately he had been pushing for them to take the next step. Two nights ago she had given in a little, giving him a handjob in the back of a New York taxi while a cabbie with a name she couldn't pronounce watch in the rearview.

As the door closed behind them, Ricki grabbed him by the cock and and pushed him against the wall. She quickly undid Jess' belt and pants, pulling them down around his knees.

The pop princess dropped to her own knees, wrapping her lips around his limp cock. Jess ran his fingers through Ricki's hair as she slid up and down his shaft, getting him hard.

When he was at full attention, she stood up and smiled at him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. The paparazzi from the lobby would have killed for that photo.

Ricki closed the distance between them, turned her back and started grinding her ass against his now hard cock. She pulled up the hem of her skirt, letting his cock feel the soft, warm skin of her ass.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" she asked, grinning as she took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. He just nodded.

Ricki pushed him down to a seated position in the center of the couch, then turned away again, shaking her ass for him. Then she carefully stepped backwards onto the couch, placing her ass right in front of his face, pulling up her skirt again to give him a good view.

"Dammit!" he said in awe.

While Jess was still staring at her ass, she reached back, spread her cheeks, pulled her thong to the side and sat on his face. He made a muffled moan, and then she felt his hot tongue as it attacked her asshole.

"Oh baby, eat that ass," she moaned, and down below he started stroking his cock.

Ricki let him eat her ass for several minutes before taking it away from him. He was still stroking himself as she turned to face him.

"Okay, big boy, here is what you've been begging for," she said.

Jess stared in anticipating as she let her skirt fall away. Then she slid her panties down and her big she cock sprange out from between her thighs.

"Wait a second, what the-"

Before he could finish, she jammed her cock into his open mouth. He struggled for a moment, but wasn't in any position to stop her.

"Come on baby, you've already eaten my pussy, you might as well go along," she said as she fucked his mouth. "You've been trying to get in my panties for weeks, now you are and its all yours."

After a minute or so he stopped struggling. She couldn't tell if he was getting into it or if he was simply accepting his fate. She hoped it was the former.

"Thats a good boy," she said, stroking his hair.