Weird living conditions

It was about three hours after Tim had delivered Sydney Sweeney's chopped green salad with chicken and a raspberry vinaigrette. For some reason, she'd declared her complete devotion and obedience to him and offered to be his ****. Much like any 19 year old male, he'd immediately pushed his limits to see if she was serious. After a few commands, she was flat on her back with her legs spread and he was balls deep inside of her.

Now, they were heading back to his house. She'd quietly sat in the passenger seat while he finished his shift, occasionally being pressed into duty to provide some road head on longer delivery runs. Now, he was trying to figure out how to sneak her down to his basement apartment without his mom noticing. They snuck around to the back door, trying not to set off any motion alarms, and hurried into his messy bedroom.

Sydney was instructed to strip naked and she quickly complied. Tim had never had anal sex before, and he was never going to get a better opportunity. He grabbed the bottle of lotion from his nightstand and heavily lubricated his shaft before slowly pressing his cock head into Sydney's virgin asshole. She shuddered in agony as her tightest hole was stretched beyond what she thought was possible. Soon, her body adjusted and she started to softly moan. After several more thrusts, the pleasure started to build up. Sydney came harder than she'd ever done before, sending a torrent of her juices spraying onto Tim's sheets.

Bedlam enjoyed the view from his monitor, watching Sydney Sweeney's huge tits sway under her body as the skinny teen awkwardly fucked her previously virgin ass.

He looked up at his monitor display and checked up on the other girls.

Kristen Bell was still locked up in her mental hospital. Her unbearable horniness gave her a momentary burst of strength and she was able to free herself from the straight jacket. She was currently on her back with her legs spread and her right arm nearly elbow deep in her pussy, pistoning in and out and sending her body through an unending series of mind breaking orgasms.

Iman Vellani was excited. She was in the VIP room with the club's wealthiest clients. The manager told her to make sure that he left that room happy as she walked him back. The young dancer knew that command well, and made it clear to the man that all of her holes were open for him. She went through her lap dance routine, stripping off her lingerie as she danced. When the second song started, the client pushed the young girl's head to his crotch. She gracefully sank to her knees and immediately started licking and sucking.

Kat Dennings was up on the stage. She was on her hands and knees, ass facing a customer seated by the stage. Kat had three fingers working in and out of her pussy. The former actress felt a very familiar pressure building up and soon drenched the customer with her powerful pussy spray. The crowd erupted and dollar bills rained onto the stage.

Peyton List and Mary Mouser were in the back parking lot of the studio where Cobra Kai filmed. They found that neither of them could work for very long without eating pussy, so they took frequent breaks. When they were filming separately, they found women on the production staff to fill their needs. But today, they were doing all of their scenes together. They rushed out back, and couldn't wait long enough to make it to Mary's car. Instead, they tumbled onto a park bench during their passionate kissing and started exploring each other's bodies. They knew that they didn't have much time, so they quickly stripped and got into a 69 right there on the grass surrounding the studio parking lot.

Taylor Swift had been sent away by her management team after the concert that turned into an orgy. She'd needed a couple of days for her body to recover. Her holes ached after being stretched to such extremes. Her memories weren't especially clear, especially from later in the show, but she was fairly certain that she'd managed to pull off triple vaginal and anal at the same time. But after she felt better, Taylor snuck out of the secluded cabin past her security staff and hitchhiked to a local biker bar.

Taylor had needed to suck off the trucker that drove her, and she fucked him just for fun. But now she was riding a large biker on a ratty pool table. One of his buddies was thrusting his cock in and out of her much looser asshole while she took turns sucking off the men who surrounded her head.

Florence Pugh was having a bad night. She'd fucked three different men, but none of them had a bigger cock than 9 inches. White boys were such a waste of time. She was getting out of her car in front of a trap house in Compton where she knew she could get what she wanted. She knocked on the front door and was greeted by a large, angry, confused black man. She looked past him and saw his living room was filled with other large, black men. Before he could speak, the petite blonde whipped out her tits and grabbed the man by the cock. Soon after, she was getting all of her holes stuffed by massive, black cocks.

Emily Kinney was doing everything she could to build up her new bad girl reputation. Her clothes barely covered her tits and ass, and any photographer who caught her getting in or out of her car got a clear picture of her well used cunt. She'd taken up smoking and was often caught by paparazzi smoking a cigarette and drinking heavily. Right now, she was in the middle of the dance floor at one of the bigger clubs in the area. The young blonde was on her knees, snorting a line of coke off of a strange man's erect cock. After she blew the powder, Emily took him in her mouth. Hands ran all over her body, tearing away her clothes. In her **** addled stupor, Emily couldn't think of anything other than how great her body felt. Her night got significantly better when she felt another pair of hands lift her hips up and slam his shaft into her needy twat.

Hailee Steinfeld was in the bathroom of a nearby high class bar. Shortly after arriving, she'd spotted a tall, handsome man sat in a booth with a woman. They held hands flirted with one another. A closer inspection found a pair of matching gold bands adorning their fingers. She was dressed to draw maximum attention, her large breasts and ass barely contained by her skimpy cocktail dress. Every time the man looked in her direction, she'd subtly lean forward, showing off the deep valley of her cleavage. When he got up to go to the men's room, she discreetly followed him. When the man turned around, he saw Hailee on her knees with her dress pulled down around her waist. She silently wrapped her perky tits around his suddenly hard cock and started pumping.

Gal Gadot couldn't believe the things she'd been doing lately. Every time she saw a man, she couldn't help but imagine some of the depraved sexual acts they could engage in. Her husband was a pretty straight laced, rigid guy and they never did anything exciting in the bedroom. But now, she found herself strapped into some sort of cradle, hanging about a foot above her anonymous lover's bed. Her legs were stuck spread wide open, and her hands were extended away from her body. The unnamed man was between her legs ramming his cock in and out of her sensitive slit. The motion caused the cradle to rock back and forth, meeting his thrusts and sending her over the edge. Gal came hard, her pussy muscles spasming around the man's cock. He quickly shot a load of cum into her womb. Instead of untying her, the man quietly got up and left the room. A different man stepped in and took his place, starting to fuck her without a word. This man left the door open, and Gal could see the line forming outside of the room.

Lexi Daddario was filming her third porno that day. Her pussy and ass were completely raw from being fucked by dozens of men so far, but she didn't know any better and probably wasn't capable of knowing any better. She memorized her extremely basic lines and took her position. Her movies couldn't really have a very significant plot, because she couldn't remember much of a script, so her films usually consisted of the bimbo masturbating for a while before a group of came in and destroyed her holes. She was currently fingering herself, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came, and when her vision came back, she saw that over twenty guys were now surrounding her, stroking their huge cocks for her.

Rachel Zegler didn't quite look like the same girl she had a few days ago. Her face was caked with trashy makeup, her hair was tied back in tight braids, and she wore a tube top that essentially just wrapped around her nipples and a skirt barely wider than a belt. The upper and lower curves of her breasts were fully exposed as were the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Rachel figured she still had a banging body, so she may as well show it off to get some more business. Working girls rarely maintained their figures for too long, so Rachel was determined to make as much money as possible while she was still hot. People recognized her, and she never outright denied her identity, she just never fully confirmed it. Right now, Rachel was at a frat house. It was the president's birthday, and the frat had thrown an obscene amount of money to let them all fuck her. She was currently being spit roasted between the president and vice president while all of their brothers cheered on and filmed the encounter.

Maisie Williams was barely recognizable anymore. Her hair was dyed a dirty blonde with dark roots and bleached strips running through it. She wore a tight leather jacket over a black, leather bra and she wore a leather skirt that barely concealed her otherwise bare pussy. Her reputation had taken quite the hit recently, she'd been caught on tape fucking at least a dozen men in one weekend. Every single word and movement from the petite brunette just oozed sex. And she made sure she always looked an acted trashy enough so men knew she was always down to fuck. Maisie was bent over a table, getting fucked from behind, watching everything that happened on the computer screen in front of her. Her "date" had turned on his web cam so they could watch themselves fuck, and Maisie was determined to give him a video to remember her by.

Bedlam had been working on a slight adjustment to his software that would stimulate cellular activity as well as rewire the brain. He wasn't entirely sure that it would be successful, but he saw a perfect target name and found that she was at the airport, listening to music and waiting for her flight. He used the updated version of his software to alter a song file and uploaded it to her phone.

Brie Larson was hoping that her flight wasn't delayed. She'd just spent weeks doing reshoots for the new Marvel film, and she was exhausted. The calm and soothing sounds of the Dave Matthews Band played in her ears, helping to keep her frayed nerves from affecting her. She nearly lost her temper when her ears were filled with the sound of static. Before she could fully react, the Queen classic "Fat Bottomed Girls" filled her ears. Brie had no real opposition to classic rock, and she found the song growing on her anyhow.

The actress was too tired and distracted to notice that she rising in her seat. When it stopped, the blonde actress was probably three inches higher off the chair than she started. She heard her flight being called and rose from her seat. She turned to grab a few items from the seat next to her, and was surprised when she knocked her carry on bag over with her ass. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her formerly tiny, tight ass was now a soft, expansive ghetto booty. Brie thought it was weird for a second, but then Deep Purple's "Knocking at Your Back Door" replaced the Queen song.

Brie had never heard the song before, so she listened intently. As she took in the music, her asshole started to feel empty. She couldn't quite describe exactly what she was feeling, but emptiness seemed to be close enough. The perplexed celebrity boarded her flight and took her seat. She noticed a handsome man in a well tailored suit try to steal glances in her direction. He got up and started walking to the bathrooms, and Brie unconsciously followed him.

When Mark was done in the restroom, he opened the door only to find the famous actress Brie Larson standing just outside of the door.

"Sorry about that, it's all yours now."

Brie reached down and grabbed his dick. "It sure is all mine."

She forcefully dragged Evan into the small lavatory by his cock. Brie slammed the door shut and locked it before ripping off her top and bra. She struggled to pull her yoga pants down past her new, dramatic curves, but eventually freed herself from them as well. When she was fully nude, she started to rub her hands all over Evan's body. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Can you please fuck my ass?"