Angourie Rice

“How could you do this to me, Angourie?” Zendaya asks her Spider-Man co-star. “Because I thought it would be fun to knock you down a peg. Or several pegs for that matter,” the Australian actress responds. “Why would you want to do that to me though?” Zendaya wonders. “Because, since you get everything handed to you, I felt your ego was starting to get a bit on the large side, ya know?” Angourie answers. “Handed to me? What do possibly think was just handed to me?” my **** asks. Angourie replies with just one word, or really two letters, “MJ.”

“What’s MJ?” I ask. “It’s the name of a character. A character she plays in a movie. Which she was just given because of her connections,” Angourie replies. “What?!” Zendaya shouts. “You know that’s what happened. Tell me, how does it feel knowing you just cut in front of the line to get this role, depriving better actresses the chance of a lifetime to play an iconic Spider-Man love interest?” Spider-Man sounds familiar. I guess comic books are really popular now. “You know people at Disney. Disney has deep pockets and they wanted you for this role. So, they worked with Sony to make sure you got the role.”

“You’re insane,” Zendaya comments. “No,” the blonde says. “What’s insane is this,” she gestures to her body. “Yeah, like I said, you’re insane,” Zendaya chides. “I’M NOT INSANE! What is insane is this. Look at me, and think about how they dress me in the films. Do I look like a Betty Brant to you? No. I look like FUCKING Gwen Stacy! That’s who I should be playing. Peter Parker’s first iconic love interest. His high school sweetheart. Would Tom and I have done as good as job as Andrew & Emma? Maybe. Probably not. But who cares?” She kneels down in front of Zendaya. “But, instead, I’m Betty Brant. And who really cares about Betty? The studio definitely doesn’t. The most significant thing she did was, and I mean this with no offense to Jacob, who is great, but the most notable thing she did was ‘date’ Ned in Far From Home. If you can even call what they did ‘dating,’ which I do not.”

Zendaya spits, literally, at Angourie. “Fuck! You bitch! You got that in my eye!” Angourie yells as she loses her balance and falls backwards. As she wipes the saliva off, the Betty Brant actress says, “Oh, I’m so looking forward to when the writers have to scramble around to figure out what they’re going to do once your gone, and I’ll be there to offer my services. It’s why I even started looking into magical stuff anyway.” My **** asks, “What do you mean, ‘when I’m gone?’ Where am I going?” Angourie chuckles, “Zendaya, think about it. Sam here now owns you. Do you really think he’s going to let you have much of a life outside servicing him?”

Zendaya turns to me, with a look on her face that I can immediately tell is asking “Is she right?” I answer her silent thought, “She’s right. Right now, in my weakened state, I need as much sexual energy as I can get to get my power back up. And, since I’m guessing she,” I gesture to Angourie, “won’t be around all the time to help satisfy me all that much, but believe me I do want her to satiate my urges from time to time, you’re gonna be the one to take care of my every need. I’m going to need every one of your holes ready to take my cock at a moment’s notice.” With every word that escapes my mouth, I can see the hope fade from her face. “Speaking of taking my cock at a moment’s notice,” I begin before unzipping my pants, “I need sone tender love and care.”

I take out my 10 inch monster, which illicit two different responses from the two beauties in front of me. Angourie moans, whereas Zendaya gasps. Angourie also can’t take her eyes off it, whereas Zendaya tries to look away, but occasionally takes a quick look back. After completely removing my pants, I get right next to Zendaya, with my erect cock grazing her cheek. “I am a man who spent many years locked away in a prison, and the first thing I want to do is fuck some pussy.” My hand goes down to Zendaya’s head and I tell her, “Look at my cock.” She can’t help turning to see my dick.

I start teasingly running my tip across her lips, but I made sure to tell her, “Don’t even think about biting my dick,” just to be on the safe side. After all, this woman just got tricked into slavery. It’s not exactly like she’s on her knees, topless, and with a dick in her face by her own choice. As my flesh feels her smooth skin, I turn to Angourie and say, “I noticed you can’t help staring at my dick.” Now she looks away, her face clearly blushing. “I’ll tell you what. Since you helped me get that out of the infernal thing, I’m going to ask you this question. Would you like to have a threesome with me & Zendaya or will it just be me & Z here? I’m fine if it’s just the two of us, but a threesome would help me get start rebuilding my strength faster.”

Zendaya complains, “Hang on, do I get a say in this?” I laugh and say, “No, of course you don’t. You’re my ****. You do,” I now grab a handful of her hair and pull, “what I tell you to do, whether you like it or not. And if I tell you to lay down on your back and eat Angourie’s pussy as I fuck yours, you’re gonna do it. Do you understand?” She doesn’t answer, so I pull her hair again, harder. “Do you understand?” I ask again. “Yes, I understand,” Zendaya answers, fighting back tears. I turn back to the blonde, and ask, “So, what do you say?”