A Red Carpet Premier to Remember

You brush yourself off and check your suit for any noticeable stains. Thankfully, your fuck-session with Johandjob had been reasonably clean. It wouldn't do to have cum stains on your tux at your first red carpet premier after all. A lot of time and effort (and fucking) had gone into this film, and you refused to have this night go anyway other than perfect.

Sure that you don't have to worry about any stains, you look over at your date. Scarlett Johandjob (you'd made her change her name to that legally during filming) looked stunning in her form-fitting red cocktail dress. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the plunging neckline, and her hair was done up to look both elegant and sexy. Most distinct was, of course, the thick black leather collar around her neck. A gold plate was attached to it with an engraving that never failed to stir your cock when you looked at it. 'PROPERTY OF GERRY MANHEIM'

"How do I look, my pet?" You ask her.

"You look stunning Master, as always." She tells you reverently. Her eyes glide over you hungrily. "Can we please squeeze another quickie in before the premier Master? Please? You look so sexy in that tuxedo!"

You pat her on the head as if she were a dog. "Not right now, my pet. We wouldn't want to look sloppy in front of the paparazzi now, would we?"

"Of course not, Master." She says, smiling at you. "Gosh, you're so much smarter than I am Master!"

You grin at her, knowing full well why that was. "And don't you forget it, my little slut. Now come on, we're here."

The two of you step out of your limo and onto the red carpet. You're greeted by so many flashing cameras that it all damn near blinds you. You recover quickly however, and give them all your creepiest smile as you walk down the roped off isle. Your **** is doing something similar, though her smile broadens fractionally when your hand finds her perfectly toned ass and gives it a hard squeeze.

As you walk, a devilish idea comes to you, and roughly yank Johandjob to the side so that you're both in clear view of a set of photographers. Your pet is surprised and jarred by the move so she's hardly in any state to stop you as you shove your hand down the front of her dress, roughly squeeze her breast, and french kiss her sloppily. The vultures with cameras immediately see what you're doing and beginning taking additional pics with renewed vigor.

When you pull away, you make sure that everyone sees your winning smile as you turn away with your date and head the rest of the way down the red carpet. You also made sure to pull one of your ****'s tits out for everyone to see. You considered making her crawl the rest of the way on her hands and knees, but you shrugged it off and supposed that it could be saved for next time. No one made a fuss about what you'd just done of course, a few quick rules in the book before you'd left home had assured that.

You were practically giddy as you took your seat and waited for the movie to begin. There were the typical speeches and Hollywood celebratory congratulations that always came with such premiers, but before long, they were all over and the opening credits began to play. You rubbed your hands together. This was going to be good.