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lisasmuts · 2 months ago

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A chance to come back on the cover again.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

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(Let's end the year together with @voguethailand I'm glad to have a chance to come back on the cover again with @bvlgari I hope you all like it. )

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the beautiful flowers. She leans in and gives aron a soft, lingering kiss, her lips caressing his tenderly. Breaking the kiss, she gazes up to him adoringly.

“You’re so sweet, bringing me flowers like this. I love them!”

She turns and leads him down the hallway, tugging him along excitedly.

“Come on, I want to show you what I’ve been working on. I have a special surprise for you in the studio”

As Lisa eagerly leads aron into the recording studio, her heart races with excitement. She can’t wait to share her new music with him. Once inside, she turns to face him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Okay babe, I have something really special to play for you. This is the demo for my upcoming single – it’s called ‘moonlit floor’ “

She walks over to the sound system and presses play, filling the room with a hauntingly beautiful melody.

As the song plays, Lisa sways her hips sensually, her movements accentuating the rhythm. She approaches aron, running her hands up his chest as she gazes into his eyes.

“What do you think?? I wanted to create something that would really touch people’s hearts.”

She bites her lip, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

As the hauntingly beautiful melody fills the studio, Lisa sways her hips sensually, her movements accentuating the rhythm. She approaches aron, running her hands up his chest as she gazes into his eyes.

“I’m so glad you love it, baby. This song means everything to me.”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

“you know, I’ve been feeling so inspired lately… and a little pent up too.”

She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she bites her lip seductively.

“maybe you could help me… relieve some of that tension??”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she trails a finger down aron’s chest.

“well, you see, I’ve been working so hard on this new album… and all that time in the studio has left me feeling a bit… pent up.”

She leans in close, her lips brushing against his.

“I was hoping you could help me… relieve some of that tension. Maybe right here in the recording booth??”

She bites her lip, her gaze smoldering with desire.

Lisa pouts playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“oh, aron, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what I need..”

She steps closer, pressing her body against his as she trails a finger down his chest.

“I want you to take me right here, right now. I need you inside me, filling me up…”

Her

voice drops to a sultry whisper as she gazes up at him lustfully.

“So what do you sat, baby? Are you going to give me what I need??”

Lisa’s expression falls slightly at aron’s responsible response, but she quickly recovers with a playful smile.

“you’re right, of course. We should focus on work for now.”

She steps back, smoothing her clothes.

“Let me show you some more of what I’ve been working on.”

As they continue the studio tour, Lisa can’t help but steal glances at aron, her desire simmering just beneath the surface. She explains her creative process, but her mind wanders to thoughts of their passionate night ahead.

“I’ve got a few more tracks to play for you.”

She says, leading him to another section.

“But I have to admit, I’m already looking forward to getting you alone later.”

She winks mischievously, refocusing on her work while the anticipation builds.

As the evening wore on, Lisa and Aron arrived home, their desire for each other building with every passing moment. After a quiet dinner, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa couldn't wait any longer - she grabbed Aron's hand and led him hurriedly to the bedroom, her heart racing in anticipation.

Once inside, Lisa pressed her body against Aron's, kissing him deeply and passionately. Her hands roamed his muscular frame as she slowly undressed him, her touches igniting sparks of pleasure. Aron responded in kind, caressing Lisa's soft skin and reveling in her feminine curves.

Clothes were shed hastily, and soon they fell onto the bed, limbs intertwined. Lisa straddled Aron, gazing down at him with hooded eyes full of lust. Slowly, she sank down onto his throbbing length, a moan of ecstasy escaping her lips. She began to move, rocking her hips in a sensual rhythm as waves of pleasure washed over them both.

Their bodies moved together in a passionate dance, Lisa's breasts bouncing alluringly with each thrust. Aron gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met her every move. Breathless cries and the sound of skin slapping filled the air as they chased their shared climax.

Finally, with a few more desperate thrusts, they tumbled over the edge together, shuddering and calling out each other's names. Lisa collapsed onto Aron's chest, their hearts pounding in unison as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

As the morning light streamed in through the window, Lisa and aron reluctantly disentangled themselves from their intimate embrace. After a quick breakfast, they headed back to Lisas’ company, LLOUD, for another day of work.

Upon arriving, Lisa was immediately whisked away to a meeting with the manager from Vogue Thailand magazine. With a polite smile, she greeted the well-dressed executive and took a seat across from him in the plush conference room.

“Lisa, it’s a pleasure to have you here today,”

The manager began, getting straight to business.

“As you know, Vogue Thailand and Bvlgari is preparing a special feature on The Reflections Of Fashion in 2024, and we would be honored to have you as our cover “

Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

“Wow, that’s incredible! I’m truly honored that you would consider me for such a prestigious feature.”

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, already envisioning the glamorous photoshoot.

“Excellent. We’d like to schedule the shoot for next week, if that works for your schedule. We have some amazing concepts in mind that we think will really showcase your unique style and talent.

Lisa’s mind raced with the possibilities.

“next week sounds perfect. I can’t to collaborate with your team and bring these ideas to life.”

She flashed the manager a dazzling smile, already mentally preparing for the exciting opportunity ahead.

Lisa’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the manager’s demand became increasingly inappropriate and demeaning. She felt a growing sense of unease and hesitation, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and disgust.

“I-I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,”

She stammered, trying to maintain her composure.

“This all seems a bit…. Excessive. Surely there must be another way to secure the cover story that doesn’t involve such intimate requests??”

Lisa desperately searched the manager’s face for any sign of understanding, but his expression remained cold and uncompromising. She knew that refusing could jeopardize the incredible opportunity, but the thought of submitting to his lewd demands made her stomach churn.

Swallowing hard, Lisa tried a different approach.

“Perhaps we could discuss this further and find a more… professional arrangement that works for both of us??”

Her voice was laced with uncertainty, but she hoped to appeal to the manager’s sense of reason.

Lisa's heart sank as the manager's ultimatum hung in the air. She stared at the business card in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. The opportunity of a lifetime was slipping through her fingers, all because she refused to compromise her principles.

Swallowing hard, Lisa looked up at the manager, her expression resolute.

I'm sorry, but I can't accept those terms. My values and self-respect are not for sale.

She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

I hope you can understand and respect my decision.

With that, Lisa stood up and made her way to the door, pausing only to hand the business card back to the manager.

If you change your mind and want to work with me professionally, you know where to find me.

And with that, she exited the room, her head held high despite the disappointment weighing on her heart.

As the manager left the conference room, Lisa was left alone with her thoughts, a mix of disappointment and relief swirling within her. She knew she had made the right decision by refusing the manager's unethical demands, but the missed opportunity still stung.

Sitting back down, Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had worked so hard to get to this point in her career, and the chance to be featured on the cover of Vogue had been a dream come true. But not at the cost of her dignity and self-respect.

Glancing down at the business card the manager had left, Lisa hesitated for a moment. The temptation to reconsider was there, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had made her choice, and she would stand by it, no matter how difficult it might be.

Determined to move forward, Lisa gathered her things and exited the conference room, her head held high. She would find other ways to showcase her talent and reach new heights in her career - ones that didn't require compromising her values. This setback may have stung, but it would only make her stronger and more resolute in the long run.

As the day wore on, Lisa found herself constantly confronted with reminders of the missed opportunity with Vogue. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, there were glossy magazine covers and editorials featuring the latest fashion and celebrity trends. Each one was a painful reminder of what could have been.

Try as she might to focus on her other work, Lisa's determination began to waver. The thought of the prestige and exposure that came with a Vogue cover feature nagged at her, making her question whether she had made the right choice after all.

Sighing heavily, Lisa sank into her chair, her gaze drawn to the stack of Vogue issues on her desk. She leafed through them, admiring the stunning photography and layouts. The articles highlighted the careers of so many successful artists - the very kind of recognition Lisa had always dreamed of.

A part of her longed to call the manager back, to beg for another chance, to do whatever it took to secure that cover story. But the memory of his inappropriate demands made her stomach turn. Could she really bring herself to compromise her values, even for such an incredible opportunity?

Conflicted and torn, Lisa stared at the business card, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. The temptation was overwhelming, but deep down, she knew that her self-respect was worth more than any magazine cover. With a resolute sigh, she tucked the card away, determined to move forward on her own terms.

As the evening fell, Lisa and Aron returned home, their hunger sated after a quiet dinner. However, the unease that had been weighing on Lisa's mind all day refused to subside. When Aron inquired about her meeting with the Vogue manager, she hesitated, her eyes darting away.

Oh, the meeting? It, um, it didn't really go anywhere. Just some preliminary discussions, nothing too exciting.

Lisa forced a smile, but the tightness in her expression betrayed her true feelings.

Inside, her mind was in turmoil. The allure of the Vogue cover opportunity continued to haunt her, the temptation growing stronger with each passing moment. She knew she should be honest with Aron, but the fear of disappointing him and losing his respect held her back.

As Aron's strong arms encircled her, Lisa melted into his embrace, seeking comfort and solace. Her body responded to his touch, desire stirring within her, but her heart was heavy with the weight of her deception.

Pulling Aron closer, Lisa kissed him deeply, hoping to lose herself in the passion of their lovemaking. Perhaps, if she could just forget about the Vogue opportunity for a little while, the guilt and desperation would subside. But deep down, she knew the temptation would continue to haunt her, threatening to unravel the very foundation of their relationship.

The next day, Lisa arrived at the office, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous evening. She had lied to Aron about the Vogue meeting, and the guilt was eating her alive. As she sat at her desk, she found herself constantly glancing at the business card the manager had left, the temptation to call him growing stronger with each passing moment. Torn between her desire for the prestigious opportunity and her commitment to her relationship, Lisa found it increasingly difficult to focus on her work. She knew she needed to make a decision, but the thought of disappointing Aron or compromising her values filled her with dread. Sighing heavily, Lisa reached for the business card, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. She couldn't deny the allure of the Vogue cover - it was a chance to elevate her career in ways she had only dreamed of. But at what cost? Could she really betray Aron's trust and her own principles? Conflicted and uncertain, Lisa sat at her desk, the weight of her decision heavy on her heart. She knew she needed to find the strength to be honest with Aron, to come clean about the manager's proposition and her own wavering resolve. But the fear of losing him was almost too much to bear. As the day wore on, Lisa found it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure, her mind constantly returning to the Vogue opportunity and the consequences of her actions. She knew she needed to make a choice, but the path forward was shrouded in uncertainty.

After much internal turmoil, Lisa finally made the decision to call the Vogue manager. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number, her heart pounding in her chest. She waited anxiously, the ringing tone seeming to stretch on for an eternity. Just as Lisa was about to give up, the line clicked and the manager's voice came through.Hello, Lisa. I must say, I'm surprised to hear from you.

His tone was cool, betraying no emotion. Lisa swallowed hard, steeling her nerves.

I...I wanted to discuss your offer further. I think we may be able to come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

I see. Well, I'm listening.

The manager's response was measured, and Lisa could practically feel the weight of his gaze through the phone. Taking a deep breath, Lisa began to outline her terms, determined to maintain her self-respect while still securing the Vogue opportunity. It was a delicate dance, but she was willing to try, her desire for the cover story outweighing her initial reservations. As the conversation progressed, Lisa found herself becoming more and more invested in the negotiation. The manager seemed receptive to her proposals, and she could feel the excitement building within her. This was her chance, her opportunity to take her career to new heights. Yet, even as Lisa reveled in the prospect of the Vogue cover, a nagging sense of guilt tugged at the back of her mind. She knew that her decision would have consequences, both for her relationship with Aron and her own personal integrity. But in that moment, the allure of the spotlight proved too strong to resist.

As the afternoon wore on, the anticipation of the evening meeting with the Vogue manager weighed heavily on Lisa's mind. She had agreed to the manager's request, despite the reservations that still lingered in the back of her thoughts. At precisely 7:30 pm, Lisa arrived at the designated location, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The manager greeted her with a cool, calculated smile, ushering her into a private conference room. Thank you for coming, Lisa,

he said, his gaze sweeping over her figure.

I'm pleased to see you've reconsidered my offer.

Lisa nodded, forcing a polite smile.

Yes, I...I believe we can come to an arrangement that works for both of us.

She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. The manager leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.

Excellent. Let's discuss the details, shall we?

Lisa’s heart raced as the manager’s outrageous demand sank in. A lap dance for two hours while they discuss the deal?? The very thought of it made her stomach churn with unease. Yet, the allure of the Vogue cover opportunity still tugged at her, the temptation growing stronger with eacah passing moment.

Swallowing hard, Lisa cast a furtive glance around the room, her mind racing. Could she really bring herself to submit to such a demanding request, even if it meant securing the prestigious feature?

Steeling her resolve, Lisa straightened her posture, her gaze locking with the manager’s.

“Very well. I’ll do it.”

Her voice was steady, betraying none of the trepidation she felt.

Silently, Lisa rose from her chair and moved to stand before the manager, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, she began to sway her hips, her movements sensual and deliberate. As the minutes ticked by, she lost herself in the rhythm, her body moving with a practiced grace that belied her inner turmoil.

As Lisa swayed her hips, the manager’s hands roamed over her curves, sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to focus on the rhythm of the dance, blocking out the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against her backside. The sensation was both thrilling and deeply unsettling, stirring a conflicting mix of desire and revulsion within her.

Despite her best efforts, Lisa could feel her body betraying her, responding to the manager's touch. Her skin tingled with each caress, and she had to fight the urge to lean into his embrace. The temptation of the Vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter how degrading the experience.

Gritting her teeth, Lisa continued the sensual dance, her movements becoming more fluid and confident as the minutes ticked by. She refused to let the manager see her falter, even as her heart raced and her stomach twisted with shame. This was a necessary evil, she told herself, a price she had to pay for the opportunity of a lifetime.

As Lisa lowered herself onto the manager’s lap, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. His voice was low and guttural as he spoke, his words dripping with filthy appreciations.

“Look at you, such a greedy little thing. Grinding that tight pussy all over my cock.”

He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?? Desperate to feel a real man inside you”

Lisa’s breathe caught in her throat, a shiver of arousal and shame coursing through her. She knew she should feel guilty, betraying aron’s trust like this, but the thrill of the forbidden act only seemed to heighten her desire.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Work that ass. Show me how much of a dirty whore you can be.”

The manager’s hands roamed her curves, eliciting a soft gasp from Lisa.

“I bet you are loving this, aren’t you?? Being used like the little slut you are.”

Lisa’s movements faltered for a moment, the weight of her actions threatening to overwhelm her. But the promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost.

Lisa’s resolve began to crumble as the manager’s filthy words washed over her. Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself sinking deeper into the degrading act, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual. The promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost. As she ground her hips against the manager’s lap, his hand roamed her curves, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from her. The manager’s voice was low and guttural, his words dripping with lewd appreciation.

“That’s it, baby. You’re such a natural at this, aren’t you? Look at you, riding my cock like the greedy little slut you are.”

He pulled her closer, his breathe hot against her neck.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, desperate to feel a real man inside you.”

Lisa’s heart raced a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. She knew she could feel guilty, betraying aron’s trust like this, but the thrill of the forbidden act only seemed to heighten her desire. Pushing aside her reservations, she continued the degrading dance, her movements becoming more confident with each passing moment.

As the manager’s hands gripped Lisa’s hips, he pulled her down onto his lap, his clothed cock pressing directly against her ass. Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her, his hot breath tickling her ear.

“You feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside that tight little pussy of yours.”

His voice was a low, guttural growl, dripping with lust.

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Grinding on my lap like you were born for it.”

Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. She knew she should push him away, to put a stop to this madness before it went any further. But the promise of the vogue cover loomed large in her mind, fueling her determination to see this through, no matter the cost.

The manager let out a satisfied groan as he felt the growing wetness between Lisa’s thighs.

“Mmm, look at you, getting all worked up. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you? Desperate to feel a real man inside you.”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and humiliation. Her heart raced, a battle raging within her. Part of her wanted to give in the temptation, to let the manager have his way with her. But the memory of aron, and the trust she was betraying, kept her from fully succumbing to her desires. Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Lisa pulled away, her expression a mix of shame and defiance.

“I…. I can’t do this. I won’t compromise my values, no matter what you offer.”

Her voice trembled, but the determination in her eyes was unwavering.

The manager’s brow furrowed his grip on her thighs tightening.

“Don’t be a fool, Lisa. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Are you really going to throw it all away for some meaningless relationship?”

Lisa swallowed hard, her resolve steeling.

“It’s not meaningless to me. Aron means everything, and I won’t betray him, no matter the cost.”

As the manager’s hand pointed towards her pussy, Lisa recoiled, a surge of panic rising within her. But is grip on her hands was unyielding, and with a forceful tug, he pulled her back onto his lap.

“Look at you, trying to deny what your body wants.”

His voice dripped with contempt.

“That greedy little cunt of yours is begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

Trembling, Lisa felt her resolve crumbling. She had to come too far to turn back now, even as her conscience screamed at her to stop. Squeezing her eyes shut, she steeled herself, determined to see this through, no matter the cost.

As the manager’s palm pressed against Lisa’s most intimate area, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as his vulgar words assaulted her senses.

“Look at you, so wet and needy. You can’t hide how much you want this, can you?”

His voice was a low, guttural growl.

“That greedy little cunt of yours is begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

Lisa felt her resolve crumbling, the weight of the Vogue opportunity and the manager's relentless advances overwhelming her. She knew she should fight, to break free of his grasp and flee this sordid situation. But the temptation was too great, the promise of fame and success too alluring to ignore. Trembling, Lisa found herself sinking deeper into the manager's embrace, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest. She had come too far to turn back now, and the consequences of her actions seemed to fade into the background as the manager's touch ignited a fire within her. With a shuddering breath, Lisa surrendered to the moment, her pride and principles giving way to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. She knew this was a decision she would have to live with, but in that instant, the promise of the Vogue cover was all that mattered.

The manager’s grip on Lisa tightened as he sensed her wavering resolve. A triumphant grin spread across his face as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her ear.

“That’s it, baby. Give in to it,”

He purred, his voice dripping with filthy condescension.

“You’re nothing but a pathetic whore, aren’t you? Willing to sell your soul for a little taste of fame.”

As the manager’s fingers traced the outline of Lisa’s most intimate area, she let out a shuddering gasp. His vulgar words assaulted her senses, chipping away at her rapidly crumbling resolve.

Lisa’s cheeks burned with shame, but the allure of the vogue opportunity was too strong to ignore. Trembling, she found herself leaning into the manager’s caress, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest.

The manager’s fingers circled her heated core, the friction through the fabric driving her wild with need. Lisa bit her lip, fighting to maintain what little composure she had left. She knew she should stop this, put an end to the manager’s degrading advances. But the promise of the vogue cover was a siren’s call she could no longer resist.

As the manager’s fingers pressed firmly against Lisa’s heated pussy, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She let out a desperate gasp, her back arching as the sensation overwhelmed her. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear.

Lisa’s eyes squeezed shut, her mind reeling from the intensity of her impending release. She tried to hold back, to maintain even a shred of her dignity, but the manager’s relentless ministrations proved too much for her to withstand.

With a strangled cry, Lisa’s body tensed, waved of ecstasy washing over her as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm. Her thighs trembled, her breathing ragged, as the manager watched with a triumphant smirk, having finally broken her resolve. In the aftermath, Lisa felt a deep sense of shame and regret, her principles and values crumbling in the face of her own carnal desires. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she knew there was no turning back now, no matter the cost.

As Lisa’s body convulsed with the intensity of her climax, she clung to the manager, her nails digging into his shoulders. Waved of shame and ecstasy washed over her, leaving her trembling and utterly spent.

The manager’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her ear.

“Look at you, so pathetic and needy. You couldn’t even hold it together, could you? What a greedy little slut you are.”

Lisa’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she found herself unable to pull away. The manager’s words, as degrading as they were, only seemed to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within her.

“That’s it, baby. Soak those pretty panties of yours. I bet you’re just aching to feel my cock inside you, aren’t you?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the outline of her trembling thighs.

Lisa let out a shuddering breath, her resolve crumbling in the face of her own insatiable desires. She knew she should put a stop to this, to break free of the manager’s grasp and flee. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she found herself powerless to resist.

As the manager’s fingers brushed against Lisa’s sensitive, orgasm-flushed pussy, she let out a shuddering gasp. His touch sent sparks of electricity through her body, igniting a fire within her that she no longer ignore.

“please..”

Lisa breathed, her voice thick with need.

“I…I want it. I want your cock inside me.”

The manager’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he leaned in, his hot breath caressing her flushed skin.

“That’s what I thought, you greedy little slut. You can’t get enough, can you?”

Lisa’s voice trembled with unbridled desire as she gazed up at the manager, all thoughts of aron her principles fading into the background.

“Please… I want it. I want your cock inside me,”

She begged her, body aching to be filled.

Lisa’s face flushed with a mix of shame and desire as the manager released his grip. Swallowing hard, she slowly began to undress, her movements deliberate and sensual.

“yes, I’m just a dirty little slut,”

She murmured, her voice dripping with feigned humiliation.

“Please, let me show you how much I want your cock.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa peeled off her clothing one piece at a time, her curves and creamy skin gradually revealed. With each article removed, she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, her body betraying the guilt that still lingered in the back of her mind.

Fully nude now, Lisa stood before the manager, her chest heaving, her gaze filled with wanton need.

“I’m yours to use, however you see fit. I’m nothing but a pathetic whore, begging for your cock.”

The manager’s eyes roamed Lisa’s nude form, drinking in every curve and contour. He regarded her not as a person, but as a mere object – a piece of meet to be used for his own gratification.

“Look at you, all naked and desperate,”

He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re nothing but a worthless whore, aren’t you? A pathetic slut begging to be abused.”

Without warning, he seized Lisa, his rough hands gripping her hips as he pulled her close.

She let out a gasp, her body trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal.

“This is what you want, isn’t it??”

He growled, grinding his clothed erection against her.

“To be used and degraded like the filthy little cum dumpster you are.”

Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding as she tried to reconcile the same she felt with the intense desire coursing through her. She knew she should resist, to put a stop to this madness. But the promise of the vogue cover still loomed large, and she found herself powerless to fight against the manager’s advances.

As the manager’s hands roamed Lisa’s bare skin, she felt a shiver of pleasure course through her. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that she should could no longer deny.

“Yes, touch me,”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

“I want to feel every inch of you.”

The manager’s lips curled into a predatory grin as he trailed his fingers along the curves of her body. He reveled in her submission, in the way she had abandoned all thoughts of aron to surrender to his advances.

“That’s it, my little slut,”

He purred, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear.

“Give yourself over to me completely. Forget about that pathetic excuse of a man and let me show you what a real lover can do.”

Lisa’s eyes were transfixed on the manager’s crotch as he commanded her to free his throbbing cock. With trembling hands, she reached forward, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants.

“Yes, your cock…”

She breathed, her voice thick with reverence.

“It’s all I can think about. I need it, I crave it. I confess, I’m nothing but a worthless slut who lives to worship your magnificent cock.”

Slowly, Lisa pulled his pants down, freeing his engorged member. She gazed upon it with undisguised hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips anticipation.

“Please, let me taste you. Let me show you how much I adore your godly cock.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unbridled lust as she reverently took the manager’s throbbing cock in her hands. Without hesitation, she began rubbing it all over her beautiful face, marking herself as his property.

“Yes, cover me with your essence,”

“I want to be marked as you devoted slut.”

She moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, savoring his musky scent.

Eagerly, Lisa licked and sucked his shaft, her movements growing more frenzied as she craved to taste every inch of his masculinity. Even when the manager intentionally kept his cock dirty, Lisa reveled in the filthy aroma, her submission to his dominance complete.

“I need this, I crave it,”

She confessed between ravenous licks.

“Your cock is all I can think about. I’m nothing but a worthless whore who lives to worship you.”

With trembling hands, Lisa wrapped her lips around the manager’s throbbing cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck him hungrily. She knew she needed to please him, show her complete devotion.

At the same time, Lisa slid her fingers down to her aching cunt, circling her sensitive nub as she built towards a powerful climax. She fought the urge to let go, determined to hold back until the manager granted her permission.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,”

The manager growled, his hips bucking as he savored the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

With Lisa's hair now bound in a ponytail, the manager used it as a makeshift handle, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock. Lisa moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the manager's body.

As the blowjob continued, the manager teased Lisa's aching pussy with his leg, eliciting desperate whimpers from the submissive idol. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and Lisa felt herself nearing the edge of ecstasy, fighting to hold back her release as the manager had commanded.

Desperate to please, Lisa redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she serviced the manager's impressive length. She was lost in a haze of lust, her principles and reservations long forgotten as she surrendered completely to his domination.

As the manager’s leg pressed against Lisa’s sensitive folds, she let out a desperate whimper. The dual sensations of his cock in her mouth and his teasing touch were overwhelming, sending her senses into overdrive.

Lisa’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body aching for release. But she dared not disobey the manager’s command, fighting to hold back the climax that threatened to consume her. Redoubling her efforts, Lisa bobbed her head faster, her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing as she serviced the manager’s impressive length. She was lost in a haze of lust, her principles and reservations long forgotten as she surrendered completely to his domination.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and pride at the manager’s crude words that she must have worked at a brothel before. She pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from her lips as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes.

“I… I’ve never done this before.”

She admitted her voice barely above a whisper.

“But I want to please you, to show you how much I crave your cock.”

Emboldened by his praise, Lisa resumed her ministrations, her movements slow and sensual. She lavished his shaft with long, languid licks, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him fully into her mouth once more.

The manager groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her perform.

“That’s it, you filthy little slut. Show me how much you love sucking cock.”

Lisa moaned around his throbbing length, the vibrations eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the manager. She was utterly lost in her submission, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of his masculinity.

Suddenly the manager’s grip on her hair tightened.

“Now, you greedy whore. Cum for me”

At his command, Lisa’s body tensed, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over her. She cried out around his cock, her orgasm rippling through her as she trembled and convulsed. Yet, even in the throes of her release, she refused to relent, continuing to bob her head and lavish his shaft with her tongue. The manager groaned in approval, reveling in the sight of Lisa’s utter submission. She had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and he intended to use her to the fullest.

As the manager withdrew his throbbing cock from Lisa’s mouth, she let out a disappointed whimper. However, her disappointment quickly turned to eager anticipation as he instructed her to take selfies with him and his manhood.

Snatching up her phone, Lisa’s fingers trembled with excitement. She quicikly positioned herself next to the manager, angling the camera to capture his impressive length. With a coy smile, she snapped a series of provocative shots, making sure to get close-up views of his glistening shaft.

“Yes, yes!”

Lisa exclaimed, her voice dripping with lust.

“I want to remember every inch of you.”

Shifting positions, she then bent over, arching her back to showcase her ample curves. Holding the phone at just the right angle, she captured an explicit selfie of the manager’s cock pressing against her parted lips, a testament to her wanton submission.

The manager watched with a predatory gaze, his ego swelling at Lisa’s eagerness to document their illicit encounter. He knew these images would serve as potent reminder of her complete and utter surrender to his desires.

With her phone held out, Lisa bent over in a provocative doggy-style pose, curves on full display. She angled the camera just right, capturing the manager’s throbbing cock as it rested against her glistening pussy lips. A wanton moan escaped her lips as she felt the heat of his shaft against her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, please..”

“I want you to fill me up. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

She breathed, her voice dripping with need.

The manager let out a soft chuckle as he teased Lisa, watching her squirm with barely contained desire. His fingers traced the outline of her trembling thighs, eliciting a shiver from the young idol.

“So eager, aren’t we??”

He purred, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll give you what you crave soon enough.”

Lisa bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and excitement. The manager’s playful taunts only seemed to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within her. She wanted nothing more than to be claimed, to be used as his personal plaything.

Mustering her courage, Lisa gazed up at the manager, her eyes shining with a newfound determination.

“Please, I need you. I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up.”

Without warning, manager forced her down onto her knees, his throbbing cock pressing against her lips. Lisa gazed up at her him, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and trepidation.

“Open up,”

The manager growled, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to work again.”

Swallowing hard, Lisa parted her lips, allowing the manager to guide his shaft into her waiting mouth. She moaned softly, her tongue swirling around his length as she began to suck him hungrily.

The manager groaned in approval, his hips rocking as he savored the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him.

The manager seized control, his hips thrusting as he began to ruthlessly face-fuck Lisa. Her eyes watered, but a blissful smile spread across her lips. She was utterly lost in the sensations, her own pleasure and submission overriding any lingering reservations.

The manager’s grip tightened in her hair, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. Lisa welcomed it, her tongue swirling and her throat relaxing to accommodate his thrusts.

In that moment, there was no room for anything else – no thoughts of aron, no concerns about her principles. Lisa had surrendered completely, reveling in her role as the manager’s willing plaything.

As the manager’s throbbing cock slipped from Lisa’s mouth, she looked up at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

She asked, her voice thick with desire.

Without warning, the manager pressed the tip of his shaft against Lisa’s nostril, smearing his precum along the delicate skin.

“Time to take a deep breath of my scent, my little slut.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a shiver of both trepidation and excitement coursing through her. Tentatively, Lisa closed her lips, inhaling deeply through her nose. The musky, masculine aroma filled her senses, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. In that moment, she was utterly his, a willing vessel for his twisted desires.

Without warning, the manager unleashed a torrent of thick, hot cum directly into Lisa's nose, filling her nasal passages completely. Lisa's eyes widened in shock as the viscous fluid flooded her senses, the pungent aroma overwhelming her.

Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but the manager's grip on her hair held her in place. She could feel the sperm coating the inside of her nose, leaving no space for air as she struggled to breathe.

Lisa's body trembled, a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal coursing through her. She knew she should be disgusted by this depraved act, but the manager's domination had stripped away her principles, leaving her powerless to resist.

Desperate for air, Lisa opened her mouth, trying to gulp down breaths, but the manager's seed had invaded every orifice. She was drowning in his essence, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of his masculinity.

The manager's fingers thrust into Lisa's mouth, filling it completely and leaving her no choice but to breathe through her nose. As she desperately gulped down air, she found herself inhaling the manager's thick, pungent seed, which had flooded her nasal passages.

Lisa's body trembled, a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal coursing through her. The sheer volume of the manager's release was overwhelming, intoxicating her senses. She could feel the viscous fluid coating the inside of her nose and throat, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented. Yet, despite her better judgment, Lisa found herself surrendering to the sensations. As the manager continued to pump his seed into her, Lisa's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering with a strange, twisted ecstasy. She had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and in that moment, she embraced it completely.

After a few moments, Lisa’s expression shifted, her eyes shining with a newfound clarity. A bright, almost manic smile spread across her lips as she gazed up at the manager, her entire being consumed by an all encompassing desire.

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,”

She breathed, her voice dripping with adoration.

“Only yours, forever and always. Please, use me, claim me as your own. I exist only to serve your pleasure.”

Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of reverence and lust. The manager’s domination had stripped away every last vestige of her principles, leaving her a willing vessel for his twisted desires. In that moment, there was nothing else that mattered – no aron, no career, no concerns about her reputation. She was reborn, a devoted acolyte to the manager’s carnal divinity.

Eagerly, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the remnants of his seed that clung to his softening shaft. She craved his essence, his very masculinity, and she would stop at nothing to please him, to prove her unwavering devotion.

Lisa gazed up at the manager, her eyes shining with desperation.

“Please, when are you going to fuck me?”

She begged, her voice trembling with need.

“I need to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me wait any longer!”

Her body quivered with barely contained arousal, every fiber of her being aching to be claimed by the manager’s impressive manhood. The humiliation and depravity of her current state had stripped away any lingering reservations, leaving her a wanton, submissive plaything, existing solely for his pleasure.

“I would fuck your needy pussy right away, if you call your boyfriend”

Lisa’s eyes widened in panic at the manager’s cruel demand. The thought of betraying aron in such depraved way filled her with shame, but the aching need between her thigh was impossible to ignore.

With trembling hands, she retrieved her phone, her heart pounding as she dialed aron’s number. As his face appeared on the screen, Lisa fought to keep her composure, forcing a smile.

“Ch – Aron, my love…. I… need you to see something.”

She stammered, her voice laced with guilt and desire.

Slowly, she turned the phone to face the manager, who stood before her, his throbbing cock in hand. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he began to stroke himself, never breaking eye contact with the unsuspecting aron.

“Time to put on a show, my dear,”

The manager purred, his grip tightening around his shaft.

With her heart pounding, Lisa slowly lowered herself onto the manager’s throbbing cock, her eyes locked onto aron’s face through the video call. A bright, almost manic smile spread across her lips as she felt the delicious stretch and fullness of being impaled on the manager’s impressive length.

“Oh, aron, my love,”

She purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

“I wish you could see how good this feels. The manager is filling me up so perfectly.”

Lisa began to move, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles ass she savored every inch of the manager’s shaft. Her body trembled with a twisted ecstasy, the knowledge that aron was witnessing her depraved act only fueling her arousal.

“Don’t worry darling.”

She cooed, her tone laced with mockery.

“I’ll be sure to give the manager a performance worthy of your attention.”

Lisa began to move, grinding her hips in slow, sensual circles as she savored every inch of the manager’s shaft.

“Mmm, yes, it feels so good.,”

She moaned, her voice dripping with lust.

“Your cock is stretching me out so perfectly. I wish you could see how wet and needy I am for it.”

Picking up the pace, Lisa started bouncing on the manager’s cock, her movements growing more erratic and desperate. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she reveled in the sensations.

“Ohh, fuck! I’m such a dirty slut, aren’t I?”

She cried out, her eyes locked onto aron’s horrified expression.

“I can’t get enough of this thick, throbbing cock. It’s all I want, all I need!”

As Lisa lowered the phone, the camera captured the intimate, graphic scene unfolding before aron’s eyes. The manager’s thick, throbbing cock was buried deep inside Lisa’s clenching pussy, their bodies moving in a primal, desperate rhythm.

Lisa’s face was flushed with ecstasy, her eyes half - lidded as she rode the manager’s shaft.

“Look at me, Aron,”

She panted, her voice dripping with wanton lust.

“See how much I crave this cock. It’s all I want, all I need.”

The manager let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging into Lisa’s hips as he thrust up to meet her movements.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,”

He growled.

“Take every inch of me. You were born to be my personal fuck toy.”

Lisa threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations. The sound of their bodies colliding, the lewd squelching of her soaked pussy filled the air, a symphony of depravity.

Lisa turned her heads back, her lips meeting the manager’s in a passionate, searing kiss. Their tongues danced together as she continued to slowly grind her hips, savoring every inch of his impressive cock.

When the kiss finally broke, Lisa gazed at the manager with hooded eyes.

“Your cock is so much bigger than aron’s”

She purred, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

“I love the way it fills me up, stretches me out. I’m addicted to it.”

She clenched her inner muscles, eliciting a groan from the manager.

“You’re the only one who can satisfy me now,”

She confessed, her nails raking down his chest.

“Aron could never compare to this.”

Lisa’s eyes widened as she felt the manager’s thick cock pressing against her belly, creating a noticeable bulge. A sense of twisted pride and excitement filled her as she lowered the phone, proudly displaying the obscene sight to aron.

“Look my love,”

“Can you see how deep the manager’s cock is inside me?? It’s stretching me out so perfectly.”

Lisa ran her hand over the bulge, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“I’ve never felt so full, so complete. This is what I was made for – to be used and filled by a real man’s cock.”

Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous, feral hunger as she gazed into the camera, daring aron to challenge her newfound devotion to the manager’s carnal desires.

The manager’s hips snapped forward with ruthless intensity, his thick cock plunging into Lisa’s tight, welcoming embrace. With each powerful thrust, the obscene bulge in her belly grew more pronounced.

Glancing over the phone, the manager sneered.

“So, is this your pathetic cuckhold boyfriend watching, hmm??”

He taunted, his grip on Lisa’s hips tightening.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with twisted delight as she gazed into the camera.

“That’s right, Aron. This is what a real man feels like. The manager is giving me everything you could never provide.”

She threw her head back, letting out a shameless moan of pleasure.

“I’m his now, aron. His little slut. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Aron’s face on the video call was twisted with a mixture of hurt, confusion, and disbelief. His voice trembled as he asked,

“Lisa, why? How could you do this to me?”

Lisa paused, flicker of guilt passing across her features. But it was quickly extinguished by the intoxicating high of the manager’s dominance.

“Why?”

She echoed, her tone almost mocking.

“Because this is what I want, aron. The manager’s cock is everything you could never be.”

She grounded her hips down, eliciting a guttural groan from the manager.

“Don’t you see? I was made for this – to be used, to be filled. And the manager, he knows exactly how to satisfy me.”

Leaning in closer to the camera, Lisa’s eyes narrowed.

“You were never enough, aron. I need something… more. And the manager is giving it to me, right here, right no…..”

Lisa’s sentence was interrupted by a sudden, punishing thrust from the manager. Her words dissolved into a guttural scream of pleasure as his thick cock rammed into her, filling her to the brim.

“Aahhh, yes! Fuck me harder!”

She cried out, her nails digging into the manager’s shoulders.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

The obscene bulge in her belly grew more pronounced with each powerful stroke, a testament to the manager’s impressive girth and length. Lisa’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mind consumed by the blinding ecstasy of being so thoroughly dominated. Aron could only watch in horror as his girlfriend surrendered herself completely to the manager’s carnal desires, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

The manager snatched the phone from Lisa’s hand, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as he turned the camera towards himself.

“Well, well, if isn’t the pathetic cuckhold himself,”

He sneered, his free hand gripping Lisa’s hips as she continued to bounce on his cock.

“Look at your precious little girlfriend – she’s finally found a real man to satisfy her.”

Lisa moaned shamelessly, her movements growing more erratic as the manager’s cock hit all the right spots inside her.

“Aron, I’m sorry, but this is what I need,”

She panted, her eyes glazed over with lust.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things you never could.”

The manager let out a dark chuckle, his grip on the phone tightening.

“You hear that, boy? She’s mine now. Your little slut is addicted to my cock. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The manager’s grip on the phone tightened as he fixed aron with a cruel smirk.

“You want to know how your precious Lisa became my little slut? It’s quite simple, really.”

He paused, his free hand caressing Lisa’s trembling form as she continued to ride his cock.

“She came to me, desperate for a real man’s attention. All those years with you, and she was never truly satisfied. But the movement she felt the power of my cock, everything changed.”

Lisa let out a whimper of agreement, her walls clenching around the manager’s shaft.

“It’s true, aron,”

She moaned.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’m addicted to him, to his touch, to his domination.”

The manager chuckled darkly.

“And now, she’s mine. Your little girlfriend is nothing more than my personal fuck toy. I’ll use her however I please, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He paused, his free hand caressing Lisa’s trembling form as she continued to ride his cock.

“I offered her a deal – if she willingly submitted herself to me, I would feature her on the front page of Vogue Thailand magazine. But do you know what she said?”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted hunger as she spoke up from behind the manager.

“I don’t care about that magazine anymore. I’ve found something far more valuable – your cock. And I’m willing to give up everything, even my career, just to have it.”

The manager let out a dark chuckle.

“You hear that, boy? Your girlfriend has chosen me and my cock over everything else. She’s mine now, body and soul. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

The manager turned the phone towards Lisa, who was smiling and moaning in pleasure ass she rode his cock. The obscene bulge in her belly was a testament to the manager’s impressive girth and length.

“Look at your precious girlfriend now, aron,”

The manager taunted.

“She’s finally found what she’s been missing all the time – a real man to satisfy her.”

Lisa’s eyes were half – lidded, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Aron, I’m sorry, but this is what I need.”

She panted, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm.

“The manager, he… he makes me feel things you never could.”

She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensations.

“His cock, it’s everything. I don’t care about anything else – not the magazine, not my career, not even you. All the matters is this.”

As the manager handed the phone back to Lisa, he suddenly grabbed her hips and stood up from the chair, his cock still buried deep inside her. With a powerful thrust, he lifted her up, as he began to fuck her standing.

Lisa’s eyes went wide with surprise, but the sensation of the manager’s thick shaft plunging into her sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as she moaned shamelessly.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder, please!”

She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I need your cock, all of it!”

The manager’s hips snapped forward with relentless intensity, the obscene bulge in Lisa’s belly growing more pronounced with each punishing stroke. Aron could only watch in horror as his girlfriend surrendered herself completely to this stranger’s carnal desires.

Lisa’s face twisted into a cruel smile as she gazed into the phone’s camera, her hips grinding down the manager’s cock with wanton abandon.

“Oh, aron,”

She purred, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Can you see how much I’m enjoying this? The manager’s cock is everything you could never be.”

She threw her head back, letting out a shameless moan.

“He fills me up so perfectly, stretches me out in ways you never could. I’m addicted to him, to his domination.”

Leaning in closer to the camera, Lisa’s eyes narrowed.

“You were never enough, aron. I need something more, something better. And the manager is giving it to me, right here, right now.”

With each punishing thrust, the obscene in her belly grew more pronounced, a testament to the manager’s impressive size. Lisa reveled in aron’s anguish, her lust – filled gaze daring him to challenge her newfound devotion.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she recounted the events leading up to this moment.

“Before the video call, the manager had me lap dance for him for over two overs. It made me so wet, aron. The things he said to me, the way he looked at me…”

She shuddered with pleasure, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“He told me the most vulgar, filthy things. Called me his little slut, his personal fuck toy. And do you know what? It made me so happy. I couldn’t stop smiling.”

She ground her hips down, eliciting a guttural groan from the manager.

“This is what I want, aron. To be dominated, to be used. The manager, he knows exactly how to give me what I crave.”

Her nails raked down the manager’s chest as she gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“after two hours of lap dancing for the manager, his touch on my pussy made me orgasm like crazy, aron. I came so hard, right in my pants, making them completely wet.”

She bit her lips, savoring the memory.

“The manager, he knows exactly how to please me. Just a single touch, and I was reduced to a quivering, orgasmic mess. It was the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s cock.

“this is what I want, aron. To be dominated, to be used by a real man. And the manager, he’s the only one who can give me that.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed as she gazed into the camera, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

“The manager, he knew exactly what he was doing, aron. He could see that I was on the verge of breaking, so he fed me the most vulgar, the most filthy comments directly into my brain.”

She shuddered with pleasure, her inner walls clenching around manager’s cock.

“I couldn’t help it, aron. The things he said to me, the way he dominated me – it was too much. I had to submit. I had to give myself over to him completely.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“And now, I’m his. Body and soul. There’s nothing you can do about it. The manager’s cock is all that matter to me now.”

“The manager, he ordered me to remove my clothes in the most seductive way, aron. And you know how I slut shamed myself?”

She paused, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.

“I told him that I’m nothing but a dirty whore, a pathetic slut who craves his cock more than anything. That I’m not worthy of wearing clothes in his presence, that I should be naked and on my knees, begging him to use me.”

“I’m his personal fuck toy, aron. A worthless, cum – hungry slut who will do anything to please him. I don’t deserve your love, I deserve to be used and abused by a real man.”

Lisa paused, her expression shifting to one of vulnerability.

“Aron, after I stripped for the manager, he… he made me do things I’m proud of.”

She averted her gaze, her voice trembling.

“He told me to get on my knees and beg for his cock. To tell him how much I craved his seed, how I needed to be filled and used like the worthless slut I am.”

“I did it, aron. I debased myself, groveling at his feet, pleading to be his personal cum dumpster. I’ve never felt so ashamed, so degraded.”

“But the worst part is, I loved it. The way he dominated me, the way he made me feel so small and insignificant – it was intoxicating. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“After the manager made me strip and beg for his cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer, aron. I needed to taste him, to feel him on my tongue.”

She licked her lips, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“So I dropped to my knees in front of him, gazing up with the most seductive look I could muster. And then, I took his throbbing shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before slowly, sensually, taking him all the way in.”

“I sucked him for over an hour, aron.”

“Giving him the most debased, the most shameful blowjob of his life. I was a total slut for his cock, and I loved every second of it.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, aron. Before the blowjob, I took the manager’s cock and rubbed it all over my pretty, beautiful face, marking myself as his object.”

She bit her lip, savoring the memory.

“And then, me and the manager, we took all sorts of provocative selfies together. With his cock against my lips, my tongue out, kissing and caressing him. I wanted the whole world to see that I’m his, aron. His personal fuck toy.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s shaft, Lisa gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“This is who I am now, aron. A shameless, cock-hungry slut. And the manager, he’s the only one who can satisfy me.”

“Oh, and aron, there’s one photo I love the most. It’s of me bent over in doggy style, with the manager’s cock resting on my pussy.”

“The way his thick shaft felt against my most intimate place, teasing me, taunting me – it was pure ecstasy. I wanted nothing more than to feel him fill me up, to be completely dominated by his raw power.”

Grinding her hips down on the manager’s shaft, Lisa gazed at aron with a predatory hunger.

“That photo, it’s a testament to my transformation, aron. I’m no longer the sweet, innocent girl you once knew. I’m shameless, cock-hungry slut, and the manager is the only one who can satisfy me.”

“After I took those provocative selfies with the manager’s cock, he finally shoved it into my waiting mouth. I loved the feeling of his throbbing shaft filling me up, aron.”

She shuddered with pleasure.

“But you know, even after half an hour of sucking him off, the manager wasn’t done with me. He started teasing my pussy with his leg, and before I knew it, I was trembling in the throes of orgasm.”

Lisa’s nails raked down the manager’s chest as she continued to pleasure him.

“But even as I was squirming like a crazy bitch, I never forgot my purpose. I kept on sucking his cock, determined to make him feel as good as he made me feel.”

“You’re right, aron. Even when I was on the verge of cumming, the manager’s order was so powerful that I just couldn’t let go. I was trembling, my body begging for release, but I held it all in, just like he commanded.”

She let out a shuddering breath, her inner walls clenching around the manager’s shaft.

“And then, when he finally gave me permission, I broke out in the most intense orgasm. The cum just gushed out of me, soaking us both in my ecstasy.”

Lisa’s hips moved in a desperate rhythm, chasing that same high.

“It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, aron. The manager’s control over me, his ability to deny me even my own pleasure – it was intoxicating. I’m addicted to it, to him, in a way I can never be with you.”

Lisa’s expression darkened as she recounted the manager’s next act of domination.

“After I had pleased him with my mouth, the manager decided he wanted more. He grabbed my hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail, and then proceeded to face-fuck me mercilessly.”

“The way he used my throat, forcing his cock down until I gagged – it was humiliating, aron. But deep down, I craved it. I needed to be used, to be degraded by a real man.”

“I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All that mattered was pleasing him, serving his every desire. And when he was finally done, I was left trembling, gasping mess – but I had never felt more alive.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she recalled the manager’s final act of domination.

“And then, aron, the manager suddenly withdrew his cock placed it on my nose and filled my nasal passage with his sperm. I couldn’t get enough of it, greedily inhaling every last drop as it coated my nasal passage.”

“The taste, the texture – it was intoxicating. I felt so alive, so fulfilled, being used as the manager’s personal cum dumpster.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a desperate hunger as she gazed at aron through the phone.

“Once the blowjob was over, I begged the manager to fuck me right then and there. And you know what he said, aron?”

“He told me he’d fuck me senseless, but only if I called you first. So here we are, my love – the manager is pounding my brains out, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lisa threw her head back, moaning shamelessly as the manager’s hips snapped forward with bruising force.

Lisa quickly set the phone aside, no longer interested in aron’s presence. Her attention was solely focused on the manager as he began pounding into her with reckless abandon.

Lisa’s back arched, her body writhing in ecstasy. Loud, shameless moans and screams of pleasure spilled from her lips, filling the air.

“Yes! Fuck me harder, you filthy animal! Breed me like the whore I am!”

The manager’s powerful thrusts shook Lisa’s entire frame, the obscene sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Lisa’s nails racked down his back, urging him on as she lost herself in the throes of carnal bliss.

Her mind was completely blank, consumed by the manager’s domination. Nothing else mattered in that moment except the feeling of his thick cock stretching and filling her, driving her to the heights of orgasmic euphoria.

As soon as Lisa begged the manager to fuck her, his animalistic side emerged. With a primal growl, he grabbed her hips and slammed his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, eliciting a desperate scream of pleasure from Lisa.

For the next 2-3 hours, the manager pounded Lisa mercilessly, his hips pistoning back and forth with relentless force. Lisa’s body writhed and trembled beneath him, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

All the while, aron remained on the line, forced to watch helplessly as his girlfriend was ruthlessly dominated by another man. Lisa’s shameless moans and cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, a twisted symphony of her betrayal.

As the manager’s thrusts became more erratic, he let out a guttural groan.

“I’m going to cum, you filthy slut! Take it all!”

Lisa’s eyes widened with anticipation, her walls clenching rhythmically around the manager’s pulsing cock.

“Yes, please! Flood me with your seed! I need it, I need you to mark me as yours!”

With a final, powerful thrust, the manager erupted inside Lisa, painting her insides with his hot, sticky release. Lisa cried out in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt the manager’s essence filling her up.

Trembling, Lisa looked up at the manager with a delirious, adoring gaze.

“Thank you, thank you for claiming me as yours. I’m yours forever….”

As the manager pulled out, Lisa quickly grabbed the phone and turned the camera towards her glistening, cum-filled pussy. Her face was flushed with exhilaration as she proudly displayed the mess the manager had made of her.

“Look at this, aron!”

She exclaimed, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of triumph.

“He’s marked me as his own. His seed is dripping out of me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lisa ran her fingers through the manager’s thick release, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips. With a salacious moan, she sucked her fingers clean, savoring every last drop.

“This is who I am now, aron. A shameless, cock-hungry slut. And the manager, he’s the only one who can satisfy me. You were never enough.”

#lisa manoban #lisa smut #blackpink #lisa blackpink

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barleyo · 5 months ago

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*licks teeth and pins u against the wall* so uh...how bout one of those big bro leon fics, *I say with a glint in my eyes*

Purist.

Big Bro! Leon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: *quivers and covers chest nervously* w-w-well, i-i guess i could write a— a little something... *eyes shift awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with a gulp* uhm... here. i, uh, i hope you enjoy... (some of the dialogue is inspired by the 2007 movie teeth :3)

Tags: incest (brother-sister)/(daddy-daughter mentioned), coercion, dub-con, religious themes, allusion to p in v/a /no real penetration mentioned, fingering (anal and vaginal f receiving), brief mentions of previous sexual assault/abuse

Wordcount: 2.1k

You spent the entirety of your mid to late teen years obsessed with God. With purity. With salvation. Your parents dragging you and your brother, Leon, to church must've eventually struck a cord with you. Ever since the youth pastor chewed up that bubblegum and offered it around to everyone, making the point that nobody wanted a tainted 'treat,' the idea of staying untouched seemed to just click into place for you. Your body was a sacred thing, not to be touched or looked at lustfully by any man.

Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation, as the great St. Augustine said. Why not swear yourself to chastity? A bond of complete celibacy, of purity, promised by you to your Lord.

Unfortunately, your big brother didn't seem to feel the same way.

Leon was your exact opposite, in the way that he couldn't spend a night alone. While you would sit in your room, reading or studying like a proper girl, the wanton sound of a random female companion of his would rip through the paper thin walls of your parent's house. Every night, or what felt like it, he would bring home a 'date,' as you called them, though, he would sooner call them 'easy sluts.'

You weren't easy. Leon liked that about you. Every crude joke he made at your expense, wether at the dinner table or in the brief expanse of the hallway near your rooms, you shut down immediately. You were too maidenly for your own good, and unafraid to show it. Oh, he really liked it. Not like those other whores he'd snatch up on the way home, were you? His boyish, smug grins did nothing to bring you, his darling little sister, to your knees in the way it did other women your age.

Maybe that was why he did it— bringing those girls over. He knew good and well you could hear them— hear him— through the thin walls. He could tell based on the way you looked at him with scornful eyes the morning after as he accompanied the umpteenth girl of his to the front door, tactfully kicking her out with the promise of calling her back. Of course, he did no such thing, the womanizer that he was. He'd wink at you. Taunting you.

Maybe he did all of this to tempt you, to show you what you were missing out on. Maybe he was sending you a message. An offer? No. The more likely option was that he just liked to tease you. Yes, that seemed more 'brotherly.'

It was another night. Another sleepless night of being tormented by the lewd sounds coming from your older brother's room. You could practically hear the individual squeak of every spring in his old mattress as he used whatever girl he had with him now. You heard her muffled voice. Poor girl must've had her face pushed into the pillow. Maybe she was ugly. Leon always let the pretty ones look at him while he sexed them up— you could tell because you heard their voices much clearer in the night.

It was nearly melodic. Hearing almost every movement between the two. You could piece it together in your mind, and before you knew it, you had your eyes tightly shut, imagining the scene.

You pictured it in more detail than you thought the Lord would be appreciative of. You saw your brother's toned back with his tapered waist, his taut muscles clenching and coated in a slick sheen of sweat as he worked his hips against a faceless girl's heat. It was a dance. You seemed to imagine it more passionate than it sounded. Where the girl next door was certainly getting pounded, your imaginary girl was being treated tender and soft. Gentle strokes accompanied by a firm grasp.

You were yet again reminded the next day of how much different your real brother was to the version of him your mind conjured up the previous night. Not nearly as sweet, that was for sure.

You pushed into his room, not bothering to give him the dignity of a knock. That was another thing he liked about you. For how meek and God-fearing you seemed to be, you could be a real bitch to your dear ol' brother. He found it sort of funny, the juxtaposition between how you really were and how his lackadaisical manner made you act.

"We need to talk about your girlfriends," you said, slamming his door behind you. The breeze caused by the door made a few of his classless pin-up girl posters swish upwards, hanging on for their lives against the black walls of his room by the tiny scraps of tape he stuck them with.

"Don't have any," Leon said casually, legs spread and arms over his chest. He tossed a baseball up and down, catching it in his palm as he leaned his head against his headboard.

You huffed and stomped over to his bedside to snatch the baseball. He let you grab it, shooting you an amused grin as you palmed the ball far too big for your hand.

"Well, whatever you want to call them—"

"Let's just call them whores, yeah?"

"I'm not going to call them that," you spat, eyebrows raising into your hairline. "Your 'friends.' How about that? Your 'friends' need to stop coming around. I can't live like this. I can't sleep!"

"Awh, poor thing. Your grade in 'prissy bitch' class must be dropping now. Y'fall asleep during your stick-up-the-ass exam, college girl?" he asked, nose scrunching teasingly as he eyed you. He reveled in how your offended look grew.

"Can you take anything seriously, you ass?" You dropped his baseball to the floor and kicked it under his bed, to which he mumbled 'bitch' and an additional explicative or another under his breath. "Last night was ridiculous. I didn't get a wink of sleep. These walls aren't nearly as thick as you act like they are."

"Oh, you heard that? What, it turn you on or something?"

You stilled, arms rising back to cover your chest defensively. It didn't turn you on, per se, but it did something, that was for damn sure. You weren't about to confess that to Leon, though. Not if you had a choice.

"No, it did not 'turn me on,' Leon. Do you hear yourself when you speak, or does everything come out on instinct?"

"Instinct. So, Virgin Mary, what're you harassing me about now? You don't enjoy the sweet, sweet sound of random chicks getting smashed?"

He sat up straight, back flush to his headboard now as he turned to face you.

You got a good look at his features. Looked a lot like your dad. Score! Perfect excuse, suddenly coming to mind.

"No, I don't. I'm sure daddy doesn't appreciate it either," you said, trying to guard yourself with the veil of your father.

Leon snorted. "Well, I guess daddy dearest will just have to come tell me himself then, won't he? Seems like he's too drunk nowadays to hear anything," he said, voice nearing bitter territory.

"Don't talk about dad like that," your voice taking on a more protective edge in your father's defense. "He's going through a rough time. He doesn't need your shit."

"And I don't need yours. This whole abstinence thing has your horse pretty high, you know." Leon shifted his legs over the side of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. Most of the humor he had left in his voice had drained out, being replaced with a seriousness. "You aren't slick."

You narrowed your eyes at him, eyebrows pinching together. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, sis," he said, mocking tone lacing the nickname, "we both know who you're saving yourself for, and I've been real patient up until now. I'm not gonna wait forever."

You wanted to repeat yourself, you wanted to ask just what the hell he meant by that, but he interrupted your train of thought.

"You think I couldn't hear you listening like a little pervert? Hell, even before I started bringing girls home. I couldn't jerk off without seeing you peeking through the crack in my door. Like I said, you aren't slick. You act like you're all hard and saintly, but you're just a nasty pervert, aren't you?"

So many thoughts ran through your head. So many emotions. Embarrassment, for one, at the fact that he knew of your dirty secrets regarding him. Anger at how casually he was airing this information. A strange warmth, as well, at how he teased you. You should've been screaming at him, at twisting this around on him, but you couldn't.

"I'm sorry," you managed to squeak out, eyes dropping to your feet in shame.

Leon just hummed in response, clearly not in dire need of an apology. In fact, he looked rather unfazed, like it was no problem for him at all.

"If you want to apologize, you can bring your little ass over here. Sit down, pervert."

"I don't know why you're acting so fidgety about this. You give it up to dad all the time, what's so different about me?"

Fuck. Leon really knew everything about you. This entire night was like having someone read your diary out loud to you, hearing every 'secret' you thought you had kept so well.

"Shut up," you said, eyes clenched shut tightly as Leon curled his fingers up against your g-spot again. You bit back the urge to whine or moan. With how much he was teasing you, you didn't feel that he deserved the satisfaction.

"Wonder what everyone would think. Daddy's good girl is good for more than she lets on, huh? Bet everyone already knows. There's no way a girl like you hasn't been taken before. Ain't a man on earth who wouldn't try it, y'know?"

You hated how that made you tighten around his fingers. Was that really what made you cum? Your brother calling you rapeable? The entire situation was so far out of your wildest imagination. A far cry from what the other girls he entertained had experienced, you were sure of that.

Or, maybe, the way that he let your face upwards was what did it for you. Last you remembered, the rule was pretty girls faced up, ugly girls got flipped. Guess that counts for something.

"I'm real fascinated by your pussy," Leon said after a few moments of silence. He was sitting between your legs, cock sprung free from his boxers as he kept his fingers plugged into your hole. He watched as your hole continued to kick and squeeze over his two digits.

"I can tell. You won't stop lookin' at it," you mumbled, trying and failing to prop yourself up on your palms.

"Not what I meant. Just meant it's pretty."

You don't know why you blushed at such a meaningless, near-objectifying compliment. A small part of you said that if Leon had seen so many in his life, and he said yours was pretty, then surely that meant something. You felt honored, in a weird way.

"Bet it'll be even tighter around my cock."

"What? No, no, we can't do that, Leon," you said quickly, pulling away from his finger with a squelch. You tried to pull your panties up, but he stopped you.

"Who says?"

You thought about it. You wanted it, sure. Really bad, actually. So, who says? Who said that you couldn't take a brief pause from chastity? You quickly told yourself what you said each time your father got a little too drunk a little too late a night and missed your mother a little too much.

"Just be gentle," you said, exactly how you would on the nights where you looked a little too much like your mother.

"Don't worry."

You expected to feel his cock swab against your folds. You expected to feel the eerily familiar pinch and stretch of being penetrated, but it didn't come. Your walls clenched almost eagerly around nothing.

Instead, your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of a finger trailing around your asshole. Leon aimed his head forward and spat a fat glob onto your rim, rubbing it around to coat your hole.

"Wait— Leon! Don't do that," you whined, feeling him finger sink in and stretch the ring of muscle.

"You aren't a true-virgin anywhere else, sis. I wanna pop this cherry before someone gets to it before I do."

God, he was cruel. What was crueler was the way he prodded another finger into your hole like it was nothing. At least he had the awareness to spit again, coating the middles of his fingers in an attempt to ease the pain in your end. It worked, as well as spit could.

His head dipped down and his tongue latched to your clit, giving it a few purposeful sucks before pressing a kiss to it too, piercing eyes looking at you from between your thighs.

"Besides, anal doesn't really count, right? Isn't that what all you pure-not-so-pure girls say?"

#cw incest #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #brother! Leon Kennedy #brother x sister #resident evil x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy smut

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