Huge shoutout to the supremely talented artist nemesis, who's latest OCs were the inspiration behind this work. Hope you all enjoy :)

"Reese? Five minutes."

"Mhm, Mhm, Mhm, Mhm"

The woman ignored her manager and kept sucking off the lucky stagehand she'd pulled aside. Mismatched eyes stayed locked on his face from behind her thick rimmed glasses. Her hair was wrapped up in a garish orange towel. Her sensuous body strained against a matching short bathrobe. The next show's outfit was hanging nearby - a sweet little number of rich brown and amber. Chocolate and peanut butter - the colors of her life.

Being the face and mascot of an international confectionary company was...taxing. There was very little time to kick her feet back and relax, or take things at her own pace. If she wasn't on her feet strutting her stuff for faceless crowds, she was on her knees or on her back drowning in benefactors, superfans, or whatever lucky bastard caught her undiscerning eye. It was nice to take a little break and leisurely down a cock or to guzzle man milk.

And Reese wanted her milk.

Her head bobbed up and down, sticking to the upper half of his dick. Her hands stayed on her lap, displaying her manicured nails. Few women could make such a garish collection of orange, gold, and brown and make them work. But none of them were Reese.

She leaned in, taking more of his girth down until she felt him at the back of her mouth. Reese paused long enough to take a deep breath before she pushed down. Her throat took him down with complete ease.

He wasn't the biggest, the widest, or the heaviest she'd ever had. Honestly, she'd probably forget this one within a week, once she was halfway across the world in a swanky hotel with her ankles up to her ears. Still, she'd give him her all, and maybe a few dozen pounds of chocolate for his trouble.

Reese pulled herself down until she was kissing his groin. His dick bulged out of her throat. She gave him a moment as she collected herself...and then she fucked her face on his cock.

Up and down at a speed that would make pornstars gawk. She left a sloppy trail of spit in her wake, only to have it splash back against her face as she came back down. Her freckled breasts bounced out of her bathrobe and wildly swung in sync.

She was humming something, though the lyrics were lost in the vibrations. Not that he'd be able to discern it even if wasn't smelling pure white euphoria. The star made a show of being as loud and sloppy as she could, even if it was faked. It wasn't her style. She never believed in mockery or pity sex - to her there was no 'wrong' way to fuck.

Buried beneath the primal need to nut was the timid, rational voice that had been screaming at him from the moment she'd pushed him down and settled on her knees. The voice that reminded him that he was on borrowed time and that every second would put his ass back at the employment services. Then again he had abandoned his post for a half hour in absolute heaven.

...He was probably fired anyway.

Reese's trained throat coaxed out his loads. Rope after rope of salty cum splashed down her gullet into her tight stomach. Very few of the company's confectionary treats made it past her lips -she had a figure to maintain after all.

As she felt him slow down, her head pulled back and took him back in her mouth. The last few spurts managed to fill her cheeks, making them balloon out to retain it all. Once she was sure he was done, she swiftly pulled back, extracting him with only a dollop of spunk landing on her freckled breasts.

Reese was feeling a little saucy and decided to leave the stagehand with a final show. She crawled back on her knees until he could see every inch of her sexy body. Once she had his attention, her mouth opened wide and displayed the bubbling, curnning cumcoction pooling around her teeth. Her tongue lazily coasted for a few moments, like a fin through the water. Quick as it begun, it was over as she swallowed every drop down and was on her feet.

She ignored the man on her couch and threw off her robe. Her captivating dark body was on full display as she reached for the outfit. The top was pulled up and hugged her fat ass, making it ripple as she finished bringing it over her big cups.

Reese prepared with the skill and practice of a world-class icon. It didn't matter if it was between shows or between sheets - she was always ready for her next show. Her laced boots were back on the ground before he could even catch his breath.

He wasn't a fool - it was best to just slip away and maybe try to beg for mercy. Make up an excuse that didn't involve admitting to being sucked off by one of the hottest women in the world. He reached down to his pants.

"Stop."

Reese turned around. She'd just finished applying her brown lipstick and was puckering her lips. Her outfit was complete, right down to her now-styled hair and the little cup hat. She strolled over to him with sensuous ease. He laid still as she pushed him back onto the couch. His cock stood, with the small spurt dripping down his shaft.

Without a word, she took him back down in her mouth in one swoop. He felt her tight lips glide down his dick until he hit her throat...and kept going. She took him all down until her lips were kissing his base. Reese quickly pulled him back out with a loud, wet POP.

His cock was now devoid of cum. A smeared lip mark was left against his groin. He looked up at her, but she was already applying a second coat of lipstick. "That's better."