Lizzie McGuire Goes Black!
Chapter OneHollywood California
June 14, 2006
Four years after her trip to Rome, Lizzie McGuire felt like she was on top of the world. Of course, it hadn't happened over night. Upon her high school graduation, Lizzie moved from Hill Ridge to Los Angeles to purse her own singing career. And with her glossy good looks, rather mature figure, sweetly bashful persona and endearing klutziness, things where happening quickly.
In want seemed like in a blink of an eye, during her first week in L.A., she'd hired an agent, rented a cute little beachfront apartment, and recorded a CD. When Lizzie finally had a day off, she was exhausted. And her mother, Jo, who'd accompanied her to LA, decided to let Lizzie sleep in while she went shopping for Southern California clothes.
It was well after lunchtime and Lizzie was still lying on her bed writing checks to USA Harvest and Kids with a Cause while enjoying a second glass of Sangria, when she heard the unmistakable sound of fucking from next door. The night before, she'd seen her new neighbor, a handsome black man enter the lobby of their condo complex with a totally hot white woman. She had dark hair and wore tight blue shorts that exposed her long legs. Lizzie watched them with a curiosity and envy as they waited for the elevator to arrive. Closing her apartment door, Lizzie fondly remembered her sexual experiences since she'd visited her friend Isabella two years earlier.
Michael Moore's Estate
Cannes, France
May 12, 2004, 2007 PM
Located just outside of the resort town of Cannes, in the south of France, Michael Moore's estate was huge. It took Sergei over half an hour to walk the outer perimeter, checking his security arrangements. Built to resemble the Palace of Versailles, there were 25 bedrooms, each with its' own marble bathroom. The front grounds of the estate were covered by fountain filled landscapes with alternating colored lighting. Dominating the back was a ten-foot hedge maze cut in a colossal crop circle pattern, which Sergei thought only 'Aliens on designer drugs' could make sense of as he rechecked his security arrangements.
Tonight's party was a black tie affair celebrating Michael's latest movie deal. While most of the major players at the Cannes Film Festival were present, it was the diminutive figure of Isabella Parichi that caught Sergei 's eye. With her look a like friend Lizzie McGuire, she was posing for the cameras in the front ballroom, besides a life size ice sculpture of the Duchess Anna Mikhailovska. While only a bit over five-feet, the eighteen-year-old nearly identical beauty contrasted with the cold lines of the sculpture. Sergei had met Isabella Parichi ten years ago when he'd been Paolo Valisari's bodyguard. But after it was found out that Paolo couldn't sing, his career had been ruined and Sergei had to find a new employer.
Both in their teens, their sun-drenched flesh was clearly fully ripened. Future accentuating their figures and light skin tones, they wore matching white low cut cocktail dress, the tight fit showed off their luscious figures and long supple legs. Know how it was impossible to enter a shopping mall today without running into one of Isabella or Lizzie's CD's. Sergei shook his head. 'The girls have done pretty well for themselves.' In contrast, while Michael now pulled in millions all of it somehow disappeared as soon as he made it. It sucked like a LIKE A BULLET TO THE BRAIN.
The orchestra on the ballroom's center stage began to play Back in the USSR as Sergei walked toward them. Lizzie noticed him first. Nudged by her friend, when Isabella met Sergei 's eyes, she gave him a smile that could have stirred a mummy from its tomb. Only later would any of them discover the devilish plans his boss had had in store the girls.
His mouth dropped open. Sergei beamed as he took in their titillating cleavage and enticing figures. Remembering Isabella and Lizzie's joint centerfold in the Italian Playboy Magazine, only with great difficulty was he able to pry his eyes away from Isabella's long, smooth legs without fulfilling the urge to stroke them, let alone start licking them.
Fifteen years her senior, Sergei had fondly remembered Isabella as a cute kid, always eager to cheerfully get him a cup of coffee, or to share suntan lotion when they enjoyed a day on a nude beach. But now it was impossible to miss how well she'd filled out. Only with great difficulty was he able to wipe away his look of astonishment. "Where are the gawky kids I used to know?"
"We're still here." Lizzie grimaced, punching him in the shoulder. "We just don't trip over our own feet as much."
Giving him the same old gooey-eyed look, Isabella put an arm around his waist. "So how are you doing?"
"Okay, I guess." Sergei suddenly grew a nervous grin, rubbing his shoulder, trying to control his thoughts. He used to think Isabella's crush on him was cute. Since then, he'd thankfully been able to avoid her. Perhaps it was the alcohol or Michaels influence rubbing off on him. But he couldn't help but notice how incredibly delicious the now sixteen-year-old Isabella and Lizzie looked.
Having grown up on old American westerns and stories of chivalry, it was becoming more and more difficult for him to remember the reasons why he become an Italian Navy Commando and then later, opted for private security work. All the money, all the drugs, all the noise made it almost impossible to think…impossible to remember the ambitions of his boyhood to protect the defenseless. But didn't I begin my career to protect innocent people like Isabella and Lizzie from people like Michael's new friends?' he wondered. But noticing how much he enjoyed the warmth of her fingers resting on the small of his back, he feared that Michael was rubbing off on him. He took a big gulp of his drink. 'I wonder if John Wayne had fucked Natalie Wood after he rescued her from the Indians?"
With her grip tightening around his waist, Isabella beamed back at Sergei "We've never been to one of Michael's parties. If half of what I hear in the news is true, it must be pretty wild around here?"
"Yeah…it is."
"Sergei," Lizzie now spoke. "Was Michael really drunk when he dressed up as Santa Claus at the Boston Democratic Convention?"
Sergei shook his head. His boss had been all over the news, stumbling, cussing, robbing his crotch, and dry humping his scantily clad 'girl-elves, which Michael referred to as his 'ho ho ho's' then dropped his pants and mooned the television camera's during prime time. "It's anybody's guess how much money he'll shell out to keep out of jail this time. The attorneys advised us not to say anything before the trial."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Michael is such a prick. But, Sergei it's good to see you."
"Do you girls ever see Kate Sanders anymore?"
Lizzie shook her head. "No, she must be in college now. But, Sergei, why does Michael have that strange maze?"
"Michael…" Sergei rolled his eyes, "likes to get people lost in there and turn on the snow maker. He thinks it's funny to sneak up on them holding a rubber knife and shout, HERE'S MICHAEL!"
Just then, the subject of their conversation, using an obviously exaggerated Russian accent took over the vocals for the orchestra. Wielding a whisky bottle, he staggered about. Only the help of a blonde woman seemed to hold him up.
Looking back across the ballroom, Sergei noticed that Lizzie could see the woman kneeling in front of Michael, seemly sucking his dick as he sang. But then to everyone's dismay a rubber dildo fell from her mouth to the floor with a low thud. Still holding the whisky bottle and appearing hardly able to stand, Michael smiled from ear to ear, before departing from the song to shout, "I hate it when that happens!"
With the glare of the laser lights and her long disheveled hair the blonde woman's face was had obscured as Lizzie stared at her, running her right index finger through her own hair. This lasted only for a few seconds before the blonde disappeared from the stage. A red head from the band took over the task holding Michael's fat bulky body up.
Noticing Lizzie's interest in Michael's latest plaything, Sergei led them far away from the crowd, to what looked like a large mirror. But upon pressing his right thumb down on a small box a small glass door slid opened, reviling the entrance to a small room.
Finding solitude from the party, they quickly sat around a table behind the one-way mirror. And as the song came to its end, Lizzie said, "Aren't the musician's skimpy Russian costumes wonderfully erotic!"
"Yea, they are. But they don't look half as good as you girls do." Noting Isabella's coy smile, Sergei put his arm around Isabella as the song 'From Russia with Love' commenced. And as Michael proceeded to wreck the lyrics of yet another song and the partygoers continued to laugh.
Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Sergei wasn't sure whether the crowd was laughing with Michael or at him. But he was sure that his boss was rubbing off on him. Isabella's dress felt warm and silky smooth as he reached his arm around her waist, filling his hand with her firm rump. Finding it very pleasing to caress her creamy soft young skin with his fingers. He grinned when Isabella slid her own hand into his back pocket.
Reaching all the way to floor, the tablecloth hid Isabella's left hand slid up his leg to encircling his erection as Sergei beamed. Giggling and rolling her eyes, Isabella began stroking the bulge in his pants.
With the corner of her mouth bent up, Lizzie gave them a sour look. "What are you two grinning about?"
Distracted, Sergei slowly took in the question. Attempting to chastise his thoughts, he jerked his head. His face grew solemn before he asked, "Did you two go to the Cannes Awards ceremony?"
"No!" Both girls answered in unison with an intent-disapproving stare. But a smile returned to Isabella's face as her hand resumed folding his erection. Feeling the effects of all the alcohol he'd consumed, he grinned broadly. Isabella giggled too while rolling her eyes as their conversation turned to Sergei's boss.
"The French are so two-face," Lizzie said. "They have no right to sit in judgment over the country that liberated them in World War II. And that was after half the French army gave up to the Germans without firing a shot!"
"Yeah." Isabella said, agreeing with her twin. "Then during the Cold War, they said they were neutral while NATO defended them from the Communist. But at the same time they begged for American help to prop up their imperialist empire in Algeria and Vietnam, all under the pretense of fighting communism. It is no surprise that Michael Moore won the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival!"
Lizzie nodded her head. "What do you expect from a nation that exerted more of its national will fighting against Disney World and Big Macs than against the fucken Nazis?"
Nodding his head, Sergei spoke "Yeah. Look at their history. Extolling the grandiose superiority of their civilization, the French have left a bloody trail across our plant for the last three hundred years."
"We Italians aren't always proud of our past, " Isabella added, looking at Lizzie. "Imperial Rome was build by slave labor and captured treasure. Lizzie, your country is far from prefect. But after World War II devastated Europe, the USA could have used the atomic bomb to rule the world in 1945. The French just love how Michael Moore makes Americans look like pigs.
Just then Sergei suddenly laughed. "Girls, what do you call 100,000 Frenchmen with their hands up?" Isabella and Lizzie shared a blank look before Sergei answered for them. "The French Army. And do know why they don't have fireworks at Euro Disney?"
Isabella now jumped in. "Because every time they shoot them off, the French try to surrender."
"This party is all so damn hollow…so decadent!" Sergei suddenly exclaimed.
"Yeah," Isabella said. "Michael's become like a lot of Hollywoodites. They make fortunes selling crap to the public. Then they try to convince themselves that they have artistic merit by championing fashionable causes like Scientology and the Dali Lama."
Sergei nodded back as Isabella. "The same people are falling all over themselves to get near the Duchess Anna."
"You know how people love to associate with royalty, even the illusion of it," Lizzie retorted.
Cocking an eyebrow, Sergei titled his head slightly. "I didn't know blondes could find CNN on the remote control?"
Now it was Lizzie's turn to roll her eyes. "I guess we must have heard of the debate over the legitimacy of Mikhailovich family on Nick News," she joked sarcastically, showing a wounded innocent look. "It might surprise you, but I've found Ivan Miklailovich's effort to be the first Russian Tzar in over 90 years to be very interesting."
Shaking her head, Isabella gave him an alluring smile. "I thought I was the smart one."
With smirk, he replied. "I guess that's why the Mikhailovich family wants Michael to make a propaganda film for them." Just then a new group entering the party, and as the room fell silent, he whispered, "Speak of the devil."
With everyone's attention upon the Duchess' entrance, no one but Lizzie could notice Isabella work Sergei 's zipper and reached inside his pants. Immediately his manhood responded in her grasping and stroking fingers. While Sergei tried to keep an eye on the party goings on, with a wicked smile, Isabella began jacking off his nine-monster as Lizzie watched in wonton fascination.
The Duchess Anastasia Mikhailovich was quite a sight. Her long flowing ivory gown shimmered with sequins. Her only jewelry was a large glittering diamond and gold necklace with matching earrings and bracelets on her aging, rotund figure. While the band began to softly play Lara's Theme from the movie Dr. Zhivago, she began speaking very formally to the group in perfect English. "I bring greetings from my son, Ivan Mikhailovich. Our family is looking forward to working with many of the people in this room..." Listening half-heartedly while Isabella manipulate his hard shaft, Sergei put off checking his security arrangements as he finished his sixth screwdriver too many that night.
When the Duchess finished talking, Aubert Douay, President of the largest movie studio in France stepped forward from the crowd. He nodded his distinguished, gray head slightly towards the Duchess before raising his glass, "I'm sure everyone here would like to welcome Duchess Anna, and to wish the whole Mikhailovich family success in the European movie business. Dasvidaniva!"
Hardly able to breath, Sergei sat there captivated by Isabella's lurid eyes and her full luscious lips. Never losing eye contact with him, she slid completely underneath the table onto her knees between his legs, not letting go of his impressive hard on. She then told him, "O, Sergei, I am making you feel good? Remember how we used to go the nude beach. But you would never let me play with you big yummy cock." Her provocative smile told all as she rubbed the swollen head of his erection all over her face.
Isabella began lovingly licking the wide head as she slowly stroked up and down his long thick shaft. She could see him biting down on his lip to not make a sound. Then almost as if it were a natural reaction to her lips wrapped around the tip of Sergei's mushroom-shaped head. His erection continued to grow and grow as his big purple head slip past her soft wet lips. The sight of his cock disappearing completely into her mouth and going down her throat was too much for him. There was no way he was going to be able to hold out very long. Sergei wrapped a hand around her head to help guide his cock into her mouth. Immediately, almost painfully, his body shuddered as he felt her suck forcefully upon his cock.
"Oh, Isabella. We should have done this years ago!"
"MMMMM good" Isabella again whispered approvingly, tasting the pre cum that began to ooze from the tip of Sergei's hard purple crown. Savoring his flavor, she drank the milky liquid down. As she continued to stroke his shaft, she looked provocatively up at him. The look on her face told him that Isabella had been fantasized about wrapping her full sexy lips around his big hard cock. "OHHHH SERGEI... It's so bigggggg ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... yessssssssssssss...!"
Isabella started slow. Her young teenage mouth wrapped tightly around his shaft as she simply, but effectively, sucked on his cock-head. Her hands began stroking his shaft into her mouth. Enraptured, Sergei just stood there, enjoying the experience of this beautiful brunette giving him a blowjob. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. She soon could feel his body shaking as his cock pulsated in her mouth. With his tongue inside her pussy, he felt a growing quiver in Isabella's body as she skull fucked his cock. He watched her eager eyes as she pushed forward and slowly buried his big dick to the hilt in her hungry mouth. Horny beyond belief, Sergei drank in her moans of pleasure.
Meanwhile, sitting next to them, Lizzie had been watching in wide-eyed fascination. He was very pleased when she joined in. Actually beaming, Sergei was certainly glad that he'd picked a dark and private spot away from the crowd.
Reaching out, Lizzie started robbing his balls and stroking his cock into Isabella's bobbing mouth. And doing a little reaching of his own, Sergei put his left hand up Lizzie's dress. She moaned as his began caressing her pussy lips, excitedly squirming around his hand as he stared sliding his finger inside of her juicy slit.
As the party went on nosily, Lizzie and Sergei French kissed for a long hot minute. And as the tongues locked, he slipped a second finger into her snatch as he began to fondle her round perky breasts with his other hand. And reaching around, Lizzie let her dress fall from her shoulders as his head moved down to suckle on her nipples.
Wrapping her hands about his head, Lizzie moaned out as she thrust her full breast into his mouth. Sucking lightly, he took her nipple between this tongue and teeth. Applying a little pressure, he heard another slight moan escape her lips. Then she lifter her butt slightly off the bench as Sergei slowly licked his way down her body until his mouth was between her legs. He hesitated a moment until he heard Lizzie call out. "Please Sergei…I've always want you to eat my pussy."
Spreading her soft folds of skin apart, Sergei paid close attention to Lizzie's swollen hood. Flattening out his tongue, he gave her a luxurious bath from bottom to top. She moaned again and again as he feasted upon her steamy slit. And as her excitement grew, he probed for sensitive spots, alternating from side to side. He then slipped his tongue inside and slowly worked it around. Unable to resist the sweet flavor of Lizzie's delicious body, he eagerly worked his hungry tongue fully into her.
Squirming in ecstasy and it didn't take long for Lizzie to climax. Writhing around on the bench and thrusting her hips up, her pubic region smashed against his mouth. The air was filled with her moans of pleasure as she cummed again and again.
He folded his tongue to make a little cradle out of it. Bending back down, he enthusiastically lapped at Lizzie's clitoris with his tongue as he pushed a finger in her anus. Rubbing her clit with his other hand, he diligently used his whole mouth and forcefully sucked on her clitoris. She thrashed and shook. She bucked and rode the waves of her orgasm for what seemed like hours. When her fourth orgasm subsided, she slumped back down, just as she whispered up to him. "Please, Sergei, do us both!"
Stroking and sucking upon him faster and faster, Isabella's soft lips and Lizzie's firm fingers got him more and more excited. Then joining her friend, Lizzie got beneath the large table and starting licking Sergei balls and between his legs. She even put her tongue into his ass hole before she and Isabella took turns deep throating him.
Wanting even more, Sergei rolled Isabella over and pushed her up on all fours to mount her from behind. Isabella arched her back and moaned as he pushed his huge cockhead into her hot little hole. Sergei held his penis as he pressed the head against her tight opening. She squirmed a little as she tried to relax her sphincter muscles and allow Sergei enter her. Slowly, the head of Sergei's dick was enveloped and his shaft soon followed. After pushing himself in to the hilt, he stopped and marveled at the extraordinary warmth and tightness of her ass. Then going between them, he kept switching from Isabella's ass and Lizzie's mouth.
As time seemed to slow down, Sergei lustfully pistoned his cock at an exceedingly rising tempo until they all came in an explosion. His massive cock throbbing deep inside of her, sending Isabella over the edge, just as she climaxed again and again as the spasms churning in her stomach.
Sergei enjoyed how Isabella's strong inner muscles squeeze away at his dick, milking him for all she was worth as their mind-wrenching climax turned him into a sexual beast. Tickling Isabella's slit and her g-spot, he worked all of his nine inches into her, first slowly, and then faster and harder into her luscious love canal. He loved how her fine tight body shook as he hammered away with his demanding dick. Glistened with love juices, her sweet little ass took his massive cock hard and deep. Lizzie buried her face into Sergei's ass as he continued to stretch her out her friend.
"Oh, yes. Oh Isabella!" exclaimed Sergei. "Oh, Lizzie."
Slowly pulling out, he pushed back in Lizzie's mouth again as his hands gripping her head tightly. He kept the pace nice and rhythmic, bringing both of them great pleasure. Soon, he pushed back on Isabella's ass, as she urging him to go faster.
Really turned on, Sergei punctuated each hard thrust with a savage grunt. He increased his speed significantly. His balls were slapping her pussy as Lizzie reached out and furiously rubbed her friends clit with her fingers and tongue.
"Yeah, that's the way girls! You like being fucked by my big dick? Huh? Don't you both?"
Reaching up under Isabella, Sergei mauled her hanging tits, squeezing and massaging them. Then lifting her up and grasped her curvy hips as he rode her. At the same time, he could feel Lizzie's tongue running along the underside of his prick. He pulled out of Isabella's pussy and pushed his prick again into her friend's mouth. The feeling was incredible as she sucked Isabella's juices off his prick. Sergei reached down and started ramming his fingers in and out of Lizzie's pussy again until they were slick with her juices.
Picking her up, Sergei began humped Lizzie's ass with long deep strokes, fucking her glove tight body with the stamina of a bull servicing his herd. She almost screamed out in joy as even more intense orgasms consumed her as he banged her beautiful body with his hungry loins. Lizzie whimpered, writhing her buttocks erotically into his crotch as he humped her. His hands moving down to squeeze her swinging breasts as he then sodomized the beautiful girl slowly, deeply and forcefully.
Time seemed to slow down as he lustfully pistoned his cock at an exceedingly rising tempo. With his massive cock throbbing deep inside of her, Lizzie continued over the edge, climaxing again and again. With her spasms still churning, he began finger Lizzie's slit, tickling her g-spot. Then he deciding it was time to switch holes.
Going slowly at first, then faster and harder, he drove all of his ten inches into Lizzie's luscious pussy. He loved how her fine tight body shook as he hammered away with his demanding dick. Glistened with love juices, her sweet tight slit resisted taking his massive cock hard and deep. Adding to the sexual bliss, Isabella buried her face between Lizzie's legs and licked his balls and her pussy as he continued to stretch out her pussy.
Then with a smile, Sergei started cycling between them, switching from Lizzie's pussy to Isabella's mouth, then to Lizzie's ass, and then back to her pussy before starting yet over again. He kept the pace nice and rhythmic, bringing them all great pleasure, while both girls urging him to go faster and harder.
"Oh, yes. Oh Isabella!" exclaimed Sergei. "Oh, Lizzie! You girls are so hot! We should have done this years ago in Rome!"
Slowly pulling out of Lizzie's ass again, he pushed back in her demanding pussy again. Taking hold her chest, he manhandled her hanging tits, squeezing and massaging them. And as if he was on fire, he punctuated each hard thrust with a savage grunt. Increasing his speed, his balls feverishly slapped against Lizzie's ass even as Isabella reached out and groped her tongue along Lizzie's pussy.
As he continued to ride Lizzie, Isabella shifted into a modified six-nine position with her twin. Sergei could feel Isabella's tongue running along the underside of his prick. And in keeping with the hot threesome, soon he pulled out of Lizzie's pussy and pushed his prick again into Isabella's mouth once again.
Sergei could tell that Isabella thought it was just incredible to suck her friend's juices off his prick. He reached down and started ramming his fingers in and out of her pussy until they were slick with her own juices yet again Then after another rearrangement, beginning with Lizzie, he then humped them both with long deep strokes, fucking their glove tight bodies with the stamina of a bull servicing his own herd again. Both girls almost screamed out in joy as even more intense orgasms consumed them as he took turns banging his hungry loins into both their beautiful tight bodies. Writhing their buttocks erotically into his crotch, he fucked and again sodomized both the beautiful jailbait girls deeply and forcefully.
"Yeah, girls! That's the way! You like my big dick? Huh? Don't you?" Both girls continued to giggled and moan out as he kept right on fucking them.
Suddenly Isabella's eyes lit up. "Remember that special birthday present you gave me?" When Sergei had worked for Pablo and he'd helped Isabella practice her lines. He liked getting her drunk. While things usually hadn't gone much farther than kissing and a few 'friendly' hand-jobs, he loved the one time they got naked together.
Isabella laughed. "Yea, it was my idea to give you my virginity. But I'm sorry," she rolled her eyes, "I cried when you popped my cherry."
Lizzie stuck out her tongue. "Well, you were only fourteen! But I know that you liked it."
Isabella laughed. "My, my, but Sergei, I think you used to be bigger!" She starting licking all over his prick. But she gave him an angelic smile just before taking his prick into her mouth.
Eventually he couldn't take it anymore of Isabella's milked his big cock for his load of heavy cream. Switching holes, with a mighty thrust Sergei rammed inside of Lizzie's mouth and held it buried to the hilt, pushing deep into her throat. His muscular body tensed, as his testicles felt ready to exploded again. Pulling her against him as hard as he could, his tremendous cock was ready to empty. "Oooh, I'm going to come!"
Getting underneath her friend, Lizzie shuddered when Isabella licked an especially sensitive spot in her vagina several times in a row. "OH! God! I'm cumming too, I'm cumming!" Lizzie yelled. Her throat contracted and her hands squeezed Sergei's cock very hard, the orgasm bubbling inside his balls threatening to erupt.
Every muscle in Sergei's body tensed, and he wanted to cry out again that he was going to come. Just then he felt the first of his sperm racing from his balls into Lizzie's welcoming mouth, she suddenly pulled herself off, just as Isabella pushed her own face down right in front of Sergei's rigid member.
He almost screamed, 'Oh GOD!' as the first thick rope of sperm splattered both Isabella and Lizzie's angelic faces. Aiming his stream of sperm, they splashed across their faces and breasts. Lizzie gamely opened her mouth as the second and third ropes of cum erupted. She caught as much in her mouth as she did on her chin and neck. And he didn't stop shooting until both girl's faces and hair were completely coated with large thick globs of his cum. When the last of his cum dribbled out of his cock and Lizzie cupped her hands under it to try and catch every bit of the precious fluid she had worked so hard to obtain. She swallowed down his cum like a pro as Isabella cleaned off her friend's face and breasts with her tongue. And as their orgy continued, Lizzie climbed into his lap and impaled herself on his hard penis. She rode him hard until he came inside of her.
But with Sergei's second climax, the reality of the room snapped back. And even as the girls continued double-teaming his cock, Sergei sat back and resumed paying attention to what Mr. Douay was saying. Listening intently, he knew a blind man could see that, having just purchased controlling interests in Mr. Douay's studios, the Mikhailovich family was a rising star in the film industry. And as the move mogul continued to speak, Sergei puzzled over the grim faces of the Dutchess' bodyguards. He noted their mannerisms, their body posture, and the fit of their clothes. Considering the wealth and type of business her family was in, he was certain that their security forces carried side arms. But suddenly, recognizing an earring one of her bodyguard's was wearing, he wondered, 'Why would she employed Spetznaz?'
Feeling a sharp pain in his mouth, Sergei realized that he'd been clenching his jaws hard enough to chip a tooth. He moaned blissfully again as he filled both Isabella and Lizzie's mouths with his seed. Shaken by the presence of elite Russian commandos, he excused himself. But before leaving, Sergei warned Isabella and Lizzie to stay away from the indoor pool. He didn't know that Michael had already arranged to give the girls his secret ingredient in their drinks.
Isabella gave him a parting smile. "Give me a call some time."
But grasping his cock through his pants, Lizzie told him, "Give me a call some time." Isabella also gave him a parting smile.
His face a mask, Sergei didn't answer her. As he walked away, he raised his wrist and whispered into his microphone to make sure his staff was alert and sober. 'Damn it Sergei,' he screamed silently at himself, 'no more alcohol!' As he went to collect Michael, Sergei knew he would have to sober up before the meeting with the Dutchess people later tonight.
During the party, Marko Filtvo, the leader of the security unit protecting the Kniyginia (Duchess) Anastasia, observed Sergei intently looking over him and his men. In case the buffoon who owns this whorehouse didn't accept their offer, he wondered if the American posed any threat. Each of his eight-man Oprichniki Spetsialnoe Naznachenie (secret police/special purpose forces) squad was equipped with a silenced 9-mm automatic, grenades, and a knife. Because they were attending a social occasion, they had left the rest of their equipment, including their AK-74 assault rifles, RPG-16 grenade launchers, SA-14 surface to air missiles, and a Browning .50 Cal semi-automatic rifle in the limo. But if there were any problems he hoped to use his knife.
Michael Moore's Estate
Beverly Hills, California
Midnight, May 12, 2000
Like a dozen other Cannes parties occurring that Isabella and Lizzie could have attended, this one had begun with polite introductions, chitchat and enough liquor to float a sailboat on. But by midnight, Michael Moore's private gathering had evolved into something else entirely.
After Sergei disappeared with Michael, Isabella and Lizzie went looking for some fun. Opening the first door she found, Lizzie discovered that some of the guest had commandeered a huge bed, their candlelit naked bodies more entwined with one another than with the silk sheets. Blonde, brunette, thin, curvy, everyone touching, everyone tasting, everyone fucking. Driven by the sexual curiosity, the young trendsetters were enticed by the orgy of nude bodies of the enticingly glamorous and of the movie moguls that covered the bed in voyeuristic exhibitionism.
Joining in, Lizzie and Isabella simultaneously gave Mr. Aubert Douay a blowjob. And the whole room erupted in applause when they finally finished him off. Isabella then happily buried her mouth between the long legs of model-attractive women as Mr. Douay pumped her ass from behind.
Delighted that the girls were twins, a big man, pressed against Lizzie's lithe body, while another man slowly pulled out of his date and began sucking upon her nipples.
She lifted her leg slightly and Arnold Schwarzenegger, former Austrian muscle builder-action star turned Governor to enter her just as a short pudgy actor who'd played his twin in a comedy movie put his long, fat dick against her mouth.
While Arnold hammered into her, Lizzie's hand wandered up between Danny DeVito's legs. "Oh my," she exclaimed, grasped his rigid manhood, "we have to do something about this." After kissing his ball sack, she slowly ran her tongue up his shaft, swirling it around until reaching the top. Then she mouthed his cock and sucked up and down. His penis start to throb and his butt squirmed as his shaft grew dark purple and hard. A shiver racked him as she painted his manhood with her tongue, her hands moved up and down his thighs. She wrapped her lips around his aroused shaft as brutal tremors racked his body as she held him tightly around his butt.
Running his fingers through her fine blonde hair, Danny helped to push her mouth down along his shaft. Going deeper with every stroke, Lizzie made a loud popping sound when she pulled off to take a breath, then she smiled and fell upon him again. She worked her mouth around his cock with gusto and he was receptive to her charms to say the least! To help drive his cock even deeper and faster, he wrapped both of his hands around her head. He could feel her hunger as she sucked his cock as she sucked powerfully, running her mouth up and down with gusto, banging his balls harder and harder. As she went, he ran his fingers through Lizzie's hair and pressed her head down to him deep down into her throat. She could soon feel Mr. DeVito tensing up.
Knowing he would cum soon, Danny told her, "That's my good little girl. Suck Danny's cock!"
No foreplay. No stop signs. No big deal. Fucked simultaneously by first Arnold and Danny, then multiple men and women, Isabella and Lizzie gave themselves fully for the good of their careers.
Michael Moore's Estate
Beverly Hills, California
Midnight, May 12, 2010
'The Russians had certainly made themselves at home,' Sergei thought. It made him nervous to just sit outside of Michael's office. Earlier he'd tried to advise his employer. "The attorneys and I should be in there with you, Michael, you can't trust these people."
But drunk as usual, Michael had just smiled. "Sergei, you can ask her to dance later." When he saw that Sergei didn't find his joke funny, he added. "Don't worry, I just have to sign and everybody gets paid."
Sergei 's back shot straight when his Russian counter part came out in the hallway and walked straight to him. Marko's coat was open, the handgrip of a knife was clear to see. Sergei stood to face him as the Russian spoke ominously. "Your boss is confused."
"What?" Sergei tried to sound firm. But when he looked Marko in the eyes and saw… nothing, real fear gripped him for the first time in years.
"Your boss owes mine a lot of money. If he does the movie his debt will be canceled. Otherwise we will expose his …bad habits. Perhaps…" Marko put his right hand on his knife, "other things might happen."
Nodding his head, Sergei looked down. If word got out of Michael's addictions, he might be ruined. That was worse than threatening him. There would be no more parties. No more being king of the world.
Entering the office, the Duchess met Sergei with an icy stare. Michael was sitting down next to her. Bent forward, he was holding his head in his left hand. His contract laid on the coffee table before him. Sergei was amazed to see that Michael's pants were open. And even as the Dutchess gave Sergei an icy stare, the Duchess fondled Michael's small penis with her fat fingers.
"But I…I need money!" Michael stammered out. His right hand shook as he picked up the stack of papers even as the old Duchess eagerly gave him head.
Taking in his employer's plight, Sergei could only shake his head. It was a mistake to read it in front of them. With people like her son, their word was their only bond. And a contract was only a piece of paper.
With a soothing, motherly voice, the Duchess said to Michael, "I'm just the messenger. The choice is yours. Ivan's making a special trip to America in two weeks, he won't be please if you turn him down." Michael winched when she gave his balls an almost brutal squeeze.
Sergei saw Michael look to him for help, but he had none to give him. "Michael, you've made your bed. I can't help you with this."
Hearing Sergei's answer, Michael's eyes glazed over as his shoulders dropped. He signed his contract. "What the hell. It's only money. I can make more."
Kniyginia Anastasia smiled graciously as she continued stroking Michael's three-incher. "Very good. Ivan will be pleased. Now that's taken care of, we want your help get other stars to work for us." She pointed at Sergei. "The two pretty ones I saw with him earlier to begin with."
Sergei felt his skin grow cold when Michael's only answer was to nod his head. He took another long drink of his screwdriver.
"Now, my fat American put your big mouth of yours to work." Spreading her large, spidery legs wide apart, the Dutchess raised the hem of gown above her waist.
Sergei had to leave the room in disgust when Michael shakily bent forward and put his face between the Duchess' fat wrinkled legs as she wrapped her cracked blood-red-lips around his cockhead.
Michael Moore's Estate
Beverly Hills, California
Midnight, May 13, 1:00 AM
After the meeting, Sergei ran into his bosses' newest plaything. After gunning down another screwdriver, he put his arm around her.
"I saw you with Isabella and Lizzie." Kate Sanders stuck out her tongue at him. "Did they recognize me?"
Sergei thought Lizzie might have, but he didn't want to worry her. "I don't think so. Would you like to go to the pool?"
"Okay, a swim sounds great. But I didn't bring a suit." Despite what she said, Kate's alluring smile denied any hesitation.
"That's okay with me," he said, knowing she needed no encouragement because Michael had earlier given her the new Russian aphrodisiac drug. Going downstairs, Sergei quickly discovered that he definitely enjoyed her recent breasts enhancements. Soon, he passed out in an alcoholic slumber.
Michael Moore's Estate
Beverly Hills, California
Midnight, May 13, 1:05 AM
Upstairs in Michael's master bedroom, Lizzie and Isabella now waited. Her eyes staying locked on the movie script on his desk, Lizzie leaned forward and took a sip of coffee from a fine china cup.
Sitting next to her, Isabella tapped her fingers on the desk. "We were having fun. Where is he?'
"I don't know? Michael said he wanted to talk to us about doing a movie."
"Well, at least he serves good coffee," Isabella grinned, emptying a packet of Russian sweetener into her second cup of coffee. And as she drank her coffee, she felt an immediate, warm sensation flow threw her body. Settling between her legs, it made her very horny and sapped away her will power. "Maybe, we should listen to him."
Lizzie frowned. "Fuck him! We should tell him to go hell!"
Suddenly, finding her friend exceptionally sexy, Isabella had trouble concentrating on her copy of the movie script. Feeling the need to be close to her, she walked over to Lizzie. Barely in control of herself, she tried to avoid looking at Isabella's hot cleavage. She was unable to stop thinking about throwing Lizzie down on the floor and fucking her eyeballs out. But sitting down besides her, Isabella suddenly leaned in and gave Isabella a deep, wet kiss on the mouth. It must have lasted several seconds before she broke it.
"OHHHH MY," Lizzie exclaimed in surprise, putting down her empty coffee cup. Also very turned on, she suddenly forgot everything she'd just said about Michael Moore.
Sitting next to her, Isabella looked into her friend's eyes. "Sorry. I guess I shouldn't have done that. But you look so hot." But happy that her kiss was returned, she placed her right hand on Lizzie's thigh. Stroking her leg, Isabella wondered how far she could push this just as a silly smirk formed on Lizzie's face.
"Isabella, what gotten into you today?"
"I don't know."
"You fucked the shit out of the Sergei." Lizzie said brazenly. She suddenly moved a hand higher and began fondling Isabella's wet panties. At first Lizzie thought she saw Isabella mouth the word 'No', until she shuddered.
"Hummm, That feels so good!" Isabella groaned.
"Just watching you two got me so horny." Lizzie smiled shamelessly. "I just had to join in. It was incredible."
"I know. But even though it felt like I climaxed a hundred times, I'm still horny. Can you believe it?" Isabella said, as Lizzie wantonly spread her legs apart for her.
"I know how you feel. Why don't we rip off each other's clothes off and have a little fun?" As Isabella spoke, she pushed Lizzie's panties aside and slid a finger into her sopping pussy.
Between moans, Lizzie said. "You mean, you and me?" Lizzie knew she wanted too, but she had never done anything like that. "I don't know?"
"Please I'm so hot," she practically begged, "…and Lizzie, my dear, it is you're fault. I mean you're so sexy. And the way you begged Sergei to fuck you, God it was great!" She slid a second finger into Lizzie's pussy. And as Isabella furiously masturbated Lizzie, she opened up her own blouse to reveal a set of firm, unblemished tits.
Unable to resist any longer, Lizzie leaded over and started kissing her friend's nipples. Isabella moaned in pleasure as Isabella began to suckle upon her breasts, until she suddenly laughed. "Maybe we should make a Lesbo flick?"
Pulling off her clothes, Isabella started kissing all over Lizzie's body. Fondling, licking, and sucking, she didn't pause until she reaching Lizzie's hot cunt. Sticking her tongue inside, she was pleasantly surprised again at Lizzie's sweet taste. And Isabella dug in deeper, quickly bringing Lizzie to orgasm after orgasm.
Lizzie giggled. "Well, seeing how it was my fault..." After ripping off Isabella's clothes, she forcefully maneuvered into a 69 position over her friend. Then shoving her pussy into Isabella's giggling mouth, she started munching on her juicy carpet. But just as Lizzie's own orgasm ripped through her body, Michael Moore quietly entered the room.
While he'd had been having a great time partying it up all day, Michael had spent the last hour being 'literally' strewed over by the mother of his new Russian boss. But upon entering his bedroom, despite drugging their coffee with an aphrodisiac, he almost couldn't believe the hot lesbian action going on.
Lizzie and Isabella were both naked on his bed, their tongues in each other's glistening wet slits. Instantly, his cock instantly shot hard at the prospect of a three-way with the girls. Pulling out a bottle of pills from his pocket, Michael chuckled to himself as he looked at the label.
'Oh yes, I'm primed and ready, my dick fortified with these little beauties.' The pills were the latest designer variation on the drug Viagra. They would give him a hard-on that would swell beyond his maximum size and be maintained for hours as the fucked Isabella and Lizzie's sexy sixteen-year-old brains out.
Yet, hesitated at the door, he was surprised that, for once he actually wondered if he should leave the girls alone. But knowing the consequences if he didn't do what he was told, he shrugged his shoulders. 'It's a though job, but somebody got to do…them!' Then he chuckled, remembering how he had arranged this hot little scene. And with the help of the new Russian sex drug, Lizzie and Isabella were so in to each other they didn't even notice him come in. "Hi girls, what are you doing?"
"OH MY!" Lizzie exclaimed, her face turning a dozen shades of red as she reached for her clothes.
But having taken more of the drug then her friend, Isabella's response was more sexy and wanton. "Hi, Michael. We were just having a bit of fun." She stood up and, completely naked, walked over to him. "We were hoping a big strong man like you would join us."
Looking cross, Michael sarcastically said. "I should spank you having such naughty thoughts, young lady."
Despite his shrunken testacies and the diminutive up thrust of his penis, Isabella gazed at his crotch and smirked. And instead of laughing, she acted as if he was the best hug man around. "That's a wonderful idea, I think you should spank both of us. What do you say Lizzie?" She asked, presenting her ass to Michael. "How about we lean on your desk and you give us a good spanking?"
Isabella swayed her hips sensuously as she bent down across his desk, exposing her naked ass to Lizzie and Michael. Then she giggled. "Come on, Lizzie." And, because she'd been also drugged, any objections she had harbored previously about fucking him fell to the wayside. Joining her friend, Lizzie smiled at him.
Michael grinned from ear to ear as grazed at the two naked teens laying face down on his desk, their butts jutting up at him. He walked up behind them and then started to fondle their sexy behinds with his hands, even as he brought his right hand down forcefully and repeatedly. Then forcing first one fat finger, and then a second, he discovered that Lizzie was much tighter than Isabella.
Continuing to 'punish' them, Michael tried to sound angry. "You hot little sluts like that, don't you?" And he laughed when they giggled back.
She showed a slight' almost girlish' red blushed as he began to fondle her high, round ass, kneading and squeezing her firm appetizing backside. Slipped a finger into hot luscious vertical smile, he bumped up his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. "Isabella, the men of Italian don't know what they're missing out on."
Wantonly wrapping her legs around his head, she giggled as he began brushing his tongue up and down, munching upon the auburn tinted locks covering her juicy vagina.
"O, Michael!" she breathless shouted, "Lizzie, will love you eat her pussy like that!" But even as she squirmed and ground against his face, as she had climatic drug induced rapture.
Shoving her head between his thighs, Isabella nuzzled her noise up against his balls, while she began stroking up and down his erection. Snaking her tongue out, she lapped happily, almost delicately at his hairy balls, acting as if she enjoyed the way it. All the time she kept up a smooth, slow pumping on his little shaft.
Lowering her own tugging and twisting hands to his diminutive balls, Lizzie gulped his manhood into her mouth, "Mmmm!" she mewled. Continuing to act as if he was hung like a horse, she began raucously slurping up and down his shaft. Scraping her tongue as she went, Lizzie devoured his cock like a starved woman, which she actually was, just not the way Michael wished. Then backing up, she held his cockhead tightly with her lips, licking at his dripping piss hole before driving down once more. Twisting and writhing her lips, the way she knew gave him the most pleasure. She bobbed her head swiftly, then slowly, only to race her lips up and down yet again, just as she'd been trained to do many years ago.
Acting as if as she was anxious to have his cum spurting over her tongue, Lizzie sucked furiously. Michael rocked his hips and grunted. And in less than thirty seconds his sour juice slowly dribbled from his piss hole. But acting as if he filled her mouth with gallons of thick milky sweetness, she shuddered and wiggled her ass in orgasmic beguile. Sipping at his leavings, Lizzie's throat appeared to be gulping and swallowing as her eyes rolled around as if in ecstasy.
Even after finishing her 'little snack', Lizzie still clinging to his deflated flesh, her tongue lapping gently, but lustfully about his cock head as she dug her fingers into his buttocks. Panting harshly, her mouth turned about his penis like a slow corkscrew.
Michael sobbed with delight. His body now still and relaxed, until, in a reluctantly motion, she released his cock. And yet again ran her wicked tongue about his little balls for a moment or so longer before pulling her face from his crotch.
Quickly shifting gears, he started to massage both their pussies. Sticking his fingers into one then the other. Soon, his hands were soaking. And to increase her punishment, he spread Isabella's supple thighs apart. As he started licking at her clit, she cried out. "God, I want it. Michael, eat me!" Isabella thrashed in ecstasy as he fucked her pussy with his big tongue, making her scream and scream in drug induced ecstasy.
Isabella turned on him eagerly and felt his hardness. Showing a devilish grin on her usually angelic face, she reached inside, and started stroking his piece of meat. She slid her hands across his body. Dropping to her knees before him, his cock sprang out, hitting her in the face. Suddenly, she was staring at his prick as he rubbed it all over her face. He smiled.
Equally excited, Lizzie helped to ram his cock into her Isabella's mouth. But, with his excitement getting to him, Michael pulled out. Maneuvering behind the other girl, and shoved his cock into Lizzie's dripping cunt.
"God yes, fuck me…big Mike, fuck me!" Lizzie cried out as she felt his small penis enter her. At the same time, Michael used his hands to maul her breasts. And wrapping her legs tightly around Michael's waist, she giggled as he began to fuck her with reckless abandon. And, because she'd been drugged, any objections she had harbored previously about fucking him had long ago fell to the wayside. She fucked back as hard as Michael fucked her. In and out, he sawed his prick into her cunt, already sopping from her Isabella previous tongue fucking. "God you're so tight!"
Immediately, Lizzie groaned deliriously. "OOOH! AHHH...OH...FUCK ME!" While he could make out what she said, her voice was muffled by Isabella's tongue in her mouth.
Lizzie grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself close, kissing him as her hands reached down to rub her clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh…." She moaned softly into his ear, her convulsing body milking his cock.
Michael kept right on thrusting into her for a few more seconds as she climaxed, her juices making it slippery travel for his pistoning flesh. Then right at the peak of her orgasm, he could no longer contain himself.
Pummeling his dick into Lizzie's cunt faster than he had previously thought possible, she couldn't even get a scream in with every thrust. Instead, she was just moaning and shrieking in random intervals as he hammered his little prick into her, squeezing her tits as hard as he could. After a few more seconds, her screams reached their peak. "OH GOD! FUCK ME! AH, FUCK ME, I'M CUMMING!" Constricting even tighter, Lizzie's pussy spasmed around his cock. "Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned again and again. "Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her moaning was such a turn on that Michael found myself yelling with her. "UH, AH YEAH, AH YEAH! ...ARGHHH, LIZZIE! Who's your daddy? Who's my little girl now?" He winced and moaned out. After a few more thrusts, his load shot into her tight pussy. She moaned even louder, her orgasm prolonged by the feel of his diminutive squirts of sticky fluid coursing into her love tunnel. After they had both finished cumming, Lizzie rolled off of Michael and laid there on the bed, sweat covering her body, his cum slowly trickling out of her pussy. With a broad grin, he asked. "How was that my little slut?"
"Fantastic," Lizzie answered quickly, showing her most innocent drugged up smile. "So Michael, what about the new movie?"
"Lizzie we have time for business later," Isabella remarked. Joining in, she stared eagerly at Michael's waist. "But, daddy, I hope you're not done already." And noticing how Michael's dick was now soft and sorry looking, she knelt down and took him into her mouth.
Michael showed a wolfish grim from ear to ear. "Well aren't you going to help your friend?"
Lizzie quickly kneeled down and took his balls into her mouth. And with both girls worked together, Michael's cock quickly became a hard three-inches again. He showed another broad wickedly happy smile. "I think you two are prefect for the movie."
"You ready to fuck both of us up the ass?" Lizzie asked. "Please do my ass first?" She climbed back up on the desk as Isabella slid in beside her. Literally jumping up at the chance, Michael first jammed his cock into Isabella's pussy, getting it nice and slippery and causing her to moan out again and again.
Isabella then asked, "You ready for it Lizzie?" When Lizzie only nodded, she added. "Come on Lizzie, you have to tell him what you want."
"You got it dude," Lizzie shrieked. "Please Daddy, fuck your little girl up the ass!" She smiled as he pulled out of her pussy and in one swift stroke, buried his cock in her Hershey highway. She would have yelled out in pain if he'd been bigger, but that wasn't the case. And even as he started to piston into her ass, Isabella licked Lizzie's pussy, leaving her completely lost in drugged up orgasmic delight.
Michael closed his eyes. Lizzie moaned as she writhing her buttocks erotically against his crotch. She moaned again, rocking to and fro in front of him like a bitch in heat as she whimpered loud obscenities that only seemed to inflame the old goat's passion. Her body rocking and jerking under his thrusts, her heavy breasts jogging and bouncing as her horny friend kept his hands on her flaring hips, pulling her glove tight anus up and down the length of his quarter-foot cock.
Resigned to her blissfully fate, Lizzie put her head and shoulders down and let him use her to satisfy his lust. After several minutes she managed to fall over on her side and his cock slipped out. Michael took up a new position by her side. He raised her leg close to him, stuck his cock into her from the side and resumed pumping while he fondled and suckled her full thrusting tits.
A few minutes later, Michael was still enjoying Lizzie's body but with Isabella right there, he pulled out and rammed his cock into her mouth. After fucking Isabella's face for a few strokes Michael switched to Lizzie's pussy, then back to her tight ass. Fucking each of these three holes felt just incredible.
"God, you're so tight Lizzie. But…" Michael wanted to keep fucking her, but he desired to try Isabella too. "…it's time for your twin." He pulled out of Lizzie and rammed his cock into Isabella's pussy.
He continued to be aroused by this erotic delight. Here he was fucking these jailbait girls. Sweat poured off him. And they pounded and bucked back at his cock with increasing enthusiasm. It was a highly erotic sight to behold. Soon his body tensed and he slowed down the pace. "Oh Babies I'm cumming, I'm cumming for you Isabella, oh yeah!"
Isabella smiled a drugged up half smile half smirk as Michael left a little of his seed in her love canal. The pumping slowed way down and eventually stopped. His cock slipped out as he rolled over on his back still breathing heavily as they all laid there for a moment of silence.
Then to Lizzie's great surprise, Michael rolled up on top of her, lifted and spread her long sexy legs wide apart. In a flash he had her legs up over his shoulders and buried his still rock hard cock to the hilt in her already cum filled cunt. He began to pound her wide-open pussy with long deep strokes that had her begging him for more. And on and on, for close to an hour, he rode both girls through a long string of super intense orgasms.
"Oh girls, your tight little pussy feels so good milking my big dick. Face it, deep down you're still cock hungry whores. It just took a man's dick to start you up."
With the bedsprings squealing as the headboard slammed against the wall, Lizzie knew he was right, but only because she'd been drugged. She screamed as she felt his cock exploded and pump her full of his sperm, again.
"OHHHH YES!" Lizzie cried as he filled her. When he finally finished, he sat down heavily, nearly exhausted. But with both girls still hot and eager, Lizzie grabbed Michael's love tool. "Come on daddy, your little hoes want more!"
Isabella and Lizzie then pulled him into the shower as a 'cleaner' version of their steamy three-way continued. A little later, gripped by a satisfied sleeping grin, Lizzie, Isabella and Michael all passed out in a heavy drug induced sleep, their nude damp bodies plied together on his bed.
"I think they're finished." Marko told the Dutchess as he fondled Isabella and Lizzie's big firm breasts. Next to him, the older women smiled hungry above the girls.
Marko moved quickly and set up a video camera as the older women sat down besides Lizzie's young nude body. Well groomed, with only a thin strip of blonde hair above it, Lizzie's pussy was dripping from the attention that Michael and Isabella had paid it. Reaching down, the Dutchess roughly grabbed up one of Lizzie's breasts and squeezed it. Satisfied that the younger girl was out cold, the Dutchess spread Lizzie's legs and pressed her tongue into the teenager's slit.
After tongue fucking both girls, the Dutchess strapped on a huge black colored dildo and started ramming it, first into Lizzie's small and already over worked pussy, then her ass, and finally her mouth. Then the Dutchess did the same to Isabella and even Michael.
When his employer was done having her way with the three young Americans, pulling his pants down, Marko had his own fun with both Isabella and Lizzie. After he was through, the rest of the Dutchess bodyguards had a go with the three doped up Americans.
In the morning the Lizzie and Isabella both awoke naked and alone in Michael Moore's bedroom. They were surprised to discover that dried cum hung in knots and tangles from their hair. Like wise, their sore bodies were completely covered with the sticky white stuff. And hardly able to walk as sticking cum squished from her pussy Isabella said, "Man we must have had a good time last night."
Neither Isabella nor Lizzie could remember much of what had happened. With a splitting headache, her clearest memories were of their three-war with Sergei, followed by an orgy, and then having sex with Michael Moore. As she whipped off dried sperm from her lips, Lizzie couldn't understand why the hell she'd fuck an ugly, fat bastard like Michael Moore?
Just then Isabella gasped out exactly what Lizzie was thinking, "Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew! That was nasty like…BULLET THROUGH THE HEAD! Maybe we should find another hobby like knitting too!"
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