Making Paris Hilton My Bitch

Jason smiled from behind the bar as he watch Paris Hilton enter the night club followed by her body guard. Everything was going to plan for his night of punishment. The rich heiress followed in the path made by her bulky muscle bond protector to the bar, swaying her hips trying to catch the eyes of several younger men watching her every move. She wore a simple Playboy shirt and jeans, the top of her breasts looking extremely inviting. Once she reached the bar she ordered a screaming orgasm, how ironic thought Jason. “A complementary drink for your friend Miss Hilton” asked Jason handing the drinks out. She peered at Jason obviously finding him unattractive with his fake beard and dyed black hair, “every drink should be complementary for me, this club should be paying to get me in here”. “I’ll look into it for you miss Hilton” replied Jason savouring the torment this bitch would experience before the night…

Posted On

Comic-Con Fun with Chloe Bennet

I stood watching as Comic-Con went on. There were numerous booths and displays of all sorts, but I had only had eyes for the Marvel booth, specifically Chloe Bennet. She wore a button down pink shirt, with a matching tight pink skirt and tan heels. Her long tan legs looked fantastic, and the skirt accentuated her ass. As she finished doing her panel, I called her phone. “Hey, Chloe.” “What’s up? You need something?” she replied. “Yeah. Look to your left. See me under the sign?” I waited until she had found me. “Come meet me in the closet at the back of this hallway.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” She hissed. “It’s the middle of Comic-Con.” “Well, I might just tell the writers to kill off Daisy in this next season.” I threatened. “Fuck you. Fine, I’ll be there in a minute.” I watched as she made her excuses to leave, and when she began walking toward me, I…

Posted On