Hours drifted by. Conversations blurred into laughter and smoke. The night deepened. By midnight, David had lost count of drinks. The noise was deafening, the lights dizzying.
He wandered outside to catch some air. The city stretched below — endless and alive. He loosened his shirt collar, exhaled, and walked by the pool trying to shake off the buzz .
Then came a startled gasp.
He turned sharply, a woman had stumbled into him, almost tripping over her heels.
Instinctively, he caught her before she fell, one arm around her waist, the other unfortunately landing where it shouldn't. His fingers sank firmly into the softness. 'Damn! That's one fine piece of Ass.'
She yelped softly. He froze. His hand was firmly cupping her ass. He instinctively squeezed as if it was natural.
For a moment, the world went quiet.
Then she laughed — a deep, sultry, almost musical laugh. "Your hands are not where it should be young man."
David quickly released her, stepping back. "Oh, God, I'm sorry! I swear that wasn't— I mean— you just..."
"Fell into you? And Grabbed my ass?" she finished, her accent lilting and unmistakably Italian. "Yes. I noticed. Not that I blame you. I can smell the alcohol even from here."
David blinked. And then his jaw almost dropped.
It was her. The Monica Bellucci, the woman every 90s boy secretly adored.
In person, she was even more gorgeous. Her black dress clung to her curves . Her dark hair framed a face that seemed too perfectly sculpted for the real world. Her eyes, soft and intelligent, held that familiar mix of elegance and danger.
David was suddenly sober.
"I, wow. Okay, I wasn't expecting to meet… you. You are more beautiful in person, Ms. Belucci."
She smiled faintly. "That's a strange greeting."
He scratched the back of his neck, still flustered. "Right. Sorry. I'm just— you were like, uh… my teenage crush."
Her brows lifted with amusement. "Crush? I'm flattered. Tell me more."
"You existed, and I was just a young kid watching from far apart. Pretty devastating." He shrugged.
Monica laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You are rather charming, Mr.…?"
"David. David Harper."
Her eyes glimmered with recognition. "Ah, yes. The singer. You were at Coachella. My friend told me about you."
He smiled. "Good things, I hope."
"Depends on who you ask." She tilted her head, teasing. "She said you sing like a man who's going to be the next rockstar."
David exhaled, half-laughing. "Maybe. I just try my best and things usually work out. Like how I'm standing here with you."
Monica's lips curved slightly. "Hmm. That's a dangerous kind of confidence."
He grinned. "It's only dangerous if it works."
She chuckled again — a sound low and melodic. For a few seconds, they just looked at each other.
David gestured toward the pool. "Want to sit and talk? Promise I won't fall on you this time."
She hesitated — then, with a small smile, nodded.
They walked to the poolside, where the soft blue light shimmered over the water. The party noise faded behind them.
Monica slipped off her heels, sighing. "My feet are killing me."
"Perks of beauty," David said, sitting beside her.
She shot him a look. "Flattery won't get you anywhere. I have heard those words more times than I can count."
He smirked. "No. But it definitely makes tripping into strangers more dramatic."
She laughed again. "You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Occupational hazard."
They sat there in comfortable silence for a while.
Finally, Monica spoke quietly. "You're young. Famous. Handsome. Why aren't you inside with those girls who keep staring at you?"
David shrugged, gazing at the city lights. "Maybe I've had enough for tonight. Maybe I'd rather talk to someone interesting, someone who offers a pleasant conversation and even better company.."
Her expression softened. "You're dangerous, David. Are you trying to flirt with me?"
"What if I was? Is it working?"
Their eyes met again, and something in the air shifted — a mutual curiosity, the spark of two souls who didn't belong to the same world but recognized each other anyway.
Monica looked away first, smiling faintly. "You remind me of someone I used to know. Reckless. Romantic. Always chasing something bigger than himself."
"And how did that end?" he asked gently.
She sipped from the glass she'd been holding. "He grew up. And forgot how to dream."
David looked at her for a long moment, then said quietly, "Then maybe he just needed a better reason to start again."
Monica turned toward him, and for the first time, her composure faltered. There was warmth in her eyes now.
They drifted into the conversation, talking about small stuff, then towards something more personal. Monica told him how she was just going trough a rough patch after her divorce a couple years back. Her first husband, who wanted to use her beauty for his gain. And the second one, who was just jealous at the attention she gathered without trying.
She had tried to date after that, but most men were just lusting after her, she never felt any real connection.
David also shared about himeself, how he formed a band and performed, and how that changed everything. He didn't go into the other things. She listened with interest, and laughed at his jokes. Their previous awkwardness fading away.
He sensed a rare vulnerability from her, something that was hidden behind the mask of success. Maybe it was the alcohol, but David felt this was th real version of her. So he tried to offer genuine advice on how she should live for herself, and choose what she truly wants from life.
She leaned back, exhaling. "You talk like an old man."
He chuckled. "Maybe I've lived a few extra lives."
She smiled at that, shaking her head. "Well, David, it was… unexpectedly pleasant meeting you. Although it might be the alcohol talking, but I enjoyed your company. Maybe a bit too much."
David hesitated, then remembered Scarlett didn't mind about him hooking up. And he wanted to shoot his shot at his secret crush.
" I enjoyed your company too. And even without the alcohol, I find you very attractive. Thankfully I can behave , for now"
She looked at him, the musician with a dazzling grin and sincerity in his eyes. 'Maybe I can let loose a bit. I am single now. And he's rather...charming.' She took a deep breath and gave him a coy look.
"What if you were not behaving? What would you have done?" She leaned in closer. Her perfume hitting his nose. David gave a silent dance of victory in his head.
David threw away his nervouseness and looked into her eyes. " I would do things that would make you remember this night fondly for the rest of your life. " He held her hand firmly as he spoke confidently.
Monica gasped, biting her lip and looked away. Her cheeks flushed. " You are rather ..forward, David. And you are quite handsome. Are you sure you don't want to try your luck with someone around your age?"
David leaned forward , and held her chin to look at him. " Nobody at this party can't compare to you, Monica. So I don't need to try my luck, I have lucked out already by being next to you." He smirked. "Unless you find me not to your preference."
She hesitated for a moment, but then she noticed the look in his eyes. It was as if he only had eyes for her. She had seen many men lust after her, but none being so open and sincere about it.
'Ah, what the hell. Let's just enjoy tonight and think about it later.' She made her decision.
Before David could react, She pulled him in for a passionate kiss. His eyes widened, then he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She closed her eyes as their tongues fought for dominance.
Feeling bold, he grabbed her hips and brought her to his lap, making her yelp in surprise. She sighed as ther lips parted, her eyes hazy. "You are a bad boy, David." Her finger traced his jaw. "But I like it."
David grinned. "And I'm just getting started."
Monica hesitated, then stood up, pulling him by the hand. She dragged him towards the secluded cabin a little further. She looked back and spoke to him . "Then show me what you were talking about. Even if it's for tonight, make me forget everything."
David whispered heatedly. "You sure? I might make you unable to walk tomorrow."
She gigled softly. "Big words. Show me what you got. I can take it."
David smiled hearing her word, then picked her up immediately and walked towards the outhouse. Monica smiled as she allowed him to carry her there. Despite knowing him for less than an hour, she didn't mind what was going to happen next.
(Yeah, It's wanking time again xD. )
*****
They through a maze of hallways into a dark, secluded room. David checked around beffore going in.
Without a word, she faced him, reached behind her back, and unzipped her dress. It slithered down her body to pool on the floor.
Fuck. He muttered in his head.
She was flawless. Her body was a like a dream, soft curves and flawless skin. Her tits were full and heavy, topped with dark, hard nipples that begged for his mouth.
He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulled her onto his lap as he fell into a large leather chair.
She straddled him, her dripping pussy grinding down on the hard bulge in his jeans. They kissed sloppily, all teeth and tongue, their breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Get this fucking cock out," she demanded, her voice husky, tearing at his belt.
He fumbled with his jeans, freeing his cock. It stood thick and eager. Her eyes widened, a hungry look taking over her face. "Such a beautiful cock," she whispered, before sliding off his lap and onto her knees.
She took him into her mouth in one smooth, wet motion.
Holy shit. He gasped.
Her mouth was hot and tight and perfect. She looked up at him, those famous eyes watering slightly as she deep-throated him, her lips stretched wide around his girth.
He couldn't hold back. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers entwined in her dark hair. "You're a natural, Monica."
She moaned around his shaft, the vibration driving him wild. He thrust deeper, harder, losing control. "I'm Gonna come down your pretty throat."
With a guttural groan, he erupted, pumping his hot spend deep into her. She swallowed convulsively, coughing once, a line of spit and cum tracing her chin. She looked utterly debauched and she loved it.
"My turn to return the favor." He spoke huskily as he went down on her.
Monica gasped, as his tonge drove inside her, licking and sucking, while his hands teased her clit. "Yes! Right there!' She gripped his head and pushed him closer, enjoying the jolts of pleasure going through her.
Soon, she moaned deeply as she came hard, her love juices flowing freely. David looked up and was mesmerized by the sight. The woman he had a crush on almost forever was lying there beneath him naked, her pussy open and inviting as she breathed heavily.
Their eyes met and she smiled. "That was wonderful. But I believe it's time for the main course."
He got rock hard.
He hauled her up, laid her back on the bed, and drove his cock into her wet pussy in one swift thrust.
She screamed, her back arching off the floor. "Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!"
He pounded into her in missionary style, but far from gentle.
He pinched and pulled at her nipples, making her cry out. Her tangein wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper. He watched her boobs bounce with every thrust, a perfect, jiggling rhythm.
She came over and over, her pussy clenching around him like a grip, her moans a continuous stream of pleasure. He didn't ask, didn't warn her. He just buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside, filling her with a hot load of spunk.
Monica moaned as she pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. "You didn't lie. I'm definitely not forgetting this."
David smirked as he looked into her eyes. "Who said it was over? I'm gonna show you heaven my dear." Monica bit her lip in anticipation. "Then show me. Give it to me hard."
That's all he needed to hear.
He flipped her onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. The sight was unbelievable—her perfect ass in the air, his cum leaking out around his cock. He reached around, pulling hard on her nipples. "You'd look so fucking sexy covered in my cum, Monica. I'm gonna make sure you keep coming back for more."
She shuddered, pushing her ass back against him. "Yes! Use me! Fuck me me like you own me!"
He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her. He saw her moaning, her cries getting louder, and he grabbed her panties from the floor and stuffed them into her mouth. " We can't have anybody listening to this. I won't stop until I've throughly showed you pleasure."
She moaned around the silk, the sensation of being used like this, treated like a filthy whore, sending her over another edge. She came hard, her body shaking. He followed right after, groaning as he emptied another burst of cum inside her dripping pussy.
She groaned as the soaked panties fell from her mouth. "Ahnngh~So good."
He didn't give her a second. He picked her up, her arms weakly wrapping around his neck, and in one movement, he was inside her again, standing, her weight supported by his arms under her thighs. She kissed him frantically, her tongue exploring his mouth as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy that molded to his shape.
She lost her fucking mind. "Please! Harder! David, fuck me harder! Break me!" she begged, and he obliged, slamming her against a bookshelf, making the volumes shudder. Her submissive side showed in full display as she let her do whatever he wanted.
And David lost control seeing the gorgeous woman allowing him to fuck her as he pleased.
He spanked her ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room. "You're my fucking slut now, aren't you? My beautiful slut."
"Yes! Yours!" she screamed, her head thrown back. "I've never been fucked like this. Never! Don't stop!"
When he came for what felt like the third time, pumping yet another load into her overflowing cunt, she slid down his body.
She dropped to her knees and licked his softening cock clean, tasting their mixed juices on her tongue. Then, feeling a wild, untamable hunger, she turned around. She hesitated for a second, before her lust took over her brain.
She bent over, presenting herself to him completely. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, offering up her tight, virgin ass. "Please," she breathed, looking back at him, her eyes black with need. "I want it. I want all of you. I want you to fuck my ass. You're the first who gets to use my ass."
David chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Then lube it up for me, my sexy slut. Get it nice and wet for my cock."
Without hesitation, Monica reached between her pussy, gathering the copious amount of juices and the cum that was still dripping out of her. She smeared it over her tight asshole, circling the nerve-packed rim. She pushed a finger inside, gasping at the unfamiliar stretch, working herself open for him, wanting to be ready for everything he had to give.
David was in dreamland. 'Damn! I get to take her anal virginity. That's an achievement I never thought I'd have. This like a wild dream coming true.'
She hastened her speed, using another finger to stretch her hole. She shivered in excitement, and a little fear, thinking how that big cock is about to wreck her virgin ass. David sensed it and got closer, kissing her deeply as his hand made it's way downward. "Let me help." He whispered in her ear. He put two fingers inside, spreading the tight space. Monica moaned against his ear, her voice trembling.
David's hands clamped down on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He positioned the blunt, slick head of his cock at the clenched, desperate asshole. "Let's show you new way of pleasure, dear." He slowly pushed in. It was tight beyond imagination.
A sharp, tearing cry ripped from Monica's throat as he breached her, filling her impossibly tight, virgin channel in one swift, claiming thrust.
Fuck! The pain was a white-hot brand, but it was followed immediately by a shocking, pervasive heat that seemed to melt her from the inside out.
"There you go," David grunted, his voice strained as he held himself deep, letting her body convulse around him. "Take every fucking inch. Your tight little ass was made for my cock. Only I get to fuck this ass, nobody else!"
His words were a litany of filth that sent shivers of pure ecstasy down her spine. "Yes! Only..ah.. you!"
The degradation was awakening something within her , burning away the last of her inhibitions. She pushed back against him, a wordless plea for more. 'Everyone I've been with always treated me like a dog in heat, barely lasting minutes. But him, he keeps going! I don't want this to be a one time thing.' She thought barely as David kept thrusting, making her unable to think.
Then his hands came up, roughly palming the heavy, swaying tits of her . He squeezed them hard, his fingers and thumbs finding her nipples and pinching them viciously. The sharp mix of pleasure and pain made her scream again, her body clenching around his invading cock in a way that made him groan.
"Fuck, look at these boobs," he growled, fucking into her with shallow, punishing thrusts. "They're fucking perfect. Bouncing just for me while I ruin your ass."
Monica could only whimper, her face pressed against the pillow. She was lost in a cyclone of sensation. The deep, stretching fullness in her ass. The sharp, delicious pain in her nipples. The overwhelming knowledge that a boy ten years her junior was using her body with such possessive authority.
She came instantly, her orgasm a silent, shuddering quake that squeezed his cock like a vice grip.
"Yeah, that's it," he praised, his tone switching from cruel to awe-struck in a heartbeat. "You were born to take my cock like this, you beautiful slut. Nobody fucks you like I do, do they?"
She shook her head wildly, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty skin. "No! No, only you, David! Only you! Keep fucking me like that! Ruin me for any other men." she cried out, the words feeling both filthy and utterly right.
He picked up his pace, his hips pistoning against her ass, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the small room. He kept one hand groping her breast, the other snaking around her hip to find her slick pussy. He rubbed tight circles on her clit as he plowed into her from behind. His fingers inside her pussy.
Monica squirmed in pleasure. Both her holes were penetrated at the same time, something she never experienced before. Her body edged closer to another orgasm.
"You're gonna come again," he commanded, his breath hot on her neck. "Come all over my hand while I fill your ass with my cock."
It wasn't a request. It was an order.
Her body obeyed him instantly, shattering into another violent, screaming orgasm that left her legs trembling. He followed right after, slamming into her to the hilt with a guttural roar. She felt the hot, thick pulse of his cum flooding her deepest part, marking her, claiming her.
He collapsed against her back for a moment, both of them breathing in ragged, broken gasps. He was still inside her, his softening cock nestled in the warm, wet heat he had created. He didn't pull out. He just held her there, his hands roaming over her sweaty skin, his lips on her shoulder.
"You feel that?" he murmured, his voice rough. "That's me, deep inside you. My cum in your pretty ass."
She just hummed softly, her body humming with a satisfaction so profound it felt like a new form of consciousness.
Finally, he slipped out of her, and she groaned at the sudden, empty feeling. She turned to face him, her body glistening with sweat, her tits heaving with each breath. David's eyes darkened with a new, raw hunger as he looked her over. His peak human stamina made his erect again. He never got to use his full stamina with Scarlett. But tonight, he was gonna use the pent up desire on Monica.
Monica mewled as she saw him getting hard again.
"On the bed. On your back," he ordered, his voice low.
She obeyed, lying back against the rumpled sheets. She watched, her heart hammering, as he stood over her, his cock already hardening again as he looked down at her spent, well-used body. He entered her ass again, this time much easily. She grasped the bedsheet as another wave of pleasure took over her.
"I want to see my cum on you," he said, his voice thick with desire. "All over you. I want to paint those perfect boobs and that sexy tum."
A giggle of pure, unadulterated happiness bubbled out of her. The idea was depraved, wild. And she wanted it. She wanted his mark on her.
He fisted his cock, stroking himself hard and fast as he looked down at her. "You look so fucking gorgeous like this. Nobody would ever believe the great Monica Bellucci is just a submissive slut for my cock. I wish I could frame how you look right now. "
His crude words made her clench with fresh need.
She bit her lip, a daring, sultry smile playing on her face. "Then you can take a picture," she breathed, her voice husky. "A souvenir. Just for you. Promise you won't… you won't spread it." Her eyes showed nervousness, yet the desire to fulfill his wish.
David's eyes flashed with with desire. He grabbed his phone from the floor where his pants were discarded. He activated the camera, the screen glowing in the dim light.
Monica arched her back, pushing her cum-smeared tits toward the lens. She struck a pose, a vision of debauched beauty, a seductive smile on her lips.
The camera shutter clicked. And clicked again.
He looked from the phone screen back to her, his expression shifting. The lust was back, fiercer than ever. He was rock hard again. He tossed the phone aside and moved over her, his weight sinking the mattress.
"Fuck, that got me going again," he muttered, his voice a low growl that made her shudder.
He didn't even guide himself, Monica took his cock and positioned it above her pussy. "My ass is sore, so use my pussy."
He slammed back into her in one smooth, powerful motion. She cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as he began to fuck her with a relentless, driving rhythm. He wispered against her ear, "Since I already got a souvenir, how about another?" She just nodded as her mind was blank with pleasure.
He reached for the phone again, fumbling with it before holding it up, the red recording light now on. He was filming them. 'Only this sextape would never make it to the internet' He chuckled.
A spike of nervousness shot through her. He's recording this. Her pussy clenched in nervous excitement. She had posed naked before, it wasn't a taboo for her. But this, being filmed in her most intimate moment, it made her both scared and excited.
But then he angled the camera down, capturing the place where their bodies joined, showing his cock pistoning in and out of her slick, stretched pussy. The visual was so obscene, so incredibly hot, that her nervousness evaporated, replaced by a shocking wave of arousal.
"That's it, look at that," he grunted, fucking her hard, the phone steady in his hand. "Look at you take it. You love this, don't you? You love being my little fucktoy on camera."
"Yes! Yes, David! I love it! Oh GOd! What are doing to me!" she moaned, her mouth crashing against his. Their tongues battling for supremacy. She felt as if she was just teenager, having sex for the first time.
She was unraveling completely, any pretense of control gone. She was his to use, his to record, his to fuck. The thought sent her over the edge, another wave of orgasm tearing through her with blinding intensity.
He kept filming, kept fucking her through her climax, his thrusts becoming ragged and uneven. "I'm gonna fill you up again," he groaned, his eyes locked on the screen. "Gonna pump this pretty pussy full of my cum one more time. You want it?"
"Yes! Give it to me! I want it all!" she begged, her voice breaking.
With a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering above her, his release hot and endless inside her. He held the phone until the last tremor passed, then he spoke again. "Clean it up."
She did without a word. Her mouth eagerly wrapping against his cock as she sucked it clean. David carressed her head as he could feel one final blast incoming. Soon, he flooded her mouth with his cum again. Monica sucked greedily, not letting it spill. Then she laid down on the bed, catching her breath.
David stopped his phone, finally letting it drop to the bed beside them. He collapsed on top of her, both of them spent and breathing heavily. Monica held onto him tightly. Her body clinging to him as if she was afraid he'd disappear.
After a moment, he shifted his weight and picked up the phone. He played back the video. Monica's own loud, wanton moans filled the room, mixed with the wet, slapping sounds of their fucking.
She watched the screen, seeing herself lost in pleasure, her body being used exactly how she craved. A deep, thrilling possession settled in her soul.
She looked at David, her eyes smoldering. David saw it and chuckled. "You still want more?"
She shook her head with a tired smile. "I wish my dear. You have pushed me beyond my limits. Can you help me freshen up? I don't think I can stand properly."
David nodded and surprisngly picked her up rather gently. Monica closed her eyes in satisfaction. 'He is not like the rest. A beast in bed, and gentle after he's done. I didn't make a mistake.'
The hot water sluiced over them, washing away the evidence of their filthy fucking.
David's hands were surprisingly gentle as he soaped a cloth and ran it over her back, her ass, between her legs. Monica leaned into him, her body boneless and used, her lips finding his neck, his chest, kissing and nipping at his skin as if she couldn't get enough of his taste.
My fucking king, she murmured against his collarbone, her voice husky with exhaustion and adoration. You are making me think about dropping everything and staying back with you.
He just grunted, a low, satisfied sound, and turned her around to wash her magnificent tits, his thumbs circling her dark nipples until they pebbled hard all over again under the stream of water. Look at this perfect body, he said, his voice rough. Made for my hands. Made for my mouth. Made to be covered in my cum.
She shuddered, a fresh wave of heat pooling in her well-fucked pussy at his crude words. Yes, she breathed. All for you.Only for you.
He helped her out and dried her with a soft towel, his actions almost tender, a stark contrast to the animalistic way he'd taken her body just minutes before. She clung to him, needing his strength to stay upright, her legs feeling like useless, wobbly .
David peered down the hall, a predator ensuring the coast was clear, before pulling her along. She stumbled, a soft cry escaping her lips as her sore muscles protested.
Without a word, he swept her into his arms, carrying her through the empty, darkened halls of the mansion like a prize. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent.
'I definitely won't forget tonight. It was perfect' She thought with a smile.
*****
There ya go 💀 This got out of hand lol . I really feel weird about writing R-18 stuff 😂