A meeting surrounding the plot details of a brand-new movie took place on a chilly November night. The film agency building was one of the many that lit up the streets of the city. In one of the conference rooms sat a dozen individuals, most looking pretty much the exact same: old, white, male.
One person sticks out among the rest, however. The beautiful Margot Robbie is clad in all black; black heels, black pants, a black top, and even a black turtleneck that she strangely chose not to remove for the meeting. Her legs were crossed, her head resting against her hand, bored, her focus fading away. She groaned at the wondered of doing this film. Pure Oscar bait, not testing her extraordinary talents in the slightest. May get her a nomination, but a win seems near impossible at this point in her career, having lost many deserved awards. Worse, her role is pretty much confined to being the love interest of the lead.
She turned her head to her co-star and sneered. That’s what her recent roles have all been: the love interest of boring guy after boring guy. “Boring” as in played by an actor that she decides isn’t up to her standards due to some, ahem, external qualities.
She felt her phone vibrate and opened it to see who it was. It was from one of her closest friends, Emilia Clarke. Will you be here tonight? Alex and I might get started without you, the text read.
Margot quickly responds. I’m going no matter what. I need some type of therapy after this fucking meeting.
Hehe, well, the therapy we offer all the time seems to do the trick. I’ll see you there love. Emilia caps off her text with a kissing emoji, which Margot reciprocated. When she was about to put the phone back in her bag, she felt it vibrate again. She opened it and nearly yelped. What was attached was a selfie of the Game of Thrones star, featuring something belonging to someone else. Her face flushed red, and she started getting a particularly stimulating feeling somewhere in her lower body, but she was able to keep everything under wrap.
After what felt like an eternity, the meeting was adjourned. Margot stood up immediately, picking up her purse and bolting out the door. Her co-star tried catching up to her, calling her out and halting her from getting to where she so desperately needed to be. He clearly wanted to ask her out, but she only gave him a look that said “really?” before turning around and strutting out of the building like he never existed.
Exiting the building, she removed the garment that covered her neck, revealing a necklace that held a black spade.
Music blared, drinks were spilled, and bodies were groped. The Celebrity Snowbunny Club was thriving, attracting more and more of Hollywood’s hottest eye candy with each passing day. Women of all colours, but most prominently white, were having the time of their lives on the dance floor. Dressed in a variety of skimpy outfits, they took the opportunity to dip their toes in the club’s main attraction: the black men.
They roamed around like they owned the place. Only some wore tank tops at most; the rest bearing their mouth-watering body for everyone’s viewing pleasure. But even 8-packs paled in comparison to what the women were really after. While they all wore boxers or speedos, a pair of eyes could still see that they were packing something big from miles away.
The girls were groping their muscles, making out with them and grinding on their bulges; it was a miracle that they didn’t just whip their cocks out right on the dance floor. At least, they resisted doing so, before dropping everything and taking leave to one of the private rooms.
But what made the club special, aside from the taboo nature of the clients, is right in the name. The female guests weren’t just typical chicks with jungle fever; they were celebrities. Women that countless young girls look up to, and just as much young boys masturbate to, all gather in this club to fool around with ebony studs.
Over at the lounge, Tiktok star Addison Rae was giving a rather dapper gentleman a twerking lap dance, all the while recording it on her phone. At the bar, publicly-admitted snowbunny pornstar Kendra Sunderland was surrounded by half a dozen men doing body shots off her 32G tits.
But the main show at that moment was on stage. Strutting across the walkway with all the confidence in the world was one of the world’s most desired women: Hollywood star Alexandra Daddario. She wore not an inch of fabric, baring it all to those watching, which was pretty much everyone in the club. She grabbed the pole and swung, letting whatever preemptive actions she had in mind take control. At every movement, her breasts recoiled; bouncing around so much that it was like a game to keep their eyes on it. But as hypnotizing as they were, somehow her eyes still stole the show. She all the time he’d eye contact with one of her viewers, transfixing them and selling the possibility that they might be the lucky ones tonight.
She took her legendary tits in her hands and squeezed them around the pole as she slid down, giving the men in the audience an idea of what a session with her would be like. When she hit the floor, she jumped to her feet and ran, sliding on her knees to the edge of the stage. She leaned forward and shook her tits on the face of a lucky stud who, obviously, thoroughly enjoyed the action. The crowd cheered and he had the balls to reach up to try to feel them himself, but he was met with a slap in the face. Alexandra pulled back and glared, gesturing down toward her chest. The man was reminded of what was tattooed on both of her luscious jugs: a black spade with a q embedded in it.
Alexandra was not just one of the many sluts that frequented the club; she was one of the queens. The three queens founded this lovely establishment, and so they held the most power, along with their chosen kings. Every individual who walks past those revolving doors must hold them with the utmost respect, meaning they can not lay a finger on them unless they allow it.
Alex was the life of the party, the one that people loved, the one that entertained others and herself by doing so. As she danced the night away giving her audience hard-ons, another queen sat in the dark, away from all the noise.
Emilia Clarke, the mother of dragons herself, downed a shot of bourbon with a lit cigarette between her fingers. She turned her head at the uproar and smiled. She cannot say she shared her friend’s constant desire for attention and partying, why would she when she already commanded it, but she enjoyed the energy she brought.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a smug voice to her right.
“Hey good looking,” a patron said, taking a seat on the stool next to her. “You looking for a place to crash tonight? Don’t see your man around.”
Emilia narrowed her eyes at the man, sneering in disgust. “He’s doing some very important business here right now,” she responded. “Helping one of the newbies get used to… people like you.”
She looked down at the bulge in his pants, then back up, giving him a mischievous, seductive look. “You know, you really shouldn’t be directing such loose language at one of the queens of the club, unless you think you’re a king.” She uncrossed her legs while taking a sip of her drink, flashing her pussy at him.
“I hope you know, I am when one of three in charge of this place. That means I have more power over you. That means my bull has more power over you.” Emilia gets up and slowly walks over to him. “If I want to fuck you, I’ll have you fuck me. If I don’t, don’t even think of putting a finger on me.” She looks down at him sitting on the stool, he looks up at her, a bit intimidated, but can still see a bit of lust in her eyes.
“Everything good?” Emilia’s bull, Godfrey, comes by, immediately putting his arm around her waist. He was a big, brutish, and of course, black man, and gave the other and threatening glare.
“Yes, my king. We were just chatting. About how this place is run. I think he forgot a few things.” She smirks wickedly at the man, but still teases him by licking her lips slowly.
The patron paled a little upon seeing Emilia’s bull Godfrey. The six-footer was a sight to behold and they weren’t kidding about his create as well. All that time in prison had indeed served him well. “Naw.. I’m good dawg. All good.” The patron said looking to the side as a sign of respect and submission to Emilia’s lover.
She looked up at her bull who towered over her 5’2 stature. “Margot’s on her way,” she told him, “Let’s go find Alex, and try to pry her off from whatever poor black stud she’s set her eyes upon this time.” As they turned to leave, Emilia looked back at the man she flirted with, mouthing, “Maybe next time,” before swaying her perfect round ass away for him to drool over.
After a lengthy limo ride, Margot stepped outside wearing a long black dress; it seems that she changed out of her previous outfit from before, much to the delight of the chauffeur. She took a few seconds to just stare and admire the exterior of the club she helped built, feeling immensely proud of herself. Who needs an Oscar when you’ve got all the big-name female celebrities all packed and sweaty in your own club? Plus, a bunch of big black guys at your disposal.
When she walked towards the entrance, the bouncer stopped her.
“What’s up? You got some ID?” The bouncer asked with a smirk, standing a little too close to Margot, eyes hidden behind some shades.
Margot looks at him with an annoyed look but complies. She reached down to grab the hem of her slit dress, lifting it to reveal a tattoo of a black spade on her thigh; a q inside of it, just like Alex’s.
The bouncer nods approvingly and gestured her inside. As she was hit with the sudden scent of alcohol, weed, and hormones, she turned back to the bouncer. “It’s getting pretty late. You’re dismissed, lock the doors. Anyone who wants to leave will take the back exit. Have some fun. I’m sure you’ve got something special down there for some lucky lady.” She winked and blew him a kiss, before turning away to discover the others.
Entering the lobby of the establishment, she was immediately met with a feast for her eyes: two chocolate casanovas. One of them is recent Marvel super-stud, Jonathan Majors. He already matched the club’s dress code for men, not wearing a shirt whatsoever. His abs and pecs looked like they were about to burst, they were so prominent. The other was his Creed III co-star and director, Michael B. Jordan. He kept a tank top on, and while leaner than his friend, his body was still the subject of many women’s wet dreams.
A grin crept upon Margot’s face when the two spotted her. She strutted over to the latter and fondled his hard pecs through his garment.
“Hey, baby,” she said seductively, before hungrily kissing him. He met her advances with equal force, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her closer. The two made out for a solid minute before Jonathan cleared his throat.
It took Margot all her willpower to pry her lips away from Michael’s, and it was evident that she was still in a lusty daze from her eyes. “Oh, sorry. You wanna join?” she asks, biting her lip and widening her eyes to make herself look innocent.
The man laughed, shaking his head. “Naw, girl. Just wanted to say high. I got my own waiting inside, as you know.”
“Oh, Alex has been staaaarvinggg, you wouldn’t believe it, she missed you so much,” she told him. She turned back to her boyfriend and gave him a sweet smile. “And I missed you too. I bet Tessa had the best month of her life with you two.”
She was referring to the other Creed star, Tessa Thompson, who joined them on the press tour for the film. As booming as the club was, they do struggle with convincing certain ladies to join from time to time. But a month with two kings should fix that.
“You bet yo pretty tight ass she did,” Michael responded, slapping her rear. “Let’s just say, this ain’t just gonna be a snowbunny fest for long.”
With that, Margot linked her arms with each man and led the way inside.
Alex grabbed an old-fashioned from the bar and took a swing, not even breaking a sweat from the dancing. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Jonathan, her personal bull. shrieking with excitement she got off the bar stool and ran towards him. “Babe!” She calls out excitedly and hugs him. Her legs went around his waist. Kissing his lips, feeling immensely powerful arms wrapped around her. She didn’t even notice the couple next to him.
“Nice to see you too, Alex,” Michael said. He didn’t get a response. Margot looked up at him with a sheepish expression.
“Well, seeing you is a pleasure to me, at least,” a voice from behind said. They turned around to discover Emilia and Godfrey walking toward them. “Glad to see my favourite couple together again. And… them, I guess,” she said, referring to the two that were practically gnawing their lips off one another.
“Sup bro?” Michael greeted Godfrey. A grunt was all he got in response.
“I’m very much looking forward to the movie!” Emilia exclaimed. “The girls and I have been saying we should rent a theatre and invite some other lovely ladies to enjoy it with us.”
“Oh, what? I’m not invited to see my own movie?”
Emilia waved his opinion off. “You’ve seen it before. Plus, we’ll all be focused on the two buff, black, shirtless studs fighting on the screen to give you any attention. You won’t be missing much.”
While they were discussing that, Alex and Jonathan finally pulled away from each other. That is, before the big-breasted queen pressed her tits against his strong torso, rubbing them up and down.
“Bet you missed these puppies, did you,” she whispered to him, giving him the bedroom eyes. “Ohh, babe, I want that black dick so much. I need it.”
As she said that, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head and saw Jessica Chastain, looking beautiful in an all-black dress, with something dribbling from her mouth. “Warmed him up a bit for you,” she told her. “Lucky lady.” She then walked off.
Alex looked back at her bull and glared.
“What was that about?” Margot asked.
“Well, Johnny and I were supposed to hitch the same ride here,” Michael explained, “but last second, Jess over there came in and dragged him to hers. Bet some shit went down in that limo.”
Alex’s disappointment faded away when her boyfriend took her tits in his big, strong hands and squeezed. Indeed, he missed those things. Alex moans when he began kissing and sucking them, going back and forth from each.
“Fuck, baby… You’re already getting me all hot.” Alex moaned caressing the back of Jonathan’s head. “Ooh!” She squeals when Jonathanlays her down on a nearby table.
“Come here. Let me see what you got for me today.” Jonathan grunts as he finally gets a good look at her body. Alex fumbled with her man’s belt, undoing it and letting it fall to the ground to expose his fat ebony fuckrod that throbs as soon as it was let out
“Mmmf!” Alex hummed with surprise when Jonathan clamps his mouth on top of hers. Her eyes widened when his cock slid slowly into her. Making her pussy cling to his length.
“Umm, shouldn’t we stop this?” Margot asked.
“Eh, let it go. We probably couldn’t stop this even if we tried,” Emilia said. She then grabbed her bull by the large bulge under his boxers and did the same with Michael. “Come on boys. Margot and I need some company.”
The four headed toward the VIP room at the back. Meanwhile, Alex clamped her eyes shut and moaned as her bull’s cock entered her pussy. Even though she’s taken it countless times, it still feels just as big as when she first fucked him on that film set all those years ago.
“Does that feel good, love,” he asked rhetorically. Her eyes fluttered and nodded her head up and down. She let go of the edge of the table and used her hands to play with her giant tits. She pressed them together, and rubbed her nipples, taking each in a hand and shaking them for him to drool over.
He finally removed his hand from her mouth. “You like these tits daddy? Mmm, I know you just wanna stick that big black cock in between them and fuck ’em till you shoot your rope all over me. You wanna punish me for being a slut around here. Stripping in front of everyone without you or your permission, giving them all a show, shaking my tits. I fucked so many of them when you were gone. Does that turn you on? Do you wanna make your bad girl pay?”
He suddenly flipped her over, bending her over on the table and shoving his dick back inside her pussy. She yelped in surprise, but then started giggling at how rough he was getting. He reached over to grab her chin and made her look at him, using his other hand to violently fondle her tits. “You may have helped found this place, but you’re still my white whore.”
Alex squeals when she’s flipped over, her long legs bending at the knee playfully when she feels Jonathan’s BBC sink into her tight white woman’s pussy. Naturally clamping harder with each thrust she was getting. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.
“I love y-you babe. I know you get excited.. mfff… nggghh… when I flaunt my body for the other black kings, when I let them touch me, try to kiss me. Finger me.” Alex moans gazing into her boyfriend’s eyes. A loony grin full of pleasure stretched across her face. Moaning as his cock hits her sweet spot.
She lets him grope her tits hungrily, feeling some kind of victory over Jessica earlier on. Jessica and Jonathan were fuck buddies on the set of one of their movies years ago and it made Alex jealous. Her baby blue eyes full of passion and lust burned a hole into Jonathan’s soul. “Am I better than that fucking bitch, Jessica? I know I am. She can’t be as tight as me.” She places a hand on the back of his head. Bringing her in for a nice firm smooch. Her tongue and his fighting for dominance
He grabbed her hair and tugged her off of him, and they stared into each other’s eyes with vicious lust. He slowed down and made each thrust count. “You’re sluttier,” thrust “Your naughtier,” thrust “But you know what?” thrust “You’re not as tight. You fuck so many black cocks that pussy of yours is getting loose.”
He saw anger and jealousy seep into her blue eyes. He knew she was going to turn into something nasty. “But you know what? You’re my white slut.” thrust “And you know what you have over her? These.” He slapped her fat tits, making her squeal. She dawned a sex-crazed smirk, knowing she won over that redhead bitch.
“Get on your knees and push those tits up,” he ordered, to which she promptly did.
She shook them a bit, but he didn’t have time for her teasing. He took both in his hands and squeezed them together, then slowly slid his black dick between the two luscious mounds.
“Ohhh,” Alex whispers to herself. Her blue eyes fixed on the throbbing cock head of Jonathan. Feeling a sense of over-possessiveness over this man and his cock. She may have fucked plenty of BBC but Jonathan was special. They would all the time go back to each other at the end of the day.
What she DIDN’T like was how he would compare her to other girls. But he knew it only spurred her on to be the best she can be. Alex mashed her tits tightly around his monster cock, sticking her tongue out so it can circle and tease his piss slit every time he thrusts forward to tit fuck her. “Mnahhhh..” She hums, eyes locked upwards at him.
“I’m way better than Jessica or any other white whore you fucked today.” She snaps before kissing the tip of his length. Moving herself up and down, using her boobs to jerk him off somewhat, pausing here and there to use her free hand to massage his balls. A psychotic grin had spread across her face, willing to please and send Jonathan into a world of pleasure.
