The Raya Adventures: Ch. 02 – Celebrities & Fan Fiction

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Author’s Note: This is part two of my Raya Adventures series. Please see my series:The Raya Adventures to view all prior and future entries in the series.

Celebs: Kiernan Shipka

My encounter with Lucy Hale was incredible, to say the least. We had a great time; it was sexy, it was erotic, it waspassionate. It also ended quite amicably. It’s not like we willnever see each other again. I mean, the sex was way too good for that. It’s just that neither of us is in a position right now where we want to be in a committed relationship. Who knows, maybe some day that will change and Lucy and I will settle down together.

That being said, I have other matches, and I do not intend to waste that opportunity.

Kiernan actually reached out to me. She is a girl that I have been chatting with on Raya for a couple of weeks, but just some casual conversation; nothing more than a simple declaration of our interest in one another.

When she invited me out for dinner and drinks at Nobu, it was an easy‘Yes.’

It’s a formal dinner, and I am dressed the part. Black suit, white shirt, charcoal tie, with black shoes and charcoal socks.

I receive a Raya message at 6:56 reading:‘Here’

I make my way down from my apartment to discover a black limousine waiting at the curb, and Kiernan standing on the sidewalk, leaning against the limo. She is wearing abeautiful gold dress – The top is slightly ruffled in the shape of a bow over her breasts. The bottom half of the dress puffs out just slightly, and it’s double layered. It shimmers in the light, and she looks like an absolute goddess – her curly hair nearly the same shade of gold as her dress.

She pushes off of the limo and approaches me, black heels clicking on the cement as she wraps her arms around my neck and boldly plants her lips on mine, kissing me right there on the sidewalk.

I am a bit thrown off guard by her forwardness, but I kiss her back, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me as swap spit.

She wipes her lips with her thumb as she breaks the kiss, grinning up at me as she says, “Lucy said you were a great kisser so I had to find out for myself.”

Oh god. She talked to Lucy about me?

“Oh?” I ask, looking down at her with a raised brow. “Did she say anything else about me?”

“A few things…” Kiernan teases, biting her lower lip and looking up at me with a mischievous grin as her eyes dart from mine, to my bulge, and back up again. “We can address the rest later.”

And with that, she turns and climbs into the limo. I follow her in.

When I climb in, I am a bit confused. We’re not alone in the limo. It’s not a group of people either – that would be less strange than the situation I discover myself in as I swing the door shut.

Kiernan is seated on the far side bench of the limo next to a man. Not just any man, this man has his right arm around her shoulders, and her left hand is resting on his thigh.

I sit on the back bench and stare at them with confusion.

“James,” Kiernan says, grinning at me as if she is thoroughly enjoying this. “This is my boyfriend, Michael.”

Michael is a tall, skinny, pale skinned man with stringy brown hair slicked back behind his ears, a smooth face, and large almond eyes. He gives me Jack Skellington meets Leonardo DiCaprio vibes.

“Nice to meet you, James,” Michael says, lifting his arm from around her shoulders and reaching out a hand to greet me. I stare, blinking and slack-jawed like a brainless fish out of water for a few moments and then reach out and shake his hand.

“I thought… I didn’t know…”

“Don’t sweat it,” Michael says, putting his arm around Kiernan once again. “Kiki is a deviant little minx-“

“Let’s just say that I am too much for one man to handle on his own,” Kiernan says, interrupting him.

Michael chuckles playfully and shrugs his shoulders. “We like to have fun,” he adds.

So that is that. I am going on a date with Kiernanand her boyfriend, presumably under the pretense of double-teaming her later.

I guess this is my life now. And what a life it is.

I watch the two of them distribute a kiss similar to the one her and I shared just moments ago. This night is gonna be interesting, to say the least. My plan is to get drunk and follow their lead, wherever that may take us.

we have a reservation in the back of the restaurant, and our table is already set with full glasses of wine when we arrive.

It’s an intimate square table and Kiernan takes the middle seat while Michael and I sit down on either side of her, facing each other.

The dinner itself is unlike any I have ever had at a formal establishment in the past. instead of the traditional menu style ordering, platters of food are brought out for us to pick through; numerous sushi options, lobster, crab, salmon, you name it. if it has gills, it’s on our table – steamed, raw, grilled, or otherwise.

Wine flows like water, and an entire bottle’s worth of tequila now resides in our collective bellies.

Kiernan spends all of dinner showing off just how much of a deviant little cock-tease she is. She can make the most subtle, innocent act sexual. The way she puckers her lips while biting sushi, or locks eyes with you as she pulls a chunk of lobster off her fork with her tongue. the way she dabs the corner of her mouth with her napkin after sipping her wine, the way she giggles and shudders after tossing back a tequila shot.

She even went as far as to take a long piece of crab leg and slide it into her open mouth, running it over her outstretched tongue and into her throat before pulling it back out and shooting me a wink.

don’t even get me started on thephysical teasing. Slipping her feet out of her heels and rubbing a foot up my leg, a hand on my thigh, grabbing my cock through my trousers and tugging on it until I leak precum into my briefs.

I was midway through a sip of wine and she grabbed my left hand, placing it on her thigh and pulling it up under her dress. I took the bait and stretched my fingers towards her sex to discover it exposed, bared to the aspects and sopping wet. I’msure her chair will be stained with pussy juices by the time we leave.

I pull my fingers away slick with her juices and I cannot withstand. I pick up a piece of sushi, shoving it in my mouth and then I lick my fingers clean of her juices, disgusing the taste under the guise of the sushi. Kiernan giggles, and an approving smirk curls on Michael’s lips.

That little move seemed to light a fire in both Kiernan and Michael.

“Man, I’m stuffed,” Michael says with a slight slur to his speech.

“Shall we, then?” Kiernan asks, wiping her lips with a napkin and then dropping it on the table.

Michael pulls two one hundred dollar bills out of his inner jacket pocket and sets it on the table as a tip, while Kiernan puts the bill on her personal tab. a few minutes later, we’re walking out of the restaurant with a bit more sway in our step than when we entered a few hours earlier.

I climb in the limo first as Kiernan leans against Michael, her arm in his. Kiernan follows me in, while Michael heads up the rear, closing the door behind him.

I take a seat on the side bench, where Michael and Kiernan sat on the way in, and stare at the cleavage spilling out of Kiernan’s dress as she ducks into the limo. I’m rock hard, and not even trying to hide it at this point as the head of my 7.5 inch cock presses against my trousers midway down my right thigh, a dime sized wet spot visible through the fabric as my strained member leaks fluid.

Michael slides in past Kiernan, sitting on the back bench as Kiernan crouch walks across thr limo towards me with that wicked grin of hers painted on her face.

She mounts me, pressing her hands against the glass behind my head as she straddles my waist, grinding her warm, wet pussy against my erect cock in an act that is sure to leave streaks on my pants.

I grab her face as she climbs on top of me, combing my fingers into her hair as I gently pull her head towards mine, pressing my lips to hers.

Michael is completely unfazed by his girlfriend shoving her tongue down another man’s throat right in front of him, and it kind of adds to the allure, if I’m being honest.

He grabs a bottle of champagne off ice across from Kiernan and I, and begins to pour some glasses for each of us while we make out, Kiernan grinding on my cock.

I drop my hands to her body, gripping her midsection and following the flow of her body as she grinds on my lap. I slide my thumbs over her chest, letting her stiff nipples dig into my thumbs as I run my hands down her body. I move them down her waist and tuck my hands up under her dress as she pushes her tongue deep into my mouth.

I run my hands up her smooth, bare thighs, gripping her ass cheeks as I start to guide her movements with a firm grip, sliding her up along my erect length. I squeeze her left cheek with my right hand and lift her body upward until she’s on her knees, hovering over my lap. Then I slide my left hand between her legs, pressing my fingers between her lower lips.

I ease my fingers into her, pushing my middle and ring fingers past her opening and into the warm folds of her sex. She groans against me, breaking our kiss and presing her forehead to mine as she revels in the pleasure of my fingers curling against her g-spot.

I press my thumb against her pelvis, applying pressure from the outside and inside, her clit throbbing aginst my palm. My pinky wedges in between her outer labia and her inner thigh, and my pointer finger accidentally presses against her ass hole, and I roll with the miscalculation. The feeling of her tight hole puckering against the pad of my finger makes my cock flutter, and I can feel precum spew out into my briefs.

I glance over Kiernan’s shoulder to see Michael, champagne glass in his left hand, his right hand on his stiff member, massaging it through his pant leg as he watches his partner get finger fucked by her new date. I pick up speed, running my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, dragging and gliding the tips of my fingers against the rough patch on the front wall of her vagina as she pants and moans and purrs.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

I go faster, my wrist beginning to hurt from the curling and jerking of my fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she commands.

She wraps both arms around my neck, pressing her forehead more firmly against mine.

“Dooooon’t stooooop!” she whines, her body trembling as she tries to stay steady on wobbly knees.

Then her body erupts into a convulsing fit of orgasmic shakes and shudders.

she lets out sharp, open mouthed breaths that waft warmly against my face as she heaves in and pushes out large, gasping lung-fulls of air. She grabs fistfuls of my shirt and pulls my button-up down my back until it’s nearly choking me as she twitches and convulses in my lap. Her clit throbs against my palm and her pussy contracts around my fingers. I apply significant pressure with my left hand and the tip of my pointer finger slips into the rim of her puckering ass hole until it clenches and kisses my finger.

“Oh gosh, ohYEEESSS, she groans, her words transitioning into a panting, gasping, hee-hawing sound as her orgasm peaks and her body quivers and vibrates against mine. When she finally comes down from her high and her orgasm begins to dissipate, Kiernan collapses forward and slinks down on my lap, my fingers pushing deep inside her, the opening of her pussy sliding over the second knuckle of my fingers. I slowly pull my fingers from her pussy and they come away coated with a thick, creamy goo as Kiernan pants and giggles on my lap, seemingly unable to control herself. I reach for Kiernan’s dress, to wipe away her juices, but she snatches my hand and holds up my gooey fingers as she turns to Michael.

“Do you want a taste, Babe?”

Michael vaults himself off of the seat and lunges towards us eagerly, taking my fingers in his mouth before I have time to register what is going on.

It’s certainlyweird having another man suck my fingers, but it’s all over so quickly that I don’t really have time to be bothered by it. besides, that entire experience was too sexy for me to care about a measly finger sucking.

Just as we are getting cleaned up, the limo comes to a stop and the privacy window comes down, revealing the side of our driver’s head.

“Miss, Shipka, we have arrived.”

As we climb out of the vehicle, I realize that we are not at my building. instead, we are at a fancy condominium in an upper-class L.A. neighborhood. A door man stands at the entrance, holding the door and ushering the three of us inside.

Kiernan’s penthouse is a gorgeous, spacious, Victorian style home with brass and plum furnishings, marble countertops, and natural hardwood flooring.

As much as I appreciate good real estate, however, I quickly discover myself on a vintage sofa straight out of Gatsby, with Kiernan sandwiched against my left hip between Michael and me.

I left my shoes and jacket at the door, and start to loosen my tie as Kiernan leans away from me, grabbing the back of Michael’s head and pressing her lips to his, burying her tongue in his mouth. As she kisses him, she unbuttons his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pushing it off his shoulders. he helps her, leaning forward and giving way for the shirt to come off.

Kiernan runs her nails down Michael’s chest, breaking the kiss and turning towards me. She places her right hand on my erect cock and rubs it through my pants, briefly, before pressing her lips to mine and reaching for my shirt.

As Kiernan unbuttons my shirt, Michael grabs the left strap of her dress and pulls it off of her shoulder, exposing her left breast, perky and stiff nippled. Michael grabs it, groping her chest as she pulls my shirt off and then grabs my face with her right hand and Michael’s cock with her left.

What she does next is so incredibly sexy that I will never forget it.

Kiernan climbs up on her knees between the two of us. She reaches out with both hands simultaneously, grabbing Michael’s belt with her left hand, and my belt with her right hand. With deft, nimble fingers, she unbuckles both belts with one hand and yanks them out of our loops in unison. She throws her arms out wide, tossing the belts across the room in opposite directions.

Kiernan hops off the couch, standing before it as she pulls the strap back up her shoulder and reaches for the hem of her dress.

Michael unbuttons his pants and I follow his lead, unbuttoning and unzipping mine as Kiernan pulls her dress up and over her head. her loose, wavy hair cascades over her shoulders as she throws the dress apart, standing before us fully nude. Her petite frame is smooth and bare, she doesn’t have a single hair below her eyebrows.

Michael and I throw our pants to our ankles in unison, kicking them off so that we’re both left with nothing but our dress socks, our hard cocks standing tall, throbbing and leaking and begging for Kiernan’s touch. My cock is larger than his in terms of overall length, but his is thicker than mine with a slight upward banana curve to it.

Kiernan’s eyes flicker from him to me and back again. She licks her lips and then moves forward, spinning and dropping onto the couch between us, her perky B cup breasts bouncing and jiggling as she plops down between us. She pulls her feet up on to the couch, heels on the edge, wriggling her toes over the edge as she reaches out and grabs a cock in each hand.

She giggles and purrs like lioness in heat as she begins to stroke both of our cocks. She looks like she’s preparing for a trip to a Northern Cali ski resort as her dainty hands slide up and down our poles. I groan and quiver as my cock spits out a bead of precum that runs down the underside of my shaft and wets her palm. Kiernan is so exceptionally skilled at stroking a cock that feels as if her hands were made out of putty, forming to the shape of my cock for the perfect grip. This is the type of handjob that men could lost in.

Thankfully, it doesn’t last long.

Kiernan lets go of both of our cocks and leans over me, her nipples dragging across my left thigh as she grabs a black scrunchy off the side table, pulling her hair back into a messy bun atop her head.

I grab hold of my cock, giving it a few idle strokes to ease the tension building up in the head of my cock. Kiernan slides off the couch and turns to face me, standing between my legs. She bends at the waist, leaning forward as she places both hands on my thighs, shooting me a wink as she licks her lips and leans in for my cock. She doesn’t get on her knees; she stays bent at the waist, knees locked, and leaning over at a near ninety degree angle. I’m too consumed in my own pleasure to realize that she is assuming a position, but Michael evidently has been in this situation before.

As Kiernan takes my cock in her mouth, my eyes roll into my skull and my head flops back against the couch, rolling loosely on my shoulders. Michael, meanwhile, positions himself behind Kiernan, taking her hips and guiding his cock between her wet pussy lips. As Michael enters her, Kiernan lets out a moan that vibrates against my shaft. I open my eyes and lift my head up straight. That’s when I see Michael, mounted behind Kiernan and beginning to thrust into her as she sucks my cock.

I’ve never had a threeway before, and the sight of Michael slamming his abdomen against her cheeks, the clapping sound of skin on skin, the combined sloshing sounds of pussy on cock and lips on dick – the sounds all meld together into a three chair symphony and I shudder and groan and buck my hips with anticipation, becoming an active participant in this sexual orchestra.

Kiernan’s lips run up and down my shaft, taking nearly two thirds of my length into her mouth with each bob of the head, but the thrusting of Michael’s cock – the cheek clapping of Kiernan’s ass on his abdomen – prevent her from keeping a good seal on my shaft and she drools a stream of saliva down my cock that drips off my balls and onto the floor as Kiernan blows me. With each thrust, Michael pulls Kiernan’s hips backward, pulling my cock down towards my knees and pushing it forward to an upright position with each thrust, her mouth going down my shaft as she’s slammed forward, and pulling up to the head of my cock as she is pulled backward. The faster he fucks her, the faster she blows me, and this makes my stamina rather short lived.

After just a few short minutes of this sucking and fucking threeway combo, I feel my balls churn and dump their contents against my wishes; I wouldlike to stay here all night – to revel in the sensation of this moment until the end of time – but alas, my body betrays me.

I grab Kiernan’s face and hold my cock deep in her mouth as I blow my load into the back of her throat. My body jerks once, twice, three times as I splatter my seed across her tongue. Kiernan slowly lifts her head off my cock, careful not to spill any of my cum as she pushes off of me, standing upright, grinning like a deviant little minx with cum bubbling on her lips.

Michael doesn’t miss a beat, still thrusting in and out of her as he wraps his right hand over the front of her body at the hip, gripping her naval. He wraps his left hand under her left arm, gripping her breast as he pulls her against him. Kiernan puts her right foot on the couch next to my thigh, and Michael putshis right foot on the couch next to my knee.

Settled into their new position, Kiernan spits out her mouthful of cum, letting it cascade down her chin and dribble in large globs onto her right breast where it seeps down and clings to the nipple. She throws her hands up and wraps them around the back of Michael’s head as she lays her head on his chest and bites her lower lip. Her breasts stretch taught, forming into bulbous ovals on her chest.

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