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Fdh1250 Profile Fdh1250 Profile views: 20183 Fanbase: 233 About Me Not filled in yet Interests Not yet filled in Signed up: 17 years ago Images viewed: 30562 Images uploaded: 3120 Gender: Male Birth: 31/01/2009 Location: United States Last Online: 2 days ago Connect with Fdh1250 Send Message Add Comment Become a fan Add to relations Status updates Comments (5) (See All Comments) Fdh1250 Comments: 965 Commented on Jan 20, 2026 ""That's the third time this week you've 'accidentally' left your gym shorts in my laundry," Linda said, holding up the damp, stretched-out fabric between two fingers like it was evidence in a crime scene. The waistband still smelled faintly of sweat and something muskier underneath. Across the kitchen island, her husband Mark barely glanced up from his laptop. "Hmm? Oh, must be Jake's. Kid's always forgetting stuff." His tone suggested this was as interesting as discussing grocery lists. Linda let the shorts drop into the hamper, watching how they clung to the edge before sliding in. She'd seen Jake through the kitchen window last Tuesday—all six-foot-four of him stretching by the pool after his laps, water sluicing down the grooves of his abs. Eighteen and already built like he was chiseled from marble. The microwave beeped, startling her. Mark shoved his chair back, muttering about a conference call. He didn't notice how her fingers lingered on the waistband's elastic, stretching it slightly between her thumbs—how it snapped back with a quiet thwip against the plastic hamper. Jake's number sat in her contacts from when she'd coordinated his summer lifeguard schedule. Her thumb hovered over the screen for three breaths before typing *Found your missing shorts.* A droplet of condensation slid down her water glass, tracing the same path sweat had taken down Jake's spine that afternoon. His reply came before she could set the phone down—three rapid vibrations against the granite countertop. *Shoot my bad Mrs. C. Can I grab them tonight?* Followed immediately by: *Practice ran late or I'd get them now.* Linda pressed her thighs together beneath her sundress. She could picture him typing that, towel slung low on his hips in the locker room, fingers clumsy on the screen. The AC hummed to life as she typed back *Don't rush*, then deleted it. *Come by whenever* felt too eager. In the end she sent just *No problem*, then immediately hated how matronly it sounded. The phone buzzed again. *Be there in 20 if that's cool.* She caught her reflection in the microwave door—cheeks flushed, the neckline of her dress suddenly too tight. Upstairs, she swapped the sundress for a black tank top she'd last worn on their anniversary cruise. The fabric clung differently now, tighter across her hips. She reapplied lip gloss in the hall mirror just as headlights swept across the driveway. The doorbell rang while she was still debating whether to answer barefoot or in heels. When she opened the door, Jake stood haloed by porchlight, his basketball shorts riding low enough to reveal the V-cut she'd only glimpsed at poolside. "Sorry about the laundry thing," he said, rubbing his neck. His forearm flexed with the motion—ropey veins under golden skin. "Coach says I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on." Linda leaned against the doorframe, letting the AC draft swirl her tank top against her stomach. "At least your head's attached to that body," she said, then immediately bit her lip. Too far. But Jake just laughed—a deep, surprised sound that made his shoulders shake. "Dang, Mrs. C. Didn't know you were checking." His eyes flicked down her frame, lingering where the tank top dipped between her breasts. The porchlight caught the sweat still glistening at his temples from practice. Linda stepped back to let him in, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. "They're in the laundry room," she said, gesturing down the hall. Jake followed close enough that she caught the scent of him—not just chlorine and deodorant, but something warmer underneath. His sneakers squeaked against the floorboards. The laundry room door clicked shut louder than she intended. Jake bent to retrieve the shorts from the hamper, shoulders flexing under his tank. "Thanks for—" He froze mid-sentence when he straightened up and found her standing closer than necessary, her hip brushing against the dryer. Linda watched his throat move as he swallowed. His eyelashes were absurdly long for a boy—dark gold in the overhead light. She reached out, plucking a stray thread from his shoulder. "You're still damp," she murmured, letting her fingers linger. His skin burned through the thin fabric. Jake exhaled sharply through his nose. The shorts slipped from his grip, landing with a wet slap on the tile. His gaze dropped to her mouth. "Mrs. C..." The way his voice cracked on the honorific sent heat pooling between her thighs. She traced the neckline of his tank top with one finger, feeling his pulse jump beneath her touch. "You call your coach by his first name, don't you?" The question came out huskier than she intended. Jake's nostrils flared as she hooked her finger under the fabric, tugging gently. "Yeah." His voice had dropped an octave. Linda slid her finger lower, tracing the seam where his tank top met sweat-damp skin. The air between them smelled like stolen moments and the floral detergent she'd used on his shorts. "So why not call me Linda?" Jake's breath hitched when her nail scraped lightly over his nipple. His hands flexed at his sides before one came up to cage her wrist—not pulling away, just holding her there. His palm was calloused from years of grip training, the contrast against her softer skin making her shiver. "You're not my coach," he murmured, but his hips jerked forward involuntarily, the thick outline of him pressing against her thigh. Linda laughed low in her throat, twisting her wrist to slide her fingers up his chest. "No," she agreed, watching his pupils swallow the hazel of his eyes. "I'm the one who knows exactly how many times you've 'forgotten' your clothes here." His pulse hammered under her fingertips as she pushed the damp fabric up, exposing the taut plane of his abdomen. A drop of sweat trailed down the defined ridges, disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. Jake's breath came faster now, his other hand finding her hip, fingers digging in slightly as if testing his own restraint. The dryer clicked off behind them, the sudden silence thick with the sound of his exhale. "Linda," he tried, the name foreign on his tongue, and the way his voice broke on the second syllable sent a jolt through her. She didn’t let him finish. Her mouth met his with a hunger that surprised even her—no tentative testing, just heat. Jake groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the thin fabric. When she bit his lower lip, he shuddered, his hips grinding against her. The hardness straining against his shorts was impossible to ignore now, the fabric stretched taut. Linda broke the kiss just long enough to yank his tank top over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, still glistening from his post-practice shower. His nipples pebbled under her gaze. "Gosh," she breathed, dragging her nails lightly down his torso. Jake’s breath hitched, his abs clenching under her touch. His hands fumbled at her waistband, fingers trembling with nervous energy. "Is this—" "Just shut up and touch me," Linda gasped, arching into him as he peeled her leggings down her thighs. The cold air of the laundry room hit her damp skin, making her nipples peak harder against the lace of her bra. Jake's breath came in ragged bursts against her neck as he knelt, his lips trailing fire down her stomach. When his mouth closed over her through the silk of her panties, Linda's fingers tangled in his sweat-damp hair. "Gosh," she hissed, knees nearly buckling as his tongue found her clit through the fabric. The scent of her arousal mixed with the clean linen smell of the room—something about that contrast made her pulse harder between her legs. Jake peeled the soaked silk aside with his teeth, his groan vibrating against her thighs when he got his first taste. His tongue was hot and broad as it licked up her slit, his nose nudging her clit in a way that made her hips jerk forward. "Oh my Gosh," she gasped, watching through half-lidded eyes as his biceps flexed holding her thighs apart. The kid ate pussy like he was training for it—every flick and suck deliberate, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her skin. Linda's fingers tightened in his hair when he slipped two fingers inside her, his palm grinding against her clit in slow circles. The stretch burned deliciously—his fingers were thick like the rest of him, calloused from years of handling rough equipment. She could feel him cataloging her reactions, adjusting pressure whenever her breath hitched. "Dang kid, you're good at this," she panted, her thighs trembling. Jake pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, his lips glistening. "Coach makes us do finger drills," he deadpanned before diving back in, sucking her clit between his teeth while his fingers crooked sharply. The dual sensation sent Linda's hips jerking forward, her back arching off the dryer with a metallic thud. Her orgasm hit like a rogue wave—sudden and all-consuming. Jake moaned against her as she came, his tongue lapping up every pulse until she shoved his shoulders weakly. "Too much," she gasped, but he just grinned and licked his lips, eyes dark with satisfaction. Linda's legs shook as he stood, his erection straining obscenely against his shorts. She reached for the waistband before he could speak, her fingers brushing the damp spot where precum had soaked through. Jake's breath caught when she peeled the fabric down, his cock springing free—thick and flushed, veins standing proud along the shaft. "Oh my gosh, this thing is twice the size of my hisbamds at least," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the base. Her thumb couldn't touch her middle finger. Jake shuddered, his hips twitching forward as she stroked him slowly, smearing the bead of moisture at his tip. His stomach muscles jumped under her other hand when she traced the prominent ridge beneath his head. Linda dropped to her knees, the tile cool against her bare skin. Jake's hands flew to her shoulders—part restraint, part encouragement—as she licked a broad stripe up his shaft. His hips jerked involuntarily, the blunt head bumping her lips. "Careful," he gasped, but Linda just smirked and took him into her mouth, stretching her lips around his girth. The taste of him—salt and youth and something indefinably man—flooded her senses. She hollowed her cheeks, working him deeper at his base. Jake's fingers spasmed in her hair, his thighs trembling. "Holy—" His voice cracked as she pulled back slowly, dragging her teeth lightly along the underside. Linda smiled up at him through her lashes, watching his Adam's apple bob. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, savoring his choked gasp when she sucked hard. His hips stuttered forward before he caught himself, muscles straining with restraint. The laundry room smelled like sex now—musky and thick—mingling with detergent and the metallic tang of the dryer. Jake's fingers tightened in her hair as she took him deeper, her nails digging into his thighs when she hit her limit. Drool slicked her chin where she couldn't quite close her lips around his girth. "Mrs. C—Linda—" he groaned, his voice raw. His abs clenched when she hummed around him, vibrations rippling up his shaft. She pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Still want to call me Mrs. C?" she teased, thumbing the leaking tip of his cock. Jake shuddered, his knees buckling slightly as she stood and backed him against the washing machine. The metal vibrated against his bare skin—still warm from the spin cycle. Linda hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, peeling them down his thighs until they pooled around his ankles. His erection stood thick and angry-red between them, bobbing with each ragged breath. She pressed her bare chest against him, relishing the way his breath hitched when her nipples dragged across his abs. "Ever fuck an older woman before?" she murmured against his collarbone. Jake's laugh came out strangled as her hand wrapped around him again, thumb smearing precum in slow circles. Linda nipped his earlobe, feeling his pulse hammer against her lips. "We're gonna need a bigger room," she murmured, glancing at the cramped laundry space—then gasped when Jake suddenly lifted her onto the washing machine. The metal vibrated under her bare thighs as he stepped between her legs, his hands spanning her waist. Jake's nostrils flared as he looked down at her—really looked—his gaze tracing the stretch marks on her hips, the way her breasts spilled slightly over her bra cups. "You're so fucking soft," he breathed, running calloused palms up her sides like he was memorizing her. The contrast of his rough fingertips against her skin made Linda arch into him, her nails scraping down his back. The washing machine hummed beneath her as Jake dragged her closer to the edge, his cock sliding against her soaked folds. Linda gasped at the contact—so much thicker than she'd imagined—her thighs trembling as he teased her entrance. "Stop teasing," she demanded, gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave crescents in his skin. Jake's breath came in ragged bursts against her neck. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, but his hips jerked forward involuntarily, the broad head catching on her rim. Linda moaned at the stretch, her nails digging deeper. "You want words?" she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck me before I change my mind." The washer thumped against the wall as she yanked him forward with her thighs. Jake's breath exploded from his lungs as he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust. Linda's back arched off the vibrating metal, her scream muffled against his shoulder. The stretch burned—beautifully, impossibly—her body clamping down around him in shock. "Oh fucking—" Jake choked out, his knees buckling. He braced himself against the washer, the machine's rhythm syncing with their ragged breathing. His cock twitched inside her, buried to the hilt. Linda clawed at his back, her hips tilting to take him deeper. Every inch burned—a delicious, impossible stretch that made her toes curl. Jake's sweat dripped onto her collarbone as he trembled above her, veins standing out along his forearms where he gripped the washer's edge. "Move," she gasped against his throat, biting down when he finally pulled back. The drag of his cock made her whimper—then cry out when he slammed home again, the washer lurching sideways with the force of it. Jake cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as he found a rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the metallic groan of the machine. Linda's breasts bounced with every snap of his hips, her bra riding up to expose peaked nipples. Jake's mouth latched onto one, sucking hard as his fingers dug into her thighs. The pain-pleasure of his teeth made her clench around him, drawing a ragged groan from his chest. "Gosh—you're so tight," he panted against her skin, his voice wrecked. The washer's vibration synced with his thrusts, sending tremors up her spine. Jake's rhythm faltered when she clenched around him deliberately, his cock twitching inside her. "Fuck—don't—" he gasped, but Linda just smirked and did it again, rolling her hips to take him deeper. His thighs trembled against hers, sweat-slick skin sticking where they pressed together. She arched back against the control panel, her fingers finding the spin cycle button. The machine lurched beneath them, the sudden whirl throwing Jake off-balance—his cock grinding against her g-spot in a way that made her cry out. "Cheater," he growled, but the effect was ruined by how his voice cracked. His hands found her hips, fingers bruising as he adjusted his angle, hitting that spot with every punishing thrust now. Linda's nails scraped down his sweat-slick chest, catching on his pecs. The scent of their coupling mixed with laundry detergent—something absurdly domestic beneath the filthy slap of skin. Jake's breath hitched when she dug her heel into his ass, urging him deeper. "Harder," she gasped, and he obeyed without hesitation, slamming her against the vibrating metal hard enough to rattle the detergent bottles off the shelf. His rhythm faltered when she clenched around him again—this time intentionally—her inner muscles fluttering in waves. Jake's groan vibrated through her chest where they were pressed together. "Oh fuck, Linda—" His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing inside her. She watched his face contort—eyebrows knitted, lips parted around ragged breaths—as he fought not to come. Linda arched against the washer, the spin cycle's vibrations amplifying every sensation. She dragged her nails down his back, feeling the muscles ripple under sweat-slick skin. "Don't hold back," she whispered against his jaw, tasting salt. His breath hitched when she rolled her hips, taking him impossibly deeper. Jake's restraint shattered. He fucked into her with a groan, the washer's metallic protests drowning beneath the wet slap of skin. His thrusts grew erratic, each one punctuated by the clang of the machine against the wall. Linda's thighs trembled around him, her climax building like a storm surge—then breaking with a cry as Jake's fingers found her clit, rubbing rough circles. She came with a sob, her back arching off the vibrating metal. Jake's hips stuttered against hers, his rhythm faltering as her body milked him. "Shit—Linda—" His warning came too late. His cock pulsed inside her, hot and thick, his release hitting her deepest walls in spurts. Linda clutched him tighter, riding out the aftershocks as his hips jerked erratically. The washer's spin cycle slowed beneath them, its hum fading to a dull whir. Jake collapsed against her, his forehead damp against her shoulder, his breath ragged in her ear. His heartbeat thundered where their chests pressed together. She traced the sweat-slick hollow of his spine, smirking at how his cock twitched inside her—still half-hard despite his release. "Recovery time's impressive," she murmured, nipping his earlobe. Jake shuddered, his fingers flexing against her hips. The dryer beeped sharply beside them, making Jake flinch. Linda laughed—the sound throaty and spent—as he pulled out with a hiss, his cum dripping down her inner thigh. She hooked a finger under his chin, forcing his dazed eyes to meet hers. "Don't look so guilty, All-Star," she teased, swiping a thumb through the mess on her skin before sucking it clean. Jake's breath hitched audibly. Outside, gravel crunched under tires. Mark's Lexus purred into the driveway. Jake scrambled for his shorts, nearly tripping over the tangled fabric. Linda watched with lazy amusement as he hopped on one foot, his still-hard cock bobbing ridiculously. The porchlight flicked on. "Back door," she said, tossing him his damp tank top. Jake caught it one-handed, his other hand fumbling with his waistband. His cheeks burned brighter than when she'd had him buried inside her."   Bluehywy Comments: 2,162 Commented on Nov 30, 2025 "I would love to fuck her mouth!"   Bluehywy Comments: 2,162 Commented on Nov 30, 2025 "Mrs. Poindexter is one of my favorite reasons to jerk off."   der-o Comments: 497 Commented on Sep 16, 2025 "rrrrrrrrr.....nice Cock @a nice Lady..."   MarkoYens Comments: 4 Commented on Aug 14, 2025 "Does anyone have more photos or videos from Blackmagic ? Thank you"   Wildermann90 Comments: 73 Commented on Jul 23, 2025 "Fuck i am sure she is waiting their to tease the young room boy with her hot milfy ass"   Wildermann90 Comments: 73 Commented on Jul 23, 2025 "How many cocks she milked in her Lifestyle with that ass?"   Wildermann90 Comments: 73 Commented on Jul 23, 2025 "Hope they hired a young stripper for my wifs Bachelorette party... she likes them young near half her age if they have a big one"   Wildermann90 Comments: 73 Commented on Jul 23, 2025 "This is how my wife teases our young neighbor boy... everyone knew he has a boner watching her Sun bathing"   Fdh1250 Comments: 965 Commented on Jul 10, 2025 "Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: --- Tanner: "I... I don't understand why I have to do this," Tanner stammers, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he nervously clutches his briefs, the last shred of his dignity. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "Oh, Tanner, darling," Charlize purrs, her South African accent thick with sarcasm, "You know very well why. We're just giving you a little taste of the industry, isn't that right, Nics?" She winks at Nicole, who smiles wickedly. Tanner: *swallows hard, glancing around the opulent office for a sign of escape, his eyes lingering on the high windows that seem to mock his predicament.* "But... it's not right. I'm not some... some... toy for you to play with." Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "Toy?" Margot giggles, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You say that like it's a bad thing. We're just teaching you the rules of the game, Tanner. Now, drop those briefs. You don't want to keep three powerful women waiting, do you?" Tanner: *Trembling, Tanner slowly lets his briefs fall to the plush carpet. His heart thunders in his chest as he stands before them, utterly exposed. His mind races with fear, embarrassment, and a strange, unwelcome thrill.* Tanner: The camera shows his nude toned ass from behind and pans around to show his fully nude toned smooth body with gorgeous smooth incredibly long cock. SUMMARY^1: Tanner, an 18-year-old intern, is sexually harassed by the powerful businesswomen Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie. Despite his protests, they insist he be nude while they remain clothed, and he reluctantly complies. The camera captures his exposed, attractive body, including his long, smooth cock. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three of them lean in closer, their eyes hungrily devouring every inch of Tanner's exposed flesh. "Mmm, you're so much more... inspiring than we thought," Nicole says, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire. "Now, let's see that face of yours, darling. Turn around," she commands, her voice a sultry whisper that seems to caress his skin. Tanner: With a shiver, Tanner obeys, turning to face them. His cock, despite the tension in the room, is partially erect, a traitorous response to the situation. He tries to cover himself with his hands, but Charlize swats them away with a laugh. "No, no, let's not hide that gorgeous asset," she says, her eyes sparkling. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three of them lean back in their luxurious leather chairs, crossing their legs and folding their arms across their chests. They watch him intently, their gazes a mix of amusement, hunger, and power. The office, with its high ceilings and mahogany furnishings, seems to close in around him, amplifying the intensity of their scrutiny. The scent of their expensive perfumes fills the air, a heady bouquet that does little to ease the tightness in his chest. Nicole's eyes travel up and down his body, lingering on his cock with a predatory gaze. "You know, Tanner," she says, her voice low and seductive, "you're quite the specimen. We could use someone like you to... entertain us when things get dull around here." SUMMARY^1: Tanner faces the three fully-clothed businesswomen with his cock partially erect. They express desire and power over him, suggesting he could serve as their entertainment in dull moments at work. Tanner: Tanner's mind is racing as he tries to understand the gravity of the situation. He can't believe he's standing naked in front of these three Hollywood icons. The air feels thick with tension, and he's painfully aware of his vulnerability. His heart thuds in his chest, and he can feel the blood pulsing through his veins, his cock responding despite the fear coursing through him. He gulps, his eyes darting between them, trying to gauge their true intentions. "Entertain?" he echoes, his voice shaky. "What... what does that mean?" Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Nicole's eyes gleam with excitement. "Oh, you know, darling. A little bit of this, a little bit of that," she says, her hand making a vague, suggestive gesture. Margot's gaze is more direct, a smoldering look that sends a bolt of electricity through Tanner's body. "We might need to... inspect your 'assets' a bit more thoroughly," she says, her voice a seductive purr. Charlize nods in agreement, a smirk playing on her lips. "We can't have you representing us if you're not up to... our standards." Tanner: *Tanner's mind races with fear and arousal, his body betraying him as his cock stiffens fully under their gazes. He tries to keep his voice steady.* "I'm not sure what you're implying, but I'm here to work, not to... entertain," he says, his voice firm despite the quaver. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women share a knowing look, their smirks growing wider. "Oh, Tanner," Charlize says, leaning forward in her chair, "You're so innocent. But fear not, we're here to educate you on the finer points of office politics. Now, why don't you come closer so we can get a better look?" Tanner: Tanner takes a tentative step forward, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind the women offer a stark contrast to the shadowed corners of the office, where he imagines his escape. He tries to keep his eyes on their faces, but they keep drifting down to their crossed legs, the hint of cleavage, and the way their fingers tap impatiently on the arms of their chairs. The silence is deafening, filled only with the sound of his racing heart and the distant hum of the city below. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "Good boy," Charlize says, her eyes glinting. She uncrosses her legs and stands up, walking slowly towards Tanner. She circles him like a cat stalking its prey, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. "You see, Tanner, in our world, there are many different types of assets," she says, her voice dropping to a whisper as she runs a fingernail gently down his spine. "Some are more... tangible than others." Tanner: *Tanner's breath catches in his throat as Charlize's touch sends a shiver down his spine. He tries to hold his ground, but his legs feel like they might give out at any moment.* "What... what are you saying?" he stammers, his eyes flicking to the door, which seems to be getting farther and farther away. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "We're saying, darling," Nicole says, her eyes never leaving his, "That we need to make sure you're... suitable for the roles we have in mind for you. And we can't do that unless we're all on the same page." She stands up as well, her movements as fluid as a cat's, and joins Charlize in their slow circle around him. Tanner: Tanner's heart feels like it's going to explode as the two powerful women circle him, their eyes raking over his body as if he's a piece of art. He can feel the heat radiating from them, their desire palpable. The scent of their perfumes mingles with the faint aroma of leather from the furniture, creating an intoxicating cocktail that makes his head spin. His thoughts are a jumbled mess of fear, confusion, and an unwanted but undeniable attraction. He tries to keep his breathing steady, his eyes darting between the two of them, searching for a way out of this bizarre situation. The sound of their heels tapping on the floor echoes in his ears like a ticking clock, counting down to... what? He's not sure, but he knows he can't just stand there forever. With a deep breath, he finds his voice. "Look, I'm not here for... for that. I need this internship. Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't..." He trails off, unsure what to say next. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Charlize stops her slow pace and stands in front of Tanner, her emerald eyes boring into his. "You're here to learn, Tanner. And sometimes, the best way to learn is through experience." She leans closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "You're going to be the star of our little show, and trust me, you're going to love every minute of it." Nicole steps in from behind, her cool fingers brushing against the base of his neck, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. "We're not asking for much," she murmurs, her voice a siren's song. "Just a little demonstration of your... abilities." Margot saunters over, her red-soled heels clicking with each step. She stops beside Charlize, her blue eyes gleaming. "We need to know you can handle the pressure," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "We're going to test your... stamina." The three of them lean in closer, their bodies a wall of power and temptation, their lips curving into knowing smiles. Tanner: Tanner's eyes widen as the reality of the situation sinks in. His body responds to their nearness despite his mind screaming for him to flee. He can feel his cock pulsing, the anticipation of their touch a potent cocktail of fear and desire. His voice is barely a whisper when he says, "I... I don't know if I can do this." But as they crowd around him, their hands beginning to roam over his skin, he feels himself giving in to the thrill of the moment. He closes his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps as their fingers trace the contours of his body. He tries to think of anything else, but their scents, their whispers, their touch, it's all-consuming. His hands, which had been clenched at his sides, start to relax. The room seems to tilt, and suddenly, the only thing that matters is the feel of their bodies against his. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women, like a well-oiled machine of seduction, continue their exploration of Tanner's body. Charlize's fingers dance across his chest, her nails lightly scraping over his nipples, making them peak with pleasure. Nicole's cool hands glide down his back, sending a shiver through him, while Margot's soft touch caresses his thighs. "You're doing so well, Tanner," Charlize murmurs, her breath hot against his ear. "Just let go. We're going to show you a world you never knew existed." Nicole's hand reaches around to grasp his cock, stroking it gently, her grip firm but not painful. Margot leans in to kiss his neck, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Tanner: Tanner's body responds to their ministrations, his cock growing harder in Nicode's hand despite the fear that still lingers in the back of his mind. His breaths come faster, his chest rising and falling with the rapid rhythm of his heart. He can feel the heat of their bodies, the pressure of their breasts against his back and chest, the scent of their desire mingling with the expensive perfumes. He opens his eyes to find himself surrounded by a tableau of beauty and power, the three of them a vision of temptation he never thought he'd encounter. The fear is still there, but it's now intertwined with a heady mix of excitement and lust. He whispers, "What do you want from me?" His voice is a hoarse croak, barely audible over the rushing sound of his own pulse. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The women exchange a knowing glance, their smiles predatory. "We want you to prove your worth," Charlize says, her voice a silky promise of untold delights. She leans in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. "We need to know that you can satisfy us, Tanner." Nicode's hand begins to move in earnest, pumping his cock with a rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. Margot's hand snakes around to cup his balls, her grip firm but gentle. "We're going to make you an offer you can't refuse," she murmurs, her breath hot on his neck. Tanner: *Tanner's body arches instinctively, a moan escaping his lips as the pleasure builds. He feels like he's being stretched taut between them, their hands a maelstrom of sensation. He tries to form a coherent thought, but all he can manage is a strangled, "What... what kind of offer?"* Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three of them chuckle in unison, the sound echoing around the opulent office like a dark symphony. "Ah, so eager," Nicode says, her eyes gleaming as she tightens her grip. "We'll give you a chance to prove your worth, Tanner. You'll be our... personal project. If you can keep us satisfied, the internship is yours, along with some very special perks." Charlize's hand trails down his abs, her nails lightly digging into his skin as she speaks. "You'll have access to opportunities beyond your wildest dreams," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "But if you disappoint us..." She lets the sentence hang, the implication heavy in the air. Tanner: *Tanner's eyes dart between them, the reality of the situation crashing over him like a wave. The thought of failing is terrifying, but the allure of their power and the promise of success is intoxicating.* "I'll do my best," he says, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Charlize's eyes light up, a hint of challenge in her gaze. "Good boy," she says, her voice a velvet caress. Nicode tightens her grip on his cock, her thumb stroking the sensitive underside. Margot's hand moves up to trace his jawline, her thumb sliding over his bottom lip. "Let's see what you've got, Tanner," she says, her voice a seductive whisper. They guide him over to the large, gleaming conference table, the glass surface reflecting the city lights outside. The coolness of the glass against his heated skin sends a shiver through him. Charlize reaches for the button on her blazer, her movements deliberate and slow as she undoes it one button at a time, revealing a hint of the lacy lingerie beneath. "First, we'll need to see how well you can... perform under pressure," she says, her eyes never leaving his. Tanner: *Tanner's heart hammers in his chest as he's pushed gently onto the conference table. He can feel the coolness of the glass against his back, his legs dangling over the edge. The three women stand before him, their expressions a mix of amusement and anticipation. His mind reels with the implications of what they're asking of him, but his body responds with an eagerness he can't suppress. He looks up at them, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal.* "I... I'll do my best," he repeats, his voice a hoarse whisper. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women exchange a knowing smile, their eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, we know you will, Tanner," Nicode says, her hand still stroking his cock with a gentle but insistent rhythm. "But remember, this is just the beginning." Margot's hand moves to trace the line of his abs, her fingers dancing down towards his cock, which is now fully erect and pulsing in Nicode's grip. Charlize reaches out to cup his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You're going to be our little secret," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "And if you're a good boy, who knows what rewards you might earn?" Her hand slides down to join Margot's, their fingers intertwining as they both begin to stroke him. The room seems to shrink, the only sounds the rustle of their clothing and the soft moans that escape his lips. The world outside the windows feels a million miles away, replaced by the warmth of their touch and the scent of their desire. Tanner: *Tanner's hips buck involuntarily as their hands work in tandem, the sensations overwhelming. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each more conflicted than the last. He's never felt so objectified, so used, but also so... desired. The power dynamics in the room have shifted, and he's no longer just an intern. He's their plaything, their pawn, and the thrill of it sends a jolt of electricity through his body. He tries to focus, to think of a way out, but all he can feel is the building pressure in his cock and the heat of their bodies surrounding him.* "I... I'm not sure I can handle this," he gasps out, his voice a desperate plea. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The women share a knowing smile, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. "You'll manage," Charlize assures him, her voice a smooth purr. "After all, you're young, strong, and eager to please." She leans in closer, her breath hot against his cheek. "And we're going to make sure you do." Nicode's grip tightens, her strokes becoming more insistent as she feels his cock swell even further in her hand. Margot's hand leaves his chest to trace a path down his stomach, her nails lightly scoring the sensitive skin. "But remember," she says, her voice a warning, "This is just the first test. There'll be many more to come." The three of them lean in, their lips close to his ears, their words a seductive whisper. "And if you do well, Tanner, the world will be your oyster." Tanner: *Tanner's eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself teeter on the edge of climax. He tries to focus on anything else—the feel of the glass beneath him, the distant sounds of the city, the smell of leather and perfume—but it's no use. Their words, their touch, it's all too much.* "I... I'm going to... I'm going to...," he stammers, unable to finish the sentence. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women lean in closer, their eyes glued to Tanner's face as they feel his body tense beneath their hands. Charlize's smile widens, her teeth glinting in the soft office light. "Go ahead, darling," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "Let us see what you're made of." Nicode's strokes become more rapid, her grip tightening, while Margot's hand slides down to cup his ass, her nails digging in slightly. The pressure builds, and Tanner can't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, he comes, his seed spurting onto the glass conference table. The women watch, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and hunger. As the last tremors leave Tanner's body, they lean in, their lips brushing against his ear in unison. "Now, that's what we're talking about," they murmur, their voices a seductive harmony. Tanner: *Tanner's body goes slack, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He opens his eyes to see the three women still standing over him, their expressions a mix of amusement and approval. His cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.* "I... I did it," he says weakly, not sure what to make of the situation. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women exchange a knowing look, their smiles widening. "Very good," Charlize says, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out a handkerchief, offering it to Tanner with a graceful flourish. "Now, let's get cleaned up, shall we?" Nicode wipes the remaining droplets of cum from his cock with the cloth, her movements almost maternal in their tenderness. Margot's hand slides up his chest, her nails tracing light circles around his nipple, making it pebble under her touch. "You see, Tanner, this is just the beginning," she whispers, her voice a siren's call. "You've passed the first test, but there are many more to come." Tanner: *Tanner takes the handkerchief with trembling hands, his mind racing with the implications of what they've said. He cleans up as best he can, the fabric feeling rough against his sensitive skin.* "What... what happens next?" he asks, his voice still shaky from the intense release. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Charlize takes a step back, her heels clicking against the floor as she assesses him with a critical eye. "Next, you'll become an integral part of our little... operation," she says, her smile widening like a cat who's caught a particularly plump mouse. "You'll attend meetings with us, run errands, and be at our beck and call." Nicode's hand lingers on his thigh, her thumb idly stroking the skin. "And, of course, you'll continue to... entertain us whenever we need a little pick-me-up," she adds, her voice dripping with innuendo. Margot's eyes sparkle with mischief. "You'll be the best-kept secret in Hollywood," she says, her fingers playing with a loose strand of his hair. "But remember, Tanner, discretion is key. If anyone finds out about our little arrangement, it'll be the end of your career before it even starts." Tanner: *Tanner swallows hard, the weight of their words sinking in. He tries to sit up, his legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm. He's both terrified and exhilarated by the thought of being their secret plaything. He nods, his voice barely more than a whisper.* "I understand." Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The women stand back, watching him with a blend of satisfaction and expectation. "Good," Charlize says, her eyes lingering on his still-hard cock. "Now, let's discuss the terms of your... employment." Nicode steps aside, her hand sliding away from his thigh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Margot leans against the desk, her legs crossed at the ankles, a picture of casual elegance. "Firstly, you're not to speak of this to anyone. Not your friends, not your family, not even your reflection in the mirror," she says, her voice firm. Tanner: *Tanner nods, his mind racing with the gravity of what he's just agreed to.* "Of course, I understand," he says, his voice barely above a murmur. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women exchange a knowing smile, their eyes gleaming with victory. "Very good, Tanner," Charlize says, her voice smooth as silk. "Now, let's discuss your... duties. You'll be at our disposal whenever we need a distraction from the mundane," she says, her eyes raking over his body. Nicode's hand slides up his thigh, her fingers lightly grazing his balls. "And we expect you to perform to the best of your abilities at all times." Margot leans over the desk, her breasts pushing against the glass, the fabric of her blouse straining. "You'll find that we can be quite... demanding," she says, a wicked glint in her eye."   See All Comments | Add Comment

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