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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Fan Service: The Morning After\n\nRick tm belongs to Rick2Tails, Ashley Heartwood tm belongs to Serge Skunk, used with permission.\n\nCommissioned work by Roland Guiscard\n\nhttps://linktr.ee/rolandguiscard\n\n\tAshley yawned and rolled over a bit in her bed, surprised, but not too much so, to see there was someone else there. She sat up and fumbled with the hotel lamp, trying to get enough light to where she could see who it was. Hopefully she remembered the name, or at least the face.\n\n\tSaid face wrinkled and began blinking a bit, obviously blinded by the sudden appearance of light and the fact his glasses were on the bedside table. It was Rick, one of her fans, whom she'd picked up last night. Blearily she realized she must have failed to kick him out after last night's hookup, and fallen asleep directly after their little fuck-session. Indeed, her dick was still nasty from the night before, as was much of her crotch. 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One, she was hungry again, the crappy hotel pizza having long since failed to satisfy. She picked up the room service menu, and found, to her irritation, that breakfast was a ``Free Continental'' affair. She did NOT want to get washed, dressed, primped and prepared to be ``on'' for soggy eggs and sausage with the consistency of an automobile tire. She picked up her phone and hurriedly thumbed through a delivery app, reminding herself that the painfully high prices were, technically, tax deductible and covered by the LLC that her manager used for all business transactions. Steak and eggs, with a side of hashbrowns, but it wouldn't be here for over an hour. She could use the hotel's coffee machine, provided there was enough sugar. Plenty of time to solve problem number two.\n\n\tMorning wood had always been a problem for Ashley, and even years of hormones and surgery had done little to make it go away. Usually a quick wank at least made it go away for a few hours, but she was always horny again by noon. Not really a problem if it was a shooting day, but today was not a shooting day. It was a day of fake smiles and tight pants, and a boner was conducive to neither of those.\n\n\tFortunately, Rick hadn't left yet. Indeed, he was sitting there awkwardly, not sure if he should put on this clothes or not, or whether he'd overstayed his welcome by sleeping in her bed. At least he'd had the dignity not to grope her or try to go for a round two before she woke up. What a gentleman! And most of all, he was available, and had already taken her massive schlong at least once.\n\n\t``Hey...Rick is it? How about before you leave, you handle something else for me?'' She stood up, her erection now proudly standing erect in front of her. She grinned, and wagged it with her hand. ``Grab a wet towel, wash it off, and help me handle it huh?''\n\n\tHe didn't need any encouragement, instead letting out an incoherent string of appreciative words and dashing to the bathroom to grab, then wet, a towel, leaving his clothes from yesterday in a heap on the floor. He knelt down and began washing off the mess from yesterday, his tails wagging behind him in the manner of any pleased canine. It was a very pleasant feeling, and soon her length was wiped clean, the remnants of yesterday now disappeared. ``I uhm, don't have any more money or anything...You kinda cleaned me out already.''\n\n\tShe blew a puff out of her mouth and gave her most haughty and dismissive laugh. ``Sex toys don't pay, they play.'' It was a line from one of her films, and she hoped he'd get the reference, or at least like the implication. Given that he began sucking her dick, one or both of those were true, and she groaned in satisfaction as her horniness was finally being satisfied.\n\n\tShe was tempted to just grab his head and fuck his face, but being as he wasn't a professional, she wasn't entirely sure that would be fun for either of them. Teeth, gagging, choking, all pitfalls for the untrained. So instead, once she was sure she was as hard as she was going to get, she slid him off and helped him up on the bed, pulling him to the edge an pushing his tails aside, which he eagerly curled back.\n\n\tA little lube, some fingering, some probing, and soon he was as loose as he was last night, making it easy for Ashley to just slide right in. She groaned, pleased at the feeling of tightness around her length. Pros were always as blown out as a flat tire, long experience and a need to be ready for a shoot on short notice meant that they were like fucking a fleshlight that was ready for the trash. Rick felt good, felt like the way an amateur should, enthusiastic and whimpering with pleasure at every thrust. She groaned and worked her way in to the hilt, bending herself over him and humping, her big balls bouncing against her thighs with each eager forward thrust.\n\n\tIt was certainly working her cock, and from the way Rick was moaning, it was working his prostate, but it wasn't quite enough for her at the moment. Pulling out and pausing for breath, she mounted the bed, grabbing Rick by the ankle and flipping him over, then grabbing his other ankle and angling him for an ass-up, shoulders-in style piledriver. She grinned, knowing that this was one of her favorites, both on and off camera. Something about it just got her going, and more importantly, cumming. After all, the food was on its way, and she wanted to at least rinse, towel off, and throw on a bathrobe before the delivery boy got here. Having her open the door with her tits and dick out was sexual harassment outside of the movies.\n\n\tShe practically bent Rick in half, leaning forward to fuck his ass, her tits bouncing as she used his ankles for leverage and really dug her massive cock in there. He was taking it like a champ, his own length bouncing, dribbling, and eventually cumming, splattering his own chest and face with mess. Not bad. She liked it when she made her playthings cum. It made her want to cum.\n\n\tShe didn't hold back, knowing she was short on time, and she needed to either get off now or not at all. She didn't have time to do this, eat, and then try it again. Plus, the feel of Rick's ass around her cock just felt good. He wasn't trying to show off, wasn't trying to squeeze or flex, he was just letting her fuck him. And she loved that. On the set she was only pretending to be in charge. With a fanboy like this, she actually was.\n\n\tHer orgasm was the swift and satisfying kind. 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She had several boys and girls like this, in dozen cities, and more was always better. Especially since none of them had showed up at this con.\n\n\tShe then scooted back into the shower, intending to wash fast. Damn food would be here any minute. Steak and eggs and maybe, just maybe, a third round if she had time before noon. Not bad for a Sunday morning.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Fan Service: The Morning After

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\tAshley yawned and rolled over a bit in her bed, surprised, but not too much so, to see there was someone else there. She sat up and fumbled with the hotel lamp, trying to get enough light to where she could see who it was. Hopefully she remembered the name, or at least the face.

\tSaid face wrinkled and began blinking a bit, obviously blinded by the sudden appearance of light and the fact his glasses were on the bedside table. It was Rick, one of her fans, whom she'd picked up last night. Blearily she realized she must have failed to kick him out after last night's hookup, and fallen asleep directly after their little fuck-session. Indeed, her dick was still nasty from the night before, as was much of her crotch. She made a mental note to include an apology with the tip for the room service later this morning.

\tAs she yawned and stretched, prompting Rick to do the same, she scratched herself and pondered her situation. The crappy hotel alarm clock said it was 8 AM - rather early by her standards, and a full four hours before she needed to be back on the floor for the Sunday signing session followed by a concluding ceremony at four. She'd need to spend at least an hour putting on makeup, doing her hair, and squeezing into a slutty-but-covering dress for all that mess. So that meant she had at least three hours to kill, and like hell she wanted to spend any of it wandering around and being stopped for photos and autographs she'd have to politely turn down. Someday, she had to go to one of these cons as an attendee rather than a guest, ideally with some beefy dude in tow to keep off the fans with faux possessiveness.

\tFor now, though, she had two problems. One, she was hungry again, the crappy hotel pizza having long since failed to satisfy. She picked up the room service menu, and found, to her irritation, that breakfast was a ``Free Continental'' affair. She did NOT want to get washed, dressed, primped and prepared to be ``on'' for soggy eggs and sausage with the consistency of an automobile tire. She picked up her phone and hurriedly thumbed through a delivery app, reminding herself that the painfully high prices were, technically, tax deductible and covered by the LLC that her manager used for all business transactions. Steak and eggs, with a side of hashbrowns, but it wouldn't be here for over an hour. She could use the hotel's coffee machine, provided there was enough sugar. Plenty of time to solve problem number two.

\tMorning wood had always been a problem for Ashley, and even years of hormones and surgery had done little to make it go away. Usually a quick wank at least made it go away for a few hours, but she was always horny again by noon. Not really a problem if it was a shooting day, but today was not a shooting day. It was a day of fake smiles and tight pants, and a boner was conducive to neither of those.

\tFortunately, Rick hadn't left yet. Indeed, he was sitting there awkwardly, not sure if he should put on this clothes or not, or whether he'd overstayed his welcome by sleeping in her bed. At least he'd had the dignity not to grope her or try to go for a round two before she woke up. What a gentleman! And most of all, he was available, and had already taken her massive schlong at least once.

\t``Hey...Rick is it? How about before you leave, you handle something else for me?'' She stood up, her erection now proudly standing erect in front of her. She grinned, and wagged it with her hand. ``Grab a wet towel, wash it off, and help me handle it huh?''

\tHe didn't need any encouragement, instead letting out an incoherent string of appreciative words and dashing to the bathroom to grab, then wet, a towel, leaving his clothes from yesterday in a heap on the floor. He knelt down and began washing off the mess from yesterday, his tails wagging behind him in the manner of any pleased canine. It was a very pleasant feeling, and soon her length was wiped clean, the remnants of yesterday now disappeared. ``I uhm, don't have any more money or anything...You kinda cleaned me out already.''

\tShe blew a puff out of her mouth and gave her most haughty and dismissive laugh. ``Sex toys don't pay, they play.'' It was a line from one of her films, and she hoped he'd get the reference, or at least like the implication. Given that he began sucking her dick, one or both of those were true, and she groaned in satisfaction as her horniness was finally being satisfied.

\tShe was tempted to just grab his head and fuck his face, but being as he wasn't a professional, she wasn't entirely sure that would be fun for either of them. Teeth, gagging, choking, all pitfalls for the untrained. So instead, once she was sure she was as hard as she was going to get, she slid him off and helped him up on the bed, pulling him to the edge an pushing his tails aside, which he eagerly curled back.

\tA little lube, some fingering, some probing, and soon he was as loose as he was last night, making it easy for Ashley to just slide right in. She groaned, pleased at the feeling of tightness around her length. Pros were always as blown out as a flat tire, long experience and a need to be ready for a shoot on short notice meant that they were like fucking a fleshlight that was ready for the trash. Rick felt good, felt like the way an amateur should, enthusiastic and whimpering with pleasure at every thrust. She groaned and worked her way in to the hilt, bending herself over him and humping, her big balls bouncing against her thighs with each eager forward thrust.

\tIt was certainly working her cock, and from the way Rick was moaning, it was working his prostate, but it wasn't quite enough for her at the moment. Pulling out and pausing for breath, she mounted the bed, grabbing Rick by the ankle and flipping him over, then grabbing his other ankle and angling him for an ass-up, shoulders-in style piledriver. She grinned, knowing that this was one of her favorites, both on and off camera. Something about it just got her going, and more importantly, cumming. After all, the food was on its way, and she wanted to at least rinse, towel off, and throw on a bathrobe before the delivery boy got here. Having her open the door with her tits and dick out was sexual harassment outside of the movies.

\tShe practically bent Rick in half, leaning forward to fuck his ass, her tits bouncing as she used his ankles for leverage and really dug her massive cock in there. He was taking it like a champ, his own length bouncing, dribbling, and eventually cumming, splattering his own chest and face with mess. Not bad. She liked it when she made her playthings cum. It made her want to cum.

\tShe didn't hold back, knowing she was short on time, and she needed to either get off now or not at all. She didn't have time to do this, eat, and then try it again. Plus, the feel of Rick's ass around her cock just felt good. He wasn't trying to show off, wasn't trying to squeeze or flex, he was just letting her fuck him. And she loved that. On the set she was only pretending to be in charge. With a fanboy like this, she actually was.

\tHer orgasm was the swift and satisfying kind. Her thrusts stopped, she grunted, she held herself a bit, biting her lower lip, her grip getting firm around Rick's ankles as she unloaded into him like a busted water main. It was sincerely satisfying. And would hopefully keep her flaccid and polite until sometime after four.

\tExhausted again, she collapsed on the bed, letting Rick fall into a heap next to her, and checked her phone. Delivery was still 15 minutes away. More than enough time for a quick wash and dry. She hopped up and almost ran to the shower, but stopped at the bathroom door to look at Rick. He was panting, smiling, and clearly at a loss for words. She grinned, and went to her suitcase, fishing out a rubber bracelet that said, in large block letters, ``ASHLEY'S BACKSTAGE PASS <3''

\t``Lemme wash up, then you can get a wash and get back to your own room. But if you're ever at another con with me, wear this and show it to my staff. Then they'll know.'' She winked. She had several boys and girls like this, in dozen cities, and more was always better. Especially since none of them had showed up at this con.

\tShe then scooted back into the shower, intending to wash fast. Damn food would be here any minute. Steak and eggs and maybe, just maybe, a third round if she had time before noon. Not bad for a Sunday morning.

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