date : September 1994
Location: Alexander's House in LA
Connection: Producer of 'friends'
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Alexander sits back, panting on the silk sheets. The smooth luxury sheet contrasting with the raw and primal scene unfolding before him.
He watched with a smug smile, a sense of satisfaction and ownership washing over him;
Three of the most recognizable faces in America are splayed out before him, their bodies glistening with a mix of sweat and his own jiss.
Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, and Lisa Kudrow women who have infiltrated into every house of America, and on there way to global stardom.
Now marked with his scent, his touch and his power.
He controls his breath, his semihard cock, begins to swell again, as he strokes it slowly, his eyes never leaving the women before him.
Aniston and Cox lean in, their tongues lapping at the residue of his release on their chins and necks. They meet in a kiss a slow, sensual dance of tongues, a shiver down Alexander's spine.
Kudrow, caught between them, is held down as the other two women explore each other.
soon they were on her, their lips and tongues tracing patters on her skin, tasting every inch of her.
The room fills with the sound of their moist kisses and occasional moan, a symphony of desire, it stokes a fire in him.
Alexander's hand wraps around his shaft, stroking slowly as he watches the scene unfold. The power he holds over these women is intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and lust.
His strokes becoming more intense, though he slows down for the pleasure awaiting him.
Aniston and Cox break their kiss, their breaths mingling as they turn their attention to Alexander. Their bodies are shiny with spit, their lips swollen and glistening.
They share a look and have to come to an understanding, Aniston gets comfortable next to Lisa, while Cox crawls towards him.
her movements feline and predatory, a stark contrast to the submissive positions she had just been in.
Alexander smirks, his lips twitching with amusement and anticipation. He knew what she wants, and he's more than willing to give it to her.
He yanks Courteney Cox by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. She straddles him, her eyes locked onto his, a mix of defiance and desire burning in their depths.
As she leans in to kiss him, he stops her, his hand gripping her jaw firmly.
"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice a low growl. She complies, her lips parting slightly.
He spits into her throat, a primal claim of ownership.
while the women watching - Aniston coos softly, a sound of approval and encouragement, while Kudrow "ew" makes a face, a mix of disgust and amusement.
Alexander throws his head back and laughs, a deep, throaty sound that resonates through the room. He's on a power trip, and he's loving every minute of it.
He slaps Courteney's ass, a sharp sting that makes her jump, her body responding with a gush of wetness.
She turns onto her knees, her elbows on the bed as she presents herself to him, her ass in the air.
She pulls a pillow, resting her head on it, her body arched in offering. She reaches back, stretching her ass cheeks with both hands, exposing herself to him completely.
Alexander closes in on her, his body pressing against hers as he grabs her waist. He teases her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her before pulling back, a slow, torturous dance that has them both panting with need. "Mmm... please give it to me, boss," Courteney begs, her voice a husky whisper. He obliges, slowly driving into her, her tight channel hugging his cock like a glove. He takes his time, savoring the feel of her, the way her body clenches around him, milking him for all he's worth.
Aniston with her fingers in her box, feeling left out, climbs onto Kudrow, straddling her face. She begins to ride her, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind as she chases her own pleasure.
Alexander watches, his cock throbbing in time with the rhythm of their movements.
His hand finds its way to Lisa Kudrow's pussy, first he grabs it like his gonna be the future president of America, then his fingers exploring her folds with a familiarity that comes from years of knowing a women's body.
She's sensitive, her body responding to his touch with a shuddering moan.
He rubs his palm against her, feeling the heat of her sex, the wetness that coats his hand. He teases her clit, rolling it between his fingers, before delving deeper, his fingers probing her entrance.
As his full length is sheathed inside her, he begins to move, his hips snapping against hers in a fast, hard rhythm. The room fills with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the wet squelching of her pussy as it gushes around his cock. He can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she climbs higher and higher. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucks her harder, chasing her release with a single-minded focus.
Not forgetting Kudrow, Alexander inserts two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out with a practiced ease. He can feel her inner muscles clenching, her body responding to his touch as he brings her to the brink of ecstasy. Her moans fill the room, a harmonious duet with the wet sounds of their fucking. As Courteney's orgasm crests, her pussy clenching around his cock in a series of rhythmic pulses, Alexander pulls out, his cock throbbing with the need for release. He sprays his load onto Courteney's back, the warm liquid coating her skin as she collapses onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
Kudrow, her body wracked with her own orgasm, squirts onto the sheets, her release coinciding with Alexander's. He watches, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Aniston climbs off Kudrow and takes his cock into her mouth. He's sensitive from his recent release, so he sets the pace, grabbing her face and slowly fucking her mouth, his hips moving in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
He can feel her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips tight and wet as she sucks him off, her eyes never leaving his.
"Looks like we know who gives the best blowjobs" at this the other women look with raised head.
Aniston having taken his full length and not chocking or struggling she stays there, like she intents to pass out then give up. (an: khabib gif insert)
Alexander pulls her of him, and watch's her gasp for air.
He was back at full must.
He lay Aniston on her back, his body covering hers, as he positioned himself between her legs.
Her eyes, a deep, expressive blue, meet his, and for a moment, they share an intense, silent exchange. He can see the desire burning in her gaze, mirroring his own hunger.
Between her legs, his knees press into the mattress as he leans down, his chest pressing against hers.
Their hearts beat in sync.
An intense and intimate connection passing between them as he lets her guide his cock. Aniston reaches down, her hand wrapping around his cock, guiding him into her wet, waiting pussy.
He can feel the wetness coating his shaft as he presses against her, the head of his cock teasing her clit before he slowly pushes in. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes never leaving his as he fills her, inch by inch, their bodies connecting in the most intimate of ways.
He fucks her with a romantic pace, his movements slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the rough and dominant way he took Courteney, or the teasing he had Lisa go through.
He begins to move, his hips rotating in a slow, deliberate motion, drilling into her core. His strokes long and deep, designed to build her pleasure gradually. He can feel her inner muscles clenching around him, her body responding to his touch as he takes her on a journey of ecstasy.
Alexander," she whispers, her voice a husky moan, "faster."
He obliges, increasing his pace, his hips snapping against hers in a steady, relentless rhythm. He can feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard and erect, rubbing against his skin, adding to the sensations coursing through his body.
Having already cummed thrice, Alexander's stamina is longer this round, his body able to withstand the pleasure as he focuses on giving Aniston the release she deserves.
Aniston wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper, harder. He can feel her clenching his dick, her motions meeting his as they move in sync.
"Alexander," she gasps, breaking the kiss, "I'm close."
he can feel it, the way her body tenses, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. He increases his pace, his hips moving in a blur, his body coated in a sheen of sweat as he chases her release.
"Cum for me, Jen," he growls, his voice a low, primal command.
And she does, her body convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure wash over her. He can feel her pussy pulsing around his cock, the spasms of her orgasm milking him, drawing him deeper into her. He rides out her release, his body moving in sync with hers, their connection intense and overwhelming.
As her orgasm subsides, he slows his pace, his hips moving in a lazy, sensual rhythm, drawing out her pleasure, making her feel every inch of him.
He then slowly pulls out his whole length still hard as nails.
he looks to his side.
Lisa and Courteney on this stomachs with there asses raised in offering.
"Fuck me," they both say, their voices a chorus of need and desire.
They glare at each other.
"hey you went first" Courteney said.
"but didn't you get to cum on his dick"
Courteney, knowing she might lose the battle, turns to Alexander, her eyes half-lidded and seductive. "You can take my virginity," she purrs.
alexander looked at her in confusion for a sec, than started laughing and he closed in on her.
"you dirty slut" Lisa spat on her.
then knowing she lost she held Courteney's checks apart and spat on her puckered star.
Alexander, his cock hard getting another pump, closes in on Courteney, his body pressing against hers as he positions himself at her entrance.
He teases her, the head of his cock pressing against her before pulling back, a torturous dance that has them both panting with need.
"Please, boss," Courteney begs, her voice a husky whisper. "Fuck my asshole." He obliges, slowly driving into her, her virgin channel hugging his cock like a glove.
He takes his time, savoring the feel of her, the way her body clenches around him, milking him for all he's worth.
The room is filled with the sounds of their fucking, a symphony of moans, wet slaps, and primal grunts as Alexander claims Courteney's virginity, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm.
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