Scarlett evening(closed)

"I may adore redheads, but Scarlett is my whore and my love. You're not going to replace her. Not coming anywhere close. I don't care how many cocks you've taken, what you've done, or what you're willing to do, but I'm not going to leave her for you. Besides...you're not a natural redhead."

I needed to find Scarlett, but didn't know where. Couldn't call her and if she was with the Boss then he'll have protection. Perhaps this woman did. Hovering inches from her hot face I asked, "Where is she?"

The Boss smiled at the real Scarlett. She looked so pitiful. A woman so strong on the outside, the life of the party, a real pop of personality now a whimpering, cowering woman in front of her. Getting up and walking around towards her, he smiled, "I know that you get around. Your 'man' doesn't mind. You fuck ALOT. But, how come you never accepted any of my offers? I sent you a lot of pictures and offers, didn't you get them? I offered to put you up in fine hotels and have everything taken care of. All you had to do was entertain me and my friends!"
 
The woman smirk at his reply: " She is the boss, property and if she is a good whore, you wont die...she be delivered after serving his cock. she should of never refused him and now she has to pay for being a bad girl"

Scarlett : " you not the type to let go, we both know that...." *She looked up at him as she wrap her arms around his neck* " You always do favors for your friends...dont you want me for yourself only...?" *Kisses him* " I did not reply cause your like all the others that just wanna share me...if you offered just us...i would of accepted "
 
This woman was babbling. I needed information. She wasn't stupid enough to keep Scarlett's location on her. She was just the fall guy, keep me distracted while the Boss does God knows what to Scarlett.

"You're going to tell me where she is..." I sneered, but the fake redhead pursed her lips and smiled. It was going to cost me.

"You look nervous," said the Boss, "Why are you so nervous? I thought that being a model you would love to be getting all of the attention. A woman of your stature would love to be showered with affection and dicks and cream and all of that shit."

Walking behind her and placing his burly hands onto her small shoulders, pulling back her frame into the back of the seat and tenderly massaging them, trying to take the part of the tender lover, of which he was not because his form not only off he also had this strange smell to him and drawing in deep breaths sounded like a hungry lion and not in the good way. "I bet you can suck a golf ball through a garden hose."
 
Scarlets tried to relax a d act casual even though she knew, she was in danew,. She wish you would appear to her rescue...

She try not be obvious of her fear : " some times. ...I like 1 on 1....my pussy so sore from gang fucking..."
 
The Boss smiles, "So, you do like gangbangs," leaning in close to inhale the scent of her hair, still fresh. "Tell me, do you like to be on top or on the bottom?" looking her over and seeing down her top, he pegged her for being on the bottom, or at least in the middle.

For the impersonating Scarlett, she was more of the bottom. She wasn't going to give the information, I'd have to fuck it out of her. I didn't want to sugar coat it, make sweet tender love to her, or be cute and cuddly.

Taking her fit legs and draping them over my shoulders, the 'Scarlett' wrapped her yellow boots around my neck to draw me in as I took out my chubby and slapped her inner thighs with them.

Giggling and smiling, she watched as I tore a small hole in the fabric of her outfit big enough to plunge it inside of her. No lube or teasing, just shoved it right in and she jumped.
 
Scarlet act as naturally as she can; " middle ...except if the man in exptional,I enjoy being bottom"

The fake Scarlet moaned as you position her, getting even wetter as she felt her panties tare ; "oooh yeah , baby..."

Gasps as she feel your fat cock inside herm, grins : " fuck me, whore !"

Scarlet honestly found herself scared of boss demands, he had wrote thousand of letters and pictures, stalk her when she was near his location. She wondered how to get rid of him without getting you and her killed by his hands.
 
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The boss could see it in her eyes that she was scared. He found it pleasant if not flattering that she was scared of him, that just meant that he had full control over her. She was talking, but not being wholly defiant to his approach.

"I'd figure you to be the one on the bottom," leaning up against her from behind, his hot, musky breath rolling down the back of her neck making her hair stand on end. The Boss thought he was a real Romeo as his pressed his stomach against her shoulder blades. Flattering was not his strong suit. He thought he was being romantic would the sudden affection coming from the rear, but that was his stomach, the beer full keg he carried around and his breath reeked of booze. "I wouldn't worry about your boyfriend or your fuck buddy. Seriously, what is he to you?"

"No matter what you do, I'll never submit!" the fake Scarlett wailed as I thumped into her ass. She was being difficult, resisting and not giving in as I slammed my body into her, our skin coming together in terrific claps that echoed through the room, but her screaming was stunted by the impacts and it was funny to hear her try to same something on for it to be stopped when all of the air in her lungs was forced out by my thumping.
 
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