My Pick Up Artist System

*Author's Note: This is chap 1/2 of the R-18 scene. Edited the note in the last chap, keeping that as a separate 1-parter scene.

As Camila wondered what dicksaster her mouth caused now...Ben laughed as he sat up on the bed and repositioned himself. Soon, he was sitting on his knees, near her crotch, as he yanked both of her legs toward him.

Frowning, she knew what was next. 'Tch…I have to fuck this pinche mariachi again…'

It was a good call. She did.

After caressing her legs in those black tights, Ben then glanced down and grinned. There, between her thighs, was the area where he ripped an opening earlier, and now, he was going to cumplete the cycle of furshadowing…

*Slap* *Slap*

As he slapped his dick on her pussy, he enjoyed observing her hateful expression as she squirmed from her high sensitivity. He liked that almost as much as the scene of her cute slit below, still covered in liquid from all the excitement it received earlier. 'She's not a virgin anymore so I don't have to hold back.' As a hero in his own mind, Ben convinced himself that he showed her mercy last time…

Either way though, it was time to boogie. Lowering his manhood, he lined it up with her slit, and entered…

"Nnn~" Camila looked away as her face turned red. This was the second time she was having sex with him, a man.

The first occasion was detestable enough, so much so that after, she swore it wouldn't happen again, which was one of the reasons she made this desperate attempt to steal his things. She believed if she didn't act, he could come and use her whenever. She never expected that her fear would come true even sooner than she thought and all because of her own folly.

As Ben filled her up, she gritted her teeth, hoping he'd finish with her soon. However, his idea was different. He wanted to enjoy her as long as possible, and with her velvety narrow walls squeezing his member, he verified how much he favored that well-laid plan…

So, he began to slide in and out of her, fucking this sexy lesbian one on one. In fact, he thought it was a shame Miyuki wasn't here. 'Should I go wake her up?'

He decided against it though, realizing that knocking on her door in the middle of the night for a random threesome with another girl might not be the best sales pitch...

"Ang~" As for Camila, although she hated that it was happening, her body still couldn't resist heating up. After all, Ben knew how to please a woman by now. Looking away, she cursed him in her thoughts even more for making her feel this way. Soon though, her curses became vocal, and more general than targeted.

"Fuck…" Breathing heavy, Camila clutched the sheets on both sides, as she lifted her head and watched Ben's thick monster thrusting into her…

At the same time, he also found the sights and sensations incredible. Holding her narrow legs on his shoulders, he arched forward, so he could get a better angle to reach the bottom of her insides, and from there, he pounded her.

*Slap* *Slap*

His balls slapped against her pussy, as he rammed her! Piledrived into her!

"Ahnn~" Camila's eyes closed, as she moaned below him. She didn't want to watch a man giving her such pleasure. Once was enough. She could write that off as a fluke, but the last thing she wanted to do was make a habit of it.

As pleasure consumed her body, she tried to come up with something, anything, that could at least take her mind from reality, and soon, she generated an idea. While Ben fucked her, Camila shut her eyes, and imagined Melissa McCarthy.

…

Yes, it worked for lesbians too... Too bad for Camila though, Ben was one step ahead of the game. Watching Camila's face bunched up like she'd eaten a lemon, he narrowed his eyes. 'I bet, she's picturing a fatty.'

...

Great minds thought alike…when greatness was measured in degeneracy…

In fact, Ben wasn't aware that his psychic abilities were even more outstanding than this when it came to gut-gals…since both of them shared the same go-to mental panic button of that specific actress…

Regardless, since he understood Camila's tactic, how could Ben not have a counterattack? As for what that was? He kept it simple--storm the trenches! He fucked her harder!

So hard that it broke her out of her distraction!

*Slap* *Slap*

When he saw Camila open her eyes because the sensations from below were too potent, he smirked at her. "Stay with the pleasure. Don't shut this out."

Camila wriggled below but he only gave it to her harder! "Look at your pussy. The first orgasm was made from the asses of heroes. Like the first monkeys shot into others. Without pleasure, without fucking nice, we would have nothing!

She tried not to think of the word "penis" or "flesh."

So Ben pounder her harder, forcing her to pay attention! "Stop it! This is your pleasure! This is your burning vagina! It's right here!"

Keeping her eyes shut, Camila shook her head and winced, as if she was struggling to send her mind to her cave to find her power actress…

In response, Ben pushed deeper than ever! Forcing her awake again! "No! Don't deal with it the way those fatty-chasers do! Come on!"

That, forced Camila to open her eyes and stare at him with suspicion. 'Is he…'

Seeing she was gaining awareness, Ben nodded. "What you're feeling is premature enlightenment, and possibly, pre-cum…"

As he continued pile-driving on top of her, Camila gasped. 'He is!'

Ben shook his head in disappointment. "This is the greatest moment of your life! And you're off in a Krispy Kreme somewhere, missing it…"

*Slap* *Slap*

Camila couldn't take it anymore. "You're…you're re-enacting the chemical burn scene from Fight Club!"

…

Ben smiled from ear to ear…

"Ahnn~" He was really giving it to her good. Yet, she wouldn't admit it! Not only that a man was pleasuring her, but that while doing it, he managed to parody an entire scene from Fight Club!

…

However, Ben didn't need her to admit it. He only needed her body…and as he continued railing it, whether Camila admitted it or not, the stimulation was too much for her!

"Mmmnn, Fuckkk~" She was having an orgasm again!

…

A short while later, with Camila still twitching below him, Ben smiled as he looked down at her. "Congratulations, you're one step closer to me hitting your bottom."

...

"Huh?" Camila didn't understand this pun, but she soon would.

Finished resting, although Ben enjoyed looking at her beautiful face and breasts, he wanted to see her thick Latina booty. So, he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. There, as Camila laid flat on her belly, he climbed on top of her, realigning his manhood with her hole…and putting it back in!

"Haa~" She raised her head and cried, before glancing over her shoulder at Ben, who posted his arms near her face, and began pounding into her from the top! Bouncing himself off her thick ass!

From this position, Ben dove even deeper inside her love-cave…savoring the bounce of her booty cushioning the end of his thrusts.

*Slap* *Slap*

Like that, he stretched her out. However, even though this was wonderful, after a while, something else caught his sight—her cute little butthole…peeking out of that ripped area of clothing…

Smirking, Ben knew it was time to hit her bottom... 'Yea. If she didn't learn her lesson last time, she won't this time, not unless I take it to the next level.'

All of a sudden, he stopped thrusting and pulled out of her, leaning upright as he grabbed her delicious asscheeks and kneaded them...while at the same time, spreading them apart.

Camila turned to look at him. "What are you doing?"

Ben sneered. "Regarding how I'm going to punish you, I'll need to analyze it…"

She squinted for a few seconds wondering what he meant, but when she saw spit drop from his mouth…soon landing on her asshole…her eyes bulged. "You're not…"

It took her long enough, but she got the pun…and was about to get the fun...

However, as a proper rapid-fire jokester, Ben already forgot about the joke. "I'm not what?" Instead, his face turned icy as he looked at her.

Seeing his expression, her objection got stuck in her throat.

"Do you believe I won't send what I have on you to the dean tomorrow?"

With that threat, Camila gritted her teeth but kept quiet.

Ben snorted. "Don't forget, this is all your doing. From the beginning, you've been the one creating these problems. If you didn't break in here tonight, I would've let you go."

Camila's face turned pale at that declaration. 'No…did I create this mess for myself for no reason?'

"Now though, I can see you're going to cause problems if I don't have an eye on you. So with that in mind, today, we'll start with your brown-eye…"

'FUCK!!!' Camila cursed in her head, wishing she'd never met this villain. However, this was only one more thing on top of the pile of humiliation she already had to endure. She believed it couldn't be so bad. So, as she buried her face in the sheets, she sighed. "Just do it, then."

Ben was already in the process. Having lubed up her tight butthole, he lined the tip of his dick with it, and slowly entered.