Camren G!p Smut

Such Great Heights 2

This is the second part
Again this story isn't mine
Got it from tumblr

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Warning: G!P Lauren.

Since that first unforgettable night, Camila hadn't been able to get Lauren out of her mind. She had broken up with Austin, for good, and ignored any attempt of reconciliation because it was finally time to move on. But how? With Lauren? She had no feelings for her. She just felt a strong attraction for someone who not only knew how to talk to her body, but saw through her mind too. The brain - as Lauren told her - craved for the black haired girl's touch, the sounds she couldn't help but make and the scent that charmed her like a drug.
That's why she stood in front of the fine wooden door, pondering whether to ring the doorbell or just turn around on her heels and walk away from "that" office. A golden plate with the names "Jauregui & Malik" shone proudly on the door, luring the clients into taking the last step and join the "dark" side of pleasure. Taking a deep breath, she pressed on the doorbell and waited. Loud voices could be heard, along with steps getting closer until the door was swung open and a very attractive brunette man stood on the threshold.
"May I help you, Miss?" The handsome man smiled charmingly at the Broadway starlet, who gulped down and nodded shyly without uttering a word. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I was looking for Lauren. Lauren Jauregui" The singer stepped inside the luxury office and looked around, taking in every small detail about the furniture or the pictures on the walls. Two wide windows allowed to have a great view of the 5th Avenue and the sight was so breathtaking; for a brief moment, she wondered how these two young adults could afford all of this, but then she remembered that they were not "street workers". Their clients were probably loaded with money and that explained the hotel rooms, high quality services and this spacious loft.
"Lauren is currently with a client, Miss. May I provide my own help or pass a message?" The man poured her a glass of some amber liquid and smiled charmingly at her, although it didn't affect her in any way. Lauren's smile had made her weak in the knees and sent jolts of pleasure in places she had forgotten about. He was handsome, but not for her.
"I would like to schedule another appointment. Same place and same hour, if possible." Camila took a sip from the glass and cringed at the taste. Scotch never was her kind of drink. She placed her own business card on the table and stood up from the comfortable leather chair. "My contacts are all here, if anything happens and she can't make it." Smiling at him, she walked out of the door not to pay too much attention to the weird discomfort she had felt, when she had known Lauren was with a client. Someone who wasn't her.
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When Lauren opened the door, dressed in a more casual attire – un-tucked white blouse, black pants and black heels - Camila felt her pulse race more and a slow drop of sweat trickling down her spine, dying on the hem of her thong that she had purchased for the occasion. The first time, she was too nervous to even think about a sexier outfit, but this time she couldn't miss the opportunity to make an impression.
"You look stunning tonight, Camila." Lauren locked the hotel door and led the silent brunette inside the familiar hotel room. Same bed. Same lingering smell of vanilla filling the air. Same dim lights. The black haired girl surely knew how to create the right "ambient" for her client and even if the satisfaction primarily came from her sexual skills, the atmosphere surely added value to the whole ensemble. "Do you prefer red or white wine?" She smiled at the distracted singer, who snapped back to reality at the sound of her smooth and husky voice.
"I broke up with Austin..." Camila blurted out, puzzling the black haired girl escort who raised a perfect eyebrow in confusion. "My boyfriend. Well, my ex-boyfriend given the recent events. I...after our night together, I couldn't stay with him because it felt wrong and odd, you know? I am young and I shouldn't limit my options, because I cannot let go of my past who turned into a burden too heavy to carry along.. I had never slept with anyone else but him and I realized how much I was missing out and I don't want to do that anymore, you get what I mean? Oh my god, I am rambling and you probably think I am some naive small town girl who can't think outside the box." The singer looked away in embarrassment, until soft fingers lifted her chin and Lauren's hazelnut eyes met hers.
"I come from a small town in Texas, Camila. Do you think I don't know how it feels like being trapped in a life that doesn't feel like yours, anymore? With my condition, I had to hide because my family was ashamed of me. I had no friends, besides Zayn." The black haired girl kept her gaze on the brunette, who relaxed at her touch and loosely gripped on her slender waist. "Let's get you in that bathtub, you definitely need a long relaxing time surrounded by bubbles and scented candles."
Less than twenty minutes later, Camila was leaning back against the black haired girl's knees as bubbles covered most part of her exposed body. Lauren sat on the edge of the tub, the warm water reached around her mid calves as her hands kneaded the knots in the brunette's tensed shoulders. The singer's eyes closed in pleasure, she had died to get a professional massage since forever, but she had never found time and the right company since Shawn didn't like to have hands placed upon him, unless they were his boyfriend's ones.
"Have you always wanted to come to New York, Camila?" Lauren's voice was soft. Almost softer than her touch, that had moved to each side of her neck and was gently rolling her head from side to side.
"It's been my goal since I learnt how to spell Broadway." Camila chuckled and looked up at the black haired girl, who wore an equally entertained smile. "My dads raised me with show tunes and Barbra Streisand's movies and when I was 10, they even built a small stage in our basement. I never stopped loving music and that's why I became the Glee Club captain at my High School, although it was never as popular as the cheerleading or football team. That's where I met Shawn - my best friend - and Austin..."
"Your ex-boyfriend." The black haired girl reached for the sponge and dipped it in the warm water, before slowly dragging it over the back of the brunette's neck where her hair started. Her fingers trailed downwards, between her shoulders and then to the right, to trace the small music note tattooed there. "Is he a music lover, like you are?" The sponge was temporarily forgotten, as she leaned down to drop a lingering kiss on the small tattoo that made Camila shiver in pleasure.
"He...he was a football player with a very challenging body coordination." The singer turned her head to the side, to look over her shoulder and not miss the way Lauren was kissing her exposed shoulder. She was so alluring. With those piercing eyes and perfect lips. She had to taste them. Slowly, she turned around in the bathtub - trying to minimize the water splashing and ending up on the floor - to catch the black haired girl's lips for a passionate kiss. Wet hands cupped the older woman's face, who braced herself on each side of the tub to keep her lips against the naked brunette and not to fall into the water with her. "Take these clothes off and join me." Camila tugged at the zipper of her black pants, teasingly playing with it and making her cock twitch.
Lauren could only nod and step carefully out of the tub, just to take her clothes off and leave them in a mess by the sink. Once naked, she retrieved a condom from the cabinet under the sink and slipped inside the tub between the brunette's legs. Camila's hands grabbed onto each side of her face, joining their lips for a more heated kiss as their naked bodies writhed in the slightly cooler water. Bubbles surrounded their frames as they pressed intimately, in the dim light coming from the candles lit around the room. Camila's head was thrown back in pleasure, exposing more skin to the black haired girl who had started trailing hot kisses up and down her tanned and wet skin; while her hands had found purchase of the girl's toned backside, pulling her closer to grind their lower bodies together. The black haired girl's erection was a relief against her throbbing folds. It rubbed deliciously up and down, massaging them with the bulbous head that teased but never slipped inside of her.
"Follow me and sit back against me." Lauren nibbled on the brunette's ear before moving on the opposite edge of the tub, leaning back against its back. She helped the brunette situate herself in her lap, with her back against her chest and her legs draped over her parted knees. "I bet you will love this." Her mouth whispered huskily into Camila's ear, who couldn't help but search for her lips, once again. She had grown addicted to the black haired girl's lips, plus it was not against the rules.
"God, I need you to touch me." Camila whimpered in those luscious lips, while her hips bucked up to grind against the black haired girl's left palm that was tugging at her short curls under the water. "You really like teasing me, huh?" The singer's hand gripped onto the back of the escort's head to keep their lips glued together, as her other hand grabbed Lauren's wrist to lead it where she needed her the most. 
"Told you, Camz. Patience is a virtue." The black haired girl sucked her pouty lower lip in her mouth as she pressed onto the water jet button, making the brunette writhe in pleasure in her own lap. "That's it, baby." She whispered against the girl's mouth, knowing how the water was hitting right where she needed it so desperately. The water was hot and strong. It was massaging the underside of her throbbing clit with continuity, while her hand took care of the rest.
"God, this is so good." The singer let small sob of pleasures out. Her hips kept bucking up and down, adjusting to the new source of pleasure and - at the same time - grinding her ass back into the black haired girl's erect appendage. "I love this, so much." She moaned against the black haired girl's mouth and brought their lips back together, while her hips canted forward in need to get a quicker release.
"I was quite sure you would." Slender fingers trailed down the brunette's tensed stomach, cupping her core from behind as she assisted the movement of her hips. Her thumb pressed down against her throbbing nub, drawing tight circles on it as two fingers finally slipped inside to thrust into her.
"Fucking hell." Camila dropped her head against the black haired girl's shoulder, as her walls clamped around the girl's thrusting fingers and her lower body lifted off her lap, to let her reach the edges of the pleasure she had craved for so long. "Laurennn." She screamed into the hotel room, gushing into the almost cold water as her hands gripped each side of the bathtub, while riding her orgasm out.
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The brunette dropped on her back beside her naked lover, panting and still feeling the last waves of her third or - maybe - fourth orgasm course through her body, Lauren breathed deeply, her erection still evident under the translucent condom, covered in Camila's release. She started sitting up, needing to discard the condom and to take care of her own needs, in some sort of way.
"May I ask you a question, Lauren?" Camila sat up as well and draped one leg over the other girl's lap, effectively straddling her. "Are your orgasms not part of your rules?" The brunette nodded toward her erection, that brushed against her inner thigh. "I know this is not a regular sexual relationship between strangers, but I am quite sure you earned the right to get pleasure as much as I or your other clients do, thanks to you."
"It's really no big deal, Camila." Lauren rested back against her elbows, watching the brunette frown and raise her brows in puzzlement. "I am not supposed to be here to satisfy myself and get even paid for it, but to satisfy my client and their needs are my priority. You are the first one really concerned about that, the other ones barely acknowledge that unless they get something out of it."
"I know where your priorities lay, Lauren, but it doesn't mean I didn't notice nights ago or tonight. I won't feel totally satisfied, unless you are too without having to take care of cold showers or think of some turn-off topics." Camila pushed her flat back against the bed and gently rolled the condom off her appendage, making sure to cup her ball sack as she did so.
"You don't have to..." Lauren whimpered at the feeling of the brunette's hand cupping the base of her appendage, tentatively pumping it to probably make sure she was doing it right. "God, like that." The black haired girl's hands gripped the sheets, hips bucking up into the girl's palm as her back arched off the bed. It had been so long since someone brought her to an orgasm, without wanting to get off from it. It was only for her and god, Camila was so good at it.
"I want to suck you, so bad." Camila whispered into the black haired girl's ear, her thumb brushed over the head of her cock, spreading the wetness oozing out on its foreskin as the other fingers pumped the appendage with more speed. "I tried it once, in my life, and I found out I lack a gag reflex." She massaged the base of the black haired girl's cock, who humped the air and gripped her hips for support. "I bet you'd love that, huh? Shoot your load down your client's throat, for once."
"Fuck, Camilaaaaaaa" Lauren moaned out and released thick ropes of cum into the brunette's palm, who used it to keep on rubbing the sensitive appendage until she had released all the pent up tension in her palm and onto the bed. It really had been too long.
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Since that night, Camila had regularly met Lauren once or twice a week in the same hotel room, The brunette longed those times with the BLONDE escort, locked away in a luxury room and pretending the rest of the world faded away for the rest of the night. She had not told anyone where she went, not even Shawn who clearly thought she had finally moved on with someone else who wasn't his step brother. Speaking of, the ex-quarterback had insisted on rekindling their relationship but she was too much enjoying her freedom, than even considering going back to a life of limits and constraints with him. How could she go back to him after the amazing sex she had experience with Lauren? It was not even just the sex. They talked. They shared things, between the heated rounds under the sheets. They had clicked. Was she tricking herself into making this something when it could clearly not go anywhere? probably.
Her back hit the wall. Lips clashed as she was lifted against the rough surface by two strong hands, that held her safely around her waist. Lauren's cock slipped in and out of her, hitting her spot with a precise tempo that left her breathless and lost in pleasure. Her ankles locked behind her back, keeping her inside of her as she bounced up and down the hard appendage thrusting into her. Hands got lost into the golden mane as their lips parted to breathe. They were both panting heavily, both for the position and the steady movements of their lower bodies, that never missed a beat. They were synchronized. Camila bucked her hips forward, too hard - maybe, and sent them stumbled backwards into the leather chair behind them. Lauren sat down and pulled the brunette flushed into her lap, as her thrusts became rougher and her nails scratched the singer's bare asscheeks, under the dress she wore.
"Fuck, yes." Head thrown back, Camila kept on riding the black haired girl's cock. Up and down. Back and forth. Their hips were flushed and she could barely feel the girl's hardness slip halfway out before it pounded back inside of her, harder than the previous thrust. Her toes curled and her walls clenched in pleasure, making it harder for Lauren to thrust into her. With a swift movement, the taller girl had rolled them over onto the chair, so that Camila's back was pressed against the seat cushions and she kneeled between her spread legs. "You are so deep inside of me, I can feel you everywhere."
"That's the aim, baby." Lauren gripped the back of the couch, lifting herself on her knees as she slammed her cock in and out of Camila's clenching core. Her own orgasm had been built up for the whole time. She had stopped holding herself back, knowing it would only push Camila harder toward her own edge of pleasure.
"Come with me. God Lauren!" The singer's back arched off the couch. Her legs tightened around the black haired girl's waist as her hole unclenched around the pounding cock, releasing a hard gush whose warmth wrapped the black haired girl's condom clad appendage too. "Lauren! Lauren! Lauren!" Camila sobbed in pleasure, scratching the girl's bare shoulders as her clit throbbed in pleasure and her hips kept moving up and down, in time with the black haired girl's movements.
"Fuck, Camilaaaa" The black haired girl slammed her cock inside the girl's pussy, as she released her own cum inside the latex. Her cock kept on twitching, pumping in a sloppier way but still riding both their orgasms out. She felt balls tighten, until all her seed filled the condom from inside and tested its resistance. She dropped her forehead against Camila's collarbone, panting hard as her appendage softened inside the singer's pussy hole.
"Go out with me..." Camila breathed out, not still 100% aware about what was happening. It was when Lauren froze in her arms that she realized what she had said...was it too late?

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Don't fuck with me on personal levels cause I am very very fucking petty 😊😊
You can ask people...

You will not like that side of me. I mean who would...

I will literally cut a hoe... well anyways let's not talk about how I went to juvie 😂😂

But yeah if you speak Spanish you should totally hmu 😏😏

And that's it... love y'all

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