SCS Championship 01

Ryan looked at the crowd around him, all indistinguishable figures hidden in the shadows. Then at the well-shaped butt right in front of him. The stunning actress Ana de Armas glanced over her shoulder at him with her gorgeous eyes. A smirk played across her lips.

"Let's give them a show," she said. She winked and let her eyes drop to his crotch, adding, "Let's see what you can do with that big cock."

Ryan stared back into her lovely eyes, dumbfounded. He looked at the amazing body of the perky Cuban. There was only one thought racing through his mind.

How had this come to happen?

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2 MONTHS EARLIER

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Ryan stared at the letter in his hands. He turned it over but the backside was blank. The contents of the letter were strange; he didn't understand what it was about. Maybe the letter was not meant for him. He looked at the envelope; it had his name on it: 'Ryan Hosling'. He read it again.

"Dear Ryan,

Please accept this invitation to the yearly SCS Championship.

The bracelet accompanying this letter will grant you access.

See you on the first of April, 10 p.m.

Yours truly,

Scarlett Johansson,

President of the SCS"

He kept looking at that last part. Was this the world-famous actress Scarlett Johansson that had sent him a letter? Or someone completely different with coincidentally the same name? What was the SCS? It sounded like an organisation; maybe involved in sports since the letter talked about a championship. He'd have to look it up on the internet.

Inside the envelope, Ryan also found the mentioned wrist band. He inspected it closely. Engravings that looked like coordinates were present on the inside of the bracelet. A quick search and he found that they corresponded with a warehouse downtown. Delving a little deeper, he didn't find any company attached to the warehouse. Also, searching for SCS in combination with Championship or Scarlett Johansson didn't result in anything.

No matter, Ryan thought. Even if the letter wasn't actually meant for him, his interest was piqued. He wanted to check out this Championship event. He suspected the bracelet might actually give him some kind of VIP access.

He made a note in his calendar.

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THE PRESENT

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Ryan had circled the warehouse twice before he noticed the well-hidden security standing guard at a side entrance. Their black suits made them blend in with the dark surroundings. He walked up and flashed his wrist band, hoping it would be enough to grant him access without having to explain his way through. Lying wasn't his strength. A burly man gestured to the scanner beside the door. Ryan brought his bracelet closer and the scanner beeped. A green light appeared above the door. The guards blocking his way stepped aside. Ryan entered the warehouse without as much as a single word, something he considered a victory. With the door slammed shut behind him, he chuckled at his triumph.

"Too easy," he muttered under his breath.

Ryan's laughter died as he noticed the eerie silence he was surrounded by. The long corridor stretching before him was empty and illuminated by dim lights, some of them blinking on and off erratically. "Hello?" he called, surprised at the tremor in his voice. No answer came. Ryan hesitantly advanced. This had all the cliches of a horror movie. He kept going forward, following the twists and turns of the corridor. He went by several side-doors, but all were locked. Maybe he shouldn't have come, he thought as a streak of fear passed through his spine. It made his skin crawl. His steps echoed as he proceeded.

Eventually, after one last turn, he saw the end of the corridor. In front of two large doors, there was a woman waiting, partially hidden in the shadow cast by the dimmed light. Seeing someone put Ryan at ease. She saw him approach and exclaimed, "Finally. You're late. I was worried I had to go solo."

The woman walked into the light. Ryan blinked and processed her face. It was Ana de Armas! The gorgeous actress of Cuban descent took a nonchalant stance and gazed Ryan up and down. "Wait," she knitted her eyebrows and pouted her lips in a disappointed look. "I was told my partner was Ryan Gosling. You're not him. What is this, a last minute change? Who are you?"

"Uh-uh-uh," Ryan stammered, uncertain what to say at the bombardement of questions. "My name's Ryan Hosling. You-uh-you are Ana de Armas." Ryan shook his head in disbelief. Of course she knew her own name, idiot! He needed to say something else and blurted out, "I'm a fan." He went to hold out his hand.

"Incredible. Scarlett paired me with a fan? Just what I fucking needed. Where did she even find you?"

Ryan took his hand back, recognising the cringy gesture and convinced the agitated woman wouldn't shake it. He cleared his throat. "I've received this letter about some SCS Championship."

"And what did you say your name was?"

"Ryan Hosling, miss de Armas," Ryan said, resisting the urge to offer his hand again.

"Splendid," she rolled her eyes and shook her head in stupefaction. "Scarlett will be delighted an outsider has walked into her private event due to a typo. You know what you walked into?"

"Actually, miss de Armas, I haven't the slightest idea," he admitted. "I had no clue what the letter meant, but it was addressed to me. And it was signed by Scarlett Johansson, which piqued my interest."

"It seems she piques the interest of every man on Earth," Ana mumbled. "Let me inform you what we're doing once we walk through that door behind me--"

"Bloody hell!" The large swinging doors behind Ana opened and someone new approached. Commotion could be heard coming from the room beyond. Walking into the light, Ryan recognised the woman as the British actress Emilia Clarke. He blinked. Was it really her? Surely there was no way he would mistake some common girl for the alluring beauty that was Emilia. She was cursing and throwing hand gestures at the man to her side. Her accent was lovely to listen to. "For god's sakes, you weren't even properly inside yet."

"I'm sorry, Emilia," the man apologised. Ryan vaguely recognised him too, but couldn't quite put a name on him just yet. "I'm... You're just... It's..." He kept stammering, seemingly searching for an excuse. Ryan watched Emilia and the man as they walked by and disappeared down the corridor. Only then did he realise that he had seen Emilia Clarke in barely concealing lingerie. The man too had only had boxers on, but that didn't stay as prominent in Ryan's mind as Emilia. If only he hadn't been as hypnotised by seeing the actress, then he could've seen more of her figure.

"Eyes here, you're paired up with me," Ana said. "We're to fuck in less than a couple of minutes. Better have all your attention aimed at me."

Ryan stood frozen, unable to produce any words or even the simplest of sounds. What had she just said? Had he heard correctly? His mind must be playing tricks with him. Elated by the sight of Ana de Armas with her charming eyes and cute cheeks, and Emilia Clarke strutting by in lingerie, that was most certainly a possibility. Even more plausible was that he was having an extraordinary dream, bordering on reality. But that would mean he had also dreamt waking up, eating breakfast, going to the gym, answering some mails from work. No, it couldn't be a dream, right? He blinked a couple of times and breathed in deep through his nose, calming his emotions. "What is this event?" Ryan inquired.

"You really don't know anything about this, do you? Well, this is the Secret Celebrity Society Championship. It's an exclusive event for celebrities. We're paired up and perform for everyone else. Judges score the contestants and the winners receive a grand prize." Ana shook her head and placed the back of her hand against her forehead. "I don't know if I even should be telling you this or call the guards to escort you out." She ran her hands through her hair -- a divine image -- and turned around, muttering to herself, "But I can't lose in the first round again..."

"Uhm, what exactly do you mean by perform?"

Ana twisted and regarded Ryan with a cocked eyebrow. She laughed out loud once, then said plainly, "Why Ryan, we fuck. And now that I've told you, there's no way back. This is the SECRET Celebrity Society. Can't let you out because of the shitstorm it could cause when you talk. The media and the world will shatter the careers of any involved."

"I won't tell anyone," Ryan said, holding up his hands, palms out. He felt slightly threatened at the mention of not being allowed to leave. He also didn't want Ana to call the guards, not knowing what those muscled men outside were capable of. "I've not seen anyone, not heard anything. I'll leave now and never talk about it."

Ana looked around impatiently. She sighed heavily and clicked her tongue. "No."

"No?"

"Look," Ana said, "I don't care who you are or that you're here by mistake. It doesn't matter you were mistaken for the actual Ryan Gosling. You're near as pretty and if you're as skilled with your cock as him, then there'll be nothing to worry about." She took Ryan by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. Hers were so incredibly beautiful he almost got lost in them. "Count yourself lucky, you're about to fuck me. You will not be allowed to speak about it outside this event, but I assure you not many men have had the pleasure." Her eyes narrowed, seemingly digging into his soul. "Focus. Stop being star-struck. Get your head in the game and show everyone you can fuck, which I hope you can. No more, no less."

Her speech partly put any hesitation on his part to rest. Gaining confidence from the encouragement, he took a few deep breaths and shook his head to clear his mind. He savoured Ana's pretty face with her full lips, rounded cheek bones, and dazzling eyes. Deep down, he knew this was the chance of a lifetime. Even if this whole experience turned out to be a dream, he couldn't let the chance slip. Ryan nodded, and said, "I'm ready."

Ana gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Good boy. Now, one important thing because we want to avoid what clearly happened between Emilia and her partner. If you're about to cum, pull out and act normal. We'll change position, and hopefully that restores some of your stamina. How long we fuck before you cum is an important criterium on which we'll be judged."

"Are there other criteria?" Ryan asked.

"Let's see. There's the positions, both how many we go through and the originality. There's the chemistry between the partners. No, don't worry. We've just met, but I'm sure if you fuck me like a bull, I'll provide enough chemistry for the both of us, trust me. At the end, there's the cumshot. There's more, but no time to explain."

Men in black suits, much like the guards outside, appeared from the room beyond the large doors and beckoned them to enter. They were lead out into a central area surrounded by benches in a stadium-style seating arrangement. He felt like a gladiator in ancient Rome, walking out into an arena to fight. There was cheering from the audience, hidden in shadows as only the central area was illuminated by floodlights. Ana waved at the obscured onlookers in every direction, smiling wildly.

The speakers screeched into life and a woman's voice announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Ana de Armas and Ryan Gosling."

The entire floor was covered with mattresses. Ana removed her shoes and quickly wriggled out of her clothes. There were approving whistles from every corner of the arena. She clearly enjoyed the attention, wiggling her butt, shaking her chest, and grabbing at her modest but spectacular tits. Ryan was mesmerised. Ana went to the central point and settled down on her hands and knees. Ryan had unconsciously removed his clothes too, his mind on auto-pilot, but the intent of his subconscious was clear. Naked, he hesitantly walked towards where Ana was positioned.

Ryan looked at the crowd around him, all indistinguishable figures hidden in the shadows. Then at the well-shaped butt right in front of him. The stunning actress Ana de Armas glanced over her shoulder at him with her gorgeous eyes. A smirk played across her lips.

"Let's give them a show," she said. She winked and let her eyes drop to his crotch, adding, "Let's see what you can do with that big cock."

Ryan stared back into her lovely eyes, dumbfounded. He looked at the amazing body of the perky Cuban. There was only one thought racing through his mind.

How had this come to happen?

He shook his head. Focus, Ana had said. Resolutely, he grabbed Ana's hips. They felt soft underneath his hands. He looked down and noticed that, despite being anxious, his cock was coming awake, growing with every heartbeat. It came to attention and lightly brushed the inside of Ana's thigh and touched her outer lips. It felt astonishingly smooth, her pussy neatly shaven, a glistening wetness already visible between her velvety lips. Then a concern popped into his head.

"Should, uh... shouldn't I use a condom?"

Ana raised an eyebrow at him. "Everyone here has taken measures and has been tested. No condoms needed."

"Okay," he replied, feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment. The crowd around them had fallen silent, probably in anticipation to them starting. It didn't do well in reducing his discomfort.

"C'mon," Ana urged him, keeping to a whisper. "Get to fucking me already."

Ryan felt all their eyes boring into him, then, weirdly, he thought of a way to get his head in the game. "Just one thing first."

Before Ana could realize what he was doing, his tongue was all over her pussy, licking her lips and clit. Her only response was an unexpectedly loud moan. "Mmmhh!" There were also whoops from the onlookers, thrilled the action had begun. He put his hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed for leverage. It didn't take much more effort on his part before she started whimpering. The movement and touch of his tongue generated all types of noise from Ana, who couldn't get enough. He dove with the tip of his tongue between her lips and circled her clitoris. Ana whimpered and Ryan tasted her juices as her pussy became more wet every second. Finally, he rose from between her legs and was greeted by cheers and shouts for more.

Ryan couldn't help but smile. A mixture of euphoria and incredulity raced through his being. What the fuck was he doing? He surely was dreaming this, right? It was all too beautiful to be true, even for a dream. Whatever, Ryan thought. He didn't care anymore and cast his full attention on the stunning Ana. She had literally asked him to fuck her like a bull. That request was unbelievable, unimaginable, and unfathomable. He knew that, but then again, here he was, Ana de Armas' behind presented to him. There was no reality or dream in which he would decline this opportunity.

Ryan lined up his cock along her pussy and pushed slowly inside her. "Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, fingers digging into her love handles.

"Ugh! Mmmh-more!" she begged, head raised and eyes closed, loving the feeling of his cock leisurely penetrating her.

He smiled and spanked her firm, sexy ass. When he was entirely embedded within her enticing pussy, he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder and neck. He breathed hard, mind reeling at the sensation of entering Ana's pussy. Her juices coated his cock, seemingly twice his normal size when experiencing the way her walls contracted around his shaft and adjusted to his size. It felt glorious. Reaching around her torso, his hands searched hungrily. He took hold of her perky tits, firm but creamy to the touch. Finding her nipples, he played with them between his fingertips until they were hard. Ana moaned louder than before.

"Mmm-yes! Fuck me harder!"

Ryan continued roaming the Cuban actress' body as he began moving his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. She muttered something in Spanish under her breath. Ana was enjoying every inch of him, of that he was sure. He was far from fluent, but he could still tell he was doing a good job, her words sounding grateful and encouraging. She also moved her body to meet his thrusts, a clear indication Ryan's was doing superb work with his cock.

He grinned widely. He was fucking Ana de Armas! Her stunning figure took all his attention and his surroundings disappeared. He had forgotten there was an audience. He had forgotten this was some kind of competition. He was living in the moment, and enjoying every second of it.

Ana whipped her hair sideways and looked at him from the corner of her eye. She was implausibly beautiful. Even more so now, with her full lips slightly apart, breath coming in gasps, eyebrows furrowed in an expression of delight. Her lovely neck and spectacular body started to shine from the sweat. In response, Ryan felt the tingling sensation of an orgasm rising. Surprised, he panicked and actually drove a couple of thrusts extra deep into Ana's wet pussy. She cried out in pleasure.

"Aaah! So deep!"

Ryan succeeded in slowing down just in time. He was teetering on the edge. Cautiously, as to not accidentally stimulate himself more, he slid out of Ana and tried his hardest to act normal. He casually took a step back and answered Ana's questioning look by gesturing her to flip onto her back. She followed his instruction and opened her legs, beckoning with her finger towards her glistening pussy. The image alone of Ana de Armas sprawled like that made his cock twitch and he ground his teeth and bit his tongue to prevent himself from shooting his load.

Deliberately slow, he settled on top of her, his throbbing cock resting against her stomach. He leaned down and whispered into Ana's ear, "I'm so close. I can't hold much longer."

Ana nibbled on his earlobe and whispered back, "Listen to my voice, I'll guide you." She reached between them and angled his cock so it pushed without resistance into her pussy. "Close your eyes." Ana locked her legs around his waist. "Feel my touch." With her nails, she traced lines across his back. "Focus, Ryan. Focus on my nails digging into your back."

Ryan did as he was told. With Ana's soft words, he succeeded in finding a calm space in his mind and concentrated all the capacity of his sensory input on the sting across his back. Without realising, he had begun to gently fuck Ana. And the tenderness in his cock had nearly vanished. Her whispers had brought forth a miracle! It was like he was rejuvenated, the edge again miles and miles away. He now had that safe space in his mind and he knew how to go back to it once the need arose.

Ryan then increased the pace of fucking the Cuban beauty while she continued to claw at his back in ecstasy. She pulled her slender legs tightly wrapped around his waist in rhythm with each of his thrusts. Ana moaned in total bliss as he continued to pleasure her with each thrust. His head was pulled down to her breasts, encouraging him to kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. He put his mouth to work without hesitation. He loved the reaction his tongue and lips drew from her, in addition to his thrusts. Gently, he gripped one of her hard nipples in his teeth. He pinched the other nipple with his fingers, and proceeded to stimulate both while simultaneously squeezing her graceful tits.

"Oh yes! Harder," she exclaimed. "Harder!" He eagerly obliged, picking up the intensity of his thrusts, resulting in Ana announcing, "I'm cumming!"

As she climaxed, Ana's pussy squeezed his cock tightly along his entire shaft. It felt impossible to pull out, so Ryan tried to return to his place of peace and quiet in his mind. But Ana's squirming body and the squeals escaping her lips as juices erupted from her pussy, was too much. Ryan was about to shoot his load into her pussy. But at the last second, he remembered that the cumshot was one of the judged criteria.