บท 136: Chapter 128 - Ricksy Business 2~❤️
If I ever make mistakes, please inform me to avoid misunderstanding. I get confused with my other story at times.
Anyway, After this Ricksy Business, I'm debating if I should do Citadel/Evil Morty episode next
Or Inside Job and Get Reagan Ridley.
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Rick and Morty Multiverse
2 weeks and a 6 Day upon arrival (Normal time Axis)
10 AM, Saturday.
After chatting with the Andavaverse girls and making sure they were having a good time, Morty decided to check in on Pamela, his teacher—and one of his girlfriends.
The party was still in full swing, and while he kept an eye on the chaos Rick was stirring up, he made his way to the quieter part of the mansion where Pamela had retreated, away from the more boisterous guests.
He found her near one of the open lounges, standing by the large windows that overlooked the pool, holding a drink and looking a little more relaxed than when she'd first arrived. Morty smirked, adjusting his jacket as he approached her.
"Enjoying the party, Ms. Pamela?" he asked, his tone playful as he slid beside her.
Pamela glanced over at him, her lips curling into a smile.
"You know, Morty, I never thought I'd find myself at a party like this... let alone one thrown by a student."
Morty chuckled, leaning in slightly.
"Well, I'm not just any student, right? You know that better than anyone."
Pamela raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as she took a sip of her drink.
"True enough. You're full of surprises, that's for sure."
Morty stepped closer, his voice lowering as he spoke.
"You're looking incredible today, by the way. I wasn't sure you'd show up, but I'm really glad you did."
Pamela's eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at him.
"You're really pushing your luck, Morty. Flirting with your teacher at your own party in public~?"
He grinned, leaning casually against the wall.
"Well, technically, you're more than just my teacher. And you've never complained before." His eyes met hers, the tension between them palpable.
Pamela laughed softly, shaking her head.
"You've definitely got confidence. I'll give you that."
Morty took the chance to inch closer, his hand gently brushing hers as he spoke more seriously.
"I mean it though. I'm glad you came tonight. You deserve to have fun too, not just deal with school and... all the other stress."
Pamela's expression softened at his words, her defenses lowering a bit.
"It's been a while since I let loose. I'll admit, I was a little hesitant about coming, but..." she paused, her gaze lingering on his.
"I'm glad I did."
Morty leaned in slightly, their faces just inches apart.
"Maybe later we can get some time alone... really relax."
Pamela's breath hitched slightly, but before she could respond, the sound of loud laughter from the pool area pulled them back into the moment. She shook her head, smiling at him.
"You're a dangerous one, Morty."
He grinned, stepping back but not breaking eye contact.
"Only for you."
Pamela rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile that played at her lips.
"Go check on your guests, Morty. We'll talk later."
Morty gave her a wink before heading back to the main party, feeling good about how things were going.
After his exchange with Pamela, Morty made his way back to where Annie was hanging out with Summer and her friend Tricia.
They were all chatting and laughing, clearly enjoying themselves as they stood by the pool. The night air was cool, but the party energy kept everyone buzzing. Morty approached the trio with his usual confident swagger, ready to check in on them and, of course, turn on the charm.
"Hey, ladies," Morty greeted, slipping into their conversation smoothly.
"How's it going over here? You three seem likep you're having a great time."
Summer looked over at him with a grin.
"Oh, we are. Tricia was just telling us about this ridiculous guy she met at the mall last week."
Tricia, Summer's longtime friend and someone who had always been on Morty's radar, laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the stuff he said. Guys are so weird sometimes."
Morty chuckled, his eyes briefly meeting Tricia's.
"Well, I'm not sure if all guys are like that. You just haven't met the right ones." He flashed her a playful smile, his tone flirtatious but light.
Tricia raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"And what, you're saying you're one of the 'right ones,' Morty?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening.
"Maybe. You never know unless you give me a chance."
Summer rolled her eyes, but it was clear she was enjoying the banter.
"Morty, you're ridiculous. You're not gonna hit on every girl at the party, are you?"
Morty winked at her.
"Just the ones worth hitting on."
Annie laughed at that, nudging him lightly.
"Smooth, Morty. Real smooth. But don't act like I'm not here."
He turned his attention to Annie, his first girlfriend, who was clearly in a playful mood.
"Well, Annie, you know you're always my number one. I just can't help it when I'm surrounded by beautiful women." His tone was teasing, but there was a genuine warmth to the way he looked at her.
Annie shook her head, amused.
"You always had this hidden confident huh." Morty leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"What can I say? This is just who I am now."
Summer laughed at that, shaking her head.
"Okay, Morty, tone it down before you start believing your own hype."
Tricia smirked, crossing her arms.
"I don't know, Summer. He's kinda cute when he's all cocky like this."
Morty gave Tricia a quick wink.
"See? Told you I'm one of the good ones."
The conversation flowed easily between them, with Morty effortlessly balancing his flirting between the three women.
Summer, Annie, and Tricia all seemed to enjoy his attention, their laughter filling the space around them. Morty felt completely in his element, confident and relaxed as he navigated the playful exchanges.
Eventually, Summer leaned into Morty, giving him a quick, affectionate kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, Morty. Go check on the rest of your party. We're good here."
Morty grinned, returning the gesture with a light kiss on her temple.
"You got it, sis."
As he walked away, he glanced back at Annie, Summer, and Tricia, feeling satisfied. He was having fun, the party was going great, and everyone seemed happy.
Morty made his way through the party, his eyes scanning the crowd. He noticed Tammy flirting with Birdperson, but quickly dismissed the scene—it wasn't his business anymore, and he had more interesting things to focus on.
As he looked around, his gaze settled on a striking young woman with long blonde hair, wearing designer clothes that screamed luxury. Her demeanor practically radiated the aura of a spoiled rich girl, and Morty's curiosity was piqued.
Without hesitation, he approached her, determined to see where this would lead.
"Hey there," Morty began confidently, flashing his most charming smile.
"I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Morty Sanchez, the host of this party."
At first, the blonde woman barely spared him a glance, brushing him off with a dismissive wave of her hand as she sipped her drink.
"Uh-huh," she muttered, clearly uninterested.
Undeterred, Morty leaned in slightly, refusing to back down.
"You know, I usually make it a point to introduce myself to the most interesting people at my parties—and something tells me you're not like the others here."
This time, the woman paused, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Morty could tell he'd caught her attention, even if just a little. She raised an eyebrow, finally turning her full gaze toward him.
"Oh really? And what makes you think I'm that interesting?" she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism, but with a hint of intrigue.
Morty smirked, sensing he was making progress.
"Just a hunch. Call it a host's intuition. You've got this air about you—like you're used to getting what you want."
The woman crossed her arms, sizing him up.
"And if I am? What's that to you?"
Morty leaned back slightly, playing it cool.
"Well, maybe I'm interested in seeing if I can give you something you haven't had yet."
That comment made her laugh softly, the sound more genuine than her initial dismissiveness. She tilted her head, finally giving him her full attention.
"Alright, you've got my interest. I'm Brittany Blackwell."
"Brittany Blackwell," Morty repeated, testing the name on his tongue.
"Nice to meet you. So, what brings you to my little soirée?"
Brittany smirked, clearly enjoying the conversation now.
"I was invited by a friend. Thought it would be boring, but you might be proving me wrong."
Morty grinned, leaning in just a bit closer.
"Well, stick with me, and I'll make sure you have a good time."
Brittany studied him for a moment before nodding.
"Alright, Morty Sanchez, let's see if you can live up to that promise."
Morty felt a surge of satisfaction—he had her attention now, and he wasn't about to let it slip away. As the party continued around them, he stayed close to Brittany, keeping the conversation light and flirtatious, while making sure she enjoyed herself. This was going to be an interesting night.
After a delightful conversation, Brittany found herself growing increasingly frisky under Morty's charming banter. A mischievous glint appeared in her eye as she boldly suggested they should take this somewhere more private to have some real fun together.
Morty's eyebrows shot up playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"A private room sounds perfect, Brit. Right this way," he purred seductively, taking her hand and leading her to a secluded guest bedroom deep in the sprawling mansion.
Once inside, the heavy wooden door closed behind them with a click, leaving them utterly alone. Immediately, the sexual tension was palpable as Morty pinned Brittany against the door, his firm body pressed against hers.
"Fuck, I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you today," Morty growled huskily, nipping at her earlobe.
"Now I'm going to make you mine."
Nervously gulping as she took in the impressive bulge straining against Morty's pants, Brittany bit her lip, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling in her stomach.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this, especially not with her student, but the raw desire written across Morty's handsome features was too much to resist.
"Shh, don't be nervous," Morty cooed, his hands roaming over Brittany's curves possessively.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby. Just relax and let me worship this sexy body of yours."
With trembling fingers, Brittany reached for the zipper of Morty's pants, slowly pulling it down. His massive cock sprang free, thick and hard and glistening with precum. Brittany swallowed hard, her mouth going dry at the sight of it.
"Holy shit, Morty..." she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from his impressive manhood.
"Fuck yeah, look at that," Morty purred, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he saw Brittany's lust-filled eyes drinking in his manhood.
"Get on your knees and show me what a good little slut you are."
Without hesitation, Brittany sank to her knees, her fingers reaching out tentatively to wrap around the base of Morty's thick shaft. She bit her lip as she gradually stroked him from base to tip, marveling at the velvety heat of his skin.
"Mmm fuck... feels so good, Brit. Love these eager hands working my dick," Morty groaned, throwing his head back in bliss.
Encouraged by his reaction, Brittany pumped faster, twisting her wrist expertly.
"Shit, your cock tastes even better than I imagined..."
She lapped at his swollen head, collecting the salty-sweet beads of precum oozing from his slit.
She wrapped her plush lips around his cockhead and suckled gently, flicking her tongue rapidly across the sensitive tip. The tangy, masculine taste flooded her senses, igniting sparks of pleasure behind her eyes.
"Ohhhh yessss..." Morty moaned loudly, gripping the backs of Brittany's silky blonde locks and guiding her down onto his throbbing member. She resisted resistance and gave way to Morty's cock sliding onto Brittany's waiting mouth.
"Uhhn... fuck you look hot sucking my cock," he growled out between labored breaths as she adjusted to him, his pulsing hardness spreading across Brittany's cheeks, smearing the underside on her lips as she hollowed out and swallowed.
Without warning, Morty grabbed a fistful of Brittany's hair and forcibly shoved her face into his crotch, roughly pumping his girthy length in and out of her stretched mouth.
"Mmmmffuck, such a dirty little cocksleeve...take it deep, bitch!" he growled dominantly, fucking her willing face with powerful thrusts.
The wet gagging noises filling the room accompanied Morty's aggressive movements as Brittany struggled to accommodate his imposing size stretching her lips and throat wide open.
Spit dribbled down her chin messily with each plunge, making obscenely loud schlicking and squelching sounds every time her mouth was buried balls deep on his jutting rod.
"Mphh mmffgh...glkk..mmmffff!" The filthy slurps and chokes spurring Morty on as he relentlessly plowed Brittany's face. His heavy sac slapped her drooling chin with every frenzied pump.
He held her head steady as he savagely fucked her face, relishing the lewd gagging and choking noises echoing off the walls with every brutal thrust.
The room reeked of saliva, pre-cum and the acrid stench of her bruised throat as Morty ruthlessly pounded into her spasming esophagus.
"Take it all, you filthy little slut! Swallow every inch of my fat fucking cock!" Morty snarled, sweat glistening on his brow as he chased his pleasure at the expense of Brittany's comfort.
Tears streamed down her reddened face but she obediently massaged his balls with one trembling hand, worshipping the throbbing meat destroying her throat.
"Glurk...gahck...mmmfff..." With a guttural moan, Morty abruptly yanked Brittany's head back, his cock slipping from her battered mouth with a wet pop.
Strings of drool connected his slick tip to her abused lips as Morty pulled back.
"Open wide, dirty girl. Daddy's going to feed you this huge fucking load," he declared arrogantly, his engorged cock bobbing heavily in front of Brittany's gasping mouth.
"Swallow every drop like a good little cum dump!"
Brittany parted her lips obediently, trembling with anticipation of being fed Morty's copious spunk directly into her belly. Her heart raced as she braced for the impending oral onslaught.
Morty gripped the base of his throbbing rod and aimed it at Brittany's waiting mouth.
"Fuck, here it comes...open wide!" With a resounding groan, he began to unload directly down her gullet. Thick ropes of hot, bitter jizz blasted past her stretched lips, flooding Brittany's mouth and throat with the sheer volume of Morty's release.
The creamy essence coated her tonsils as he pumped out a seemingly endless torrent of seed directly down her throat. Morty grunted and groaned with each heavy spurt, thoroughly using Brittany's mouth like a human toilet. The warm, slimy flood threatened to overflow her gurgling stomach as she struggled to swallow the relentless deluge.
"Hnngh fuck yeah, gulp down that cum, you nasty bitch! Drink every last drop like a good girl!" Morty commanded breathlessly, continuing to weakly hump Brittany's face as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Pearly white jizz foamed out around her stuffed lips with each twitch and throb of his pulsing cock.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Morty pulled back and released his grip on Brittany's hair, allowing her to catch her breath. She coughed and sputtered, strings of half-digested spunk connecting her swollen lips to his slick cockhead.
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