This is a fictional story I wrote. It's not real, but I wish it was. Don't copy my story to put on another site. This is just fantasy, blah blah blah. You know the rest.
It was back in 2015 when I met Britney Spears. That was a weekend I could never forget since I had long been wanting to meet her in person. She may have been past her stardom at this point, but she was still Britney Spears. Pop Princess. The hottest girl on earth back in the 2000s. I knew all too well cause I spent those years jacking off to her music videos and the many magazine photos of her. My life was never the same after I saw her sexy ass moving in that Slave music video. By the time Toxic dropped, Britney was a full on pop culture phenomenon and I was there to experience every living moment of her rise.
We were around the same age. Not that it meant anything but it made me pretty happy to know, as I was getting older at the same time her career was blowing up. I never got to meet Britney back in her prime. I tried really hard to get a job representing her but kept getting blocked every chance. There was always some office politics at play back at the company I worked in, or some other thing obstructing my path to her. She had the infamous breakdown period around 2007. I tried then, but was blocked once more. The years were passing by, but she still remained hot as hell. Having kids, failed marriages and a bunch of comebacks wasn't slowing her down.
I finally got a chance to meet her in the summer of 2015 while she was working in Las Vegas. It all happened thanks to a phone call from a friend of mine who owed me a favor. Since we were both agents at the same modelling firm, he got me in contact with Britney's team. Before I flew out to meet her, I was given a rundown of her situation. We know of it now as the conservatorship. But back then, people didn't know what to make of it. She was sheltered, heavily monitored and it was next to impossible for anyone to get close to her who wasn't approved by her team.
That wasn't enough to scare me away. I had been wanting to fuck this woman for well over a decade now. If there was a chance, I was going to take it and make the best of my chances. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity that rarely came around. You miss every shot you don't take. I was going for the gold with this one to bang my longest crush that I spent years lusting over.
It was a short trip from L.A. to Vegas. I got off the plane, took a cab to the hotel and then got excited when I seen the big sign outside. Britney Spears: Piece of Me. It was a cardboard cutout sign of her wearing one of her outfits, almost looking like a stripper. My phone rang. It was Ryan calling me about the meet up with her PR agents. I was to get checked into the hotel and meet with him to set things up. Ryan was going out of his way to get me a one-on-one meeting with the Pop Princess. I would have to pay him back later on by introducing him to someone else. He knew how obsessed I was with Britney through the years.
Some hours later, I was at the bar down in the hotel. I didn't order anything to drink yet. My excitement was still at a high level, knowing this was going to be the night I finally met my biggest crush. I was looking at the bar, glancing at all the bottles lined up when I turned around at the sound of a voice calling for me.
"Hey there," Britney Spears said with a smile as she walked up to me at the bar. Her presence was electrifying, and I couldn't help but feel a bit starstruck. She was wearing a tight, black dress that hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her toned legs and perfect figure. "You're James, right? The guy who's been asking about me?" She extended her hand, and I took it, feeling a surge of excitement run through me.
"Yeah, that's me," I managed to say, trying to sound cool and collected. "I've been a big fan of your music for years. It's a real honor to finally meet you."
She smiled warmly and took a seat at the bar stool next to me. "Well, thank you. It's nice to meet a fan who's going to be working for me," she joked, running a hand through her iconic blonde hair. "So, I heard you've been wanting to meet me for a long time. Is that true?"
"Oh, yeah. You have no idea," I said, trying to play it cool. "I've been a fan since... well, since I first saw you on MTV. Your music has gotten me through some tough times." Her eyes scanned over my suit, as she was obviously checking me out.
"I'm glad my songs could help," she said with a hint of a Southern drawl. "And you look pretty sharp yourself, James. You clean up nicely. No one told me I was going to meeting a handsome stud today."
I blushed a little, feeling self-conscious about her compliment. "Thanks, I appreciate it."
As we chatted, I couldn't help but notice how genuine and down-to-earth she was. Her personality was so different from what you'd expect from a pop star. I learned over the years that celebrities always come off smaller than they appear. I should've knew that would be the case with Britney, but I guess you could say I was still mystified by her larger than life status as an icon. She smiled, looking me down again.
"So you're going to be helping with my new PR team?" I nodded at her. "Yeah, did Ryan tell you what I would be doing?" She looked at me a bit confused. "Ryan? Who's that?" It hit me that she didn't know who everyone was on her team. I was getting the first taste of just how sheltered she was.
"He's one of your agents. I was brought in from him. I guess you could say Larry is his boss." She then lit up in a smile. "Oh, right. Larry is my main manager, so I guess that makes you one of the helpers."
I nodded at her, just to carry on. She was looking me up and down, checking me out again. That was a small hint that Britney wasn't in the mood to talk about her career right now. She was eying me like I was doing her.
"So, James, what do you like to do in your free time?" She asked, leaning in a bit, letting her boobs press against my arm. She obviously caught me looking at her cleavage by doing that. I could feel my heart racing as I smirked at her.
"Well, I like to go to the gym, watch movies, that kind of thing," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "And when I'm not doing that, I'm usually out at clubs or bars. You know, just trying to have a good time."
She smiled, and I could see a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, you like to party, huh?" she teased. "Well, maybe I can show you a good time. Up at my penthouse I have my own bar and tend to have my own private parties."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with Britney Spears. The thought of being up in her penthouse, partying with her, was almost too much to process. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She laughed, sensing my excitement. "Well, don't worry, I'll make sure we have plenty of time to hang out and have fun tonight. Come up to my room at 7 PM."
"Will you have anyone else up there for the party?" She shook her head to answer my question. "No. I think we'll get to know each other better if it's just us."
I smiled at her, feeling a sense of anticipation building up inside me. At that moment, I knew one of my lifelong goals was about to come true. She wanted me alone in her penthouse for a reason. The way Britney looked at me, the attraction was mutual. She got up from the stool and began to walk off. I watched her ass move in the dress, then she glanced at me from across the shoulder, grinning. She knew I was looking in her direction.
I ordered a drink, just one shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. Gathering myself, I marched back up to my hotel room to prepare for the night. Time went by slowly as I thought to myself all the times I used to jack off to her music videos. I could imagine Britney had other men before me who she easily seduced based on how much we spent years lusting after her.
When 7 o'clock came, I got out of my room and swaggered down the hall, reaching the elevator. I took the highest floor and made it to her penthouse. I walked the long hall, moving past the army of body guards outside. I felt like I was walking to some secret room to meet with a person of royalty. In some ways, I was. Britney Spears was royalty in the music world. I reached the door and knocked. "Britney, it's James."
The door opened, revealing Britney in a silky black robe, her hair fixed up properly and her signature dark eyeliner and pink lipstick as part of her makeup. She looked just as beautiful as I imagined. "Come in," she purred, motioning me inside. The room was massive, with a full bar and living room decorated with expensive furniture. Britney seemed to like the color white for interior decorating. There was a big black leather chair that stuck out like a sore thumb among the other things. There were a few couches scattered about, and some dim lighting. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, moving over to the bar. I was too distracted looking at her ass in the robe and noticing the hint of black fishnet stockings covering her strong legs and her feet hidden by a pair of white hooker boots that looked like something I seen her wear in photos from the past.
"No, thank you. I'm fine," I said, trying to regain my composure. She turned around, leaning against the bar, and gave me a sultry smile. "So, do you want to dance or shall we talk first?" she asked, running her hands through her hair. Her body language and the way she spoke made it clear she was expecting me to make the first move.
"Dance?" I asked out of curiosity. Britney nodded. "I just want to dance for you." She walked over, stomping her heels and pointed at that black leather chair I noticed. "Go sit down for me. I'm gonna give you a show you'll never forget."
I did as she asked, plopping down in the chair. Britney stood in front of me and then pulled off her robe to reveal an outfit underneath. She was wearing fishnet stockings rising up to her thighs. A black thong matched a bra and her sexy stomach completely visible with a belly button ring. She clapped her hands to activate a stereo system behind the bar that began playing beats to one of her newer dance songs. Britney started swaying her hips, dancing in front of me to make a private show.
Her body was so perfect, it was hard to believe that she was even sexier years after her prime. Britney was a MILF now with the body of a stripper. The way she moved, the way she danced, was captivating me. I could feel myself growing hard beneath my pants as I watched her. She looked over at me, caught my eye, and grinned. Then she slowly began to undo the button of her bra. She tossed it to the floor, revealing her perfect big tits and shaking them around. Britney then turned around and showed me her ass.
The thong she was wearing was practically nonexistent between her ass cheeks, showing off her tramp stamp tattoo right above. I could see the outline of her perfect pussy through the fabric. I watched Britney pull the thong down, standing in nothing but her fishnet stockings and hooker boots. She wiggled her ass, teasing me, before turning back around and lowering herself down onto the floor. She spread her legs wide, revealing her shaved pussy lips, and began to dance on the floor between my feet.
She crawled over to me, her body sliding against my legs, and then rose up and turned around. Britney found a place sitting down on my lap. My hands moved over her hips as I felt her ass grinding down into my crotch. "You enjoying yourself, James?" I moaned before responding. "Oh, fuck yeah! No one told me I'd be getting a lap dance from Britney Spears tonight." She continued to grind, letting me feel her plump ass rubbing over my cock.
"Then I guess tonight is your lucky night," she purred, her breath hot against my ear. I could feel myself growing more and more aroused as she moved her body against mine. My cock was stiffened, riding in the crack of her ass. "You know, you used to dance like this for all those boys, Britney," I whispered, running my hands up her back. "You were my first famous crush. I've been dreaming about this for so many years." She leaned back, resting her back against my chest, and whispered into my ear, "Well, I'm sure I can give you a memory you won't forget."
The lap dance ended when she got up. I stood up from the chair and then her hands were all over me, pulling at my clothes to get the suit off. I took my shoes off, then she went for my pants tugging them down with my underwear at the same time to unleash my hardened cock. I watched her eyes get big at the sight before she grabbed and squeezed my meat. "Damn, look who's excited?" She flashed her teeth in that 'Britney smile', with a hint of mischief apart from looking sexy as fuck.
She led me to the bedroom and I only had seconds to look at the large bed in the center of the room fitted with black sheets and blankets. Britney stood me near the bed and fell down to her knees. She was mesmerized by my cock, staring at it as she started to stroke back and forth with her hand. "Oh my god. This is a great fucking cock!" It was one thing to get a compliment about your dick from the legendary Britney Spears. It was a whole other thing to feel her breathing across the length before she kissed the head. And now I had her big brown eyes gazing up at me as she started sucking.
She took me deep into her mouth, her lips wrapped around the base tightly. She bobbed her head up and down, moaning softly as she did it. I could tell that she had an amazing level of experience that left me guessing just how many cocks had been in her mouth before mine. She was fucking amazing at this, proving she could do more than sing with that mouth. Britney bobbed her head up and down, sucking my cock at ease, then she pulled it out with a pop and flicked her tongue across the head.
"Damn, this is a big one." She spit on it and then began to stroke my cock, rubbing in her own saliva like it were lube. Britney lowered her head and pressed her lips against my ball sack. I could see the length of my cock stretched across her forehead as her hand was still wanking it back and forth. She pushed one of my nuts into her mouth, slobbering on it. With barely any effort, she got my entire ball sack between her lips and was sucking it loudly. "Fuck!!" When I screamed, she pulled it out of her mouth and grinned before pushing my cock between her lips again.
Britney Spears was unbelievable. All the times I wondered if she could suck cock were only being proven to be true as she had the skills of a porn star. Her mouth was so good, she was sucking me so hard I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. She took me deeper and deeper. Her hand slid up and down, her fingers meeting with her lips . When she moved her hand away, Britney pushed my cock all the way down her throat. I gritted my teeth as she deepthroated my entire length without gagging or choking on it. I was about to blow my load when she pulled back and released my cock from her mouth. Britney gasped, breaking saliva strings from my drool covered dick as she grinned at me.
"Holy shit. You know how to suck dick." She spit on it and smiled. "I have an appetite for great cocks." With a wink, she pushed it between her lips again. Britney sucked the first few inches while looking in my eyes. This was a moment I had been dreaming of for so many years, I was still in disbelief it was happening.
She started bobbing her head up and down, looking away from me as she concentrated on tasting my dick. A muffled moan sent vibrations into me and then she abruptly quit sucking. Pulling my cock out of her mouth and grinning. "I don't want you to cum before you fuck me."
"You aren't the only one." I smirked as she climbed off the floor. I wrapped my arm around her waist and guided her to the bed, quick to make the missionary position. "Fuck me, James."
I stood there marveling at the fullness of her breasts as I raised her legs to arch over my shoulders. Britney laid there on her back, eager for me to be inside her. I lined up and slowly pushed forward, groaning as I felt the heat of her pussy when my cock slid in. "Ohhhh, that's it. Fuck me," she moaned, closing her eyes as I took in the warm feeling of her pussy.
I started to thrust, gently at first, but then with more force as I felt her body respond. Britney pouted as she looked at me. "Fuck me, James! Fuck me hard!" Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and I couldn't resist leaning forward to touch them. Britney's dancer body proved to be extremely flexible as I bent her legs across my shoulders and almost made them touch her own shoulders. She looked me in the eyes and screamed again. "Fuck that pussy, James! FUCK IT HARD!!" I slapped her perfect big tits, making them clap together as I pumped into her.
Her pussy was so tight, I could feel the walls of her vagina massaging my cock with every thrust. I started to lose control, my breathing becoming louder as I pounded into her, wanting to feel that release. I felt a surge of power course through me as I just had to remind myself again that I was finally fucking Britney Spears. She gritted her teeth, looking at me in one of her classic expressions then started whimpering as I hammered her pussy. "DON'T STOP, JAMES!! I'M GONNA CUM!! CUM INSIDE OF ME!!"
Her tight pussy began to pulse around my cock, her muscles contracting hard as she screamed out in pleasure. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! YES!!" I felt her walls milking my dick, her cunt clamping around me as her orgasm overtook her. I grunted, feeling my own release building inside me as I continued to thrust into her. "FUCK!" I cried out, slamming into her one last time as my cock erupted, spilling my seed deep inside her. "FUCK, BABY! TAKE MY CUM, BRITNEY!!!"
I almost collapsed on top of her. I moved her legs off my shoulders and then carefully pulled my cock out of her pussy. She squirted a few drops of cum as I moved to lay next to her on the bed. "Oh my god, that was fucking incredible." Britney took a deep breath after speaking then climbed on top, kissing me as she pressed her big MILF tits against my chest.
Her tongue danced in my mouth as she ground her hips against me, still wet from our wild fuck session. "I knew when we met earlier there was something about you. I just knew from looking at you that you had what it takes to fuck me." She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Britney, I've been dreaming about doing this for so many years. You have no idea just how badly I've been wanting to fuck you."
"Well, your dream is coming true tonight. Hope you're ready for another round. I'm not the type of girl who just fucks and you roll over and go to sleep on. I want more." Every word she spoke sounded like a hungry MILF who was hard to satisfy. She kissed me and rose up, planting one hand down onto my chest and the other grabbing my cock between her legs. She stroked it a few times, just to make sure I was hard and ready again.
I groaned as she pushed my cock back inside her, impaling herself on me. She leaned forward, resting her palms on my chest as she began to ride me, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy squeezing me was almost unbearable, and I couldn't help but thrust upward to meet her movements. "Oh God, Britney. This is fucking amazing."
She smiled down at me, her lips curling into a sultry smile. "That's because I'm amazing! Now let's see if you can keep up with me." And with that, she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. I gripped her hips, feeling the muscles beneath her soft skin tensing and relaxing as she rode me.
She leaned down to kiss me again, perfume filling my nostrils. I buried my face in her neck, licking and sucking her neck as we rocked back and forth. Britney was still riding me, grinding her hips to work my dick in and out of that tight pussy.
I groaned, my hands moving to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. I successfully distracted her into stopping. That's when I made my move and shoved forward, making her fall on her back with me on top again. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and then wrapped an arm around her, pulling her up. "Get up for me, baby. I want you on all fours."
Britney did as I told her, pressing her hands and knees down into the bed to assume the position. I moved behind her and took in the sight of her incredible ass. It was perfect in every way to the point I had to take a moment to admire it. I guided my cock back into her pussy. She let out a moan as I began to thrust into her, her body rocking back and forth in perfect rhythm. "Oh, god, yes, James. Fuck me hard."
I moved my hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as I continued to pound into her. I only did this a few times and stopped so I could grab one of her hips and start to really slam into her pussy again. Britney moaned at the feeling. She whipped her hair around to look at me across the shoulder. "Keep fucking me, James!"
Her ass moved with mine as I thrust into her. Her moans grew louder as the pleasure built up inside her. She wanted this as badly as I did. I groaned, moving faster. Our bodies were smacking together, creating sounds that went with all the moaning and cries of pleasure. She lowered her face and raised her ass into the air, offering me better access to her pussy.
I gripped her hips, feeling the muscles flex and release as I thrust deep inside her. Her pussy was just so damn good. I kept pounding into her, using all my strength to fuck the pop princess. Britney raised herself up, panting and crying. "DON'T STOP, JAMES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK THAT PUSSY LIKE YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO!! JUST FUCK ME, OHHHHHHHH!!"
I could feel another orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her. I knew I had to make her come first, so I slowed down my thrusts. I slid a hand down between her legs, my fingers finding her clit. I circled it, rubbing it as fast as I could, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. "OHHHH, GOD!! YESSSSS!!" She moaned, arching her back. "OH, FUCK!! OHHHHH, GOD!! MAKE ME CUM, JAMES!!!"
Her orgasm hit her hard, her body shuddering beneath me as she cried out my name. I couldn't help but moan as I pulled my cock out of her pussy. I watched Britney experience her orgasm with her legs shaking and hands gripping the bed sheets. Once she caught her breath, she spoke "Oh god... That was great, but I know you didn't cum inside me."
"No, and before you ask, it wasn't easy to hold myself back." She sighed before giggling. I watched her turn around to face me. "Well, I guess you didn't want to cum in my pussy again." It was like she read my mind. "Yeah, I already got to do that."
The one place I always wanted to cum on Britney was her face. It would be the only way to finish this night knowing I achieved my goal in this dream come true. I wouldn't be able to give her a huge load, but just some cum on her face would make me happy. I watched her take my cock back into her mouth, loudly slurping as she cleaned it and swallowed her own juices. Her big brown eyes looked at me as she began to bob her head up and down. She couldn't get enough of my cock. I waited until she pulled it out of her mouth and then I made my request.
"Britney, I want to blow my load all over your sexy fucking face!"
She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. "I want that too, James." She started stroking my cock, pumping her fingers back and forth "I want your cum dripping down my face," she spoke in a low voice. "Give it to me. Give me your cum, James. Cum on my face." She closed her eyes while speaking, parting her lips and wanking my cock as it was aimed directly at her face.
I groaned, feeling myself about to cum. "Britney, here it comes! FUCK!!" My hot cum spurted out, landing on her nose and cheeks, trailing down her neck and chin. She let out a moan, her fingers still moving across the length of my dick I emptied myself onto her. "Oh, god... that's so good," she whispered, her eyes closed. She then guided my cock into her mouth. I watched her suck the head, milking out the final drops into her mouth. It was a moment I would never forget, looking down at Britney's face with my cum dripping from it while she sucked the head of my cock.
She pulled back, looking up at me with a satisfied smile across her cum covered face. "That was amazing, James. Thank you." Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't just fuck Britney Spears and cum on her face, she was thanking me for it! "I think we should do this again sometime."
My cock twitched at her words as I smiled. "I'd like that." I nodded. "We definitely have to do this again when the time comes."
And that was the first time. It was only the beginning of my relationship with the pop princess MILF. Until then...
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