Disclaimer - No, I don't know Britney Spears and none of this happened. It is all fiction.
She Drives Me Crazy
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It was a late afternoon based on the line of lights from the mini blinds covering the window. Brad had been sitting by himself watching TV most of the day in his apartment. He didn't have anything better to do but sit around and relax. He had been seeing a woman recently who used to be famous. It was a chance meeting when he met Britney Spears at a local bar. Few people recognized her as a once famous pop star. More accurately, the princess of pop as he remembered her. Brad instantly recognized her on first glance. He knew it was her and introduced himself. One thing led to another and by the end of the week, he had a new girlfriend. A woman who had a few years over him, but Brad didn't care. Some would say she's crazy. He'd agree with them if they were talking about her insatiable appetite in the bedroom. Britney was hard to satisfy. She could fuck for hours and not get tired. One orgasm was never enough for her. Brad learned that early on.
He was thinking about what awaited him as she kept texting him. She was on her way and he knew she wanted sex. That was the only reason Britney came over to his apartment. When she wanted to really spend time together, they had dates. His apartment was her little fuck zone.
A few minutes later Britney stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her, and she took him in. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, a towel slung over his shoulder. His short brown hair was still damp from a shower, and the black inked tattoos winding up his forearms seemed to pulse with every subtle flex of muscle. The makings of a bad boy. That was why she was interested in when they first met.
She didn't waste a second. Crossing the room, she grabbed the front of his tank top and pulled him into a kiss before he could say a word to her. Her tongue pushed past his lips for a hungry kiss. She felt his hands land on her hips, gripping the denim of her jeans. He tried to slow her down, but she bit his lower lip, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, I came over for a reason, Brad. One reason, actually."
"Oh yeah? I knew it wasn't just to see me."
"No, I want something."
She replied in that low voice, like she was about to sing the hook of one of her old songs.
"I want to get fucked. Hard. And I don't want to have to wait for it."
His response was exactly what she expected. His hands shot to the straps of her black bustier and yanked, the fabric tearing with a sharp rip. The cups fell away, and her big tits spilled out, heavy and full. She gasped, but it turned into a moan as he shoved her backward until her spine hit the wall. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans, and he ripped them open, buttons spattering across the tile floor. He pulled them down her thighs, panting, leaving her in nothing but torn lace and a ripped bustier. Her wet pussy was visible when Britney pushed down her black thong and stepped out of it and her pants together. She left on only her pair of black fuck me pumps heels.
He stepped back, pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His jeans followed, unfastened and kicked away. His cock was already hard as a rock and ready for her hands and mouth. He grabbed her by the hair, golden strands twisting around his knuckles, and pushed her down to the floor roughly.
"Get down on your fucking knees."
She was already down on her knees when he said that. He didn't give her a moment to settle. He brought his cock to her lips, slapping it against her cheek once, twice, before shoving it between her parted lips. She opened wide, and he pushed deeper, not waiting for her to adjust. Britney had experienced and that mattered as he could push her past the limits of other women. His hips drove forward, stuffing her throat with his hard dick in one brutal first thrust. That was the start of things to come. None of his ex-girlfriends could take a proper skullfuck. Not the way Britney Spears enjoyed it.
Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull back. She took it opening her mouth wider to make it easier for him to fuck her face. He held her head still and put her gag reflexes to the test as he slammed his cock down her throat. And then did it again and again. The sounds were something obscene. All the gagging and choking that was the sloppy sounds of a mouth being fucked.
He pulled out just enough to let her breathe, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, then shoved back in, deeper this time. All the way down Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his groin, and she struggled, not to escape but to swallow every last inch of his dick in fully deepthroating it. He pulled back again and then slammed it down her throat again, making more sloppy sounds.
He held her there, her throat convulsing around him as she fought for air deepthroating his whole dick. When he finally let her pull back, she gasped, coughing, her makeup was a smeared mess. Black eyeliner bleeding at the corners of her eyes and trailing down lines down her face. It smeared around her eyes in black smudges. She looked up at him, face battle scarred from the skullfucking and her chin and lips shiny in saliva.
"You like that? You like when I fuck your mouth like that?" He wasn't just asking, he was taunting her.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and nodded, coughed and nodded.
"Yeah," voice dropped low to that famous squeaky 'Britney voice', she coughed again. "I came over here to get fucked."
"I'll fuck you like a whore."
Britney gasped, her throat raw, her eyes streaming from the force of his hard skullfucking. Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her under the arms and hauled her upright, spinning her around and slamming her back against the wall.
The impact knocked the air from her lungs, her shoulders hitting the drywall hard. She tried to turn around, swinging her ass towards him. Brad liked that. She barely had time to brace herself before his hand came down across her bare ass. It was a sharp, stinging slap that echoed through the room. She yelped and moaned, her hips jerking forward trying to touch him. Britney turned back around to face him. Brad put his hands on her tits, squeezing them as he pinned her against the wall. Her back slammed against it causing her to whimper and pucker her lips in a pout. Brad liked that look on her messy face so he kissed her and then squeezed her tits again before turning her around. He shoved her face against the wall. Britney pressed her hands into it, balancing herself and shoving her ass out, eager for him to take him as she hung her head low.
"I am going to fuck the shit out of you. Are you ready?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed her hips, lifted her slightly, and drove his cock into her wet pussy hard. Her scream was raw, a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her completely, her pussy still slick and tight from the earlier encounter. He didn't give her a moment to adjust; he started pounding into that pussy immediately, his hips slapping against her ass. Britney raised her head and began moaning and crying out to him in her singing voice as he fucked her.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Yeahhhhhhhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!!"
Her hands clawed at the wall, her nails scraping through the white paint as she tried to find herself by pressing her palms against it. Her tits bounced wildly, the torn bustier hanging uselessly at her sides until it fell to the floor. Brad's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her against the wall, each thrust driving her harder into the drywall. The sound of his grunts and her desperate moans mingled. Her hands were the only thing preventing her from her head touching the wall. Her big tits were shaking and bouncing up and down.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder! Give it to me! Give it to me, Brad! Fuck me!!" she screamed, her voice cracking as his cock pounded thrust after thrust deep inside her.
"You like that, Britney? You like getting fucked like a whore?" He slapped her ass still thrusting away.
"God, yes," she whimpered, her head falling back, her golden hair tangling against the wall. "Don't stop, Brad, please don't stop! Fuck me! I want to cum! Make me cum so fucking hard! Give it to me! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!!"
He thrust harder and faster as she lowered her head and howled, cried and moaned out for him.
"Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with hard force. Her body convulsed, her scream turning into a guttural, primal cry as she came hard. He kept fucking her through it, driving deeper, prolonging the spasms until she was limp against the wall, gasping for air. Brad didn't cum. He could go longer and planned to make the best of his strength by fucking her more than once.
He pulled out slowly, letting her slide down the wall, her legs barely able to hold herself. She stood there, shaking, her forehead pressed against the wall and turning to the right side of her face as he looked at her sexy ass.
Brad stepped back, his chest heaving, his cock slick with her juices. He walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading his knees, his cock still hard and glistening. He looked at her, a crooked grin on his face.
"Get over here. Come on."
Britney turned, her legs still trembling. She walked toward him, her hips swaying despite the exhaustion. Once she caught herself, Britney moved like a dancer. One leg after the other, as if she were walking on a strip club stage. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her knees sinking into the worn cushions around his body. She reached down, fingers wrapping around his cock, and guided it to her drenched, slick entrance still dripping from her orgasm, She sank onto him slowly, a shuddering moan escaping her lips as he filled her again.
She began to move, rotating her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against him like she was giving him a lap dance. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him and balanced herself. Brad just sat there and let Britney work like this. The motion was a beauty. Her hips rolling, her pelvis pressing against his groin, creating a deep, grinding friction that made both of them groan as the muscles in her sexy flat stomach moved. He could see the hole in her belly button where she used to have a piercing a long time ago when she was still a pop star and those tattoos on each hip.
Brad's hands found her tits, his palms cupping their heavy weight. He squeezed, thumbing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She gasped pushing her chest into his hands. He alternated between gentle caresses and rough pinches, watching her face move from the pleasure in different looks. He leaned forward to take one of her big tits in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak, while his fingers worked the other. She moaned, her grinding becoming faster, more frantic.
"Fuck! Ohhhhhh, Brad! I think I might cum again! Oh my god! I'm getting close!!!" That meant it was time to change positions. He wrapped his arms around her and halted her movement.
He lifted her off him. She protested with a whimper and then Brad laid her down on the couch, her head resting on the armrest. Britney's toned legs from years of professional dancing hung over the edge, still trembling. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them, placing her calves over his shoulders. Her pussy was exposed, pink and glistening, still clenching from her earlier climax. From holding her legs, he slid her body and positioned himself where he could flex her legs over his shoulders.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. He pushed forward, sliding inside her with one smooth, deep thrust. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
He started a steady, rhythmic pace, fucking her in deep, measured strokes. Her legs draped over his shoulders, he could feel the strength in her thick thighs, the dancer's tone she had kept even in retirement. She was so flexible and Brad took advantage of this amazing feature to her body. He leaned forward, bending her knees toward her chest, driving deeper, hitting a spot that made her cry out.
"Right there! Oh god, right there! Fuck me!" she begged, her eyes rolling back as her tits shook.
He increased his pace, his hips snapping against her ass, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, moving around wildly as his cock thrust in and out of her tight cunt.
"It's too much," she yelled, but her hips bucked to meet him, demanding more. "I want more! Give it to me! Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me harder! Harder!!!"
He didn't let up. Not for a second. He fucked her relentlessly, giving her all he had. The pressure built inside her again, coiling tight in her stomach. Her moans turned into incoherent pleas, her body arching off the couch.
"I'm gonna cum! Ohhhhhh!!! I'm gonna cum right now!!!"
She shattered, her third orgasm hitting her like a wave. Her pussy clenched around him tightly, her elbows pushing down into the couch, her mouth open in a silent scream that could only be heard in his mind. He drove deep one last time, burying all of his cock inside her to feel her orgasm. He could hold back enough not to cum, so he pulled out and then watched her pussy squirt her own cum everywhere. To make her squirt even harder, Brad rubbed her clit. That made Britney squeal loudly before he stepped back and then just stood there, looking at her spread out and fucked on his couch.
"You made me cum so hard. And you did it twice, just wow," she said, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and mouth fucking earlier. "Not bad for a retired pop star, huh? Do I know how to fuck or what?"
Britney pushed herself up on an elbow, a wicked glint in her eyes. She crawled down his body, her lips brushing over his chest, his stomach, until she reached his still-wet groin.
She looked at his cock. It was covered in her own cum. She got down on her knees and looked up at him with her ruined face. All the black smears of ruined eyeliner and makeup. The look in her told him that she was still hungry. The messy makeup and tangled hair was just a sign of the battle they had went through. Britney took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. She looked at it, pursing her lips to see his cock throbbing under her touch. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip, then another, before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.
This time, there was no rush. He stood there and let her suck it how she wanted. She controlled the pace, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself on him. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, inch by inch, until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. She held it there for a moment, her throat contracting around him, before pulling back slowly, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and looking a bit innocent despite the filthy acts they had been doing. Britney still had it in her with age over the years where she could make that look and a reminder that she wasn't that innocent. "You like that, baby?" she whispered to him, licking the tip.
Brad didn't say anything back. He just looked at her. She smiled and resumed her work, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue tracing the vein along the underside of his shaft. She took him deep again, her throat accepting him completely, before pulling off with a soft gasp. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him as she licked the tip again, tasting the precum beading there. His cock was so slick from her cum, Britney's hand worked up and down easily, pushing him closer to the edge.
She could feel his dick throbbing around her fingers. She knew that telltale tension from years of experience of blowing men's minds wide open. He wasn't the first to look at her like that. Not in a long mile. She pulled her mouth away entirely, her hand still stroking him slowly, teasingly as she looked up at him with her messy face.
"I know you're about to cum. I can feel it. You've managed to go this far, so I know you're going to blow a really big fucking load for me. Where do you want it, Brad?" she asked, purring as her hand jerked him. "Do you wanna shoot that load all over my tits? Or maybe you want me to put it back in my mouth and fill my throat. Or maybe you want to cum on my face?"
She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to catch another drop of precum. "I know you love seeing me covered. Tell me where you want to shoot that load, baby."
"On your face."
Britney's smile widened. She released his cock and shifted position, kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him, her mouth slightly open, her tongue sticking out just a little. "Do it," she begged. "Cover me. I'm already a bit of a mess. Make it a bigger mess and mark me down. I want all of your cum dripping off my fucking face."
He took his cock in his hand, stroking it fast, his eyes locked on her face. She watched his hand move, watched the veins bulge, watched the tip swell as she kept her eyes open and opened her mouth to slide her tongue out. As he kept stroking, Britney reacted impatiently by gritting her teeth and taunting him, "cum on my fucking face."
"Fuck, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum on your face, bitch!"
She smiled at him calling her a bitch. His body tensed, and the first thick rope of cum shot out in a huge burst, splattering across her forehead. The second got her left cheek, the third across her nose and left eye. She kept her mouth open, and some landed on her tongue. The fourth and fifth were strings that went on her right cheek. Britney titled her head in the direction of his cock, eager for more. She closed her eyes as he continued to pump, striping her face with more lines of hot, white cum until his body relaxed and his hand fell away.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking through the sticky mess. A trace of cum dripped down her chin. The smeared eyeliner and blank lines of ruined mascara mixed with the cum, oozing down her skin. She looked up at him, making that same hungry look. Even with a drenched, ruined face Britney had those eyes to drive him crazy. Insatiable lustful hunger that only he could give to her. No woman in his life made him feel like this to bring out his dirtiest desires. No woman fucked like Britney Spears.