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Celeb Series Stories / Re: Property of Desire with Multiple Celebs

« Last post by TheLW on April 23, 2026, 09:59:06 PM »

Property of Desire #3
With Elisha Cuthbert
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Elisha Cuthbert stood in the sunlit living room of the upscale modern home, adjusting the deep neckline of her tight white blouse. The fabric clung to her full, perky breasts, while her short black skirt hugged her round ass and toned legs. Her golden blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with nervous excitement. This was only her second open house, and she wanted everything perfect.

This was only her second open house since joining the agency, and her stomach fluttered with nerves. She wanted, no needed, to prove herself. The property was gorgeous, modern finishes, a gourmet kitchen with gleaming hardwood floors, a spacious master suite, and that jaw-dropping view. But closing deals in this competitive market required more than just listing features. Or so her boss kept hinting.

A firm knock at the front door made her heart skip. She smoothed her skirt, took a deep breath, and opened it.

There stood Alex, her boss, tall, broad-shouldered, mid-30s, with dark hair, a chiseled jaw, and a sharp tailored suit that accentuated his athletic build. His presence filled the doorway, confident and commanding.

"Elisha," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Thought I'd swing by early to give you some pointers before the buyers start showing up. First-time agents can always use a little... personal coaching."

She smiled, a mix of relief and sudden awareness of how close he was standing. "I'd really appreciate that, Alex. I want to seal this one. The open house starts in about forty-five minutes, right?"

"Plenty of time," he replied, his eyes drifting openly over her body, from her cleavage to the curve of her hips, before meeting her eyes again. "Let's start the tour. Show me how you'd sell it."

They began in the gourmet kitchen. Sunlight poured across the expansive granite island and the rich hardwood floors. Alex leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, watching her.

"Rule one," he said, his tone instructional but laced with something hotter. "Use the features to your advantage. Don't just say 'hardwood floors.' Talk about how solid and thick they are... how good they feel underfoot. Make the buyer imagine gripping something sturdy."

Elisha felt a flush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. She arched her back slightly as she gestured around the room, pushing her chest forward just a little. "Like this? The hardwood is so... thick and durable. It can handle anything you throw at it, long nights, heavy use..."

Alex's smirk deepened. He stepped closer, his hand brushing her waist as if adjusting her posture. "Exactly. Clients eat that up. And don't be shy about letting them see what you're working with. These?" He nodded directly at her cleavage, his voice dropping. "They're your best selling tool. A little confidence with the assets goes a long way in this business."

Her nipples tightened under the thin blouse and lacy bra, visible now as two small peaks. Elisha bit her lower lip, her blue eyes meeting his. The air between them felt charged. "Is that what you tell all your agents? To use their... bodies to close deals?"

"Only the ones who can handle it," Alex murmured, his hand sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her gently against him. "The ones with real potential. Like you."

Before she could respond, their mouths pressed together in a hungry, urgent kiss. Elisha moaned softly into it, her hands coming up to grip his suit jacket. His hands roamed boldly, one squeezing the firm roundness of her ass through her skirt, the other sliding up to cup one of her breasts, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple.

He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, "Fuck, Elisha... you've been hiding these perfect tits during all those training sessions?" With practiced fingers, he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, peeling it open to reveal the delicate white lace bra. He tugged the cups down, freeing her breasts completely. They were perky and full, pale skin contrasting with rosy nipples already stiff with arousal.

Leaning down, Alex captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked and swirled. His fingers pinched and rolled the other. Elisha gasped, her head falling back, fingers tangling in his dark hair. "Oh god... Alex..."

The professional boundary had disappeared. Elisha dropped to her knees right there on the cool hardwood floor of the kitchen, her skirt riding up her thighs. With eager hands, she unzipped his pants and freed his thick, already hardening cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, the head glistening slightly.

Elisha looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, a mix of nervous excitement and growing hunger. "Let me show you how eager I am to learn, boss," she purred, her voice soft and breathy. She started slowly, teasingly, pressing soft, wet kisses along the underside of his shaft from base to tip, her full lips brushing the sensitive skin. Her small hand wrapped around the thick base, giving gentle squeezes as she licked a slow, flat-tongued stripe all the way up to the head.

She circled the swollen tip with her tongue, tasting the salty precum before parting her lips and sucking just the head into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled lazily around it, flicking the sensitive underside while her hand began to stroke the rest of his length in slow, twisting motions. Saliva quickly coated him, making everything slick and shiny.

Alex groaned deeply, one hand resting lightly on her golden blonde hair. "That's it... good girl. Take your time. Show me you know how to handle a big... closing tool."

Encouraged, Elisha took him deeper, sliding her lips down several inches while her hand continued pumping the base in perfect rhythm. She hollowed her cheeks, creating tight suction as she bobbed her head with deliberate slowness, pulling back until just the tip remained between her lips, then sinking down again, a little further each time. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the quiet kitchen, mixed with her soft, muffled moans of enjoyment.

She pulled off for a moment, gasping for air, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to his glistening cock. Looking up at him with watery eyes and a naughty smile, she stroked him firmly with both hands now, twisting in opposite directions. "Does this feel like a good sales technique?" she asked innocently, before leaning in to lick and suck on his balls, taking one into her mouth and gently massaging it with her tongue while her hand kept working his shaft.

"Fuck yes," Alex growled, his grip tightening slightly in her hair. "You're a natural. Keep going, just like that. Imagine you're sealing the deal with every suck."

Elisha dove back in with renewed enthusiasm. This time she took him deeper, relaxing her throat and pushing until her nose nearly brushed his stomach. She held there for a few seconds, eyes locked on his, before gagging softly and pulling back with a gasp. Thick ropes of saliva dripped down her chin and onto her exposed tits, making her skin glisten. She didn't wipe it away, instead, she used the wetness to lube her hand even more as she stroked him fast and tight, then sucked him back in with messy, eager bobs.

She varied her pace, long, slow deep-throats mixed with quick, shallow sucks focused on the head, her tongue constantly working. One hand cupped and gently massaged his balls while the other pumped the slick shaft in time with her mouth. Her blonde hair swayed with the motion, some strands sticking to her wet cheeks and lips.

Alex's breathing grew ragged. "Goddamn, Elisha... that mouth is incredible. You're gonna make me want to buy every fucking house you show."

Elisha hummed around his cock in response, the vibrations sending shivers through him. For several more minutes she worshipped him, sucking, licking, stroking, occasionally pulling off to spit on his cock and smear it around with her hands before diving back down. Her jaw began to ache in the best way, but she didn't slow down, determined to impress her boss.

Finally, Alex pulled her up gently by the hair, his cock slipping from her swollen lips with a wet pop. Strings of saliva still connected them as he looked down at her flushed, messy face and glistening tits.

"You passed that part of the training with flying colors," he said, voice rough with lust. He spun her around and bent her over the granite kitchen island...

He hiked her tight skirt up over her hips, exposing her round ass and the tiny white thong panties already soaked through. He yanked the panties down her legs, letting them pool at her heels.

"Spread your legs a little," he commanded softly. "Tell me what you're selling here, Elisha."

She gripped the edge of the island, arching her back and pushing her ass toward him. "My... tight little property," she moaned, voice breathy. "It's ready for a thorough inspection... deep and hard."

Alex rubbed the thick head of his cock along her slick, shaved pussy lips, teasing her clit before lining up and thrusting inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. Elisha cried out, the sound echoing in the empty house. He filled her completely, stretching her walls as he began fucking her with long, powerful strokes from behind. Each thrust made her perky tits bounce against the cool granite, her ass rippling from the impact of his hips.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Alex grunted, his voice rough with lust. One hand stayed on her hip for leverage while the other reached around to rub her love mound in firm, steady circles. "This pussy is going to sell a lot of houses. Imagine all the clients who'll want to put in an offer after they feel how well it takes a deep, hard inspection."

Elisha moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the edge of the island until her knuckles turned white. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her body. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the head dragging against her sensitive inner walls. Her juices coated his cock, making the strokes wetter and smoother with each pass.

"Yes... oh god, harder," she gasped, arching her back more. "Inspect it thoroughly... make sure it's buyer-ready."

Alex chuckled darkly and picked up the pace, slamming into her with more force. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen, mixed with her breathy moans and his low grunts. He varied his pace, long, slow drags that let her feel every ridge and vein, followed by quick, sharp thrusts that made her cry out. His fingers never left her clit, rubbing faster as he felt her pussy flutter and clench around him.

He pulled out briefly, turned her around, and lifted her petite frame onto the edge of the granite island. Elisha wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him back in as he slid deep inside her again. Now face-to-face, they kissed messily, tongues dancing and tangling with raw hunger. Alex drove into her steadily, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive. He broke the kiss to look down between them, watching his thick cock disappear into her slick pussy over and over.

"Look at that," he murmured hotly against her ear. "Such a perfect property, tight, wet, and eager to be claimed. You're going to be my top closer after this, Elisha."

She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Claim it then... fuck your top closer. Make me cum on this big closing tool."

The fucking grew more intense. Alex gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as he pounded upward into her with deep, grinding strokes. Elisha's head fell back, exposing her neck, which he attacked with kisses and light bites. Her perky tits bounced with every thrust, and the pressure on her clit from his grinding pelvis built relentlessly.

Her moans grew higher and more desperate. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core until she couldn't hold back. "I'm so close... don't stop," she whimpered.

Alex pounded her faster, harder, his own breathing ragged. "That's it, cum for me. Seal the deal with that tight little pussy."

Elisha's orgasm hit her hard. Her back arched, her walls spasming rhythmically around his cock as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. She cried out loudly, her body trembling on the island as her juices coated him.

The intense contractions milking his shaft pushed Alex over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and finally busted his nut. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight into her throbbing pussy, flooding her with pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deep inside her while she trembled beneath him, her own climax still rippling through her body.

His cock twitching inside her as the last spurts emptied into her. When he finally pulled out slowly, a creamy trickle of his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy onto the granite island.

Elisha lay there glowing, a satisfied, dazed smile on her flushed face, her body still tingling.

"Shit... open house starts in ten minutes," she whispered, glancing at the clock.

Alex chuckled, helping her sit up and handing her a tissue. He watched as she quickly wiped herself and straightened her clothes, buttoning her blouse, smoothing her skirt, fixing her hair as best she could. She still looked freshly fucked, with a rosy glow on her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"You just aced the training, Elisha," he said, zipping up and adjusting his suit. "Go sell this place. Remember the techniques, hard wood, those incredible assets, and plenty of confidence. Buyers won't know what hit them."

She stood on tiptoes to kiss him quickly, lingering just a second. "Yes, sir. Next time... maybe coach me after hours? When there's no open house waiting."

Alex grinned, heading for the door. "Deal. Break a leg out there."

As the door closed shut behind him, Elisha took one last look around the beautiful home, her body still tingling, especially between her legs, where she could feel his warm load. She straightened her posture, flashed her brightest professional smile in the hallway mirror, and prepared to greet the first buyers.

Deep down, she already knew this property, and this new side of her job, had sealed something far more exciting than just a sale.

The End

Celeb Series Stories / Re: Property of Desire with Multiple Celebs

« Last post by TheLW on April 23, 2026, 09:55:24 PM »

Property of Desire #2
With Ariana Greenblatt
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Fingering, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only

Mark had known his old college buddy Shon for over two decades. They had roomed together freshman year, survived the same wild parties, and somehow stayed close even after Shon moved to the suburbs and started a family. Every few months Shon still drove into the city, and the two of them would grab beers and laugh about the old days. Shon’s daughter Ariana had always been part of those stories, first as the little girl who stole Mark’s baseball cap at a cookout, later as the quiet teenager who barely looked up from her phone. But the last time Mark had seen her, two summers earlier at Shon’s backyard barbecue, something had shifted. She had been sixteen then, still coltish and awkward. Now, at eighteen and freshly graduated, she was breathtaking.

Ariana carried the same striking features that made people do double-takes, huge dark eyes framed by thick natural lashes, full pouty lips that seemed permanently curved in a knowing half-smile, long wavy hair that fell past her shoulders, and a slim, athletic little body, a narrow waist, flared hips, and long toned legs that looked even longer in short denim. Her skin was smooth and golden from the summer sun, and when she smiled the whole room felt brighter. That afternoon she arrived at the apartment building wearing a cropped white tank top that showed a tantalizing strip of midriff and high-waisted denim shorts that hugged her firm ass like they had been painted on. A thin gold chain rested against her collarbone, catching the light every time she moved.

Shon had texted Mark the week before, “Hey man, Ariana needs a place near campus for college. Can you show her that one-bedroom apartment on 7th? And don’t let her charm you into some crazy discount, haha.” Mark had laughed it off at the time. He had no idea how badly he would need the warning.

They met in the lobby, sunglasses perched on her head, hair loose and shiny, a faint vanilla-cherry perfume drifting ahead of her. She flashed that radiant smile and threw her arms around him in a quick hug. “Uncle Mark! Dad said you’d take super good care of me.” Her voice was teasing, and when she pulled back her dark eyes sparkled with something that felt dangerously playful.

“Anything for Shon’s girl,” Mark said, trying to keep his tone light as he led her toward the elevator. Inside the small space he became acutely aware of how close she stood, the heat of her bare arm brushing his.

The unit was on the fourteenth floor, bright, modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the park. Mark walked her through it, pointing out finishes, but Ariana seemed far more interested in testing surfaces than listening. She ran her fingertips along the quartz countertop, bent at the waist to inspect the lower cabinets (giving him an unobstructed view of her round ass in those shorts), then hopped up to sit on the island, swinging her legs. “It’s gorgeous,” she said, tilting her head. “But the rent Dad quoted me is kinda steep for a freshman. Any chance Dad’s oldest friend could... sweeten the deal a little?”

Mark’s mouth went dry. “Ariana, your dad would actually murder me.”

Ariana bit her lower lip and slid off the island, stepping closer until only a foot separated them. “Dad doesn’t have to know every single detail of my life anymore. I’m eighteen now. And I can be really, really grateful when someone helps me out.” Her fingers brushed the front of his shirt, light as a feather. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching, Uncle Mark.”

The air thickened. Mark tried one last time. “This is a bad idea.”

Ariana rose on her tiptoes and kissed him instead, just a press of those full lips, then deeper, her tongue slipping in to taste him. The kiss ignited something primal. He groaned and backed her against the living-room wall, hands sliding under her tank top to feel the warm, silky skin of her waist. Her stomach fluttered under his hands. She gasped when his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, then moaned outright when he cupped them fully, squeezing gently through the thin fabric until her nipples stiffened into tight peaks.

She tugged his shirt up and off. “I’ve fantasized about this,” she whispered hotly against his neck, kissing and biting the skin there. “Ever since I turned eighteen and realized how fucking hot you still are. I touch myself thinking about you sometimes.”

The confession made Mark’s cock throb painfully against his jeans. He yanked her tank top over her head, revealing small, perfect breasts with dusky nipples already begging for attention. He dropped his head and took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive bud. Ariana cried out, arching, fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes... fuck, like that.” He switched to the other, lavishing it with the same hungry attention until both nipples were glistening and swollen.

She shoved him toward the bedroom, both of them shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached the king sized bed she was naked except for tiny white panties already soaked at the crotch. Mark kicked off his pants and boxers, his thick erection springing free. Ariana’s eyes widened with genuine delight. “Holy shit,” she breathed, wrapping her hand around him and stroking slowly from base to tip. “You’re even bigger than I imagined.”

Ariana pushed him onto his back and positioned herself between his parted legs. As she bent forward, her hair cascaded over his thighs. She maintained eye contact while her tongue traced a path from base to tip. Then she enveloped him in the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. Her movements started gentle, teasing circles with her tongue, soft humming that sent pleasurable currents through his body. Mark sighed, his fingers finding their way to her hair, cradling her head without pressure. Ariana grew bolder, relaxing to accommodate more of him between her lips. A thin sheen of moisture appeared on her chin. She released him momentarily, using her hand to maintain rhythm while her mouth explored elsewhere, before returning to take him completely. The vision of her stretched lips and the intensity in her eyes nearly undid him.

After several minutes that felt like sweet torture, he pulled her up and turned her onto her back. “My turn,” he said, voice low and rough. He slid her dampened underwear down her legs and positioned himself between them. Ariana lay exposed before him, flushed and glistening with anticipation. He traced a path of kisses down her stomach, paused at her hips, then lowered his mouth to her center. His first taste made her body respond instantly. He continued with more pressure, using his tongue in slow patterns that made her arch upward.

“Oh my God... Mark!”

The taste of her was intoxicating. Mark eased two fingers inside, finding the spot that made her breath catch while his mouth maintained its relentless rhythm. Her legs began to quiver. He added another finger, increasing both pace and pressure. Ariana’s soft moans escalated to urgent cries as her hands clutched desperately at the bedding.

“Don’t stop... I’m gonna... fuck, I’m so close!”

Ariana’s body tensed around his fingers as an orgasmic release washed over her in waves, her hips moving against him until she collapsed back, breathless.

Mark didn’t give her time to recover. He climbed up, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slick folds. “You sure?” he asked one last time, voice rough.

Ariana nodded frantically, eyes glassy with lust. “Fuck me. Please. I need it.”

Mark settled between her parted legs, his hardness pressing against her where she was wet and waiting. He held back, savoring the moment, sliding himself along her sensitive flesh, gathering her slickness, brushing against that tender bundle of nerves with deliberate strokes until Ariana made a soft, needy sound and arched upward, wordlessly asking for more.

“You ready for me?” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, eyes locked on hers.

Ariana nodded frantically, dark eyes full with need. “Please... I’ve waited so long. Fill me up, Mark. I want to feel every inch.”

He pressed forward inch by inch, savoring the exquisite, impossible tightness that gripped him like a velvet fist. Her inner walls fluttered and stretched around his girth, yielding reluctantly at first, then welcoming him deeper with every careful advance. Ariana’s breath caught, her lips parting as her eyes went wide, fingers digging into his shoulders. Their gazes locked as he continued his careful advance until he was fully sheathed within her. For a moment they remained perfectly still, connected completely, the rise and fall of their chests the only movement as they adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of being joined.

“Fuck,” Mark groaned, as his forehead fell against hers, his breath hot against her lips. “You’re so tight... so fucking perfect.”

Ariana clung to him, fingertips pressing crescents into his skin, thighs quivering against his sides. Her breath caught on a broken inhale. “Mark,” she whispered, the single syllable fragmenting as her eyes fluttered closed. “It’s... you’re...“ Words failed her as sensation took over, leaving only fractured sounds escaping her parted lips.

Mark gave Ariana a moment to adjust, while he kissed her with gentle intensity, his tongue moving in a rhythm that promised more. When he withdrew almost completely, her body clung to him, creating a slick sound that echoed in the quiet room. His next thrust came with greater force, purposeful and commanding, making Ariana gasp as her spine curved upward from the bed.

Soon the pace built, with each powerful movement causing the bed to groan beneath their weight. Mark drove deeper with every thrust, the sensation making Ariana arch and gasp as he hit exactly the right spot inside her.

Her small, perky tits bounced enticingly with the force of his thrusts, Mark couldn’t resist leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth again, not slowing his pace as he did so. The dual sensation overwhelmed Ariana, pulling sounds from her throat that were half- pleasure, half-surrender.

Between their sweat-slicked bodies, Ariana’s fingers found their way to where they joined, circling that sensitive bud with desperate urgency. “Mark... fuck... harder...” she begged, voice breaking on his name like a chant. “Deeper... yes, right there... don’t stop!”

Mark shifted his angle slightly, hips tilting so every thrust ground against that swollen bundle of nerves inside her. The change was immediate, Ariana’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open with a moan as the pressure built unbearably fast. Her walls began to flutter wildly around him, fluttering squeezes that milked his length.

“I’m... I’m gonna come again,” she panted, fingers moving faster on her love mound. “You’re gonna make me... oh fuck...!”

The second climax hit Ariana with stunning force. Her body arched beneath him, inner muscles contracting around him in powerful waves that threatened to draw him deeper. Slick wetness flooded between them, dampening the sheets below. Mark clenched his jaw against his own building release, her breathless gasps of his name testing his restraint to its limits. He gentled his movements without ceasing, guiding her through each diminishing tremor until finally she melted back against the mattress, breathing heavily, her expression one of blissful surrender.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “I’ve never come like that.”

Mark kissed her sweaty temple. “We’re not done yet.”

Mark pulled out slowly, both of them groaning at the loss, then guided her to roll over. Ariana moved eagerly onto her hands and knees, arching her back beautifully, ass presented high and inviting. Her long dark hair spilled across her shoulders like silk, she glanced back at him over one shoulder with that wicked, knowing smile, eyes dark with lust.

“Like this?” she teased, wiggling her hips.

“Exactly like this,” Mark growled.

He gripped her hips and slammed back inside in one smooth, deep thrust. Ariana moaned out, pushing back to meet him, ass rippling with the impact of their bodies colliding. The new angle let him go even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids. He set a punishing pace, with hard, fast thrusts that had the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the bare walls.

Mark’s hand slid around to the front of her body, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves still pulsating from her previous climax. He worked it between his fingers with practiced precision. Ariana’s response was immediate, a deep, throaty sound as she pushed back against him with greater urgency. When his hand connected with the curve of her backside in two quick successions, the bright flash of sensation radiated outward, causing her to tighten around his length.

“Again!” she demanded, voice hoarse.

He spanked her harder this time, leaving a faint pink handprint on her golden skin. The sensations overwhelmed her, his relentless rhythm, the exquisite pressure on her most sensitive spots, the sweet sting radiating across her backside, until Ariana’s strength failed. She collapsed forward, cheek pressed against the sheets, gasping as he continued his passionate assault. Ariana’s body responded with a rush of wetness that slipped past their connection, trailing down her quivering legs. Mark gripped her hips firmly, changing to shorter, deeper movements that had her trembling and making soft, desperate sounds as pleasure bordered on beautiful torment.

Still buried deep inside her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her upright so her back pressed flush to his chest. One hand came up to wrap lightly around her throat, resting there with gentle authority while his fingertips traced the flutter of her heartbeat beneath delicate skin. Meanwhile, his other hand cupped her breast, rolling the stiff nipple between thumb and finger.

Mark fucked up into her now with short, powerful snaps of his hips, each one driving deep, making her gasp. Ariana’s head fell back onto his shoulder, long hair sticking to sweat-damp skin, mouth open in continuous soft moans.

“I’m so full,” she panted, voice wrecked. “You feel so fucking good inside me... stretching me...”

Mark’s lips found the side of her neck, kissing and biting gently. “You take me so well, Ari. Look at you... coming apart on my cock again.”

His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her oversensitive clit once more. He rubbed in slow, firm circles, teasing at first, then faster as her hips jerked. Ariana’s breathing turned ragged, body tensing like a bowstring.

“Mark... I can’t... too much...” But even as she said it, she ground down harder, chasing the edge.

“Come for me one more time,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “Let me feel you soak me again.”

His words pushed her past the edge. This climax came without sound but with no less power, her body went rigid then liquid in his embrace, lips parted in silent ecstasy. She contracted around him rhythmically, each pulse threatening to undo his control completely. Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes as the sensation continued to wash through her in diminishing waves, her fingers digging into his arm as though she might otherwise float away.

Mark cradled her through the aftershocks, his lips brushing her ear with whispered words of approval. “Just like that... perfect... gorgeous when you let go...” His voice steadied her as the tremors subsided, and she eventually collapsed against his chest, every muscle surrendering to complete satisfaction.

He couldn’t hold out, not with the way Ariana’s body kept spasming around him, the way she shivered and arched every time his cock filled her to the hilt. Mark felt his balls tightening, that familiar surge gathering at the root, threatening to take him under. He slammed into her once, twice, then drove himself as deep as her body would allow, holding them there with a guttural growl.

Mark’s release surged through him like a breaking dam, each pulse drawing a soft whimper from Ariana as her body answered with rhythmic contractions, coaxing every last drop from him. She sank forward, arms giving way, while he remained buried deep within her trembling form. Their combined essence traced warm rivulets down her inner thighs as Mark draped himself across her back, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades. He inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her skin, sweet yet salty from exertion. Through the thin barrier of flesh, their hearts raced against each other, his thundering against her spine as hers fluttered beneath his weight.

Ariana’s lips brushed his jaw, tender now where passion had been. Her fingertip wandered across his chest in spirals, mapping the rise and fall of his breathing. Mark remained joined with her as his body gradually relaxed, savoring these quiet moments when their heartbeats synced and the world beyond their tangled limbs ceased to exist.

Ariana lifted her head, dark eyes locking onto his with that same mischievous sparkle from earlier. “So... about that discount?”

Mark chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “For you, Ari? Rent’s cut in half. And free parking for life.”

She grinned, then grew a little more serious, though the playful edge never fully left her voice.

“Good. But honestly? The apartment’s perfect, and the discount’s nice... but what I really want is for this to be a regular thing.” Ariana shifted slightly, feeling him still inside her, and bit her lip. “You come over whenever you want. My dad’s best friend showing up at my door, bending me over the counter, fucking me senseless on this bed, making me come until I can’t think straight. I want that. A lot. Like… weekly. Or more. No strings, no drama, just you and me, whenever the mood hits.”

Mark’s heart pounded harder at her words. He searched her face for any hesitation and found none, only eager honesty mixed with that confident smile. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” she whispered, clenching around him teasingly. “I’ve wanted you for too long to stop at one time. And from the way you just filled me up... I think you want it too.”

Mark pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, tasting the lingering sweetness of her lips. When he broke away, his voice was rough with renewed arousal. “Yeah. I want it. Badly. Shon never has to know. But you and me? This apartment? Whenever I can get away, I’ll be here. Fucking you exactly how you want it. As often as you want it.”

The End

Celeb Series Stories / Property of Desire with Multiple Celebs

« Last post by TheLW on April 23, 2026, 09:51:11 PM »

Property of Desire #1
With Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Oral, Tit Play
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the modern condo, turning the polished hardwood floors a warm gold. I stepped inside, already feeling the place had potential, the open living room, sleek kitchen island, killer city view from the balcony. But when the door opened and she greeted me, everything else faded.

"Hi, you must be Alex," she said, extending a manicured hand. Her voice was warm, confident, with this playful edge that hit me right away. "I'm Paris, your real estate agent for today. Come on in, let's see if this place feels like home."

Paris was shorter than I'd expected, maybe 5'4", but built like she knew exactly how to use every inch. Her fitted white blouse hugged her frame, top buttons undone just enough to tease the swell of her breasts, and that tight pencil skirt clung to her hips and ass in a way that made it hard to focus on square footage. Dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, green eyes sparkling as she smiled. Slim but toned, with curves in all the right places.

"It's nice," I managed, nodding around the room. "Bigger than the photos."

"Photos never capture the real thing." Paris said as she turned, leading me down the hallway, hips swaying with grace. "Let me show you the master suite first. That's usually what seals the deal."

We moved through the space as she pointed out features, the walk-in closet, double vanity, rainfall shower, but her commentary got lighter, flirtier. When she bent slightly to gesture at the plush king bed, the blouse pulled tight across her chest, lace of a black bra peeking out. My throat went dry.

"You seem... really passionate about your job," I said.

She straightened, turning to face me fully. Those eyes of hers locked on mine. "I am. I love closing deals. And I can always tell when someone's ready to commit." She stepped closer, close enough for me to catch her perfume, vanilla with something warmer underneath. "Are you ready to commit, Alex?"

My heartbeat hammered at my chest. "Depends on the terms."

Her smile turned wicked. She reached up, fingers brushing my collar. "Sometimes the best terms aren't on paper." Her hand slid down my chest, slow and sure. "Sometimes they're sealed right here."

Before I could think, she pressed against me, soft, warm curves molding to my body. Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and open, tongue teasing. My hands went to her waist, then lower, gripping the firm roundness of her ass through the skirt. She moaned into my mouth, the sound shooting straight through me.

Paris broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "God, you're built." Then she tugged my shirt over my head. Her hands roamed my bare skin, nails dragging lightly down my chest.

I groaned as she sank to her knees on the plush rug. Her fingers worked my belt open, zipper down, freeing my cock. She looked up through thick lashes, lips parted. "Impressive," she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base. "I think we can work with this."

Her tongue darted out first, pink and wet, flicking teasingly across the swollen tip, tracing circles that made my hips twitch forward involuntarily. Then she leaned in, taking the head into her mouth with a soft suck. Warm, slick heat enveloped me as she slid down further, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

Paris moaned around me, as she took every inch of my cock, her throat relaxing to accommodate me until her nose brushed my skin. Saliva glistened on her full lips, a thin trail dripping down her chin as she bobbed slowly at first, savoring every slide. Every few strokes she pulled back almost all the way, letting my cock slip free with a wet pop, only to stroke me firmly with her hand, twisting at the head, spreading the slickness, before spitting messily onto the tip and diving back down, deeper this time.

"Fuck, Paris," I groaned, my voice rough, barely holding together.

She popped off again, this time grinning up at me, she licked her lips slowly. "You like that? Wait until you feel the rest."

Rising fluidly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tight skirt and shimmied it down over her hips. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing black lace panties that clung to her like a second skin, already darkened and damp at the crotch from how turned on she was. Her body was incredible, with curves that looked even better in person than any photo could capture. Slim waist flaring into rounded hips, toned legs, and that ass... firm, full, begging to be grabbed.

Paris unbuttoned her white blouse with agonizing slowness, one button at a time, letting the fabric part inch by inch. The black lace bra came into view, straining against the swell of her breasts, perky and round, nipples already stiff and pressing against the delicate material. With a flick of the clasp between them, the bra fell away. Her tits spilled free, perfect handfuls, soft yet firm, dark nipples erect and begging for attention.

I stared, completely transfixed, my cock twitching in the open air. She cupped them in her hands, lifting and squeezing gently, thumbs brushing over the peaks until she let out a soft sigh of her own.

"Touch them," she whispered, stepping closer so they were right there, inches from my chest.

My hands moved before my brain caught up. I cupped her breasts, feeling their warmth, their weight, soft skin yielding under my palms. I kneaded them slowly at first, thumbs circling her nipples, then pinching lightly. She gasped, arching into my touch, her head tipping back slightly as her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders.

"Harder," she breathed. I obliged, rolling the stiff peaks between my fingers, tugging just enough to make her moan. One hand slid down her side, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, before slipping around to grip her ass, firm and round, squeezing as I pulled her flush against me. My cock pressed against her stomach.

Paris ground against me slowly, the lace of her panties dragging over my shaft, teasing friction that had me groaning into her neck. Her skin flushed and glowing in the golden light filtering through the windows.

"I want to taste you more," I muttered against her neck, already dropping to kiss a path down her chest. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the bud while my hand worked the other. She threaded her fingers through my hair, holding me there, hips rocking subtly as if chasing more contact.

Her free hand slid between us, wrapping around my cock again, stroking in time with my mouth on her. "You're so fucking hard," she purred. "I can feel you throbbing for me."

I switched to the other breast, biting gently, soothing with my tongue until she was whimpering softly. Then I pulled back just enough to look at her, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with lust.

"Get on the bed," I said, voice low. She complied, backing toward the king-sized mattress, climbing up and lying back on the crisp white sheets. Her legs parted slightly, inviting, as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, tossing them aside. Her pussy was bare, smooth, lips swollen and glistening with arousal.

I crawled over her on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight as she lay back against the crisp white sheets, legs parting in invitation. Her dark hair fanned out around her flushed face, eyes half-lidded and hungry. I kissed my way down her body slowly, nipping at the underside of her breasts, tracing the curve of her stomach with my tongue, lingering at the dip of her navel, until I settled between her thighs.

Her pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and pink, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I hooked my hands under her knees, spreading her wider, and she let out a soft, needy whimper that went straight to my cock.

I started with long, slow licks, flat tongue dragging from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit, tasting every inch of her. She shivered, hips lifting slightly off the bed to chase my mouth. I circled her with the tip of my tongue, light and teasing at first, feeling it swell under the attention. Then I flicked it, quick, deliberate little licks, before flattening my tongue again and pressing harder, lapping at her in steady, rhythmic passes.

"Right there," she moaned, voice breaking as her fingers twisted in the sheets. "Fuck, Alex... just like that."

I attacked her clit between my lips gently, then harder, the suction made her thighs tense around my head. She rocked against my face, grinding against me, coating my chin and lips with her wetness. Her back arched sharply, a gasp tearing from her throat.

I kept my hands on her thighs, holding her open, thumbs spreading her pussy lips wider so I could bury my face deeper. My tongue dipped lower, tracing her entrance, pushing inside just enough to taste more of her before sliding back up to focus on her clitoris again. I alternated between flicking fast, then slow circular motions, followed by long drags, building the pressure without letting her settle into one rhythm.

Her breathing turned ragged, moans growing louder, more desperate. "Don’t stop... Please don’t stop..."

I pressed my tongue flat and firm, rubbing broad circles over her clit while I sucked lightly at the same time. Her hips bucked harder, thighs trembling against my shoulders. I could feel her getting closer, muscles tightening, breath hitching in short, sharp pants.

"Fuck, Alex, I’m gonna come..."

She shuddered with a broken cry, body bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around my head as she pulsated against my mouth. Warmth flooded my tongue, I kept licking through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every tremor until her hips jerked with overstimulation and she tugged weakly at my hair.

"Too much... come here," Paris panted, voice wrecked.

I crawled back up her body, kissing her hard when I reached her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on my lips and tongue, sucking greedily as her hands roamed my back, nails digging into my skin.

"I need you inside me," she whispered against my lips. "Now. Please."

I shifted between her legs, gripping my cock and rubbing the head through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her entrance until she whimpered and lifted her hips. Then I pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch, feeling her stretch around me, hot and tight and perfect. Her walls fluttered, gripping me as I sank deeper. We both groaned when I bottomed out, buried to the hilt, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer.

For a moment I just stayed there, feeling her pulse around me, savoring the way she clenched every time I throbbed inside her. Then I started moving, slow, with deep rocking motions of my hips at first, dragging out every slide. The wet sound of us filled the room, mixing with her soft gasps.

"Faster," she breathed, nails digging into my shoulders.

I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, jackhammering away at her pussy, until the bed creaked under us and her tits bounced with every drive. Skin slapped against skin, sweat slicked our bodies.

"Harder... fuck me like you mean it." Paris cried out.

I pulled out long enough to flip her over. She got on her hands and knees, ass arched high, back dipped in that perfect curve. I gripped her hips and slid back in with one smooth thrust, burying myself even deeper inside of her. She cried out, pushing back to meet me, ass jiggling with each impact as I repeatedly slid in and out of her.

I pounded into her relentlessly, hard, steady thrust that hit every sensitive spot inside her. One hand stayed on her hip, as my cock worked over time, pounding away at her snatch.

"Yes... yes... fuck, right there..."

Her moans turned into sharp, breathless cries. Her inner walls started fluttering again, tightening around my cock like she was trying to pull me deeper.

"I’m coming... oh God, I’m coming again..."

She clenched down hard, body shaking violently as the second orgasm tore through her. Her pussy pulsed around me in waves, the sight of her, face buried in the sheets, ass up, trembling, pushed me right to the edge.

I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself furiously. She turned quickly, kneeling in front of me, cupping her tits together in offering. I came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum shooting out across her cleavage, dripping down the soft curves, catching on her stiff nipples. She looked up at me, eyes glazed and satisfied, then dragged her fingers through the mess, smearing it over her skin like it was lotion.

"So... still interested in the condo?" Paris asked a moment later.

"I think we sealed the deal, and a lot more than that," I answered back with a grin.

The End

Actors & Actresses / Pretty in Pink with McKenna Grace

« Last post by TheLW on April 23, 2026, 09:46:20 PM »

Pretty in Pink
With McKenna Grace
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The lights of the Dolby Theatre had finally dimmed on the 98th Annual Academy Awards, but the night still hummed with that electric afterglow of cameras, and applause. I’d been there as a guest, nothing glamorous, just a plus-one for a producer friend who’d dragged me along for the event, and I hadn’t expected much beyond a few good speeches and an overpriced dinner. Then I saw her.

McKenna Grace stood near the edge of the red carpet exit in that floor-length pink satin gown, the one that caught every flash like it was made of liquid rose gold. The bodice hugged her like a second skin, the deep scoop neckline framing the soft swell of her breasts, while the corseted waist flared out into layers of pleated fabric that swayed with every small shift of her weight. Her blonde hair was swept up in a loose, elegant updo, a few strands framing her face, and that diamond necklace, delicate yet dazzling, drew my eyes straight to the elegant line of her throat. She looked like a dream someone had painted just to ruin me. I’d seen her on screen plenty of times, but nothing prepared me for the real thing, the confidence in her posture, the way her fingers lightly gathered the skirt of her gown as she posed for one last photographer, her lips curved in a small, knowing smile.

I wasn’t trying to approach her. I really wasn’t. But the crowd funneled us toward the same side exit, and when a security guard accidentally bumped her elbow, her clutch slipped. It hit the carpet at my feet. I bent down before I could think twice, picked it up, and handed it back to her.

“Here,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “You dropped this.”

She turned those blue eyes on me, sharp, amused, a little tired from the long night, and took the clutch. “Thanks. Saved me from chasing it across the pavement in these heels.” Her voice was softer than I expected, a little husky from all the interviews. She glanced at my tux, then back up to my face. “You look like you’ve had enough of the spotlight too.”

I laughed under my breath. “Just a guest. Not even nominated for anything except maybe ‘best plus-one who doesn’t know how to tie a bow tie properly.’”

She smiled wider, and something shifted in the air between us. “Well, you’re doing better than half the guys in here. I’m McKenna, by the way.”

“I know,” I said before I could stop myself. Then I winced. “Sorry. That sounded creepy. I’m Eric.”

McKenna tilted her head, studying me for a second. “Not creepy. Honest. Most people pretend they don’t recognize me. Makes the night feel longer.” She glanced around at the thinning crowd, the lingering paparazzi flashes still popping in the distance. “Are you sticking around for the after-parties, or are you one of those smart ones who bails early?”

“I’ve got a suite at the Peninsula,” I told her. “Figured I’d head back, order room service, and pretend I didn’t just watch half the industry cry on stage.”

“Room service sounds better than another hour of small talk. Mind if I tag along? My driver’s running late, and I’m starving for something that isn’t a tiny canapé.”

I blinked. “Yeah. Absolutely.”

We slipped out together through a side door the security team opened for her. The black SUV she’d waved over wasn’t hers after all, it was a shared ride the Academy had arranged, but she didn’t seem to care. In the back seat, the city lights slid across her face as she kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief. The gown pooled around her legs like spilled silk. We talked easily, about the awards, about how surreal it felt to be in a room with legends, about the ridiculous dress code that made breathing optional. She asked where I was from, and I told her about the cold winters and the way the sky looked endless back home. She listened like she actually cared, her knee brushing mine, sending a spark up my spine.

By the time we pulled up to the hotel, the tension had thickened into something undeniable. The doorman didn’t bat an eye at the two of us walking in together, her bare feet silent on the marble floor, gown whispering with every step. In the elevator, she leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded, and said quietly, “I don’t usually do this. But tonight... I don’t want the night to end yet.”

My suite was on the top floor, spacious, modern, with a view of the glowing Los Angeles skyline. The moment the door closed shut behind us, she turned to me. The air felt charged, heavy. She stepped close enough that I could smell the faint floral scent of her perfume mixed with the warmth of her skin. “Eric,” she said, my name soft on her lips. “Kiss me.”

I did. Slow at first, testing, then deeper when she sighed into my mouth and pressed herself against me. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers curling into the lapels of my tux jacket. I pulled her closer, one hand at the small of her back, the other cupping the back of her neck where stray hairs tickled my palm. The kiss turned hungry, tongues sliding, breaths mingling. She tasted like champagne and something sweeter, something just her.

We didn’t rush to the bedroom. We stumbled there, still kissing, her gown making soft rustling sounds as it dragged across the carpet. I backed her toward the king-sized bed until her thighs hit the edge. She sat, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and parted lips. “Help me with this dress?” she whispered.

I sank to my knees in front of her instead. The gown was a masterpiece of engineering, hooks and hidden zippers, but I took my time, sliding the satin down her shoulders, revealing inch after inch of smooth, warm skin. The necklace stayed on, the diamonds glittered against her collarbones as the fabric pooled at her waist. Her breasts spilled free, full and perfect, nipples already tight. I leaned in and kissed the valley between them, then lower, trailing my mouth down the soft curve of her stomach as I worked the gown the rest of the way off. She lifted her hips to help, and soon the dress lay in a pink heap on the floor beside her discarded heels.

McKenna was left in nothing but the diamond necklace, a tiny lace thong, and the faint sheen of lotion on her legs. I hooked my fingers into the sides of the thong and peeled it down slowly, savoring the way her breath hitched. When it was gone, she was bare to me, smooth, glistening, her thighs parting just enough to invite me closer.

I looked up at her. “I want to taste you,” I said, voice rough.

Her eyes darkened. “Please.”

I pressed my hands to the insides of McKenna's thighs, spreading her wider, and lowered my mouth to her. The first lick dragged from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit, and she gasped, fingers threading into my hair. She was warm, slick, the taste of her flooding my tongue, sweet and heady. I took my time, exploring every fold, circling her sensitive area with the flat side of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. Her hips rolled against my face, soft moans spilling out of her as I licked deeper, firmer.

“God, yes,” she breathed, head falling back. “Just like that.”

I slid my arms under her thighs, hooking them over my shoulders so I could bury myself completely. My tongue plunged inside her, fucking her in slow, deliberate strokes while my nose brushed her clit. She tasted even better like this, hot and wet, her arousal coating my chin. I groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder. I switched to long, broad licks again, then focused on her snatch with tight, rhythmic circles, sucking and flicking until her thighs started to tremble around my head.

McKenna's fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just hard enough to sting. “Don’t stop, fuck, I’m so close already.” Her voice cracked on the last word. I doubled down, sucking her clit hard while my tongue flicked fast and steady. She came with a sharp moan, back arching off the bed, hips grinding against my mouth as waves of pleasure rolled through her. I didn’t pull away. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every last shudder until she was panting, chest heaving, the diamonds on her necklace catching the low light with every breath.

When McKenna's grip in my hair loosened, I kissed the inside of each thigh, then rose up between her legs. My cock was straining against my tux pants, aching. She looked wrecked in the best way, flushed, lips swollen from kissing, eyes glassy with satisfaction.

I stripped quickly, shedding the jacket, shirt, pants, until I was as bare as she was. McKenna watched me, biting her lower lip, one hand trailing down her own stomach. I climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs again. The head of my cock nudged against her soaked entrance, and she nodded, whispering, “Yes. Now.”

I pushed inside her in one deep thrust. She was tight, hot, still pulsating from her orgasm. The feeling of her inner walls gripping me made my vision blur for a second. I stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every inch of her. Then I started to move, with long, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, pulling me deeper.

“Harder,” she gasped. “I want to feel you.”

I gave it to her. The pace quickened, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room along with her moans and my low groans. I braced one hand beside her head, the other sliding under her ass to tilt her hips up, hitting a new angle that made her cry out every time I drove in. The necklace bounced against her chest with each thrust, diamonds flashing. Her breasts moved in time with my rhythm, nipples brushing my chest when I leaned down to kiss her again, this time with messy, desperate kisses that tasted like her and like me.

We fucked like that for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, deep, relentless, the kind of sex that erases everything else. She came again, clenching around me so tightly I had to fight not to follow her over the edge right then. I slowed just enough to let her ride it out, then picked up the pace again, chasing my own release.

When it hit me, it was shattering. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, groaning her name against her neck. She held me through it, nails lightly scratching down my back, whispering soft encouragement until the last throb faded.

We stayed like that, me still inside her, her legs loosely wrapped around me, both of us catching our breath. Eventually I pulled out and collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. She curled against my chest, one leg thrown over mine, the pink satin of her abandoned gown somewhere on the floor like a forgotten promise.

The city lights shined outside the window, but the only thing that mattered was the steady beat of her heart against mine.

“Best after-party I’ve ever been to,” she murmured, smiling against me.

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Same. And the night’s still young.”

We didn’t sleep much after that. But the rest of it... well, that’s another story for another night.

The End

Singers / Britney Spears: Hollywood Hooker Chapter 4

« Last post by Cptnstrwrs on April 23, 2026, 09:31:41 PM »

Las Vegas, Nevada

It had been over a week since my main girl, Ariana Richards had hooked up for a second time with my friend Dozer. She had told me nonstop how much fun she had with him during their night together. Normally I'd be a little jealous, but with Dozer it's different. Ariana's sex drive is higher than any other woman I've ever met before so anytime I can loan her out to someone else to help take some of the pressure off of me, well, I do just that. I figured Dozer deserved a little reward for his time and I knew just the thing: a weekend trip to Vegas to meet my...business partner, singer turned secret hooker, Britney Spears. Most of her time was devoted to her Vegas show, but any freetime she had was usually spent with high paying clients. It works out great for both of us since I can always use the extra cash Britney brings in, and Britney gets to hook up with as many guys as she wants with no strings attached. Since Britney owed me and I owed Dozer, it seemed like a no brainer to introduce him to Britney.

We get to the hotel Britney's staying at a little after eight in the evening and head straight up. The casino she's performing at gave her a penthouse suite that's bigger than most houses I've seen. She gave me a key awhile ago so Dozer and I walk right in after I unlock the door. "Britney, Baby where are you? It's Cptnstrwrs. I brought my new friend Dozer too. He's so excited to meet you!" I say. "Hi. I'm out here! I've been waiting for you two!" Britney calls out from the balcony. We follow her voice outside, Britney sitting in a large hot tub, the water up to her shoulders. "Britney this is Dozer," I say, pointing to my friend. "Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you!" Britney says, standing up. It's almost impossible not to stare at her huge breasts jiggling as she stands, packed tightly into the pink bikini top she has on. I catch Dozer staring...lower at the skimpy pink thong Britney's wearing and I give him a nudge with my elbow. "What? Britney looks good in that bikini," Dozer replies, grinning at Britney and me. "Thanks! You guys want to join me?" Britney giggles, giving us a sly grin. "I don't think either of us have a swimsuit with us," I laugh, trying to make Britney just come out and say what she's thinking. "Don't be silly! You don't need a swimsuit for the hot tub!" Britney giggles, untying the strings on her top, giving us the perfect view of her now naked tits as she undoes the strings on her thong.

Britney takes a stop back, slowly sitting down in the hot tub, waving us over. I don't know who gets their clothes off faster: Dozer or myself. We climb into the hot tub, Dozer sitting on Britney's left while I sit on her right. She wastes no time, leaning towards Dozer and kissing him. The two of them make out for a few minutes before Britney turns to me and we make out as Dozer slips his hands around her body, playing with her tits as I make out with her. Britney moans softly as he rolls her nipples between his fingers. Not to be left out, I slip my hand between my body and Britney's, alternating between rubbing her clit and finger fucking her, not once stopping our make out session.

I could make out with her all night but Britney has other ideas. She pulls away, her lust filled eyes darting between me and Dozer, as if she can't decide who she wants next. "You're a good kisser!" Dozer laughs, inadvertently helping Britney decide. "If you liked my kissing, just wait. I can do a lot of things with this mouth!" Britney growls in a seductive voice. "I can vouch for that!" I laugh. Britney stands up again, motioning to us to do the same. She has Dozer sit on the edge of the hot tub and she bends over in front of him, grabbing his nearly two foot long cock, aiming it towards her open mouth. Moving behind Britney, I wait until she has most of it in her mouth before gently pushing my cock inside her pussy. She moans softly as I enter her, the sound muffled by the huge cock shoved down her throat. Her pussy is just as tight and wet as I remember, and I waste no time, immediately pumping her pussy slowly, fully intending to enjoy every second of it.

Britney's walls grip my cock tightly as I fuck her from behind, stretching to their limits as I penetrate her as deeply as I can with each thrust. I hear her gag again and again as Dozer slides his massive cock in and out of her mouth, her throat bulging with Dozer's every move. I'm not sure if Britney would have though he night would be going like this, but her muffled cries of pleasure let us know she's still enjoying every second of it. We give it to her good and hard for the better part of ten minutes before I give Dozer a nod, my friend nodding back as I pull my cock from Britney's pussy. I wait until Dozer's fully out of Britney's mouth before speaking. "Ok Baby that was great but we need you to turn around," I say, Britney quickly complying.

"Oh God! His cock is going to stretch out my pussy!" Britney exclaims as Dozer approaches from behind her. I give him a nod and he nods back at me. "I bet he would...if he was going to be fucking your pussy," I say, giving Britney a moment to process everything. "Oh! OH! Really! I've never had a cock that huge in my ass before!" Britney exclaims, a panicked look on her face. "Well there's a first time for everything. Besides, if Ariana could take it up the ass so can you. I promised Dozer the VIP experience with the world famous Britney Spears as a reward for fucking Ariana nice and hard for me a few days ago. Please don't leave me hanging babe!" I say. With a sigh, Britney reaches back, spreading her asscheeks wide as Dozer presses the head of his cock against her puckered asshole.

"Hold on! It's not a party without some music. Alexa! Play Slave For You by Britney Spears!" I laugh, Britney rolling her eyes as the music starts. "Open up," I say, Britney opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Dozer pushes into her ass as I slip my cock down her throat. As we pump our cocks in and out of Britney's holes I think we're both trying to move in time with the music and it takes every ounce of will I have to not laugh out loud. Britney moans and groans her approval, accepting the fact that Dozer and I are going to use her as our personal sex toy all night long. Her lips feel so soft and warm on my cock, and the way she's running her tongue up and down my shaft is nothing short of amazing. "Damn! Britney's ass is tight! Probably one of the tightest I've ever fucked!" Dozer exclaims. "Well it's not like there's been a lot of women willing to let you put that monster cock up their asses!" I laugh. "Ha! I guess you're right!" Dozer laughs back as we speed up our thrusts. Britney takes her hands, grabs her tits and begins squeezing and playing with them as Dozer and I do our thing.

As I look over at Dozer, I can tell he's not goong to last much longer. But then, with an ass like Britney's is involved, I can't blame him. "Ughh! I'm going to cum soon! I can't hold it much longer!" Dozer growls. "Then don't man! You think Britney hasn't ever had a guy blow their load up her ass before!" I chuckle. Apparently that was all the motivation my friend needed, Dozer grabbing Britney's hips tightly as he shoots his cum deep inside her ass. It definitely catches Britney offguard, the sensation of cum being pumped up her ass causes the popstar to jerk in response, her tongue dragging across my cock at just the right angle. It causes ME to cum next, grabbing Britney's head and holding her in place as I cum. She doesn't fight it, the popstar turned prostitute, gulping down my load happily. I swear I can even hear her groan softly as I finish cumming, almost as if she's disappointed that I have no more cum for her at the moment.

"Damn Britney! We're only just getting started and you've already taken two huge loads!" I laugh. "Let's take this to the shower and get our dirty cum filled girl cleaned up!" I say. Britney takes us by the hand and leads us to the bathroom. She turns on the shower and steps inside. Dozer and I follow close behind her, Dozer standing in front of her as I get behind her. He begins kissing her as I pull Britney's hair aside and begin kissing and nipping her neck. The two of us run our hands all over Britney's curves, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. Slipping his hands under Britney, Dozer lifts her up, then lowers her onto his cock, Britney squealing loudly as the first foot of his cock enters her. Moving closer, I push my cock into her ass as Dozer starts sliding the pop star up and down on our cocks. "Ugghhhh! Agghhhh! I forgot how good it feels to have two big hard cocks inside me! Fuck me guys! Fuck me until I cum all over your cocks!" Britney shrieks, her body going limp between us as we fuck her silly.

Seeing as how Dozer is more than able to hold up Britney by himself, I slip my hands around her body, grabbing a tit in each hand and squeezing them tightly. Pinching Britney's rock hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I roll the small nubs between them several times. The longer we go at it, the tenser Britney's body gets between us and I know she'll be getting her wish soon, as I'm not sure how she's lasting this long already. She suddenly lets out a loud cry, wrapping her arms tightly around Dozer's neck and shoulders. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I...Ugghhh!" Britney wails, her body trembling between us as she climaxes. I don't think I've ever seen Britney cum this hard before, but hey, I'll take at least partial credit for it. She finally finishes and we set her down on her feet in the shower. Dozer and I pull out of her and turn off the water. Britney's still a little dazed and confused so we help her dry off before taking her back to the bedroom.

We sit here down on the edge of the bed, Britney falling backwards onto her back groaning, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. "I'm still good to go, you guys. I'll just lie here and you guys can do what you want, okay?" Britney groans, the exhaustion still clear in her voice. I give Dozer a look, shrug my shoulders and walk over to Britney. Grabbing her by the ankles, I put her legs up on my shoulders as I aim my cock for her asshole. I push inside her ass gently, trying to take it easy on Britney, while also allowing myself to enjoy the feel of her asshole gripping ny cock tightly as I enter her. She grabs the bedsheets tightly as I slide inside, moaning softly. I give her ass a couple of slow thrusts as Dozer climbs onto the bed, kneeling over Britney's head. He gently slaps the head of his cock on her forehead and Britney tilts her head back, mouth open and tongue out. Dozer slides the first foot of his cock down her throat and begins facefucking her as I continue pounding Britney's asshole.

As Dozer speeds up his thrusts, Britney seems to catch her second wind, using one hand to stroke the part of the cock not in her mouth while rubbing Dozer's balls with her other hand. It's pretty hot and I wish I was in his place right now. Hearing Britney's cries of pleasure increasing in volume turns me on even more, and I start fucking her asshole as hard as I can. The pop star writhes and wriggles between us, pinned in place by our cocks buried deep in either end of her body. We go faster and faster, Britney getting louder and louder, until her cries push me over the edge. "Oh fuck Babe! I'm going to cum!" I growl, shooting my load deep in her ass. "Fuck! Me too!" Dozer says. I watch as he cums in Britney's mouth, his huge cock so far down her throat that Britney's only option is gulp down the nearly gallon sized load. She doesn't resist or panic, swallow every last drop like a pro.

I pull out of her ass as Dozer pulls his cock out of her mouth, Britney coughing and gasping for air. "You okay Baby?" I ask. Britney nods her head, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile as she finishes coughing. "Are you good to go again?" I ask. "I'm sorry Captain, but you two have tired me out. I can't believe I'm this exhausted already!" Britney exclaims. I look at Dozer, laughing. "Well, seeing as how Dozer was involved, I'm actually surprised you lasted as long as you did!" I say. "The night's still young. You want to go back to the club and see if there are any other lonely ladies out on the town tonight?" I ask Dozer. "Sounds like a plan," he replies. "You good with that?" I ask Britney. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm not mad. Like I said, I need a break anyway," Britney says.

We dress quickly and are about to head out the door when Britney stops us, a strange look on her face. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Nothings wrong, I just... Remember that party you had a while back? It was basically a small orgy at your house?" Britney asks softly. "Yeah. Cptnstrwrs' Cock A Polooza. How could I forget THAT night!" I laugh. "Could we do that again? I can't stop thinking about how much fun I had that night!" Britney exclaims. "Sure! Let me make a few calls. We'll make the next one even better than the original!" I say as Dozer and I head out the door...

The End

I've been wanting to do another Cptnstrwrs Cock A Polooza story for a while now and I think now's the time. If you have any celebrities you'd like me to include or if you wanted to be written into the story let me know.