WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which
are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the
persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is
unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing
pornographic material in your current country of residence.
Featuring: Charli XCX (aka Charlotte Emma Aitchison - British pop music
singer)
A Charli XCX-Mas
A celebrity erotic story
by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk)
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I don’t consider myself to be a Good Samaritan or anything like that. I
donate to the odd charity collector, do the odd ticket raffle, and maybe
hold open a door or two for people as I pass. Well, it is London, England
after all and a couple years in an office job somewhat dulls the senses and
more often than not small acts of kindness are ignored or worse, treated
with contempt. Maybe that day it was because it was the festive spirit
taking over as we entered December of 2014, the Christmas songs playlist in
my music player, or the very fitting Santa hat topping my short brown haired
head. Whatever it was, I felt like doing the right thing when I saw her
stumble with her bags. And it was the best decision I’d made all year, and
then some.
“Hey, you alright there love?” I asked as I moved over, dodging past other
pedestrians heading the other way as I knelt down, helping the lady collect
up the couple of filled up designer shopping bags she was carrying. “Need a
hand?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe!” She answered with a laugh, at least being good
natured about this as she looked up to me. Wow, talk about stunning! This
raven-haired beauty was a knockout, and the bright red lipstick covering her
lips helped with that along with the dark eyeliner. “Nice hat mate.” She
smirked, her accent showing she was certainly English.
“Cheers. Fits the season, or at least the month.” I chuckled, giving her a
smile before I reached down and made sure her bags were alright before
taking a couple into my hands. “Need a help carrying these until you get a
taxi or something?”
“Well aren’t you a right Santa’s Little Helper?” She smiled again, giving me
a nod as we both stood up. It gave me a moment to see her in a big,
fashionable jacket which certainly suited for the cold London weather, and
certainly put my plain jeans, baggy kind of hooded jacket, and shirt
underneath to shame in terms of style. My black flat shoes were more
practical however, especially for this task than her high heels. “Actually,
my hotel isn’t too far down this way. If you don’t mind lending a hand…” She
trailed off, a motion down the street she had been heading in as there
seemed to be a slight, very slight suggestive hint to it. At the time, I’d
written it off just as he being appreciative of my offer.
“Not a problem love! Lead the way… Oh sorry, the name’s Dave by the way.” I
said to introduce myself. Yeah yeah, I know. Dave from London. Shut it, I
didn’t pick the name.
“Nice to meet you Dave. I’m Charli… Charli XCX. Heard of me before?”
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Truth is, I hadn’t. Don’t listen to too much commercial radio or pop music
since a few years back. More off a non-mainstream music fan but I can
appreciate the classics, and I can sure appreciate a gorgeous woman when I
see one. Turns out that Charlotte, or her stage name Charli XCX as she
insisted I call her, is a rising pop star who’d this year broken into the
big time, getting success in America and here in the UK. As it happened I
did recall hearing a song she gave vocals to called “I Don’t Care”. Had
something to do with driving cars into a bridge or something. Like I said,
not a pop fan so maybe it was a reference that went over my head.
All I knew was my offer of helping her had led to this – me settling down
her shopping bags in her lavish hotel room. She’d told me she was making the
most of international chart success and splashing out for Christmas, and
underestimating how much she’d end up spending and buying led to her
eventual stumble and her needing my assistance. Hell, if I had money alone
to spend a night in a place like this, I’d probably do the same. Maybe order
a taxi though but hey, I’m not the stunning music starlet here.
“I want to thank you Dave for helping me out…” Speaking of Charli, she had
scooped up one bulky looking bag – the only one from the set that didn’t
seem to have a brand on the side I noticed, setting it on the bed as she
gave me a somewhat flirty smile. “And since you’re clearly into Christmas,
I’ve got the perfect present for you.”
“Hey, I’m just glad to help. But if you’re offering, then I’m not going to
say no.” I replied with a smile of my own. A sexy babe wanting to reward me?
She couldn’t be meaning… No, could she?
“Stay right here then, and I’ll be right back…” She said, pointing to the
bed, and from how she didn’t move as she pointed she wanted me right where
she wanted me.
I obliged of course, who the Hell wouldn’t? When I sat down, she smirked,
turned, and I watched her depart into the bathroom of the hotel room,
closing the door and locking it behind her. It gave me the change to ditch
my shoes and socks, making myself feel a little at home since it seemed
clear I was welcome here for a while at least. Was she making herself more
comfortable? Putting on a show like a true performer just to offer me a
watch or something to test if I was having dirty thoughts or something?
Perhaps applying some devious liquid to a rag, about to use it to knock me
out and the next time I wake up it’ll be in a dungeon in a secret basement,
tied up to a chair and naked as a… OK, sorry, but I had a wild dream once
after a dare to eat a whole block of cheese in quick time and it sometimes
pops up again.
Minutes later, the door unlocked and I looked over, and what I saw not just
made my eyes widen and my jaw drop, but it damn near pitched a tent in my
jeans. Charli XCX, the gorgeous dark haired singer was looking far from
“goth-punk” in her choice of festive and sexy outfit. A bright red with
white trim and balls “buttons” Santa’s Little Helper outfit, complete with a
similar red and white Santa hat resting on her head. The attire was tight
fitting, a short but wide skirt that showed off her tanned legs, and low cut
at the front and showing off deep, pushed up cleavage and a hint of a white
bra that was causing it.
Licking those bright red lips Charli took her time to walk over towards were
I stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing and taking in the sight of
her fantastic body as she stood in front of me, putting on another show as
she bent over forwards in front of me, my eyes staring at her tits being
shown off. I heard a murmur of approval as she reached down and ran a hand
over my hardening package, a brief squeeze making me groan and in turn her
laugh a little.
“I fucking love the Christmas spirit… It’s all about… Giving, right?” She
said in a seductive to put it mildly voice, rubbing over my dick again to
get me hard within my jeans, deliberately letting me see her boobs as she
played with my package. “And for helping me out, I’m going to give it to you
good Dave…” She vowed as she slipped down in front of me to her knees, her
hands reaching up towards my belt.
Stunned and lost for words I could only stare and watch her undo my belt and
then unbutton my jeans, and feeling her tug at me brought me around somewhat
as I shifted up to raise my arse up, letting her bring down the clothing but
with such force and speed they were already down far below my knees before
she reached up again to take a hold of the waistline of my boxer shorts.
“Ho fucking ho, right?” She said with such a naughty, dirty tone that it
made me swallow, my pants now yanked down to my feet and I didn’t get any
time to kick them off before Charli almost ripped my boxers as he hauled
them down. I got a much needed moment to process what was happening as her
eyes widened as she got a clear look at my freed cock.
I’d long given up on why the gorgeous, dark haired pop starlet wanted to
fuck me. Whether it was just a dose of good karma on my part, an actual
reward for helping her out, or maybe she just wanted to satisfy an urge and
I was the lucky guy who gets to, hopefully, do that and then some. Hell, I
didn’t even care at this point, only pleasure rushing to my thoughts the
moment she gripped my cock and started stroking me.
“Fuck me! Didn’t fucking think you’d be packing something…” Charli said with
a smile as she looked up at me, sliding her hand up and down along my meat.
I wouldn’t certainly call myself all that well hung, no way am I a pornstar
or anything, but I’m a bit over average. Maybe 7 or so inches, and kind of
thick to go along with it. From that sexy smirk on her face and the way she
was licking those bright red lips, I could tell she approved of me, and the
glances down at my meat showed she had some hot plans for me as well.
“Guess we’re both getting a present tonight then…” She murmured slightly,
squeezing my rod at the base before delivering another couple of strokes,
making me moan as I fidgeted with my feet, kicking off my pants and trying
to do the same with my boxers.
Narrowing her eyes with another sultry look, her hands snapped down to stop
me, finishing the task for me and tossing my underwear far across the room.
In a red hot, commanding way she smacked her hands onto my knees, spreading
my legs apart and allowing her to inch in before me. I couldn’t take my eyes
off this beautiful “Santa’s Little Helper” as she started to stroke my shaft
once again with a series of firm jerks up and down my rock hard pole.
“Let’s see if you can last…” Charli XCX said, but it sounded more like an
order as she raised an eyebrow slightly, bringing herself down closer to my
dick. One single lick along the underside of my cock, slowly moving from the
top of her hand to the crown was more than enough to make me moan, and she
gave me a second for good measure.
“Ahhhhh… Mmmmm shit…” I exclaimed, my eyes locked onto that pretty face as
her tongue started to slide across the top of my cock, working around in
small, circular motions around the slit and briefly brushing over it. Her
hand went back to work on me, pumping up and down over the shaft while she
licked over my tip, all the while staring up at me with a sensual gaze.
Yeah, she was in fucking control here. She loved it and holy Hell so did I
because that slow and steady tongue lashing was feeling amazing.
“Yeah… Sit back and enjoy Dave…” She gave another order, but in a more
sensual voice as she gave the underside of the head of my tool a quick
little lick. Spitting onto the crown, she used her hand to jerk my whole
length to spread that saliva over me. I can’t exactly brag about having
gotten head as they say from scores of women before, but I was sure of one
thing. This was not the first time Charli had sucked a cock before, and I
wasn’t even between those amazing looking lips yet. There was skill in those
hands, no doubt a sign of a musician, and add in her stunning festive outfit
with deep cleavage on display? Yeah, Christmas had come pretty damn early
for me. A thought in the back of my mind hoped I didn’t cum early as well.
“Mmmmm oh fuck Charli!” I moaned out the moment she opened her mouth and
took my cock up inside, her hand just gripping the base as she guided me in
and then wrapped those bright red lipstick covered lips around my manhood.
She didn’t give any warning about kicking off the BJ, and she wasted even
less time in starting to bob her head on me. Tightly wrapped around me I
might add, sucking on me firmly as she eased her head backwards and forwards
towards my crotch, moving my tool into her mouth that felt so damn good,
perfectly warm and nicely damp and would be reason alone for my moans.
“Ahhhh… Mmmmm shit… Yeah, like that love…” I said, keeping my arms back
behind me so I can keep leaning slightly, allowing a view right down at the
sexy pop singer sucking my dick, her head moving smoothly up and down as she
took in a few inches of me along with the head into that talented mouth of
hers. Her hand was staying busy as well, jerking off the lower part of me
that she isn’t sucking on at the moment, perhaps more of a simple technique
rather than making sure every part of me was getting pleasured. All I knew
was this felt incredible, the upper half of my length getting slurped on
slowly and surely, and I swore I heard a slightly muffled groan escape her
was she moved up and down on my tool.
“Mmmm!! Mmmmm yesssssss… Ahhhhh…” All I could do was moan, my eyes fixated
on the red hot sight of the “Break The Rules” singer bobbing her
raven-haired head back and forth over my stiff rod that was gradually
getting a nice coating of her saliva as a result of her seemingly
experienced action. She pulled back towards the crown, focusing on it to
suck on and using her hand jerk off the rest of my dick but with more rapid
pumps than before. It did allow me to see the upper part of my member having
now a noticeable red covering to it along with the hint of saliva, a result
of her lipstick smearing from the repeated sucking – as if the whole site of
the skimpy Santa Suit wearing beauty wasn’t hot enough already so far.
“Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you?” Charli cooed with another
seductive look, bringing her face close in to flick her tongue teasingly
over the tip. Before I could answer her, she pushed her face down back onto
my dick to make my intended words be a deep moan, and I swear the sexy
British singer was smiling around my shaft as she went back to blowing me.
Her hand stopped stroking me now, changing to fingers just holding the base
to make my rod be straight and steady for her, and again this must be from
practice as it was needed from the way she increased the pace of that
bobbing, dare I say hungry motion on my man meat.
“Ahhhhh!! Mmmmm fuck Charli!! Oh shit… Mmmmm!!” I groaned out, watching in
awe of her oral talents as she pushed down nearly to the base, her other
hand appearing for a moment to brush her long dark hair away over her
shoulder so there was no restrictions to my view or distractions for her
task. She gave me another of those dirty looks before closing her eyes, and
I caught another muffled moan coming from her as she pressed down all the
way this time, those pouty red lips meeting her fingers for a brief moment,
before her hand slipped away and grabbed my thight.
Deepthroat. Sure, like I said, I wasn’t hung like a porn star or that, but
damn it felt fantastic to have my whole cock up inside Charli XCX’s warm,
damp mouth, now not even having to move on me to cause me to moan. Her
gorgeous face was pressing into my crotch, not fazed by my pubic hair at all
as her nose touched my skin and my balls rested against her chin, and this
was all helping to further coat my length with her saliva as she stayed
right down onto me. She never gagged for a moment as well, but I could hear
her groaning herself around me as she kept this deep throat action going.
There was no doubt a joke someone, somewhere could have made about singers
being good with their mouths, or maybe one about a casting couch earning a
deal. All I cared about was the fantastic feeling I was getting from my rod
hard cock being fully contained inside the soothing mouth of one of pop
music’s sexiest and rising starlets.
Did it ever feel amazing, and unsurprisingly making a bead of sweat run from
my forehead from how well she was handling my dick, still remaining right
onto me to keep this deep throat going like she was savouring the feeling or
taste of my rod. Or maybe still testing I could last like she said what felt
like a lifetime ago. Again, not bragging or anything – even though
currently, I don’t think anyone could blame me having Charli XCX sucking my
entire cock while dressed up like a sexy Santa – but I never thought of
myself as a minute man. She said we’d both get a present out of this, and I
was intending to give her a “gift” just like she was giving one to me right
now.
Opening her eyes to give another naughty glare, she slowly, teasingly
lifting her lips all the way up and off from my cock, letting me see how
stained with her lipstick along with her saliva my shaft was now, a hot
enough sight for us both if the way she licked her lips was any indication.
Most importantly for us both I was still rock hard and ready for more, a
fact she was all too aware of as she looked approvingly over me as she got
back to her feet, and I returned the gaze with one of my own over her
form-fitting and skimpy festive attire.
“That’ll do for the warm-up, right?” Charli smirked as she pulled me up by
the shirt, moving me around away from the bed. In the next moment she
reached into the top of her outfit, pulling out a condom packet from it and
showing off another talent with that mouth, she expertly used her teeth to
tear open the packaging. Dropping down, she plucked the rubber out and
slipped in onto my dick. Safety first, right? Considering I didn’t have any
condoms on me or in my wallet, I absolutely had no complaints, especially
since I knew where this would be heading next.
Turning around in front of me, she bent over forwards and spread her legs,
placing her hands onto the bed before her and looking back over her shoulder
at me, her Santa hat still on the top of her head to top off the complete
sexy Santa look. I was getting the full view of that short skirt raised up,
and seeing her, certainly from my close up view, fantastic looking arse
covered in white, lace-like panties. I didn’t subscribe to any lingerie
catalogues or anything like that, but these looked expensive. They also
looked to be noticeably wet over the crotch, probably ruining them but
confirming something else – she was just as turned on with this no-strings
encounter as I was.
Placing my hands onto her ass I heard her gasp for a moment, a glance up at
her showing she was intently awaiting my next move, not exactly seeing me
due to her raised skirt. Considering my next move, I thought to Hell with
it. I could haul down these panties like she’s done to me when this started,
but since I was willing and she was certainly waiting, why bother with such
a delay? Giving her a nod and a wink, I reached and instead pulled her
panties to the side of her nicely tanned behind, revealing her indeed wet
and shaved-looking pussy, and even the feeling of cool air on her lower lips
was enough to make her release a low moan.
“Alright love, let’s see how this “present” fits your stocking…” I said, no
doubt a goofy smile appearing on my face from that cheesy line, but
thankfully I cut off the sure-fire put-down that was about to come from her
when I pushed my cock forward into her snatch. Her and I both moaned out,
her mouth staying open as I pushed my condom-wrapped rod forward into her,
meeting resistance just from how tight she was. And I mean tight! Not like a
virgin, no offense to the woman but it was bloody obvious she was no
stranger to fucking, but certainly she was no loose tart or anything.
“Mmmmm fuck! Yeah, shove it in…” Charli demanded already, even as I started
to thrust my hips back and forth, working my dick into that tight and damp
feeling hole as I used one hand to keep her underwear to the side. It was
both selfish and for the benefit of us both, as I gave me an unrestricted
view of my shaft moving in and out of her snatch as well as full access,
letting me build into a steady rhythm to give it to her from behind like
this.
“No worries Charli… Ahhhh! Fuck! You feel so fucking good…” I admitted with
a groan, my other hand holding onto the side of that Santa skirt of hers for
no real reason, but if I was going to grip something it might as well be
part of the reason why I’m banging her in the first place. She certainly
didn’t object, still looking back at me with moans of her own, her mouth
staying open just a little bit was she felt my tool pushing in and out of
her snatch in a steady motion.
“Mmmm! Yeah… You don’t bloody… Ahhhhh… Feel half bad yourself…” She moaned
back at me, licking those full red lips for a moment as she started to
actually push back against my thrusts, resulting immediately in her shapely
to say the least, panties-covered ass meeting my waist so that all my inches
were now inside her snatch. Was it from her really being into this? Wanting
to give me the full reward? Or being so horny now, as seemed to be the case
from how wet she was just after giving me a blowjob, that she wanted to be
really fucked? I didn’t exactly know for sure, but I could take an educated
guess as I kept my steady pumps going to nail her in this bent over
position.
“Ahhhh… Thanks love… Mmmm… Just tell me… Ahhhh! How you like it…” I did the
best at some kind of conversation, but what exactly do you say to one of the
music industry’s sexiest talents as you fuck her in her snug pussy in an
unexpected, one night stand? Needless to say, I’d rather my actions did the
talking for me, hence why I brought my hand away from the skirt to reach in,
giving her arse a firm slap while giving a harder pump at the same time.
“MMMM! Like fucking that!!” She moaned loudly, the glint of lust in her eyes
making her approval clear as she continued to rock back against my pumps.
That was all the orders I needed, so I kept those forceful, paced strokes
coming as I sent all of my man meat right forward into her tightness, my
hands gripping her backside with one ensuring her underwear was kept to the
side while I banged her pussy. The feeling of her pushing back against every
one of my pumps made it all feel even better, my seven or so inches fitting
perfectly into her love box that was so wet and hot all around me as our
bodies connected each time she rocked her hips backward and I plunged
forward into her twat.
“Ahhhh… Mmmmm! Mmmm shit…” I grunted, my hips working back and forth at a
steady pace, more than enough to cause my balls to smack into her tanned
skin each time I worked my tool into the “Boom Clap” singer while she kept
on moving her curvy, Santa Suit-clad body backward against those thrusts. It
was only as I loved over her outfit, wondering slightly myself how both her
and my own festive hats were staying on our heads considering how forcefully
our frames were meeting one another, that I noticed I still had my shirt on.
Perhaps just going with the moment, I moved my hands off her rump, feeling
the brushing sensation of her panties grinding against my dick as I kept
myself thrusting in and out of her tight, wet snatch to keep the both of us
moaning out in quite a shameless, naughty but very nice manner. As I
unbuttoned my shirt, impressing myself by being able to keep my thrusting
rhythm smooth without missing a beat, I saw the English babe’s eyes
intensely watching my action with a clear hint of anticipation. Sliding the
clothing off and showing off my certainly far from bodybuilder but nicely
toned upper body, her response was a bite down on her bottom lip along with
a firmer push back against my thrust into her slick snatch.
“Mmmmm… Talk about… AHHHH… Unwrapping a present…” Charli XCX moaned lowly,
letting out a sexy laugh at her own corny line but at this moment and coming
from her, it was hotter than any XXX-rated line I’ve ever heard. I gave her
a chuckle and a smile of my own as I tossed my shirt away, ending with a
moan as I rammed my condom-covered length back all the way straight into her
pussy as my hands returned back onto that sexy, rounded arse as I pulled her
panties back and gave that butt another spank, resulting in another moan
being let out by the dark haired, horny Santa’s Little Helper I was getting
to fuck.
“Mmmmm!! Merry… MMMM!! Fucking Christmas, right?” I grunted, feeling sweat
forming across my face as I kept up this steady but firm thrusting pace to
send my entire length all the way into her tight pussy that felt simply
divine all around my inches. The thrill of giving it to such a sexy
celebrity was a pleasure in itself, but knowing she was just as eager and
wanting this as well made it even more hotter as I banged her from behind
over and over again while she remained bent over in front of the hotel room
bed. Not forgetting her choice of outfit, that skimpy and stunning Santa
outfit topped with a hat that matched my own festive headgear of course
enhanced all the sensations I was feeling as I rammed her pussy full with my
length.
She clearly felt the same, maybe even more as I saw a layer of sweat coating
her pretty facial features, her eyes narrowed with a seductive glare and her
mouth open in almost a perfect O-shape with a stream of moans and sinful
groans escaping the “goth-pop” singer as I filled up her pussy with pump
after still pump from my seven inch and nicely thick cock. Giving back as
good as she’s taking it, she’s still rocks her hips backward with perfect
timing to meet my motions, sending her rump slapping back to connect with my
waist as I plunged forward, that sound of skin meeting skin ringing out
around the room and mixing with our cries of pleasure from this Christmas
“themed” sexual encounter.
“FUCK!! D… Dave! Babe, pull… UHHHHH! Pull out babe!” Charli gasped out, her
hands gripping the bed sheets as she made the demand. That sudden cry caught
me off guard for show, and slightly worried I was doing something wrong I
complied, making us both groan with noticeable disappointment as I pulled
out of that tight hole.
“What’s wrong? Did I…??” I started to question but once again showing her
commanding, feisty side she whipped around, grabbed me, and shoved me down
to land back-first onto the bed with my legs hanging off the end. I barely
had time to sit up before she pounced on me, making me groan as she mounted
me and I could feel her wetness rubbing over my rod.
“Fuck you’re good…” She grinned, licking her lips again as she grinded down
onto my tool and teasingly sliding her hands over my chest. “Got me really…
Ahhhhh… Fucking worked up… Now let me really give you a present to fucking
remember!” She stated, reaching under her Santa skirt in order to blindly
guide my condom-covered dick back into that pussy without even bothering to
remove her panties again.
“Mmmm!! You fucking go for it love!” I grinned back at her, more than happy
to lay back and put my hands up onto her thighs as she yet again wasted no
time at all in getting to work, bouncing her Santa Suit covered body up and
down onto my cock, putting so much force behind the motion that the smack of
skin hitting skin could be heard just moments after she started on me. I
moaned out, not able to see my cock being taken into her box due to the
skirt but I could damn well feel it, and it felt even better already than
all the previous time I’d spent giving it to her from behind.
“AHHHHH… Oooooooh FUCK!! Mmmmm!! I fucking will!!” The gorgeous pop star
vowed with closed eyes, her head tilting back slightly but keeping her Santa
hat still on her head as she rode my length, slapping her pussy down into my
crotch each time she drops down sharply into my body before quickly rising
up almost to the crown to repeat the motion. To say what I’d done to her had
left her worked up was an understatement and I was reaping the rewards now,
watching her bounce away on my tool as her curvy body lifted and lowered in
an almost effortless manner that would put porn stars to shame.
“MMMM!! Awwwwww shit!! Ahhhhh!! MMMM…” As much as I could have just stayed
and let the starting to further sweat now beauty keep on riding away onto my
manhood like a woman possessed, my hands were feeling frisky so I moved them
upward, going onto the front of her Santa’s Little Helper getup and pulling
it down, exposing her ripe, great looking tits encased in a tight, white
bra. They definitely matched the panties, but were barely containing her
boobs now from how much effort she was putting into riding my dick, making
her chest bounce away in time with the rest of that stunning body.
“Mmmmm… You want these fucking tits?? Huh?? MMMM!!” She cast another dirty,
narrowed eyed look at me as she came to a sudden stop on my rod, using a
grinding motion to work her snatch into my crotch and cause both to groan
out in joy. Licking those bright red lips, she moved her hands up and in an
act of pure lust tore her bra off from her body, letting those fantastic,
tanned tits be freed and in the next moment grabbing my hands to place them
onto her mounds.
The moment I squeezed her breasts it set her off, making her moan as she
resumed the horny task of bouncing away on my stiff pole, gliding up and
down swiftly over my inches as her desire controls her actions and kept her
working over my cock as I groped and felt up her lovely boobs. She didn’t
care about how much her make-up was starting to smear and be ruined from how
much she’s sweating, not to mention that sexy Santa outfit also getting
rather ruined as it sticks to her body but it all makes her look even hotter
and dirtier than she has been over the course of this intense to say the
least one nighter.
“MMMM!! Oh FUCK!! MMMM!! Oh yes YES YES YES!!” Charli yelled out, her body
still dropping down hard each time she drops and takes as much of my dick
into her still tight and now dripping wet twat to make a slapping noise
sound out to signal the connection of her desirable, curvaceous frame
meeting my nicely toned one. I’d long stopped looking down at that
direction, the skirt of her festive attire blocking any view of my dick
being taken into her snatch, so my focus was to her upper body, especially
now that my hands had full permission to fondle and play with her tits while
she rode me.
“AHHHH… Holy fuck!! MMMM!! Fucking ride it Charli!! MMMM!! Ride it!!” I
moaned encouragement, not that she needed it from the effect my squeezing of
her boobs were having as the beautiful pop music singer rode my cock with
the skill of a seasoned porno veteran if not even better. As my rod was
being swiftly taken in and out of her tightness, strands of her jet-black
hair were sticking to her pretty face and her hands gripped my wrists to
ensure I stayed fondling and toying with her boobs, as if I had any plans of
not having a go with the tits she let loose for me what felt at this point
to have been weeks ago since this position kicked off.
“FUUUUUUUCK!! AHHHH!! OH SHIT!! MMMM!! Dave!! OH YES DAVE!! YES!!” She
screamed out with a gasp, her bounces starting to get frantic and mistimed,
the effects of keeping up this intense pace becoming further clear if the
sight of the sweat-coated and make-up ruined face wasn’t proof enough of
that. Her breasts still bounced even in my groping grip as she still used a
hard pace to raise and lower herself onto my dick that I felt pulse within
that soaking wet hole, a sign I knew myself that if this carried on for much
longer I would not be able to last.
Stuck in a place perhaps close to Heaven, underneath one of the current pop
music scene’s hottest both in terms of talent and drop-dead gorgeous looks,
I didn’t plan on telling this horny Santa’s Little Helper to cease and
desist her expert riding motion even as it left me a sweating, groaning mess
on her hotel room bed. Indeed, all I could do was moan, watch her sexy frame
move swiftly and forcefully up and down onto my seven inches in such a
manner that not only did it blow any previous sex I’d experienced before
clean out of the water, but it set the bar really damn high for any future
partners to match.
“YES!! AHHHHH!! MMMM!! YES DAVE!! YES YES YESSSSSS AHHHHHHH!!” Closing her
eyes again, she grabbed my hands again and made me tightly grip her boobs,
digging my fingers in but before I could question this action I felt the
exact reason why. Her pussy clamping around my cock unlike anything I could
have dreamed of before, and a final long and loud scream of pleasure before
Charli XCX started to cum all over my dick. She kept bouncing away, maybe
out of instinct but whatever the reason it made me keep on moaning myself as
my cock throbbed from the increased friction I was getting from her dripping
wet snatch that was leaving my condom-wrapped rod further coated with her
juices.
“HOLY FUCK!! MMMM… OH FUCK!! I’M… AHHHHH… I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM CHARLI!!” I
managed to grunt out as sweat dripped from my face, hissing through my teeth
as the pop starlet still bouncing on my pulsating dick continued to make
herself ride out, quite literally, this sexual high as her snatch stayed
extra tight around my member. At this point I barely could think of anything
other than the hot, wet feeling surrounding my dick as the beauty mounting
me rode me aggressively, and I registered the colours of festive red and
white along with the raven-hair of said stunner impaling herself on my
pulsating pole.
Mercifully, that’s how I could describe it, she eased her body off from my
rod and let go of my hands, and it allowed me to collapse down back onto the
stained from our sweat sheets of the hotel room bed. I just had a second if
even that to draw in some desperately needed air but my attention was ripped
back to reality as I felt a hand pulling the condom off from my shaft,
causing me to raise my head up and slightly the rest of my upper body for
one last sexy sight.
“You’ve fucking earned this Dave!” She grinned as she kneeled between my
legs and gripped my tool, tossing the condom carelessly over her shoulder
and not even bothering to wipe her hair away from her face or over her
shoulder. Making sure I was watching she wrapped those full, pouty red lips
around my dick and starting sucking, bobbing her head up and down onto the
top half while using the hand to jerk the lower part, almost exactly like
how this had all kicked off. I moaned deeply, staring at her as she raised
and lowered herself onto my man meat, hungrily servicing me and even now
groaning around that throbbing rod even after having gotten off herself
moments ago.
“AWWWWW FUCK!! SHIT!! HERE… HERE IT CUMS!!” I warned with a loud moan, and
it was warning enough as she raised her mouth up, using her hand to stroke
away on my cock as she opened her mouth, intentions clear as she stuck her
tongue out. The payday arrived in thick, hot streams as my load blasted out
harder than I’ve ever cum before, all over Charli XCX’s stunning, already
sweat coated and make-up ruined facial features. She groaned, closing her
eyes as my jizz splashed down onto her face, landing onto her cheeks, her
nose, her forehead, over her right eye, some hitting her dark hair at the
side, and indeed managing to land into that open mouth and onto her tongue.
The best sex of my life without question, and a massive amount a spunk that
I couldn’t believe had built up but it was absolutely fitting to give her
the facial she deserves as the Santa Little’s Helper dressed singer had her
gorgeous face well and truly coated, the look topped off by the festive hat
she still somehow managed to have on her head. I groaned, my cock finally
spent and softening even as she still stroked me off and sensing this, she
pressed her ruby red lips together and with a single, shameless gulp she
swallowed down the spunk she’d collected, making her moan out in
satisfaction from the taste.
“Mmmm… Thanks for the fucking present…” Charli said, reaching up to clear
away my cum from her eyes so she could gaze up and grin at me, licking her
finger clean of the jizz for good measure.
“Fuck… Fuck me! I should be fucking thanking you for that!” I responded,
managing to laugh for a moment before I collapsed back, a part of me
wondering how I was still alive at this point.
“Don’t worry… A shag like that just made this day the best…” She smirked,
standing up and licking her lips. “But thank fuck I bought another of this
outfit, because this if bloody ruined!” She laughs, tugging at her
sweat-soaked Santa suit.
“Yeah… That’s really lucky…” I murmured, still trying to collect my thoughts
after the best sex of my damn life. Feeling a hand moving over my chest, I
looked to the side and saw the gorgeous popstar looking down at me.
“You look spent Dave… A real fucking shame. Since I was hoping you’d help me
slip out of this… Because you and me both could use a shower.” She stated,
another filthy smile on her cum-covered face.
Did she just offer that? Doesn’t that only happen in fantasies? Or those
erotic stories online where a random barely conceived original character
manages to hook up with a beautiful celebrity? Forth wall? What wall
Deadpool?
“That, that we fucking do Charli…” I responded with a grin, sitting up on
the bed as she took me by the wrist and lead me towards the bathroom.
* * *
A couple days later, the memories of that first red hot hook up with Charli
XCX fresh in my mind, and the memories of the following few hours of that
evening and the following morning slightly less exact but no doubt just as
pleasurable, I had confirmed to myself that it had been what it had been. A
one night stand, a no strings attached hook-up. A one in a lifetime, and one
that no one would believe if I tried. I’d never meet her again let alone
fuck her, and I’d only see her if I tuned into a music award show or looked
up a music video online.
Then out of the blue a request on social media. Obviously seeing who it
appeared to be, I accepted. A minute later I got a private message.
“Got a friend who’s well interested in what you gave to me. Up for a
pre-Xmas party?
”
I needed to go shopping myself for some clothes now. Oh, and some condoms…
* * *
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