I'm Not That Innocent Ch. 1
Starring: Britney Spears
Themes: Sexual Exploration, One Night Stand, Oral
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Las Vegas, NevadaNovember 17, 2001Light shined through the darkness, flashing through a crowd of more than twenty-four thousand people. Countless voices in the audience cheered and screamed during the sold-out concert at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. All eyes were focused on Britney Spears as she stood at the center of the stage. This was her tenth show on the Dream Within A Dream tour and the first of back-to-back nights in Las Vegas. Stepping forward, the pop princess took off a red cap that covered her golden hair. She wore a top with long sleeves decorated in an array of colors: yellow, blue, and red. Her abs and stomach were visible, with her signature belly button piercing sparkling on display. Britney fanned herself with the hat while speaking into her earpiece microphone.
"Woo! Oh my goodness!"
Still fanning herself with the hat, Britney gazed around at her audience.
"It's a little hot in here, right?"
Dropping the hat to the floor, she rustled her fingers from both hands through her long, blonde hair.
"I'm gonna ask you a question."
She lowered her hands from her head. The crowd had begun to quiet down their voices for her to continue speaking.
"Have you ever heard a song that just kind of like... took over your body?"
Britney grabbed the folds of her top and began to peel it off, revealing her busty breasts in a green bra top with sparkling emerald pieces. Voices echoed in the distance with loud whistles. A male dancer stepped behind her to offer an aiding hand in removing the colorful skirt. Underneath, her muscular legs were revealed in green boots and a matching miniskirt with a gold belt. This specific outfit was what Britney had chosen for the lead single to her latest album.
"I don't know. You kinda felt like... a slave... to the music?"
Her lips curved into a full grin, flashing her pearly white teeth as the dancer moved behind her. Britney raised her right hand in perfect sync to the moves that were practiced to begin this song. The dancer tied a green sleeve around her arm as the intro beats to the music began to play. She strutted her hips across the B-stage aisle as the array of lights shifted into a hue of green. The crowd remained energetic to begin this performance of I'm A Slave 4 U. Living in the moment, Britney lost herself in dancing and singing. She was shedding her innocent bubblegum pop singer image from her previous two albums, ready to become a new woman. At least that was how she saw herself as she shook her hips and moved across the stage to the joy of thousands of people observing her from their seats. Many outfits had been changed and several effects used on stage before the tracklist emerged to this specific song. The encore would be her next song. A remix of the one song that began her career.
Tickets were selling out for every show on this tour. Britney Spears had become a force to be reckoned with as the hottest thing in pop music at the moment. Would it last? That was the question first asked when she exploded onto the music scene with a major hit. The question lingered three years later as her name remained on the billboard top hits. Britney was fast becoming the biggest pop singer since Madonna. Throughout these first few years of her career, she had already accomplished more than what was expected in the beginning. All she wanted to do was grow as an artist and shed the image that she first had upon entering the spotlight. Her most recent album had brought much change to her music as Britney was a month away from turning twenty-one. She was not a girl, but not yet a woman.
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New York City, New YorkMay 2002From a tall window in an apartment, the streets of New York City sparkled with bright lights flickering and moving through the darkness of night. The midnight hours were closing in as Britney stepped away from the windows and sighed to herself. 2001 had proved to be a busy year for her career. From releasing an album; performing at the Super Bowl to filming a Hollywood movie along with music videos. So much had happened before she began her American tour late in the year. The tour wrapped up before Christmas Eve, giving her some time away from the stage. Britney had spent her free time in the company of her family and boyfriend, Justin Timberlake. After New Year's, she wasted no time going back to work, to some extent. Her manager kept a tight schedule with promotional events that included television performances and magazine interviews.
The second leg of the tour was set to begin in April with a special international performance. Another sold-out arena show, this time in Tokyo, Japan. It was the only show she performed outside of the American continent. Britney had visited Tokyo three years prior. She remembered that time, eager to explore the city a second go around. That was only an afterthought now that she was back in her New York penthouse and feeling the lonesome night drag on. Before that concert, she had broken up with her longtime boyfriend, Justin Timberlake. The two agreed to go their separate ways after spending so much time away from each other. To get her mind off the heartbreak, Britney focused on the choreography changes and new effects to her live show. She worked with a new dance instructor, eager to dance that night away for her first ever performance in Japan.
The next date to resume the tour was set within a month of that last performance. This gave Britney plenty of free time in New York before she had to fly to Vegas and begin the second leg of the tour. That date was now within a few days reach, with a flight scheduled for Thursday. At least she had a different venue to look forward to performing at instead of another show at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. On a night like this, she found herself unable to think about the tour. That night in Tokyo had not been her first performance of the year, but it left a better impression than the months prior. Britney considered anything to do with her career to be work. She rarely had time to herself where she could unwind and forget about her status as an up-and-coming pop icon. Nights like this reminded her that she truly missed Justin. Before their careers began to take off, Britney never questioned if he would be there for her on a lonely night.
When Britney purchased her luxury condo, she thought about the friends she might make in New York. She had lived in the city before her rise to stardom, often hoping for the day she would have some distance from her family. She had her wish with the apartment, though her family were still frequent visitors. With her own personal bodyguard, Britney felt she had some space and boundaries set to a level of privacy. The apartment she bought had a storied history. The keys had passed from other famous hands. Cher and Keith Richards were among the celebrity names who had once resided in the place Britney now called home. North of Houston Street, or NoHo as people called it, was notable in Manhattan as a residential part of the city for the rich and famous. Despite this, Britney had yet to brush shoulders with any Hollywood names or notable people she would have recognized.
Within a week of living in the apartment building, Britney met a young woman named Carol. Word had spread quickly throughout the suites that Britney Spears had bought the penthouse at the top. Carol was three years older than Britney. Their heights were a close match, as were their voices. Carol claimed to be from South Carolina, but had a strong, deep southern drawl to her voice that almost matched Britney's accent. The two girls bonded over the fact they had escaped the rural south and found success somewhere. Carol claimed to have found luck in getting accepted to a major university in New York City. She never said what college it was before explaining that she dropped out after a bitter breakup with her boyfriend. How she could afford a suite in such a luxury building puzzled Britney, but she did not press her for details. Carol shared enough stories with her about a horrible upbringing that made Britney feel she could relate to her.
Through the many stories they shared from hanging out together, Britney told Carol how aggravated she was at times that she could not get into a nightclub. Even after turning twenty, she still had a year to wait. For her birthday, Carol gifted Britney with a fake ID card that switched her birthday with Carol's and the name Abby Williams. The other woman joked that it would only work if she was not recognized by the bouncers outside. Carol had to remind Britney often that her face was seen by millions of people on television and on the covers of magazines week in and week out. Britney never sat down to think about her own rising stardom like that. It only made sense after hearing someone else mention it. To her, it was still work. An outsider did not consider all the preparations that came with performances and the work that was put into her carefully crafted pop music. Better still, she preferred that Carol remind her of her fame rather than listening to her family make similar comments.
The two women were inseparable at times. Carol joked that the paparazzi had yet to snap any photos of them together. Would they be considered a secret lesbian couple? Britney laughed at those jokes. Carol's choice of fashion involved many outfits of stonewashed blue jeans and crop tops. Britney liked her taste in outfits. They both wore equally revealing outfits to reveal their belly buttons. Carol lacked the muscular abs that Britney had. She made up for it with a similar naval piercing with a dangling chain that held a diamond. Her long brunette hair flowed behind her shoulders, matching her brown eyes. If there was one thing Britney learned about Carol early on, it was that the girl loved to party. She was always trying to drag Britney into the New York nightclub scene, often giving her hints and clues as to her preferred venues with low profiles.
Carol was not here tonight. Britney could have called her on the phone but decided not to. She thought to herself about the many times she wanted to disappear into a nightclub and forget who she was. A few songs on her latest album were reflections of that desire. Downstairs were two bedrooms, one reserved for her bodyguard, who always accompanied her. Big Rob was his nickname due to his physically intimidating size. A tall, muscular black man who Britney once joked that he looked like Suge Knight. He was bald and had a similar mustache. All she had to do was tell Rob she wanted to go out tonight. The man always had her back and was willing to drive for her when she did not want to. Britney decided to open her closet and dig for a casual outfit. Something that she would easily blend into the night with.
Sitting in her closet was a beige colored crop top with a sparkling butterfly design across the middle. It was the same one she wore in a photoshoot last year for photographer Herb Ritts. Britney often kept pieces of her outfits for photoshoots. There was no need for a bra to be worn beneath this top. Her perfect, muscular toned stomach was on full display below the top. To complete the look, Britney picked one of her best pairs of denim blue jeans. Her fairy tattoo on her lower back was visible just above her plump ass. She sat down in front of her makeup table and applied dark eyeliner around her eyes and pink lipstick. After fixing up her hair, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Thinking to herself, Britney was confident that she could go out and forget about life to dance the night away. It was time to call her bodyguard from downstairs and arrange this show out in the nightlife of the city.
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2 HOURS LATER
Bass beats bumped in a slow rhythm to compliment the drums to a hip-hop song. Lights shined from high above, illuminating the dance floor in changing colors. Yellow, green, and blue hues shifted every few seconds with the instrumental music. Britney Spears found herself lost within the music, grooving to the beat on the dance floor among several countless people. In the distance, her bodyguard stood near the bar, watching her every move. That ID card Carol gave her proved to be an essential key tonight. No one had recognized her so far in the club, not that Britney would have minded encountering a fan or someone who knew of her identity. For the time being, she felt alive and in good spirits. It would have been nice to have her friend Carol here, but since Britney was alone, she wondered what the night could bring her. Before she stepped onto the dance floor in her red stilettos, Britney had a few drinks at the bar.
Grooving to the music, Britney lost herself in the flow. The beat was predictable at this slow tempo. For the past several minutes, she noticed a man who continued to dance behind her. He shook his hips after the beats, lagging behind the rhythm. That was no concern to her; figuring she must have been the only professionally trained dancer in the club tonight. The man was tall, with a cleanly shaved face and curly brown hair that matched his eyes. Under his face was a slim chest in a buttoned-up red shirt and black pants. They had yet to make eye contact. Britney would know if he caught her gazing at his face. She found him to be handsome, or even hot, as she would have told Carol had the other woman been here. When he moved behind her, Britney saw an opportunity to dance against him. She bumped her ass against his crotch and began to grind.
The man reacted to her touch by pressing forward and slowly rolling his hips. Britney pressed her back against his chest, leaning further into him as she flicked her blonde hair to turn her head to the right side. For a brief moment, their bodies were in perfect sync with the rhythm of the music. She continued to grind her ass against his crotch, hoping to encourage him to turn up the heat with this dirty dancing. The man stepped back, leaving her with the impression that he was afraid to touch her body. Britney continued to dance as she waited for the key of the song to shift. When that moment finally came, she turned around to face the man. As they stood face-to-face, Britney watched his eyes widen. The man became star-struck, standing there in amazement. She had no doubt whatsoever that he recognized her now. He took a few steps back and began to speak.
"Oh, shit! You look just like Britney Spears!"
"That's cause I am her!"
Without thinking of how to reply, Britney acted out of instinct. She revealed her identity on a crowded dance floor, but no one paid any attention to her or the man who had her attention. Britney smirked and turned around to shake her ass at him again. She hoped he would resume dancing with her, but he stood there still surprised in the moment. She did not consider how big of a deal this had to be for some random man like him in a place like this. She was not just any attractive woman. Whether she wanted to believe it or not, she was one of the most famous women in the world. The man finally stepped in front of her, his cheeks flushed red, unable to hide his blushing.
"I can't believe it's you."
"Well, it's really me."
She giggled after speaking. That only made him continue to blush. The man swallowed his breath as his eyes scanned her body. His voice had a strong New York accent. The chain decoration of her belly button ring dangled and shook as Britney rolled her hips. She waited until his eyes moved back to her face, and then she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in.
"What's your name?"
"Call me Angelo."
"Okay, Angelo! Come on and dance with me!"
Moving her hands away from him, Britney turned her back to him. She smiled when feeling his warm hands planted on her hips. Angelo leaned in, breathing down her neck, as Britney began to grind against his crotch one more time. She had no care that they were dancing like this in front of many people on the dance floor. Her booty pressed against his crotch and rubbed up and down. His hands moved from her hips so he could step around to face her. Britney smirked, teasing him as she began to step back. As she made her move, the song came to an abrupt end. She sighed and planted her hands on her hips.
"Damn, I was just getting into a flow with you."
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"Then what are you doing on a dance floor, Angelo?"
"I don't know. Maybe I was hoping to bump into the hottest girl on earth right now."
This man was bold, Britney thought to herself. With such a statement, it was hard for her to believe he blushed earlier. Angelo walked off from the dance floor, as if he knew she would be following right behind him. He turned to smirk at her, almost unable to control his excitement. Britney could tell that this was some kind of dream come true for the man. He led her to the bar, where her bodyguard was still standing and quietly observing.
"I'll buy you a drink, Britney."
"You'll buy me... a drink?"
She smirked, playing up her flirtatious side at him. Angelo nodded to her question.
"Yes! Do you want anything?"
"No, I had a few drinks before I got on the dance floor. I can't believe you recognized me. No one has noticed me in here tonight except for you."
"I guess that makes me lucky."
Angelo spoke while sitting down on the black leather bar stool. Below was a sleek, gray floor. Much of the club's interior design was black with chrome metal. It gave off an interesting vibe for a nightclub that played hip-hop music. Britney had only picked this club after randomly remembering Carol describing the venue as a more 'urban club'. She was not in the mood to shake her ass to music that resembled her own pop hits.
"Sure you don't want a drink?"
Britney sat next to him without answering his question yet. That gave Angelo enough time to tease her.
"Not even a Pepsi?"
"If I wanted that, I'd just put a dollar in a drink machine!"
They both laughed. When the bartender noticed them sitting, Angelo glanced up at him and held up his right hand index finger.
"Get me a rum and coke."
He reached into his pocket with his right hand to fetch his wallet and pull out enough money to pay for the drink. His dark eyes shifted back to Britney.
"Are you sure you don't want anything? I'd be honored to buy you a drink."
She finally nodded to him.
"Fine, I'll let you do it."
Gazing at the bartender, Britney smiled.
"Get me another martini, please."
"This one's on me."
Angelo was quick to speak and raise his finger again. Since he insisted on paying for her drink, Britney saw no need to stop him. This must have been a dream come true for him. The way he acted towards her made her wonder just how many men out there desired her like this. Angelo was bold and displayed a great level of confidence that impressed her so far. Licking her lips, Britney was eager to begin a conversation.
"So, do you come here often?"
He shook his head.
"No, but I'm glad I came tonight. I just so happened to be at the right place at the right time."
As she giggled at his reply, the bartender set their glasses on the dark wooden bar in front of them. Britney grabbed her martini glass with her index finger and thumb of her right hand. Her big brown eyes looked into his face as she took a big sip. The man could only smirk back at her before speaking.
"So, does Justin know you're out tonight without him?"
That question made Britney's heartbeat rise. She had not thought about Justin since entering the club. Should she confess her breakup to a stranger? It would be easy to tell him, but Britney had other ideas. She could see the attraction Angelo had for her and knew she could play with those feelings.
"There's no need to worry about him. Justin ain't here, but you are."
"Damn right I am."
Grabbing the glass, Angelo shoved it to his lips for a quick sip. Britney kept her eyes locked on him while sipping her martini. After the drink, she spoke again.
"Since you asked me about Justin, I feel it's only fair I ask, do you have someone? A girlfriend or maybe someone else?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. But seriously, why would I tell you if I did? Like you said, Justin isn't here. I could be married, and that wouldn't be enough to pass up a chance with you."
His confession made Britney laugh loudly. She placed her glass down on the bar, still laughing as he tried to carry on.
"I mean, I'm just being honest. I'm having a drink with the hottest girl in the world right now."
"You've said that more than once now!"
"But it's the truth! You know it, and I know it."
To think that a man would cheat on his girlfriend or wife with her had only made Britney smile to herself. Angelo was most likely a single man to be in this club alone. Britney did not care if he had a significant other. The more she thought of the possibility that a man would cheat on their spouse for her, was turning her on.
"I gotta say, I didn't expect to meet you in the club tonight. You never struck me as the kind of girl who comes to a place like this."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean, Britney. The girl next door isn't supposed to be grinding her ass on a stranger in a club."
That statement almost offended her. Britney glanced away from his face as she sighed. She knew what Angelo was referring to. The image around her as a bubblegum pop singer. It was that very image she was trying to shed with her recent album and music videos. She took a moment to consider how to answer his statement.
"So I take it you've heard my songs."
Angelo chuckled.
"Who hasn't? You've got at least three songs always on a pop channel at any given time on the radio."
Britney bit her lower lip before replying.
"Well then, I take it you heard me say that I'm not that innocent."
He quirked his eyebrows, returning the smile back at her.
"Are you going to play with my heart tonight?"
"Maybe I'm thinking about that right now."
She giggled after responding to his question. Britney knew she had just signed her name off on a potential one night stand. It all came down to the place now. If not for her bodyguard's presence, she could leave the club with a stranger, hoping to trust him. That was not going to happen tonight, as Britney at least wanted control of where they would be going.
"Did you drive here tonight, Angelo?"
"No. Who wants to leave their car parked out on the street in a place like this?"
"Me! My car's out there! You wanna take a ride with me? I can take you up to my apartment for some real fun."
Angelo laughed loudly at her. They were both finished drinking by this point, only stalling time by spending more precious minutes in this club. Britney watched his eyes shift back to her face before he stood up and nodded at her.
"Lead the way, babe."
Britney turned to make sure her bodyguard, Rob, was still close by. She approached the tall, intimidating man and smiled.
"I'm ready to go. I'm bringing someone with me."
Rob took one hard look at Angelo. Britney did not consider her bodyguard intimidating her date. It served as a warning to Angelo. For all he knew, he was having one lucky night with the most famous singer in the world. If he truly believed the words he told Britney, he would not let this opportunity go to waste. Britney led the way, storming out of the club and hurrying to the line of vehicles parked on the side. A black Mercedes Benz sat undisturbed until the lights blinked from the doors unlocking to the push of a button on the key remote in Rob's hand. Her bodyguard went to the driver's side while she opened the left rear door. Angelo proved to be faster, dashing to the right side back passenger door and quickly climbing in.
"Looks like someone is excited!"
No photographers were outside, but Britney still found how quickly he moved to be fascinating. She took a minute to wonder how he would have reacted if the paparazzi had been waiting outside the club. A man like this would probably feel like a champion to have his grinning mug printed in a gossip magazine. Rob cranked the engine of the car, and within seconds, they were strolling down the dark streets of New York City. Angelo swallowed his breath nervously before turning to look at Britney. Neither of them had fastened their seatbelts as they sat next to each other.
"I can't believe we're doing this."
"You better believe it!"
"Is Justin gonna be waiting to greet me back at your place?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes at that question.
"Why would I go out and meet a hot guy like you if I was still dating that loser?"
The truth had finally come out to a stranger. Britney could no longer hold herself back from admitting it to someone. Angelo leaned closer, his eyes widening as he heard her words. Britney did not hesitate to throw her arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. Before she knew it, she had climbed into the man's lap, nestling her booty onto his crotch and grinding as they traded kiss after kiss. Overwhelmed by lust, Britney reacted naturally. She could feel his cock rising in length beneath her while her tongue danced against his from within his mouth. Angelo moaned into her mouth, still kissing when the brakes were pushed on the car. Britney broke the kiss and climbed off of him.
"Oh my god, we must be here already."
Time moved by so quickly. Her bodyguard did not utter a word after stopping the car outside the hotel. Britney opened the left side back door and quickly ran out. She turned to look at Angelo and motioned with her right hand index finger.
"Come on! We've got one long elevator ride, and then we'll be all alone!"
He jumped out of the seat and slammed the car door shut. If not for feeling turned on, Britney would have laughed at his erection poking forward in the front of his pants. Angelo did not seem to care, not even in the presence of another man. Her bodyguard walked behind them as they entered the lobby and hurried to an elevator in the corner. Rob's presence next to Britney was enough to stall her reaction. Had the bulky man not entered the elevator, she would have been all over Angelo. She pressed the button for the penthouse suite and then gazed into his eyes as the doors shut.
"I still can't believe I met you tonight. It almost feels too good to be true."
Britney bit her lower lip before smiling wide. She revealed her full teeth in that signature smile she was known for. That was until she curved her eyebrows and glared at him lustfully.
"I take it you've been dreaming about me, Angelo?"
Her voice was low, almost seductive, with the touch of her southern accent coming out strongly. He began to laugh at her.
"I'm one in a million who dreams about doing it with you."
She had to kiss him again while the elevator was still climbing to the top floors of the building. Britney closed her eyes and pushed her lips against his. They traded small kisses until the loud ding sound was heard to alert them that the elevator had stopped. The sound of the doors opening caught Britney's attention upon ending the kiss. She grabbed Angelo's right hand and was quick to strut her hips down the dimly lit hallway. Her bodyguard already had the key ready to unlock the door to her home. Britney had a guestroom arranged downstairs. It was one of four bedrooms in her quadplex. The other bedroom downstairs belonged to her bodyguard. Britney made up her mind where she wanted to take Angelo for their wild night. A stranger like him was still not worthy of sharing her upstairs bed. Britney stepped in front of him, quickly turning on the lights as she stepped through the doorway.
"Follow me. I wanna show you something."
His line of sight was aimed at her ass. Knowing he was still checking her out had only made Britney more excited. She wasted no time clacking her heels across the wooden floor as she led him down a narrow hallway of gray walls and to a closed black door. As she grabbed the knob, Angelo spoke.
"Are you taking me into Justin's room?"
"Nope! He don't live here with me!"
The door opened as Britney turned around to face him again. She grinned at him while swiping the light switch on with her right hand. Angelo stepped forward as she took a few steps back. The sound of her heels was muted thanks to the beige carpet floor. He shut the door behind him and threw his right arm around her. Britney moaned as Angelo pulled her in for another round of passionate kissing. The bulge in the front of his pants was felt rubbing against her as their bodies pressed together. She moaned into his mouth until he pulled away to end the kiss. Britney was eager to begin undressing him. As she fell to her knees, Angelo gazed around the room. The surroundings were of little concern to him. The walls were covered in blue wallpaper that did not match the bright pink sheets and blankets covering the bed.
Britney unfastened his belt and tugged at it until his eyes glanced back down at her. She smiled as her hands carefully pulled the front button of his slacks undone. Angelo exhaled deeply as he studied the expression on her face. Her fingers gripped the zipper, quietly pushing it down. Britney flashed her teeth in a full smile before she grabbed the front of his red boxers. A wave of exhilaration nearly overwhelmed her sense of focus. All those lonely nights were coming to an end, as she finally had someone to satisfy her lustful needs. Wasting no more precious seconds, Britney pulled his boxers down to allow his cock to flop freely. Semi-hard already, she gripped it with her right hand and felt his rod jump to life. Giggling at that feeling, Britney began to stroke him back and forth. Her big brown eyes remained locked on his as her fingers twisted around his dick. Angelo moaned softly as he pointed with his right hand.
"Take off my shoes so you can get my pants off."
She smirked, still stroking his cock with her right hand. No matter what, Britney had no intention of letting go of that cock now.
"Give me a minute. I wanna see how big I can make your dick."
Her southern accent was strong in her words. Britney licked her lips as she broke eye contact to gaze forward at the purple helmet of his shaft. Her hand pumped at a slow pace, stroking every inch. Angelo stood there, taking deep breaths as he watched her hand move back and forth. Britney finally stopped after another minute and untwisted her fingers from around his thick pole.
"Look how big it is now!"
"Big and rock hard, huh?"
Giggling at his words, she smiled up at him before he spoke again.
"Am I bigger than Justin?"
"You keep mentioning him, but he's not here. It's not like I'd spend my time on my knees for him."
"Is that your way of saying you've never sucked cock before?"
Britney ignored his question as she pushed his pants and boxers further down. She grabbed his left shoe first, unlacing the strings to make it easier to pull off. After tossing it behind her, she began to pull his right foot free of his other shoe when Angelo spoke again.
"Is it true you're still a virgin?"
Her eyes shifted back up at his face, but Britney ignored his words again. She planned to answer that question with actions instead of words. After his other shoe was pulled off, Britney dropped it to the floor. Angelo rustled his ankles, pulling his feet out from the pants and boxers that were now a pile of discarded clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head to reveal his skinny, pale chest. Britney grabbed his cock and slid her hand down to the base. She gazed back up at his face while parting her lips and lapped her tongue across the head of his pole. There was no need to make an announcement to him for what she was about to do. Her eyes remained locked on his as she licked the head again. Once Britney was ready, she enveloped her lips around the head and slid his dick into her mouth. 'Mmmmm', a muffled moan from her mouth sent vibrations into him as she pressed her tongue against his shaft.
"Ohhhhh, fuck. You're so fucking beautiful."
Angelo muttered soft moans before taking a deep breath. He stood there, allowing the pop princess to suck his cock however she desired. For him to feel lucky meeting her in the club earlier, Britney had bigger plans. She would make him feel as if he were sitting on top of the world when she was done sucking his cock. Bobbing her head up and down the first few inches, she closed her eyes to focus. A burning sensation inside her pants nearly overwhelmed her. Britney had to resist the urge to unbutton her own jeans and slide her hand down to her pussy. She pressed her left hand against his leg to fight that urge as she continued to suck his thick shaft.
"Keep sucking it, Britney."
Opening her eyes, she gazed up at his face. Britney sucked slowly, pushing her lips down until they touched her right hand index finger. She kept her fingers twisted around the base of his cock, only undoing her last two fingers to give herself more room for sucking. Her left hand caressed his skin, roaming up until he placed his own hand over hers. She closed her eyes again while pushing his cock further down her throat. Britney was unsure if she could take his entire length, so she did not try. The last thing she wanted to do was slow herself down now that she was devouring that dick with her mouth. Opening her eyes again, she looked up at his face as she finally pulled her last fingers away from the base.
"Fuck..."
He muttered soft moans as she continued to suck. Britney slowed down, ready to pull his shaft from her lips. She went slow, squeezing her lips against the head until releasing it with a loud pop.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah..."
She licked the head before speaking again.
"Do you really think a virgin could suck your dick like this?"
Britney winked before shoving his cock back into her mouth. She squeezed her lips around it, bobbing her head up and down again. Angelo was left speechless as Britney pushed his cock further down her throat. She lowered her hands from his legs and used both of them to squeeze his balls. That made him groan until she extracted his shaft from her mouth again. A string of saliva dangled from her lower lip back to his shiny, slobber-coated shaft.
"Spit on it."
She grabbed his cock with her right hand, breaking the drool string. Britney held it forward before she spit a thick wad of saliva across his length. She began to wank him. Her hand glided across his wet shaft as Britney suddenly realized that was the reason he wanted her to spit.
"Like that?"
He nodded quietly to her question. Britney exhaled a deep breath before gritting her teeth. Angelo saw that look on her face. She was reveling in this sensual hunger for him. Licking her lips, Britney lowered her head and felt the urge to suck his balls. She began by flicking her tongue across his hairy sack, then using her free hand to help herself. Her right hand fingers were still twisted tightly around his cock as she pushed one of his nuts between her lips and began to loudly slobber on them. This caught Angelo by surprise, causing him to grunt again. He spread his legs further, only to make it easier for Britney to have more room to move her head. She continued to jerk his cock, pumping her hand up and down as she made her best effort to push both of his balls into her mouth. He gritted his teeth, growling soft moans as the most famous pop singer in the world was jacking him off while sucking his nuts.
"That feels so good. I can't wait to fuck you. I've always dreamed of doing this."
His cock was stretched across her forehead. Her cheeks were inflated and puffy thanks to having his entire nut sack stuffed between her lips. Britney was amazed she managed to achieve such a feat. She pulled his balls out of her mouth to give them one final lick before trailing the tip of her tongue from the underside of his cock up to the head.
"You want to fuck me, baby?"
Her singing voice had come along as Britney was playing her role as a seductive songstress. She began to slowly rise from the floor while grabbing the bottom ends of her crop top. Angelo watched as she pulled it over her head. Her breasts jiggled, bouncing around as he could finally see her hardened nipples.
"Wow, you went to the club with no bra on?"
"No need for one!"
She slung the top to the floor and slid her hands across her muscular toned stomach. Britney licked her lips before finally kicking her heels off. She unbuttoned the front of her jeans and slid the zipper down with a funny noise. Angelo took a step forward as he watched her push the jeans down and reveal a white pair of panties underneath.
"What a night for me. I get to meet Britney Spears back at a club. Then I get a nice blowjob, and now I get to watch her strip for me."
Stepping out of her jeans, Britney smiled at him.
"And you're about to be fucking me! Oh, yeah, I'd say you're having a pretty good night!"
He laughed at her remark before watching Britney bite her lower lip. Playing up the tease act seemed natural for her. She waited until his eyes focused on her panties, no doubt studying the wet mound visible in front. Pulling at the front of her panties, Britney teased him by pulling the panties up before suddenly dropping them. Angelo's eyes widened at the sight of her fresh pussy. She shaved after a shower earlier in the day, leaving not a single strand of hair above her pink folds.
"Like what you see?"
"Oh yeah. I always imagined what that pussy looked like. It's better than I expected, that's for sure."
Giggling at him, Britney bit her lower lip. She turned around to reveal her ass to him and stepped out of the panties. Rolling her hips, she shook her ass. Angelo stepped behind her and playfully spanked her, causing Britney to moan.
"Ohhhhh! Do that again!"
Spank! His right hand smacked her booty once more. Angel wrapped his left arm around her chest, pulling her in. This was the same position they danced in back in the club. This time he was not afraid to touch her body while Britney felt his cock between her thighs. She closed her eyes when feeling both hands move to her breasts. Angelo squeezed her tits as he lowered his face to the left side of her neck, blowing his breath down the side.
"So how do you wanna fuck me?"
His hands were still squeezing her boobs when she spoke. Angelo raised his head, slipping his warm fingers away from her body.
"Get on the bed, Britney."
That was a direct order in a stern tone. Britney moaned as she bent over and planted her palms down into the pink bed sheets. She climbed up, sinking her hands and knees into the bed to crawl towards the stack of pillows hiding the headboard. Angelo climbed onto the bed, rocking the metal frame as he moved behind Britney. She flicked her golden hair to glance behind her right shoulder and tease him.
"Is this how you want me? You wanna fuck me from behind?"
"Yeah!"
Puckering her lips together, Britney moaned. She did her best to tease him before pushing her ass backwards to rub against him. Angelo gripped his cock with his right hand, wasting no time rubbing it between her thighs as he found her wet pussy. She closed her eyes upon feeling his cock slip inside. Her fingers rustled across the pink bed sheets, gripping them as more of his cock entered her.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. Mmmmmmmmm, yes..."
Her singing voice had come out again, almost startling him as he made that first slow thrust inside her. It was a relief to feel his hard cock throbbing inside her. Britney wanted more and was ready to beg if she needed to.
"Come on and fuck me! Fuck me!!"
Britney shoved her ass back to make his cock move inside her. That motivated Angelo to begin bucking his hips wildly. She kept her eyes shut as she moaned loudly. As their bodies were hitting together, the bed began to rock.
"I'm fucking you now, Britney! You like that!?"
She glanced in his direction from across her right shoulder to reply.
"Ohhhh, yeah! Give me that big dick! Fuck me, Angelo! Fuck me harder!!"
Spank! His right hand smacked her ass like before. He gripped one of her hips with his left hand as he continued to thrust his cock into her tight cunt. Her hair swayed around as her breasts began to shake from underneath her. Britney turned her head, facing the pillows again.
"This pussy is so fucking tight!"
Angelo grunted his words as he tried to buck his hips harder and faster. Britney slid her right hand forward, then arched it up to raise her body. Several strands of her golden hair had moved into her face. She brushed them aside as he continued to thrust his cock into her.
"That's it! Ohhhh, yeah! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah!!"
As Britney cried out in pleasure, she gripped the bed sheets below and began to curl her toes.
"Fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!!"
He groaned after she screamed. Angelo gave in to her demands, thrusting harder and faster with each passing second. The sound of their bodies smacking together filled the room amidst the cries and moans of pleasure. Angelo planted his right hand on her other hip as he gazed down at her firm ass. With each thrust, her booty cheeks bounced in a rhythm from their bodies hitting together. Directly above it, he was distracted at the sight of that fairy tattoo on her lower back. The mattress began to squeak in the thin bed frame until Angelo came to a sudden halt. He abruptly pulled his cock out of her pussy and climbed off the bed.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Why did you pull out!?"
Britney turned to glance across her shoulder. Angelo patted the bed before speaking.
"Lay down and roll over! I wanna look in your eyes while I'm fucking you."
"If you wanted to change positions, all you had to do was say something."
She sighed before falling down onto the bed and rolling on her back. Angelo ignored the sassy attitude Britney displayed as he grabbed her feet and pulled them in the air. She squirmed as he pulled her legs, sliding her body across the bed until she was at the edge. From where Angelo stood, he was able to arch her legs onto his shoulders. Britney was proud to see that he had some idea of how flexible she was. She curled her toes as he guided his cock back into her pussy.
"I don't want you to pull out until I cum. I don't want you to stop fucking me."
Biting her lower lip, Britney pouted after pleading her words in a tone of desperation. She pressed her own hands against her breasts, feeling her nipples poke into her palms.
"What's that, Britney? Are you begging me to fuck you?"
Once more, she bit her lower lip while purring soft moans. Angelo lowered his right hand from her leg and pressed his fingers on her clit. He watched her gasp in reaction to his touch.
"Beg for it. Say my name, Britney. Tell me to fuck you."
His fingers pinched her clit as he slowly thrust his shaft into her pussy. Britney took a deep breath before replying.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck me. Please fuck me, Angelo. Fuck me with that big dick of yours."
"Now that's more like it. That's what I wanted to hear."
As he thrust into her pussy again, Britney closed her eyes momentarily. She re-opened them to see his eyes gazing down at her perfect body. The chain dangling from her belly button ring bounced around as Angelo bucked his hips, driving his cock into her pussy again.
"Look at those tits and that stomach. You're so fucking hot, Britney. I don't mean to brag, but I gotta say, I'm fucking the hottest woman in the world tonight. I just hope I can hold myself back from exploding inside you. I'd rather cum on you. Did Justin ever make you sticky?"
"Make me sticky? What are you talkin' about?"
"Did he ever cum on you?"
"No! If you want to do that, then do it after you make me cum! I don't want to wait any longer!"
Britney moved her hands off her breasts after shouting. She kept her eyes focused on him as she pressed her elbows into the bed sheets, slightly leaning forward. Angelo began to thrust faster as his eyes watched her tits jiggle around.
"Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me, Angelo! FUCK ME!!"
"Don't worry, I'm not stopping this time!"
The sound of their bodies hitting together became loud again. Britney raised her head and closed her eyes. She could not maintain this position, instead moving her hands behind her head and resting her head. This gave Angelo a perfect view of her wonderful body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled around as he continued to thrust into her. Opening her eyes, Britney screamed loudly.
"OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE!!"
Over and over, Angelo thrust into her. He panted and groaned as he lived out his dream of fucking Britney Spears. Her big brown eyes focused on his face as she felt her orgasm drawing closer with each passing second. Angelo's face scrunched up as he tried to hold himself back from exploding deep within her. Britney bit her lower lip and whimpered as she curled her toes.
"OH MY GOD!! OHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"
At long last, she reached her climax. Angelo gasped and moaned as he felt her juices drenching his cock from within her. He quickly pulled his cock from her pussy, not expecting the torrent of her gushing juices to spray onto his stomach.
"Fuck!"
Gritting his teeth, he quickly grabbed his cock and began to stroke it so fast that his hand became a blur. Britney was out of breath, but still had the strength to move her legs away from his shoulders. As she lowered her legs, Angelo aimed his cock directly at her stomach. The sparkle of her naval piercing put a glimmer in his eye as his cock began to erupt.
"YES!! YESSSSS!! Take my cum, Britney!!"
Spurts of his creamy, warm seed splattered onto Britney's stomach. She gasped at the feeling and glanced down. Angelo groaned as he continued to stroke his cock, forcing out all of his cum onto her muscular toned stomach. Britney began to giggle at this sight.
"Oh my god, look at that."
If Angelo wanted to do something Justin failed to do, this was certainly an achievement. Britney had never experienced the feeling of warm cum splattering onto her skin. Angelo stopped wanking after he failed to force the final drops onto her. He grunted and groaned while looking into her eyes. A big smile ran across her lips as Britney wondered how his cum would taste. She kept her eyes locked on him as she trailed her right hand index finger down to her stomach and scooped a bit of cum.
"God, look at all that cum. I've never busted a nut like that for any of my exes. I didn't think I could cum like that."
Britney shoved her finger into her mouth and licked her fingertip clean of his cum.
"Mmmmmm, tastes good too."
Her first taste of cum had impressed her. Upon swallowing the gooey semen, Britney wanted more. She kept her eyes focused on Angelo since she knew he was still living out the fantasy of this moment. She used her index and middle fingers of her right hand to smear his cum across her skin as she collected more on her fingertips. Angelo was left speechless as he watched her. Since his attention was still focused on her, Britney grinned at him. So this was what a one night stand felt like. Her loneliness was cured tonight with no strings attached.
TO BE CONTINUED
Topic: I'm Not That Innocent (Britney Spears) (Read 69085 times)