A cheap motel in an undisclosed town in the American Midwest
Britney Spears slides slowly into the hot tub just outside her hotel room. It's the middle of the night so she has it all to herself, and she can't wait to just lay back and relax. Every once and awhile Britney needs to get away from her hectic, never ending schedule of touring and performing world wide and take some time to recover. She's always preferred small towns in the middle of nowhere like this, fewer people to recognize her. She's been especially stressed out lately and the warm water of the Jacuzzi feels great as she soaks her body. Closing her eyes, Britney lays back, leaving only her head, shoulders and breasts above the water. She doesn't even realize that she's slipped a hand down her body and into her bikini bottom until she feels her fingers brush up against her clit.
Taking a look in all directions, Britney decides it's safe enough to continue. She begins rubbing her clit, slowly at first, moaning as she pleasures herself. Without warning she stops as quickly as she started. Feeling around underwater with both hands Britney finds what she was looking for: one of the underwater jets. Positioning herself so that the jet will blast her pussy at full force, Britney goes back to massaging her clit. "Ugh! Aghh! Oh fuck!" Britney cries. Using her free hand she unties the string behind her neck, letting her bikini top fall down, her huge tits tumbling out. She squeezes them together with her free arm as she begins to speed up on her clit. She's about to orgasm when she hears a click come from the nearby bushes. "Who's there? Answer me! I know you're out there," Britney shouts, nearly jumping out of the hot tub at the sound.
For a moment it's completely silent, then a soft rustling sound comes from the bushes. A man pushes his way through them, approaching the hot tub as Britney scrambles to get her top back on. "There's no need for that. I already saw everything," he laughs. "Who are you? Give me one reason not to call the police," Britney says angrily. "My name is Jack. Jack Mehoff. Maybe you've heard of me? I'm only the biggest free lance paparazzi photographer out there," he replies. "Oh, that and the fact that I got photos of you playing with yourself. Sure, you could call the police but once they get a hold of my camera, those pictures would be everywhere. Not to mention the fact that they'd probably get you too, for indecent exposure or public nudity," he adds, a smug smile of his face. Britney swears to herself. How could she have been so stupid and careless. "So how do we make this go away? I can't have those photos getting out. Do you want money? Let's make a deal," Britney says, doing her best not to look as panicked as she feels right now.
Jack stares intently at her, his eyes scanning her as she squirms in the hot tub. He gives her a sly grin before replying, Britney already knowing that she's not going to like his response. "Well, it's not really about the money, you see. My job is to get the most candid photos I can of celebrities like yourself, and I'm pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. No, for me it's about capturing the moment," he says, grinning at her. "So what does that mean? What do you want for those photos?" Britney asks, trying to keep her rising temper out of her voice. "How about...a favor?" Jack replies, grinning that grin again. "What kind of favor?" Britney asks. Walking around the hot tub towards her, Jack removes his shirt, shoes and pants, leaving only his boxers. "Jack Mehoff isn't just the fake name I came up with when I became a photographer, it's also something that I love to have done to me when I'm with a woman," Jack says, Britney giving him a confused look. He lets his boxers fall to the floor and, cock in his hand, gets closer to her. "What I'm saying is I want you to jack me off," he explains, shaking his head. "Fine...let's just get this over with," Britney mumbles as Jack sits on the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub.
Britney reaches for his cock slowly, studying it closely as she wraps her hand around its shaft. Jack's already semi hard as she begins quickly jerking his cock. "Hey! Not so fast! Those pictures are valuable so you better make sure I get a slow, sensual handjob. I want this to be a night to remember," he laughs, Britney slowing down as instructed. She runs her hand up and down the length of his cock slow and steady. Britney tries not to look disgusted as she feels Jack's cock stiffen in her grip, all the while stroking his dick in the hopes he'll cum soon. Tonight, however, Britney will have no such luck.
Jack gently grabs her by the wrist, abruptly stopping her handjob. He locks eyes with her, wide grin on his face. "That was great but I have a better idea," he says. "From what I could see while I was taking the pictures you've got a pretty sweet rack. If you want those pictures I'm going to need you to give me a titjob," Jack laughs. Britney sighes, knowing she has no choice but to obey. Reaching behind her head, she unties the string around her neck, removing her top for the second time tonight. Jack lets out a whistle of approval as her breasts tumble out. "Those tits are spectacular. Bet they'll feel even better on my cock," he laughs, nodding down with his chin. Britney takes a breast in each hand, pressing them both together around Jack's cock, and slowly begins sliding her upper body up and down on his cock. "God! That's feels so fucking good baby! Keep going," he tells her. She loses track of how many times she sees the tip of his dick peek out from between her massive breasts. "Spit on it," Jack growls, Britney letting a mouthful of saliva fall onto the head of his cock as it slides all over her chest. Jack reaches out, running his fingers over her nipples. "Heh! You're enjoying this as much as I am. Your nipples are so hard you could cut glass with them," Jack laughs as Britney rolls her eyes.
She's not sure what bothers her more: the way Jack blackmailed her into her current predicament or the fact that deep down he's right, Britney is enjoying this more than she'd care to admit. He taps her on the shoulder, signalling her to stop. "I didn't know you were this...skilled Miss Spears, but I'm sure glad you are," he chuckles. "I don't think I need to remind you how bad it would be if I released those photos to the public. I'm sure you'd agree with me if I said you should really up the ante here... Give me more...motivation...to give you those photos," he says, staring expectantly at her. Britney doesn't wait for him to say it. She lowers herself into the water of the hot tub until her head and shoulders are the only part of her not under the warm water. Leaning forward, mouth open wide, she begins to suck and lick Jack's hard cock. "Good girl! I knew you were a quick learner. Either that or you can't help yourself when there's a big hard cock in front of you," he says, smirking down at her, Britney's head bobbing up and down in his lap.
GWAH! GWAH! GWAH! The sound of Britney gagging herself while deep throating Jack's cock is the only sound this late at night. The pop star is grateful that there's no one around to see her degrade herself like this, sucking off a paparazzi photographer in exchange for the lewd pictures he took of her. She knows that there's no way that Jack can last much longer, and he obviously knows it too, stopping the blowjob by gently grabbing Britney's head and holding it still. "That's hands down the best blowjob I've ever had, but...I still think you can do better than that. Show me how badly you want those photos," Jack says, smirking at her as he slips into the hot tub, sitting down near the edge.
Britney knew it was mostly likely going to end up like this anyway so she doesn't offer any resistance. Reaching into the water she undoes both sides of her bikini bottom, pulls it off, and tosses it onto the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub. She swims over, straddling Jack's lap, fishing around blindly in the water with one hand until she finds his cock. As she moves it into position she slowly lower herself onto the hard dick, letting it gradually slide inside her inch by agonizing inch. "Ugh! Oh shit," they both groan at the same time. Once Britney has finally slid down his cock as far as she can, Jack gives her a wide grin. "I knew you were into me the moment we met. I bet I could've gotten you to fuck me for free!" Jack laughs. Britney ignores his comments, beginning to slide herself up and down his length as she rides his cock. It's her first time having sex in a Jacuzzi, but aside from a little resistance from the water, Britney finds that her movements are otherwise unaffected. As she rides Jack she grinds her hips hard against his, rubbing her clit against his cock the best she can. The way Britney sees it, if it wasn't for the whole blackmail aspect of her current situation she COULD actually see herself fucking Jack under normal circumstances. He's not that bad looking, he's clearly smart, and his cock is just about the normal size she likes a man to have.
"Fuck me Britney! Fuck me as hard as you fucking can!" Jack grunts, pulling her hair lightly as Britney speeds up. Water splashes everywhere as they thrash around, fucking wildly. Ugghhh! Yeah! Just like that! Don't stop!" Jack grunts. "Ugghhhh! Aghhh! Oh fuck!" Britney moans, unable to hide her enjoyment. She speeds up even more, her body flailing around like a woman possessed as she does everything she can to finish off Jack. Unfortunately for Britney, she's the one who gets off first. "Oh my God! I'm cumming!" Britney wails, wrapping her arms and legs around Jack as she climaxes, body shaking violently. He holds her tight, letting her finish. Weak and wobbily, Britney climbs off Jack, sitting down next to him in the hot tub, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
"So I take it you're enjoying yourself?" Jack asks, a sarcastic tone in his voice. Britney nods, smiling weakly at him. "Well that's great but I STILL haven't cum yet, so if you want those pictures we're going to have to take things to the next level. And I think since you've been a pain in the ass all night, I think it's only fair that I'm a pain in yours. Turn around and bend over," Jack snaps. Britney does as she's told, repositioning herself so that her ass is facing him. "Just remember, we didn't have to do this but you were so obsessed with getting yourself off that you completely forgot about me. Now this is what you get," he laughs, spreading her ass cheeks wide. "Uggghhh!" Britney whines, Jack entering her asshole with one hard thrust. He grabs her by the hips and goes right to work, drilling her ass doggy style as hard as humanly possible. "Ugh! Agh! Uggghhh!" Britney cries, drowning out Jack's grunts of pleasure. As he fucks her Jack slides an arm around her stomach, repositioning her. She lets out an yelp as he unknowingly moves her into a spot in the hot tub near one of the water jets, the strong stream of water hitting Britney right in the clit.
"Ugh! Uggghhhh! Oh shit!" Britney moans, overwhelmed by the pleasure of having both her holes stimulated at the same time. If Jack realizes what's happened he doesn't say anything, focusing on drilling Britney's tight little ass until he cums. Britney lets out a yelp as the photographer reaches around her body, squeezing her tits tightly in his hands before returning his hands to her hips. "You like this? I bet you love getting ass fucked!" Jack growls, smacking her firm ass, alternating from one ass cheek to the other. He continues slapping her ass as hard as he can, his hips doubling in speed as he pounds her asshole. When the ass smacking finally stops Britney's almost disappointed, at least until Jack grabs a handful of her hair, pulling it hard. It's too much for the pop star, Britney climaxing a second time, even more intense than the first. Her screams and moans push Jack to the breaking point. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm going to fill your hot little ass with my cum," Jack grunts, Britney completely oblivious as she's still cumming herself.
Jack pulls out of her ass with even a hint of gentleness, Britney laying face down on the edge of the hot tub, her body completely limp from exhaustion and pleasure. She watches as Jack quickly pulls on his boxers and pants, buttoning his shirt as he heads back towards the bushes, Britney feeling concern building deep inside her. He hurries back, setting a small camera next to her on the wooden deck. "As promised here's the camera," Jack says. Her worry starts to subside for a moment...at least until Jack speaks again. "Of course I'm keeping the video camera and the footage from tonight. If a few photos of pop icon Britney Spears rubbing one out in a hot tub is huge, just imagine how valuable a video of Britney Spears fucking a random guy would go for?" Jack smirks at her. He leans down, placing a business card next to her and the camera. "It was great doing business with you tonight. I'm sure I'll be hearing from you about the video real soon.." Jack laughs as he walks to his car. As she watches him walk away Britney is torn. Part of her hates that he was able to blackmail her twice in one night, but the other part of her... Well, if she was on honest with herself, Britney would admit that she can't wait for another night of rough, dirty sex with the world famous paparazzi photographer Jack Mehoff...
The End
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