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Single As FuckBritney Spears was once known as the Princess of Pop. Those days were over. 20 years ago, she was known as the trailblazing singer of bubblegum pop. She had since aged and transformed into a smoldering hot, sex obsessed MILF. After gaining her freedom from conservatorship, there was no one to stop her from walking away from her old career. She had enough of the entertainment business and stepped away. The only thing she cared about nowadays was posting thirst traps on Instagram and videos dancing like a stripper. The one and only message she worried about conveying to the public was just how horny she was. She needed the world to know, just as she let everyone know she was single. Or 'Single as fuck', she told the world through social media.
These days, Britney was always horny. There were few people in her love life who could satisfy these kind of urges when all she wanted to do was fuck non-stop. Her sex drive was that of a nympho who was almost impossible to satisfy. She could fuck all day and all night, completely draining men of every last drop of cum. This was where she developed the taste of a type. Only one kind of man who could satisfy her. She needed someone young, strong and with the stamina to go several rounds with her. Sex was not a casual session in an hour's time in her house. It was a marathon-like event that went on and on until she was satisfied enough to pass out.
Enter Brad. He was a young man in his early 20s who was living in the same neighborhood. He met Britney months ago when he went around advertising that he did yardwork for the locals. He had a push mower for cutting grass and other tools to do fine work on the biggest yards. It was hard work, yet that was how he liked to occupy himself. Brad had the kind of body that looked like it was chiseled out of marble, with strong abs decorated in tattoos and a big, beautiful dick that was a perfect match for Britney's insatiable appetite. His face was usually clean shaved with short black hair that matched his brown eyes. All the looks made him appear as a bad boy, regardless if she knew much about his personality. He had no idea what was about to hit him when Britney decided to make him her next sexual conquest.
The day was hot, a typical day in the middle of summer. The temperature was rising with the heat index already over 103. He was out in it. Brad was working hard on Britney's lawn, sweat pouring down his chest and abs. Britney was in the house, scrolling through her phone, looking at the raunchiest videos she could find on the internet. She went through porn sites and searched for things to give her new ideas, but wasn't finding anything special today. She got up and went to the window and saw Brad. Seeing the young man drenched in sweat and working hard made her pussy throb.
Britney had had her eye on him for a while. The last time he did yard work for her, she kept herself occupied watching porn while she could see him outside the kitchen window. That day came and went, but today she felt an irresistible urge to get fucked. She had noticed how he looked at her from the window. Britney smiled and waved at him when they saw each other. She strutted outside in a yellow skimpy bikini, her tits practically bouncing with each step, and her ass cheeks peeking from the bottom. She walked over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically, and said, "Hey Brad, how's it going?"
Brad looked up, his eyes immediately drawn to her nearly exposed breasts. He tried to act professional and replied, "Just keeping cool, Ms. Spears." But the heat was definitely not coming from the sun anymore.
"Oh, please! Call me Britney!" She leaned over, giving him a full view of her cleavage, and said, "I've got something cold for you inside." Their eyes locked in a silent challenge.
Brad nodded. He followed her into her house and felt the cool breeze as soon as he stepped through the front door. He had seen her before, of course, but never like this. She was sexier than any of the celebrities he'd jerked off to on his phone. Britney walked ahead of him, her ass swaying with each step, leading him to the kitchen where a cold beer was waiting for him. He took it gratefully, smiling at the sight of a cold one waiting for him.
"Thanks, Britney," he said, taking a long swig.
"You're welcome," she replied, leaning against the counter, her eyes never leaving his as she bit her lower lip. "So Brad, do you have a girlfriend?"
Brad gulped the alcohol, his eyes wandering over her curvy figure. "No, I'm single," he said while setting the bottle on the table.
"Perfect," Britney purred. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his sweaty shirt on her fingertips. "You know, Brad, I've noticed you checking me out."
Brad smirked, "You're pretty hard to miss. It's not everyday you get to work for Britney Spears."
"Mmmmmmm, I bet you've been wanting to say that to me since the day we met," she teased, her hand sliding down to grip the front of his shorts. She felt his dick bulging under her touch. "But you know what, Brad? I don't do subtle. If you want me, you need to take me."
Brad took a step closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. He picked her up, placing her on the kitchen counter. Their eyes locked, the heat between them palpable. He leaned in, capturing her mouth with his, their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air. His hands moved to the strings of her bikini top, deftly untying them. The fabric fell away, revealing her perfect, round tits. His hands smashed against them, causing Britney to moan into his mouth as he fondled her boobs.
He broke the kiss and looked in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, smirking at him, "Mmmmmmm, see. You can take what you want when you want to."
Brad stepped back and began to peel his shirt off. Britney grinned, giggling in a sexy voice as she saw his muscles and tattoos. She responded to his stripping by untying her bikini bottoms pulling them away to reveal her shaved, wet pussy. Brad took off his sandals and pushed his shorts and underwear down to allow his cock to spring out into view.
Britney gasped when she saw it, "Oh my god! That's so big!"
He reached for her arm, shoving her off the kitchen counter.
"Get down there and start sucking," he pushed Britney to her knees so his hard cock was near her face. Brad was in charge now, and she loved seeing this from a man nearly half her age. Her eyes widened with excitement as she took his throbbing member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before shoving it down her throat.
"Fuck yeah! Suck that cock!" Brad's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands threading through her hair as he guided her rhythm. She was an expert, her mouth moving with precision, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft before deep-throating him. Britney pushed it all the way down and then moved her lips back up, releasing his dick with a pop sound.
"Mmmmm, yeah. I only suck the biggest cocks, and this one is so fuckin' big!" A southern flair in her accent was heard as Britney jacked him with her little hand. Her fingers went so fast wanking him that it became a blur. She stopped after a minute and planted her lips back on the head of his shaft. She kissed it, then pushed it into her mouth.
Brad's moan grew louder as she sucked harder. She was giving him a blowjob like he had never experienced before. It was like she had studied the art for years, and he was the lucky recipient of her skills. Britney was nasty, gagging and drooling all over his dick. She pulled her lips back again, releasing it with another pop. This time there were dangling strings of saliva from her mouth back to his dick. She looked into his eyes and winked.
Without warning, Brad grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed his dick back into her mouth. Britney let go of it, knowing that he was about to start fucking her face. She took it like a champ, letting him control the pace. He pushed his dick in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each thrust. Britney's eyes watered, but she never took her gaze away from his. She liked it rough, knowing how to use her expert gag reflexes when being face-fucked. Her hands went to his thighs, holding on as he used her mouth like a fuck toy. His grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements, setting a rhythm as her mouth went GWUK-GWUK-GWUK-GWUK.
He pushed his dick all the way down her throat and held her there after a moment, "Fuck yeah, suck it all the way down," She gagged on his length, then he pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth so Britney could breathe.
"You're really fucking good at sucking dick," Brad told her with a groan.
Britney smirked, "Mmmmm, you think so? Go ahead and stick your dick back in my mouth. Fuck my face," she said in a low, seductive tone.
Brad didn't need any more encouragement. He shoved his cock back into her mouth, holding onto her hair with both hands. He began to fuck her face again, this time faster with his hips thrusting into her mouth. She gagged and choked, but she never stopped. Britney was loving every second of it, her eyes watering and smearing all the mascara and eyeliner around her eyes into black tears trailing down her face.
"FUCK!!!" He screamed, stopping abruptly. Brad pulled his dick out of Britney's mouth, letting her breathe. Saliva strings dangled from her lower lip and corners of her mouth. She looked like a mess and wasn't even covered in cum yet. Now was not the time to blow a load. Brad wanted to fuck her in the ass next. He grabbed Britney by her long, blonde hair and pulled her up, turning her around.
"Up against the counter," he told her. She gripped the edge and then he slapped her ass to get the point across. Britney squealed in excitement, looking at him across her shoulder, "do you want some of this big ass?"
"That's the hole I want next," Brad said, slapping her ass again. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks, pulling it apart to look at her asshole. Britney gasped when she felt the head pushing in. "Oh my god! Yeah! Ohhhh, yeah! Slam that fuckin' dick in my ass!"
Brad didn't hold back. He pushed into her, his dick sliding in her thick ass with surprising ease. She was obviously well-prepared for this kind of fucking which impressed him. Brad had to wonder just how many guys had bent her over and took her ass in the past. At least he was one of the lucky ones.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh god! Yes, YESSSSS!!!" Britney moaned. He began to pump in and out of her, the sound of his balls slapping against her pussy echoing through the kitchen. Britney's moans grew louder with each thrust as she felt his cock drilling deep in her ass. "OHHHHHH YEAH!! FUCK MY ASS, YESSS, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
Brad's grip on her hips tightened as he picked up the pace. Her ass bounced with each pump, jiggling in a way that made his cock throb even more. Her tits were jiggling and shaking all around, but he kept his hands planted on her hips without being distracted by them. He was in heaven, fucking a legendary pop star's tight, juicy ass, and she was taking it like a champ, loving every second of it.
"FUCK THAT ASS!! OHHHHHH, YEAH!! THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!"
Britney's moans grew louder and more fervent with each stroke of Brad's cock in her ass. She was a woman possessed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she felt his every thrust. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the counter, her body moving back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking. "YESS, YESSSSS!! GIVE ME YOUR COCK UP MY ASS!!!" He just kept hammering away, slamming his cock in that ass.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen. Brad didn't want to stop. Her ass was that good to fuck. He kept thrusting over and over, knowing he was going to blow his load soon. He stopped thrusting and leaned forward enough to blow hot air of his breath across the side of her neck.
"I want to cum all over your pretty fucking face," Brad whispered into her ear. Britney gasped as Brad pulled out of her tight ass. He stepped back, stroking himself, watching her pant and whine.
"On your fucking knees," he ordered, and she complied without question. Britney turned around, looking at him as she stuck her tongue out, waiting to get glazed in his hot load. Brad pointed his cock at her face, wanking furiously.
"Cover me in cum, Brad! Ahhhhhhhh!!" She leaned in, her tongue reaching out to lick the precum off the tip.
"TAKE THIS FUCKING CUM, BRITNEY!!!!" With a final, deep breath, he started to cum. Thick ropes of white hot cum shot out of his dick, painting her face in a sticky mess. Britney moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure as she felt the warm jizz splatter across the left side of her face and forehead. She opened her mouth and caught some, letting it dribble down her chin, savoring the taste.
As Brad finished, he stepped back, panting heavily. Britney looked up at him, her makeup a mess, cum streaking down her cheeks and neck. She giggled before grabbing his cock and sucking the final drops out. "Mmmmmmmmm, delicious," she said, licking her lips and swallowing the semen that entered her mouth.
"You're fucking dirty," he told her with a groan.
Britney wiped some of the cum from her cheek with a grin, "I know. Just go ahead and call me what you want. I'm a fucking cum slut," She stood up, grabbing his cock and stroking it to get him hard again. Britney wasn't satisfied. He had only awakened her lustful side.
"You're not done with me yet, bad boy," she purred, leading him into the living room. The coolness of the air conditioning made his sweaty body feel more alive. They stumbled over to the couch, kissing along the way. Britney pushed him down and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. She didn't even bother to get his cock back in her pussy. She just slammed it back into her ass again.
Brad's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure. He had never had a woman be so eager for his dick before. He didn't know if it was because she was a cock-hungry MILF or because she liked him, but he wasn't complaining. "Oh, you're going to get it," he groaned as she began to ride him with her ass.
The couch groaned under their weight as Britney bounced up and down on Brad's dick, her tits bobbing with every bounce. She threw her head back, hair waving all directions. Brad grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard as she continued to ride.
But she had an idea for a better angle. She stopped abruptly, breathless and smiling, "Let's switch it up," she said, hopping off of him. Brad got up from the couch and traded places. Britney laid on her back, lifting her legs up as she invited him to fuck her by pointing down at her wet pussy.
He didn't need to be told in any words. Brad grabbed her ankles and raised her legs over his shoulders. She watched as he lined his dick up to her glistening wet folds before sliding in. Britney's eyes rolled back in her head, her body quivering with pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she moaned as he pushed into her tight pussy. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he could feel every inch of her tight wetness as he began to thrust. Brad grabbed her legs, holding onto them as he bucked his hips to drive into her.
Britney's tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. She reached up to pinch them, her eyes never leaving Brad's as he fucked her.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh yeah! I've been wanting you to do this to me since the dawy we met! Fuck me, Brad! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!"
Brad took her legs and pushed them back, giving him a better angle to drill her pussy. He rammed his cock in and out, bucking his hips fast as Britney squealed and screamed high pitch cries of pleasure. "YESSS, YESSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! FUCK ME, JUST LIKE THAT, OHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!"
Her tits bounced all around after Britney moved her hands away. She lowered one hand to her clit, rubbing at it as Brad maintained his grip on her legs. "DON'T STOP!! KEEP FUCKING ME!!!" She screamed at him again, gritting her teeth.
Brad continued to hammer her pussy, moving her legs off his shoulders and then watching her spread them out like the dancer she truly was. He leaned in and placed his hands over her tits, squeezing them hard as he kept fucking her.
"YESSSS!!! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT, OHHHHHHH GOD!!!" Britney's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was so close to reaching that ultimate moment of pleasure. Brad kept pumping his cock into her pussy, knowing he had nearly fucked her into a climax. With another thrust, he felt her pussy tightening around his dick and that was when he knew.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave crashing against the shore. She arched her back, her whole body stiffening as she screamed out her pleasure. Britney's nails dug into the couch cushions as she rode out the intense sensation. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and Brad quickly pulled out.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum again!" Britney was recovering her own orgasm when she glanced down to see Brad's cock lined up over her stomach. He stroked it a few times and then more cum spurted out, splattering onto her sexy stomach and near her belly button. She giggled, "Ohhhh, yeah! Cum on me! I am a cum whore after all!"
Brad chuckled, watching as the ropes of jizz landed on her glowing sweaty skin. They were both out of breath, spent and looking at each other lustfully.
"You're something else, Britney," he said, panting.
"That was a good fuck," she replied.
Brad nodded, "next time you call me to cut your grass, just keep a beer in the fridge for me."
"Deal. Next time I'll get you a six pack," Britney said with a wink.
The End.
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