Jennifer Love Hewitt's Big Night Out

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Jennifer Love Hewitt's Big Night Out – ficfan08
Celeb(s) – Jennifer Love Hewitt
Codes – MF, BDSM,
Originally posted on July 14 2007 at CSSA

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction for ADULTS, If you’re under 18 please don’t read this, go, find some other way to warp you’re mind. To everyone else this is purely a work of fiction, it’s not real it’s made up, it never happened, got it? Good. Now enjoy this tale of debauchery

PREFACE

This tale about the exploits of Jennifer Love Hewitt was written in 2004 just after she had completed that work of cinematic genius know as GARFIELD.

Jennifer Love Hewitt looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire how she looked. She wore a skin tight royal purple cat suit combined with a tight corset that made her breasts thrust out like ripe melons for the plucking. She loved the way it gave her a sensual hourglass figure and once she added her thigh-high boots, she had to admit that she looked hot, no she looked sensational even if she said so herself. Finally she added a black latex hood, tucking her long chestnut hair underneath the confining hood which

covered all but her nose and mouth. She looked at her full ripe lips, puckered them and coated them in a passion red lipstick. She twirled

around, the six inch heel on the boots made walking normally impossible but it gave her ass and breasts a come-hither look to them.

Jennifer grabbed her keys and headed to her blacked out Mini before droving downtown.

Jennifer had always had a thing for leather and rubber and bondage so once she had made it in Hollywood, she went nuts in a fetish store and now had dozens of different clothes and devices back at her place.

Often after a long day she would put herself through some sensual self-bondage so that it would bring her some measure of satisfaction. A closet fetishist, she would often have various leather and bondage magazines in

her trailer, pleasuring herself as she imagined she was the girl in the pictures.

Eventually Jennifer Love Hewitt arrived at one of Los Angeles’ more decadent bondage fetish clubs, one that she hadn’t been to before as she entered her body began to tingle. The overwhelming smell of sweat, leather and latex made her wish that she had given herself a quick orgasm before arriving. Her excitement got the better of her and she went to the bathroom to do just that and, in her fit for sensual release, she didn’t realize that she was in the guy’s bathroom.

She fingered herself to a fast orgasm inside a stall and cleaned herself

off licking her fingers before leaving the stall. That’s when she noticed she wasn’t alone and that they weren’t girls in front of her.

‘Hello pretty.’ Said the tall tanned leather clad male. ‘Sounds like you were having fun in there!’

Jennifer looked up, open mouthed at the man, he was six foot six,

at least, and broad shouldered, he towered over her petite five foot two frame.

She shivered instinctively.

Then she noticed that hanging from the man’s waist was a flogger, paddle,

cuffs in fact all manner of bondage equipment.

Her mouth felt dry, her heart pounded, her nipples began to stiffen trapped under her tight top.

Before she could respond he snarled. ‘Cat got your tongue Bitch! You know you need permission from your betters to come in here. And there’s no way a big titted whore like you would be allowed to do that.’ He said gesturing to the stall.

‘You’re just a bad, bad slut’ he said with a snarl. ‘I think we should do something about that. Perhaps teach you a lesson’

Jennifer could feel her face blushing red under the hood as she tottered on her high gleaming heels, things were getting out of control, and yet a wave

of pleasure swept through her at the thought of what might come.

‘On your knees slut ‘ He boomed. ‘NOW’ he shouted as she stood there confused and hesitant.

Slowly she sank to her knees. ‘Follow me’ he snapped and walked to the urinals. Looking over his shoulder he screeched ‘On all fours you dumb ass bimbo!’

Slowly with her constricting clothes squeaking on the wet floor she followed the stranger.

When she arrived at her destination, she felt the others gather around her. She could only imagine what her ass must look like, twitching back and forth, encased in purple latex. Her attention was on the tall man in front of her who had just locked her wrists together with a pair of his handcuffs and then snapped a collared leash around her neck.

“California has a leash law for all of it’s bitches.” he said with a smirk as he removed a paddle from his belt. It was black and wooden as wide as its owner’s huge hand and fifteen inches long, lined with small, indented metal ridges around the edge.

“Now bitch, time for your obedience training… SIT” he commanded as he held the paddle menacingly.

The implication was not lost on Jennifer she sat obediently, her high heel boots held tightly in front of her. The man continued with his commands: roll over, play dead, fetch where she had to fetch a used paper towel off the floor using her teeth.

She only got spanked on the ass with one strong powerful strike for attempting to speak. Her mistake was she used words when she was told to speak instead of barking.

Jennifer could feel her heart racing and the heat between her legs was getting

worse by the second, even the spanking had only excited her more. Her submissiveness was getting the best of

her.

Jennifer was lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice the sound of zippers and pants dropping until she heard the leader’s voice, “Now it’s time to learn begging. First, beg like the bitch you are. Then touch the cocks around you, and do your best to please them and maybe you’ll get a treat.” he said.

Jennifer looked around her. She crawled over to the tall man and started to say,

“May I…” before Jennifer could utter another word there was a loud echoing WHAP across her ass.

“Bitch, don’t make me do that again.” he said, venom dripped from each syllable. Jennifer was still grimacing in pain as she started to nuzzle one of the men’s crotches with her nose and face, making little whimpers until he acquiesced. His dick was above average at seven inches but she could handle it, using her full lips and throat to its full advantage, Jennifer bobbed her head up and down.

She could feel him getting close but her face was moved away before he came, then she was sent to the next man, the same pattern repeated itself even as she got to the leader. He was large, larger than any she had ever seen at something close to eleven inches with several inches of girth. He didn’t waste time with her begging; he simply thrust his cock into her mouth and started to fuck her face, filling her mouth with his

cock, hitting the back of her throat at the apex of each thrust while his balls slapped her chin. She could hear the other two men rubbing their dicks, getting closer to cumming when she was pushed away, against the wall between two urinals. The smell assaulted her senses, but it excited her even more. That’s when they released their loads of pent-up cum, spraying her face and breasts, further humiliating her, Jennifer was in ecstasy and couldn’t help but open her mouth wide, groaning in pleasure as the blasts of cum splattered over her.

The guys tucked themselves back in as the leader grasped the leash and tugged on it, bringing Jennifer back to the present and away the fever pitch heat that begged to be sated between her legs. It wasn’t until she moved a few steps, tottering on those huge heels that she realized that she was being lead back to the club floor, cum was drying over her face and body with each passing moment.

Jennifer stood there, terrified and excited, her thoughts were in a whirl and her body was crying, longing for release. A release she’d been promised and denied.

Inside her tight clinging rubber outfit her body was slick with sweat; her ass was burning hot and aching from the spanking it had recently received. Her pussy was glowing hot, hotter than she could ever remember. If only she could touch it, but her hands were cuffed behind her rendering her helpless.

Helpless.

She shuddered at the thought and her body quivered in desire. A stranger now controlled her body.

Jennifer was brought back to reality when her leash was pulled hard.

‘Now Bitch!’ said the tall muscular stranger.

Jennifer had no idea what she was supposed to do, she hesitated and was yanked forward, and she tottered precariously on her obscenely high heels. Jennifer could only take tiny mincing steps and had to virtually trot to keep up with the stranger. Her heels rang loudly on the polished wooden floor with each step she took. To Jennifer they seemed to echo through the club and her brain. She felt like she was the centre of attention, she was certain every eye was watching the

short, tied, rubber clad beauty that was covered in cum.

Jennifer came to a halt in one of the many punishment areas.

‘I was going to allow you to come, in front of this select audience’ The tall man paused and mockingly gestured towards the growing crowd that was gathering around this helpless beauty. ‘But you have proved you’re incapable of following even the most simple of instructions. Either you’re a really dumb bitch or your being wilfully disobedient’ As he said this Jennifer felt her rubber clad legs being spread, strong, rough hands forced her to stand on the tips of her toes.

As Jennifer was positioned she recalled the time when she’d been pulled over and searched,, intimately searched, by a traffic cop on a lonely Highway and how she’d been used the way she loved…

Jennifer felt something tight against her ankles, she glanced down, and she gasped as she saw a huge spreader bar that was now being locked between her legs, stretching her opening her, making her ache. Her arms were now pulled high above her and attached to a hook . She was now totally helpless, vulnerable, barely able to reach the ground. The stranger could do anything to her now, she was at his mercy, and she loved it.

He came close to her and whispered in her ear ‘ Your safe word will be Garfield’

Fear ran through Jennifer’s mind, her heart pounded, a cold chill coursed through her. ‘Garfield’ the word flew through her mind. ‘God he knows who I am, although I’m wearing this locked hood.

He knows I’m Jennifer Love Hewitt!!!

He must do!’

Despite her all consuming fear and panic her body twitched and cried out for release. Her mind whirled through the humiliating degrading stories that would appear in the tabloids. Her body was in turmoil her pussy was an inferno of desire, she longed for release. Why wasn’t she allowed to come!

She cried out as her ass was suddenly whipped under a torrent of blows making her twist and jerk like a marionette, deep red welts were forming on her peach red ass, through the thin clinging purple rubber. Her head jerked wildly as the stranger started to move the whip down her thighs.

Suddenly Jennifer began to laugh, she laughed loudly and in relief, as she spotted the plush fat toy cat that had been humorously positioned in a pillory near her, from the look of the Garfield toy it had been a mascot here for years.

The stranger didn’t know who she was!

Her secret was still safe.

Her laughter stopped as the tall stranger forced a ring gag into her mouth. ‘You must be the dumbest bitch in the world’ he snapped at her. ‘Now I think it’s time for our fun to begin’ he said gesturing to the crowd.

‘Who wants to be first to use this disobedient wilful dumb ass bitch?’

The crowd went wild; some offered to pay to use her.

The leader just smiled at them and said, “Of course you all do. Now, I know how many of you would just love to put those hard cocks into this slut’s cock loving mouth but that’s just too damn good for this bitch.”

He moved around her, sliding his hand between her breasts, over her stomach and slapped her ass hard, gripping it at the same time, Jennifer grunted in frustration.

“Nah, this SLUT is going to live out her own wet dream… covered in creamy cum!”

The crowd roared as they descended on Jennifer like a tidal wave of hormones, cocks and breasts were whipped out as the mob surrounded her. It was literally a blur to Jennifer as cocks were slapped in her face, out of reach of her outstretched tongue, breasts were rubbed and forced into her face, her body was spanked all over so that practically her entire body inside of the suit was red raw while on the outside, there wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t covered in cum and pussy juices. The inside of the suit felt like an inferno, the only thing hotter was the want inside Jennifer’s pussy. It was such a heat, such a need that she was practically crying to be fucked, to be used.

That’s when the leader brought out a pair of the largest vibrating dildos; he moved it right in front of Jennifer’s cum-caked eyes, which seemed to sparkle when she recognised the object before her. The tall man found the right zipper and was greeted by a flood of sweat and pussy juices which elicited another roar from the crowd. He slid both of the impossibly wide dildos inside Jennifer’s wanting, needy holes, causing her to orgasm instantly.

“God you’re such a bimbo fuck slut…” said the man, slapping her on her exposed ass, a bright red glowing handprint sprang into view.

Once Jennifer finally came down from her intense shattering orgasm, the man finished attaching the dildos inside of her; he locked the devices into place with a harness strapping it tightly around her. He leaned over to Jennifer’s ear and said, “Give them a good show slut.”

That’s when he turned the toys on to full power.

The end for now…