Britney Story

At this point, I realised that I was still holding in my hand Britney's red lace panties that I had stolen from her suitcase. I raised them for another sniff, still snapping photographs as Britney turned her back away from me. She reached behind her for the ties of her pink bra. I had to restrain myself from reaching out myself to help her out of it. Britney let the bra fall as she turned back to face me and I was given a sight few people have seen quite this close up, the stunning, pert breasts of a pop superstar. I have to admit, at the sight of this stunning moment I let out a little gasp of surprise and pleasure.

In a split second, Britney was alert and aware that something was not quite right. She stepped right towards the wardrobe, right towards where I was hiding, and flung it open. Now it was Britney's turn to give a gasp of shock. I don't blame her, after all what must she have seen? A crazed fan, sitting in her wardrobe watching her undress as he snapped photos with one hand and smelt her panties with the other, all the time with a growing hard-on visible under his jeans.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my wardrobe?" said Britney, partly angry, partly a little scared and confused, "Hurry up or I'll call security."

"I'm Rich," I told her, "I'm a fan, I was at your show this evening." This didn't seem to reassure her.

"Listen Rich," Britney said, trying to sound reasonable, which in the situation was pretty impressive on her part, "I appreciate you dedication as a fan but you know I can't have you taking those photos of me."

"Why not?" I found myself saying almost against my will, "There's loads of nude photos of you on the internet."

Britney seemed momentarily taken back by my forwardness, I know I was.

"None of them very accurate, I can assure you," she said, "Anyway, you know this is different, seedy photos of me stripping in a hotel room, there'd be a riot of scandal."

I began to realise now that despite her confident façade, Britney did not really have the upper hand here, she was desperate for those photos not to be revealed and, although it was cruel, I was beginning to wonder just how far she'd go to get them.

"I'm sorry Britney, but these pictures are something I'll always treasure, a little something of you."

As I had thought, Britney now dropped her confident, reasonable exterior and put on a pleading face so beautiful it was all I could do to not melt right there.

"Please Rich," she begged, "You must realise, as a fan, the damage those pictures could do to me," with some difficulty I remained unmoved, "Please, if you give them to me I'll do anything for you."

This was now my opportunity, "Well, there is something you could do for me," I said, indicating the bulging erection that remained in my trousers throughout this conversation, Britney's pleading had done nothing to diminish it.

Britney frowned at the sight of it, "Don't be disgusting," she said angrily. However there wasn't much conviction in her voice, and a little twinkle in her eye told me that maybe she didn't really find this such an objectionable thing to do to get her photos back.

"Come on Britney," I said, knowing she probably just needed a tiny bit more persuading, "All you need do is suck me off and then we're even, I'll give you the photos."

I could see a moment's doubt and hesitation in Britney's eyes, that same moment's doubt my sister used to get when you were trying to persuade her into something, it meant she was about to give way to you.

"Well, as long as you know I'm only doing it for the photos," Britney said, and I knew she'd cracked, "I don't even find you remotely attractive so don't get any other ideas." A little lick of her lips suggested that the truth might be otherwise.

Britney dropped to her knees before me and unzipped my jeans, dropping them to the floor and releasing my cock, which stood proud and erect in her face. She licked her lips again in a way that was making me ever more horny, before running her tongue around the tip of my cock where some pre-cum was already emerging. As her tongue flicked over the tip of my member I felt a thrill of excitement, a couple of months earlier all I had wanted was to see her in concert, now the world's sexiest pop star was on her knees in front of me, taking my dick in her mouth. Rather unenthusiastically at first, Britney began to suck on the head of my cock like it was a lollipop. However, before long some baser, more sexual feelings, began to override her earlier reasoning and she began to suck me off with gusto, using her hand to jerk off the base of my cock while her tongue ran eagerly around the head. As I looked down into her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes, I could see that Britney Spears was now loving getting my cock inside her throat, she even let out a moan of pleasure.

All those nights of fantasy and this is finally coming true I thought, amazed, the woman of my dreams is actually sucking me off. That thought was enough to finish off what Britney's skilled and eager cocksucking had begun and I cried out loudly, forgetting the security people no doubt waiting outside, "I'm cumming, Britney! I'M CUMMING." Britney swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of my creamy juices, before pulling my dick out of her mouth and jerking it off some more as I continued to spunk onto her face and her beautiful breasts. It was quite something of an orgasm, I can tell you, just like all those I had had when I fantasised about her except a thousand times better. By the end of it, Britney was slightly drenched in my juices.

She licked her lips once more, this time tasting some of my cum with it in a way that had such relish to it that I was already getting horny again. Britney stood up and pulled me close to her, not worrying that her sticky body was getting my cum all over my clothes. She opened her pretty pink lips and I leant over to kiss them, pushing my tongue into her mouth in the way I dreamed of pushing my cock into her pussy. I could taste my salty cum on her mouth but I didn't care. After all, why would I, I was passionately french kissing Britney Spears. After what was an age but seemed to me regrettably short we broke from the kiss.

"Now don't say you didn't enjoy that, Britney," I said to her, the silly grin on her face telling me enough about her feelings on the matter.

"Well worth a couple of photos though, Rich," she grinned at me.

Now I knew how sexually suggestible the beautiful star was I decided to try and push my luck further, after all this kind of thing is a once in a lifetime opportunity (or never in most people's lifetime). If she'd give head for some photos, I reasoned, what would she do for videotape. Now, I didn't have a video camera, although right now I'd have loved one, but Britney didn't have to know that.

"I'm sure that video will make a great hit on the net," I said.

Britney, who had been wiping my cum off her breasts, looked up at me surprised with a moment's fear flashing across her eyes.

"What video?" she said.

"The one I set up in here earlier on, the one that just filmed you giving me head," I said, thinking on my feet, "Since you were such a good girl with the photos, how about a similar thing with this. I'll let you have the videotape if you let me fuck you."

I had expected the former surprise and slight anger followed by either me persuading her as before or her angry dismissal of me. What I didn't expect was tears, but that's what I got. Tears began to roll down Britney's smooth cheeks, mixing the salt of her tears with my salty juices.

"I...I can't," she stammered, unhappily, "You don't know how much you're asking of me."

I was now beginning to feel sorry for her quite a lot but still I said, "But it can't be that old nonsense about you being a virgin, nobody believes that. A virgin doesn't give head that good," I smiled hoping the compliment might merit at least a further smile back.

I didn't get one, the tears continued to flow heavily. Britney sat down on her bed, still beautiful but now in a tragic, pathetic way. Her breasts exposed, dressed just in pink hotpants and fishnet stockings, tears streaming down her face. Now I felt really guilty, this was the woman I had always loved and worshipped from afar and I had made her cry rather than bringing pleasure to her. I sat down on the bed beside her and put my arm around her bare shoulder, giving her my shoulder to cry on, my shirt was already ruined by my cum stains anyway. Quite a pair we made, her topless and me with my cock out.

"I'm so sorry Britney," I said, utterly sincerely, in fact tears were almost welling up in my eyes, tears of sympathy for her, "I didn't mean for you to cry. I just thought...I just thought that we had hit it off quite well and you enjoyed sucking me off, I thought you'd like the feel of me more inside you."

"I'm sorry Rich," she said between sobs, "It's not your fault, it's just something I can't do."

I patted her on the back, further trying to comfort her.

"Listen Britney," I said, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want, I'll destroy the tape," my one little lie, I thought she'd be further upset to know of my deception on that count, "I just wanted to make you happy, make you have fun. I'm your fan Britney, I love you and I only want to have sex with you if you'll enjoy it. I can always go back to jerking off over your picture."

Britney looked up from crying on my shoulder, the tears had stopped, she even smiled at this last reference to my pathetic fan lust for her. There was a moment when she looked into my eyes and seemed to be deep in thought before coming to a decision.

"I've something I need to show you, Rich," said Britney, getting up from her place beside me on the bed, "If you still want to, once you've seen it, I'd love for you to fuck me."

With that, Britney Spears, every man's fantasy began to strip off her bright pink hot-pants. I leant forward, eager to see her pussy beneath, and then reeled back in shock, silent and open mouthed as between the shapely thighs of the world's sexiest star was not the smooth shaved pussy I had dreamed of but a throbbing, manly cock.

3. I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman

As you can imagine, the sight came as quite a shock to me. My eyes practically popped out of their sockets and my mouth dropped open at the sight before me. Britney Spears, America's sweetheart, the world's sexiest superstar, the woman I had spent the last five years lusting after, was no woman at all. Sure, she had those fine round breasts, long legs, curvy feminine body, but between her legs, as she had just revealed to me, was a very masculine penis. Let me assure you, my mind was spinning with a million thoughts all of a sudden the moment Britney dropped her tight bright pink hot-pants to reveal her little secret beneath. This was not just the woman of my dreams, this was the woman who, in real life, had just got down on her knees and sucked off that part of me that I now discovered we shared. The first thing that flashed through my mind was severe doubts about my sexuality. I'd always been a red blooded male, and I'd felt my obsession with Britney Spears was one thing that proved that above everything else, and here I was, having been sucked off by a chick with a dick, never mind that she happened to be Britney Spears, and having enjoyed it immensely. Now, having enjoyed sexual contact with someone who isn't all woman is enough to make anyone doubt their own sexuality, but remaining really turned on by the situation even after discovering this fact made me even more so.

On the other hand, here I was with a chance to fuck Britney Spears, something any man would kill for, I couldn't turn it down. I mean, it was Britney Spears standing there in front of me, dressed in nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings, her hair dishevelled and make-up smudged from sucking on my cock, her beautiful breasts sticky with my cum. There were still tears in her eyes and her head was hung so she was no longer looking at me, but she was still undeniably more hot and sexy than any woman I had ever been with before. I'd be an absolute idiot to pass up my chance to get my cock inside Britney Spears, the part of me that wasn't so worried about my sexuality was thinking, even if she does have a cock herself. Certainly this was the part of me that was ruling my dick, as it had already grown fairly firm despite my having came all over Britney just a few minutes earlier. Gradually, this part of me began to take over and I knew that what I really wanted was to consummate my lust with the beautiful star, consummate that desire that wouldn't go away no matter what was between her legs.

I stood up and walked over to where Britney was standing, naked, waiting. She looked up into my eyes, there was a look of hope and anticipation on her face, willing me to overlook any lingering doubts and to fuck her right there. Well, that beautiful, pleading look in her tearful eyes sealed it, I was going to fuck her, not just for my own pleasure but for hers as well. I took Britney's head in my hands and pulled her lips to mine, repeating once more the passionate kiss of earlier. I invaded her mouth with my tongue and caressed her tongue with it. My hands moved around to the back of her head as I pulled her closer to me. Once more there was a lingering salty taste of my juices on her beautiful pink lips, but I didn't care, in fact this time I savoured the taste and how it combined with the delightful taste of her mouth. As I pulled her close, I could feel Britney's cock rubbing against mine and, I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, this contact caused an eager twitch of pleasure and anticipation in my own member. When she had taken her pink hot-pants down to show me what was beneath, Britney's cock had been quite soft and flaccid, barely semi-erect, but now this close embrace and the contact with my cock had made hers grow pretty stiff as well.

Breaking from this embrace, I began to kiss and lick down her elegant neck towards those two perfect round breasts, I don't mind telling you by now I was in total heaven and the surprise package between Britney's legs was bothering me less and less. I tasted my cum once more as I proceeded to lick Britney's breasts clean. This was, of course, simply an excuse to run my tongue over every inch of Britney's most prized asset, but as I did so, I was further able to savour and enjoy the taste of my own juices on her soft skin. By now, Britney too was beginning to abandon her reserve and her worries and starting to simply enjoy herself, letting out girlish little groans as my tongue flicked her erect nipple on and off like a light switch. Britney's cock was now standing erect and proud, thrust forward incongruously from her soft feminine body, she was obviously very excited. Britney pushed me back from sucking her nipples and gave me a wicked grin.

"Are you going to keep sucking on my nipples like a little boy?" she said, "Or do you want to fuck me like a real man?"

Well, as you may guess, I needed no more invitation than this to get my dick inside the world's most desirable woman. I kissed her once more on the lips and ran my hands down her back until they were clutching her fine pert arse. I picked her up, still holding her arse, I was never very strong but Britney was pretty light, and carried her over to her sumptuous, king-sized double bed, sweeping her open suitcase out of the way. I threw Britney down onto her bed and she looked up at me with an eager twinkle in her eye. She opened her stockinged legs to show me a little of her arse and smiled up at me.

"Come on then, fuck me Rich, fuck my arse like I've never been fucked before."

I took her long legs in their fishnet stockings and pushed them further apart to allow me better access into her arse. I put her feet up on my shoulders, lifting her arse up to allow me entry, and placed my hands on her wide hips. Slowly, I pushed my now totally firm, hard cock inside her arse-hole. It was pretty tight, a lot tighter than any of the girls' pussies I had fucked in the past and I was a little worried, as I forced my cock up inside her, that Britney was in pain. When she let out a little moan, I stopped thrusting my cock inside her but she looked up at me and said:

"Don't stop now, Rich, I'm really hot and excited and I need to feel all of you inside me, NOW."

At this I held her hips and thrust the whole of the rest of the length of my cock up inside her in one fast, hard thrust that had Britney crying out "Oh yes! That's it!" Taking this as my cue, I withdrew my cock part way from inside her before thrusting it back in even harder than before as she pushed her arse to meet it. "Oh God yes, Rich, don't stop!" Britney moaned. So I didn't, in fact I started to fuck her arse hard and violently in a way that caused Britney to scream out so loud that I was momentarily worried that her cries might bring in her security people. While I was fucking her arse, Britney began to stroke and caress her beautiful round breasts, before she began to stifle her cries into moans by stuffing her breast into her mouth and sucking on it as I had done just a little earlier. Tears were now streaming down her face once more, but this time I was sure that she was crying tears of exquisite pleasure. Her free hand that wasn't massaging her own breast reached down her body to her rock hard cock. As I thrust hard and deep into her tight arse, my body slapped against her throbbing member and, if anything, this was even more of a turn on, she now began to stroke her hard cock in time with the thrusts of mine deep up inside her.

My head was spinning with the joy and excitement of the moment, the fulfilment of all my fantasies of previous years combined with the thrill of new discovered joys. Here I was, fucking the gorgeous Britney Spears in her tight arse and it was everything I'd dreamt fucking her would be like and better. I'd never fucked any girl up the arse before and I knew now that I would struggle to do anything but in the future, the tightness of her little arse-hole constricting on my cock felt amazingly stimulating. Added to all that was the even newer joy of her own hard cock, which had made me, hesitant before but now fascinated and excited me. It won't surprise you to know that with all these pleasures and stimulants going on, it didn't take me long to blow my load, even though I had cum bucketloads all over the pop superstar not much earlier.

"I'm gonna cum," I yelled out to Britney, feeling it boiling up inside me.

"Don't stop now," she moaned, taking her breast from her mouth, "I want to feel you explode inside me, I want you to fill me with your juices."

And that was it, with a grunt I thrust back into her one more time and my cock began to spew out its creamy white juices up inside her. As I continued to cum deep up into Britney's arse, she stroked off her own cock with increasing vigour and enthusiasm and, sure enough, a few seconds later I saw her cock shoot forth a similar load, spraying her juices across my chest and hers. By this time I had withdrawn my cock from her arse, that was now leaking my translucent cum, and continued to wank off over her, as she did over herself.

Not long afterwards, I lay beside Britney on her large bed, both of us now totally naked except for the fishnet stockings that she continued to wear, and both of us soaked and sticky in both our own and each other's cum. Britney ran a finger over my glistening, sticky chest, coming off it with her finger dripping with the mixture of our juices. Slowly and languidly, she inserted the wet finger into her mouth and began to lick it clean like a lollipop, savouring every moment of it. Finally, she finished licking her finger clean and removed it from her mouth. She smiled a pearly white grin at me and said: