DWB The Sequel

I looked upon her stunning visage for a moment, not just to admire her mind, but also to try to predict any wardrobe issues that her dress might present.

The look upon Kate's face I should add was something other than the others. Hers was quite simply barely contained amusement. As in she had her lips pressed shut trying to suppress her apparently overwhelming mirth at the whole weird situation.

What I soon came to realise was that she may well have been pre-emptively laughing at the fact that outfit dress presented more or less the exact same issue as Alicia's had. And that's because I eventually made out that it wasn't a dress at all. It was a fucking jumpsuit. With a plunging neckline that meant that as soon as the shoulders were free the whole damn thing would simply fall to the ground.

'Well fuck.' I said out loud as I realised the dilemma.

Kate let out a poorly suppressed little giggle.

'I don't think she cares do you?' Brie chimed in, understanding my quandary.

'Not that easy for me to tell.' I replied cautiously, but had to press on.

'Kate I think you're about to lose it all sorry.' I said to her as I approached her and lifted my hands up. I slowly did the same to her as all the others, pulling her straps from her shoulders and, as predicted, the whole lot billowed to the ground below.

Her breast were delightful, fulsome on her petite body. Any more would have been too much, but they were just right!

Now, the other thing about Kate was that her stance was, I dunno, aggressive? As in, her legs were planted quite far apart, such that the, goods on display as it were, was decidedly more open, than the others.

And guess what. Again. No undies and not a damned pubic hair anywhere in sight!

'Does anyone wear undergarments? Or not shave or wax completely?' I finally asked the assembled, to no other response than a look 'Like I'm going to tell you fucktard.' from Brie. Instead she said;

'Go on, just do your little mouth rape thing and let's get this over with.'

Yikes. Not very nice. But not very inaccurate either.

Again, I had little choice and moved my face closer and closer to Kate, who's mouth I noticed, was now slightly open, she was playing a bit fast and loose with the whole frozen thing -- I think challenging me to go a little further, a little deeper.

Well my lips met hers and I began with a fulsome if slightly chaste kiss. What I didn't expect was for her tongue to suddenly invade my mouth. I pulled back in shock and looked at her and saw that she'd left her tongue right where it was, poking out, daring me to return and challenge it with my own. So I did. Sucking and thrusting my tongue back into her pliant mouth, the full pash.

She then, seemed to anyway, lose her balance and fall toward me, such that I had to grab hold of her to prevent her from falling over. I caught her and tried to right her back up, but it seemed that no matter what I did she wouldn't resume the ability to stand upright. The direction of her fall was towards Daisy, who was sitting on the armrest.

Well, I struggled as best as I could, but finally I think got the message and instead let her drape her nude form over Daisy's lap, her cute little bottom pointing towards the sky. Her head came to rest on none other than Brie's right leg, who seemed to know what to do even less than I did.

Well I guess Kate got what she wanted because in that position I couldn't rightly remove her without having to get a fair bit more handsy than I was quite willing to do.

In actual fact it was quite well planned by Kate, because it, I had to admit, looked good. You know...for the photo.

Well, I had one last thing to do, and that was to finish the denuding job! So I returned to Natalie and gently prized her dress from her hips and then sat her down on the other armchair, giving symmetry to the shot composition.

And, I'm sure you're all wondering. Was Natalie like all of the others? Ah yep. Now I know I've used a fair amount of what could be considered hyperbole to describe the assets thus far exhibited. And so it might ring hollow if I do the same now. But I am afraid you will just have to believe me when I say that the sensation of gazing upon Natalie Portman's most intimate of areas, so long imagined and barely dared to dream of ever seeing, was, some kind of transcendent, quasi-religious experience the likes of which I had never before comprehended, let alone fathomed could be remotely possible in this godless and cruel world. In short, Freud and his fucking mum had nothing on me and Natalie Portman's pussy!

I looked up at Natalie's face, who had apparently abandoned proper frozen etiquette and was staring straight back at me, with a look that, I believe anyway, said precisely;

'I know dear. Empires would fall with just one flash of my cunt!'

Hey. Her words not mine.

Well. Time may have stopped for me, and indeed supposedly it had for all the others too, but then suddenly out of the corner of my eye I noticed Alicia, who was standing next to us, teetering and beginning to topple as well, over Natalie, such that I stepped back just as she came falling down to land in the exact same, prone position as Kate, her head coming to rest on Brie's other leg.

Most impressively, both girls were managing to maintain a straight spine, basically planking, such that their breasts were not pressed against the couch cushions, but rather hanging free and plainly visible.

Well what was done was done, so I supposed it was finally time to take the goddamned picture. I returned to the original spot and surveyed the scene. It was beyond beautiful, nude goddesses draped all about the place, honestly I couldn't have (and didn't) planned it any better myself.

Except...Daisy and Natalie looked somewhat uncomfortable, their arms being squashed under their respective co-stars. And so I went to each of them and pried their arms free, and, put one across the top of the couch, accentuating their breasts, and then, lacking literally anywhere else to put them, rested the others gently atop Kate and Alicia's bare bottoms.

I returned again and quickly cast the image up on the telly for all to admire. It was fucking amazing.

Click.

Click. Click. Click.

I think even Brie knew that it was going to be a good one, because her dour expression began to change as I clicked away, slowly morphing into a knowing smirk. I suppose that despite being the odd one out in that she remained fully clothed, she realised that she would at least have to look like she wanted to be there or risk ruining the shot altogether. And she was, if nothing else, at least unwilling to do that!

In actual fact her being the only one still dressed made her perhaps the most fascinating of them all, and for that fact, perversely, perhaps the one most likely to be recognised through their mask! How little did she know...

'That's the cover for sure.' I said to the assembled.

'Talk about breaking the internet.' I couldn't help but joke, eliciting a few errant smiles from the supposedly frozen forms in front of me.

Time to take stock.

'Alright ladies, thank you for your cooperation thus far. Truly breathtaking.' I said, but knew I had to move on quickly, if only for Kate and Alicia who were still gamely planking away.

'I know I would be remiss if I didn't live up to the weird part of the DWB mantra.' I began, the next phase.

'And so, I guess, let's get weird.'

I turned to Brie who looked back at me like I'd lost my fucking mind. I handed her the camera.

'Brie, I hate to ask, but can you man the camera?'

She looked slightly relieved, and surprisingly relented, presumably thinking it the safest place to be.

'Thanks.' I said as earnestly as I could, still trying to win her over, or just not lose outright.

Now don't ask me how or why I came up with what I am about to describe to you. Because I don't and will likely never know:

I took a bar stool which was a swivelling kind and placed it in the centre of the room. I then brought each one in turn into a standing circle around it and sat myself down within. I then reached out and took each girls hands and brought them forward and up, such that each was bent over and their hands were meeting in the middle above my head.

Basically I'd formed a tent with famous nude actresses...with me in the middle, surrounded by the naked forms, their breasts hanging just inches from my head.

'I'm gonna call this the Carousel-Motorboat.' I said to those above me.

'What the fuck.' Brie commented as she filmed the bizarre sight. She was quite right of course. This was weird, even for me. But my brain was hardly at full operating capacity.

Lacking any better ideas, I was forced to forge on, and so, with a dumb shrug, I began to spin the chair around with me on it, my face tilted upwards such that with each turn my face grazed past each set of the lovely lady's breasts, being kind of slapped by each in turn.

And why was I doing this weird fucking thing? Well I guess I thought it was what I could reasonably hope to get away with. There were of course far more perverted things that had crossed my mind, but I knew better than to try any of those on, if only because it occurred to me that this might, if I was really lucky, not be the only thing to take place this evening. And so as much as I wanted to go round and bury my face in each and every one of their magnificent arses, I chose this instead.

And if I may say so, don't knock it until you've tried it! Knocked by knockers!

Now all tactical restraint aside, and having proven that the idea worked, I picked up the pace, just a little, as they came round and around, now being more or less gently beaten with each breast as it hit my oncoming face. And, eventually, I must admit that I could not help but stick out my tongue, just a little, and with each one attempted to find a nipple with my tongue as I passed by.

The girls, I should add were looking down at me with the most shocked looks one could possibly imagine, and yet they all held their positions gamely.

Eventually I slowed down somewhat and, daringly took just a little more time to suckle each nipple, to which a few nascent groans were elicited.

A few were making a pretty poor show of suppressing fits (tits?!) of giggles. Not only that though, because despite the gaggle doing their level best to stay still during all of this it must be said, I couldn't help but also notice that they were all struggling to do so; I could detect an ever so slight movement in their hips as they nearly imperceptibly thrust back and forth, as if the tent was billowing in the wind...

And more than that, there was a certain scent that had begun to pervade my nostrils. You know the one. From just one or all? I couldn't tell, but it sure felt good to have done that to any of them it must be said!

Finally my spinning came to a stop, and I called out from within my naked celebrity big top tent to Brie;

'Did you get that?' I asked, reaching out for the camera.

'Um whatever that was. Yeah, I got it. That was weird all right. Although I must admit I thought you were going to do something...more, I dunno...perverted.'

'Like what?' I asked.

'Like...sniffing all their assholes or something.'

Oh how little did she know. Good guess though!

'Right.' I replied, slightly offended at the perverted implication. Not that I should have been I suppose. Still I had no other option other than to shrug.

'Motorbutt....' I tendered sillily, hoping that humour would somehow lessen the weirdness of it all.

'That would no doubt have been delightful. Next time!' I added.

I gently pushed my way out of my enclosure, and also gently, returned them all to more comfortable positions, as in seated.

'Thank you all for that. That was...wonderful.' I said in pure gratitude. 'I hope it wasn't too weird for any of you.'

'So ladies, we're almost done. Just one more thing to do now. The Dirty. Easier said than done. To be honest I'm a little overwhelmed. But a promise is a promise.'

'When I think back on M's journey, I can't help but think that when it came to dealing with her issues with her celebrity, that the turning point came when we addressed them head on. And that meant the role for which she is most well known.'

'And so I feel now that I have to say and do some things that I fancy none of you will like. But as I understand it my role here tonight is to one, live up to our Dirtier, Weirder, Better mantra, and two, represent all those fanboys out there that you can't help but so rightly despise.'

'Well, to that end; while we are absolutely in awe of all of your beauty, talent and abilities, we also think dark, fucked up thoughts about you all as well. I hope you will forgive me, but here is a sample. May God forgive me, because you probably won't.'

I weighed the camera in my hand. Here goes nothing.

'This camera. Or any camera. It's the source of all of your success isn't it?' I asked the passive group.

'We have addressed, or challenged, or dismantled some of the intimacy question, in my kissing your impassive mouths. And getting a little handsy sorry.'

'But now, I think, we should address all of your preciously held privacy.'

'It's one thing to have been in a rather arty and classy nude photo shoot. All flatteringly lit and beautiful with safety in numbers.'

'But imagine now that I took some one-on-one shots. More lewd ones. And they got out. Not that they will.'

For the purposes of demonstration, I went to M first.

I stood in front of her and took a happy snap. Fully body. Face and all. And I chromecasted it, such that all could see it.

Next I casually moved towards M and kicked out her legs a little, such that much less was left to the imagination.

Click. Cast.

'So.' I said languorously, as if I was some professor in full control of the subject matter at hand.

'Imagine if this got out. Not that it will. What would happen?'

'Possibly not much. It would be embarrassing beyond belief for M of course, and a lot of people would get to jerk off to it. And there'd be some recriminations probably. Speeches perhaps. Litigation. Frenzied media reporting for sure. But M's career would survive, as has all those who were hacked already, I think none of whom are here tonight.'

'But what about the other stuff? The things M herself showed you earlier? Now that would have an impact. She would have to defend herself, and decry the invasion of her privacy. And some would come to her defence, saying that she is goddamned adult and can do as she pleases and it's none of anyone else's business. They would be right. But it wouldn't matter. Roles would dry up, certainly the clean, wholesome ones anyway. And all the endorsements and so on. And M would be forced to either go into early retirement, or somehow try to lean into it. To own it somehow. Would it work? Who knows? Probably not if we're all honest with ourselves.'

I went over to Kate who I strongly suspected was the least likely to protest, and gently pushed her to the floor. Her nude body and face on full display.

'Kate. This is a little like that scene you did in House of Cards isn't it K? This time for real.'

Click. Cast.

I made her kneel on the floor such that her legs were spread and her shaved bald slit was on full display.

Click. Cast.

I then opened her mouth and pulled out her tongue, in a lewd, submissive display.

Click. Cast.

If they had been in any doubt as to where this was all heading they were no longer able to harbour any illusions.

'Now, I imagine that every one of you are internally screaming at yourselves for allowing this to happen, to go this far...and are desperately telling yourselves that the video you've seen already means that I can be somewhat trusted not to release any of this. You can. But still...just think what might happen if any of these were of you and that even more damaging photos to come were to get out into the public domain.'

I then went to Daisy and did much the same thing, getting a few good full frontals, and the requisite 'cum-tongue' pose. She held herself with admirable poise and grace.

'How does it feel ladies, being completely naked and having your photos taken in such compromising positions? Imagine if they got out? Not that they will. I could hit send on all of these and they would be all over the world in seconds. Everyone you know would see them and know finally that you are the sluts that they always imagined you were. There would be more cum spilt than had ever been spilt before.'

'Alicia. You've already done nudity. But nothing as explicit as this.'

I bent her over so her pussy and arsehole were in plain as day sight.

Click. Cast.

'Would this be too much for the European market?' I asked cheekily, to no one in particular, returning her to the tongue out pose I so enjoyed.

Click. Cast.

Lucky (?) last was Natalie. As noted at length already, I was most excited about her. I had a crush on her since forever I will admit.

I moved over to her and regarded her in her entirety. She looked stoic in the face of my little monologue, as if she was stronger than the rest. And I guess she had to be, having been subject to the spotlight for longer than any of them.

But there was also a faint hint of mischief, as if she was somehow intrigued by the weird, mean-spirited perversity of this all. The smart ones are always the most curious.

My overwhelming respect for her dictated that I couldn't just shuck her legs open and start snapping away. So instead I walked around her and took a few, shall we say, coverage shots. I made sure to turn her head such that her face was always in frame.

Inevitably though my respect soon gave in to my perversion and I found myself taking her hands and bringing them to her arse-cheeks and then making her hold herself open. Again face in frame.

'This honestly looks like one of those fakes you see on the internet. But it's not. Its fucking real!'

Cast. Click.

Fuck I almost came right then and there when I saw it one the big screen. It looked...just...yummy. God I wanted to plunge my tongue into her core.

I was sufficiently distracted however when I heard Brie, who had been saying and doing nothing this whole time, suddenly swore.

'Fuck.' She sounded out. 'This is so twisted.'

I looked over to her and tried to gauge her reaction. More titillated than disgusted perhaps?!

'It sure is.' I agreed quickly, careful not to challenge her. 'But I made a promise.'

She looked at me as if the world had gone mad, as in why would anyone hold up such a fucked up promise. Yet again, she was not wrong.

I decided I better give her something to do so I handed her the camera.

She just shook her head in disbelief, took it up and let me get on with it.

'Where was I?' I asked, turning my attention back to the rear end of Natalie fucking Portman. As in bending over and peering at it from inches away. I could smell her for fuck's sake!

It took all of my internal strength not to just dive face first into that sight. To lap from her glistening pink pussy straight up and over her taint and to dig into her tiny little crinkled arsehole. Fuck me dead I wanted to do that. Patience Will!

I stood up and addressed them all.

'Imagine if they got out. Not that they will. But if they did...'

'If they did...' I let the words hang out, considering what I was...considering saying next. Time to go dark.

'Then everyone would now know that you are all in fact slaves to your...sopping wet...cunts.'

A few sharp intakes of breath at that. Bristled a little at that these proud women did. Fair enough.

'And they would take happy advantage of your falls from grace without compunction of any kind. Your careers as actresses would be over overnight, and you would, let's imagine, spend the rest of your days getting fucked by anyone and everyone, because none of you could deny that you actually get off on getting fucked by strangers, and by being used in every way imaginable.'