Celebrities Porn Stories Page 13
"Do you want the slut to clean you, baby?" Britney asks lifting her lips from his cock.
Jason nods his head. Deb eagerly attacks his cock licking it clean. She pushes his shaft down and licks cum from his matted pubes. Then she moves to his balls and sucks them into her mouth. Jason pulls his legs into the air. Deb buries her mouth between his ass cheeks and flicks her tongue across his cum-coated sphincter. His cock twitches.
"Oh fuck baby... she's licking my asshole."
"I told you she was a dirty whore," Britney replies. "What do you want to do next?"
"I'd like to fuck her tits," ... Continue»
The Day the Penis asked for a Raise
I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration re... Continue»
A few weeks ago an actress was in the news for something beside her latest movie. A day or two later when I went to bed, I had a dream about meeting her at a hotel. Part of this story is based on the dream, the rest is my made up fantasy.
I was out of town on business, my presentation to be made first thing Monday morning. I pulled into the hotel late Saturday night checked in and dropped my bags in my room on the 7th floor. Although I had eaten on the plane I wondered if the restaurant downstairs might be open, so I went back down to the lobby to ask the front desk about somewhere to eat a... Continue»
Things had been going well in the week since I first met – and fucked – Nikki. She wanted to do a photo shoot in some ‘normal’ outfits, which we did down by an old river fort near to where I lived, and we had been talking about what she could do with her career. By the time I met her, I had photographed something like 500 girls who wanted to be, or thought they could be, models. The truth was that less than 5% (if that!) had any chance – for all kinds of reasons. Nikki was one of the small minority who could, if they wanted it badly enough. She was great in front of a camera – although her dem... Continue»
16th January, 2007
I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly.
Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting immediately as my younger s****r’s, Ellie, my eyes scanned the letter briefly. Reading what she’d sa... Continue»
It's just a scenario I'd like to share, on the off chance that Chloe reads this and gets soaking wet, ends up fucking herself to orgasm with her favourite toy and decides to put words in to action :D
It's another quiet night in at the hotel, working away from home isn't always as much fun as I would like but that's life I guess. I logged on to the best porn site around (three cheers for Xham) and came across a profile with what can only be described as a slutty angel in the picture. My jaw dropped and my cock stood to attention as I read her profile, not only was she gorgeous but she was a ... Continue»
Let The Fires B
With Natalie Dormer
Written by: DarkTemplar
Codes: MF, Oral
disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional and would obviously never happen in real life. This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. This is fiction, it did NOT
It all started when I was driving back to London on the motorway and saw a car pulled over on the hard shoulder with a woman standing by it, not liking to see a lady in trouble I pulled up behind her to see if there was anything I could do.
As I got out my car and started to walk over she turned around and I just smiled seeing delta white I asked what was up, "the engine just gave up" she said telling me she had rang for the services to come out to look.
"Mind if I take a look" I said she just smiled "be my guest" so I went over to her car and took a look under the hood seeing some of th... Continue»
My name doesn't matter. All you need to know is that I'm a professional guitarist. Last summer when I was on a flight back to New York after my first major tour as a guitarist for a quite well known act I received a phone call from a friend, asking me to step in for him in a session. Since I was basically without a job as of that day I said I'd do it. So instead of going home and catching more than 2 or 3 hours of sl**p in a row like I had been doing for the last couple of weeks I went right to the studio where the guys had already started recording. Around 2pm we took a break and while the ot... Continue»
The Gas station Jim worked at was in a middle of bum fuck nowhere. It was
miles and miles from anywhere and he had the late shift. He hated the late
shift...caused he hate being alone this far from anywhere else. This is a
place a lot of urban legends started, or serial killer had their murder spree.
If something had to him ... no one would know till it was far too late. He
didn't get tons of business at this time; just enough to make a profit for his
boss and to keep it open at this time of night. Of course that not to say he
didn't pocket some of the profits. To be expected him though... Continue»
September, 1st, 2013
Somewhere in Dublin, Ireland
Four years. It has been almost four years since my encounter with Mythbuster: Kari Byron. An experience I earned with my seemingly gobsmackingly shite flirtation skills that only ended on a “satisfying” note because of sheer timing and luck.
In my time since then I had bedded VERY FEW women. No prostitutes, no sloppy seconds, just honest to god hard work. Honestly, why does it matter? As long as I’m getting by at all- that’s all that matters.
I’m at a point in my life now where things
I had this sex fantasy after hearing Sharon Stone
say something sexist about men.. I can't remember
exactly what she said, and I don't remember where
I heard it online... but it was something like, the
more rich I get the better chance women have
at enslaving men... Anyways the story goes
I met Sharon Stone, after a Red Carpet
Awards Show, and we talked, and it
became very clear, that she was extremely
sexist towards men, and the whole point of
my little adventure, was to pay her back for
being so sexist to men, so I acted as if I were
interested in her sex... Continue»
Like most guys, I have always preferred the idea of having a long time, one partner relationship. However, some guys enjoy a life of fun, fucking and fornication over this. So do I.
I am lucky that I have a job that is well paid and allows me to see plenty of girls socially, e****ts and prostitutes on a very regular basis. I have been lucky enough to have done some nice things, some dirty things and some really sordid things as well. But there are some things I haven’t been able to do, and this is a fantasy I have.
My fantasy involves fucking a celebrity. Not just any TV or ... Continue»
Exposing a very young "Sharon with Tits out"
I was very young, fresh out of high school, barely 18 when my Dad sat me down
for a talk.
"Well, Son, it's time you got a job, get married, and settle down!"
"YIKES!" I thought, I had just taken off my cap and gown less that a day before,
it was summertime, and I had planned on doing a bit of playing.
My Dad was from the old school, once the Son was grown, it was pretty much out
the door! "You can stay here for a few months, but here is your share of the
rent & food!" He told me, handing me a list with a lot mor... Continue»
I was in casablanca participating in some theatre workshops there. I met a girl named kamilia who was originally from rabat but I guess had come from tangier. I was immediately attracted to her as she had a gorgeous face, long and silky brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a knockout body. We did some scenes together through the workshop and hit it off right away.
One day after the class was over, I was in the dressing room getting changed and she walked in to grab some costumes since she was running crew that week. Her eyes widened when she saw me there in my boxers and ... Continue»
The man decided to finally make a picture of his first conquest on his iPad.
A little memento to remember her by.
Little did they know, this was actually the very first conquest he made a picture of.
It would grow out to become a big collection.
The girl opened her eyes and gasped, but there was no sound because her mouth had some tape over it.
And her legs and feet were tied!
She looked at her surroundings.
Laura discovered she was on the floor in a bathroom with a naked man who had just taken a picture.
She watched as he put the iPad away and came closer.
"Well, de... Continue»
The cheerleaders loved being girls, and they cared for one another. The fact of being horny was a sweet and tender bond they shared, and the younger girls got beatiful, guilt-free mentoring in areas where they needed it the most. Trish had expressed sadness over never having had an orgasm, and Kelly, the virgin captain who masturbated a lot, had spoken to her encouragingly and had given her some excellent advice. After practice, Trish went home feeling loved and didn'n't hesitate in her desire to masturbate to orgasm.
Her mentor, Kelly, had indicated that pulling the hood back wa... Continue»
“Oh! What are you doing?! You didn’t even ask me!”
“No, I’m just taking what I want. I’m taking what you owe me.”
“Why do I owe you this?”
“Because I want it. Because I want to take you. That’s all you need to know. I’ve got you now, so don’t try to stop me.”
“I know. You’re already in so deep. What can I do? I’m defenseless and you can **** me until you’re finished with me.”
“Now you’re talking sense. Don’t even think about trying to stop me when I... Continue»
I very rarely go to parties.
Most of the time I think of going to parties as some sort of a chore that I have to do for the person that I like that’s throwing the party, or the person that wants me to come with them. It’s just so hard for me to find interesting people to talk to, and I’m terrible about forcing a fake conversation. I just can’t do it anymore.
The only time parties are really fun for me besides the rare time when I get to talk to someone interesting, is when something fucked up happens.
So when I got a call from one of the guys I do jiu jitsu with, asking me if I wanted... Continue»