A Modern Slag (Celebrity Story)

Hollywood is a cutthroat business. One day, you’re a belle of the ball, and next you’ve be dropped on the street without a job. Despite constant success, Modern Family aired it’s last season only a few months ago, severing contracts with the main cast and forcing them to seek work elsewhere. Some thrived, making the switch from Modern Family to other TV shows and even movies, whereas others weren’t nearly successful. Despite being a household name in many parts of the world, Ariel Winters was one such casualty of the shifting times and was left without a job. Running through her savings exceptionally quickly, she was left in need of some quick cash; as most irresponsible starlets are. Following in the footsteps of so many, Ariel took to the streets, flaunting her natural assets for quick money.

            At least… that was what she told those who asked. Truth be told, her departure from Modern Family wasn’t something that even dented her finance. Her bank account would last her till the day she died, but money couldn’t buy excitement. Not in the way she wanted. Her pretty little face, cute and innocent stood in pure contrast to her rounded hips, fat arse and plump, busty chest. A walking dichotomy; the perfect slut. She realised just how attractive and lucky she was to have her body rather quickly and whilst frivolous sex with strangers and friends brought excitement, nothing could quite match the thrill of meeting in a seedy motel, being bent over by some cheap layabout and rutted against for fifty dollars. Nothing could compare to eroticism of such a situation as she let her depraved and horny side out, allowing herself to be corrupted by cock after cock; crackhead after crackhead. Dignity? Who needs that, she told herself.

            And so, her pussy burning, dripping with arousal, she waited in the corridor of a cheap hotel, wearing her slutty finest. She was exceptionally fond her pink outfit as it made everything particularly clear. Her breasts were accentuated by it, framed and plumped up even further by the strings, whilst being entirely on display. She tactfully folded an arm across her tits to hide her nipples, but that was all there was to hide her supple, delicious chest from onlookers. Not to mention the minimal coverage for her ass, the curve of her cheeks proudly on show, the young actress lacking any panties; as was usual. All rounded together with a pair of slutty high-heels, her common street-whore style being complete. Others would say she was a disgrace, but she couldn’t be prouder. After all, she was chasing what she wanted. Filthy fucking cock.

            Waiting patiently for her client, she was as people walked by her, ogling her sexy outfit. She debated whether or not to offer them a quickie or prepare a future meeting but decided against it. Instead, she just let them fantasise, people turning their heads in disbelief as they noticed who she was. Finally, she spotted her client, a sleazy old man, her favourite kind. The kind that would pay top dollar for a slut like her. Not that she asked much. Just the thrill of a hot night. Smiling, she winked as he neared her, lowering her arm to the top of her areolas were just in view, “Hiya…”
            “Oh my… exactly what I imagined… Crikey, erm well… shall we?” he breathed, looking her up and down, his cock twitching between his legs as she squished her breasts, the soft flesh spilling everywhere, yet the girl still managing to hide her nipples.

            “Really? Right here? I’m always up for a little public fun. Love catching the eyes of the voyeurs,” Ariel purred, sliding a hand up to the man’s shoulder, replacing the arm over her breasts with his chest, her hardened nipples prodding against the thin shirt he was wearing.

            “Oh! Wow… I never expected you to be so… Oh, well… As good as that sounds, I’ve already paid for the room. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste,” he stammered breathlessly, feeling her tits squash against his body, the softness of her chest being unbearably… sumptuous.

            “A pragmatist… Very well,” Ariel smirked, sliding her hand over to her breasts, hiding her nipples once more and gesturing for the man to lead the way. Nodding a little nervously, he staggered down the hallway, bowing his head away from anyone who would pass, almost as if he was a little ashamed to be stooping to this level. Ariel couldn’t quite understand his nerves or his shame. He was getting the deal of a lifetime to fuck her. He should feel lucky if anything. Then again, she didn’t quite know the whole story.

            “After you…” he said as he opened the door to the dingy room, holding it open for Ariel to walk through. Smirking, she made sure to make a show of it, flaunting her ass as she bounced into the tiny hotel room. It was quaint and a little dismal, the perfect place for a seedy fuck with a seedy old pervert. Biting her lip, she turned around to watch the man close the door.

            “Well… I’m all yours…” Ariel smiled, biting her lip and letting her hands fall to her side, her tits bouncing free, her pink little nipples standing proudly in place, begging to be lavished in every possible way; bitten, suckled and licked as hard and as long as possible.

            “Don’t you want your money first?” the man asked as he walked towards her, his eyes latched onto her tits, infatuated with their round plumpness and the way they seemed to defy gravity, holding perfectly on her chest without sagging or drooping.

            “I’ll get it after. A reward for a job well done…” she purred salaciously. Those were the only words he needed, the old man acquiring his confidence and lunging at her, grabbing her tits in his hands, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh, her nipples being firmly massaged by his calloused hands. Moaning in an overexaggerated manner, Ariel threw her hair back, allowing the man to lower his lips to her nipples, his tongue dragging itself clumsily across her teats, lapping and lunging at every creamy morsel he could find, coating her breasts in a thin layer of saliva, all the while squeezing and massaging them hungrily.

            His lips tightened around one of them, his teeth sharply biting into the sensitive nubs of flesh and causing Ariel to gasp, before devolving into a sumptuous lustful moan. Nibbling the flesh in front of him, he resorted to more animalistic tendencies, biting at whatever skin he could, hollowing his lips and suckling on the flesh until it popped audibly out of his mouth, red teeth marks and tender flesh being left behind as he lunged to another spot, attacking Ariel mercilessly, all while she moaned like a greedy street-slut, begging for more, pushing her chest forward as her arousal began to dribble down her thighs, leaving her legs slick and glossy mess of horniness.

            Pushing her back onto the bed, the man slid to his knees between her legs, spreading her round and slick thighs backwards. Her suppleness allowed him to spread her wider and wider, her juicy pussy, begging to be lick and devoured. Doing just that, he lunged between the young girl’s folds, his tongue carving along her entrance, flicking her pussy lips to each side as he hungrily explored the many nooks and crannies her tight quim could provide, chasing the chorus of erotic satisfied moans of pleasure that came from Ariel’s pussy. It was rare she got more than stiff rutting against at these encounters, so having some head was a welcome surprise. Not to mention the dexterity and eagerness with which the man moved his tongue was simply divine. It would be nestled up against one sensitive spot for a moment, only to slip across her pussy and be in another the next, constantly moving and constantly satisfying her. Her slick, delicious juices coated his lisp and tongue, the man moaning into her cunt until Ariel took control, her own hunger taking control.

            “Right then… Let me earn my money…” Ariel purred, pushing him back from her and sliding down onto her knees, kneeling between him and the bed. Standing up, he stood there, allowing her to undo his belt, freeing his rather sizable cock. It wasn’t massive. Hell, it wasn’t even the biggest she had seen that day, but it was plenty to give her a good fucking. And that was the only thing she cared about. With his cock in her hands, she bit her lip, steadily jerking him off for a few moments as she let her hot breath coax his cock into twitching erratically. Finally, she allowed herself the pleasure and satisfaction of swallowing half his length, her lips tightening, her tongue lunging into action, and her throat beginning to give away to the rest of it, the young girl slurping down his cock and taking the entire thing into her throat. His balls rested against her chin, heavy with cum, whilst her lips tightened around his base, her nose poking into his wiry, silvery hairs.

            “My god… It’s just like I imagined… Oh, how I’ve imagined it… I’m a big fan you see… Biggest fan there is. Almost had a heart attack when I realised I could pay to have you for a night… Though I can’t bear the thought for it only being one night. Think my life would be over if that was the case,” the man moaned, leaning against the wall, prattling on to thin air. Ariel began to bounce her head up and down, bobbing along his cock, lavishing his length with a slick and sloppy blowjob, reducing his length to a shimmering, slickened length. She ignored his words as most of her clients loved to talk. Most of it was usually nonsensical so she ignored them, focussed on what gave her the most pleasure: a hard cock jamming down her worthless, slutty throat, “I’ve been a fan since the first episode of Modern Family. Watched them all, countless times… My favourite show. You and Sarah Hyland… Oh, the fantasies, I’ve had. Won’t be fantasies for long… Heh, heh…”

            Those last words, he muttered beneath his breath, not that it mattered. Ariel was focussed on the cock in her mouth, tasting the pre-cum flowing down her throat, splashing against her tongue. She wanted that load, in her, on her, it didn’t matter. Plucking her lips from his cock, she used both her hands to jerk him off, breathing heavily, saliva and pre-cum streaking down her chin as she did so. Smearing her spittle along his cock, she looked up at him, oblivious and horny, “How do you want me?”

            “All fours… Want to see those cheeks…” he grinned as she let go of his cock, rising to her feet. Pulling her dress up and over her head, she stood in only high-heels. She adored that dress. It was the easiest to take off and rendered her naked in one swift swoop. Clambering onto the bed, she presented her round, fat ass to the man. Quickly stripping down, he joined her, his hands melting into the softness that was her ass. Spreading her cheeks apart, he grinned. Rubbing his fingers up against her asshole, he gently probed the entrance, Ariel moaning at the simple touch.

            “Ah, plenty of time for that later…” the old man muttered. Ariel caught what he said, immediately being confused by it. As she parted her lips to ask, she felt the head of his cock against her pussy, pushing through her folds. Ignoring his words, she pushed back onto his cock, sinking it deep inside herself and filling the room with the moans of both her and the old man. Easing the rest of himself inside of her, his balls gently smacked against her pussy, bouncing back and forth as the subtlest impact made her ass jiggle delightfully.

            Without missing a beat, he began to pull his hips backwards, drawing his cock to the fringes of her pussy before slamming back in, pounding her hard and deep. He paused after each thrust, watching her round ass bounce and shake back into place, before fucking her again and again, watching the flesh ripple in the most delightful way. The sound of wet flesh slapping against itself filled the room, the man’s grunts and Ariel’s moans adding to the symphony. Building up a rhythm, he began to abandon his infatuation with her jiggling rear, instead wanting to fuck her faster and faster, chasing his orgasm and the delightful whimpers of sublime pleasure flooding Ariel’s body, all the while descending into his own fantasy, “Oh Alex… Oh fuck… Alex, yes… Yes… Alex…”

            This was what Ariel lived for. Dirty, fucking sex. Raw and powerful. She didn’t crave the biggest dicks or the guys with chiselled bodies; she wanted the perverse and gritty. Selling herself on a street-corner or spending the night at a truck-stop gloryhole. It wasn’t glamourous, but it was fun. It was purely pleasurable fun. She wasn’t getting nearly as much pleasure from the cock inside of her as she was getting from the satisfaction of being used as a cheap whore. Moaning, she pushed herself back onto each thrust, feeling his cock twitching and spasming inside of her. he was abut to cum and deep inside her. She was on birth-control, but she wouldn’t have cared regardless. Nothing like the thrill of a hot load spilling inside of her, splashing against her depths and filling her to the brim. The thought hit her before his actual load did, but both were equally satisfying. Her own orgasm didn’t come to her just yet, but she was sure she could coax it out with a quick finger. Milking himself dry, the man finally pulled out, allowing his cum to dribble down her thigh, Alex flopping onto her belly as he staggered backwards, “Satisfied, big boy… You’re paying for an hour? Could get another blowy in if you really want…”

            “Not quite satisfied… Though I doubt a quick blowy would satisfy me anyways… I’ve a…. I’ve a better idea,” he smiled as she glanced over her shoulder. Before she knew it, something was clasped over her mouth and her vision went blank. Hours or days could have passed until Ariel finally awoke, her head foggy and her thoughts mixed. Her vision remained dark and clouded, but she realised she was still naked, and she was affixed to a wall. A metal shackle was around her neck, keeping her head against the wall, her hands chained up to either side of her. Panicking, she glanced to her left, her eyes widening. She tried to scream, but she was gagged. Just as her fellow captive was. Naked, and in the same apparatus as her, was Sarah Hyland, the girl still unconscious. Looking around, Ariel spied the old man, leant against the wall, a smile on his face, “Good morning, Alex…”

            Ariel couldn’t deny she had fucked up and yet… and yet… her pussy quivered at those words, throbbed with pleasure as the cold metal dug into her skin, and simply burst with lustful desire at seeing her naked friend beside her. Kidnapped and chained… but she was still fucking horny…

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