All-Inclusive (Celebrity Story)

“He’s waking up… Go on! You’re meant to do as I say!” a voice said hurriedly as I stirred from my sleep, wiping my eyes and looking up. There were people in my room moving back and forth and in my initial haze I struggled to realise who they were. One rushed to the door, locking it presumably, whilst the other one was clambering onto the bed, standing, looming above me. Panicking, I thought them to be attackers or some form of thieves, but I quickly realised that to be wrong. Unless, they were of course some form of naked thieves. And If somehow the cast of Game of Thrones had gotten into the habit of breaking into hotel rooms to steal stuff.

            Because believe it or not, Emilia Clarke and Maisie Williams were both naked and in my room, their luscious forms -forms I had fantasised about on many a night- entirely exposed and bouncing around. Maisie was locking the door, her surprisingly plump and rounded arse bouncing back and forth as she gently wiggled it, the smile on her face indicating that she was rather excited. Turning around, she flaunted her chest, lightly tanned and rather round. They weren’t massive, but they were something and looked utterly divine on her softly curved body. Emilia, however, exuded natural sexual acumen. Her hips were curved and rounded into her plump and jiggling arse. She was standing on the bed, looming over me, with a disgruntled look on her face. Her pussy, which lay between those sumptuously creamy thighs, was hairy, but trimmed; to the point that it didn’t hide her hole and was more decorative. And her breasts… oh, they were round and soft and bounced with the subtlest of movements. And wrapped around her dainty little throat was a spiked dog collar, the lead for which was dangling down between those delicious handfuls of flesh.

            “Morning, sir. As part of your all-inclusive package you’ve been selected to test drive our new morning service. Sit Emilia…” Maisie smiled as she bounced over to the bed, ordering her co-star down to sit. Casting her a look of anger, Emilia quickly complied, nestling herself between my legs, her head looming closer to my crotch, “As such, Emilia here is going to take care of any… problems that may have arisen during the night. All part of the package.”

            Sighing, Emilia pulled down the covers revealing my boxers; boxers which she readily pulled down exposing my cock. Maisie offered me a smile of excitement, the wetness growing between her legs being more from the domination that she was happily inflicting, rather than the sight of my cock. Emilia’s hand wrapped swiftly around the base of my cock, slowly and steadily jerking my length back and forth as she kept her eyes on Maisie, rather than looking at me. Slowly, she lowered her mouth, readying to part of her lips to take me into her mouth. I gasped at the provocation, but Maisie stopped Emilia just before her lips closed, rendering her movements as a simple fleeting kiss on the tip of my cock, one that brought a moan to my lips nonetheless.

            “Not so fast. The gentleman has the all-inclusive package… So, your lips need to be lower and your tongue needs to go…” Maisie implied, causing Emilia’s eyes to widen immensely as she looked up at her with fury burning in her mind. What had led the two girls to this situation was a mystery to me, but I could not care less.

            “You can’t be serious?” Emilia finally said, rejecting the prospect. It took only a second for her to regret her decision as Maisie lifted her hand and sharply spanked the older actress, her loud yelp filling the room as she squinted through the stinging pain. Looking up, Emilia corrected herself and smiled, “Yes Mistress…”
            The squeak of delight that came from Maisie made my shaft twitch, as did the sight of the gorgeous Emilia Clarke’s plump and soft lips disappearing past my cock, past my balls and down between my legs. I lifted them slightly and felt the sumptuous sensation of a tongue darting back and forth across my asshole, licking and darting in circles, making sure to coat the entirety in a thin layer of saliva. I moaned, as did Maisie, her fingers running between her own thighs as she gently massaged her lightly hairy pussy as the sight of Emilia Clarke eating ass. Her tongue ran back and forth for a few seconds before she curled the tip and pressed against my entrance slowly pushing forwards.

            It took only a few seconds for her to plunge the tip forwards and deep into my arse, wriggling back and forth in the most delightful and sumptuous of ways. Despite the difficult angle, she still managed to get deep inside, her lips pressing against my hole with ease. Darting back and forth, she twisted and turned in the most pleasurable of ways, the tip occasionally gliding against the pleasure hub that was my prostate. My breath went hollow at that point as bursts of intense pleasure coursed through my body, the sensations being fleeting, sparse, but incredible. My eyes rolled closed and only opened again, when I felt the bed depress a little more.

            Maisie had clambered on top and straddled my stomach, offering me nothing but a fleeting smile. Gently pushing back, she grabbed the tip of my shaft and nestled it against her pussy, rubbing the head along her folds and moaning softly. I got the impression that this wasn’t strictly a part of the service and that Maisie was growing tired of her fingers. With one swift push, she eased herself backwards, sliding every inch up inside herself and pushing back onto Emilia’s tongue, inadvertently – but entirely intentionally – pushing her tongue deeper inside my rear. She held herself in place, pushing down on my cock for a little longer, before slowly and steadily starting to bounce up and down, her breasts bouncing alongside her.

            I couldn’t shut my eyes now. Not with Maisie William’s bouncing up and down on my cock, her face contorted into a pleasure ridden smile. Each deep and powerful bounce sent a loud and audible slap through the room, the pleasure amplified by her lithe frame making her incredibly tight. Despite her promiscuous nature and the many stories in the news about her, her body still retained that virgin quality of being unbelievably tight. Her meek moans were almost enough to make me cum and as she massaged and played with her tits, one hand going so far as to rub her clit furiously, I became utterly enthralled.

            Emilia was hardly enjoying herself. Doing her best to dutifully perform a sumptuous Rimjob, she had Maisie’s purposefully powerful bounces making it increasingly difficult. It was incredibly difficult to make it work, to the extent that I felt her pull her tongue out of me and lift her head upwards. I wasn’t able to see, but I figured it out. Maisie’s eager bounces ground to a halt, her eyes flying open and a long, deep, guttural groan coming from her lips. Emilia’s face didn’t come up and I didn’t see her body move. I could only guess -and guess correctly- that her tongue had left my arse and found it’s way into Maisie’s, wriggling deeper and deeper into the girl and filling both her tight, teenage holes with sumptuous orgasmic pleasure.

            The knowledge of that was all it took for me and I came instantly. I wasn’t able to pull out, but Maisie didn’t seem to mind, eagerly bouncing up and down as I came, her own body shuddering through an orgasm. She moaned and tightened, her breath quickening and her body twitching ever so slightly. It took a minute, but eventually she pulled herself off my cock, cum dribbling down her thigh. Composing herself, she used a tissue to clean herself up, looking at Emilia with a faked look of disapproval, one that thinly veiled the sultry understanding between the two.

            “I hope that was… Well, I don’t care. Emilia, we one the bet, let’s go,” Maisie smiled, gesturing to Emilia as the two left. Clambering of the bed, Emilia made to walk across the room, but Maisie coughed, gesturing towards the ground. Sighing, she slid down onto her knees and crawled across the room, the younger girl stooping to pick up the lead. And the last image of those two I had was of both their arses wiggling out of my hotel room, one of them leading the other with a dog collar. That’s one hell of an all-inclusive package.