Desperate Times (Celebrity Story)

There was a time when Amy Schumer was the up and coming comedy queen of the world. She was breaking glass ceilings across the world as was looking to becoming the premiere star in the world of female comedians, talking about subjects that no one would dare even consider and breaking down the boundaries that divided people by the simplicity of their gender. There was a time when the world was her oyster and she was about to become the best female comedian to ever grace the world. But now is not that time.

            If you visited Venice Beach during the summer of twenty-seventeen, chances are that you were one of the many lucky people to meet the one and only Amy Schumer. Though autographs weren’t her main prerogative and instead, she was making money through less than classy endeavours. A group of teenagers, hot of watching her latest comedy special, revelling in the decided travesty that it was, were one such group of lucky customers.

            “Aren’t you Amy Schumer?” one of them asked, passing the comedian by on the boardwalk, the girl sighing as she turned to face them, the teenagers each trying to keep themselves under control as they ogled the busty girl. True to form, Amy was wearing an incredibly skimpy bikini, her body positivity mantra giving her the confidence to wear a two piece that barely covered anything, her nipples almost slipping free, and the folds of her famous pussy almost curling around the thin strip of fabric that was supposed to cover her modesty, “How much for an autograph?”

            “I’m not doing autographs…” she sighed, glancing around her to make sure that the majority of people didn’t hear her. Whilst she was trying to make money, some semblance of self-respect kept her from proclaiming herself ‘for sale’. Because for that summer, that’s exactly what she was, “Fuck… for ten dollars, I’ll flash you lot. Twenty each for a blowjob and fuck it… forty if you want to fuck me. Fifty for my ass…”

            “The fuck… You serious?” one of the teenagers, a tall black man and the subject of Amy’s offer, though she undoubtedly knew that this was hardly going to be a one on one affair. Nodding, she planted her hands on her hips and looked at them expectantly, the black teenager taking point, “Ten dollars is a good deal…”

            “Quickly then…” she sighed, gesturing for the group of four teenagers to follow her. Parading in front of them, all four of the teenagers kept a close eye on her plump, round arse, the thin string of her tiny thong flossing between her cheeks, hints of her puckered arsehole winking at them from behind the thin string. Ducking into a small alleyway, she looked up and down before extending her hand expectantly. Handing over ten bucks, the teens waited and watched, their eyes widening as she unashamedly pulled her bikini up, her breasts bouncing free and unrestrained in the buxom and weighty glory. Keeping a look out, she jiggled them back and forth for a moment before smiling softly, “Have at them.”

            “Shit… They are massive,” one of the teens commented, his hands instantly lunging at them and softly squeezing them, running his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, hoping for some lustful reaction, other than quiet disdain. Much to her surprise, she felt hands wandering around to her arse and despite her immediate inclination, she allowed them a few gropes. Ten bucks is ten bucks. Pawing at her rear, she started to feel hand peeling her bikini bottoms aside, ogling her tight little asshole, a finger rubbing back and forth across her entrance.

            “Right. That’s time,” she decided, batting their hands away from her bum hole and fixing her bikini and stashing the ten dollars in the string of her bikini bottoms. Hiding her breasts away, she ended up barely hiding any of herself away, but shrugged that away.

            “Hold up. I’m doing for a twenty-dollar blowy. Ain’t no chance I’m waiting till I get home to get off,” the black teen said, pulling out his wallet and handing twenty dollars over, Amy quietly smiling as she tucked it away, only to hear the teen clarify, “But I want to see titties while you’re at it.”

            “I’m in. I’ll cover you. I owe you for pizza,” one of the other teens said, handing forty dollars across to Amy, the girl eagerly stowing the money away by in her bikini bottom string. Pulling her tits out once more, she slid down onto her knees in between he four teens, the last guy buckling simply out of the pressure and chipping his money in. Coming face to face with their crotches, she couldn’t deny that whilst this was hardly the most decent of professions, it was both profitable and… admittedly… quite arousing.

            Her hands found the two boys either side of her, the black teenager being in front of her and already fishing himself out of his shorts, a thick, throbbing shaft bouncing in her face. She wasn’t one for stereotypes, but he fit a rather delicious one. Leaning forwards, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, running her tongue back and forth before easily plunging her lips down his length. She wasn’t as proficient in deepthroating as she would have liked, but she took around half his length into her mouth before she instinctively started gagging, the blonde bimbo reluctantly beginning to bob her head back and forth along his shaft, filling the alleyway with wet and sloppy slurps as well as the soft groans of the boys she was pleasuring.

            Softly fondling the two boys either side of her through their shorts, she nimbly unbuttoned their garments, freeing their cocks, her soft and delicate fingers wrapping themselves around their decent shafts. Gently jerking them back and forth, she heard the last boy freeing his own cock, tending to himself as all the obvious avenues of pleasure were being consumed. She did however feel his fingers once again at work playing with her arsehole, gently massaging her entrance and bringing a muffled moan to her cock filled lips. Maybe she’d be making an extra fifty.

            Pulling her lips away from the cock in her mouth, she breathed in deeply, turning to her left and guiding the second shaft into her mouth. Taking the entirely length into her throat, she buried her nose in the boy’s pubic hair, swirling her tongue around the base of his cock as she adjusted her hands, finding the black cock and jerking him steadily off, her other hand latching onto the boy playing with her rear entrance, speedily handling him. Bobbing up and down the cock a few more times, she plucked her lips away from his shaft, once more shifting to the next cock, eager to get around the entire group, suckling and throating as much as she could, earning her money.

            She quickly built up a rhythm, trusting the eager and horny boys to guide their cocks into her hand as she danced her throat around each of their shafts. Sinking her position lower down, she placed herself beneath their cocks, angling her mouth up the way, allowing her to move from head to head with a pleasurable ease, her chin and cheeks becoming slick with saliva and pre-cum as her sloppy attentions turning her into a sticky mess. Each of the boys moaned as her hands glided up and down their cocks, her mouth making swift progress of them, the slut eager and hungry for cum. Occasionally they would drop their hands to her tits, giving them a fondle or quick slap, relishing the bouncing weight behind the blonde whore’s breasts. And all through her slutty and sultry blowbang, there was one constant. The silent boy’s focus and attention of her ass, occasionally dipping a finger into her rear, producing a horny fucking moan from the cock slut, “Fuck yes… Fuck my mouth…”

            As she took the black boy’s cock into her mouth, she felt him grasp her hair, thrusting into her throat and causing her to gag audibly and uncontrollably. And then, to her surprise, a couple of notes crossed her path, the eager young slut noticing a couple twenties. She then felt the money get pinned in alongside the rest of her takings, before the quiet boy lifted her onto her feet, bending her over all the while keeping her lips wrapped around the black guy’s cock. Her hands continued their diligent slurping as the black boy laughed, “Shit… Splashing out, are we?”

            “Eh, I’m not gonna turn a forty-dollar ass fuck down, am I?” He laughed, spitting in between Amy’s cheeks, gently rubbing the saliva up and down her asshole, the comedian’s ears pricking up as she heard just how much he had paid for her rear entrance.

            “Ass is fifty dol…” she said, pulling her lips away from the black guy’s cock, only to have him force his length back inside, silencing her with a throaty gargle, his shaft slamming in and out of her throat as he fucked her mercilessly.

            “If he wants to pay forty, he’s paying forty. No one asked you bitch. You’re just here to gag on our dicks, so don’t go getting all preachy… A whore’s a whore,” the boy grunted as he slammed his cock against the back of her throat, begging for the girl to allow him access to the depths of her slick and sloppy fuck hole. Unable to contend with the pounding thrusts of the black boy, she latched her hands back around the cocks either side of her and allowed the teenagers full access to her.

            The boy behind her pried apart her cheeks, pressing the tip of his cock against her puckered hole. She wasn’t particularly experienced back there, but quickly after starting her new career, she learnt that that was easily the most profitable of holes she owned and found that she could make a lot more money letting people fuck her ass than she could by standing on stage and talking out of it. The boy’s cock slipped inside, and she groaned loudly, the muffled sound vibrating through the thick black cock that was pounding her throat, trying to submerge itself all the way inside her. That groan however, caused her throat to open up just enough that the boy managed to plunge her throat down his entire length, her eyes bulging, hands flexing as her throat gagged and spluttered around the entire thick length. Drooling around the base of his shaft, she felt the boy behind her hammer home, the entirety of his cock lodging itself inside her asshole, his balls smacking against her slick and glossy pussy, her legs going weak at the suddenly and powerful thrust.

            “Who would have thought Amy Schumer was a street whore, eh?” one of the boys commented as her hands limply continued to jerk the two boys either side of her off. She felt hands rip her bikini away from her body, rendering her entirely naked and bent over in an alleyway being pummelled from both ends by thick and throbbing cocks. Saliva dribbled down her chin as the black boy started to fuck her throat, treating her mouth as if it were her pussy, hammering back and forth, his balls smacking against her chin with slick and wet slaps. The boy behind her was doing the same, pulling her ass sharply back onto his thrusts, plunging deep with each stroke, his balls slapping audibly against her slick quim.

            It didn’t take long for the two boys to cum, the boy in her ass being the first. Not bothering to pull out, he slammed home and unloaded inside her, several long strands of cum painting her insides and causing her to groan loudly. Pulling out, he let go of her rear end, the blonde’s legs giving away. Leaning against the wall, the black boy kept pounding away until he too came, forcing the comedian to swallow every drop before pulling out. Breathless and tired, she looked up just in time to see the other two boys cum, their hands speeding across their cocks as they drained themselves onto her face and tits, streaking her with cum.

            “Worth every penny,” The boys chuckled, stowing themselves away and running down the alleyway, quicker than Amy would have thought. Casting it aside, she reached for her bikini and the wad of cash she had earnt but found the alleyway empty. No clothing and no money…

            “Those little shits…” she cursed.