Exclusive Pleasures (Celebrity Story)

The Hollywood contract is a fickle thing. One day it may grant riches and fame, the other it may condemn you to an appalling excuse of a blockbuster film. And whilst all are almost copy and pasted, with the numbers shifted to reflect the talent in question, some exploit the continuous normalcy the contracts have come to embody. As a celebrity, you can’t offer more than a passing glimpse at a contract and must trust in the good of humanity to keep the contract clean and pure. But as we all know; the Hollywood scene is far from clean and pure. And more and more, executives exploit the menial nature of signing contracts to trick big names into compromising positions. After all, no one can file a suit if a piece of paper says you consent. A lesson Salma Hayek learnt in an all too bitter and brutal way.

            Slipped into her contract for ‘The Hitman’s Bodyguard’, there was nefarious fine-print: Salma Hayek offers to attend Executive Board Meetings regarding the franchise in the capacity of subject: 0413. A seemingly innocuous line that suggest Salma would be invited to board meetings as part of a push for diversity, only for her to read the even finer print, and discover that the subject: 0413 clause dictates complete and utter subservience, including regimented descriptions of the perverse sexual acts that Hayek seemingly agreed to. Upon discover however, Salma did nothing but roll her eyes, much to the sincere annoyance of the executives who expected a struggle.

            And so, it was that Salma Hayek, stripped entirely naked, bound creatively with ropes and neatly make-upped was delivered to the first Executive Meeting of the Quarter, wearing the most dull and tired expression imaginable. The tufts of untamed pubic hair were somewhat enticing when placed up against her caramel skin and delighful demeanour. Set to one side on a sofa, she waited, her legs spread, and breasts exposed, her nipples rock hard and waiting for what was about to come. She rolled her eyes as the executives prattled on, rambling on and on about business speak whilst coyly glancing over at her as if she was a toy wrapped up for desert, “Dios mío, ¿alguno de ustedes me follará? Will one of you sappy suits come and fuck me like you fucking promised, usted coño sin espinas, limp dick, polla flácida, feos asnos de puta madre!”

            The silence in the room was palpable as all the eyes looked to the shrill women as she glared at them annoyedly, almost disapprovingly. She wriggled her ass slightly on the sofa, gesturing for them to look at her ready and willing pussy, her folds somewhat glossy and glimmering, ready for stiff cock to slip inside and fuck her good. No one was even willing to address her outburst as she sat there expectantly.

            “You invite me up here, strip me naked and then cock block me for an hour. What does a woman have to do to get a good dicking? Dios mio! Es de esperar que algunos jueguecitos de sala aburridos salten sobre un coño tetona y delicioso como yo. ¡Pero no! ¡Se quedan merodeando sus pulgares como putas lemmings! ¡Fóllame! ¡Fóllame duro!” she exclaimed, prattling on in Spanish as almost everyone in the room looked at her with startled fear, “Sorry, in English. Will one of you limp dicked idiots come fuck me. Yes, you! You, with the curly hair. Stand up and come over here.”

            She gestured to one of the younger newbies of the board, who intimidated by the bound and shrieking woman, was almost subservient to her as he staggered to his feet and walked over to her, his crotch bulging at the sheer sight of the naked woman. The prospect of being able to fuck her was what made him come to the meeting in the first place, but the frightful intimidation made him doubt his decision as she glared at him.

            “Cock out… Come on! Do I have to explain how to fuck a woman? Take your dick… yes, like that. And shove it inside me!” she ordered, barking as he almost meekly unzipped his trousers, fishing his rather sizable cock out. Salma lit up as he dropped his trousers, the cock bouncing free, ready to impale her. Her patience was once more tested as he stooped down and rubbed himself against her folds, tentative as to whether or not to proceed. Finally, he pushed forwards and slipped himself inside her, burying himself up to the hilt in her tight, warm little pussy, the pair of them groaning in satisfaction, “Good. Now fuck me like a man and not like a wet fish. And the rest of you! I’ve got a mouth! It’s safe to say I’m a little hungry. And judging by this git’s soft pathetic thrusts, I’m gonna need a few more cocks to satisfy.”

            The rest of the board slid to their feet, tentatively joining their colleague as he haphazardly flopped around on top of Salma, moaning and groaning as his balls smacked against her folds, his pubic hair intertwining with the nest she wore with pride. Her disinterested look was nothing more than discouraging as the man grew breathless, sliding himself in and out of her, almost afraid to touch her in order to get a little leverage. His slow and stunted thrusts were incredibly pleasurable for him, but did nothing to impress Salma. Eventually, his cock twitched and spasmed, the man helplessly spurting several meek strands of cum deep into her pussy before falling back breathless, allowing the next guy to step forwards, “Dios mio! Will one of your have the balls to fuck me properly?”

            “Move aside, move aside. If the bitch wants fucking, I’ll do the job. Someone stuff their cock in her mouth to shut her up,” a man growled, pushing through the small crowd and grabbing her by the hips and pulling her forwards slightly, freeing up her pussy a little. Intrigued, Salma waited for him to push inside her before making her judgement, only to be woefully disappointed once more. Instead of a strong commanding man with a heavy cock coming to pound her senseless and make good use of the clause in her contract, they had an overconfident man with a meekly average cock. It pierced her hole and barely made her flinch as she rolled her eyes. He began to pull his hips back and forth, hammering and pounding at her pussy, trying his best to make an impact in her highly catered to pussy. Only the finest and most skilled cocks got to thrust inside her and so she was used to a good fucking and knew a pathetic attempt when she saw one.

            However, before she could belittle him, a man grabbed the side of her head and guided her lips firmly towards his cock. Finally, she had her lips around something that was worthwhile. Shame it was in her mouth and not pounding her down below. The thick and meaty cock was something that she could sink her metaphorical teeth into as she suckled on his tip. Covering the head with as much saliva as possible, she relished the delicious pre-cum that poured onto her tongue in copious amounts, almost flooding her senses with the initial dribble. Angling her throat, she hungrily swallowed every inch of his long and impressive cock, suckling and lathering him with saliva in preparation for a good stiff and rigid cock pounding her eager and horny pussy.

            That however was not the case, as when she pushed her lips to the base of his cock, he began to shudder and spasm into orgasm, spurting several long thick strands of cum down her throat. It was  rather an impressive load as well, and made Salma groan as she realised she missed the chance to be pumped full of such a heavy shot in a hole that would be satiated by such a relief of cum. As the cum splashed against the back of her throat, she begrudgingly swallowed it before drawing her lips back and glaring disappointedly at the premature exploded. She didn’t even have words for him as he staggered back, content with his blowjob, but decidedly abhorred by Salma who thought his cock would do some real damage to her horny pussy. She had been promised to be used and abused by these executives in the kinkiest and most creative sort of manner, yet her she was as a glorified flesh-light with all of them flopping around helplessly on top of her.

            The man submerged in her pussy finally came, adding his seed to the man who already deposited inside her earlier, slowly filling her with something substantial. Two of the remaining men explode before even getting near her, painting her soft sun kissed thighs with their cum. As the men finally parted, she laid eyes on one hopeful candidate. A man who had leered near the back, slowly stroking an average, but girthy cock. Something that might satiate the perverted expectations she had hoped for when being tricked into becoming a sex slave for them, “You. Come here now. You get to fuck my ass. It’s the only hole that might salvage this into something worthwhile. If you cum in less than two minutes, I’ll string you up by your balls and stew your eyes for your grandmother to eat at the funeral. Do you understand?”

            The man nodded as she spat on his cock, lubricating it somewhat as he slid down to his knees and nestled his thick head against her asshole. The pressure that built was near orgasmic for the woman as he pushed inside her well-used hole, forcing himself deeper inside. His crotch hit her ass and she groaned a sigh of relief. He had some life left in him. Slowly, but surely, he began to pull and push his hips back gently fucking her arse in a slow and steady manner, building his rhythm and power with each crashing thrust until he finally made that impact that Salma had lusted after so much.

            Hammering home, he elicited a squeal of sheer erotic delight from the horny milf before she growled at him to continue, which he readily did. Grabbing her hips, he began to crash his hips against her, the rough hard crashing of flesh filling the conference room and making almost all the previous executives feel a little superfluous. Moaning like a whore, Salma began to murmur beneath her breath in Spanish, her eyes rolling closed as she savoured the sensation of his body crashing against hers, their flesh colliding in the most orgasmic and sensual way, his cock actually hammering her asshole instead of lightly caressing it.

            She quickly began to feel a tingle building in her core, her pussy quivering in anticipation for  the coming orgasm that she so craved. She could feel it well up inside her, building and thriving as each thrust built more and more on the sublime perverse eroticism that the situation entailed. She felt like a real release of pure orgasmic pleasure was about to hit her, and it did, the man managed to push on and inflict a scream-inducing orgasm on the sun-kissed beauty, her squeals reaching across the entire room as her ass clamped down on his cock, pinning It in place as her orgasming body milked the last executive of his cum, his seed spilling into her ass and filling her last hole with cum, until his cock finally softened and he slipped out, joining the rest of the timid men as Salma collected herself, “We finally got there! Well, we have plenty to work on for the next board meeting. I hope you will all be a little better next time. Take the notes I gave you and work on them. Till next time?”

            Salma Hayek succeeded that day. For she had one purpose upon entering the board room. One purpose upon stripping down and being bound in ropes. One purpose in sitting their patiently before bursting out. One purpose in belittling their pathetic attempts to abuse and used her. And she succeeded in that one purpose. Because Salma was never once invited to the board meetings again, with secret clause being entirely forgotten and scrapped from any future contracts

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