Friday Night With Anne (Celebrity Story)

         

The lives of Hollywood celebs are certainly prolific. They have fancy houses, drive fancy cars and eat fancy food. But when you push past the shining exterior, the perfect and prim façade that a lot of these celebs portray crumbles away. You’ve heard the stories of secret sex parties, celeb only orgies and mysterious secluded beaches where only the dirtiest of celebs linger. Which, incidentally, is all of them. But the complete dichotomy of these two worlds cannot be better displayed than with the high-brow and stiff upper lip of Anne Hathaway and one of her infamous friday nights.

            They start rather innocently, with Anne taking dinner at one of the more expensive establishments, actively ignoring the subtle snaps taken from indiscreet paparazzi, hoping to angle their cameras just enough to creep beneath her dress. Whilst Anne would love to indulge them, she rarely bothers with underwear. A sly panty pic can be brushed aside easily, but a full on shot of her neatly shaven folds peeking out from beneath her dress is not as swiftly cast away. And so, she eats dinner, keeping her chin up and neatly wiping her mouth so as to not smudge her make-up.

            The car waits outside, with some of the more active paparazzi following her to the door. She offers nothing but a sly smile before ducking inside. As soon as the blacked-out window slides shut, the transformation happens. She tears her dress off, laying naked in the back. Fishing out the tiniest and skimpiest of dresses, she peels it over her body, making sure the curve of her ass in proudly flaunted, alongside the steepest angle on her cleavage. Adjusting herself, she lets her hair down and waits a couple minutes. The driver, well aware of her schedule, pulls into an alley and allows her to swap seats, clambering into the passenger seat.

            He already has his cock fished out, and it takes Anne only a couple seconds to have it in her hands. It’s not the largest, but as a warm-up, it’s perfect for her. Wrapping her lips around his shaft, she presents her arse to the un-tinted window, her dress sliding up over her pale and thin ass. Her agape asshole, flexes and winks at any passers-by, with a couple people glancing over for a moment. Some even go as far as spanking her perfect rear, a red sting burning in her cheeks. But none ever just pull the door open and sink themselves inside her. She wouldn’t stop them. In fact, the only thing she’d do would be push back onto their thrust.

            The driver starts the car and pulls away, reclining ever so slightly so that Anne can hungrily slide her lips up and down his length. She easily deepthroats every inch, swallowing right down to the base, humming softly around his length and savouring the delicious pre-cum that pours down her throat. Her hands gently massage his balls, with one of them sliding up to his hand and guiding it down to her rear. The driver eases a single finger into her arse and she moans like a street whore, grinning happily around his cock. Swallowing his cock, she rolls her lips a little further, stretching her glossy mouth over his small pert balls. Engulfing his entire cock and balls, she finally sets him off, the driver groaning loudly as he sprays a couple strands of cum into her throat.

            Moaning softly, Anne swallows like a diligent little slut, making sure that every dribble is milked into her clutching throat. She finally peels her lips away, her tongue darting back and forth, cleaning up her cock before tucking it back into his trousers. They pull up at the location and Anne gives him a soft kiss on the cheek, before hopping out the car, pulling her dress down outside ‘accidently’ flashing the people on the street. Blushing, she walks along couple blocks, trying to catch the eyes of passers-by before arriving at her club of choice: the seediest one available.

            The bouncer knows her intimately, grabbing her ass as she walks inside, skipping the queue. Offering nothing but a wink, she ducks inside, immediately going for one of the dance floors and making herself known. Writhing seductively in the crowds, she makes sure her hands wander, running across strangers crotches, touching just enough to muster some interest. Occasionally squeezing a ladies bum, most girls would turn, offended. At least until they saw it was a girl. At which point the wandering hands would be returned, her own ass getting squeezed, her own skirt hiked up a little. Having made her impact on the dancefloor, she has several eyes watching her, the bulges in their trousers being noticeable.

            Smirking, she turns and heads for the bathroom, casting a look behind herself to see how many people were watching. With an audience, she flips the back of her dress up, wiggling her ass before dipping into the men’s bathroom. A few of the bolder dancers immediately go for the door, following after her. The bathroom attendant knows her, sneaking a small kiss from her before she pulls up a chair. A chair that the club specifically placed there for her use. She waits for a moment before the door slides open and several people walk in. Confused, they are reassured as she spreads her legs, flaunting her bare pussy.

            It takes only a few seconds for the guys to have dropped their trousers, fishing their cocks out from their pants and letting Anne go to work. Her hands lunge for their shafts, not caring about their size. She only cared about having them in her mouth. Her lips part and she takes each of their cocks into her mouth, sliding her lips easily down to their bases, jerking the guys either side of her as she does so. Moaning, she keeps her legs spread, allowing their hands down between her thighs. Allowing them to play with her, peeling her dress down over her tits so as to grope and pull at her small, bare chest, her nipples rock hard.

            A few more guys stagger into the toilets, drunk and needing to pee. However, seeing Anne at work, they forgo that and start to stroke themselves of, waiting their turn as Anne gagged and spluttered around the cocks in front of her. Most of them cum quickly, their cocks twitching in her mouth. Swallowing eagerly, she doesn’t linger, pushing the drained cocks to the back and taking the next one in line. A few jerk themselves off, finishing on the floor before hurrying off. A few bold people, grab her face and angle it towards their cocks, milking their loads across her face. She doesn’t mind. Once their done, she collects the cum on her finger and happily swallows it.

            An hour passes, and finally the last guy staggers out, leaving Anne to wipe her lips and swallow the remaining dregs. She looks up at the attendant, who raises an eyebrow expectantly. Smirking, she stands up and bends over at the wall, hiking her dress up and giving the man full reign over her ass. He takes her tighter hole, knowing full well just what kind of slut Anne is. Slamming his cock balls deep, he takes her grunt of pain as approval and starts to hammer away vigorously. Consumed in the eroticism of the moment, Anne lets her eyes roll closed, ignoring the slowly opening door. She feels the attendant unload inside her, spraying a sizable and pent up load into her ass. And then, the black bag goes over her head.

            Screeching, she has a hand clamped over her mouth, as she is dragged out of the bathroom and through to the back of the club. She feels her hands get quickly bound, her body lifted like a sack of potatoes. For a brief moment she feels the cool air of the street before she’s tossed in the back of a van. Sped away, she is forced silent and kept in complete darkness for several minutes. Finally, she’s bundled into a building and forced on a bed. Her dress is cut in two and tossed aside, her hands forced into shackles and her legs spread. Finally, the bag is ripped off and she sees what she’s in for. A long queue of hard, massive cocks.

            She barely has time to open her lips to object before one of the cocks is thrust in her mouth, her throat opening up to accept the thick and rigid length. Straddling her chest, the man grabs her head, casually fucking her throat as the rest pry her legs apart. She feels the thickness of a throbbing cock as it’s slapped against her glisteningly wet pussy. The head carves her in two as it pierces her cunt, slipping deep inside her tight little hole. Balls deep, the man waists no time in reducing her to meek pleasured whimpers. Hammering and pounding into her hole, he forces her pussy to quiver, her sounds muffled by the thick cock that’s skull-fucking her.

            The two guys cum, one painting her pretty little face as she lays breathless, whilst the other pumps her tight unprotected pussy full of cum. Pulling out, the two men disappearing, replaced by two more. Using her delicate holes, they pound away for several minutes, using her as if she were sex-doll, reducing her to a collection of fuck holes for their use. Anne fights the urge to moan, but can’t help it, groaning greedily around the cock in her throat, her pussy tingling and twitching through several orgasms. Guy after guy pounds her, spraying their loads across her body, painting her with cum and filling her to the brim with cum. She glances at the door, noticing that the queue isn’t getting shorter. And the cocks, the cocks were only getting thicker and longer. She loses track of time, but after several long and arduous hours, her tiny, frail little body is tossed onto the bed. The room is empty, and she is drenched in cum.

            Catching her breath, a man walks in and undoes her restraints, offering her a towel. She disappears into shower for a few minutes and returns cleaned. She dresses in the simple t-shirt and jeans she is provided before walking to the front door. Outside, is her car, the same driver waiting for her. Climbing in the back, she sighs. Smiling, the car pulls away and she returns home a little sore. But she can’t complain. That’s what she pays for.

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