How's This For Continuity? (Celebrity Story)

“Just come on in! I’ll be out in a moment! What’s this all about?” Maise called from the next room as her assistant ushered the suited businessman into her hotel room. During the break between Season Seven and Eight of Game of Thrones, Maise had taken a brief holiday in the sun-scaped city of Dubai, indulging herself before getting back to the show, something which had provoked an unforeseen complication in the eyes of the producers, of whom, one had come to clear it up.

            “It’s just about the next season of the show. The producers and I have a qualm we need address with you,” the producer called as the door to the bathroom opened and the young teenager strolled casually out, dressed only in a pair of red lacy panties and a matching bra. The complication in question was about… well… let’s just say that Maise had indulged herself in more ways in one and those as sporting a more curvaceous figure than usual. Her plump breasts were almost spilling out of the tight little bra -the garment being far too small as she had not had a chance to shop for her updated physique- and her pussy was barely hidden away behind the thin swath of cloth that was her panties. Her arse was perfectly flossed by the fabric, her plump and bountiful bum cheeks swallowing the fabric entirely as she strolled in wearing a delicious smile. I should say, she was hardly fat, but a little chubbier. Curvy and full in all the right ways. The only problem with her rather sexy new look was… the show’s continuity.

            “And that problem is?” she smiled politely, sitting on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to dress herself and instead flaunting her body as best she could. She was quite proud of her look. Gave her a more sultry and commanding look that she adored.

            “It’s just… the producers are worried that you have… well… in simple terms… put a bit of weight on. Whilst we are all for body positivity, it presents a problem with the shows continuity. It would be a little jarring if Arya was suddenly a bit… bigger in places. And would completely juxtapose her stature from the books,” the producer said, dancing around the words a little as Maise scoffed, “We are willing to pay for a personal trainer and all…”

            “Fuck that…” she groaned, rolling off the bed and strutting over to her cupboard, starting to pluck out her tiny, shrunken outfit for that day. Skimpy little shorts and crop tops, the perfect accompaniment to her buxom body.

            “It’s just the continuity…” the producer stammered, a little unnerved at seeing her ass entirely on display without anything covering it. With those words, Maise turned and walked straight over to the producer, a smirk on her face.

            “How’s this for continuity?” she asked, grabbing the front of her bra and pulling it down over her breasts, her plump handfuls bouncing free, capped of with deliciously sumptuous pink nipples, poking and prodding in the cool air-conditioned room. Her hand then dropped down to her panties, peeling them aside and thrusting the producer’s fingers between her thighs, guiding his fingers along her folds and moaning as he caressed her sweet and silky pussy, her juices dribbling down his digits as she writhed in response to the slightest touch, “I bet you’ve always fantasied about Arya? Fucking her tight little pussy? Maybe… something of the sort could be arranged. Well… if you were willing to… play with continuity a little?”

            “I’m sure something could be done…” he simply said, Maise grinning as she slid down onto her knees, not wasting any time in running her hands across his crotch and quickly fishing his length out of his trousers. Moaning softly as his cock filled her hands, she leant forwards and wrapped her pert little lips around his tip, gently humming as she plunged her lips down his length, leaping right into a sumptuously slick and warm blowjob. Hollowing her cheeks, she pushed down until his tip rested against the back of her throat. Swallowing deeply, she pushed forwards until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock, her experienced and well-trained throat managing to handle the cock inside her mouth with ease. Bobbing her throat up and down a few times, she finally plucked her lips away from his length, grinning as her hands jerked his saliva slick length up and down.

            Before the producer could murmur a single word, she shifted herself up on her knees, sliding his cock in between her big pillowy breasts. Confident that his shaft would stay in place, she moved her hands to either side of her buxom chest, pushing her tits together to form a tight, slick pocket of silky flesh, enveloping his entire cock. Slowly, but surely, she shifted herself back and forth, sliding her breasts up and down his cock, the constant stream of pre-cum pouring from his bulbous tip making the tit-job all the slicker and pleasurable. Grinning, she dribbled saliva down between her cleavage, creating an even tighter and slicker sandwich of flesh. The producer moaned, gently beginning to meet her sliding movements, softly thrusting back and forth, his balls smacking against the bottom of her breasts, as the slick wet slaps of the gentle movement filled the room.

            “You like that? Being bigger has its benefits,” she smirked as she angled her lips downward, flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock whenever it thrust into range. Kissing his cock one last time, she finally dropped her tits, her cleavage still slick with saliva and pre-cum, her breasts developing a sultry glossy glow. Wandering over to the bed, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, dropping her panties as she went, until she stood naked and bent over the bed. Reaching back, she pried apart her plumper arse, revealing her tight little holes, and purring, “But I’ve got something that’s even tighter and wetter…”

            And with that the producer rushed to meet her, his hands prying apart her cheeks and nestling the tip of his cock against her folds. Before he could even push forwards, she pushed back, plunging several inches inside herself, moaning loudly as she did so. She felt her bum cheeks crash back into place, gently clapping together as the producer’s hands found her curvy hips, using them to pull her backwards onto his slow and steady thrust, slowly filling her to the brim with thick cock. Sure, she was doing this so she didn’t have to spend weeks with a personal trainer but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy herself whilst she was at it. Finally, she felt her round bum press against the producer’s crotch, every inch of cock plunged deep inside her little cunt.

            Groaning, she wiggled her arse a little, savouring the sensation before slowly starting to bounce back and forth, pushing her plump arse back onto his soft and steady thrusts. The room was filled with the soft wet slaps of a deep, pleasurable fuck. Each thrust inside her elicited a moan from both of them, those moans being enunciated by a wet slap as their flesh collided, the producer’s balls smacking against her dripping wet pussy. Maise buried a hand between her thighs, furiously rubbing her clit as he pounded her tight teenage hole. Speeding up, the room became louder and louder, filled with erotic wet sounds of a good fuck, something which Maise had been craving for a while. That was the trouble of being on holiday alone. You never knew when you’d get a proper fuck. Sure, she could bat her eyelids and telling people who she was, undoubtedly resulting a shag, but it was a different thing getting someone who knew what they were doing.      

            Her orgasm hit her first, with the producer thrusting through her spasming orgasm. Her pussy, tightening and clenched around his pounding cock, her shrill squeals causing her to stop her bouncing and rely on his deep thrusts. Luckily for him, the newfound tightness of her hole meant that he was quick to follow, swiftly pulling his cock out of her pussy and smacking it between her ass cheeks, using the mounds of flesh to milk himself dry. Gently thrusting between her cheeks, he sprayed several strands of cum across her bum and lower back, the young girl groaning happily as he painted her with his seed.

            “Fuck that was good… So, do we have deal? I’m sure you’ll be able to bring the other producers round to the idea of a more… busty Arya?” Maise smirked, sliding up straight and turning to face the producer with a wry grin on her face.

            “I’ll… I’ll make sure that it’s done,” he smiled, offering his hand for her to shake. The girl happily did so, strutting over towards the bathroom to shower up.

            “I’ll see you in a few months at the shoot,” she said, flaunting her arse one last time before turning sharply on the spot, “And maybe you could… pay me a visit… you know… in my trailer? Just to make sure that our arrangement is in… order shall we say?”

            And with a sultry wink, she closed the door, leaving the producer to dress himself, proudly. For in what had originally intended to be a boring signing of contracts and busywork had instead turned into the most profitably pleasurable agreement of his life. And that agreement was far from a singular experience. Oh indeed…