One Rule (Celebrity Story)

Being friend’s with Emily Blunt is difficult sometimes. I used to think it was all great. She’d splash money around like it was nothing, and one day hanging out with her would net me some of the most expensive jewellery, dresses and shoes any girl could dream off. But… It has its downsides. Namely, Emily’s one rule. The one life rule that she follows without question and without hesitation. When she first told me about it, I thought she was drunk. She was drunk, but it turns out she was also incredibly serious about this. It didn’t help that she told me her one rule, right before she demonstrated that rule right in front of me. Not that I was complaining about being a front-row viewer. But, we’ll get to that. You’re probably wondering what the rule is. Well… It’s this. If she sees a black man, she has to offer him a blowjob; which is to say, more truthfully, if she sees a black man, she has to give him a blowjob. I’ve seen her offer fifty-six times and not once did any of the guys say no. I certainly wouldn’t.

The first time was in a bar. A group of guys had just walked in and her eyes latched onto the black guy like a hawk. She handed me her bag, purse and phone, whispered in my ear what her one rule was before walking straight over to the black man and whispering the same in his ear. Next thing I knew, I was standing at the door of the bathroom, making sure no one disturbed her whilst she suckled on a thick and veiny black cock. And boy, could she suck cock. It was like she was born to do it. She slid down onto her knees, unbuckling that man’s belt like she had done it a dozen times before. Her hand fished his cock out, gave him a few pumps of her fist, just to make sure he was hard and ready for her, before pressing her lips against his bulbous tip and delivering the sloppiest fucking kiss I have ever seen. Saliva practically oozed from her lips as she rolled them softly over his throbbing head, her tongue curling around his tip. I could tell, because her mouth was stuffed, her lips so stretched, that I could see the slightest movement of her tongue. And the way she moaned. I could tell there was a reason she did this and it was because she loved it. Her moans filled the bathroom as she lathered his cockhead with saliva, cleaning it of pre-cum as she stroked his cock lovingly, massaging it as tenderly and intimately as she could, all the while guzzling on the end of it like a fucking whore.

Sorry… I got a little carried away there. But it was such the sight to see. I could feel my panties dampening against my folds. I had half the mind to start playing with myself. I was certain that neither of them would mind. She flashed me a smile, a smile full of cock, before she angled her throat and slowly pushed downwards. My eyes widened as I saw her mouth pushed further down that cock, inch after inch. This was no small cock. Easily the definition of BBC. Thirteen inches by my estimate. And I watched every single inch of that fucking massive cock disappear down her throat. I watched her throat bulge, her gullet so stuffed that I could trace every ridge and vein of that man’s cock. Her hand flattened against his crotch as her lips met his base, her nose plunged right into the tufts of hair that crowned his cock. I couldn’t resist it. I slipped a hand down my skirt and panties and gently rubbed my clit, teasing it as I watched her him around this cock like this was the hundredth time she had done it. Little did I know that this was beyond the thousandth. Moaning delicately, I was barely quick enough to slam the door shut on someone who tried to enter, pinning my back against it as I watched Emily’s throat begin to glide up and down his cock, the woman twisting back and forth, slurping happily on his length. Whilst he was hardly the smallest cock, he lacked in stamina, causing him to spray and spurt his load down Emily’s throat. I didn’t get to see a single drop as she swallowed it all, draining him dry, all before plucking her lips from his length and sliding up to her feet. And just like that, she looked demure and elegant once more. She didn’t need to wipe her chin or clean up. She had gotten that good that she could just strut out of there without a second thought.

That was the first time I saw it. I was unfortunate enough to miss out on her stumbling into a group of five black guys as she was coming home from the gym, but I was privy to her dealing with two bell-boys that were at a hotel we were staying at. She spotted them as she signed us both in and specifically requested they help us with our bags. I knew exactly what was on her mind and smirked, allowing her to play her game. They led us through the hotel and up to our shared room -her choice-, and they were all too happy to come inside and wait as she got them a tip. How unfortunate she forgot her purse and had to tip in other means. This was however that I became aware of her second rule of sorts. Not really a rule, but rather something that she preferred. As the two men dropped their trousers, revealing a seven-inch cock and a rather unimpressive four inches; the stereotypes weren’t always reliable; one of them turned and gestured to me as if to say that I was his one. Emily quickly saw to it that I was not made a part of it and that both cocks were hers. Strange given that… Well, me and Emily were hardly strangers to each other sexually. After all, we were sharing a room. No, this was one of her preferences. When it came to black men, she never shared. Other men were fair game, but the black cocks were hers and hers alone.

The way she handled the two of those cocks was particularly enjoyable to watch. To my surprise, she went straight for the four incher and took it right down her throat. I then watched her throat, lips and tongue all begin to shift and flex, loosening and tightening, lapping and lipping, sucking and slurping, around the man’s cock. Her hand went to his balls as her other went to jerk the seven inches. It took her all of thirty seconds to have that man spraying his load down her throat, his cock popping from her lips soft and deflate. With a tap on his thigh, she gestured to the door before turning her attention fully towards the seven inches. Still not quite the monsters she lusted after and desired deeply, but it was something. She started as she normally did, with that sloppy kiss on his cock-head, a sloppiness that I’ve still not been able to replicate myself. Her throat enveloped and engulfed the cock in and instant and she began to bob her head back and forth, bouncing up and down, steadily at first, but growing in pace as the man seemed to keep up with her in terms of stamina. To my surprise, he lasted beyond five minutes. A feat that none of the men I’d watch her be with could manage. And five minutes turned to ten; and ten to fifteen; and fifteen to twenty. I watched Emily get pushed to her limits, never missing a beat, never letting a wayward bead of saliva dribble from her lips. She kept the composure and elegance she always did, but bounced her throat along his cock with gusto, almost as a point of pride. Finally, he erupted into her throat at the thirty-six-minute mark and she drew her lips back, swallowed dutifully and proceeded to hand the man her phone number before leading him personally to the door. As soon as that door closed, I was made aware of the desire that burned in her cunt as she revealed her dripping wet panties and the pussy she expected me to devour; the pussy that I happily ate as she ate mine.

However, if we are going to talk about the cocks that pushed Emily Blunt to her cock-sucking limits, it would have to be the one that we encountered on a secluded beach in Florida. He was just walking along, and I already knew that Emily had hit the jackpot. Whilst he wasn’t wearing particularly tight trunks, his thick, heavy cock was already apparent, bouncing along the side of his leg. Truth be told, I wasn’t convinced that he was hard yet. Only Emily would know, and she was rather coy about that detail when she told me the intimate joys of deepthroating such a cock. Oh yes, she sucked it alright. She was a ravenous hound in all honesty. As soon as she saw it, she reached behind herself, un-plucked the strings that held her bikini top in place and then dropped her bikini bottoms to the ground, stripping entirely naked. The man took notice, but only really understood what was happening when she sank to her knees in front of him. She didn’t even ask. She didn’t want to risk him saying no. Not with such a cock on offer. Her hands caressed him through the fabric of his trunks, tugging on his cock and marvelling at it without even removing it from its confines. I made no secret of my arousal anymore, happily plunging a couple fingers inside myself as I watched.

Pulling the cock from the trunks, she grinned madly with lust. Sixteen inches. Sixteen gorgeous inches of thick black man-meat. She was different from her usual calm and composed demeanour. She lunged at it, lapping along every inch, dragging her tongue from tip to base, slavering over his balls and lathering every inch with saliva as she stroked his shaft, jerking him off until pre-cum poured from his tip, smearing across her cheeks as she drew her lips back to his head and took it into her mouth. I thought her jaw would snap, but she managed it. Taking the head inside, saliva and pre-cum rolling out of her mouth and down her chin. She didn’t seem to care as she pushed forwards, gagging and spluttering as if her throat was a virgin hole. Easing downwards, the thickness bulged at the entrance of her throat, but she continued pushing. Despite her previous convulsions, she managed to push steadily on downwards, taking inch by inch, making sure to spare measured breaths through her nose as she continued to stroke and massage his cock, cradling the inches that were yet to grace her throat. Her oral dexterity knew no limit and before long, half the cock was down her throat. I thought that was it. Too thick, too long. Yet, she continued, slowly, but surely, gagging and choking as she did, pre-cum and saliva now streaming down her breasts and stomach. And sure enough, she swallowed the entire cock, her lips wrapped around his base, his balls slapping against her chin. The man was on cloud nine. With a cock like that, I assume it was rare for him to even have his balls against a girl’s chin like this. His cock exploded into orgasm and the careful balance that Emily struck was shattered as she was pushed off his cock by the power of his cum pouring into her throat. Slipping backwards, the cum poured across her body, spraying her breasts and face as she moaned loudly, grinning as strand after strand of cum painted her face.

From that day on, I understood. The bliss that was on her face after that blowjob. The pleasure she must have felt from taking it all into her throat. That was worth the hundred other cocks she had to suck. It made sense that she offered every black man a blowjob, because even if one in one thousand had a cock like his, it was worth sucking all those cocks. And so, just like her, I started living by that same one rule. Never with Emily. She was still a greedy little bitch when it came to sharing, but then again, so was I. And there is nothing like it in the world.