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Welcome back to Cumsluts Weekly, the number one place for all your weekly updates on your favourite celebrity Cumsluts and their favourite past-time: gagging on cock. This week, we have some particularly juicy stories and as always, plenty of pictures. Game of Thrones is all the rage of course and here at Cumsluts Weekly, we barely had to breathe the word ‘blowjob’ to the salacious female cast to have them jumping on the proverbial cock and riding it all the way to the printing press. We have exclusives with all of your favourite cast members including: Spit or swallow with the petite Rose Leslie, going black with Lena Heady, Lesbian Lovers (the photo-shoot) with Sophie Turner AND Maisie Williams and not to mention Gwendoline Christie tells us about her perfect cock (spoiler alert, she prefers to measure her cocks in feet, not inches!). But not before a Cumsluts Weekly first (and a first for our starring lady), we organise Natalie Dormer’s first every blowbang. I know, I can ha...

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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...

“I’m sorry, but there is no easy way to say this. Your album is tanking. We’ve got to do something big and something drastic to save it. I’m talking big publicity stunts. I know, I know, but being half-naked in music videos doesn’t sell anymore. Do you know how much porn is on the internet these days? People don’t need to busty musicians to jerk of to anymore. It ain’t special. But, I’ve got an idea… It’s risky but wouldn’t cost us a dime. You’ve already secured the necessary materials, so all we’d be doing is making use of pre-existing assets,” Nicki recalled her manager telling her over the phone, his voice somewhat reassuring. Groaning, she agreed to his plan, not entirely knowing how he’d be making use of those particular assets, however, she turned up on set and… she was immediately told to get naked.             “Bastard…” she muttered beneath her breath as she clambered onto the bed, knowing exactly what she was get...

Holidays are a time to relax and explore; something which Bryce takes to with exceptional skill and eagerness. All across the world, she endeavours to leave her mark, make her name remembered for more than just her acting work. Sometimes, it’s through acts of charity or more sophisticated means, however, sometimes she resorts to truly perverse ways of making her expeditions truly special. People in Amsterdam still speak about her famous gloryhole night in which she managed to tend to a bar-full of men and women all through a tiny slit in a bathroom wall. And of course, there was the breaking story of Bryce’s danger gangbang at Machu Pichu, in which she was caught and photographed being gangbanged by a group of virile black men at the famous landmark. However, in China, she needed something truly special.             Bigger was always an option, but that wasn’t exactly exciting. A hundred men in one evening seemed a little ...

DAY 01: Avril awoke with her hands cuffed behind her back, the metal rings biting and digging into her wrists. A tight swatch of cloth was tied around her mouth, gagging her and restricting her calls of dismay to mere meek whimpers. Wriggling back and forth, she only served to tighten the cuffs before she managed to roll to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge. She was in some grimy dungeon with paint peeling from the walls and rusted pipes rushing across the ceiling. Not to mention there were only two pieces of furniture: a wooden chair and the uncomfortably stiff bed on which she was sitting             There was a sound at the door, the rattling of heavy chains echoing through the small basement room and rousing Avril to her feet. She had to escape but was a little stunned and taken aback by her surroundings. As the door swung open, she clumsily attempted to run past the intruder, only to hav...