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Oops! She Does It Again.. by YouCantplayMeI hated her music. I hated everything that she stood for. She was pop music made by business people who wear suits and ties. It was made for one purpose, to make money. There was no significance to any of it. She had make-up artists, fashion people, and others waiting on her every need. She stood for everything that was wrong in our society that tries to sell you everything you do not need. I wanted to punish her for every time I heard those damn songs. Every time I had to listen her describe herself as the next Madonna. I wanted her to know that her soulless music was shallow and so was she. I also wanted to fuck her. Yes, it is true, the more you hate someone, the more you want them. I wanted Britney. It was almost summer, and Britney was finishing up touring in our Nation's Capital. I had taken a job at the arena as a stage hand for concerts. I needed the money while I was taking classes at a local community college. Most the time at these concerts I would run errands for the performer, going to stores getting them whatever they needed. I hated it. I hated how every performer thought they were so important and that the world revolves around them. I won't even mention the horror that was Mariah Carey's concert. I was ready to kill her! So here I was on a beautiful Saturday morning going to the star's hotel room to get a list of items that they would like before the concert. Before I continue, let me describe myself. I'm no model or anything special. On the short side, blonde hair, not in terribly great shape either. Just your average white boy, college slacker. However, I learned to make up for my shortfalls by being able to please women in any matter. It's a survival thing, we all have to do what we can to get by. Especially when it came to getting pussy. So I walk out to the elevator of the hotel to her room. I'm excited to meet Britney but I know it will just be a disappointment because I hear she's a bitch like all the other teen stars. I walked up to her door, which was not the penthouse but was still one of the nicer rooms at the hotel. I knocked three times and took a deep breath to relax. "Who is it?" came a sweet young girl's voice from inside. "My name's Kurt, I'm here to pick up Britney' list of pre-concert items," I said. "OK, hold on a sec," the sweet voice replied. The door opened a crack and there stood a young woman in a white tank top and cut-off denim shorts. It was definitely Britney. She took one look at me and mentioned for me to come in, not looking too long at myself. "Here's the list, it's nothing to difficult, just some basic food stuff," said Britney. "OK, I'll take care of it right away Britney." I replied. "Oh take your time, no rush, and please, call me Britney. I'm not as egotistic as they make me out to be. I'm like the others!" said Britney with a grin. "That's nice to know," I quickly replied. I turned around to leave but then Britney spoke up. "Don't leave yet, I really could use the company and talk to someone my age other than dancers and fans," Britney said with a pleading look. "Um, OK, I can always do the list later and they won't miss me back at the stage," I replied staring into her eyes in disbelief. No star EVER offered for me to stay! We sat together on a big soft couch facing a large screen TV. She had MTV playing but the sound down so we could talk. She was sitting on the couch with her hair pulled down to the side of her face. God, her skin looked so nice and tan and she wasn't wearing much makeup! She had those nice tan legs curled up in front of her. I leaned back and tried to relax. I was nervous but I kept telling myself that she is just a person like you. "So what kind of music do you listen to?" Britney asked. "Um, mostly groups like Metallica. I also like Kid Rock, Creed, and some old groups from the 80's," I told her. I wanted to tell her how much I hated her music. How I thought it was ruining our culture and had no value. But you stare at those breasts in a tank top with nipples slightly pointing out and you'll be nice too. "Oh yeah, I guess you aint into pop music too much," she said. "Not really, but hey, to each their own," I said. The conversation went on like this for a half hour. We talked briefly about where she has been and got into relationships. I told her I had been in a steady relationship for some time. Girls love it when you tell them this, even though in this case it was true. Every girl deep down wants to try to steal a guy from another girl. Even if the guy isn't up to their standards. It's just something I've learned. As we were talking, Britney had slid her feet over to the side of my jeans and finally put her legs in my lap. When I finally looked down to acknowledge this I nonchalantly grinned. "Oh sorry, I hope you don't mind," innocent Britney said. "Not at all, you want a foot massage?" I replied. "Sure, if you don't mind," was her response. I began to knead my knuckles into her feet and she began to moan. Her feet were so pretty. Smooth and her tan. Her toenails were painted bright red and stood out. I began to rub her feet and toes. Then I worked my way down to her ankles. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt. As this progressed we began talking more. We went from things such as school and work to something more fun, sex. She told me that she was indeed a virgin, and planned to stay that way until marriage. I told her how great that was, and how she was a good person for waiting. She asked about me and I told her I had been with a couple of girls. I was no player, but I did alright. She then asked me what my favorite thing to do was. I smiled for a minute, she asked me what it was and to tell her. "I love going down on girls," I told her. "Oh, that sounds good, I don't know many guys who like that," was her response. I looked kinda shocked, but she told me that just because she wants to stay a virgin doesn't mean she can't do other things. As we were talking, my hands had moved up to her thighs. Oh god, they were so soft yet slightly muscular. As we continued to talk about other things that turn us on, I brought my hands up to the bottom of her denim shorts. I began feeling Britney's ass underneath those tight shorts. As this happened, Britney leaned in closer to me until she was right next to my face. I thought for sure she was gonna slap me or push me away. "Why don't you take those off and show me how good you really are," she whispered instead. Without hesitating I unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them. I looked up into her eyes and saw the lust that I didn't notice before. She lifted her ass off the couch enough for me to slide the shorts down those nice legs of her. When they reached her feet she kicked them off. She was wearing a white thong that was wet in the front. I leaned down to kiss her calves and moved my kisses up towards her thighs. She was moaning in the thought of what was coming up next. I kissed her white panties for a minute to heighten the experience and then slipped them all the way off of her. Her pussy was beautiful, shaved short and dark blonde. I leaned in closer to take in a smell of that musk scent. I pushed her legs slightly apart and licked the outside before sticking my tongue in between the folds. "Oh, god Kurt that feels so good, don't stop," she moaned out. I continued to run my tongue in circles and in and out quickly. Hitting the clitoris and using my hands to push down on her mound. She was going completely nuts by now. I was now practically eating and biting her pussy as I sucked her juices. I was so hard and my cock was straining in my jeans. But I put that aside to concentrate on Britney. After a few minutes of this Britney grabbed my head and shouted, "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING SO MUCH, KEEP EATING MY PUSSY!" I didn't stop. All I heard next was Britney gasping for breath as she had an orgasm. I stopped eating her out to look up and see her practically passed out. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me, she had sweat pouring off her face. "That was incredible, I've never had an orgasm like that before," she said in a low voice. "You're welcome, it was my pleasure," I replied. "Well, I guess I'll have to return the favor, and from the looks of things you are ready," said Britney looking at my hard cock in my pants. Britney sat up next to me and took off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her full breasts were heaving with her hard nipples pointing right at me. "Go ahead, I know you have wanted them all morning," she said lustfully. I brought my hands up to her breasts and squeezed them, I leaned in to kiss all around her nipples before sucking on them. I sucked them and I bit them. As I was doing this Britney reached down and unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them. She reached in and squeezed my cock through my boxers. I moaned in delight. She pushed me away from her tits so she could take my pants off. As I kicked off my shoes and socks she pulled my pants all the way off. Next she went for my boxers. She did not hesitate in removing them. My 8 inch cock sprung out of my pants ready for action. She took her hand and caressed it. "Is a hand job good enough for you, I don't like to go much further without knowing the guy better?" Britney asked me. "That would be just fine," I replied. Britney smiled and wrapped one hand around my cock and another around my balls. She squeezed my balls slightly as she pumped her hand up and down my cock. Oh, the feeling was incredible. What she began to do next was the biggest surprise. She started talking dirty to me! "Does that feel good, huh? Is that gonna make you cum all over?" she said. "Oh God, yes!" was all I could reply. Her smooth, tan hands with red nail polish moved up and down my cock. She increased her pace and I could feel the cum building in my balls. I felt like I could shoot clear to the ceiling. I decided to ask if I could shoot someplace even better. "Britney?" I asked. "Yes hun?" she replied. "Um, would you mind if I shoot on your tits?" I asked. "I'd love it, but first you gotta fuck 'em!" was her response. I couldn't argue with that. Britney took her hands off my cock and kneeled in front of me on the floor. She took my cock and put it between her tits and wrapped those lucious C cups around it. It felt so good in between them, I just started fucking them. "Oh yeah, fuck my tits, I want you to cum all over them Kurt!" yelled Britney. "Oh, Brit, it feels so good, I'm gonna cum soon babe!" I told her. "I can't wait to feel your hot cum on my tits, cum on them, soak them baby!" she replied. "Here I cum..." I moaned. The feeling and sight of my cock in between her tits with her staring right at me was to much to take. I could feel the cum build in my balls and begin to rise. Instinctively, Britney took my cock out from in between her breasts and began to jack it right at her nipples. It only took a second before I was cumming on them. "Oh yeah Kurt, shoot that hot cum on me, release it all over me." said Britney. "Here it comes...Ahhhhh SHIT THIS FEELS SO FUCKIN GOOD!" I yelled. The cum squirted from my cock all over her breasts. She alternated between each one so they each got a fair amount of cum on them. After I was done squirting she rubbed her hands all over her breasts to give them a nice shiny coat. "Thank you so much Britney, you are incredible!" I commented. "No thank you, you made my whole day. Well, I have to go clean up and get ready for the concert. Thanks for your company. Hope to see you after the concert." she said. With that I put my clothes on and watched her perfect ass walk into the bathroom to shower. Before I left I grabbed the panties on the floor and stuck them in my pocket. A little reminder of the day. I wished I could have fucked her, but I was happy with what did happen. I left the hotel room and shut the door behind me. I thought to myself how maybe I should give her music another listen to. I don't think I gave her a fair chance before. :-)

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