It was a fine summers evening, and Britney Spears had just finished yet another concert. Whilst she enjoyed performing in front of a large audience, especially if it comprised largely of girls, these summer concerts left her feeling very hot and sweaty. Ever since she had decided to undergo her "transformation" into the vixen she now was, she had promised herself that she would always perform her concerts/videos wearing mainly PVC and or leather, regardless of how hot it was. She imagined all of the audience, both the boys and the girls, returning home after watching her grind herself about the stage wearing nothing but a tight fitting PVC cat suit, and feeling so horny that they had to masturbate themselves immediately.
Britney wished (or rather hoped) that sometimes some of the audience would realise how horny she was feeling whilst she performed for them, so much so that she frequently came whilst on stage during her performance. Whilst she explained this change in her appearance to her manager as a simple way of increasing sales of her new records, the real reason was much more interesting...
About a year ago, just after she had had her breast enlargement operation, she had begun to feel differently than before. She had always been more interested in girls as far back as she could remember, and she had always fantasized about the girls that she knew whenever she masturbated, but things were beginning to change.
She began to imagine herself tied up, unable to move, completely surrendering herself to another girl. The specific girl never really mattered; it was merely the image in her mind of herself tied up and being used by the girl that really turned her on. To begin with, she just ignored the images, assuming that it was simply a phase that she was going through and that soon enough she would forget about it.
However, about a month after these images began she could no longer think of anything else. Regardless of what she fantasized about, nothing brought her off as much as her imagining herself bound and gagged, being used by another girl with absolutely no regard for her at all. Every evening, Britney surfed the internet, looking for pictures of girls in varying states of bondage. She remembered one particular evening that she had discovered a site that had fake pictures of her, along with pictures of other celebrities, bound and gagged. Britney masturbated so many times that evening that she lost count, especially once she discovered a picture of "herself" spread-eagle on a bed with dildos pushed into both her pussy and her ass, whilst another woman stood over her, masturbating over her bound form.
After that night, Britney decided that enough was enough and that she would have to sort her feelings out once and for all. She was planning to visit New York later that week for some sort of publicity for her new single, so she decided to see if there were any local bondage clubs in the area. Sure enough, she found plenty of such places, but one especially caught her eye. Locating the address, she agreed with herself that she would wait until after her minders had gone to sleep and then slip out to visit the club.
Once she reached New York, she could hardly wait for the opportunity to arise. The thought of visiting the club filled her with lust, and for two complete days she felt to urge to push her fingers into her constantly wet pussy. However, she resisted, accepting the fact that regardless of how intense an orgasm she had now, it would never compare to any that she would have when she finally arrived at the club.
As evening drew near she decided that this evening would be THE night, and she began to prepare. Going through her clothes, she decided that underwear was out of the question, besides, her pussy was already dripping wet from her juices and she didn't really want to ruin any of her nice panties.
As she went through her clothes she happened to stumble upon the school girl outfit that she had worn for her first video. She remembered how much controversy it had generated, and decided to go with that, but with one little exception. On went the school blouse and tie and the knee-high school socks and shoes, but instead off-putting on the black school skirt that she had worn during the shoot, she opened her rucksack. Inside it, along with the usual stuff contained in a young girl's bag, was a black rubber skirt. She had seen it one afternoon whilst she had been shopping with her mother and had sneakily bought it, but had never had the opportunity to wear it before. Her outfit complete, Britney stared at herself in the mirror, accepting the fact that she looked incredibly slutty, which in turn made her more and more horny.
Sneaking out proved to be much easier than she thought it would be, and in no time at all she had arrived at the club with nothing unusual happening on the way. She entered the club and got the shock of her life. She had never realised the fact that this was a lesbian club (although she didn't mind one bit). Several of the women looked at her, unsure as to who she actually was, but each one of them must have decided that they were imagining things and that this girl simply looked a lot like Britney Spears.
Britney purchased a drink for herself and started looking around, admiring each and every one of the women in the place. She had almost turned full circle when she noticed somebody that looked vaguely familiar. At first she assumed that now SHE was imagining things, but she looked again, convinced this time. Her heart pounded and her pussy throbbed because standing no more than 5 feet away, staring straight at her, was Cristina Aguilera! Britney moved her eyes down Cristina's body, becoming even wetter when she realised that she was wearing a very tight leather dress. Britney suddenly noticed that her pussy was on fire. She had never even conceived of the thought that Cristina may be into "this sort of thing" and this discovery made her even sexier. Britney had always had a thing of Cristina, ever since they worked together on the Mickey Mouse Club years ago, but obviously nothing had ever come of it. Suddenly very embarrassed, and horny, Britney ran put of the club and home to her hotel.
As soon as she arrived at her room she pulled up the front of her rubber skirt and pushed a finger into her sopping wet pussy. She imagined that it was Cristina's finger, not her own, moving in and out of her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. As her pussy juices flowed onto the bed, Britney inserted another finger into herself, then another, until all four fingers were pumping in and out of her hole. She had never used this many fingers before, always stopping at three, but this time she simply couldn't stop.
For what seemed like an age Britney fucked herself with her hand, moving closer and closer to what would undoubtedly be the most intense orgasm of her life, until she opened her eyes. Without realising it, she had positioned herself in front of the hotel room's mirror, and could see herself masturbating with increasing urgency. The sight made Britney even hornier and four fingers weren't enough. With one swift movement Britney Spears pushed her entire fist into her soaking pussy and screamed. The combined effect of her pussy being stretched further than it ever had been before and the sight of herself in the mirror fisting her pussy pushed her over the edge and she came with the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. For a complete minute she lay screaming on her bed, her pussy spasming over and over again as she continued to fist herself. By this point Britney had absolutely no control over herself, lost entirely in the moment, and still had her fist in her pussy, fucking it in and out at a frantic rate.
On any other given occasion, Britney would have collapsed asleep by now from the experience, but the intensity of her orgasm had kept her horny, and she just couldn't stop herself. She ripped her blouse off of her body, exposing her breasts. She grabbed one of them, pulling it to her mouth as she continued to fuck her pussy. She bit down hard onto her nipple, feeling it grow in her mouth at the same time as she felt another orgasm building within herself. Completely out of control, Britney bit harder onto her nipple as she pumped her fist deeper and deeper into her already spasming pussy. Grunts began to emanate from her mouth as she drew closer and closer to another orgasm, then she remembered Cristina wearing that tight leather dress, making her already ample cleavage even more apparent.
Suddenly, with a force that could never be imagined, the orgasm that had been building up within her pussy peaked. Her fist began to blur, both due to the lack of control that Britney had over herself and the extreme rate with which she was plunging her fist into her pussy, and her body lost all of its feeling, save for the intense burning that resided deep within her. She suddenly heard a scream, and it took her a few seconds to realise that it was hers. Her body writhed about on the bed, her pussy spraying its juices into the air, coating the rubber skirt that she had worn earlier with a thin layer ofcum. Britney screamed once more and then passed out...
She awoke the following morning exhausted, and was thankful that she had the day to herself. She dragged herself up from the bed and stretched, remembering the previous night. She felt annoyed with herself that she had left the club without talking to Cristina, but then she reconciled herself with the fact that she had experienced the most wonderful orgasms she had ever had before.
Britney walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, grabbing hold of the bar of soap on the bathroom shelf before climbing under the hot water. She began to remember her fantasy, although it was no longer with a random girl. She imagined herself with Cristina. She herself was naked, whilst Cristina was wearing the same leather dress that she had been wearing the previous night at the club.
As Britney began to rub the soap over her wet body, lathering up her breasts, she began to imagine what would happen. She could see Cristina moving towards her naked body, the smell of sex and leather in theair. Cristina would push her onto the floor forcefully, rolling her onto her front as she did.
The next thing Britney would remember would be the voice of Cristina Aguilera saying;
