Note- Total fiction, with no basis in truth whatsoever.
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The Hamptons, on eastern Long Island's South Fork, is a string of seaside communities best known as a summer destination for the affluent and the celebrated. With long stretches of beach and quiant 18th-century buildings and estates, it was the perfect location in the mind of Gwyneth Paltrow. Some of her famous neighbours included Jennifer Lopez and Beyonce.
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Gwyneth had gathered her first group of frustrated and confused celebrities in her Hamptons home in Amagansset, and the day was now drawing to a close. Having listened to Jessica Alba, Paris Hilton, and Megan Fox outline their personal sexual compulsive behavior, it was now the turn of Jennifer Aniston to describe her particular problem.
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"It was way back in 2005 when Brad and I created our very own film production company. Since then, as you all know, Brad and I are no longer a couple and these days I pretty much run things myself. I have a nice set of offices on Melrose Avenue and I try to get there at least once a month."
The hour was getting late as Gwyneth poured each of her guests coffee. Jennifer took a sip and then set her cup down and began to play with her lengthy hair.
"I mean, when you've had Brad Pitt in your bed for years where do you go after? He was the best fuck I ever had, and probably ever will. So, I get my kicks in other ways. If I want sex it doesn't mean that I 'need' a man to fuck me."
"How so?" inquired Gwyneth as she sat back down in her seat opposite the others.
"My current team is comprised of four members. Sonia, Jerry, Patrick, and Will. They try hard, but not hard enough for me. And so, I have to give out forfeits to each and all. Oh, they get paid well, which is the reason I don't dish out fines or penalties. It wouldn't work. Last week I was pissed off big time when a lucrative contract was lost due to unnecessary incompetence. I turned up at the arranged meeting and stormed in to confront my team."
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I was still seething as I told the story of what went down last week in the office. I had turned up in my sombre grey mini dress and black Stuart Weitzman heels. On top of the bad news about the loss of the contract I had been stuck in traffic and felt hot and sticky as the temperature hit 98. All four were seated around the long and heavy wood table and looked dumbstruck as I slammed the door behind me.
"Good morning, Miss Aniston." They all chorused together in hushed tones as I stood at one end and met them all with my cold stare. My eyes flashed fury and Will visibly blanched as I slowly folded my arms.
"This, is a total disaster." I spoke after letting them sweat for a full two minutes. "A failed contract. Unsigned cheques. Broken promises. Oh, the list goes on."
My stomach clenched as I pointed angrily at each in turn with my index finger. I looked at Patrick. A nice guy from Seattle with hazel eyes and a broad chest. Next to him Jerry, a black man from Detroit, was even larger than Pat with a shaven head and big brown eyes. Sonia was from England and had a fair complexion and medium cut blonde hair. I especially stared at Will who looked like he might shit himself at any moment.
"I'm sorry, Miss Aniston. It won't happen again."
"You're damn right it won't." I snapped back at his feeble apology.
"Please, please, don't fire me," begged Patrick who could scarcely believe my anger.
"Me neither. I got responsibilities."
Despite his athletic build Jerry seemed to shrink as I paced up and down behind him.
"There is an alternative to dumping the whole team. I'm sure you've all heard how I dealt with the last bunch of useless team members. And believe me, whatever horror story you heard about me."
I paused for effect and hit my left palm with my right fist. I have my projected soft side I portray in movies, but behind the scenes I'm a dominatrix. I have the power, the money, and the influence to vent my authority.
"It's all true! You all earn a decent base salary and for that I expect results. And together with fringe benefits I expect total dedication. But these rewards come with a price."
I sat down in the easy chair I kept off to one side and crooked a finger at Will.
"I want you to show me how sorry you are. Can you do that for me? Come here and suck my heel."
"W...what?"
He looked at me incredulously as I pointed directly at my right foot.
"Open your mouth and put my spike heel between your lips."
Will looked stunned but licked his lips and bent down on one knee and ran his hands along my left calf. Nice start I thought. He sighed and then he poked out his tongue and began to lap on the spiked heel. I pushed a tad and I inserted it into his drooling mouth and smiled. He pleased me as he licked and inhaled the leather through flared nostrils. As my heel raked his tongue he had a curious glazed look about his face.
"Look at me while you do it. Yeah, suck it all the way down, every fucking inch. That's right, lap it up like a good boy. A humiliated boy."
I heard Sonia snigger and I shot her a filthy look.
"You think this is funny, young lady?"
"Please let me keep my job, please."
"Very well. Alright Will, now lick the toe and suck it right in. Patrick. Come here and suck on my other heel."
Patrick, who had looked on wide eyed jumped at my command and then came over to where I was seated. I thrust out my left leg and he shifted in his knees and took my shoe onto his lap. He put the pointed toe of my shoe to his lips and began to make cute baby sucks as if he was sucking on his mother's tit.
"Isn't that a pretty picture."
Both men were by now concentrated fully on their tasks and I enjoyed the feeling of control thoroughly. Was there ever such a satisfied feeling as humbling grown men? With both men's heads pinioned under my heels I desperately pressed down in them firmly.
"That will do. For now. Sonia, come here you."
I stood against the edge of the table and thrust out my behind.
"Kiss my ass if you value your position."
We looked at each other and I raised my brow as she hesitated. The twenty five year old from Manchester had striking blue eyes and a medium figure and was probably my height. Sonia sidled up and hesitantly lifted up the hem of my short dress. She took each cheek in her hands and began to pepper them with light kisses. By now my panties were soaked and the outline of my mons was quite distinct.
"Do it like you mean it."
I reached back and dragged my panties down to my knees and she got the message and started to lick my inner thighs and labia.
"Hope you're all watching this because this is what you will have to do if you fuck up again. Jerry look at me, look at me!"
Sonia began to lick up and down my slit and I moved to and fro as I placed my hands on the table and dug my heels in the carpet. She painted my pussy lips but I wasn't getting that something extra to satisfy my needs. Her tongue barely made a dent in my cunt and I was not pleased.
"This is the worst head I ever had, fucking pathetic. Will, I want you to lick me out until I cum, and if I don't you're fucking fired."
I stepped out of my underwear and got up onto the table on my hands and knees and raised my dress up above my tail bone. Sonia retreated with her tail between her legs and I awaited Will who shoved his tongue into my snatch and ate me out.
"Much better. Sonia? Take notes."