Celebrity Juices Holly And Kelly

Celebrity Juices: Holly and Kelly Part 1

By Imorol

NOTE: This story takes place in the same continuity as my "Getting The Job" series.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

Standing alone in her dressing room, Holly Willoughby had time to kill before recording Celebrity Juice. As was her custom she was having a drink to ready herself for the very suggestive TV show. Early on she had learned that having a bit of vodka before taping really helped loosen inhibitions.

The show was a massive hit and gave Holly the opportunity to show a more colourful side to her own personality, increasing her public profile in the UK. True, she had to work with her husband who she'd remained married to for the sake of appearances. But her ties to the SF Talent Agency meant he had no impact on her career now.

Tonight Holly was feeling horny. Usually her sexual needs were taken care of by servicing her producer on This Morning. However he'd not been in today and an afternoon with a new vibrator had only taken the edge off. Now she was horny again. Her gaze kept drifting to her bag which held a couple of other toys she'd picked up earlier.

No, I can't possibly

, she thought turning her attention away from the bag and trying to ignore the itch in her crotch.

Raising the bottle she held, Holly took a large gulp of the flavoured vodka.

Mm, delicious

, she thought, looking down the neck at the blue liquid inside. Tongue flicking out, it ran over full pink lips, capturing an errant drop. Looking at the bottle led to thoughts of other hard long objects.

Objects about the width of this bottle

, she considered the glass container in her hand. Flexing her fingers they couldn't close around it.

With just a small amount left she drank it down. But instead of lowering the bottle Holly held it to her mouth, the rimmed top resting on her lip. Eyes closed, dreamy look on her face, Holly's tongue emerged. Slowly the tip moved around the slick glass, probing the open bottle. A tingle rolled across her tongue; a mixture of the flavoured alcohol, the sensuous feeling of the smooth surface and building sexual tension.

The tingle travelled down her body, nipples stiffening, pussy moistening. Skin flushing and heat building within, Holly slid the bottle between her pink lips. Teasing herself, slowly the bottle slid back and forth, lips closed around the neck, the glass slickening with warm saliva. Mind filled with images of hard cocks the blonde TV star moaned with need and began to give the inanimate object a blowjob.

Holly Willoughby standing in her dressing room, wearing a pair of tight dark blue trousers, a red strapless bra and barefoot, sliding the neck of a glass bottle in and out of her mouth, cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked. Need growing the hot blonde pressed the other hand against her covered crotch, fingers probing the hot itchy pussy beneath.

She stood there for several minutes, sucking on the bottle, tongue lapping around the tip and delving inside. Within her knickers Holly was wet, could feel the gathered moisture of arousal as it slowly dribbled from her, soaking into the red underwear she wore. Through her clothes the starlet could her building heat, fingers pressing against swelling labia, applied pressure to her clit. Hidden by the cups of the red bra twin teats were stiff, aching.

Pulling the bottle from her mouth the presenter looked at the glass. The long neck shone with gathered saliva. Glancing to her bag and thinking about its contents, an idea formed.

Why not? No one will ever know

, she thought.

The dressing roomed was furnished with a white two seat sofa, a table next to it. Placing the bottle on the table Holly undid her trousers. Teasing herself she bent at the waist, bare feet together. Slowly she slid the garment over her round bum, smiled at the caressing of the clothing on her skin, revealing her red silk panties. Hands sliding down her thighs, she pushed the trousers to the floor before stepping from them.

Clad in just lacy red bra and matching silk panties she turned to face a mirror running the length of one wall. As she looked at her reflection Holly took in the sight of her full round bust, the warm cleavage swelling in the top of the strapless brassiere. Hands cupping her breasts she felt their warmth, softness and weight. Fingers gliding over the smooth garment she could feel her hard nipples, felt them respond to her touch.

Lifting a foot she placed it on the sofa, opening her legs wide. In the reflected image Holly could see where her arousal had soaked through the panties, the large wet stripe marking out her hot pussy in the silk. Moving a hand back to her crotch, fingers pressed along the slit through the underwear, felt the moist silk, the hot squishy flesh beneath. A breathy moan escaped her. But Holly's pussy wasn't her intent, at least not yet.

Foot dropping back to the floor the sexy woman slid her knickers down, once more savouring the sensation of cloth on her skin as the underwear fell to the ground. Dressed only in her lacy red strapless bra, she picked up the bottle again. After a moment's consideration the bottle was pushed between the cushions of the sofa, slick neck protruding upwards.

Two fingers held to her mouth Holly let a generous amount of spit dribble onto them, smelled the flavoured vodka on her breath. Bending over, buttocks spreading, Holly Willoughby reached behind and pressed her spit-wet fingers to her arsehole. Circling the responsive muscle she coated it with saliva. A little pressure and a finger slid through the TV star's anus into the hot clutching rectum. A gasp sounding from her sensual mouth, Holly moved the finger back and forth, spreading the viscous fluid as she lubricated herself in preparation.

Satisfied the statuesque blonde stepped to the sofa, back turned to it and the upright bottle neck. Feet wide apart her body lowered, closing in on the glass. Hand reaching between her legs Holly held the bottle steady as it made contact with her twitching nether hole. Sitting down the smooth vodka bottle slid into the well-practiced arsehole, the full neck disappearing into the stunning bum. It stopped only when luscious buttocks pressed into the cushions and the widening top of the bottle snuggled up against her hole.

'Oh, that's nice,' Holly murmured, savouring the sensation of the smooth object poking into her rear. Sphincter flexing it hugged the hard improvised toy.

Gently the woman moved up and down, fucking the slick glass trapped between the sofa cushions, sphincter snatching at the ribbed top before sitting back down, impaling herself. Careful not to lose her balance, Holly anally fuck the bottle, a hand moved between her legs. Fingers lubricated with the feminine honey dripping from her snatch the Brit celeb stroked her clit. Delighting in the mixed sensations emanating from her bum and pussy, Holly moaned softly into the room.

Bouncing on the bottle the TV star looked once more at her bag, thinking about what lay hidden inside. Judging she was ready for the next step the presenter stood up, shiver of excitement running through her as the lip of the bottle slid from her arsehole. Crossing the dressing room, twitches spiking in the opened anal ring caused Holly to blush deeper, a smile on her beautiful face.

Squatting down caused the woman's firm buttocks to open again, slick bum hole shining in the light. Unzipping the bag, two packages were withdrawn. Opening the first revealed a tan coloured butt plug: five-and-a-half inches tall, an inch-and-a-half across at the widest point, shrinking to a one inch thick stalk before flattening out into a soft base. Inside the other package were two purple vibrating love eggs, each freshly charged earlier in the day.

Focusing on the butt plug Holly raised it to her lips, let gathered saliva drip from her lips to lubricate the toy. Trying her best to ignore the taste of the rubber it entered her mouth, quickly coating with even more spit. Squatting on the floor the beautiful blonde reached between splayed legs. Bringing the toy to her open arsehole, she pressed it through the sphincter.

'Oh my...' Holly gasped, feeling herself stretching to accommodate the intruder. Pausing for a moment to let her body adjust, she pushed again. This time the entire plug went in, welcomed as the rectum greedily sucked in the toy before clamping around the short stalk. 'Oh yes.' Contracting her anal muscles Holly made the butt plug move, pumping up and down.

Opening the other package the twin love eggs were removed. Activating the first she pushed it between her fanny lips, a single finger thrusting it deeper. As the vibrating toy moved further into her snatch a shiver ran along Holly's spine. After a moment's consideration the blonde picked up the second egg, turned it on and added it to her already buzzing cunt.

Casually raising her fingers they were sucked clean of pussy juice.

Wonderful

, she thought, enjoying the taste of her own quim as the twin eggs buzzed away inside her womanhood.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

'Ms Willoughby? It's show time,' came a voice through the locked door to the dressing room.

Startled, Holly fell onto all fours. Between her buttocks the stretched anus pulsed around the plug stuffing it. In her wet pussy the vibrating eggs hummed against her G-spot. Waves of pleasure rolled through Holly's body, gasps huffing through the bright smile on her lips.

'Ms Willoughby? Are you alright?' came the voice again.

'Y...yes. Thank you. I'll be right along,' the blonde star replied.

Thank god I didn't turn the eggs all the way up!

Climbing to her feet she cast about the room, spotting her red knickers still on the floor. Picking them up, they were quickly pulled back on. With a smirk the beauty settled the silk against an increasingly wet fanny. Next Holly donned her dark blue trousers, the garment hugging tightly to her big round bum, snuggling up against her crotch. From the back of the sofa she retrieved tonight's top, an off-the shoulder number, dark blue with white polka dots. Stepping into a pair of leopard print chunky heels, the star of Celebrity Juice left her dressing room, sex toys filling her openings.

Captaining a team on the popular TV show had always been fun. The games and interactions, especially with Keith Lemon, were always risqué and provocative. Tonight her opposite number was Kelly Brook, another big breasted TV presenter and model. Usually Holly's team would win the evening, but today the captain was having some trouble concentrating.

As the show progressed, the toys buzzing inside Holly kept her horny, mind fogged. Sitting behind the panel she could feel the increasing wetness between her legs, soaking into her knickers. Every movement against the chair caused the butt plug to stimulate the stuffed bum hole. Appearing quite energetic it was a struggle to keep still. Thighs rubbing against each other Holly slowly worked closer to a climax she didn't want...at least not in front of the other panellists and the live audience.

But I want to cum so badly!

Another sensation made itself known: Holly needed to pee.

Damn! I must have drunk too much vodka.

'...And now we play: The Wibbly Wobbly Word Game!' Keith Lemon yelled into the camera.

Oh fuck!

Holly thought.

Named after Jonathan Ross and featuring a giant picture of his face, The Wibbly Wobbly Word Game involved the player lying on an extremely powerful vibrating padded board while describing a word without actually saying it. It was immensely fun for the contestants and entertaining for the audience.

As the other panellists took their turns Holly played her part, guessing the words and desperately trying to ignore her twin needs to cum and pee. Wearing a tight white floral dress, Kelly Brook didn't take a turn. Wearing trousers herself, Holly knew she couldn't get out of participating. And in truth, she didn't really want to miss out.

'And now it's Holly's turn!' Keith yelled out and the audience answered with a massive cheer.

'My only slight issue is I need to go for a weeee,' the busty blonde squeaked, the vodka having done its work to loosen her inhibitions. 'Well this is going to be interesting!' she added, sitting on the edge of the board before laying back.

As she lay down Holly raised her knees into the air, almost as if on all fours but on her back, and crossed her ankles. Feeling her trousers pulling tight, the cloth hugged her curves, clinging to her thighs, rounded bum and crotch. Because of the dark material and her legs in the way no one spotted the camel toe that appeared or the outline of the butt plug base.

The second the vibrating board started up Holly Willoughby very nearly gave voice to a loud sexual moan, barely managing to turn it into giggles.

'Oh my god...' she said, body bouncing on the padded board.

Hands holding her head, sexual need thrummed through her. Horny all day her state of arousal had ever increased during the show. Lying there body filled with overwhelming vibrations, nerves sparked under a tsunami of sensation. Love eggs steadily pulsing within, it was extremely intense being stimulated both from within and without. It felt like the sex toys had been overcharged, the hard little objects pressing against her G-spot, lightning bolts charging against her clit.

Within seconds of laying down Holly Willoughby was creaming her knickers. Thick syrupy streams of girl juice sluiced from her labia, drenching the red silk hidden by her dark trousers. Threatening to engulf her, a powerful orgasm was fast approaching. Desperate now, the sexy star clung onto the game, trying to hold it together and not cum in front of everyone.

It felt like the game took hours yet only seconds to play. Fighting the impending climax she noticed Kelly looking at her, a quizzical look on the sexy brunette's face, a knowing smirk on her red painted lips. Then the unstoppable climax washed over Holly.

Laughter erupted as the pleasure surged from her pelvis, spreading to the tips of her toes and to the top of her head. Basking in the release of the sexual tension she couldn't speak to play the on-going game. Vibrations pouring through her body preceded a flood of sexual euphoria. Ringing sounded in her ears, electricity ran the length of the beautiful TV star. Skin hot and flushed, she lost her battle and climaxed in front of everyone; Keith Lemon, the teams, the live audience and the members of the crew. As powerful as her cum was Holly only just managed to prevent herself screaming out in ecstasy.

As the waves of delight lessened she thought,

If it wasn't for the vibrating board, they'd all know I'd just cum

. Glancing up at Kelly it was clear that at least one person was very much aware of what had just occurred.

That smirk says it all

, Holly thought, smiling at the other woman before bursting into another fit of the giggles.

And then the buzzer went off announcing the end of the game.

Struggling to get up, the ITV star sat on the edge of the board, the padded device vibrating at a fraction of its formerly frantic pace. As she perched there the butt plug came into contact with the quivering surface, sensations travelling through the toy directly into her posterior. Chin dropping to her chest, face covered by her golden hair Holly Willoughby came again, a quick short orgasm. Unable to help herself as a burst of pleasure careened around her crotch she raised her head and cried out. The sound was drowned out by the howling laughter of the audience, disguising her cry of elation as she spurted girl cum into the soggy mess her knickers had become.

For a while Holly simply couldn't move. Hiding her face once more she let the slowing vibrations of the game seat bring her gently back down from her high.

Eventually, and with the assistance of her TV husband Phillip Schofield, Holly finally clambered off the board. Struggling to stand on weakened legs she gathered with her team as they were announced as the winners. Across from her Kelly maintained the same smirk, eyes dropping to peek at the throbbing crotch, as if searching for something. Feeling Holly's eyes on her, the brunette gave a knowing wink and a bright smile.

As Keith rounded up the show, Holly was thinking,

Wow, that was an amazing cum. But damn do I need to pee now!

'And that's it, people! Good show!' the floor manager said, calling an end of the recording. 'Enjoy the after party,' he added, referring to the usual gathering of the cast and crew to celebrate the end of filming.

As they left the stage Holly made a beeline to her dressing room, headed straight to the toilet. Dropping her trousers and sodden panties she stepped out of them to sit on the commode. Worried she'd lose the love eggs she pushed the first out into her hand, but the other didn't want to leave. Releasing her pee, Holly hoped the other egg wouldn't fall out into the toilet bowl. Between her buttocks the butt plug was safely ensconced in its private prison.

Trousers and panties in one hand, cum-coated love egg in the other, Holly stepped out of the bathroom. Despite experiencing such a powerful orgasm out on the stage she was still horny. Walking across the private dressing room the presenter was very much aware of the butt plug still crammed up her backside. Glancing to the sofa the glass bottle was still there, neck still protruding from the cushions. An idea formed, one that she'd considered before but never tried.

Why not?

she thought, echoing her earlier sentiments.

Tossing trousers and very dirty knickers onto the sofa, the slick egg dropped onto the pile. Enjoying the vibrations still emanating from the second egg, Holly decided to leave it inside her fanny. Pulling off her polka dot top, Holly released her strapless bra to stand naked in the private dressing room. From the ceiling the light shone on her fair skin, danced on the glaze of female juice coating her crotch.

Back to the long mirror the star leaned over on bent knees, displaying a delectable peachy rear to the reflective surface. Peeking between spreading cheeks the base of the rubber butt plug stood out. Reaching behind, Holly's fingers closed around the stalk of the toy and pulled. The plug refused to budge. Trying again, Holly pushed with her sphincters, fingers pulling at the same time.

Refusing to liberate its grip the anal ring distended, elongating as the toy slowly moved out. Eyes focused on her reflected image Holly watched as her anus flowered open, wider and wider. The ring was tightly stretched by the widest part of the plug before with a sudden release it came free. She gasped at the release of tension.

Dropping the toy to the floor the horny blonde grabbed her cheeks and spread them. Over her shoulder she took a moment to admire her asshole in the mirror.

Such a beautiful gape

, she thought, staring at the perfect "O" of her busted in backdoor.

Keith would love to see this

, she giggled to herself. Cheeks clapping together as they were released she stood up.

Picking up the bottle, the saliva deposited earlier had dried.

That's ok. I don't want the skinny neck anyway

. A moment's consideration then she knelt on the floor, knees widely parted. Raising the base of the bottle Holly dribbled spit all over the glassy surface. Coating her tongue with more saliva she lapped at it, lathering the bottom and sides.

Bottle in hand it was guided beneath the kneeling TV host; tip of the neck on the floor, wide base aimed at the open butthole. Body lowering Holly pressed down on the glass. A shiver rolled up her spine as the hardness touched her soft, hot skin, kissed the hungry gape. Going slowly, the orifice at first refused to allow entrance. Determined she pressed down with more pressure. Slowly at first the anal ring expanded to allow the penetration.