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.
