English is not my native language and this story, believe it or not, is just fiction.
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After a lot of controversy discussions and insults the Latin Pop Queen Christina Aguilera invited the Detroit Rapper Slim Shady a.k.a. Eminem born as Marshall Mathers in a bar to end their fighting once and for all.
The meeting was Christina's idea and Eminem wasn't sure what to expect. They shook hands and Chrissy began: "I never really understood why you're so angry with me, but that's not the topic tonight. The reason is: I want you to stop talking dirty about me. My suggestion is: We bet and no matter if you win or I you stop talking about me in interviews and songs. The bet is: Who can drink three tequilas faster - don't laugh, I exercised that the whole last week - and if I win you go to any TV or Radio station I want and tell the whole world that I'm a nice and beauty girl and that you feel sorry for giving me names."
"And if I... and when I win?"
"If you win..." she hesitated "if you win I'll be your slave for a day."
" You mean... a sex slave?" Eminem was smiling.
"Whatever you want."
"OK, you'll be the slave of me and a few friends of mine Friday and Saturday."
"Two days... damn."
"Oh, it's uo to you. I can write a lot of songs about you."
"OK, on your conditions, order the drinks."
They started drinking and of course Eminem won without a doubt.
"At my house at 6 p.m. and until Saturday evening you won't leave. Wanna know what to expect?"
Chrissy nodded. The white Rapper led her to the men's restroom into a cabin. "On your knees, baby." She got down. Eminem opened his pants and took out his cock. The Latina grabbed and stroked it until it was half erected. Then she opened her mouth and put it in.
Christina moved her head back and for, letting the dick sliding in and out until it was over and over with her saliva. She took it deep in her throat forcing the Rapper to ejaculate. She swallowed everything.
They went back to the bar. "Don't forget Friday, I'll wait for you." Eminem left the bar, Christina nodded and she smiled.
Friday:
It was five minutes to 6 p.m. when Christina Aguilera rang the door bell of Slim Shady's house in Detroit, Michigan. The Hip Hopper himself opened the door and led her in a small room with a table and a chair in the middle.
"I thought you'd back down. But I see you are a brave girl. Take off your clothes and put this on." He pointed at a transparent skirt and a transparent blouse. "No bra and slip,I expect?"