Author's note: This story was written in response to numerous requests from people who wanted more "extreme" stories. This goes a LOT further than even my Megan Fox story, so I have to warn you: if you're not into any of this (and the title should already give you an idea of what to expect), TURN BACK NOW and read some of my other stories. To all others who wanted/like these kinds of stories, hope you enjoy. Leave feedback, please.
There are three kinds of secrets in Hollywood: the kind that the tabloids and the media know about, the kind that directors, producers, and agents know about, and the kind that only the celebrities themselves know about. Dirty Movies is one of the third kind. Spreading only through word of mouth from actress to actress, starlet to starlet, Dirty Movies is a production company founded solely for one reason: so that the gorgeous young ladies who graced screens and made hit singles could act out their nastiest, raunchiest sexual fantasies on film for their own private collections, to be shared only on the drunkest of nights with others also "in the know". No one quite knows the full story of how Dirty Movies came into being, nor how their logistics works in terms of fulfilling every one of their client's personal fantasies, but they manage to provide for everyone, and no one has ever been disappointed by their service.
Now, Dirty Movies releases its first title in their new "Uncut" title line. The "Uncut" movies promise to be filthier, hotter, and nastier than their regular titles, as they take a look at just how sexually perverse and fucked-up the hottest Hollywood actresses and singers can be...
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The sounds of splashing water, laughter, and talking voices talking can be heard as the movie opens on a high concrete wall, broken only by a sturdy steel gate that serves as the only entrance to whatever lies beyond. Pushing through the gate, the camera moves along a concrete path that cuts through a wide lawn surrounding an elegant two-story house. Rounding the corner of the house, the camera comes across a huge backyard, with a large private swimming pool set into the ground and a number of deck chairs and tables framing its sides. A large grill has been set up at one corner, and next to it is a long table with bowls and platters of food laid out buffet-style upon it. An ongoing barbecue/pool party appears to be underway, as a number of people in bathing suits are spread out around the area: lounging in deck chairs, eating and conversing by the buffet table, or enjoying themselves within the water.
The camera moves over to the buffet table, where three young women are deeply engaged in conversation that, as the camera draws close enough to listen in, is definitely not what one would expect to hear out of any of these ladies (unless they'd had the privilege of watching one of their Dirty Movies).
"...so he, like, grabs my hair to hold me in place, squats down, and just blasts all this runny shit right in my mouth," Megan Fox is saying to the other two, speaking casually as if she was discussing going grocery shopping. "He had, like, Mexican or Indian or something with a lot of peppers in it before 'cause his shit was really spicy. I could barely swallow, like, half of it."
"How runny was it?" Selena Gomez, a can of soda in one hand, asks her. Beside her Ashlee Simpson takes a swig from a bottle of beer, listening attentively to the raunchy story.
"It was basically like soft-serve ice cream, you know?" Megan replies with a small shrug. "Not really like diarrhea 'cause it was still pretty thick, but--" She breaks off what she's about to say next as she notices the newcomer. "Hey!" she exclaims, her tone and expression friendly and welcoming. The other two women also give similar greetings.
"Afternoon, ladies. Am I interrupting something?"
Megan shakes her head. "I was just telling Selena and Ashlee here about how Brian and I spent our anniversary the other week." She grins impishly and the three women share a laugh.
"Well it sounded hot. Care to finish the story?"
"Mmm, maybe later," Megan replies with a wink. "I'm glad you could make it to our little shindig."
"Wouldn't miss it. I can see quite a few people were invited. Though the male-to-female ratio seems a little...unbalanced."
This is true; as the camera pans over the partygoers, a closer look reveals that there are over twice as many men at this party than women—and that aside from Megan, Selena, and Ashlee, there are only three other women in attendance: blonde supermodel Kate Upton, fair-skinned and curvaceous redhead Christina Hendricks, and London-born brunette Kate Beckinsale. All the women are dressed in very skimpy bikinis or one-piece bathing suits that can barely be considered decent; Christina's huge D-cup tits are threatening to bust through her low cut one-piece, while Kate Upton's bikini just covers her nipples and cunt at the minimum, and the other women are in a similar state. This has had an obvious affect on the men, as large, hard cocks can be seen tenting swimming trunks or poking out of Speedos.
"Hey, you wanna throw a good party, you gotta know what you want, and how much you need to satisfy everyone." Selena jumps into the conversation, still holding her soda in one hand while her other hands slides down her body to rest over her bikini bottom, where her large pussy lips make an imprint against the white fabric.
"No doubt. Although...looking at the spread of food you guys got laid out, there seems to be a few things missing."
"What do you mean?" This time it's Ashlee who responds, in a coyly playful fashion.
"Well, you got all the sides and appetizers, but where's the main course? I can see buns and rolls but not burger patties or hot dogs."
The three dark-haired women laugh again. "This is a...different kind of barbecue," Megan responds, her eyes lit with humor. "All the meat we need is in those guys' shorts. And as for the main course, well..." She looks at the other two.
Ashlee takes this as her cue. Stepping towards the pool, she cups both hands to her mouth "Hey, you fucks!" she yells out to get everyone's attention. The partygoers quiet down and look over. "Who's ready for the main course?"
There is a loud cheer and a flurry of movement towards the large grill. Ashlee picks up two large silver empty platters off the buffet table and moves through the crowd over to the grill, with hands groping her ass and brushing her cunt along the way. Standing in front of the grill, she places the platters down on the ground. She takes a moment to strip off her bikini, eliciting another cheer from the others, before turning around and squatting so her ass hangs over one of the trays. She reaches back and pulls her asscheeks apart so that her brown hole winks at the crowd.
"Here it comes!" she calls out, and then grunts loudly. Her anal ring expands outward as a thick brown log of shit is expelled from her bowels, dropping onto the platter. This is followed by another thick turd, even longer than the first, followed by several more pieces of crap that join the others on the platter. Finished with emptying her ass, Ashlee straightens up, turns back around, and spreads her legs slightly apart. A wide stream of piss starts spraying from her cunt, covering the platter and the shit piled on it. When her stream trickles down, she wipes her hand across her slit and licks the remaining piss from her fingers.
"Who's next?" she asks.
Christina comes up, pulling off her one-piece and tossing it aside as she moves. Her fair skin almost glows in the sun, and as she squats down her huge tits come to rest against her knees. Getting a look of concentration on her face, the fiery-tressed actress tenses for a moment before a large ball of dung explodes out of her round ass and lands on the platter with an audible splat, followed by several more wet chunks of fecal matter. Christina sighs with relief as she does this, apparently having held it in for quite a while. She finishes and moves away, apparently not wanting to piss just yet.
"Next!" she calls out.
Kate Upton moves in quickly, already naked and eager to void. She doesn't even squat down, preferring just to bend over, pull her asscheeks apart and let loose with her shit, which comes out in long ropy pieces, followed by her piss which rains down on top of the foul masses building on the tray. After her comes Selena, whose bowel movement is smaller than the others, and leaves a deposit of light brown fecal mess on top of the tray. Kate Beckinsale's is more soft and mushy, with some of it actually running down the back of her legs. Nonchalantly she scrapes it up with her hands and paints it over her tits, licking her fingers clean afterwards. Both she and Selena also hold back their bladders, preferring to wait.
Only Megan, still dressed in her barely-there bikini, is left to vacate her bowels, but she shakes her head when prompted. "I'm gonna hold mine till later," she says. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
"Okay then," Ashlee replies, turning to the men. "What about you, boys? You got any shit to add to this meal?"
