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."
