Note- This is so not a true story, it's just fiction.
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I had been most pleased with my recent foray into voluntary charity work in crime hit South London and had found the experience most rewarding. The youth community project was a brainwave by the unpaid organisers who wanted to protect teenagers from entering gang life, so prevalent south of the Thames. They had hit on the idea of asking celebrities to help out as it might encourage those who might shun the idea as worthless. So now I had sent out several emails to other celebrities and acquaintances who I thought might be of the same mind and was delighted to receive a reply from Mary Poppins star Emily Blunt.
"Result." I thought.
I had met her a couple of times and Emily told me that she would love a break from her busy celebrity life and get down to some honest and rewarding charity work. I was pleased on two counts, one, that we would get to know each other better, and two, I liked the idea of having a foursome in the sack.
"A girl can but dream." I smiled to myself.
Fresh in my memory was a glorious three way fuck with two well hung nineteen year old black guys at their local boxing gym in South London. Eddie and Cornelius were strapping up and coming boxers who were fearful of being sucked into the cult of local gangs, the so called postcode gangs that were defensive of their various London boroughs. I had been tasked at that time with providing information and helpful programmes designed to keep them occupied until they could get gainful employment. They had successfully seduced me and being taken by two black men had fulfilled one of my most erotic fantasies. From what I could gather I heard that Emily had been a big flirt on the set of the Mary Poppins movie and liked nothing more than telling a few blue jokes to the crew.
"Sounds like a fun girl."
I invited her to my London apartment soon after and we had supper together. We talked endlessly about what we were going to do and our imaginations flew about. Emily came over as a dignified character but with a slight mischievous bent. She related a story of the time she was filming the movie 'Sicario' in Southern California and a young electrician from Jamaica has fucked her brains out. Emily explained how she recalled the event every so often and dreamed of repeating the event. She had a preference for a bit rough of rough after having settled down in recent years.
"Well, I certainly have a healthy sexual appetite myself. I absolutely love sex." I told her.
"I so agree. I love my husband but I really love to fantasise about having hard pounding sex with sweaty young studs."
Emily was a very attractive blue eyed brunette was taller than me with a slender figure, shapely back, luscious perky boobs and willowy pins. I knew the guys would take to her immediately.
"It's a date then."
We agreed that we would team up in some charity work soon and I knew the very job. A week passed and I tossed and turned in my sleep the night before as my dirty thoughts kept me awake. The organisation 'Urban Youth' had contacted me earlier and asked if I could find some young unemployed guys willing to decorate the vicarage of Saint John's Church in Tulse Hill. The vicar and his family were to be abroad on some church business during the time we had to get the interior done. I knew Cornelius and Eddie both had the capacity for hard work given the right motivation and so I called Eddie and he said he was interested only if it meant that I was involved. As he spoke I could hear him talking to someone with him about that fine piece of white ass on the line and that made me feel good. I agreed and told him where to go and cover everything in white sheets to prevent any damage from paint.
"And we're on."
It was a Wednesday and unseasonably warm for the time of the year when I arrived with Emily at the vicarage. In the path up to the front door we saw paint supplies strewn about and four gallon tins of white gloss, two on top of the others. I am definitely not the handy type but as I expected things to get grubby and paint splattered I wore an old pale blue tube top, no bra, and my tight daisy duke denim shorts, no panties. On my feet I had my new knitted lace up track shoes and little white ankle socks. Emily was also dressed down yet still managed to look gorgeous. I was horny after a month without sex and was feeling like getting laid. Nothing new for me really, I ALWAYS feel like getting laid.
"Hey guys, how is everything?"
It had been a while since the last time and I have to admit my mind was already wandering. Emily and I waltzed into a chaotic looking living room and saw three bare chested black teenagers already sweaty and hot. The scent of virile testosterone charged young bodies and the smell of fresh paint was an unexpected turn for me. Cornelius, the older of the group nodded hello, his eyes totally fixed on the sight of Emily in a pair of lightweight linen trousers and one of her husband's white shirts that looked three sizes to big for her. I felt a slight pang of jealousy as he wiped his shaven head with a cloth and mentally undressed her. His broad chest was covered in tattoos as he stood in just blue jeans and track shoes.
"This is Emily Blunt. She is part of the programme and has volunteered to help out today." Eddie approached, his huge biceps rippling and his impressive six pack prominent above the waistband of impossibly tight denims. I noted Emily was unable to tear her eyes from the imprint of his eight inch hose that ran down his left thigh.
"What's up Emily?" He said politely.
He thrust out a big paw of a fist and took her tiny hand and shook it gently.
"Who's this?" I pointed to the new guy I had not met before.
Also black, he had a gallon of paint in each hand as he smiled hello. Clad in baggy trousers and without a shirt he appeared to be on the skinny side compared to the more bulky boxers, but still clearly had a muscular frame. His dark hair was spiky and both Emily and I could not fail to notice he had an astonishing ass. Even through the baggy trousers the shape of his perfect round bubble butt could be made out.
"This is Wilko. He's my cousin. Say hi, Wilko." Said Cornelius.
"Hi, Wilko." He said laughing and I felt a giggly fit come over me as his big brown puppy eyes bored into mine.
"Funny guy ain't he?"
"So, how have you guys been? Staying out of trouble?"
We chatted for a bit as we caught up since we last met. Emily had eyes only for Cornelius and paid rapt attention to his every word. She caught my eye once or twice and I could read her mind. As she had similar thoughts to myself of jumping his bones it wasn't all that difficult.
"So, I thought we would split up into two groups. I'll stay downstairs with Wilko and Emily and you guys can do the bedrooms."
"Cool." Said Cornelius as he and Eddie took her by the hand and led her off like a sacrificial lamb.
She looked back at me and shrugged her shoulders as if in surrender. As they strolled off I watched her firm butt roll in her flattering slim fit trousers with the cropped leg. I turned to Wilko and he gave me his beaming smile.
"Well, shall we get down to it?" I asked in all innocence.
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After a good half an hour of painting the walls happily I could feel the eyes of Wilko burning into the back of my head. He was close to where I was, on his knees and painting around an electrical socket at the bottom of the wall. I faced him as he looked up and rubbed his chin.
"Something on your mind?" "You're slapping paint all over, it looks sloppy."
He stood beside me and took my hand with the paintbrush and held my arm up against the wall and together we painted up and down in a smooth motion. Already it looked more professional and I felt I had wasted time doing it my way. His hot body pressed into mine with some applied pressure and his bare chest made contact with the small of my back.
"See, just long but firm strokes, all the way up. And then down again."
The way he spoke got me in the mood and I closed my eyes as his groin pushed into me with some urgency. I welcomed the gesture with an equal thrust back. His hand tightened around mine as his left arm curled around my waist and he pulled my lightweight frame into him.
"All the way up, and all the way down." I intoned under my breath. "Nice...oh my! Long and firm strokes, up and down. Up and...gosh! And...down."
"Emma." He whispered into my left ear as his full lips nibbled the nape of my neck.
He pulled the collar of my tube top over my left shoulder and began to kiss my bared flesh with tiny butterfly smacks of the lips. I felt my legs turn to jelly as my right hand dropped and his free hand wormed its way down the front of my denim shorts. With my left hand I decided to help out and tugged the front zip of my shorts down so he could slide his hand to my trim pussy.
"Wilko." I whispered.
The young man guided the fingers of his right hand along my left inner thigh, crossing my abdomen to get there. As soon as he touched me there I gasped and closed my eyes. I backed into him hard and he took the hint and went lower and he put his middle digit in my dewy cunt!
"Oh, that's nice." I sighed as he nipped at my left earlobe with hard teeth and his thumb brushed my clitoris.
His hot breath and light flicks drove me crazy and my resolve vanished completely when he worked my shorts down my thighs and pulled them all the way down to my shoes. I kicked them off and tugged down my tube top and turned to face my new admirer. Naked save for socks and shoes I felt exhilarated and nervous with my pussy fully displayed for him to view. I positioned my feet apart and let Wilko put his hand to my cunt again. I kissed him as I went on tiptoe and moaned into his mouth.
