Making love to the celeb's ass and feet.
Yes, this is a foot fetish story. There's other stuff, too, like blowjobs and ass-fucking. But if feet aren't your thing, this ain't for you.
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I was at a charity fundraiser, which, I was told beforehand, would play host to a number of celebrity guests. Standing in my best suit sipping a glass of champagne, I scanned the venue in the hopes of finding someone I recognised; sure enough, the more I looked, the more celebs I found.
I glimpsed Brooklyn Decker, wearing a tiny blue dress that showed off her beautiful features. I recognised Emilia Clarke of
Game of Thrones
fame, who was fixed into a complicated green outfit that accentuated her hips and legs. I saw Jessica Chastain, who had her red hair styled into curls and her impressive rack squeezed into a boob-tastic black dress. She looked ravishing, and I considered approaching her and chatting her up, but just as I attempted to muster some courage I heard a voice behind me.
"Nice shindig, huh?"
Surprised, I spun around to find
The Amazing Spider-Man
star Emma Stone smiling at me. Her hair was blonde and beautiful, looking similar to her character of Gwen Stacy. Her pale skin contrasted with her deep purple dress, which came down to her knees and showed off her slender legs. Her lips gleamed, her eyes sparkled, and there she stood, smiling. Simply put, she looked... well, amazing.
"Uh, yeah, it is!" I replied.
She noticed my nervousness instantly, and laughed. "Oh, man, that is
hilarious
." She put out her hand and offered a handshake. "I'm Emma, by the way."
"I certainly know who you are," I said, smiling as I clasped my hand against hers.
"Right," she smiled back.
I shook her hand, introduced myself, flirted a little and threw a dorky little gag in there, just for good measure. It didn't take long for me to feel a connection between us. At first I thought I was crazy; I mean, I was attempting to flirt with a Hollywood actress, for Christ's sake. But Emma was electrifying β she was breezy, honest, funny and beautiful.
After a period of time we had moved towards the bar, sipping small glasses of champagne. We hadn't stopped talking; it was like we were high schoolers at a party. When she wasn't looking I would stare at her, gazing at her legs and feet, lingering on her wonderful hair and pretty face. The crowd in the fundraiser was dwindling, and just as I worried the buzz was starting to die down, Emma put a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm having a tremendous amount of fun here, but I think I know something else we could do," she said.
"What did you have in mind?" I quizzed.
"Well... how about you accompany me back to my hotel?"
I stood, taken aback and overwhelmed with excitement. Finally, I picked my jaw off the floor and stuttered out a response. "Uh... yes! Yes, I would love to."
Emma smiled. "Awesome." She looked side to side, then leaned in. "Okay, follow me, we're gonna have to go with my security people."
She lead a trail through the crowd towards two similar-looking men in suits, who in turn lead us to a silver car waiting outside. The car ride was short and sharp, with a little bit of small talk helping calm my nerves. But then it hit me that I was sitting in a car with Emma Stone, on the way to her hotel, and hopefully about to have sex with her, and I almost fell to pieces.
Luckily, the driver announced the trip was over, whereby Emma thanked him and pushed her way out of the car. I followed suit, entering the gleaming hotel door and following her footsteps. I watched her walk, trailing my eyes up and down. She cocked her head and gave me a heart-melting, sultry smile, and stopped in front of room number 121. She thrust the key in the slot, turned the knob, ushered me inside and closed the door behind her.
"Alright, listen," she said, turning to face me. "I'm gonna put this out there: I want to have sex with you."
I stared into her deep, piercing eyes and nodded slowly.
"And I know you want to have sex with me because of how you acted tonight." Before I could ask what that meant, Emma shook her head. "Which was incredibly sweet and lovely, by the way. But we're not going to rush it, okay?"
My heart was close to stopping. "Okay," I replied softly.
"Okay," she said, closing her eyes and smiling, leaning in and offering me a kiss. Of course I accepted, closing my own eyes and turning my head to meet her oncoming lips. The kiss was alleviating and wonderful, and I moved my hand towards her head. I put my hand through Emma's hair, feeling her lovely blonde locks as we continued to make out.
We moved to the bed and locked lips once again, exploring the wetness of each other's mouths. I put my arms around her and added my tongue to the equation, which was met by an audible groan from the sexy starlet.
"Not going to rush it, remember?" she whispered.
"Right," I replied, standing up slowly and taking off my jacket.
We conversed for a little while, laughing and sharing stories. But I was getting restless. I wanted to fuck her, and so I tried to push things along.
"I never told you how beautiful you looked," I gushed.
"Aw, thank you," was her response. "There were a lot of pretty ladies there tonight. What did you think of them? Too demure, or too sexy?"
"Well," I replied, "I don't think there was anything too promiscuous, so..."
"Didn't you see Jessica Chastain? Her boobs were almost bursting out of her dress!" she gestured to create two globes around her breasts with her hands. "I don't have much to offer in the chest department, I'm afraid."
"I'm sure that's not true," I assured. Then, with a kiss, "Besides; I'm more of an ass man, anyway."
"Is that so?" she smiled. I started walking towards her and unbuttoned my shirt. I watched Em loosen up and slip off her right shoe, extending her leg and flexing her toes.