5. Born To Make You Happy
Britney smiled at me in a wickedly seductive way, I wondered what was going through her mind as she told me that she was thinking of some way for me to make it up to her. I had done something pretty serious in blackmailing her into sex with made up video footage of her sucking me off, she'd be well within her rights to do anything to me. However, she appeared to be thinking of something pretty sexy, we'd hit it off pretty well and I kind of felt Britney's forfeit for me would involve something more fun and sexy.
I had thought that I was really in love with Britney before this evening, with the Britney I had seen in videos and interviews. However, I was now far more in love with the real Britney, the Britney who had let me fuck her in the arse, the Britney who had poured out her tragic and emotional life story to me and had made me pity her as much as I wanted her. She had made me feel that I would like to do anything for her, do anything to make it better, to make her happy. So, whatever it was that Britney was thinking of that I could do for her, I was more than happy to do it. She'd made me experience greater pleasure than I thought possible and now there was nothing I wanted more than to do the same for her.
Britney was still naked, her beautiful, curvaceous body stretched out on her bed in front of me all through telling her story, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings. There were moments of her story that were really hot and had me getting turned on a little. Even despite two orgasms already this evening, my naked cock was already becoming quite firm again. Obviously, the arousing recollections of her past experiences with Justin and Christina were having a similar effect on Britney and her own member stuck out from her smooth body, hard and erect and crying out for relief. Britney reached her hand down to her cock and licked her lips, before speaking to me:
"You used your pretend camera to get sexual favours from me," Britney said, "It's only fair I to make it up to me you service me a little. You know, despite my abilities at cocksucking, I've never had somebody else give me head."
I was, I'll admit, a little surprised and taken aback by this, what should I have expected though, really? I had after all offered to do anything for her and, let's face it, when I said that, sexual favours weren't exactly the furthest thing from my mind. So this request shouldn't have come as a shock, particularly after her story, but I hadn't quite yet managed to square my fantasy feminine Britney with that part of her anatomy that I was now staring at and that was decidedly masculine. Still, that didn't mean that I wasn't attracted by the proposition. Britney said that this was something that she'd never done before and she wasn't alone in that, if nobody had ever given her head before then you'd better remember that I'd never given it either. I have to say, the prospect of doing something sexual, whatever it was, to Britney Spears for the first time filled me with excitement and arousal. Just think of all those people, and I was definitely one of them, who'd fantasised about deflowering her when there was all that publicity about Britney being a virgin and then you'll know how I felt right then at the prospect. I'd said that I would do anything for her and I would, right at that moment making her happy was my main concern, although I wouldn't be averse to something that would make me happy at the same time.
As her story progressed, I'd found myself putting myself in her shoes, wondering what it would be like to have been Britney, to have lived through all those experiences. The way she looked when she talked about her first sexual experiences, when she talked about sucking Justin's cock, there was a twinkle in her eyes and a twitch of arousal in her cock that made me wonder what it would be like to be her, what it would be like to be there on my knees, taking a hard cock into my mouth and sucking on it. I have to confess that for a fleeting moment the thought was a real turn-on and now those thoughts came flooding back into my head and I was becoming pretty excited by the possibility of trying out what it would feel like. I smiled at Britney and in tat smile she could obviously sense my acceptance of what she asked me to do. Her face was filled with a sparkling white smile and she leapt up off the bed and clapped her hands together like an over-enthusiastic child, bouncing up and down in a way that made her pert breasts and hardening cock bounce around with her.
"You'll do it," she said excitedly, "I can't believe this is actually happening" (believe me, Britney, neither can I, I thought) "You're the greatest guy ever."
With this, she threw her arms happily around my neck and covered my face with kisses. Any doubts or worries that I had about doing this evaporated in that moment when I saw how thrilled even the thought of it made her. Her enthusiasm was rubbing off on me, meanwhile her cock was rubbing against mine and stirring some fierce longings in me. Slightly reluctantly, I unwrapped Britney from around my shoulders and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Lie back down and open your legs," I said to her, "And I'll try and give you all the pleasure you give me."
Smiling obediently, Britney lay back down on the bed, stretching the whole of her beautiful body out in front of me, her breasts and cock protruding up enticingly from her flat waist. With her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, and her feet resting on the floor, Britney opened up her stockinged legs and allowed me to kneel down on the floor, my head between her smooth thighs, my lips inches from her cock.
"Bear with me Britney," I said to her, "I haven't done this before so I might not be very good at it."
"Less talk," she replied, "Just suck me off."
Although I'd never done this before, I had some idea of what I liked when girls sucked my dick and I think I'd been given some insight into what Britney liked and, in having Britney suck me off earlier that evening, I'd had the privilege of a masterclass from a true expert cocksucker. So, I kind of felt like maybe I could know a little what I was doing. I didn't want to go straight for her cock, enticing as it increasingly was. For one, I wanted to tease her a little, draw out the pleasure for her, but I also just didn't feel confident enough in my cocksucking skills to go straight for it. So, I put my lips to her thighs and began to give her little kisses, soon extending my tongue to give little flicks of it around her thigh, moving ever closer to her cock and balls. Meanwhile, I felt with my hand to find her ever more firm cock and began to stroke it. I knew this would be easier than moving straight to having it in my mouth, it wasn't after all that different from stroking my own member. As I slowly stroked my hand up and down Britney's cock she gave a moan of appreciation which told me that I must have been doing something right.
This appreciation stirred me on to wanting to do more for her, wanting not just to hear her moan for me but to scream and yell with orgasmic pleasure. So now, I moved my mouth towards her awaiting cock. I continued to stroke Britney's shaft as I extended my tongue to touch lightly against the base of her cock, just where it joined her smooth, shaved balls. I felt a momentary thrill and stirring of excitement at this, my first taste of Britney's, or any, cock. My own was now growing almost as hard and erect as hers. Languidly, I ran my tongue up the length of her shaft towards the head, as if licking delicious ice cream from a spoon. I got a great taste like that now, as my tongue flicked over the swollen purple head of the pop superstar's erect cock. I put my lips to it and kissed, opening my mouth to take in some of the salty taste of her pre-cum. Britney moaned again with pleasure and, possibly, a little impatience, willing me to get on with sucking her cock.
Here goes nothing, I thought, and opened my lips further to allow the head of Britney's cock inside me. "Oh yeah, that's it," came her moan, encouraging me to go further. I'd had girls take all my cock into their mouths without any seeming effort, hell Britney earlier was one of them, and, in watching porn, I'd seen them swallow cocks twice the size of mine, but for me this first time it wasn't as easy as all that. I opened my mouth and took in the first couple of inches but that was all, my mouth was completely full. For the first time the thought "how do those girls do that?" occurred to me. Even being able to take less than half of Britney's member in at first, I continued to pleasure her as best I could. Caressing the head of her cock with my tongue, I tried to relax my throat to allow me to draw more of her cock inside my mouth without gagging, all the while continuing to further stimulate her by stroking my hand up the rest of her exposed shaft.
"Fuck yes," Britney moaned, impassioned, her head thrown back on the bed, "God, this is amazing."
With some persistence, I had managed to get most of the length of Britney's cock inside me and, let me tell you, even though my own cock wasn't even being touched, it was one of the best, sexiest moments of my life. I mean, here I was, feeling closer to my ultimate fantasy girl than I had ever thought possible, even to being joined with her, to feel a part of her inside me. Her cock felt warm, throbbing, excited, alive against my tongue. I didn't want this exquisite moment to end but I longed to feel Britney squirt her juices into me, down my throat.
