DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction(we can wish right) and is purely my own fantasy. It involves several celebrities from YouTube sensations to Film stars, whom I don't know personally(again I can wish) or know of their sexual orientation. This story depicts males in sexual situations. Thank you for reading. Feel free to contact me on teacher8715@yahoo.com.
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BECAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
After a great night with Tom Holland I felt strangely used and abused and it was hard to keep my mind on what was going on in my life. Maybe my title should not be Porter to the Stars but more like Prostitute to the stars. But I would take that any day these young stars needing to get their rocks off I was more then happy to be their dumping ground.
I lived by three simple rules when it came to shagging at work.
1)Never get paid
2)Be attracted to them
3)It must be in the private of a hotel room
Well that was before what happened in the bar the night after Tom Holland.
I was surving and covering reception at the time 1AM and Cameron was drunk, he had got to the point where we all know he should not be given any more but telling some celebrities that they shouldn't have any more is harder said then done and this sometimes ended with big issues especially as he was paying alot extra to have the bar open to late. I was always glad when others was in the bar. As I went to kick the drunk Cameron out he reacted like I had never seen before so dominant and not in a sexy way. I love submission and not having control but this was diferent. As I approached him he had an evil grin on his face. "If you want me to leave we are gonna play a game. It's I fuck you so hard that you cry."
"Thats not a game Cam." I said nervous.
As I placed my hand on his shoulder I instantly regretted it there was a look of I really don't know but pure evil. "Well you let Tom fuck you why not me." He grabbed my hand and twisted it round the back of me. "I said why not me." I felt his free hand round the front unbuttoning my belt to my tight trousers. "Am I not fit enough." He undid my belt and then undid the button, "Is it cause of my hair." Sobbing and unable to respond he pulled down my trousers. "Oh or do you prefer to do it in a hotel room on a bed."
Sobbing I looked in the mirror and then up at the security camera, "Yes I only do it in hotel rooms."
I heard him unzip his trousers, "Shame I prefer a nice public fuck and I get what I want so make this easy or hard."
I really hoped the night manager was watching this and was coming to save me but the painful truth was no one was saving me as I pleaded, "No, please don't..." It was at that moment he rammed his 11 inch horribly thick cock into my ass. I screamed. Tears fled my eyes and I wanted the night to be done already.
"You love it don't you." The speed was as much of the torture with his slow hard rough assaults on my arse. He released my hand and grabbed my shirt ripping it open, "You let Tom rip it." He paused, "Didn't you." He had somehow slipped my shoes off and without thinking I stepped out of my trousers.
"It wasn't my..." I blubbered my cock soft.
"So I'm not as good as Tom." His dicking was slowly becoming faster, "Tell me to stop then." By this time my sobbing was uncontrolable and I couldn't speak. "Why so serious." He yanked the shirt which had no buttons left onto the floor and then thrust and hit the perfect spot and I let out the first moan of pleasure. "What was that then?" I still couldn't speak as he picked me up and put me on the bar I was looking at the most furocious fuck I had ever had. The confusion on my face must have been a picture as he drove in me repeatly he held me close as he fucked me deep. "Tell me what your thinking?"
My cock was rubbing between us, it had began to get harder, "Can we go to your room please."
"Wheres the fun in that." He said as he again threw his cock in me.
"Ok, just do it then." I locked into his eyes as he smiled.
"Thats how I like it." His monster was deep in me and it was still insanely painful but I loved the feeling and it wasn't till he pulled out completely I felt empty not the empty inside which I had first felt emotionally but empty in my ass. "Tell me should we stop."
"No." I said crying. I braced myself as I wrapped my legs around him his cock teasing my ass. "Please don't stop."
He drove in me to hold me in place and started to walk with me wrapped around his waist. He put me on one of the tables where there was still a few glasses my arms grabbed the table knocking the glasses onto the floor before he pulled out and penetrated his eyes glazed over and as I lent in for a kiss he growled, "No, I'm a real man I just need ass."
"I'm sorry." I continued to hold on the table as it rocked forward and backward before I felt him slow.
He slowed to a methodical pace as he moaned, "I'm cumin you whore." I was so close I went to move my hand to my cock to cum myself but he just slapped it away. He stopped looked at me in intense hate, "Here take this." He said pulling out his wallet and throwing a tenner on me. "It's about how much that was worth. Don't touch your cock thinking about me ever puff."
With that he put his cock back got dressed and exausted I dare not touch my cock but I knew that I would be breaking rule 3 alot more.
About ten minutes later I hadn't moved and my manager walked in the bar. He smiled at me. "I think we will keep the CCTV footage between us. You should do more shows tho." As he turned and laughed I slung my head back hitting my head on the table.