Author: Knight Title: Britney's Dark Desires Part: 1 Summary: The Princess of Pop is the Queen of the Poop-chute Keywords: MF, celeb, anal ---- Note From The Knight: I don't write many stories featuring celebrities, but I couldn't resist a dirtier take on the queen on the trailer park, Britney Spears. I can't personally vouch for her sexual tastes as described in this piece, but I have my suspicions... And remember: more feedback = more stories! ---- Britney's Dark Desires There's something about Britney Spears that would probably surprise the legions of bubblegum-chewing jailbait girls who buy her albums. No, it's not her well-publicised flirtation with bisexuality (after all, she spends a lot of time with budding young fans who'd do anything to get close to their hero), nor is it the fact that her career is based on her skill at the ancient art of fellatio. No, Britney's secret is much more intimate, and has been with her since she was a blossoming pre-teen herself. Give up? Well, it's this: the Princess of Pop is an anal fuck-toy. It started back in the trailer park. Britney, desperate to escape and make a name for herself, was offered the usual route out - sucking and fucking her way to the big city. The first man to make such an offer, shortly after the would-be starlet's tenth birthday, was a portly Texan gentleman who told the girl he could make her dreams come true, if she would only wrap those pretty pink lips around his stubby middle-aged prick. Young Britney, keen to make a good impression, sank to her knees with a grateful smile and proceeded to suck the wrinkled cock until the fat, sweating executive deposited a meagre streak of jism on her bubblegum-pink tongue. This scene was repeated time and time again through her pre-teen years, until, on the very day of her fourteenth birthday, a commercial promoter from LA decided that it was time to pop the slut's cherry. A combination of too much cocaine, a generous handful of lube, and a mis-timed thrust meant that Britney's first experience of fucking was a long, meaty prick violating her virgin asshole. The promoter was too far gone to care, or even notice, that he'd picked the wrong hole, and proceeded to bury his cock into her over and over again until he drained his balls deep into her velvety ass. >From that moment on, Britney was hooked. Every chance she would get, she'd spread her cheeks and present her tight little ass: record producers, interviewers, radio station execs, members of her stage crew... by the time she was a global superstar, that puckered little ring must have wrapped itself around dozens of throbbing cocks and hundreds of thrusting fingers. I know all this because I met Britney late in the summer of 2001, when she was one of the hottest properties in the world. We met in the bar of a hotel in New York (which shall remain nameless), after she'd escaped her minders for a few hours for a late-night drink, sneaking up to the fortieth-floor restaurant. We ended up talking in the dark bar, our faces illuminated only by the faint glimmer of the city lights beyond the broad windows, our fingers cradling heavy crystal tumblers of expensive scotch, our conversation soft and intimate. At the end of the evening, horny and a little enchanted by her naive charms, I invited her back to my room. When she eagerly agreed, I was certain I was dreaming - until, that is, she ran her fingers up my thigh and cupped my erect cock, licking her lips wickedly. We hurried back to my room, and the door barely had time to close before she ran to my bed, tugged up her tiny micro-skirt, pulled aside her pink thong and raised her ass high in the air. I was behind her in a heartbeat, stroking my hard, throbbing cock, reading to fuck this little pop tart until she begged for mercy, but I wasn't prepared for her to look back at me, moan sexily, and say "Fuck my ass, baby! Rape my fucking ass!" Well, who was I to disagree? I grinned wickedly, spat on her puckered anus, lined up the bulbous head of my eight-inch cock, slapped her perfect round ass cheeks hard, and plunged my rock-hard prick into the superstar's yielding, greedy ass. Her hole gaped generously, and I slid in with little resistance, until she squealed in pleasure as my heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against her moist (and, as far as I knew, still virgin) pussy. For the rest of that long, hot night, I fucked, filled and violated Britney's puckered pink hole. When she squatted on the floor, scooped my sticky cum from her abused ass, and licked it off her long, immaculately-manicured fingers, I couldn't contain myself, and shot long ropes of sticky white jizz across her face. Later, when I tied her up and fucked her gaping hole with an empty champagne bottle, I knew that she was an anal slut, and would be for all her life. Later still, exhausted, we held each other in bed and she told me her story - her first time, all the subsequent fucks she'd endured and enjoyed, the enormous cocks that had plundered her most intimate parts, the toys and the objects and, on one memorable occasion, the fist of a fifteen-year-old Seattle schoolgirl who had managed to sneak into the backstage area when Britney was feeling particularly horny... At last, as dawn stained the eastern sky, she fell asleep in my arms, a content smile on her lips. I never saw Britney again after that night - not in person, anyway. Sometimes, though, I watch her on TV shows, or I see her photograph in the newspaper, and I wonder what she's done to her ass that day. Even when she was pregnant with her first child, and now she's pregnant with her second, I know that she's getting that hot little ass filled every day, in every way. She might not be the Princess of Pop any more, but one thing's for sure: Britney Spears is an anal fuck-toy, and will be 'til the day she dies. ---- (c) Knight Of Passion 2006 Feedback, comments and criticisms gratefully received at knight-of-passion@hotmail.co.uk _________________________________________________________________ Be the first to hear what's new at MSN - sign up to our free newsletters! http://www.msn.co.uk/newsletters