Holly in Green

[mattbuck]

The following is a story involving Holly Willoughby (apparently #3 fantasy splosh victim) and Dougie Poynter of McFly. I'm sure this never happened, and that both are virgins of the most pure calibre.


Dougie watched the TV monitor in the Ministry of McFly Mayhem dressing room, wishing the camera would cut away from that stupid guy who was apparently gay from Big Brother two hundred and forty seven doing some stupid dance and on to the sexy princess in the box who was failing miserably to guess the song. It was never about getting it right – people didn’t want that. It was about getting a sexy woman in a long black dress plastered in gunge. He surreptitiously rubbed himself as another bucket went over her head, the black dress stuck slick to her beautiful slimed breasts. It would be at least another twenty minutes until they were needed on set, and he was horny enough…

He slipped out the door, ignoring Danny, heading straight towards the set, until he was standing behind the MDF set, peering through a crack.

“Stay tuned, we’ll be right back with all-new Pet Alien.” Holly announced, a puddle of green gunge forming under her. Someone yelled cut, and Holly started moving offstage, making squelching noises with every step.

“Remember Holly, you can’t get rid of the gunge. Fifteen minutes everyone!”

Dougie raced back down the corridors, plucking a flower from a vase on his way, until he was standing in front of Holly’s dressing room. The door was unlocked, so he went inside, pulled off his shirt and sat in a chair, waiting. Eventually, the door opened, and in walked his green-slicked goddess.

“Hey babe, want to fuck?” He asked.

She smiled at him – they’d started their… fuck-friendship… the first time they’d met on the set, a blowjob in the broom cupboard in an advert break. They’d met a few other times, each time she taught him something new about how to pleasure women. And the rest of the band never knew.

He sat back as she ran her wet hands over his chest, waited until she’d undone his belt and pushed it down his legs before he stopped her – he didn’t want to cum from her slippery hands on his cock. He stood and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips hungrily, excited by the sheen of her dress and the wetness soaking through his boxers. God he loved gunge. He wished he could get with Holly sometime, on a hot day, with just a paddling pool of the stuff. That… oh yeah.

He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the dress fall until it was just a wet pile on the floor at the feet of a naked woman.

“Lie down.” He commanded, getting rid of his boxers. He knelt over her, his hands immediately going to her breasts, kneading and caressing. He couldn’t really get enough of a grip on the slippery globes to tweak the nipples, so he ended up just flicking them lightly. He grinned. Time for fun.

He leant forward so his cock was sitting between the two beautiful (green slimed) tits, then pressed them against it, and started moving in and out, fucking her breasts, and delighting in the feeling of the soft, slick globes against his hot, hard cock. Holly had one hand stroking her pussy, the other probing his ass. She found what he knew she was looking for when he felt a surge of pleasure through his body. He gripped her tits harder, trying to make the fuckpassage he’d created tighter as she rubbed her finger over his prostate, making him shoot cum all over her neck and chest. He closed his eyes, allowing the orgasm to take him fully. Sated, he collapsed backwards.

They were quiet for a while, then Dougie got up and started getting dressed. He pulled a package from his pocket, forestalling the question he knew she was about to ask.

“It’s a remote-control vibrator. The control’s attached to my bass, have fun while we play.”

He grinned, and left the room, looking back over his shoulder to see Holly rubbing the cum into her slick, soft flesh.

He’d do a bit of improv in the song, he decided.

[uniformedmess]

Absolutely filthy and fantastic Matt