S Club 7: Hannah (mf, mc, celeb, nc -> con, oral)
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S Club 7: Hannah (mf, mc, celeb, nc -> con, oral) by The Wandering
Crotch
It was a day like any other on the set of S Club 7, the sun was
out, the trees swayed in the
gentle breeze, and Hannah was once again running late for her call to
the set. Unlike most days,
however, today's scenes called for a blue shimmering dress shirt tied up
in a knot, tight navy bell
bottomed jeans, tall grey open toed platform shoes, and a big puffy
blond wig to cover her
normally short curls. To a casual observer one might have thought she
had just emerged from
the set of Soul Train.
"Shit, late again", she thought.
Making her way past extras, crew members, and the cast trailers,
she suddenly heard a puzzling noise. Her pace quickly slowed to a
crawl, eventually stopping all together. Curious, she craned her head
around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. There it was again.
. . .a barely audible hum. Hannah quickly glanced around to see if
anyone else had noticed it when she realized she was alone.
"What's one extra minute gonna hurt?", she said to herself.
Surrounded by sound stages, back drops, and trailers she pressed on
towards the trailer from which she thought she heard the noise. Again
she heard it, except louder this time. It seemed to be calling her
somehow, drawing her in. The closer she got to the trailer the louder
it became. It was also becoming more and more difficult it to think of
anything else, so much so that by the time she reached the trailer door
all thoughts of her scene, the show, even her name were lost to her. It
seemed now to her as she'd floated, rather than walked to the trailer.
As she reached to open the door it suddenly swung open as if by magic,
bathing the trailer's dim interior in the bright Florida sun. The hum
was now louder than ever, drawing her inexorably forward into the
nondescript trailer. Once inside the door quickly shut behind her, once
again cloaking the room in darkness. Being in stark contrast to the
world outside it took Hannah's eyes several moments to become accustomed
to her new surroundings. As she regained her sight, the noise that drew
her to the trailer in the first place also faded away. The fog in her
mind was lifted, causing her to realize for the first time true gravity
of her situation. The circumstances she was in quickly became clear to
her, and she instinctively spun around to face the way that she came,
only to collide with her captor. She leapt backwards in an attempt to
flee, but landed badly, falling onto her behind with her back to the
wall. Frightened, she flailed her legs about trying to escape further,
unknowingly backing herself deeper into the trailer.
"Careful, this isn't my trailer you know.", a young voice said.
"Who are you?", she quivered, her voice thick with her working
class British accent.
"My name's Jarod. . . .I guess you can say that I'm a fan."
Until now Hannah still harboured the hope that she might yet escape
this ordeal unscathed, but that hope now seemed to slip away. Taking a
closer look around the room all she saw was a small desk, a wooden
chair, and a brass bed next to which the man was now standing. The only
light in the room came through the slits caused by imperfections in the
blinds covering the trailer's two windows, providing enough light to see
shapes but very little else. The noonday sun cast thin yellow rays of
light through the shoddy blinds, enabling one to see the dust floating
lazily through the air.
"I know what you're thinking. 'I've been gone too long they must
be looking for me.'", he said,
"Actually, they've already gone to lunch."
"I can still. . . ."
"What? Scream? I picked this particular trailer for a reason,
it's one of the few trailers around here that have been soundproofed."
"Then how did I. . . ."
"Hear the hum? I get asked that all the time, I honestly can't
tell you. I'm not sure if I know how I do it myself.", he said looking
puzzled, "Please, I really don't want to hurt you, however, I will if
you make me. Do you understand?"
Seeing only one way out of this, Hannah slowly nodded her head.
"You have to believe me when I say I really didn't want to have to
do it this way", he said, pausing for several seconds, "Please. . .
.stand up."
Using the wall for balance Hannah pulled herself back up onto her
feet, wobbling a bit
from her fall. Sunlight from the one of the windows cut across Hannah's
slim figure, illuminating her body in strips making her look even more
like a prisoner.
Taking a sharp breath Jarod pushed aside whatever doubt remained in
his mind and stepped away from the brass bed.
"You're taller than I imagined. Um, take off your shirt. . .
.please." Jarod said, polite as ever.
Hannah opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words never
came, instead she resignedly looked down at the knot holding her shirt
closed and slowly began moving her hands toward it.
"On second thought, allow me.", he interjected.
Advancing from his place near the bed he made his way toward her,
allowing Hannah her first real look at her captor. Jarod really wasn't
she expected, he was actually quite handsome. He was about three or
four inches taller than herself, twenty or twenty-one years old with
spiky raven-coloured hair and piercing blue eyes. For a couple of
seconds she actually found herself staring into them before once again
realizing what he was about to do to her. Clenching her eyes shut she
awaited his rough hands upon her young and supple skin, but what she
felt instead was the warmth of his breath as he timidly smelled her
perfume. Opening her eyes she saw him right on front of her, no more
than inch away, now gazing deeply into her eyes.
"Your eyes are a beautiful shade of blue.", he whispered.
"Thank you.", she said, pushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
A part of her thought, "What the hell are you doing Hannah!?! This
guy's a psycho, and you're flirting with him!?!", while another part
countered, "But he's so cute. I think he just wanted to meet you and it
got out of hand. Look, if you saw this guy on the street you'd be
stepping over Rachel and Jo just to be the first to jump this guy, well
now's your chance."
"You're right.", she thought aloud.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing.", she said, grasping his hands and placing them on the
knot in her shirt.
Without a word he leaned in, kissing her deeply. Their tongues
intertwined, Jarod drank deeply of the sweetness in her mouth. Never in
his wildest dreams had Jarod imagined that he would one day be kissing
Hannah Spearritt, all of his fantasies were now being realized. Little
did he know that Hannah was now beginning to feel the same way. After
what seemed to be an eternity he broke the kiss, focusing for a moment
on the task at hand. Swiftly untying the knot, he swept the shimmering
dress shirt past her shoulders, revealing Hannah's pert breasts. Unable
to resist the sight before him, Jarod bent down placing his head, level
to Hannah's now exposed mammaries. After glancing up at her, as if for
permission, Jarod began to slowly trace circles around Hannah's right
nipple with his tongue, eliciting a low moan of approval from the
starlet. Encouraged by this, Jarod began to massage Hannah's left
breast, squeezing it and teasing her left nipple.
"Uuuuhhhh. . . .", she moaned, running her fingernails across
Jarod's scalp.
After a couple of minutes Jarod sensed that there were other parts
of her body that cried out for attention. Rising from his knees he gave
Hannah another quick kiss.
"Let's go to the bed.", she whispered.
Rather than verbalizing his agreement, Jarod instead swept Hannah
off of her feet, easily bearing her petite frame in his arms. Hannah,
surprised by Jarod's bold gesture let out a little peep, however she
quickly became accustomed to his grasp and threw her arms around his
neck drawing him close to kiss him once again. After lowering Hannah
onto the mattress Jarod could not help, but take a moment to admire his
prize.
"My God you're beautiful.", he mused.
Flattered by his compliment, Hannah leaned forward and slowly began
to unbutton Jarod's now wrinkled dress shirt. Pushing the shirt off of
his broad chest, Hannah peppered Jarod's torso and abdomen with kisses,
only stopping to tease his nipples with her tongue. Hannah worked her
way up past his shoulders and neck, her tongue once again finding a
place in his mouth. Breaking the kiss and kneeling before her, Jarod
began to slip off Hannah's tight hip- hugging jeans. Sliding past her
buttocks and hips, the pants soon found themselves on the dusty floor,
leaving Hannah clad only in a pair of white cotton panties. Leaning
back and breathing deeply, Hannah awaited her first real sexual
experience. This was, however, not a new experience for Jarod, he knew
exactly which buttons to press to make her scream. Working his way
between her legs Jarod could already smell the sweetness he was about to
sample, more importantly he could already see the effect he had had on
her so far. The crotch of her panties was already nearly transparent
with her juices. Gently lifting Hannah's buttocks, Jarod eased her
panties down her legs letting them fall to the floor, revealing Hannah's
moist albeit slightly hairy pussy. Unable to believe his luck Jarod
took several seconds to absorb the image in front of him. Hannah was
one of the most beautiful girls Jarod had ever seen, and little did
Jarod know, but he was the first man to ever see her like this. Jarod,
wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as possible began to tease
Hannah, letting his warm breath wash over her moist, pink pussy, and
covering her thighs with his kisses.
". . . .please. . . .I can't wait any longer. . . .", she said
between gasps.
In truth Jarod could not wait any longer either. Finally giving
in, Jarod began to tongue and probe the folds of Hannah's pussy. Her
taste and scent flooding his senses, Jarod began to bob his head,
pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into Hannah's womanhood, nearly
driving her over the edge, and causing her to moan loudly.
"Oooohhhh. . . .Jarod. . . .God. . . .", Hannah gasped.
Pleased with his performance so far, Jarod slowly began to insert,
first one, then two fingers into Hannah's pussy, the moisture of her
arousal easily lubricating her passage. Jarod began thrusting slowly at
first to allow her adjust to this new intrusion, Hannah, however, was
soon grinding her hips forward in order to force his hand even deeper
into her body. As his finishing blow Jarod began to tease Hannah's
clit, at first flicking it with his tongue, then sucking it as hard as
he could. No longer able to cope with such immense pleasure Hannah
started to buck and quiver uncontrollably, ending her orgasm with a
blood-curdling scream.
"I take it you enjoyed yourself.", Jarod said coyly, gesturing to
his hand covered in her come.
Unable to speak Hannah instead slid off of the bed pinning Jarod to
the floor and kissing him forcefully.
"One good turn deserves another, right?", she asked seductively as
she moved closer and closer to his now throbbing member.
"If that's how things operate in Britain, who am I to argue?", he
quipped nervously.
Now that she looked at it, the bulge in Jarod's pants seemed
particularly large, making Hannah a little bit nervous. Undoing the
button and unzipping his fly Hannah slowly pulled off Jarod's black
chinos, leaving them in a crumpled ball next to her discarded underwear.
Even with his silk boxers still on, Hannah marveled at the size of
Jarod's swollen genitalia. Looking down, Jarod could see the look of
bewilderment on Hannah's face, and indulged himself with a wry
half-smile.
"Are you okay down there?", Jarod said jokingly.
"Ask me that in a second.", she said, as she grasped the waistband
of Jarod's black boxers.
In one deft motion Hannah easily slid off Jarod's shorts, finally
freeing his aching prick.
"Wow.", Hannah said wide-eyed, causing Jarod to chuckle lightly.
Unsure of exactly what to do Hannah began to experiment gently
running her tongue along the length of Jarod's nine inch penis,
occasionally nipping its tip. After lubricating it in it's entirely,
Hannah slowly began to take it into her mouth. At first she only kept
the head of Jarod's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it,
but as she became more and more comfortable Hannah swallowed more and
more of his shaft, Jarod's dick eventually hitting the back of her
throat. More than anything Jarod enjoyed looking down at her as she
blew him, he loved the look on her sweet face as she bobbed up and down
on his member.
After several minutes Jarod started to feel a churning in his
balls, a sure sign of his impending orgasm. Not wanting to waste it on
a blowjob Jarod gently coaxed Hannah's mouth off of his prick, and
placed her on the edge of the bed resting her feet on his shoulders.
"Are you ready?", he asked concernedly.
After nodding affirmative, Hannah prepared herself for the coming
pain, meanwhile Jarod readied himself, placing his still-hard penis at
the entrance to Hannah's now sopping pussy. Seconds later Hannah could
feel the tip of Jarod's penis inside of her, it was bigger than anything
she felt so far. Inching further and further, Jarod advanced until the
whole of his length was inside her.
"Are you alright?", asked Jarod.
"Uh-huh. . . .", she gasped.
Hearing her reply Jarod began to establish a rhythm, slowly at
first then building to a steady pace. It was tighter than Jarod had
expected, it felt at if Hannah's pussy was hanging off of his prick.
For her part Hannah was coping quite well, within minutes she began
meeting him with each thrust, pushing his cock even deeper into her wet
hole. Spreading her legs into the missionary position Jarod came down
upon her sticking his tongue deeply into her waiting mouth, at the same
massaging her lemon-sized tits. Hannah could barely believe what was
happening to her, these new sensations dancing across her body were
better than anything she had ever felt. As Jarod began to tease and
pinch her nipples Hannah was pushed over the edge and she began to
shudder uncontrollably emitting squeals of delight. Seeing this
wonderful event Jarod was also driven to orgasm and groaned deeply as he
shot into Hannah, her pussy milking his prick for all it was worth. As
they simultaneously climaxed, seconds seemed to flow into hours,
eventually however the feelings subsided bringing the couple back to
Earth basking in a post-coital glow.
Jarod quickly recomposed himself, finally realizing that Hannah
might be beginning to be missed on the set. They dressed in silence,
the one inevitable question lingering in both their minds.
"I have to go now.", Jarod said softly, giving Hannah one last
kiss.
"Jarod. . . .can I see you again sometime?", she asked sweetly, as
he turned towards the trailer door.
Hearing her question, Jarod stopped dead in his tracks. Turning
back slowly to meet her gaze it took a moment for the words to come.
"We'll meet again, I promise.", said Jarod.
And with that, he opened the door and vanished into the sunny
afternoon.
T H E E N D
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