"The Accidental Slut" with Kristin Kreuk
The Accidental Slut
Author = Author (funny, huh?)
Celebrity names = Kristin Kreuk
Codes = (Mf, reluctant, anal)
This story is the product of an overactive imagination. That means it’s completely fake. It also contains adult language and acts of a sexual nature. It either one bothers you, stop right here.
Kristin walked into Vancouver’s Westin Grand hotel and looked around. She was somewhat leery of this building, as the last time she’d been in it had been for her infamous photo shoot for Arena magazine. She’d been all of nineteen at the time, and it had been her first major solo shoot. Her manager and parents had both offered to come with her as support, but she had been adamant about going alone, figuring it was time for her to start acting like an adult.
The problem was the magazine had also thought it was time for her to start acting like an “adult.” They had wanted her to pose nearly nude, and only an overwhelmed crying jag had gotten them to relent and allow her to wear a pair of boy shorts in one series of photos instead of the teeny thong they had wanted.
She was here to meet a producer of a movie in which she was up for a major part. The role was juicy, with strong dialogue and an equally strong plot, but like many Hollywood movies, the character was a prostitute, and as written, the part would require a fair amount of nudity from her.
Nudity in and of itself was not something Kristin was opposed to, as long as it was needed by the plot and not gratuitous “fan service.” She had a lot of young girls who were looking up to her to be an example for them, so she was extremely careful about any job that wanted her to show skin.
Trying to shake off a case of the willies, Kristin walked into an elevator and rode it up to the fifteenth floor before stepping out and finding the room she’d been told to visit. When she knocked, the door was opened and she was chagrined to see that this suite had the same view of Vancouver as she’d had when modeling for Arena. Just another bad memory.
“Come in, Miss Kreuk, come in,” the producer said.
“Hi, Mr. Edwards,” Kristin replied. She was nervous, but relaxed a little bit when she realized he was the only one in the suite besides her.
“Please, call me Ted,” Mr, Edwards asked as he shook her hand and gestured to a spot on the couch opposite from where he was sitting.
That earned him her first big smile of the day. “That would be my pleasure, Ted. In that case, please call me Kristin.”
They spent the next half hour discussing the movie and the part for which she was being considered. Then Ted asked Kristin to read some lines he had marked in the script he handed over to her. For being a cold read, Kristin thought she did pretty well and had hopes he would think so, too.
“That was good,” Ted said, as he took back the script. “We’ve already got our male lead cast, but before we fly you to Hollywood to test with him…” Ted paused, as he knew this would be a touchy subject with Kristin, “…I have to know if you can handle the nudity required by the part.”
Kristin had wondered if this would come up today, but she was ready with her reply. She and her manager had decided this was the kind of movie that could catapult her career, and that the nudity as written was a necessary and tasteful part of the role. So, she marshaled her courage and said, “Yes. We’ve read the script and reviewed the nudity required. It will be a first for me, but I can handle it.”
“That’s nice,” Ted said, “but I meant I have to know you can handle it. The studio doesn’t want another movie where a starlet accepts the role and gets on set only to balk at doing the nudity she is contractually required to perform.”
“What do they want?” Kristin asked.
Ted looked away from Kristin, as he was embarrassed to have to say this. “They need you to undress for me, right here in this suite. I am required to photograph you and bring the results back to the studio before they will consider you for the role.” He finally looked up at her. “I am sorry to have to ask this of you, but there’s no other way.”
Kristin was shocked and idly fumbled with one of the buttons on her cardigan sweater as she thought. She paid little attention as Ted dug into his luggage and pulled out a digital SLR camera and got it ready. All she was thinking about was that which was being asked of her.
Jesus! What is it about this fucking hotel anyway? Both times I’ve come here, someone has wanted me to strip. Only this time, I’ve got more on the line than just my modesty. Kristin thought about what to do, and she argued back and forth in her mind until she realized she had already decided to show almost everything she had in this movie. So why not start now? If I get the movie, Ted’s going to see me naked anyway.
“Okay, Ted,” Kristin said with a shaky voice. “I’ll do it. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Pose for me clothed first, Kristin,” Ted said. “I want to get you relaxed and comfortable with me before you start to undress.”
Ted then took a number of shots of Kristin on the couch, from sitting to laying out completely, before asking her to undo her first two buttons. Kristin easily complied and was only showing a little skin just below her neck. I showed more skin on Smallville every day, she thought.
Ted sucked in a breath at Kristin’s breathtaking beauty once she turned on the charm. He continued to shoot, and soon had her sweater unbuttoned to her sternum, showing the juncture of the black bra she was wearing beneath the dark blue sweater.
When he saw the bra had a front hook, Ted asked Kristin to go ahead and unhook it now. This was the first request of his which gave her pause, but she did as he wanted and unfastened it. The two halves of her bra still loosely covered her breasts beneath the sweater, but there was no telling what they’d do once the sweater came open.
On and on the modeling went, with Kristin finding herself surprisingly comfortable with taking off her clothes. Maybe it was because it was a purely professional thing, or maybe because Ted was just one guy, or maybe it was because he was working so hard at be respectful and making her feel at ease…maybe a combination of all three.
The sweater was off now, and Kristin’s B-cup breasts were still mostly covered by the loose bra. But instead of having her take it off, he left it and had her unbutton and unzip her jeans, before rolling them down a turn to expose the top of the black panties that matched her bra. The bra didn’t come completely open until he ordered her to lay down on the couch, and then it fell open on its own.
“So gorgeous,” Ted said, as he clicked one shot after another. “Such magnificent breasts.”
Kristin snorted at the compliment. “I know how small they are, Ted. You don’t need to butter me up; I’ve already agreed to strip.”
“But they are magnificent, Kris,” Ted replied. “Small, yes. But also firm and beautiful.” Ted clicked some more shots. “Now, lift your ass and begin to wiggle those jeans off for me. Take your time. Be sexy.”
Fifteen minutes later, Kristin was wearing only her black boy shorts and facing away from the camera while bending over to touch her toes. She had spent several minutes bent over, with the last two minutes spent looking back at Ted through the gap between her legs. He was far enough back to get her whole body in frame, but he made sure to get her panty-clad ass in focus.
“Keep your head where it is, Kristin,” Ted said, “but reach up with your hands and start to pull down your panties.”
“Okay.” Kristin’s blood had been rushing to her head for several minutes now and she was a bit woozy, so she didn’t quite realize taking off her panties in this pose would bare her pussy to Ted’s camera, a fact he hadn’t even considered. He just thought the pose would be hot with her ass so prominently on display.
But as Kristin’s panties came down, Ted quickly realized her pussy was showing and he couldn’t stop himself from taking a number of photos of it, even some zoomed-in shots.
“That’s it, Kris,” Ted said. “You’re going to be such a deliciously hot whore.” His voice was almost as excited as his cock was, and he’d been sporting an erection for the last half hour. But Ted didn’t know he wasn’t the only one turned on inside his suite.
Kristin had been mortified at first to discover that allowing a man she barely knew to have control of her and order her to take off her clothing piece by piece was such a huge turn on. And letting him see her naked, much less allowing him to photograph her that way, just added to her arousal, so much so that her pussy was glistening with wetness as her panties hit the floor. Ted led Kristin into the bedroom after that, and even though her pussy would never be in a shot in the movie due to ratings restrictions, Ted decided to go for broke and ask her to show it to him.
“Get on the bed, Love, and spread your legs for me.” Lost in a sexual haze, Kristin did as ordered and opened her legs wide, baring her most intimate treasure to a man she barely knew. Ted saw her wetness this time; there was no mistaking it. “I bet you’d like a cock in your pussy right about, Kris.”
She still had some presence of mind, and was embarrassed by his comment, but that was mostly because she knew it was true. She was as horny as Hell and needed to get fucked.
“Yesssss,” she hissed. “I need cock. Hard cock. In me. Fucking me.”
Ted set down his camera and began to strip. “Play with yourself, Kris,” he said, as he continued to undress as fast as he could. “I wouldn’t want you to dry up before I can get to you.”
Kristin began to finger her pussy, and by the time Ted was naked, she had two fingers mercilessly fucking herself. Ted pulled her hand away and lifted her legs, pushing her ankles up next to her ears. As he pressed the head of his cock up against her wet slit, he ordered, “Tell me what you want, Kris.”
“Cock!” she screamed. “I need your cock! Fuck meeeeeee!” Ted flexed his hips and slid his cock inside her steaming wetness. “Ahhhhh yyyyyeeeeeesssss!” Kristin shouted.
Kristin couldn’t quite believe how long and thick Ted’s cock was; it felt to her like she was being split in two by a telephone pole. It was considerably larger than what she was used to getting from her boyfriend, and once her tight pussy adjusted, the extra size just added to her pleasure.
Ted fucked Kristin hard and wild, pounding her deep with each stroke, while she did what she could from her awkward position to fuck back against him. She was nothing more than a bitch in heat at the moment, and she loved it.
Ted loved it too. He had come up here ashamed of having to ask a seemingly modest actress to strip for him and allow him to photograph her body, but now that was all gone, as she’d begged him to fuck her, and he had no problems with doing that.
The intensity of the sex and the added excitement of cheating on her boyfriend had Kristin on the verge of an orgasm in no time. Ted would have come long before, except he’d jacked off before the meeting in an effort at avoiding an embarrassing erection while interviewing the Canadian goddess.
Kristin finally came with a shout, and her walls tightened around Ted’s cock, gripping it, demanding its semen, but Ted kept right on pounding her, not even taking a moment’s rest to allow her to enjoy the orgasm that was sweeping outward from her overwhelmed pussy to the far corners of her body.
“Oh fuck!” Kristin pleaded. “Please! Let me…uurrrrrfff!…catch my….uunnngggghhh!…breath.”
But Ted kept methodically hammering away, and soon, Kristin was begging him to fuck her harder and faster instead of taking a break. Her second orgasm was just as intense as the first one. Once again her body clamped down and tried to drag an orgasm from her lover.
Ted, however, pulled his cock out of Kristin’s pussy the moment she climaxed. He lifted her ass a little bit higher in the air and stabbed his greasy cock into her asshole while she was still in the throes of her second orgasm. That forced entry caused Kristin to give a different kind of scream. Her hole burned as Ted grunted and pushed more and more of his cock inside of her. She was nearly crying by the time Ted bottomed out in her ass and finally stopped to let her body adjust to its invader.
“God that hurts!” Kristin whimpered. “Take it out.”
“No,” Ted said curtly. “You’ll adjust, and when you do, I’m gonna fuck that ass…and you’re gonna love it.”
Kristin’s feet were still up next to her ears, leaving her completely at Ted’s mercy. She wasn’t able to fight him even if she wanted to, and she had to admit he’d just fucked her better than she’d ever been fucked in her life. Not that the distinction meant much. She’d only had one serious boyfriend in her life and only one sexual partner. Thinking of how she’d just cheated on that boyfriend gave Kristin a pang of guilt, a feeling that didn’t pass away until Ted flexed his hips and began fucking her ass in earnest.
Soon, however, her boyfriend was forgotten, as she was both surprised and humiliated to learn that being fucked in her shithole was just as hot and satisfying as having her pussy stuffed. She found herself squeezing Ted’s cock with her ass, even as she tried to push back at him in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck me, Stud!…Unnngggghhh!…Fuck my dirty ass!” Kristin panted. “Make me your bitch!”
“Who’d have thought…” Ted wheezed, “…that Kristin Kreuk…” another wheeze, “is a slut?”
“Oh yes! A slut!…Gaaaaaaahh!…Your slut. Just keep…ooooohhh!…fucking your slut.”
Ted kept fucking Kristin, deliriously happy now that he’d jacked off before meeting her. He thought it was rather ironic that he’d jacked off to avoid having a boner, and was now making use of that earlier masturbation session to give him extra sexual stamina.
Kristin came one last time, screaming Ted’s name while she fisted the bedsheets, which were by now soaked with her sweat. And as her ass clenched tightly onto Ted’s cock, he felt his long-delayed orgasm coming. Deciding he wanted one more good set of photos to prove Kristin was completely committed to being a whore, he pulled out of her ass and shot his load on her chest. Not as much come as he’d had earlier, but the long fucking had built up a respectable load, which was now covering her from her well-used pussy to her small but firm tits.
Kristin was still moaning and riding out her third and final orgasm when Ted snatched his camera and began snapping pics of her come-covered chest, making sure to get her face in the photos, too. Then he shot photos of her well-fucked holes, taking long shots to once again get her face in the photos.
As Kristin calmed down, Ted stuck his softened cock into her open mouth and told her to suck it clean. Still dazed, and not quite remembering the cock had just been in her ass, Kristin did as she was told, figuring if she was going to earn the role of playing a hooker, she might as well get some real world experience. The sour, sweaty taste put her off, but she continued to suck and lick until his shaft was completely clean.
It wasn’t until Ted was dressing that she realized she’d just sucked and licked a cock that had been in her ass for a long time. Kristin wanted to puke. It was bad enough she’d just cheated on her boyfriend, and worse that she’d done it with a total stranger, but cleaning off his shit-covered cock was the worst.
“You know, Kris,” Ted said, as he tucked his shirt back into his pants, “I think you need to come back tomorrow for a further interview.” He gestured to his camera. “I need more pics and you need more dick.”
She thought about saying no, but realized she might be kissing the movie role goodbye, and after what she’d just done to help secure it, she wasn’t about to let it go. Besides, she knew he had a lot of pics of her in there she didn’t want getting out, so she knew she needed to play along…besides, the sex had been incredible.
“Okay, Ted. I’ll be back tomorrow…just don’t stick your cock in my mouth after you fuck my ass anymore. That was disgusting!”
“Fair enough. Just be here ready to be my whore.” Before Kristin finished dressing and left, Ted slapped her bare ass and added, “When you show up tomorrow, dress the part this time. I want to see you in something slutty, something you’d wear to sell your body.”
Kristin didn’t like the idea of walking through town dressed like that, and she had no idea where she’d get an outfit like that anyway, but she knew she’d do as she’d been ordered. Tomorrow, she’d show up at the hotel at the same time as today, dressed like a teenager’s wet dream.
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