Opaque - Maria Menounos

[MissFyt]

Title: Opaque
Author: MissFyt
Celeb: Maria Menounos
Codes: M+F, anal, oral, reluc.
Disclaimer: You know the drill by now, right? This is work of fiction and fantasy. Any and all resemblance between the events of this story and the real world are an astounding coincidence. You WILL find graphic depictions of deviant sexual acts below. If this offends you, go ahead and stop reading now. You'll be saving yourself from the kinds of e-mails I write to people who complain about my work when there's a disclaimer at the top.

Note: Yeah, I know the Hayden Panettiere story was supposed to be next, but I got kinda carried away with this one. I hope it's worth delaying the other one for...



"Thanks, Nancy," Maria said, flashing a smile at the camera. "I'm here outside the Hyatt Hotel in West Hollywood, where an unusual new restaurant has really captured the imagination of diners looking for a different way to enjoy their experience. Dining in The Dark - where adventurous dinner parties take place in complete darkness - has many intrigued - and I have to say I'm one of them."

"Nancy's going to say something like, 'how do you they serve the food?'" said Rob, from behind the camera.

"Well, Nancy, the waiters employed here are almost all blind or partially sighted, which makes the darkness a lot easier on them than it is on some of the patrons. I took the time to speak to some of the diners and staff earlier today."

"And cut to montage," Rob said. "Maria Menounos interviews some giggling idiots and a token blind guy. Back to the here and now. 3-2-1, Maria."

"As you can see, the one thing all of these people have in common is that they had a great time. This looks like too much fun to miss. I just hope I don't ruin my dress!"

"Alrighty, let's kill it there," Rob said. "Love the ditzy dress bit at the end. We'll have to try and get some nightvision shots of you dropping dinner rolls and searching for them on the floor."

"Sounds great," Maria said, rolling her eyes at him. "Are you guys coming in with me?"

"Nah. I was kidding about the nightvision thing. They're not big on cameras inside. Get something to eat and get the color of the place, the atmosphere. We'll get the interviews and a quick wrap once you're done."

"I've gotta say, it doesn't look very popular. I don't think I've seen a single person go in or out since we got here."

"The dude said a lot of people think they're closed because of the Hyatt renovations. Least you'll have their full attention. Is that dress braille?" Rob nodded at Maria's evening gown, which was studded with gemstones, "those waiters are going to want to find out what it says."

"It says fuck you, you pig," Maria replied.

"Very you," said Rob. "I gotta go edit. You gotta go be hot."

"Sure."

Maria turned away from her crew and made her way towards the entrance to the Hyatt, where the signs and the distant roar of power tools made it pretty clear the hotel was closed for business. A young black guy, tall and good-looking, stood in the doorway.

"Miss Menounos," he said, offering his arm. "Step right this way."

"Thank you," she said, allowing him to guide her into the lobby and then down a short corridor to a door somebody had marked 'dining room' with a sign scrawled on a dirty piece of paper.

"Sorry it's not our usual classy presentation," he said, with a slight smile. "The Hyatt folks aren't making business easy right now."

"I bet. So, do I get a guide? How does it work?"

"Once you're through this door, that's it for the lights. You pass through a heavy curtain, and then you're in the dark. Once you're there, take about ten steps forward and then announce yourself. It's nothing but carpet for like twenty feet, so you're not going to fall over anything."

"Alright." Maria grinned at her guide. "I guess I'm ready."

"Excellent." He opened the door and drew back the curtain, watching as Maria took her first steps onto the carpet. Then he stepped away and the curtain fell back, plunging her into total darkness.

Maria stood completely still, waiting for her eyes to adjust, listening for the sounds of conversation, the clatter of cutlery. There was no reassurance in either. The darkness was total, the room oppressively silent. Feeling oddly exposed, she began to walk cautiously forward, counting her steps until she reached ten. "Maria Menounos," she said. "I'm from Access Hollywood."

"We've been waiting for you," said a male voice behind her. Maria jumped and span around, finding nothing but more darkness. "I didn't mean to scare you," the voice said.

"It's okay," Maria replied. Her voice sounded weak and afraid. "This is creepier than I thought it would be. It's so quiet."

"The hotel's closed," said the voice.

"Nobody here but us Access Hollywood fans," said a second voice. Somebody else laughed.

"What?"

Suddenly, a strong pair of hands grabbed Maria's shoulders. Before she had time to react, she was spun around once, twice, three times, and then shoved forward. She stumbled and almost fell, flailing until someone caught her elbow and steadied her.

"What is this?" she breathed, looking around her, trying to see these people, trying to see if she could spot the exit.

"It's a party. You're the guest of honor," somebody said. Maria couldn't tell if it was the first voice or someone new. She was disoriented, scared to move.

A hand settled on the small of her back, and for a moment she thought it was further guidance, that she would be led to a table and they'd all laugh about the trick they'd played on her. Then the hand moved downward, squeezed her ass. She slapped it away, her face burning. There was laughter in the darkness, and she wondered how many there were, how they could see when she could not.

"This isn't funny," she said.

Her ass was grabbed again, more insistently this time, fingers trying to work their way further downward, to push between her thighs. She knocked it away, but even as she did, a second closed around one of her breasts, squeezing it hard. Her ass was slapped and then grabbed again. Fingers curled around her left ankle, a light grip sliding up her calf to her knee. She sensed a group closing in around her, their breathing and their excitement. One strap of her gown was casually flipped off her shoulder, and half of its low cut front fell down around her waist. She felt cool air on her left breast, its nipple peaking at the sudden change in temperature. They were pulling at the hem of her dress, too, hiking it up around her thighs, hands stroking and grabbing at exposed skin.

"Stop!" she yelled, but that was all she had time for before her mouth was covered and she was pulled back against the body of a man. She could feel his hardness, his stubble grazing her skin when he kissed her neck.

She didn't know how many there were. It could have been five or ten or twenty. All she knew was that they were all over her, pulling at the front of her dress until the remaining strap snapped even as they hitched it up over her hips, leaving it bunched around her waist. They snatched at her thong panties, pulled them down to her ankles, left her wearing her dress for a belt and her high-heeled shoes.

Now she was as good as naked, there were mouths as well as hands, kisses on her belly and her thighs, her nipples trapped between the lips of two separate assailants, each sucking and biting, making her gasp despite herself. She fought wildly but fruitlessly against the bodies packed tightly around her. They held her easily, laughed at her efforts to escape.

The man behind her wrapped an arm around her waist and bent her over. Hands on her bare back held her in that position, and all she could do was plant her own hands on the carpet to steady herself. She heard him spit, and when his fingers touched her, they were warm and slick with his saliva, moistening the sensitive flesh of her pussy as they searched for and found her opening, two sliding easily inside, where he worked them quickly back and forth, sending hot little pulses of pleasure wriggling up through her belly and chest, making her breath come in quick, shallow gasps. The others were smoothing the skin of her back and her legs, kneading her breasts and her ass with firm insistence. A fistful of her hair was used to lift her head, and before she’d had time to process what was happening, the owner of that fist had pressed the head of his cock between her lips and into her mouth. She couldn’t turn her head, couldn’t draw back, so she simply let her lips and her tongue go limp. She couldn’t stop him, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of participation.

In a way, it was inevitable. She could resist, but nobody was hurting her. On the contrary, they seemed set on pleasuring her, and there was nothing she could do to prevent her body’s natural reaction. Her nipples were hard between their pinching fingers, her pussy hot and wet with more than saliva, her skin prickling as the heat of her body made her sweat. She was moaning around the cock that filled her mouth, rocking with the rhythm of the fingers inside her. Her struggles were growing weaker, her outrage fading beneath her arousal. When the fingers inside her were withdrawn and she felt herself being lowered still further, her knees bending as they drew her to the floor, she let it happen. And when she realized there was a body beneath her, his hands coming up to take hold of her hips and support her, his cock pressing against her pussy, she found herself reaching down and assisting, taking hold of his shaft and guiding him home, letting her weight impale her on his length, moaning as he stretched and filled her.

They seemed to sense this shift in mood, unwilling victim becoming participant, and nobody held her wrists or her ankles or her hair as she began to ride him, her hands on his chest, his working her breasts. She sensed they were gathered around her and she reached out, exploring in the dark, finding their thighs and their stomachs and their hard cocks. She stroked them, and as they grew bolder and closed in around her, she sucked them, taking each in turn into her mouth for the moments of her tongue and her lips that they craved. One, two, three men for certain. Others standing back in the darkness, waiting their turn and stroking themselves.

The man beneath her groaned and stiffened. She felt his cock spasm inside her, felt his warmth as he climaxed. She lifted herself off him, bent her head to take his shrinking dick briefly into her mouth, tasting his semen. Even as she did, another man took hold of her hips and entered her from behind, his cock a little smaller than the one it replaced, but his excitement far greater, his body meeting hers repeatedly, each thrust punctuated by the slap of his flat stomach meeting her buttocks. The one who had come inside her was up on his elbows, pushing himself away so another could take his place, kneeling before her, his cock brushing her cheek before she grabbed him and took him into her mouth, stroking his length as her tongue danced over his swollen head.

They came together, one in her mouth and one in her pussy, twin explosions of heat inside her body. Maria felt dizzy, drunk with excitement, more aroused than she could ever remember being. She felt like yelling into the darkness, proclaiming herself their whore, telling them they could do whatever they wanted with her body. It wasn't necessary. The anonymity of total blackness made them as bold as she, and as soon as her two lovers withdrew, the hands were turning her over again, lifting her to straddle another swollen cock. This one slipped over her pussy, worked its way down and then up again, sliding between her buttocks, pressing against her other opening, the one that instinctively clenched against invasion, making her wince, his hardness fighting her twitching muscles, pushing into her inch by inch until she was sitting in the cowgirl position, his cock buried in her ass. He raised his hips, lifted her like an offering, and she felt a second man crouched before her, his twitching erection brushing her labia and then entering her in one motion, filling her until she could feel the two heads separated by the thinnest of walls inside her, every touch an electric shock through her body.

Maria's head fell back, her eyes rolling up into her head. A third man stood over her, pushed his cock into her open mouth even as the other two began to move. She felt the thighs of a fourth gripping her waist, and when his hands covered her breasts and pushed them together, his dick was there, the sweat that covered her body all the lubrication he needed to thrust between those twin mounds of pliant flesh.

Her orgasm had been building since she capitulated to them, a white-hot ball at the very core of her, throwing out its limbs to those places she was most sensitive, to the tips of her nipples and the tight little nub of flesh at the junction of her pussy lips. She felt it growing, pulsating, focusing on her ass and her pussy, where the friction of skin on skin was almost unbearable, feeding on her mind's assertion that she was their whore, that they were using every part of her for their pleasure. She cried out, her mouth opening wide, that cock sliding further in so that she almost gagged as she reached a massive, shuddering climax, all sense drawn into that core and then thrown aside as it exploded, her body racked with the sensations that rushed through it, every muscle tensing and holding for those few seconds of perfect ecstasy that emptied her lungs and seemed to set her on fire.

Then it was over. Maria was lying on her back on the carpet, exhausted and half-delirious. Warmth splashed across her mouth and chin, then her chest. She realized they were standing over her, those who hadn't been satisfied jerking off onto her naked body, focusing on her face and her breasts. She arched her back and opened her mouth and let them, playing the whore until she heard the last gasp above her, the semen patterning her belly, the few moments of nothing but his hard breathing before footsteps on the carpet told her he was moving away.

"Well, Nancy," Maria murmured into the darkness, "this correspondent certainly had quite an experience in the darkness of the Hyatt. You should try it yourself. It's quite an eye-opener."

[TPG]

Wow!! It doesn't get much hotter than that - Maria Menounos, in the dark, and taken by strangers!! Awesome!!

[dynamitedg]

Wow MissFyt! That was amazing! Sheer brilliance! Stories don't get much hotter than that!