Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2011 23:46:17 +0000
From: EB
Subject: Partying with Rihanna

This story is completely fictional and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned (Rihanna) or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.

I hung up the phone and stared at it for a few seconds in disbelief.

"Well?" asked my best friend Jen.

"She's coming..." I replied.

We both looked at each other, unable to contain our laughter for even a few
seconds, huge grins spreading across our faces. Jen scrambled up off the
floor to hug me and we excitedly jumped about the room, screaming.

The phonecall I just received was from my dad. We have never really spoken
much; he was in a band when he was younger and dated my mum before he got
famous. He also got her pregnant and then when his band made it, he left
her and chose the champagne lifestyle instead. `Champagne' probably doesn't
do it justice actually; I guess it was a lot more than that.

Anyway, the crux of the story is that when I was about 18, my dad suddenly
decided he wanted to make amends with me. Unfortunately, the only way he
knows how to get anything he wants is using money, and seeing as he gave my
mum none for 18 years, I'm quite happy to take that from him.

Apparently he gave up the band when I was ten, and for the last 10 years he
has directed one of the biggest record companies on the planet. So, to make
my 21st birthday party `special' (of course, he couldn't be there) he
decided that he'd get Rihanna to perform.

I couldn't wait and the next week of birthday preparations passed by in a
blur. A huge marquee went up in the back garden, people were in and out of
the house all the time and all I had to do was buy a dress. Thanks to my
dad.

Mostly I didn't really care; in less than two days time, Rihanna would be
in my back garden. Rihanna!

Now, I'm not a lesbian. Sure, I have kissed girls and even gone further
with a couple, but relationships with girls have never ever interested
me. I could never have a `girlfriend' which is why I guess I am straight,
and I still fancy guys and love riding a hard cock as much as the next
girl.

Hot girls do it for me and always have done though and if I'm going to
watch porn its 100% girls only. There's just something about a girl's
body...round, firm breasts, a tight, peachy ass and of course, a dripping
hole and a throbbing clit. And two of them? Even better.

I've fantasised about Rihanna for a long time and the rumours about her
sexuality make those fantasies even better. And now, she was about to
arrive at my house. I didn't really know how I would react or what I would
do, but I knew I was seriously excited. Even thinking about it, I could
feel myself getting warm and wet, and my panties became slick against my
seeping slit. I resisted the urge to touch myself and had a shower.

The day of the party arrived and it was seamless. Hundreds of people came,
there was food, drink, dancing...the day was perfect. Rihanna had arrived,
and it was getting close to her performance.

Suddenly, all the lights dimmed and the music stopped. Everybody clambered
around the stage and out of the smoke stepped a girl. The opening beat of
`Only Girl in the World) hammered the sound system and the crowd erupted
into a frenzy. When the smoke cleared a bit, I finally saw her and Jesus,
did she look hot.

She was wearing tight leather shorts, impossibly high heels and a PVC
looking corset top. Her red hair was down and the way she moved was just
unbelievable. Every time she bent over, I swear I could see the bulge of
her pussy through her shorts; I just wanted to eat her alive.

After the gig, people were crowding me, asking me too many questions about
how I got her to perform, and all I wanted was to get away and find her. I
made some excuse about needing to change my dress and went up to the house
and made sure nobody had followed me.

At the front of the house was parked Rihanna's trailer and outside stood
two absolutely massive men in suits. I approached them and they moved to
stand together. "Sorry girl, you can't come out here," said the one on the
left.

I took a step forward and explained that it was my party and that I wanted
to thank Rihanna in person. One of them spoke in to his radio and the other
came over to me and began patting me down.

"Okay lady, in you go."

I couldn't believe it, I was about to meet Rhianna. Suddenly I felt a lot
more drunk than I was and my stomach was in knots. "Stop it you idiot," I
thought to myself, "you're just going to say thank you for a fabulous gig."

As I went in, she was still in her stage outfit, brushing her hair. "Hey
girl!" she exclaimed, "Happy birthday, come give me a hug!" I went over and
she grabbed me, my skin sticking to her corset. We laughed it off and she
sat down. "You look hot tonight, girl." As if. Rihanna telling me that I
look hot?! I smiled. "Yeah you too! Great gig, thank you!"

She began fiddling with the corset. "I gotta get this damn thing off, it's
boiling. Would you mind undoing the back? Only I don't want to have to get
the blokes in, my stylist couldn't make it here with me!"

I couldn't believe what was happening. I began to unhook the back of the
corset, feeling the heat and stickiness of her skin underneath. I took my
time, and as I unhooked the last one, Rihanna turned around before peeling
it away from her breasts.

They swung free of the PVC and I could see the sheen of sweat still on
them, nipples hard as the air passed them by. She dropped the corset. I
realised I was staring and looked at her face to see if she'd noticed. She
had.

"Oh...you liked that?" I didn't know what to say but the fact she hadn't
called in her bodyguards was promising. I looked at her face, scrutinising
her eyes. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, both
weighing up what each other was thinking.

She finally broke the silence and took the lead.

"Maybe you can help me get these off too..." She pulled at the top of her
shorts and unzipped them before sitting on the bucket chair behind her.

I edged forward and rolled down the leather. I could see the string of her
panties and a bit of the sheer fabric. I knelt between her legs and felt
her firm ass through the leather. I wanted to spank her badly.

Out of nowhere, she pulled my dress up and over my head. "Stand up," she
whispered. She pulled me towards her and thrust her tongue deep into my
mouth, her hands massaging my tits and pinching my nipples. I could feel my
pussy tingling and I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard. She let out a little
moan and arched her back a little. I broke the kiss and slid back down
between her legs, yanking down her shorts. The tiny panties she had on were
crotchless, I couldn't believe it. Her sweat and juices were all over the
leather where the shorts had been rubbing against her. Her pussy was
swollen.

I moved back up to her tits and began to lick at them, tracing her nipple
with my quivering tongue and nibbling them sharply. She flinched and moaned
a little in pleasure as I pushed her breasts together and took both nipples
in my mouth, sucking at them.

She pushed me down and took off my black lace thong, her fingers lightly
grazing my throbbing clit. I moaned as she opened her legs wide and touched
herself and then slowly began to push my panties into her glistening
hole. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and got on my knees, pushing
her legs as far apart as they would go.

Lowering my mouth to her, I slowly licked the length of her slit, around
her pussy lips. She pressed her pussy into my face and I buried my tongue
in her hot cunt, pushing my finger in for her to ride. I moved up to her
protruding clit and flicked at it, enjoying her flinching and crying
out. Taking it in my mouth, I sucked it and rolled it with my tongue whilst
fucking her hard with my fingers, my panties rubbing her inside. I hooked a
finger around them and drew the sopping fabric out slowly. Inch by
inch. She went wild, her contracting hole pulling them back in. I put my
tongue on her clit and drew the panties out completely before getting on
the chair myself.

The chair was pretty small, but Rihanna grabbed my legs and put one over
her shoulder, the other on the floor. She put both of her legs around me,
and then our pussies touched. I nearly came right away. She put a finger
inside me and our hard clits began to rub together, our slippery cunts hot
and slick.

It was almost over before it began. I have never come so quickly in my life
and Rihanna was not far behind me. We lay for a second fondling each others
breasts and fingering our now dripping holes.

"Just...don't say anything. Let's not ruin this." She whispered. I nodded,
feeling exactly the same way. I got up and slipped my dress over my head,
smoothing my hair in the mirror as I left.

I got back to the house, feeling like the whole thing had never happened,
until I touched myself and realised I had left my panties behind. I thought
about where they had been.

Slipping quietly into my bedroom, I closed the door shut behind me and
turned the key.