Now,
there's gonna be some SERIOUS smut in here --- Eminem is so damn gorgeous that
I just can't help writing dirty stuff about him! It's very un-me,
if you r underage then get the fuck outta here now kid. Seriously this is
practically Porn ok?! I just felt like writing this don't flame! Please
review and here we go!
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Eminem
frowned as he blearily rubbed sleep from his eyes with one hand whilst reaching
out in the direction of the ringing telephone with the other.
"Uh...what?"
he mumbled, his face still partially buried in his pillow.
"Dude,
are you still asleep?" Dre's voice sounded agitated.
"Um...yeah."
Eminem was close to dozing off again so he sat up quickly.
"You
have to be at the VMA's in half an hour man, we're nearly at your house to pick
you up! You got ten minutes to get your ass the fuck outta bed!"
with that Dr Dre hung up the phone leaving his protoge to get ready in record
time.
Groaning,
wishing he could have longer to sleep, Eminem stumbled out of bed and straight
into the shower. "Shit!" he exclaimed as the freezing water hit
his body. "I don't have time to fuck around with temperatures."
he hissed at the cold sensation but gradually got used to it. Hurriedly
washing he stepped out quickly drying and dressing and getting downstairs to
open the door just as Dre raised his fist to knock.
"Yo
man, that was quick. What you doing still asleep at this time?"
"Got
pissed last night, came home with some bitch to get laid then half way through
she started crying and admits she's onyl fifteen!" Eminem complained as
they both got in the car.
"Shit,
Slim tell me you didn't screw her, I can't take any more bad press from
you!"
"Of
course I didn't, called her a cab. Then I had to jack off to porn,"
he sniggered, remembering the cable show's he'd watched.
"She
got you all hot and bothered? Aww, poor Shady." Dre said sarcastically.
"Yeah,
I gotta find a bitch tonight."
"I'll
keep an eye out for you," Dre promised laughing.
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"And
the award for best new female goes to...Princess Superstar!" Eminem
sighed as he listened to the announcer's overly perky voice.
"Hhhmmm,” he
mused as the cute blonde chick accepting the award caught his attention.
He'd never seen the latest rap sensation before, all he knew was that everyone
seemed to be comparing her to him because they were both white, blonde and
lyrically talented, sick and humorous.
"Seen
something you like?" Dre smirked as he saw his friend's mouth fall
open. "She's been saying shit bout you, ya' know."
"Really
what?" he was surprised.
"I
don't think she's pissed at you, just at being compared to you, summit like
"everyone thinks I'm Eminem, all I'll rap about is getting fucking up the
ass then"." Dre tried not to laugh, it might be insulting his friend,
but he had to admit the bitch was funny as hell.
Luckily
Eminem didn't take offence, "Christ, she's got a nice ass though...and
tits." she studied her carefully. "Hell of a
hottie." Dre had to admit he was right. The female rapper wore
skintight jeans with a tight gold shirt with only one button done up between
her breasts, the shirt was skintight, revealing most of her stomach and a lot
of her cleavage.
"Ima
hit that tonight," Eminem announced confidently. Oh yes, I am.
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Concetta
Krischner smiled to herself as she leaned casually against the wall backstage
at the VMA's. She'd just one her first award,"Fuck Leonardo
DiCaprio," she sighed happily out loud. "I'm the Queen of the
world."
"Nice
to meet you, your Majesty." a voice said smoothly behind her.
Not
turning around Concetta said slowly, "Em - in - im." She faced
him.
"Princess
Superstar."
Concetta
checked him out: gorgeous, she decided. He wore baggy red pants with a
black t-shirt with Nike written on the front and a blood red D12 bandanna on
his head. "Concetta." she held out her hand, which he
shook. "
"Having
fun," she gestured around her. People were hanging out, most of them
drunk at the backstage party as they lay around on the floor.
"Kinda,
I was looking for you."
If
she was surprised she didn’t show it. "Really, why?"
"I
thought you were cute," he said bluntly.
"You
really do believe in saying everything you think," Concetta commented
laughing.
"Oh
that’s not all I'm thinking about," he lowered his voice seductively.
"Ok,
cut the shit Slim Shady. You don't have to think up any cute lines for
me. It's obvious you wanna fuck, and so do I. So instead of saying
what you're thinking, you can show me." With that she grabbed his
hand and led him quickly through the crowds to her dressing room.
"You
are one amazing chick Concetta!" he gasped in surprise as she slammed the
door shut and pushed him down onto the floor on his back and jumped on top of
him straddling his waist. This is fucking fantastic, what a babe,
she's fucking gorgeous, flowed frenziedly through his mind.
"You
can call me C, it'll be easier to scream," she promised saucily as she
efficiently yanked his t-shirt over his head. oohh, try not to drool, she
told herself as she grinned. His chest was...perfect. The muscles
were practically a six pac, but not ridiculously pumped like some of the bodybuilders
who frankly, she found stupid looking, far too muscle bound. A tattoo on
his stomach read Kim Rot In Pieces. She trailed her long nails down,
enjoying his gasp of pleasure as she gently scraped his nipples.
"You...like
to be in control then?" he gasped, grabbing her hands stilling the
movement.
"Uh,
yeah." she said confused as to why he'd stopped her.
"Bad
news," he said. He slid his grip down to her forearms and sent her
flying as he flipped them over and effectively trapped her beneath him,
"So do I."
Concetta
shrieked in surprise as she looked up at Eminem suddenly towering above her,
his steel colored eyes boring into hers and her sound was cut off as they
kissed for the first time. His lips crushed down on hers, harsh and
demanding. Their lips molded and he slipped his tongue between her soft
pink lips. She tasted so fucking sweet. He sucked her tongue into
his mouth, worrying it with his lips before caressing it with his own. He
groaned in pleasure as she responded, letting her tongue explore his entire
mouth, stroking over his smooth teeth and palette.
He
slid his kiss sideways, kissing the corner of her lips then along her jaw and
sliding his lips down to as much of her cleavage as her top exposed.
"I hope you don't like this shirt."
"Huh?"
she tried to focus on what he was saying through the haze of lust he
induced. Concetta had lost any chance she might've had to protest when
Eminem grabbed the two sides of her shirt and violently ripped it apart
exposing full breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Oh
my God!" her breathing was out of control, they weren't even fucking yet
he was already making her feel better than any of her past lovers had ever
done. Eminem sat back and stared at her. Her breasts were perfectly
formed, round, heavy creamy skin with dusky pink nipples.
"Yes
I suppose I am," were his last words before his lips closed on a
nipple. Concetta automatically arched up, trying to get more of the
exquisite feeling of his lips, tongue, even his teeth on her nipple “Oh
God!” One of his hands came up to caress her neglected breast, fingers
roughly pinching, teasing the nipple into rock hardness then gently stroking
the tender underside, the alternating movements were driving her crazy.
Concetta
now tried to push him off her, desperate to regain some control, she distrusted
men as a species she didn't think much of them. Couldn't be depended on,
she didn't want this guy dominating her completely. She struggled
furiously under him, but his weight was heavy and he relentlessly pressed it
down upon her, trapping her under him between the hard floor and his hard
toned body. Her arms tried to flail but she could see from the muscled
arms that it was useless as his grip on her wrists grew painful, "You're
gonna hurt yourself if you try to fight." he warned looking almost
dangerously at her.
"Quite
the little dominatrix aren't we?" she let her sarcastic nature take over
her frustration.
"Less
of the little," he growled playfully as he relented and released her so
that he could take off his pants.
Thrilled
at the opportunity she rolled over and pushed him down, pulling his pants off
and his boxers at the same time, "I take back the little comment."
she grinned. "Why the hell did you think Slim Shady
was the right name for you?!"
He
went to reply but words left Eminem's mind as he felt his cock engulfed in
Princess Superstar's hot mouth. "Uuuhhhhhhhhhh." he groaned
instead. He felt the low chuckle in her throat vibrate around his hard
length.
Concetta
curbed her initial gag reflex; his cock was quite possibly the longest she'd
ever seen. As her lips moved up and down his rock hard shaft her tongue
swirled teasingly round the head then up and down. Her hand came up to
gently caress his balls. His hand instinctively shot down to her hair,
tightening almost painfully, he soon got the message that he had to let go when
her teeth scraped non too gently over his dick and he released his grip,
choosing instead to gently stroke her hair.
After
a few minutes of blissful torture he felt his balls tighten. "Uh C?"
The
sucking motion did not falter.
"Concetta."
Eminem said more urgently.
"C,
I'm gonna fucking come!" he tugged at her hair trying to get her to move
but she resolutely locked her lips around his cock, swallowing every drop down
her throat as he arched up uncontrollably, practically fucking her mouth.
Eminem's
eyes were half closed in pleasure as he watched her sit up and daintily lick
her lips, delicately wiping at the corner of her mouth. How cute.
He thought absently. But never let it be said that Slim Shady does not
pay his debts.
"Lie
down," he commanded, pushing her shoulders with one hand while the other
slid the jeans off her legs and the panties, which he discreetly put in the
pocket of his discarded pants. Concetta smiled as he gently took her legs
in his hands and spread them wide apart, I'm glad I can do splits, she
thought. He casually threw her long legs over his shoulders and licked
the soft insides of her thighs. He used his fingers to gently part her
moist outer lips rubbing them as he exposing her silky insides. Listening
attentively to her reactions he slowly slid his tongue in a circle around her
inner lips, so smooth and soft and tasting so sweet. His tongue flicked
up and lashed at her clit, the sharp movement provoking a gasp from
Concetta. Smirking he pressed down hard on her clit with his tongue,
making her squirm and twist underneath his talented mouth, the insistent
sensation dangerously intense. Giving her relief from the torture he
removed his tongue from her clit, this time forcing it straight up inside her, huh,
she was tight even around his tongue. "Ar oo a virin?" He
mumbled, his mouth still tangled in her pussy.
"Did
- you - just - ask - if - I - was - a- virgin?" her breath came in
staccato gasps, making it hard to talk.
She
felt him nod.
"Nope,
just tight." she giggled.
"Cool,"
he raised his head and moved up her body leaving a sticky trail of
kisses. "You come when I’m in you and not before bitch."
"So
charming." she rolled her eyes. Then added, "Stop!"
"What?!"
"I
think this is gonna hurt!" she looked panicked.
"What
were all you other boyfriends.....lacking?" he laughed.
"I
guess.....," Concetta smirked.
"Hey,
I'll go easy on you, k?"
She
nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, the length of their bodies
pressing together, hard muscle against soft, slender flesh. It had only
been minutes but she could feel his dick hard again pressing against the inside
of her thigh. Willingly she spread her legs further apart, making room for him
to lie between. Strangely hypnotic blue eyes captured her gaze, making it
impossible for her to look away as he sank deeply into her, then stilled,
watching the play of emotions across her beautiful features. Finally she
adjusted and demanded, "More."
Eyebrow
raised at the command he obliged, pulling completely back and slamming into
her, forgetting his promise to go easy. It didn't seem to matter now
though, her hips bucked from the floor to meet his eagerly.
"Em," she moaned. He thrust harder, slamming his weight behind
the movement driving as hard into her as he could.
Concetta
moaned, no wonder the French called orgasms a mini-death, this was
amazing. Eminem pounded into her, each time hitting the very back of her
core, filling her like nobody else ever had, the friction he supplied inside
her was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever experienced in her life.
She screamed his name as an orgasm shattered her completely, patches of light
floating before her eyes. Dimly she heard him scream "C" as he
came inside her.
"I
told you you'd scream C!" she pointed out before they both drifted off to
sleep.
Here
we go, smut city central. It ain't my usual style, but I'm an experimental
teenager so........ Just review please.
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