The following short story is a fantasy. While it focuses on real life pop divas Madonna and Britney Spears, the story is a total work of fiction. It does not imply anything about Madonna or Britney's real life sexual practices.
Madonna and Britney Spears
Britney Spears stood in her hotel room, combing her long blonde hair in the mirror. She had just taken a warm shower and her damp hair hung over her perky nipples. She was thinking about the video music awards tonight and how she would soon meet her idol, Madonna.
Madonna was everything Britney wanted to be. Britney had fantasized about meeting Madonna ever since she was a little girl. She remembered watching Madonna as she showed off her glamorous side in the "Vogue" music video. She remembered singing along with the song and trying to imitate the dance moves she saw on the TV.
The thought of Madonna got Britney excited. "I'm so nervous that I'm going to scare her off when I run into her at the awards," Britney thought to herself. "I'd better find a way to relax myself before the limo gets here."
Masturbating was the thing that always relaxed Britney the most. She always did it when in "lock down" before her concerts. Sometimes she liked to put in Madonna's "Erotica" CD and diddle herself until she came. Sometimes Madonna's voice was enough to make her cum.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Then a voice.
"Britney, you have ten minutes. You're giving out the first award, so you have to be ready to have you make-up done in a half hour," said one of her personal assistants on the other side of the door.
"OK. I just got out of the shower. Y'all will just have to wait for me to put some clothes on," Britney said with her sexy Southern accent.
There wasn't time to finger fuck herself, so Britney decided she'd just have to put her clothes on and head out the door. Britney quickly put on her favorite red thong , some old sweat pants and a T-shirt. The awards show's wardrobe department would have a sexy costume for her to put on, so there was no reason to dress up in anything fancy.
As Britney departed for the show all she could think about was Madonna's beautiful face. Even though Madonna was old enough to be her mother, she still found the Material Girl to be the sexiest human being alive. None of the hot Hollywood hunks that had spent the night in Britney's hotel rooms had ever made her feel as weak in the knees as Madonna did.
Britney arrived at the awards show, was dressed by her stylist and had her make-up applied by a professional. She found herself dressed in a skirt barely long enough to cover her snatch and a top so skimpy that it might as well have been a bra. She didn't mind though; Britney loved the idea of millions of screaming fans lusting after her, wishing they could be her. The idea of thousands of horny teenage boys (and girls) masturbating to her image on the TV screen turned her on immensely.
Britney presented an award for Best Video Director, then went back stage to look for Madonna. Madonna was scheduled to be the show's final performer, so she knew she would be around somewhere. A celebrity mixer was going on in one of the back stage rooms, Madonna was sure to be there.
Britney checked herself in a mirror and walked into the room. Immediately her eyes found the woman she'd been fantasizing about, imitating and pining for since girlhood. Madonna was seated on a white leather sofa talking to a lesser known rapper about her latest album. Madonna didn't seem to know who the rapper was, but that didn't stop her from making small talk and flirting as if she wasn't a married woman with two kids.
Madonna absently looked up and her gaze caught Britney immediately. She smiled warmly and stood up. Britney was amazed as Madonna gracefully walked over to her.
"Britney!" Madonna said with a smile that revealed her adorable gapped teeth. "I've been dying to meet you. My kids love your music! I'm sorry, but I have to give you a hug. You're my favorite female pop singer that's out right now."
Britney was in awe to think that Madonna was a fan of her work.
"I love you Madonna," was all Britney could say. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Let's go back to my dressing room and chat," said Madonna, looking Britney up and down. "Nice top, by the way. It shows off your boobs nicely. I've always been so jealous of your hot little body."
"Thank you, Madonna," Britney managed to squeak out.
Britney couldn't help noticing that Madonna's nipples looked erect under her slinky black cocktail gown. It wasn't that cold in the party room. "It must be the fabric," Britney thought to herself absently, noticing that her own nipples were hard as rocks (but for other reasons).
The two divas made their way back to Madonna's dressing room. Madonna had one all to herself since she was the biggest star at the awards show, or most any awards show for that matter. A few of Madonna's gay back-up dancers were getting ready in the room, so Madonna told them to get lost for thirty minutes or so. When they were gone, Madonna locked the door.
"I don't want us to be disturbed. I've wanted to meet you for so long, Britney," Madonna said with a smile. "I've been a fan since the `Baby One More Time' video. I loved you in that skimpy little school girl's uniform. You looked very Catholic."
Britney smiled. "You're such an inspiration for me. I even started doing yoga after I learned that you did. I used to even sing Material Girl' in my early concerts just because I thought you might hear me singing your music and try to contact me. Fuck, I even danced to one of your songs in the beginning of my movie Crossroads.' I've been dying to meet you like forever."
Madonna took a seat dangerously close to Britney on another white leather sofa. She placed her hand delicately on Britney's knee.
"You're such a talented girl," said Madonna. "But tell me, are you really a virgin like you originally claimed to be, or are you like in that song you sing, `not that innocent'?"
Britney was stunned. Was Madonna flirting with her? "What do you think?" she asked in her sexiest voice, trying to make sure Madonna knew that she was open to whatever the older diva had in mind.
Madonna grinned. "This is what I think..."
Madonna's hand reached between Britney's legs and felt of her tender pussy lips, fingering them through Britney's panties. Britney moaned loudly, laying back on the sofa with her eyes closed.
"You're so loose down there," Madonna whispered in her ear. "I knew you'd fucked Justin. How could you resist? I'll fuck him too if I ever get the chance."
"Don't stop," was all Britney could say as Madonna's manicured fingers pushed Britney's panties to the side to allow maximum finger penetration.
"This is a game I like to play," Madonna whispered in her ear. "I make it a point to fuck all the biggest stars in Hollywood. Believe me, I've had many famous cocks and cunts in my mouth. You're just one of my conquests."
"I don't care," said Britney. "Do whatever you want to to me. I couldn't bear it if you stopped now."
Madonna dropped to her knees in front of Britney. She expertly reached under Britney's skirt and slid down the thong panties. Madonna sniffed the panties briefly after they were removed. There was a trace of cream inside them, a sign of Britney's passion. Madonna licked up the cream, then went for more-- this time directly from the source.
Madonna's tongue penetrated Britney's pink twat with great ease while one of her fingers gently toyed with Britney's tender anal opening . She'd obviously done this before, many times before. As her tongue entered and exited Britney's hole, the younger singer began to moan in ecstasy. Britney could not believe her good fortune. She had the Material Girl's face buried in her pussy! Soon she was cumming.
"Let me return the favor," Britney finally rasped after a loud, screaming orgasm. "I couldn't live with myself if I don't eat your pussy tonight."
"Feel free," Madonna purred. She then slipped out of her cocktail gown and lay down on the sofa. Her body was tight and firm due to so much yoga.
"I see you're a natural brunette," Britney said, admiring Madonna's bush of pubic hair.
Madonna smiled. "Stop gawking at it and eat it, you cunt teasing bitch."
Britney laughed and dove head first into Madonna's pussy. She used a technique that she always liked others to perform on herself-- she wrote out words using her tongue on Madonna's clit. She wrote the words "I love you Madonna" with her tongue. While Madonna didn't seem to "read" what Britney was communicating, she did seem pleased with what Britney was doing to her crotch.
"That feels fucking great, you little bitch. Make Mama cum, you dirty whore," Madonna said. She seemed to have returned, at least temporarily, to the "Erotica" era of her career when she created the notorious "Sex" book. It was definitely hot.
At last Madonna's body began to shake all over as she came. When it was over she reached down and took Britney in her arms.
"You're so much like me in the early stages of my career," Madonna whispered to her. "I feel so close to you that it almost felt like I was masturbating."
"I love you, Madonna," Britney whispered to her.
"Meet me after the ceremony," Madonna told her. "Next time I'm going to fuck you with one of my strap-ons."
Britney smiled. She couldn't wait for next time.