0 comments/ 81920 views/ 7 favorites Posh's Dilemma Ch. 01 By: sfor This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. * * * * * * “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”, Victoria Beckham paced around the small changing area she had been given for the brief TV appearance that she had just completed. It was cramped and she was not alone. “How the fuck did you get these pictures,” she quizzed. A broad smile lit up the young man’s face. He was only nineteen and he was here alone with Posh Spice and a stack of nude pictures he had taken of her while she was out, alone so she thought, in her own back garden. That was bad enough but she had also been caught masturbating on them. There was no way she would throw him out of her room or shout for help, Victoria had to stop those pictures hitting the web. “So what do we do now,” Victoria asked. He looked up and smiled. “Let me feel your arse for a whole minute.” She looked up amazed. Had she heard him right, he wanted to feel her arse. “You little perve,” she said almost smiling. “And that’s it, I get the pictures and the digital memory stick?” “It’s all yours,” he confirmed. Posh reached up and placed her palms flat down against the cold tiles of the changing room. Her tie back top revealed the side of her glorious breasts, but it was the short glittery skirt she wore that was of immediate interest to her admirer. He stood up. She could see his rock solid erection. “A whole minute,” he confirmed. “Fill your boots,” she nodded. 0 seconds He reached down and began to caress her bottom over her skirt. Victoria jumped a little when he felt her, but she soon relaxed. This was easy, she thought. His fingers were two layers of clothing away from her flesh. Then he pulled on her skirt. Inching it carefully up to reveal the lacey white, high cut panties. His hands continued to caress, using all of his fingers and thumbs he kneaded the soft white material. Posh had to swallow hard. She hadn’t qualified whether he could go under her skirt or not. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” 10 seconds His fingers now moved quickly over the material touching, fleetingly, the bare tanned flesh of her bottom along the edge of her panties. She could feel his breath hot on her neck, although he touched her nowhere but on her bottom. This was beginning to feel good. No don’t, you must fight it. Victoria told herself. Occasionally his finger would slip under the elastic of her knickers edging closer to the folds between her legs. Posh squirmed involuntarily. 20 seconds He reached up and undid the loose fitting top she wore. “Hey leave that alone!” she said, almost in a whisper. But his left hand continued the caressing of Posh’s bottom whilst his right helped her top float wispily to the floor. The glitter spray on her sleek back twinkled in the room light. Her tanned skin was looking very sexy indeed. For his young age he was quite accomplished and Posh was finding this unnervingly pleasant. It would soon be over. 30 seconds His right hand once more moved and pulled at the stud holding her skirt. Almost before Victoria realised, her skirt slipped down her legs. “Fuck me, “ the young man exclaimed when he saw Posh’s panties in full. High cut and laced up the back. “Hey now stop it, this is not what you asked for!” she complained. His fingers traced the line of her panties, from high on her hip down to the cleft of her arse. She jerked as he caressed her through the thin lace, but he didn't linger. His touch continued down between her legs to the warmth of her pussy. Victoria jumped again, but this time he felt a spurt of wetness against the fabric of her panties. Victoria closed her eyes in humiliation. Imagine getting turned on by a teenage fan, letting him feel you this way! He stroked her through her underwear, feeling the small firmness of her clit against his fingertip. Victoria let out a gasp, but refused to let herself arch against his hand as she wanted to. His fingers left her pussy. Her hips gave a backward thrust, as though trying to persuade them to come back. But his hands were already somewhere else. 40 seconds Her skirt was on the floor, and all that was between his long fingers and the dampness between Victoria’s thighs was a pair of simple lace panties. They were already sticking to her pink lips, the musky juice seeping out slowly, a river of moisture trickling down her legs. Posh’s hips rose involuntarily, and her body groaned as her head rolled back. She wanted to buck against the heel of his hand, as he brushed over the tight lips of her material covered pussy. Looking up at her, he watched her pupils grow larger; her body shudder with delight as he traced the crotch of her panties with one finger, pressing only hard enough to feel the pouting lips of her pussy. She was wet from this bout of touching that she had, amazingly, agreed to, wet almost to the point of gushing. Her underwear was soaked with the evidence of her arousal. He traced up and down gently, still watching her, until his fingers and hands were brushing at her dark curls and her mouth was open emitting hot, little, panting breaths. 50 seconds “Stop, stop. What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ohhhhhhhh!” Without warning, he pushed a single finger past the barrier of lace, plunging into her. The lubrication of her lips made it possible to slide his finger in with a smooth motion. She was tight, so impossibly tight, and hotter than anything he'd ever felt. It was as if her pussy had begun to melt. He pulled out his finger and pushed it in again. Victoria’s knees almost buckled when he withdrew his hand. “Okay, okay I’ll stop. My minute is up any way.” 1 minute Standing back he admired her for a moment, noting her obvious excitement — flushed cheeks and breasts, rapid breathing, involuntary shivers in memory of his slightest touch. Posh was moaning with pleasure as he brushed his finger lightly and with an agonizing slowness over her skin. Then she begged, “Please, please!” Victoria began to whimper; “I want you to carry on, please don’t stop!” Ever so gently he touched her panties and ran his fingers along the slit that so tightly held them in place. At the top of the slit he could feel a small bump that was obviously Victoria’s clit, and in very gentle circular motions he rubbed her erect nub. For a moment Posh’s head turned as if to see what he was doing, then, as her head went back she pushed her hips forward, pulling the panties even further up her crack. He continued the gentle massaging of her pussy, wondering how long he, himself, could stand it before he would have to relieve himself. His cock was as hard as it had ever been and strained against his jeans. To his huge surprise and pleasure a wet spot had slowly spread from Victoria’s pussy. While her mind was desperately trying to be somewhere else, her body was responding to his touches. He grinned. Posh’s body could not keep her secret. She wanted it, as much as he did. Undoing the lace at the back of her panties he slowly would them down her long tanned legs. Moving back up her naked frame he pushed one finger inside her soaking pussy. Her soft walls immediately closed around his finger, tightening and pulling him in. He felt how tight she was and almost shot his load there and then. Her body bucked and twisted. Posh was biting her lip so hard she thought she would draw blood. Despite fighting her feelings a shrill whimper escaped her. He continued his ministrations as her body reacted. Her nipples were hard as stones. The youth sped up his actions, pulling and tugging and ramming his finger in and out. Victoria was so wet she was dripping onto his hand. As deep as his finger could get was as deep as he went. She was crying out now. He inserted another finger that stretched and filled her. "Oh shit!" Victoria exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Oh fuck!! Oh, yes! YES!" she shouted. She moved herself around his fingers and they felt so good. "Ahh…Oh...Please...Oh yes," she repeated. She felt herself coming. It wouldn't take long. "Do you want to come Victoria?" he asked. She opened her eyes and tried to focus on his voice. "Oh yes," she said. "Tell me," he ordered. Victoria tried to focus. "Please just do it!" she pleaded. "If you want it, tell me. Tell me to make you come," he repeated. Victoria thought she would go crazy. She had to give in to him. "Yes! Make me come, I want it now," she screamed. He grinned. Standing he removed his pants to reveal a huge, rock hard cock. He positioned between her legs again and shoved inside her. Victoria gasped and screamed loudly at the sudden intrusion. Closing her eyes tight she let herself be swept up in his rough movements, as her hands slipped down the wall shoving her ass out and high. He thrust into her time and time again. The man kept up what he was doing until she screamed her release at the top of her lungs. She came so many times that he lost count. It didn't take long for him to come either. His hot semen shot into her hard and fast. He held her while she shook and trembled. She felt so good, so soft and warm. The boy stood back and watched as Posh slowly slid down the wall purring a satisfied sound of sexual release. He was grinning sheepishly down at her, his cock glistening with their juices as his erection began to disappear. “Thank you,” she whispered meekly unsure why she was thanking someone who had just taken advantage of her. With a trembling hand the naked Victoria Beckham wiped the oozing thick deposit from her thighs. The young man reached to her dressing table and threw to her the first garments he could find. Posh looked down at the red top and black panties. “I thought you might need these,” he remarked. She picked them up and put them on. “Thank you,” she sighed sexily and looked up at him from under her tousled hair. Her lips glistened with moisture as a sheen of perspiration soaked into her clothes. He replaced his limpening cock inside his jeans. Victoria watched as he dipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of photographs. “No, on the contrary, thank you,” he smiled and tossed the photo’s to her. He held out the digital memory stick invitingly. “You can have this now, or collect it from my parent’s apartment tomorrow. Which will it be?” Posh stared at him. Here was another chance to go through all that again. She was moistening once more at the thought. Her nipples hardened through the red top. Could she do it? Would David find out? Did she care? She looked up, and at his youthful face and hard body. He could have been no more than eighteen or nineteen, but how she wanted him. “I’ll collect tomorrow,” she answered softly. “Great,” he replied, “the address is on this card which I’ll leave on your dresser. Come after ten though as my parents will be out then. See you.” And with that he was gone. Posh sat on the floor, not moving and certainly not thinking straight. “After ten so his parents would be out” – how exciting is that! Then she started to laugh, out loud and almost hysterically. “Fuck me, what have I done,” she reflected. “What have I done?” *************** Don't forget to vote. If you want to know happened next then please read chapter 2. Posh's Dilemma Ch. 02 Chapter Two: The Apartment This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. * * * * * * The car screeched to a halt and Victoria immediately wished that she had pulled up a little more sedately. She was trying to be discreet, and so had driven the black BMW X5, a nice car but still only one of several that she had seen that morning. She wore a beige top and tight white jeans. Posh sat back in the driver's seat and slipped on her sunglasses. She was here. The kids were being looked after, and David was away. This must not get out she must not be seen. She glanced at the apartment block and squeezed her thighs together as she recalled in her mind the events of the day before. The young nineteen year old male heard a car pull up in front of the building. Shortly afterwards, there was a knock at the door. He opened it to find himself looking at Victoria Beckham, Posh Spice. Her top accentuated her beautiful breasts, the nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her bottom looked fantastic in the cotton and denim jeans, and the smell of her dripping pussy, which had become hotter and hotter during the journey here, hit his nostrils immediately. His mouth watered, but he managed to keep the surge of lust that he felt out of his voice. "Well, Victoria! You came!" She gained a little control of herself, and smiled. "C'mon in." Posh followed him into the dark living room. He sat down on the sofa and invited her to sit down. Victoria was so excited now that she was visibly shaking. She could contain herself no longer. The memory of the spontaneous session yesterday made her boil over. Smiling seductively, she straddled the young man's crotch, sitting on his lap facing him. Her fabric covered pussy pressed against his now-hardening cock. "Victoria," he spluttered, "what..." Her lips came down on his as she cut him off. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and passionately, her tongue driving deep into his mouth. She felt as excited as she had during her first sexual encounters when she felt the youth's cock through his shorts surge towards a rod-like erection. He broke away from the kiss, moving his lips down to her neck. He kissed her flesh tenderly, and then nipped at it with his teeth, making Posh gasp and squirm in delight. After a minute, she pushed away from him, smiled, and stood up in the middle of the floor. Swaying her hips and half closing her eyes, she began punch loose the buttons on her jeans revealing her bare midriff and the tops of her white knickers. Posh began to undo the metal poppers and she slid them over her hips and down to her knees. As she bent over, Posh gave the youth a perfect view of her bottom covered by her wet panties. Looking sexily at him from under her long fringe she put a hand on the coffee table in front of her to steady her balance and ran her other hand up between her thighs. Victoria's fingers traced a line along the edge of her panties before she slipped her finger under the fabric and deep inside her pussy. She was so hot with pent up excitement that Posh was very close to coming. She could feel the heat building inside her so she pulled her finger out and stood up again. Turning towards her would-be lover sitting on the couch she placed her fingers on his lips. He snaked out his tongue and started to clean off all of her juices. Smiling, Posh pulled the finger out of his mouth and wound down her jeans. He could not believe what was happening, and in many ways neither could she. Posh looked down at her lover, her fan and stared wide eyed at his groin. He wore only a pair of blue shorts and his rock hard erection was clear for her to see. "Up against the wall," he stated simply. She knew he wanted her arse once more so she complied eagerly and lent forward with her hands flat against the wall. Posh's eyes were closed and the feeling of excitement in her stomach was like nothing she had ever felt before. She tried to grip the wall but of course she couldn't and her well-manicured nails scratched the paint as she awaited his touch. He moved behind her. There was an overwhelming silence through which he could hear soft moans coming from Victoria as the lust built up again inside of her. "Let's move out onto the balcony," he suggested cheekily. Posh looked horrified. "Why don't I write to all the newspapers as well? Do you think I can afford to be seen?" The young man backed off her. The moment was lost and he could feel his erection receding as she glared at him. Realising that he didn't think quite as she did Victoria regretted snapping at him and she held out her hand. He began to look less hurt as she stroked his cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound angry," "I only thought it would be more exciting out there. I'm sorry too," he replied. Like two familiar lovers they kissed longingly and deeply until, breathless, they peeled their mouths apart and looked into one another's eyes. Posh could see his bulging shorts once more as she smiled with a glint of expectation in her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" the youth practically growled. Posh moaned in desire, that question had definitely made it's way through to her brain, or her body anyway. "Oh, yes, please." Came the breathless reply. It was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed her hard, this time grinding against her, revelling in the small moans that he was eliciting from his celebrity partner. He pulled away from her mouth and pulled her top over her head. His mouthed latched onto one of her nipples, sucking, teasing it with his tongue. Victoria arched towards him her hands coming up to his head. He kissed his way down her stomach and quickly pulled down her panties. He knelt on the floor in front of her just staring. Posh, embarrassed slightly by his intensive attention, reached for him but the youth pinned her against the wall using his hands on her hips. One hand reached behind her to caress the back of her thigh, he lifted it kneading the firm muscle. Victoria gasped as she realised his intent, but she was too far-gone to care. He slipped her leg over his shoulder and glanced up at her. Her head rolled along the wall as she felt his lips, planting soft, wet kisses on the insides of her thighs. Her eyes flew open as she felt his warm breath on her lips. His eyes held hers as his finger traced the wet slit, before sliding between her moist curls, seeking her warmth. His finger slid in and out of her and he was amazed at how wet she was. The feel of her muscles as they clasped his finger, made him want to taste her. Her little nub stood out, seeking his touch, and he dragged his eyes away from hers. His head lowered till his tongue could flick at the tiny bud. Posh gasped and flinched, wanting to sink to the floor, but he wouldn't allow it. He held her hips steady with his arm, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She nearly screamed. Her head banged against the wall, her hands looking for something to grab hold of as they settled onto the back of the young man's head, her fingers laced through his hair. Sensing she was close, he added another finger and pumped a little faster. His tongue, now flicking across her clit caused her head to continue banging against the wall and she screamed as a glorious orgasm crashed through her. Blissfully satisfied she slumped, and slid down the wall. The young man smiled a purely satisfied smile as he looked down at the flushed Victoria Beckham. He reached down and lifted his lover to her unsteady feet. They headed for the large sofa where he gently sat the smiling Posh down to rest. Looking intensely into her eyes the young man put his hands into the waistband of his shorts and peeled them down his well-toned legs. Victoria stared wide-eyed at his massive purple-headed erection, and she pulled him down to join her. Lifting her head, Posh looked lovingly at her aroused lover. Reaching out to her and catching the nape of her neck in his right hand, he tilted her head back and kissed her slowly. Releasing her lips, he looked into her eyes once more and smiled, and then, deliberately, he kissed her again, nipping her lower lip and teasing with his tongue until he felt her lips part. He slid his tongue deeply into her mouth, exploring its warm wetness and breathing in the intoxicating scent that he had already begun to associate with her. Posh responded immediately, her tongue dancing with his, as one hand caressed the side of his face and slid up into his hair. He moaned, and the sound vibrated deep in his chest as his arms tightened around her. Breaking the kiss, he nibbled his way along her jaw line until he reached her ear and then sucked on the lobe gently. Victoria whimpered and allowed her head to fall back against the sofa, giving him access to the soft skin of her neck. At the same time, she reached up and began to run her fingers through his short hair slowly, caressing the skin of his chest underneath with her fingertips as she worked her way down to his groin. The man shuddered as Victoria placed a kiss at the base of his throat. Her breath was hot as she trailed her lips along his skin until they reached his left nipple. She sucked at it gently, teasing it with her tongue until it became hard. At the same time, her hand drifted down across his stomach, stroking the tight muscles of his abdomen sensuously. His entire body burned, inflamed by her touch and his need for her. He caught her head and lifted it, drawing her lips back to his urgently as his hands slid up taking the warm weight of one breast in his hand, he caressed it, flicking his thumb lightly across the nipple until it became rock hard. Posh moaned passionately into his mouth and responded by reaching even lower. Placing her fingers at the base of his cock, she applied light pressure and dragged her nails along the length of it. He gasped, every muscle in his body tensing. Victoria pulled her lips away from his and moved downward once more, nipping at his neck and running her tongue along his left collarbone. "Oh, yes," he gasped hoarsely. "Victoria . . ." He forced his eyes open and looked at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her eyes were heavily lidded and dark with passion. Moaning softly, she reached for his engorged cock as, with eyes again closed, he mentally called up pictures of Victoria ... Posh Spice. She stroked him and her hand worked his organ. Steadying himself against the fabric of the sofa, her hand pumped up and down, the other hand straying towards his balls. He was lost in his erotic fantasy; he recalled every instance where he'd wanked to his now all too real celebrity lover. "Mmm, you have a really big gorgeous cock" she purred. He softly moaned as Posh slid her hand even more quickly up and down his thick shaft. She firmly gripped his swollen cockhead, and began to twirl it in her hand. He moaned louder. Victoria began pinching her own nipples with her free hand. She moaned, and continued to tell him how beautiful and large his hard cock was. He grunted, and began thrusting his hips against her hand. "Oh yes, cum for me" she moaned. The young man had never been this turned on, and he grunted loudly. His hips began to thrust in time with her strokes. All too soon, his balls contracted, and gave up their load in several spurts of semen. He barely managed to swallow his cry of release and almost collapsed against her beautiful body. Breathing heavily, he straightened, letting the evidence of his climax run in thick steams down his stomach and across his thighs. "Fuck," he shouted jumping up quickly, "the sofa, my parents will kill me!" Posh looked down and saw the cause of his distress as the sperm ran onto the white fabric of their seat. She smiled to herself as the young man ran to get a cloth and she thought that it had been a long time since any lover she had been with, none of course since David, had been concerned about what their mum would think. He returned and wiped up the remains of their lovemaking. Both of them sat, not touching, on the cleaned up sofa. Posh cuddled into him. "That was fantastic," she whispered. He smiled, "Better than David?" She just looked up and nodded. Having opened communication with him once more Victoria moved her head down to his groin and licked the sperm covered cock end. He twitched and moaned again despite his recent orgasm. She liked his reaction and was encouraged enough to spend the next few minutes licking up all the residual spunk from his cock, stomach and thighs. She finished her task and looked up at him. Then, seductively, she kissed him open-mouthed full on the lips. He could taste his own juices from her tongue, and he groaned under her kiss. Posh peeled her lips from him. "I could really do with your company a little more often," she said. "How would that work then?" he replied. "I could come over here whenever it was possible, and you could visit me where ever I am, and David isn't around, which is quite often." He stood up and went over to retrieve a small object from a shelf. "You want this?" he said holding up the digital memory stick. "I trust you now," she said, honestly. "All the same, you should take it and make sure that these pictures never appear in anyone's browser!" She took the stick and dropped it into her bag. "Thank you," she said. "Do you still want to fuck on the balcony?" He looked pleasantly surprised, but replied, "You'd do that for me?" She nodded. "Let's go through to my bedroom, instead,". Relieved that she wouldn't have to risk the speculative photographer's lens, Victoria stood up in all her naked glory and accompanied him down the wood floored corridor towards his bedroom. "Will you see me again?" she quizzed. "Do you really want me to?" he asked. "Oh yes," Posh replied almost lustily. Her right arm would round his naked waist as her left hand fondled his, now only semi erect, penis. Looking ahead and not at her, he replied, "The problem I have is that you will never again be able to please so many young males so quickly, as you have today." Victoria looked up, confused, what did he mean? She was about to speak as he opened the door to his bedroom. Posh couldn't believe it. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her there and then. Sitting around a desk with a computer screen were five youths. All of them were mates of her lover, presumably. The screen was divided up into segments all showing different locations in the house. A click of the mouse brought the screen to life showing Posh Spice, Victoria Beckham licking the sperm from the young man's body. "Fucking Ace man," said one of his friends. "Yeah, I didn't think you had a chance. This will fetch a fortune." The young man who had used her smiled in triumph. Only moments ago Victoria had been on the verge of love for this, this bastard! She shook her head in disbelief. How could she have been so stupid? "Why, why, why …….?" She uttered, against the vocal backdrop of humiliating laughter. Posh Spice sagged to her knees, defeated and deflated. What would she do now? ************** I am not sure whether this story is worth more chapters. What do you think? Oh, and don't forget to vote. Thanks. Posh's Dilemma Ch. 03 This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. ********************************* Posh’s Dilemma – Chapter Three “The Deal” “Shit Carl, is she coming round?” Posh had fainted on the spot when she was faced with the reality of her predicament. “Yeah, look she’s back with us,” replied Carl who had just made love for the second time to Victoria Adams, despite the fact that it was all part of the elaborate set up. Posh’s eyes fluttered open. She regained a very groggy consciousness, but had still managed to register the last exchange of conversation, and realised that she had only just learned her “lovers” name. “So, Carl, you bastard. Are you pleased with yourself?” she asked curtly. Victoria looked up from her heap on the bedroom floor and could tell from his eyes that she was completely meaningless in his opinion save for being a ticket to future riches. Suddenly, laying exposed in front of him and his gang of cohorts she began to feel the rage of humiliation well up inside and started to choke with anger. Victoria felt the bile rise in her stomach and she got quickly to her feet and ran from the room. Carl followed and found her in the bathroom opposite his own bedroom throwing up. He waited patiently with a towel. Posh finally sank back onto her knees against the bathroom wall. She was totally drained. Reaching up she glared at Carl as he handed her the towel. “Why, why did you do it? For fucks sake you had just made love to me, Posh Spice, and I wanted to carry on an affair with you, what more could you want?” He looked down at her, smiled and threw her top and knickers onto the bathroom floor. “Get a shower, clean yourself up, put these on and then come out to us.” He made to go. “No, wait,” she shouted after him. He turned back into the bathroom. “Forget the film you took, you and I can still make this work. If you delete the files and tell the others to piss off, we can carry on where we left off. What about it?” She looked up expectantly smiling radiantly at him. He took a moment and looked down at her again, “Sorry Victoria, but the truth is that you’re way too old for me. I can have the pick of girls much nearer my own age. Anyway, I’ve had you now. The only thing you’re good for is as our meal ticket to the future.” She was devastated. Not only was her chance of getting off the hook fast disappearing but also she had never been so insulted in all her life before. “So,” she choked, “how much will it take to keep me off the web?” “Oh, I’m not sure that is an option at any price. Even if it was we could make millions from a film like this. You’re a very popular piece of totty y’know, especially naked and making love to someone who isn’t your husband.” Victoria though fleetingly of David and the kids and began to cry. “Just come out when you’re ready,” He left her alone. Posh was grateful for the opportunity to shower. It gave her the chance to think. She stood upright and let the water rain down from the showerhead over her naked skin. Breathing deeply Victoria recalled the events of the last two days. How she had wanted him, Carl, and had given her body to him willingly. She would have done anything for him, as her suggestion to fuck on the balcony was testimony to. But the cleverness of his plan, of their plan, had manipulated her into this hopeless state. She had nothing to offer them now. They had their film and clearly didn’t want her. She was helpless. So, when Victoria reappeared in the bedroom she had no more inspiration regarding how she would get out of this situation. Silence. She spoke. “What do we do now?” Carl, who was clearly the spokesman, simply laughed, told her to fuck off and wait for the shit to hit the fan, or the tits to hit the web. Posh chewed the inside of her mouth nervously whilst the boys laughed at Carl’s comments. “Please,” she begged simply. “Okay,” said one of the gang, “how about you give us a bit of show.” “A show?” she quizzed. “Yeah,” said Carl taking up the theme, “Wank for us. Go on masturbate for us here and now.” "What... what do you want me to do?" she said not believeing that she had heard them correctly. " Just do as you're told and maybe we'll be lenient with the film. Okay?" Victoria was not sure that she could do this, but she had no other option. "All right," she said. “Go on then, fuck yourself!” came the repeated order. Taking off her top and knickers Posh once more stood naked in front of the six youths. She made to cover herself with her hands, but a sudden command from Carl checked her. She gazed at them, questioningly. "Sit on that chair," ordered one of the other boys moving the spare PVC computer chair over to where she stood. The material of the seat was cold against her bare bottom and she felt very uncomfortable, sitting exposed and scared on the cheap plastic chair. "Open your legs." She did as she was told, Her hands gripped the seat on either side, and she let her knees fall apart so that her pink lips and the folds of her cunt were fully revealed. Victoria slid her hand down, through the neatly trimmed fur of her pubic hair and onto her pussy. The intimacy of her own touch caught her unawares, and her whole body jumped as her fingers invaded her cunt. She gave a little moan, letting her legs fall even further apart enjoying the exploration. The boys watched transfixed. "That feels good, doesn't it slut?" laughed Carl who’s own erection was returning rapidly, matching the bulging groins of each one of his mates. "Mmmmmmm" Surprised by how turned on she was becoming Posh hesitated. Then she extended a finger and gingerly touched her pussy once more. She was shocked by how wet she felt, but even more surprised at the pleasure that her own touch gave to her, especially as she was exposed to these six young men. She began to rub herself, circling her fingers around her clitoris, which had become so very hard. "Give us a proper show, penetrate yourself " ordered Carl. Victoria ran her fingers down to the opening of her slit, and then gently slid a finger inside. At once she started to gasp at the sensation. She began instinctively to move the finger back and forth, and suddenly the pleasure filled her again and a feeling of sheer abandonment began to take over. She slid her bottom forward on the chair, spreading her legs still wider apart, leaning backwards, her head thrown back as she worked her fingers in and out, not caring now about the sight she presented. Posh dropped forward onto her knees, and then lowered herself onto her back beside the chair, still masturbating. Then she turned onto her stomach, bringing her hand through her legs to penetrate herself from behind. “Oh yes, you horny bitch!" one of the gang growled. For the next ten minutes Posh Spice took up all kinds of poses, each one presenting a more vulgar scene than the last. All the time she continued to play with herself, her fingers glistening with wetness as she stimulated her pussy, until it became too much for her and she frigged the final strokes that took her over the edge of the most humiliating, yet strangely exciting, orgasm of her life. “Oh, fuck I’m cumming, yessssssss!” she hissed through the lips that she was frantically chewing. And she did cum. Victoria came in front of all six youths. Each one had never seen anything like it in their nineteen years to date. When she finally came to rest, Posh was exhausted. She sat facing the gang, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling as she regained her composure. "OK Stu?" said Carl. The computer screen flickered once more and Posh’s mouth fell open when she saw that they had captured her last exhibition on film as well. "Fucking A1 man," said Stu. "I think that we’ve just doubled our revenue potential." Victoria’s head dropped. “You fucking bastards, you absolute fucking bastards!” she whispered in despair. “You said that you would be more lenient with the films.” “Not would, but might, and we’ve decided against it. So get dressed and piss off. I’m sure that you’ll hear about it when these beauties have been published.” Posh couldn’t move. She was incapable of thought, of contemplating what would happen next. Then she sensed movement and glanced up to see Stu and Carl in conversation. “No, that’s not fair. We never agreed to do that, anyway she wouldn’t,” claimed Carl. “I think you’ll find she might,” said Stu smugly. “What?” shouted another, “what will she not do, or do, or whatever?” The two lead boys approached her. “I’m sorry,” said Carl with a touch of sincerity. “What are you talking about,” asked Posh. “A chunk of cash each and a blow job now. That’s the deal and then we’ll keep this stuff off the web.” Said Stu. “No. No way. I’m not your whore!” The gang smiled. All except Carl who looked decidedly uncomfortable with the idea now being proposed. “Leave her. Just let her go and we’ll use the film as agreed.” “Carl, go and watch television if you don’t want to play. But remember you’ve had her already and we haven’t and she’s just given us the biggest hard on of our lives. I’m sure she thinks that it’s a good idea anyway, don’t you little Vicky.” Victoria looked down once more. Without looking up she said quietly, almost to herself, “It’s Tori not Vicky, I fucking hate Vicky.” She paused. “And you’ll scrap the film?” “Yep,” “How much cash would you want as well?” “Don’t know yet we’ll email that to you later.” “Okay, I’ll do it.” The gang yelped in unbelievable delight, all except Carl who trooped out of the room glancing just the once at Posh, who was now quietly sobbing at the thought of what she was about to do. She heard the door close quietly as Carl left the room. The sense of expectation was almost overwhelming. Posh felt her stomach churn again as she saw Stu wind down his zip and take his pulsing erection in his fist. He moved closer to her, and she looked up at him. All thoughts now driven from her mind except the possibility that she might be spared the embarrassment of a writhing, naked Victoria Beckham being downloaded all over the internet. All she had to do was suck off the five remaining youths, even though she could not be sure that they would be true to their word, it was her only chance. “Open up Posh,” he panted as his cock inched nearer to her lovely mouth. His slick and shining end touched her lips and Victoria instinctively moved back slightly. He shook his head at her. “Not good slut, now open your mouth and let me fuck it!” he said more sternly. Posh opened up. His thick shaft entered her running smoothly along her tongue until he touched the back of her throat. She gagged, but he remained firmly in place. Stu pushed his hips forward and began to move in and out backwards and forwards. He shuddered with delight as she began to touch him with her soft and full red lips turning the act from one where he fucked her to one where she teased him. She was good at this and he was the current beneficiary. Her lips were forced wider apart as he warmed to the act. He gazed down at the top of her silky hair and felt Posh’s dark fringe touching his own lean stomach. Stu’s eyes closed as he savoured the moment and took up a steady rhythm. He was sweating now as he grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth over him. The act was no longer sensitive it was basic and raw. He may as well have been inside her pussy the way he forced the shaft home time and time again. Muffled cries came from Posh as his tempo increased. Stu grunted, arched his back and pumped. His mates smiled as they saw the thick white sperm mix with Victoria’s own saliva and drip down her chin. She was taking and swallowing his entire load. Eventually it was over and the softening penis slipped from her mouth. Posh could only kneel quietly as the next one approached. She glanced up and saw that all of the youths now had their flies undone and were carelessly stroking their erections. The second one approached her. He stood in front of the hapless Posh with his hands on his hips. He didn’t move and clearly expected her to do all of the work. Victoria moved her head forward. His cock was the hardest she could ever remember seeing with the blue veins forming lustful ridges along his shaft. Gripping him in her fist she licked down and then back up his length and he groaned. Then opening her mouth Posh took him between her soft lips and he emitted a contented sigh. The boy reacted by pushing himself forward with ever lengthening strokes and she lavished his cock with a bout of enthusiastic licking and sucking the like of which he had never dreamed of before. He began to thrust with a little more wild abandon and Posh could taste the initial fluids that ejaculated from him in his pre orgasmic state. She sucked harder letting the shaft slip out of her mouth and over her face. Then he came. The formative spurts hitting her on the cheek and nose before she hungrily took him back inside her mouth and gulped down his remaining sperm. Posh sucked him dry and then pulled her head away from his groin gasping for breath, thick white arcs dripping from her chin. Two were serviced but there were three more to go. Could she do it? She would have to. ***************** The door burst open and Carl jumped up. His five mates were facing him. Stu smiled. “That was fantastic man. All five of us, she must have a stomach full of spunk. I can’t believe that was Posh Spice,” he said somewhat dismissively as he and the others slumped on the living room chairs opening cans of beer. Carl said nothing. He stood up and walked down the hallway towards his room. The door was ajar but he heard no sound. Then, as he entered he heard a quiet sobbing and looked to see poor Victoria sitting against the wall her long legs pulled up to her naked chest. She glanced up and he saw her tear stained face covered in drying spunk. He said nothing, she said nothing and he turned and left. Slowly Posh came round. She dressed herself in her top and knickers and went out into the bathroom where she cleaned her face. Walking boldly into the front room she recovered her trousers. Her shoes were retrieved from under a pair of folded legs. No one spoke to her it was as if she wasn’t there. Standing up, taller now with the three inch spiked heels, she addressed them. “Well, I hope that you’re all satisfied,” a smirk covered the face of one youth. “How much money do you bastards want?” “Just fuck off will you, and we’ll email you later,” shouted Stu. Carl stood up and ushered her to the door. “Look,” he started. “Just don’t say a word. You’re as bad as they are. How am I going to know that those films will not be all over the world come tomorrow?” “They won’t, and we will email you tonight. Give me an address and I’ll put ‘CarlPosh’ as the subject header so you know it’s from me. No one else will know that sequence of words.” Fleetingly Victoria wished that it had all been as she expected, and that she was leaving him now having spent a morning in his arms. Then she remembered that he was a part of this too and equally to blame if not more so. Scribbling an email address down for him, she turned and ran away as fast as she could. “Hey Carl, come here I’ve got idea,” Carl heard the screech of wheels as the X5 pulled away then he smiled to himself and headed back inside. ************************** Thank you very much for all of your terrific feedback. One more chapter should wrap this up and I will try to incorporate some more of your ideas. Keep it coming, and don't forget to vote. Posh's Dilemma Ch. 04 Posh’s Dilemma – Chapter Four “The Finale”. This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. ***************** Previously in Posh’s Dilemma Chapters 01 - 03. Victoria Beckham, Posh Spice, had encountered a nineteen-year-old male fan in her dressing room, and, bizarrely, agreed to grant him sexual favours in return for him giving up compromising photographs that he had of her in his possession. This brief encounter led to a further meeting during which Posh was filmed making love to the boy and then performing a masturbation routine. The boy and his mates blackmailed Posh into providing further sexual favours and giving them cash in return for protecting her reputation. She thought that was that until … *************** Part 1. **************** “Thanks Lou, I really appreciate it. Yeah, I would do the same for you, and it’s only ‘til Friday, only three days. I was supposed to be taking them up to Cheshire so we could all stay with David but I’ve got so much on here and I need some space. Anyhow, I must go. They’ll be brought round in an hour or so, okay. Catch up soon. Bye, yeah okay, bye.” Victoria replaced the receiver. She had already made the arrangements for the kids to stay with her sister Louise for a few days so it was a good job that she had said yes, and, with David living in Cheshire this week, she now had the time and space to sort this mess out. It was only 3 o’clock in the afternoon and just five long hours since she had arrived at Carl’s parent’s apartment ready for a session of illicit passion. Now she was totally fucked. She had the relatively harmless photographs of her naked in the back garden safe in her bag but now faced the ultimate humiliation of some very hardcore films of her surfacing on the Internet. She shook her head in dismay. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t. She wished she could be sure that the humiliation of the mass blow job she had performed for the little bastards would mean that she would be spared, but she couldn’t be certain. Her email inbox was on line and she waited eagerly for the new mail item promised by the boys so that she could be put out of her misery. Just then her mobile phone rang. “Hello babe, did you get my message. Yeah it’s a pain but I need to be here. It’ll give you more time with the team and training and everything, and we’ll be at the game at the weekend. Yeah I miss you too. What’s going on here? Oh nothing interesting just loads of work stuff, you know,” she lied, “I’ll be ready for anything by Saturday so don’t train too hard. Yeah, love you too babe. Bye.” She pressed end call. “Bollocks,” she shouted to no one in particular, on the verge of breaking down. “Come on Victoria, you can sort this out, get a grip,” she encouraged herself. The bleep of a newly arriving mail item registered clearly in her mind. She rushed to the Computer. Victoria stared down at the bold typeface of the new mail. There were two. One headed “An encore please”, and the other “CarlPosh”. She wasn’t expecting two, and “CarlPosh” was highest in the list so she opened that first. From: Carl To: Victoria Beckham Message Subject: CarlPosh Victoria, I am really sorry but they have to have more from you. The stuff you did here wasn’t enough. I wish now that we’d just kept all this to ourselves. I’ll do what I can to make it easy, but please go along with what they want because they will publish those films. I wish it could be different. Carl. Posh felt cold fear tingle in her spine. What did all that mean? She clicked on the next item as quickly as she could. From: Carl To: Victoria Beckham Message Subject: An encore please Posh, this is from me Stu not Carl in fact he’s not too happy. We’ve decided that you have to come back here and pose for some new photos. We will then send them off to a few Porno Mags with the title “My girlfriend looks like Posh”. This means that we get another session with you, and you get the embarrassment of knowing that you are in Hustler or such like, ‘cos they will definitely publish dodgy pics of someone looking so much like Posh! Come on Thursday to Carl’s house again, oh yes, and we want you to bring Baby Spice to be in the pictures too. Posh and Baby look-alikes – fantastic eh? The good thing for you is that you can deny it afterwards and seem shocked that someone could look so much like you. Finally, all this plus £250,000 each and we will go away forever. Be there after 10 in the morning on Thursday. And look good. The Boys. xx. Victoria was stunned. She couldn’t focus on any of it – not the two hundred and fifty grand each nor the photos nor Baby, fucking hell how was she going to get Emma involved? This was crazy, what the fuck would she do? Her eyes roamed longingly over towards the bar, and the brandy bottles, situated in the utility area just off the living room. “BOLLOCKS!!” she yelled, and then collapsed onto the desk sobbing her heart out. ************************************ Victoria Beckham, Posh Spice, woke with a sore head and a good idea. Throwing the sheets back she launched her gorgeous, if hung over, frame out of bed. Casting off the plain white Gucci T shirt in which she slept she walked straight into the en suite shower room. A warm shower and several cups of coffee later and she was on the telephone to Emma Bunton. “Emma how are you? Listen, I’ve got some time to myself, the kids are out and David’s up in Manchester so why don’t you come over and we can have a laugh. Yeah, I know, what a bitch she turned out to be. Oh it will be great to have lunch and a drink without the world and its dog thinking we’re getting back together. I know fucking crazy isn’t it? Is one-ish okay? Fantastic I’ll see you then.” Posh ended the call and sank back in the luxurious leather chair by the telephone desk. She felt better already. Two more days and she could be rid of them all together. Fucking Carl, if only she could stop thinking about him. Baby Spice was easy. She had proved so a few years back in a hotel in London and it was the memories of that night that Posh hoped to leverage in her favour. *********************************** It was midday and Victoria stepped out of the shower for a second time. Shaking her long brown hair she started to dry herself. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as easy as she thought and she had to admit to being a little nervous. Posh moved into her dressing room and searched her wardrobe for a combination of appropriate attire. Settling on a short white pleated mini skirt and a cropped red top she was happy. “Baby, you won’t know what’s hit you,” she laughed to herself. Laying out the clothes Posh flopped onto her large bed. She thought of Emma and vivid visions of their one night of passion invaded her mind. Half aware of the need to feel as randy as possible before her friend arrived and half out of a sense of duty, Victoria’s right hand strayed to her breast. She opened the top drawer at her bedside and pulled out her thick, sleek, black vibrator. “I need your help now.” Posh gave the shaft a fond lick to provide a little lubrication and slipped the head over the sensitive folds of her quickly damping pussy. She worked the controls without even looking at them and found a nice medium speed where the beads in the shaft started to move over her clit and outer lips. Posh moaned as she slipped it inside of herself and improved the speed. As the vibrating dildo began to rotate inside of her, she worked the controls again and increased the tempo once more. “Oh fuck yeah,” Victoria knew she was close and must be careful not go over the edge. Posh was straight, she really was, but she had regular fantasies about Emma, Baby Spice, and was looking forward to their lunch date. Several near orgasms later, when the security phone rang, Posh was feeling so very horny. A couple of swift brandies and the selection of a sheer red thong to provide a flimsy cover for her moist pussy had compounded her general mood. She could of have fucked the Postman. “Come on up Em,” she spoke into the phone. She was here, lovely blond haired Baby Spice. Victoria gave her nipples a quick tweak just in time for the door buzzer to sound. She opened the door and greeted Emma with a big gorgeous grin. The younger Spice Girl almost whistled when she took in Posh’s radiant beauty and vibrant sexuality. “Shit Victoria, you sure you’re not expecting David instead of me?” Emma said half seriously, “you look stunning.” Posh dragged her in and gave her a big hug. “It’s great to see you Em.” She took Emma’s jacket and draped it over a chair. Sitting Baby down on the large white leather sofa Victoria noticed that she had lost some weight and was indeed looking very fit. This was an advantage because now she was faced with the real thing Posh was no longer certain of her own, albeit very dormant, lesbian tendancies, and needed all of the help she could get. “Here you go Em,” said Victoria handing her a generous large glass of red wine. “How have you been?” “Fine, Victoria, and busy, very busy.” The conversation was stilted at best and Posh realised that she would have to make her move sooner rather than later. Victoria reached for the wine bottle and made sure that Emma’s wine glass was continually topped up as the drone of banal conversation continued between them in the background. “Whoa there Tori, what are you up to?” questioned Baby as Posh opened a second bottle and filled her glass for the fifth time. “You’re not driving are you?” said Posh. “No, of course not.” “Well drink up then.” Emma took a long slurp. It was nice wine and Victoria was particularly good company today – and she looked hot. Posh reached out for Emma's hand, pulling her inwards. She shifted willingly, turning her face up to Victoria’s as their lips met. Baby felt Victoria’s tongue force its way between her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it, licking at it with her own as she pressed her body against her host, rubbing her opened palm against Posh’s naked expanse of tanned thigh. Emma groaned as the physical contact between the two Spice Girls made her shiver slightly with anticipation, and she gazed into Victoria’s soft brown eyes. She smiled slightly, her lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth as their mouths peeled apart. Almost unconsciously she ran her hand up Posh’s scantily clad body until she could squeeze her breast from beneath, licking her lips as she felt the tingling sensation in her own nipples. Emma let her hand then stray down between Victoria’s legs, stroking the Flimsy fabric of her knickers where it protected her mound before going further, easing her willing legs apart and teasing the already swollen lips of Victoria’s pussy. She began to rub gently through the thin red material, a low, almost inaudible sigh coming from Posh’s lips as she responded to the delicious sensation Baby’s caresses were bringing to her. Victoria moaned and then, out of nowhere, Baby was brought back to reality, conscious of the fact that what they were doing was suddenly very stimulating indeed. “Victoria, what the fuck are we doing? Look I know we had that thing a few years back, and I do like you and all, but not like that. Stop it please.” Posh looked up disappointed. “Please Emma, I really need you, right here and now.” “Need me, why? What’s wrong with David?” Posh flipped. “Look you fucking tart, I am being blackmailed by a group of snotty nose kids and they want you and me to let them take pictures of us so I need you, alright!” Venom spat out of Victoria’s lovely pouting mouth. “I really need your help,” she continued more calmly. Baby was stunned. “Hang on, let’s rewind. You’re being blackmailed for what? What have they got on you, and, more to the point you wanted to seduce me so that I would agree to help you and in doing so incriminate myself? You selfish bitch. Help your fucking self.” Baby moved to get her jacket. A red mist descended and Posh jumped up grabbing Emma by the hair. “You’re going nowhere, slag.” She backed baby against the painted wall all the time twisting her hair. “No please, let me go, owwwww!” Posh stood motionless; eyes cool, as Emma looked terrified. This was a Victoria Beckham she didn’t know and she wasn’t sure what she would do to her. The whole scene seemed to recede into slow motion as Baby Spice stood there stammering, filled with terror and anxiety, clutching desperately at the point where her hair was being cruelly twisted by Posh. When the younger Spice Girl’s attacker finally moved, it was to reach out and take hold of Emma’s blouse. Victoria gripped the white cotton and pulled. “Noooooo!” yelled Emma at the sound of the tearing fabric. She tried desperately to hang onto it but Posh yanked it free effortlessly, then seized Baby’s wrists and lifted them up above her head, pinning them together in one deceptively powerful hand. Emma was terrified. She could almost feel Victoria’s gaze moving over her stunning breasts, covered only by a lacy bra. They rose and fell sexily as her chest gasped for breath – Posh gazed further down onto her trim, flat belly, and smiled. "Let me go!" Emma writhed helplessly, twisting and turning, but unable to change her position in any significant way. "Please! Please!" Baby pleaded, her heart pounding. "What do you want? Finally Posh spoke. “You patronising bitch. How long have we known each other? I thought you of all people would help me out, but no you fucking tart. Well you’ve always been scared of me and now I’ll show you why.” It was true Emma was terrified of Victoria and so she begged, pleaded, and finally broke into frantic sobs, but Victoria ignored it all. Then, shivering and trembling, Emma felt her hands forced downwards, with Posh pulling them back behind her head. She gripped Emma’s hair again pulling her further down. Baby’s back arched which forced her breasts out even more as her skin burned with humiliation under the roaming eye of Posh Spice. “So I’m not good enough for you eh.” Posh spat. “No, no I didn’t mean that. Ohhh!” She raised her other hand and placed it on Emma’s stomach, sliding it slowly upwards as her captive shuddered and moaned. Then a surge of recklessness engulfed Baby and she kicked out at her co-Spice Girl, her shoe making contact with some part of Victoria’s leg. The contact drew an immediate response. Posh whipped her captive forward and sent Emma flying, staggering across the floor to sprawl face down on an old oak table. Baby tried to rise, but a strong hand slapped down between her shoulder blades, pressing her into the desk hard enough so that her breasts were squashed onto the cold wood of the table. "Let me go! Leave me alone!" "You are not in any position to make demands," Posh laughed. "P-please," she cried out in a choked, tear-filled voice. “Shut it.” Posh commanded as she pulled baby’s skirt upward and roughly pulled down her knickers. Removing Baby’s shoes Posh slipped her knickers off and tossed them to one side. Baby Spice’s legs were trembling and she could hardly see through her tears as Victoria’s hand slipped down along the cleft between her buttocks and fingered Emma’s anal opening briefly. Moving lower she held Baby’s pussy cupped in the palm of her hand, squeezing it lightly, then pressing a finger forward Posh penetrated the weaker girl in the most humiliating fashion. “I’ll fucking show you. Not good enough. Fucking cum you bitch.” Posh began to frig Baby Spice with a roughness designed to help her release all of the angry frustration she felt from the events of the day before. Emma felt Victoria’s finger sliding up and down between her pussy lips, nudging against her clitoris in the knowing and stimulating way that only one woman could do to another. “No please Tori, no-ooooh!” As the wonderful sensations increased, Posh angrily drove three fingers in and out of the younger girl. Faster and harder she poked Baby Spice, whose eyes were closed as she moaned her pleasure unwillingly yet involuntarily at the dominating Spice Girl’s touch. She gave several little whimpers, shivering in light convulsions as her orgasm became inevitable. “Go on my little whore, cum for Victoria. Not good enough eh, cum for me you bitch.” “Ahhh, please nooooooooooohh!” Then Emma’s legs stretched as far as they good, her back arched and she cried-out as the most glorious orgasm engulfed her triggered by the aggressive ministrations of her, so called, friend. Posh flipped Emma’s used body over onto her back. Then, much to the abused girl’s surprise, Victoria kissed Baby hard on the lips. She tried to keep her lips tightly closed, but Victoria kissed her again, her tongue sliding and seeking sensuously. Victoria kissed her captive roughly, bruisingly, although Emma kept her own lips slack in response, enduring the feelings of utter repulsion and disgust that she felt at the act Posh had just subjected her to. Eventually Posh eased back. Emma stood up, supporting her bruised body on the table. “Why Victoria, why?” “Because you’re a weak little tart Emma, and because I can. Now fuck off and leave me to sort my problems out on my own.” The last three words were shouted in anger and Baby Spice straightened down her skirt grabbed her jacket and made her knickerless exit as quickly as she could. Suddenly Posh was overcome by a ridiculous feeling of mixed emotions. She wanted to hate Emma but couldn’t although she knew that Emma now despised her. She wanted to hate Carl but his naked body kept coming back into her mind’s eye. She thought of David and the kids. What the fuck was she doing, what had happened to her? How did she get into this mess? Victoria slumped to the floor behind the sofa and cried her eyes out. Gradually her sobbing subsided. Posh realised that she was on her own now. She toyed with the idea of not turning up the next day at Carl’s house but knew that would be a sure way of seeing herself starring in the Internet’s most famous porn movie. Perhaps she should turn up and not tell them before hand that Baby was not coming. No, they could do anything to her then if they were angry enough. She would have to let them know. With a feeling of trepidation Posh switched on her computer and opened the email system. Selecting New Mail Item she began to type. From: Victoria Beckham To: Carl Message Subject: CarlPosh Carl, I’m sorry but Baby won’t be coming, it’s just me. I’ll be there shortly after ten o’clock. She pressed send and then sank back in the desk chair and contemplated what she had just done. She felt really sorry now for what she had done to Emma. Victoria’s fingers were still sticky with Baby’s orgasm. How the fuck would she ever make it up to her? Her pensive state was interrupted by the bleep of a newly arriving email item. She looked at the screen and clicked the mouse. From: Carl To: Victoria Beckham Message Subject: Re: CarlPosh Posh you are a naughty girl. Well it’ll just have to be you then. You need to look especially hot now. Oh and the cash just went up to £300k each. No more surprises please. Stu. xxx “Three hundred Grand each. The thieving bastards,” she groaned. She really would have to be careful about getting the cash out of the bank now. Still she could, and would, do it as she had planned later on that day. Suddenly Victoria felt very tired. Moving to the sofa she laid herself down and fell fast asleep. ****************************************** Posh did not speak to David or anyone else all day on the Wednesday. She woke on Thursday morning after a surprisingly pleasant dream with a feeling of dread in her stomach. It was as if she knew there was something wrong but couldn’t remember what. Then it came flooding back to her. Posh's Dilemma Ch. 04 It was already 8am. She had a couple of hours to get ready. Posh stepped naked into the shower and gloried in the warm luxury for several minutes making sure to wash every inch of her body. Stepping out she wrapped a large fluffy white towel around herself and began to choose her clothes for the day. If she was going to have to do this she would do it right and make sure they got what they wanted. Posh deliberated for several minutes but when she emerged into the space of her bedroom her expert dress sense became obvious - she looked fantastic. She wore tall, black, pointed heels that highlighted her shapely calves and thighs to perfection and increased her height to catwalk model proportions. Her legs were sheathed in a pair of black hold up stockings, the tops only just hidden beneath the short hem of her black mini-skirt. A tight fitting white blouse clung to her body to emphasise her narrow waist and the thrust of her breasts. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders framing her lovely face. Bright red lipstick adorned her gorgeous pouting lips and pink nail varnish glowed vividly in contrast to her tanned skin to give a sexual aura that no man could possibly resist. She was ready. ********************************* Part 2. ************************************* “Look at this,” remarked Stu to the others as he salivated at the gorgeous sight presented by Victoria. “ Well you certainly followed orders to look good. Oh and don’t worry lads we’re all rich ‘cos I’ve seen the cash. It’s in a box next door.” Posh looked round at the make shift photography studio in Carl’s bedroom. Each boy had a camera, digital no doubt, and seemed intent on taking part in the session. She felt strangely aroused. Carl stood facing her. “Victoria, come here,” He said with an air of confidentiality. She wandered over to him. “Listen I have tried to make this easy. We all have cameras but you will be playing to me in the shoot okay.” Posh was grateful, at least she would be able to really enjoy and not just endure the act she would soon be performing. “Thanks Carl, but once I have become familiar with a lover, I like to become a little more domineering, if you know what I mean.” Carl didn’t, but was sure it would only add to the enjoyment, so he just smiled. His level of arousal now high, he reached down to his groin and adjusted his stiffening cock at the thought of her posing for him. "Close your mouth, Stu," Posh said casually as she returned confidently into the centre of the room. He had seen her stocking tops and noticed the enticing way in which her hips swayed as she walked. She felt good, so alive and in control, her body pulsed with excited sensations as she posed and turned for Carl’s approval. Victoria spun around, the mini skirt riding higher on her legs briefly revealing her tanned thighs above the stocking tops and a flash of the little white knickers that concealed her increasingly wet pussy. The cameras flashed. "Like it?" she asked sexily, flashing her dark eyes and a beaming smile at the stunned Carl. His eyes flicked up and down her body as he nodded silently in response. All of the others stared at their beautiful subject their faces fixed with a huge smile and a massive bulge in the front of each pair of trousers. Her voice lowered to a thick velvety purr. "Would you like to see me naked, Carl?" His cock twitched visibly within the confines of his trousers, his face was flushed and excited. "Yes," he replied in a hoarse whisper. "Then strip off yourself and take the pictures of me while you’re naked." Carl was stunned and not sure what to do but a glance at Posh’s lovely body however convinced him to start unbuttoning his shirt. The young man pulled his shirt free from the waistband of his jeans undoing them and letting them fall to the floor. Enjoying himself now he eased his underpants over his erect cock and slipped them down. Carl was a fit yound man and Posh looked with a genuine longing at his sleak body as the cameras began to snap. Then she began to pose using all of her professional talent and expertise. Victoria posed sitting, standing, bending, crossing her legs, raising her skirt a little and kneeling on all fours whilst Carl and his mates clicked away. All the time she pouted her lovely full lips and stared with a wide-eyed innocence designed to portray her in the most sexually attractive manner possible. The pumping excitement within her rose to a state of high arousal as they settled into a routine where she posed and they clicked. Posh noticed Carl’s ever hardening cock and found herself moistening at the thought of having him inside her again. However, she fought the temptation and continued to prolong his agony until they all got what they wanted. Victoria had done all that she could whilst she was fully clothed and she knew that they had an expectation beyond that. She breathed deeply, kicked off her shoes and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. The camera’s clicked wildly now and Posh noticed that all the boys were stroking their exposed erections. She pulled the two halves of her blouse apart to reveal breasts that were pushed together and up into a firm inviting swell by the tight, lacy black bra that she wore. Posh began to gyrate her hips slowly offering her groin in thrusting little jerks as she peeled the blouse off her shoulders. "Fuck me!" Carl uttered in amazed excitement. "I fully intend to!" Victoria breathed seductively. Her hands reached up her back to the bra strap as she continued to gyrate in a hypnotic motion of pure lust. The camera’s flashed again. “Do you really want to screw me Carl,” she teased. He couldn’t speak now. His throat was completely dry. She slipped the bra off her shoulders to free her breasts. "Shit!" remarked Stu, "Look how hard her nipples are!" "Want more of this boys?" Posh whispered with delight as she cupped and fondled her breasts. "I'd love to suck on them," one boy’s dry and excited voice uttered longingly. "Yeah to feel your tits and to get my cock in between them," continued Stu. Victoria knelt on her haunches with her knees wide apart. Carl could see underneath her little skirt and the thinly covered pussy beneath her tight knickers. "I’m sure you would, Stu," she almost groaned back at him. Victoria began pulling and squeezing at her hard nipples. She stood and walked over to Carl swaying her hips seductively, her groin just inches from his face, as she kneaded her breasts for his benefit. Again she began gyrating her hips; her hands smoothed down over her thighs and began to travel slowly back up again with the hem of her skirt trapped between. Posh’s mouth was open and head back, her bare breasts were undulating gently with the motion of her body. Her legs were wide apart and her knees parted, bent slightly to expose her upper thighs. Carl’s eyes followed the slow progress of her skirt as it moved ever upward over the taut slender thighs and the tops of her stockings to the wet warmth beyond. He gasped aloud as his cock almost exploded without any physical contact. The cameras still snapped. "Oh Victoria, please let me fuck you," Carl begged. She punched loose the side buttons, wound down the zip and threw the short skirt aside to stand just inches from his face in her brief high cut knickers and black stockings. Victoria turned, smoothing her hands down over the curve of her buttocks, the fingers spread and caressing her bare flesh gently. She sighed and moaned to add to the effect as her fingernails moved across the pure white material of her underwear. "My pussy is so wet, boys, and in need of some attention." She oozed sex. "Let me fuck you, you teasing slut,” shouted Stu desperately. She had them in the palm of her hand and she knew it. She was having a great time. Never had she felt so alive before. Victoria turned to face Stu, hooking her thumbs in the side-strings of her knickers high up on her hips. "Shall I?" she teased. "Do you want to see it?" He nodded several times in rapid succession, unable to speak, the words emerging as just low inaudible whispers. "Ask me nicely then. You have to beg me." "Please Posh, please. Let me see your cunt." The incredible feeling that flowed through Victoria had brought her close to an orgasm, and she hovered there so near the peak yet still savoring the heady sensations given to her by her striptease. She moved to Carl and began to edge the knickers slowly down over her hips. Her eyes roamed from his face down his body and she noticed his twitching cock in all of its glory. Posh landed a stinging slap across his face that jarred his head roughly to the side. Her pussy spasmed with ecstasy as she landed a blow on the excited young man. Her knickers slid down over her hips and thighs, sticking momentarily in the folds of her soaking wet lips. The entire room gasped in complete awe. Victoria kicked the knickers aside and stood before Carl. “On your knees,” she ordered. Her body throbbed as his eyes fixed a stare straight between her legs. She was moving unstoppably toward her climax as the powerful thrill of control surged through her. Posh moved forward, her hands grasping urgently at his hair, her fingers entwining harshly as she pulled him onto her to crush his face hard against her pussy. "Lick me out!" she demanded urgently. Her hips pushed forward and her hands pulled his head to her as his tongue lapped frantically at her hard clitoris. Several cameras flashed at the same time. Victoria bucked and shuddered, her head back and body tensed to receive the wonderful attention from her lover. She cried out, a long and animal-like growl of deep satisfaction came from her throat as she came to her orgasm. A violent series of frantic convulsions shook her body as she reached a stunning climax. Posh pushed his head away revealing the sticky juices that adorned his face. She rocked unsteadily back towards the centre of the room. "Fuck me," she breathed desperately to Carl. She got down onto all fours and groaned aloud as he moved, gripped her hips and knelt behind her, the head of his throbbing cock easily finding the soaking open lips of her pussy. She gasped as he pushed fully up inside her, the warm feel of his stiff rod so welcome after her wanton display. Her body shook and her breasts swung as they hung beneath her. She could hear the frantic pounding of the excited Carl fucking her for all he was worth. Posh lowered herself onto her elbows, her face resting on the carpet so that he could get deeper inside her as he pulled her hips back onto each savage thrust of his groin. The cameras flashed to unbelieving gasps of delight when Victoria cried out once again, not caring who heard her as the seccond wave of orgasmic pleasure shook her body. Thrusting back she ground her buttocks wildly against Carl’s thrusting in a desperate search for greater satisfaction. Carl howled as his cock jerked several times before he groaned aloud, he pulled out of her and let great white arcs of sperm jet all over her bottom and back. The cameras clicked for the final time. Posh collapsed exhausted on the floor. She lay clad only in her black stockings. Carl lay equally shattered alongside her. The rest of the gang stood motionless. They had even stopped wanking themselves. The show had been fantastic, beyond their wildest dreams, and now they had been shocked into stunned silence. Slowly the boys came back down to earth and Stu started a slow clap. One by one the others joined in and before long Posh was enjoying a crazy, surreal, tumultuous round of applause. She smiled to herself knowing that she had performed well and she felt safe in the knowledge that, ultimately, her reputation had been protected. ****************************************** Epilogue Victoria Beckham was enjoying a cool glass of chilled white wine on the terrace overlooking her back garden. The appalling events of a few weeks ago were becoming a distant memory, as she basked in the sun risking her skin to the warm rays dressed only in a brief white bikini. “Hi babe,” David came up behind and kissed her neck. “Have you seen this?” He dropped a magazine, clearly a top shelf glossy, into her lap. Posh spluttered and her wine spilled onto her bare thigh. “Bollocks,” she hissed quietly. “Sorry babe,” David apologised, “I shouldn’t just show you things like that. But look inside and look at the spread on the reader’s girlfriends. How much is she like you? She is the spitting image. In fact, if I didn’t know better I’d say it was you – if I didn’t know better.” He laughed and ruffled her hair. “I’m going for a shower.” Posh waited until he had disappeared and then picked up the magazine. She flicked nervously to the pages to which David had referred and she stared in a shock at the lewd striptease shown in all its pornographic glory. She had to admit they were kind of, well kind of – good, very good in fact! They were very sexy and the adrenalin rush of that morning in Carl’s apartment came flooding back. Posh stared at the pages until her eyes lost their focus and she felt a damp warmth between her thighs. Reaching into her bag she felt for her mobile phone. Pausing to reflect on what she was about to do, she glanced over her shoulder to check that David was nowhere around. Smiling to herself she searched for Carl’s number and swallowed hard in nervous anticipation as she pressed dial. THE END. ******************* Thank you very much to all of my readers who voted and provided such valuable and appreciated feedback. I tried to incorporate as many of your ideas as possible, but, for the sake of maintaining a hold on reality, I was limited to those I could include. Thanks again. Don’t forget to vote, and should you want to hear more of Posh or other celebs then let me know. Thanks again.