1 comments/ 21778 views/ 3 favorites Sidetracked By: ImperfectBiAngel Kaelyn groaned loudly in frustration, running her fingers through her brown tresses. She hated working with Justin Timberlake of all people. She and 4 coworkers each got chosen to do private photo shoots with each of the members of Nsync, and just as Kaelyn's luck goes, she got stuck with Justin. The snobby, conceited, too good for everyone, 'blonde haired cutie.' "Hardly, " Kaelyn grumbled, setting up her stand, "Okay, Justin! Would you PLEASE change your shirt! You've got ketchup on that one from the damn french fries you were eating!" "Nag, nag, nag!" Justin rolled his eyes, "I don't have to take orders from you! What are you, my mother?" "Damnit Justin! Fine! You want pictures taken with a dirty shirt? Fine! I don't give a shit!" she yelled back, snapping a couple photo's. She stopped, looking over at him, "Could you AT LEAST smile?" Justin plastered on a goofy smile, mocking her, "Ugh! Justin, you asshole!" she said, walking over to the wardrobe rack. "I love you too Kae, " he winked mockingly, grinning. "Go to hell, " she mumbled, throwing a baby blue shirt at him, "put this on!" "Yes Mommy, " Justin rolled his eyes, taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and well defined abs. Kaelyn just glanced over, her eyes widening. "He is so sexy ... " Kaelyn thought, then shook her head, "Kae you stupid ass! This is Justin!" Justin noticed her eyes stuck to him again. "What are YOU looking at?" he smirked, throwing his dirty shirt at her. It landed on her head. "Ugh!" Kaelyn yelled, ripping the shirt off her head, snapping out of her thoughts and back to the reality that Justin was an ass, "I was looking at an asshole!" she sneered, tossing the shirt to the side. "What was that?" Justin smirked, taking her camera off the stand. "Justin put that back! That's expensive equipment!" she squealed, trying to get it back. "What are you gonna do about it, shorty?" he smirked, holding the camera above his head. "Give it back, prick!" she yelled in anger, trying to jump and get it. Justin laughed and took off running around the studio, "you spoiled brat!" Kaelyn yelled, running after him. "Gotta catch me!" Justin laughed, far ahead of her. He hid behind a tapestry, seeing a cup of water close by that someone had been using to paint a set. "I'll get you, Timberlake!" She yelled, starting to walk, "Where the hell are you?" she tried to catch her breath, looking around. Justin heard her getting closer and got ready to make his move, a sly grin on his face, " Justin!! Give me back my camera!" she yelled, just about to step in front of him. "SMILE!" Justin yelled, splashing her with the water and snapping a picture as she screamed. "You asshole!" Kaelyn screeched, looking down at her white shirt, now drenched with colored water. Her shirt became see-through, revealing her black lace bra, holding her C-cup breasts in place. Justin swallowed hard, his dick becoming erect, even though he hated Kaelyn. "H-here's your camera ... " he said softly, handing it to her. Kaelyn grabbed it without glancing it him, turning her body and storming away, tears welling up in her eyes. She put the camera back on the stand, and ran into the dressing room, sitting on a couch and crying. "Why does he have to be such an asshole!" she sobbed. Working with people like Justin made her hate her job. "Kaelyn?" Justin called, snapping out of his trance. His dick throbbed, and he felt terrible for what he did, "What is wrong with me?" he asked himself. Kaelyn had never turned him on before. He sighed, walking back towards the setup. He raised an eyebrow, hearing her crying, and felt even worse. He slowly walked to the door, knocking. "Go away!" Kaelyn sobbed. Justin slowly entered the room, "What, are you deaf now, too??" she yelled. "Kaelyn, I ... " he started to speak, but his eyes became glued to her shirt clinging to her breasts, seeing her cleavage. Kae became enraged. "You bastard!" She screamed, standing up and shoving him into the wall, "You fucking prick! You just can't keep your eyes off my tits can you? That's all you want, is SEX!" "Wh-what!? Kaelyn no! That's not it!" He stumbled over his words. "Oh yeah? Explain that!" She said, pointing to his erect dick. "I ... I'm a guy, Kae! What do you want!" "Oh, a guy huh? Does this turn guys on Justin?? Is this what guys want?" She hissed, pressing her breasts against his body. Justin groaned, "Yeah, " Kaelyn growled, grinding herself into his hardness, her body tightly against his, "this is what you want isn't it Justin, " she hissed again, and licked his lips, deciding to pay him back. Justin let out a soft moan, trying to stay tough. "No! It isn't! Not from you, you skank!" he yelled, his voice cracking as she licked his neck. "You're so full of shit, it's coming out your ears, " she sneered, "oh no, that's just your brain liquidating and oozing out, " she smirked evilly as she continued her torture, sucking his lower lip. Justin moaned loudly, his head spinning with pleasure. He couldn't take it anymore and he started to massage her hips. Kaelyn grinned, having him right where she wanted him. She backed him onto the couch, laying him down and continuing her seduction. "Holy shit, Kae, " Justin moaned. "Do you want me, Timberlake? Do you?" she growled, sucking his neck. "Yes!" he yelled, defeated by what his body was feeling, "Yes, I want you!" Kaelyn suddenly stopped. "Good, " she whispered, licking his lips and standing up, heading for the door, "paybacks a bitch, " she winked, reaching for the door handle. Justin sat there in shock, his dick harder than a rock and threatening to rip a hole in his jeans. "What?!" he yelled, "Oh, I don't think so, bitch!" He got up, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her onto the couch. Kae screamed. "Justin stop! Let me go!" "Not a chance!" he grinned, as he straddled her. He ripped open her shirt, smirking, "See what you fucking did to me?" He made her look down at his bulge, "You did it, so now you're gonna fix it!" "No!" Kae screamed, kind of surprised that she had made him that big. "Yes!" Justin grinned, burying his face in her cleavage as he held her arms above her head with one hand. She struggled to break free as he reached back and unclasped her strapless bra. He then proceeded to take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and nipping at her nipples. Small whimpers escaped Kaelyn's lips, as she still struggled, trying not to let Justin's aggressiveness turn her on. "Justin, stop it!" she squealed. "God you're sexy, " he moaned as he massaged her breasts, his tongue licking down her flat tummy, dipping into her belly button. Kae moaned in pleasure. She couldn't tell her body not to be turned on, even by someone she despised so deeply. She felt her pussy getting wetter with every move he made and she found herself not wanting him to stop. "I ... I hate you, Timberlake, " she moaned. "I know," he grinned, unbuttoning her jeans with his free hand, pushing them down her slim, sexy legs. He saw her wetness seeping through her panties and knew he had to taste her. He took her panties off in one swift movement, and begin to lick her pussy, still holding her arms. "Oh God!" Kae squealed with pleasure, "Oh yes Justin! Suck on me, ugh!" "Damn straight, " Justin moaned, letting her arms go. Kaelyn immediately ran her fingers through his curls as he began to tongue fuck her, his tongue diving inside her pussy over and over again. "Ooh! Justin!" she whimpered, pulling his shirt off and rubbing his strong back, putting her legs over his taut shoulders. Justin began nibbling and sucking on her clit, "Oh God, Timberlake! I'm gonna cum!" "Cum Kaelyn!" he growled, going back to his work. "Yes! God yes, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed as her cum oozed into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat. Justin licked his lips, moaning. "Mmm, Kae you taste like candy, " he moaned, kissing and nipping back up her body, paying special attention to her breasts. "Shutup and fuck me, jerk!" Kaelyn moaned with anticipation. Justin grinned, kissing her passionately as he let her take his pants off. She threw them to the floor, along with his boxers, to reveal his throbbing erection, the tip swelling, "Oh God, I want that inside me!" she whimpered. "Are you tight Kaelyn? Huh baby? Are you tight for me?" Justin growled, teasing her pussy with his the tip of his cock. "YES!" she screamed, "Yes Justin, I'm SO tight!" "Mmm you'll be my most rewarding fuck ever, " he hissed as he shoved himself inside her pussy, moaning loudly. "FUCK!" Kaelyn screamed, whimpering, and wrapping her legs around his waist, "Holy shit, your cock is huge!" "Ugh! I thought you hated me!" he grunted, getting used to her tightness. "I do!" she screamed, "Just fuck me, Timberlake!" "Gladly, bitch, " he grinned, pulling all the way out and slamming into her again, repeating this over and over again, pushing his dick a little further inside her each time until his balls touched her skin. Kaelyn whimpered and squealed with pleasure as he fucked her wildly, her juices seeping out and staining the couch beneath them. "Faster!" Kae yelled, and Justin complied, "HARDER!" she screamed, and Justin obeyed without the slightest hesitation. They never imagined that the one person they hated the most, felt so good. "Come on Kaelyn! Cum on me you whore!" Justin yelled, pummeling into her. "Shit! You prick, oh God I'm gonna cum again!" She whimpered. "CUM! Cum NOW!" "FUCK!! I'm cumming Justinnnnnn!!!" Kae screamed as her walls tightened around his dick and her body arched, making her tremble as she sent her juices flowing over him. "Oh damn!" he yelled, "Fuck that feels good, Kaelyn!" "Please Justin, please let me feel you!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face from the ecstasy she was trapped in. "Oh yeah baby! Just a few ... more ... thrusts! UGGHH!!" He yelled loudly, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth as his dick twitched and he shot off load after sweet load of thick cum into her aching, burning pussy. "JUSTIN!" Kae screamed at the top of her lungs, her hips bucking. "Oh fuck yeah! Oh God ... Kaelyn ... " He groaned, slowly relaxing and collapsing on her body, their sweat mixing. Kaelyn moaned as he pulled out and just laid on her, as she stroked his curls and they shared a passionate kiss, his tongue protruding her mouth. "God Timberlake, that was the best sex I've ever had, " she moaned softly. "Same here, " he grinned, kissing her neck. Kae smiled, her hate for him gone. "Well, we have to get back to work, prick, " she teased, "You got me sidetracked and those pictures are due by the end of the day, " "Aw, but wasn't it fun being sidetracked?" He grinned, kissing her softly. "Mmm, " she returned the kiss, "yes it was. " "Well, stop complaining then, " he paused, "and get me some clean clothes for the shoot!" He said, forcing a serious look. For a second, Kae was confused, and started to hate him again, but then she saw that sly, adorable grin creep up on his face, and she couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a jerk, " she laughed, and pulled him down to share a passionate, lust-filled kiss. Sidetracked I knew it was not going to be your typical casino trip when my lovely wife of seven years got in my truck. Her personality immediately transformed to her alter ego Kay, the high-class prostitute. I, in turn, became TJ, her favorite (and only) client. My wife was wearing a short black mini-dress, black nylons and black suede ankle boots with three-inch spike heels. Her pearl earrings and bracelet matched the simple three-strand choker that adorned her neck. Kay teased me by allowing her dress ride above her stocking tops as she drifted off to sleep during the long ride. She awoke about thirty minutes before we were to arrive at our destination Atlantic City, and announce she needed to use the bathroom. I pulled into a roadside bar and stated, "I could use a drink anyway." Apparently we both missed the sign outside that said 'GO-GO DANCERS' when we went in. Kay was a little shocked when we entered the establishment and saw a dancer on stage in only a black leather miniskirt and high heels, but she did not make any attempt to leave. The bar was furnished nicely and the clientele seemed to be upper middle class. There were probably approximately forty customers in the audience of which fifteen were women. Kay told me to sit down at the bar and order her a beer as she set off in search of the restroom. As she made her way through the bar, almost every man leered at her gorgeous legs and tight ass. I was extremely proud she was with me. Kay joined me at the bar after freshening up and downed half her beer in one swallow. The deejay started the music again, introduced himself, and announced that was amateur night at the club. He explained the five simple rules; no touching the contestants, all clothing is to be returned to the contestants, contestants must keep their crotch covered, tips are to be thrown on the stage, and the winner would be determined by the audience reaction. He announced that there was a one thousand-dollar prize to the winner. The deejay then asked for the first contestant and a short plump blonde stumbled to the stage in a state of obvious intoxication. She told the deejay what she wanted him to play and began to strut around the stage to the beat of her first song. After about thirty seconds of the hip swaying march, she stopped in the middle of the stage and dropped her dress. She just stood there in her control top pantyhose and plain white bra as the song faded. She received a little polite applause, retrieved the four or five bills that were thrown on stage out of sympathy, and quickly retreated back stage. Although the next six ladies were better dancers and were dressed sexier, their performances were uneventful. It seemed to me they did not have their heart in what they were doing and were just going through the motions to please the companion or the own curiosity. As Kay and I sat at the bar critiquing the performances she asked if I would mind if she "gave it a shot." At first I thought she was either joking and/or teasing me. The expression on her face told me that she was serious about her statement, and I excitedly told her I would love to see her on stage. Kay finished her fourth beer, told me to go and sign her up, gave me a kiss, and went to the truck. She returned with her pocketbook wearing her light purple raincoat and went straight to the ladies room. When she returned to her seat at the bar she asked when she was on and handed me her purse to hold. I told her she was last, which should be after the present performance. She drank her beer as the red head on stage finished her dance, stood up and gave me a very passionate kiss, and whispered in my ear "This is going to cost you five hundred" as she walked to the side of the stage and spoke to the deejay. I peeked into her purse and found a pair of black silk panties, a matching bra, and the container that she kept her Tit-a-lizer in. The device makes the nipples hypersensitive and weight and movement of the chain provides the wearer with a constant erotic thrill. Kay was superb on stage; she slowly shed her coat and seductively peeled her dress from her body that sent the men in the audience into a money throwing frenzy. She danced to the side of the stage and bending at the waist picked up her bottle of beer giving everyone a view of her purple satin panties stretched tightly across her firm ass. The audience screamed in excitement as Kay sucked the entire neck of the beer bottle into her mouth as she swallowed its contents. After she put the bottle down, she danced to center stage and proceeded to slowly remove her purple demi-cup bra revealing her erect nipples connected together by the Tit-a-lizer. I was applauding what I thought was the conclusion to her performance only to watch her turn her back to the audience and slowly peel her panties down over her gyrating hips. The money again began to fly to the stage as she seductively turns and danced for her fans in only her black back-seam stockings, black silk garter belt, three inch purple high heels and a sheer black g-string that her shaved pussy was almost visible through. Throughout the entire performance Kay never removed her mirrored sunglasses or black lace gloves she had put on when she had changed for her act. The bouncers, who were now staying very close to the stage, gathered Kay's clothing and tips, and put it in her dress as she put on her raincoat and tied the belt hiding the wonderful body everyone had just been admiring. As we sat at the bar and straightened or money, another late entry tried to no avail to excite the audience the way my lady just had. Everyone was buying Kay and me beer and stopping to compliment her on her show. One older gentleman approached us and offered to buy Kay's panties or bra. When Kay inquired what he would be willing to pay, the man told her that he would give one hundred dollars if they still smelled like her. Kay hesitated and the man increased the offer to one-twenty, which she quickly accepted. A lady purchased her bra for seventy dollars from me for her husband and also inquired about the Tit-a-lizer. She was quite thrilled when I produced Kay black chained one and offered to sell it to her for twenty-five dollars. After the lady made her purchases, she went directly to the ladies room. I can only speculate that she was planning a surprise for her lover. In the mean time Kay sold off her gloves and other bra and panty set. A very distinguished man offered my lady one thousand dollars for her g-sting if he was allowed to remove it. I looked to Kay and she nodded in agreement before I took the money. A crowd began to gather and I told them all it would cost them twenty dollars a piece to watch. After I collected from everyone, without any complaints, Kay stood up, held her coat open, let the man slowly peel the juice soaked material down her legs to a round of applause. Kay went to the ladies room to dress and when she emerged the deejay called her to the stage to award her with the grand prize. After accepting the money she first bowed then flashed the audience before joining me at the door where I was tipping the bouncers. We made a hasty exit and quickly were on our way to the casinos. Kay was kissing and fondling me for the last part of our journey and did not show any interest in gambling when we arrived at the hotel. In the elevator, on our way to our suite, Kay placed my hand on her hot dripping pussy and whispered in my ear "I can't wait to show you what I was thinking of doing while I was on stage stripping for you." She had an orgasm as I slid my tongue into her mouth in a passionate kiss. She grabbed my crotch as she moaned into my mouth. THE END OR IS IT? Sidetracked We got home late and I am feeling tired. I get into my bed clothes as you take off your shirt and shoes. I know you did this on purpose. You know I can't resist you in just jeans. You decide to help out by finishing up the laundry. But as you walk past the bed with the laundry basket, I stop you. I take away the basket and start kissing that smiling mouth. You know what I have planned. You know I have been ready all night. I toss the basket to the side and fumble to undo your jeans. You are so mean, walking around in just jeans. I finally am able to pull them off and I look down. Your hard cock presses so firmly to your boxer briefs. I softly stroke that hard cock through the material. The only material keeping it from me. Finally, I pull them down and you step out of the jeans as well. I push you back onto the bed drop only my bottoms. You can see that I'm wearing the black thong you love best. I climb up on the bed and crawl up to you, stopping to plant kisses as I go up. Up your legs... The most sensitive parts of your hips... Up to your chest... And now I'm straddling your naked body. Your hard cock is brushing against my soaked thong. You can feel how wet I am. How badly I want you. You lift up your hips to push hard against me and I welcome the contact. It sends shivers through me. I press back down, rubbing my soaked pussy on that hard cock. Getting it as wet as I am. You reach around to lift up my top and find that I had no bra on under. So as you lift up, my perky tits bounce slightly at the release. They are the perfect size for your hands. The perfect size for your mouth. I lean closer to you so you can suck on my nipple that is already hard even before being touched. I continue to rub my wet crotch on your hard cock as you suck on my flesh. What do you want? Do you want me to ride you until you're dry? Or do you want to abuse this pussy until I become too sore to do anything tomorrow? You decide to take charge. You rip off my thong and use it to tie my wrists to the bed. You know how bad I want to touch you. I love touching you when you slam into me. Not being able to is going to drive me crazy. You love it. You want to see how flexible I am. You push my legs up to gain as much access to my tight pussy as possible. I can hardly breathe with pure want of your cock. I need it. I can't stand it. My pussy is tightens in need. And your cock needs my tight cunt. It needs to be swallowed by this virgin pussy. I wants to have my cum all over it. So you inch your big thick cock in my tight pussy. Gently, being mindful of the pain I'll experience. But once that threshold is reached, you hold nothing back. Over and over, you slam your cock into me. Tearing me apart with that huge cock. It hurts, but it feels so good. I squirm in irritation of not being able to touch you. I pull at my restraints. I want to touch you. And you have my legs pinned up so I can not even wrap my legs around you. You have total control over my body. I can't stand it. You love it. You can feel it building up in me. That ecstasy created by you. My back arches. I pull harder on my restraints. I want to hold on to you. This does so much for you. You can tell I'm ready to cum. You tell me no. I can't cum until you say so. You slow down. You want me to cum on your terms. I start to beg. Please. Don't stop. I'll listen. Please. I'm on the edge. You pick up faster and faster. Harder and harder, you slam that cock deep into me. Your balls slap against me. Driving me wild. I can hardly lay still. Finally, you're ready for me to cum. Just one word from you and I fall apart. "Cum." And I'm screaming in ecstasy. Pulling on my restraints even more desperately now. Wanting to hold onto you as I ride out my first real orgasm. You are ready to. Feeling my warm juices, my screams, my moaning of your name, it all pushes you over the edge. You explode in me. I feel the warmth flow through me. Just one load is all you are willing to spread in me. You pull out and climb on top of me. You aim and spread all over that hot cum all over my tits. I open my mouth, wanting to taste some as you pump your cock dry. Load after load, your seed is all over me. I love it. Finally, you are spent. You collapse on me. After a minute, you untie me and I finally get to touch you. I embrace you. Trying to thank you for everything. I'm still holding you as we drift off to sleep.