Dirty Denise Does Gillian Anderson
by Dirtydenise ©
Note: I make no claims as to the validity or truthfulness of the story
contained herein. Consider it a work of fiction, for entertainment
purposes only. The author, Denise D. accepts no responsibility for
interpretation of the events described herein as fact.
I was shopping on 5th avenue in NYC last fall. It was a gorgeous day –
perfect New York weather. I hadn’t found shit in hours of shopping, and
was getting ready to give up and go back to the youth hostel where
staying, when I decided to duck into one more ritzy overpriced boutique.
The place was packed with little yuppie bitches and their 50-something
divorcee moms, spending way too much money on glorified rags. I must have
looked quite the freak in my vinyl pants and white dress shirt, topped off
with my leather jacket. I got some great disapproving looks. It was fun to
watch these poor souls, actually, and I browsed around, giggling quietly
to myself at their "This makes me look fat" type whining.
One little prima donna in particular was creating quite a scene because
her mother wouldn’t cough up the $1,300 for a little Versace number she
had her eye on. She was stomping her feet and sobbing. Quite a show.
"What a little bitch!" I heard a sultry voice say. I turned and saw a
svelte redhead to my right. She was shaking her head and laughing quietly.
It took a few seconds for me to register who I was looking at. I smiled at
her and looked away. Sure enough, upon looking at her again, I could
confirm it. Gillian Anderson. Queen of the sci-fi screen, or something
like that. I had never been a big fan of the X-Files or anything, but God
DAMN did she look good! She was decked out in some TIGHT black slacks and
a form-fitting black blouse. She had a dressy coat on as well, and it hung
just low enough to cover her ass, which was pissing me off to no end. I
just wanted to lift that coat up and have a look at that booty. I managed
to control myself, however, and with a subtle lick of my lips, I
"Well Ms. Anderson!" I began, "It’s a PLEASURE to meet you. My name’s
Denise." I extended my hand in a very ladylike fashion.
"Nice to meet you, Denise," Gillian replied sweetly, shaking my hand in a
soft, uncertain way. I caught a whiff of her perfume and became
intoxicated. I had to have her. Maybe it was who she was. Maybe it was
just because she was a hot woman and I was horny. Who knows?
"Quite a scene in here today, eh?" I joked as the stomping girl wailed
once more at her frightfully embarrassed mother.
"It certainly is!" Gillian laughed. She put her sunglasses on, and began
to turn to the door.
"Let me buy you some coffee… I’m a huge fan." I lied. Gillian turned
back toward me with a suspicious smile, looked me over a bit, and agreed.
Why she did I’ll never know, but it was to work out for the best.
We grabbed a cab, and I told the driver to head up to a quiet little
coffee shop on 96th St., just around the corner from where I was staying.
Gillian told me she was in NYC doing some publicity stuff for the X-Files,
and so on. I wasn’t listening so much as watching her lips and tongue
move, and imagining how they’d feel pressed against my crotch. I snapped
myself out of it as we pulled up to the coffee shop. I paid the driver,
and we sauntered inside. I led Gillian over to the corner of the room,
where there was a dimly lit booth, and had her sit down. Much to her
surprise, I sat down next to her, as opposed to across from her. I smiled
sweetly to disarm her defenses, and she seemed to relax a little when I
did. I didn’t want her to think I was a psychotic fan… I wanted her to
get the feeling I was a girlfriend of hers, perhaps. She seemed to be
Gillian ordered a mocha latte, and I got myself a tall cappuccino, as I
always do. Gillian was kind and personable. She told me of her recent
filming escapades for the X-Files, and filled me in on the details of her
possible movie deals and things of that sort. I feigned interest, smiling
, "Oooh" -ing and "Ahh" -ing where appropriate. I was beginning to have
more and more difficulty holding myself back, however, and I soon decided
it was time to bag her.
Gillian turned to sip on her latte, and I hissed softly as I slid my hand
onto her thigh… she gasped and choked on her beverage as she began to
turn to me in disgust…
"Denise!" She began, "What the fuck are you…"
"Gillian, dear!" I oozed as my hand slid to her tightly packaged crotch,
"I don’t give a fuck about your show, or your movies, or your fame." I
found her perfectly soft center and pressed sweetly on it. She
involuntarily bucked her hips and her eyes half closed in helpless
pleasure. "I can do some wonderful things to you." I continued, "I can
give you pleasure you’ve never imagined… sexual pleasure."
"I don’t… I mean I’m not…" Gillian struggled for words between her
tightly drawn breaths. My fingers were doing a dance on her hot mound, and
she was torn between stopping me, and having a massive orgasm right then
and there. Her eyes shone with a gorgeous struggle between the two. She
was well aware of what I could do for her, and she wasn’t ready to give
that up so easily. "I’m not gay, Denise… I can’t"
"You don’t have to do anything, Gillian," I lied again. I had to ensnare
her somehow. "Just let me do for you… you’ll be glad you did." I
increased the intensity of my massaging, and coupled it with hot breath in
her ear… I began to feel her body tighten in expectation of orgasm, but
I wasn’t about to let her off that easy. I stopped.
"What are you doing to me?" Gillian demanded innocently. Her breast heaved
as she fought to keep her own hands from finishing what I had brought her
so close to. She was aroused to perfection; squirming in her seat and
looking at me with eyes that said she did not know what to do next. She
"Come to the bathroom with me…" I half demanded. This moment wouldn’t
last all the way back to my room… I had to do it now. Gillian was in a
state of erotic shock, and her animal desire was getting the better of
her. I flicked my pierced tongue at her, and it seemed to lay to rest any
doubts. Gillian scooted her ass out of the booth and walked demurely
behind me, looking around nervously to make sure nobody of import would
Moments later, I was locking the door to a bathroom stall, with Gillian
Anderson standing before me – breast heaving with excitement. She was
shivering, so I pulled her to me. My hands immediately strayed to her
tight ass, squeezing and molesting it in an obscene manner. Gillian moaned
as my eager fingers spread her firm, full ass and explored the sweet
crevice between her legs through her exquisitely tight slacks.
"These need to come off, you know," I whispered hotly in her ear as I
tugged on the waistband of her slacks. Gillian bit her lip and nodded. My
hand slipped around and unbuttoned the six buttons that stood between me
and her steaming sex. I never turned my eyes from hers as my slender hands
expertly slid her slacks over her beautiful ass and off of her body as she
whimpered in pure desire. I could tell she no longer had any doubts as to
what she wanted me to do. I ran my hands up the back of her creamy, silky
thighs, and back up to her sumptuous ass. It was my eyes that now sprung
open in surprise as I noticed she did not have panties on. My clit jumped
in my vinyl pants as I slid my tongue out and over her soft ruby red lips.
She parted them slightly and I wasted no time in sliding my tongue into
her mouth. She tasted of mocha latte and lipstick, and my knees buckled as
she moaned the sweetest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard a woman make.
My hands went to their positions; my left snaked around Gillian’s waist
and dipped down between her supple ass cheeks, and my right slid down her
heaving belly, through the thatch of matted curls, and made contact with
her SCALDING hot crease. Gillian cried out and lost her footing as the
pleasure of my touch hit her. She hung from my neck like a drunken college
girl and began to wiggle her hips in the cutest, sexiest way.
"Oh no no dear, you can’t sit," I teased as my right hand slid through her
slippery folds in search of her clit, "That would make things too easy!" I
leaned back against the wall of the stall to help support Gillian’s
weight, just as my right index finger found her hard nub. Her clit was
small, but insanely hard, and I stroked it firmly, determined to blow her
mind. Gillian cried out; almost too loudly! I was sure someone had heard
her, but I’d be damned if that would stop me now. My left hand slid
deeper, and I pressed my middle finger against her tight nether entrance.
"Ooooh yessss!" Gillian hissed as my finger pressed into her ass. She was
the image of debauchery, squatting down, leaning against me with my
fingers doing sweet magic to her body. She began to do the inevitable, and
started to grind her body against me in an attempt to increase her
pleasure. This was my cue.
"Bend over for me please, Gillian," I whispered in her ear. She wasted no
time in complying, and before I knew it her hands were on the back wall of
the stall, and I was staring at her fine naked ass in all its wanton
glory. This was working out far better than I had hoped!
"Please, Denise… don’t stop… do something to me…" Gillian whimpered.
"Do what, dear? What would you like me to do?" I teased.
"Ohhhhh… li… lick my…" Gillian couldn’t bring herself to say it. I
was ready for her though. Was she ready for this?
"Lick your ass?" I asked, innocently and with evil intent.
"What? No my…" Gillian’s words were cut short as my hot pierced tongue
slid across her tight asshole. She stopped breathing completely for at
least 20 seconds as I loosely licked her nasty rear up and down like a
desperate whore. My resolve was fading, and I myself was turning purely
animal. Gillian’s raunchy stink filled my nostrils as I continued to
lather her most private place with pure lust. "My sweet fucking lord that
feels so…" Gillian’s nasty talk was cut short as I felt her tight rear
hole begin to contract rhythmically beneath my hot tongue. Could she be
cumming already? I nuzzled my face lower down and slid my tongue up to
meet her clit as she started to make sweet barking sounds and buck her ass
back at me. My tongue stud crushed against her clit again and again as I
stabbed my tongue into her dripping center. My nose was pressed tight
against her asshole as she finished her obviously mind-blowing orgasm. Her
scent and the feel of her tight body thrashing against my face made me
realize how gushingly wet my own pussy was, packed tightly within my vinyl
pants. I needed to cum too.
"Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?" I asked Gillian as she slumped down to
the floor, trembling. I stood up so that my crotch was level with her
flushed and smiling face. I ran my fingers across my mound, pressing
firmly on it as I pushed my pelvis toward her suggestively. My vinyl pants
helped exaggerate the sensation and my eyes rolled back in my head at the
little pleasure burst.
"Turn around, Denise." Gillian whimpered. What did she say? What could she
possibly want me to do that for? Nevertheless, without stopping my
ministrations upon my own pussy, I turned around and leaned gently against
the other wall of the stall. My shiny, vinyl-clad ass was pushed into
Gillian’s face. As odd as it sounds, I felt slightly exposed. I kept
pushing on my pussy, when suddenly I felt Gillian’s hand smack my firm
ass. What a thrill! My body tensed and erotic shockwaves coursed through
me. I was about to moan when I felt Gillian press her FACE into my ass! I
could feel her nose… her mouth… grinding against my ass flesh through
the tight vinyl. What a fucking erotic scene! I looked back to see with my
own eyes what she was doing, and almost blew my girl-wad right there. "You
have such a sexy fucking ass, Denise!" Gillian whimpered as she literally
kissed my butt. Was she doing this purely for my benefit? I looked down
and saw that she was frantically jiggling her pussy. So the girl had an
extreme vinyl fetish? Perhaps… I wasn’t about to question her actions.
"Make yourself cum with me, Denise…" Gillian sighed.
She didn’t have to ask twice. I unbuckled my belt and slid my hand into my
super-tight pants. I dug down to my creamy crotch and started to flick my
swollen clit. I tugged on my clit ring a little to enhance the feeling.
Gillian began to moan in an erotic way I can’t begin to describe. I
couldn’t take my eyes off of her face, buried in the tight black crease of
my pants. She nuzzled me and continued to jam on her own clit for what
seemed like hours. I felt my own orgasm begin to build. Gillian announced
that she was cumming, and I let go. My hips shuddered and thrashed, my ass
bouncing back against Gillian’s face as my orgasm rocked my body
violently. My knees buckled and I felt my pants get warm as I oozed my hot
cum into them.
Seconds later, it was over. Gillian was standing up and pulling her slacks
back on over her sexy ass. She seemed a little uncomfortable. I was
sitting on the toilet, my pants undone with my hand still in my steaming
crotch. I cleaned myself up and stood with her.
"Thank you for doing this for me, Denise." Gillian said in an annoyingly
impersonal Hollywood-like tone. "It was really great." And with that, she
patted me on the back and walked out. I washed up a bit in the bathroom
and went back out to my table. The check had been paid, and there was no
sign of Gillian. It was like a crazy sexy dream, but the lipstick marks on
my ass spoke otherwise. I smiled at the cashier and headed back to my