Title: Keira’s Date
Author: ficfan18
Celebs: Keira Knightley, Helen Flannigan
Codes: MF, FF, exh, MC, mDom
Disclaimer: This a work of the imagination none of this is real. It never happened and never will, so bare that in mind . Enough with the formalities read and hopefully enjoy.
Keira couldn’t remember when she’d felt so excited about going on a 1st date.
She had met the handsome, charming, erudite, and she had to admit dam sexy, Dr Hugh Kimner at a charity function a few days ago. Her heart had beaten like a teenager in love when he had agreed to take her out tonight.
Her room was strewn with a seemingly endless supply of dresses that she’d tried on. She really wanted to look her best for him, finally she had settled on a sea green, backless, short dress, so short that the hem wouldn’t cover the tops of her stockings if she were wearing any. Her shoes were strappy, sexy four inch heels they had a thin strap around her ankle and another over her toes, other than that her foot was naked.
She looked at herself in a mirror.
Wow!
She looked good enough to eat, a mischievous grin came over her face and she reached up under her tiny skirt and removed her black lace thong. She wouldn’t do this normally but somehow it felt right for tonight. Finally she checked her make up, applied a little more of her new favourite cherry red lipstick, grabbed a handbag and left home.
The cabbie chatted constantly; Keira replied absent mindedly, all she could think of was her upcoming rendezvous with Dr Kimner. Just thinking of him made her tingle
The cab dropped her in an area of London she wasn’t familiar with, the restaurant looked a somewhat low key, perhaps even run down; but it must be good if Hugh had chosen it.
She entered, the place had subdued lighting and a rich spicy aroma filled the air tantalising her taste buds . She saw Hugh at the bar and a shiver of anticipation ran through her, imagining all the things she’d like to do to him. She could feel her nipples harden under the thin material of her dress. She started to wonder why she was behaving like this? Like a schoolgirl with a crush? Then she saw him look at her and she licked her lips lasciviously then blushed. She shook her head letting her hair flick then sauntered over to Hugh a huge smile on her face.
“Hi” she purred sexily and hugged him, her nipples stabbed against his shirt. He felt strong and manly in her arms, he was everything shed ever wanted, reluctantly she broke the hug.
Hugh briefly looked her up and down
“You look” and he paused and shrugged “…nice”
Inwardly Keira fumed.
“NICE”
Her mouth dropped open ,how dare he call her that, She looked stunning if she said so herself. She’d spent hours ,making herself look this sexy. She was a famous desirable Hollywood actress and this man could only think to describe her as nice.
He reached out and straightened a loose hair brushing it over her ear. As he touched her, her breathing quickened her heart raced and her anger evaporated.
“Follow me Keira, we have a table reserved” as he talked his hand rested in the small of her back. The feel of his hand on her bare skin drove her crazy, images of them making love clouded her mind and she was glad when they reached the table and sat down as she was sure her legs were about to collapse under her at any moment.
She sat listening to him intently but all the time she was trying to figure out what was wrong with her tonight?
Why was she behaving so strangely?
Why was this man having such an effect upon her?
Why did she want to fuck is brains out every time she saw him?
A pretty blonde waitress appeared to take their order, but what surprised Keira was that she was topless!
The woman’s breasts seemed to jut out into Keira’s face. Keira looked around and suddenly realised that all the waitresses were topless as was the bar staff. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? Her attention was diverted from this puzzle when she felt Hugh’s fingers stroking her hand. She gasped sensually at his touch and looked at him.
“You’re happy with that Keira?”
“What?” replied the confused actress.
“I just ordered for you” he said confidently. “I’m a man and I know what pretty girls like, besides we don’t want you getting all fat now do we, it would be a catastrophe if you turned into a porker. Who’d ever want to fuck you then?”. And he laughed.
Keira seethed!
This man might be handsome, but he was a pig. She stood up and was about to let him experience the foul language she was notorious for when he touched her again.
Her anger vanished and for an instant pleasure coursed through her.
She looked into his eyes and giggled playful.
“Yes you’re right as always” she replied meekly.
“Good girl, good girl” .he repeated and smiled broadly.
Keira chewed on her salad daintily, all the time the exotic, alluring aromas from Hugh’s food made her mouth water. While she ate her meagre helping she glanced around. All the dinners seemed to be older men with pretty, airhead, trophy companions. Hugh was older than her, that was true. Was that all she was? A trophy to be displayed to these arrogant males?
She was wearing far more clothes than any other women in here and showing the least flesh, and by far she had the smallest breasts in the building.
No. It was clear she was an intelligent, independent woman, not a bimbo.
Keira ran a stick of celery through the thin house dressing and tried to identify it. It was delicious, different yet somehow familiar. It was slightly zesty but with an underlying saltiness; she rolled it around her tongue savouring it. She loved it and decided that later she’d ask for the recipe.
Keira was brought back to reality when Hugh ordered a waitress to take their plates away, even though Keira hadn’t finished.
Keira couldn’t draw her eyes away from the waitress’s breasts; they were full, firm and perfect. They jiggled in front of Keira who subconsciously licked her lips whenever they swayed closer.
The actress suddenly blushed as she realised she was staring.
She wasn’t like that.
She wasn’t into girls.
Ok there was that one off with Kate Beckinsale a few years ago and that very brief ‘liaison’ with Rosamund Pike during filming of Pride & Prejudice .Apart from that she just wasn’t into girls they did nothing for her.
This waitress did look good; she had everything, full, long, blonde hair, striking blue eyes, really full breasts, shapely legs, and a wonderful hourglass figure. Suddenly Keira felt jealous of her, all that teenage angst she’d had, of being virtually flat chested and narrow hipped resurfaced and she felt insecure and intimidated by the ‘real woman’ at her side.
“Are you enjoying yourself Keira? I ask as you seem distracted.” queried Hugh
Keira cheeks flushed red, she nodded her head, the waitress had gone but Keira hadn’t noticed her leave she was too enthralled by Hugh to notice.
“Well my dear you’re going to have even more fun now! I want you to take off your panties. Right here, right now and hand them too me.”
Keira froze but blushed anew.
“Come now you can do it,” and he added in a sugary tone. “Just for me”.
Keira leaned forward and whispered to Hugh
“I can’t I’m not wearing any!” and she giggled mischievously
“You are a wicked girl, show me NOW”. He ordered
Keira felt a strange pride fill her; she looked left then right, shifted her chair slightly then slowly, deliberately inched up her hem.
“Open your legs a little wider I need a better view” purred Hugh.
Keira obeyed instantly and she felt her pussy tingle and moisten.
Hugh smiled at her “I love the view; now listen, this is very important do NOT move at all until I tell you to, do you understand me?”
Keira nodded, she was nervous but now even more excited.
The blonde waitress returned with a coffee, fear fluttered over Keira’s face and she was about to clamp her legs shut when Hugh waved a disapproving finger at her.
Despite everything Keira obeyed and kept herself displayed and a perverse thrill coursed through her.
Hugh thanked the waitress then continued. “Besides Keira what does it matter if Helen here sees you, she’s merely a waitress, a servant and therefore is of no importance at all”.
Keira couldn’t help but notice the waitress shiver excitedly at these words. For the first time she spotted a ‘HELEN F’ name tag stuck high on the waitress’s right breast. The rest of the woman’s uniform consisted of a small, tight ,form hugging pair of panties, with an obvious camel toe, stockings and very high ‘fuck me’ heels.
Hugh took his spoon and deliberately tossed it on the floor where it landed between Keira’s feet.
” be a pet Helen and pick that up for me”
The waitress curtsied, dropped to her knees and crawled under the table towards the spoon.
Hugh continued “You see Keira, Helen here used to be an actress. I hear she was quite well known, but only on television, she wasn’t a REAL actress like you. Then she discovered her real talent was to serve, and now she gets great personal fulfilment in being an obedient waitress, and she is very obedient. Waitress stay where you are and raise your head”
Helen obeyed and brought her head up between Keira’s thighs, Keira could feel the waitress’s breath waft over her pussy, making her gasp and fidget in her chair.
“If I told this waitress to lick your cunt, she would without hesitation she’d do it enthusiastically even in public, because I told her too.” Hugh watched his date gauging her reaction so far. “Keira I want you to reach out and stroke her hair like you would a pet”.
Both women were now red faced and panting. Keira obeyed gingerly stroking that luscious blonde hair, the waitress’s breathing became faster with each stroke, her breasts shuddered and heaved. Keira didn’t know why she was doing this. She wanted to stop but she couldn’t. What was starting to scare her was that she was becoming more excited by the second; she knew Helen was close enough to see and smell her increasing arousal and this only made it worse she felt so humiliated and excited.
Hugh casually finished his coffee while happily watching the struggle written on Keira’s face.
” Waitress takes this cup away”.
“At once Sir.” Came a muffled reply, carefully Helen extricated herself from under the table, when she stood her nipples were jutting out and she had an obvious wet patch staining her tiny panties.
Keira didn’t know if she was relieved or upset when the waitress left, she barely heard Hugh when he explained that poor Helen would show off that stain on her panties all night long and how everyone who saw her would know she was a slut.
“Keira do you enjoy showing off?
Do you enjoy when people look at you and your body?
Is that why you’ve appeared topless in most of your movies?”
Before Keira could reply Hugh continued.
”I mean look at what you’ve worn tonight. I like it, it’s stylish, elegant but at the same time sluttish.
I can see why you bought it; it suits you . But there is one thing that would improve it greatly.
I want you to wear it back to front.
I want you to go to the Ladies rest room and change now.” His voice was clear and authoritative.
Keira felt unable to defy him she wasn’t sure if she wanted to defy him. Slowly she rose and her skirt fell back in place. She walked unsteadily towards the rest room every step made her anxiety grow.
Keira pushed the door open and entered.
The entire room was covered floor to ceiling with mirrored tiles, but this wasn’t the most unusual aspect of the place.
There were no stalls . Just a row of porcelain pedestals and sat on one was a pretty blonde pissing loudly. Keira glanced at her and noticed she had no panties around her feet, knees or thighs. A thought occurred to Keira; perhaps none of the women here tonight were wearing panties. The idea made her giggle and it caused the blonde to blush to her toes thinking Keira was laughing at her.
Keira moved to the wash basins every step she took echoed loudly around the room.
Why was she considering this?
Could she do this?
Was Hugh right about her liking to show off?
Was she a secret exhibitionist?
Her mind flashed full of all the revealing outfits she’d worn at so many events over the years, she didn’t realise she was holding her breath.
Behind her a toilet flushed, breaking her concentration the blonde was soon standing next to Keira washing her hands. She kept glancing over to the actress. Finally she turned and spoke but all the while she was gazing at the tiled floor under Keira. She was clearly staring at Keira’s pussy and ass.
“Hello I’m up here “snapped the annoyed actress.
The blonde mumbled an apology and scampered out.
Keira looked at herself in the mirror and her anxiety returned, could she do this?
The idea of being that daring did thrill her. Maybe Hugh was right about her.
Hell yes she’d do it for Hugh.
She reached up and unfastened the dress; after a bit of wriggling it was easy to turn it the way Hugh wanted.
Keira gasped at her reflection, her breasts were almost totally exposed, half of the areola was on display. Only the fact that her nipples were so hard made them hold some of the material in place saving her from complete exposure, merely walking might make them pop free, she’d have to be very careful.
She took delicate steps as she moved, her heels click clacked noisily on the mirrored floor, she paused at the door and caught her breath before moving back out into the busy
restaurant.
She could feel the eyes on her and was shocked to realise she liked it. She swaggered sexily as she moved back to her table and sat down.
“What do you think of this look Hugh?” she purred seductively.
“You’re a good, obedient girl Keira but I think we both know you’re not happy ,you want to go further. Don’t deny that you’re cunt is dripping now at the thought.”
All Keira could do was stare at the table because he was right.
“Now my pretty little slut this is what I want you to do. I want you to pull that top down .I want you to sit here in public topless showing off those tits that the world has seen on screen so often.”
She shouldn’t do it.
It was madness .
It would destroy her career.
She just couldn’t do it, it was unthinkable, but already her fingers were reaching up to the clasps and undoing them. The top floated down around her hips like falling petals. There was a ripple of applause and a few gasps from women, a wave of pleasure pulsed through her and she felt something new, it was pride.
Keira looked around, the men were ordering their pretty partners to strip like Keira, some obeyed instantly but others were sobbing and trying to refuse.
Keira seemed enthralled by what was going on around her.
“Slut,,,slut, SLUT pay attention! “Snapped Hugh.
“Sorry,, Sir” she replied meekly.
“This is what you will do slut. You will remove your dress and put it here “And he banged the table making Keira jump.
She trembled in excitement at his words her chest heaved her hands trembled in anticipation. She knew deep down that she would obey despite the fact that this scared her to the core, she looked around the room every woman in the place was now topless; this in a way reassured her.
Keira shuffled in her seat letting her hips rise as she reached down and pulled the dress from her body. She couldn’t stop her hand from shaking as she dropped the dress where Hugh had commanded.
She’d done it.
She was sat stark naked in a public area and she’d never been so excited.
Her heart was thumping so loud she thought it would deafen her.
Hugh smiled; he knew she’d do anything for him.
“You’re an obedient little slut I can tell how excited you are because your cunt juices are staining your chair. Now Keira you will move your dainty hands down to your cunt” and he paused. Despite everything Keira was hoping he would say, finger yourself, but her mouth dropped open when she heard him continue.
“And spread those swollen cunt lips wide!”
Keira obeyed she couldn’t help herself; she was now exposing herself in a way that would have seemed incomprehensible even a few minutes ago.
“Waitress” snapped Hugh clicking his fingers.
Helen scampered to his table, her breasts jiggled with every step she took; she looked breathless as she arrived curtsied and said “Sir.”
Although she was facing Hugh her eyes were locked onto Keira’s exposed, open, wet cunt.
Hugh pointed to Keira
“This slut needs to be naked, fully naked, so be a dear, kneel down and take off her shoes.”
Keira watched as the sexy waitress disappeared under the table, she felt the heat from her skin before she was touched. Keira let out a moan of desire that showed she was barely in control. Helen started to unclasp the elegant shoe and then cradled Keira’s delicate foot while gently stroking it. She gazed longingly at Keira’s cunt; she was mesmerized by the wet, soft, pink flesh. Every caress of her foot, every touch made Keira’s cunt glisten anew and more juices would flow from her. All Keira could picture now was the image of the blonde’s tongue lapping, pushing, probing inside her, giving her the pleasure she craved. She knew she’d come in seconds if Hugh would only allow the waitress to touch her, but he wasn’t giving permission.
Slowly, reluctantly Helen resurfaced and placed the heels neatly on top of Keira’s dress, her uniform panties were thoroughly soaked now.
Hugh turned to the waitress
“Keira here enjoys being naked, really naked, as naked as the day she was born. So to oblige her, her dress is off, she’s barefoot but she’s not naked yet. Waitress removes her earrings and then her ring.” Helen curtsied and moved to Keira’s side, her fingers stroked that famous face and Keira moaned loudly she was anticipating a caress, a kiss but it never came. Keira began to whimper as her need spiralled out of control, she was trembling with lust as Helen removed the glistening elegant dangling jewellery.
The waitress looked down at Keira’s hand ,the ring shone as much as her cunt. Carefully she moved her hand down to Keira’s and gently held it, cupping it as she slowly and deliberately slid the ring of the actress’s finger. As she did this she pushed her middle finger inside Keira.
“YESSS” Keira cried and her muscles squeezed Helen’s invading digit. She was desperate for more; she wanted Helen to finger fuck her to orgasm here and now no matter who saw her.
“HELEN FLANNIGAN GO NOW AND REPORT FOR PUNISHMENT!” snapped an angry Hugh.
Reluctantly the waitress withdrew her finger and with her head down walked away.
Keira now looked as if she were about to burst into tears from sheer frustration.
Hugh smiled as he stood and moved towards Keira, his strong hands grabbed her yanking her to her feet. He dragged her behind him as he headed to the Gents toilet. Keira was praying that he’d fuck her.
It was all she cared about now.
Once Inside he pulled her into a stall lifted her up onto the seat and had her knee, arms stretched out behind her. Hugh grabbed them pushing her head and torso down and her ass up.
He held her body firmly as he pushed his cock deep into her ass .Her body rocked as he sank deeper into her tight hole.
It was what she wanted, what she craved, he was using her, pounding her relentlessly.
She screamed incoherently as he pulled out, she thrust back at him she needed to feel him in her, trying to tell him of her need to have is cock back in side her where it belonged.
Hugh let her suffer for a 30 seconds, enjoying her neediness and desperation as she ground against him.
This time he thrust into her wet cunt he was brutal and rough, possessing her, controlling her, owning her, slamming balls deep into that slender frame
She relished it, her howls of delight were deafening they echoed and amplified around the cubicle.
She wanted his cum in her.
She wanted to be his fuck toy for ever
She could only be truly content if his cum was deep inside her
She’d die without his cum.
She came on his cock and lost her mind, her body reacting to the overwhelming pleasure that destroyed her sanity. Her body reacted to pleasure alone now it bucked and shook and spasmed.
Her orgasmic gyrations were just too much for Hugh they seemed to be endless ,rippling along his cock ,he finally came inside her. Filling her deeply with his cum.
Hugh casually tidied himself, glancing over at the still senseless woman. He left the gents and a walked to his table and received a round of applause; clearly they’d heard Keira’s screams. He left enough cash to cover the bill and noted that Keira’s dress and shoes, in fact everything she’d had with her had gone.
As he stood outside in the rain and hailed a cab he wondered how the naked, penniless actress would get home.
He shrugged to himself, he’d hear all about that adventure tomorrow.
The End
Any imput would be appreciated as would suggestions for further adventures.
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