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Holly Valance: Whore For Fame (DeRe & Celebstars)

Holly's face was pushed further in to Sheri's groin. Her nose and mouth forced to grind against her lips with the force of the man on her head and shoulders. When he let go, the actress began to lick with more urgency, filtering her tongue inside and causing some pleasure to the woman above.

Sheri could feel her juices being lapped up by the actress with her legs wide open and stretched across the seat. A flash came from the camera he was holding, making her turn her head to the man. The bright light blinded her so she put her hand up to cover her face. Holly had never tasted pussy before and it tasted better than she had expected, although she was still upset with having to do it.

The fact that she loved the taste was just a consolation to what was going on. With her hands on each of Sheri's inner thighs, she just kept on licking to make the man happy. Hopefully he would deflect all of his anger on to the stewardess.
 
Lyons felt like a giddy schoolboy in his excitement, the alcohol bubbling in his head and firing his blood. It wasn't just the fact he had Holly doing something that obviously disgusted her - he grew rock-hard at how much degradation she seemed prepared to take. He had expected some resistance beyond just complaining; but the way she seemed so desperate was a real surprise to him.

Despite Holly's inexperience, he noted she seemed to have a natural talent with her tongue. Sheri's sobs soon alternated with sighs as Holly clumsily yet firmly worked her towards orgasm. Lyons took more photographs, slowly moving around the two women to get the clearest shots of their sweating, writhing bodies.

"That's it, Holly!" he sneered, clicking away with the camera. "You've got a gift for being a lezbo! I can see a few movies in your future, alright!" he chortled at his own joke. Placing his foot at the back of Holly's head, he pushed her harder into Sheri's crotch and snarled "Hurry it up then! Finish her off!"
 
Holly's hands were planted firmly on Sheri's inner thighs. Pushing her legs wide apart it allowed her face to have free access to continue licking up and down her lips and clit. It may have been a bad job she was doing but it still got the stewardess wet and near orgasm. The actress could hear the clicking of the camera behind her as the older male gathered evidence. His next move was unexpected however when his foot rested on the back of her head and pushed her further in to the woman's slit, smothering her in juices. Holly found it incredibly hard to breath now as she was licking the woman.

Sheri knew Holly was finding it hard to breath and tried to help her out. Although she had genuine moans of pleasure, the next was a fake. Moaning loudly and tilting her head back she pretended she had cum so Holly would be allowed to leave.
 
Lyons watched as sweat beaded on Holly's tanned shoulders, running in sparkling rivulets down her smooth back. As she struggled beneath his foot he cackled almost manically at her obvious distress. He could see Holly digging her well-groomed nails hard into Sheri's tender thigh. One her writhing began to grow too frantic he stepped back and released her, as she reeled back gasping. Lyon's laughter, Holly's desperate breaths and Sheri's wretched sobs filled the cabin with a cacophony of sex-soaked sound.

"Good job, Holly! You're getting your shit together at last." sneered the old man as he grabbed a fistful of her soft hair. He pulled her up to a half-standing position, admiring how Holly's face shone with Sheri's juice. Throwing the shaking, limp Holly back into her seat, Lyons turn and snarled at Sheri. "Okay then, time to repay the big superstar! Eat her out as well as she did you, otherwise you're going out the door!" he cackled. Like a whipped dog, Sheri crawled on her hands and knees over to Holly, trying desperately not to make eye contact. Slowly she moved in between Holly's strong, long thighs and began to work her tongue around.

"Get going!" More snarls. "Not long now till the island!"
 
Both girls were a slave to Mr Lyons. Forced to pleasure each other in front of him for his own seedy pleasures. Holly was relieved when she was allowed to stop but moaned in agony when he pulled her by her long silky hair. Being thrown in to the seat she cried as she recovered from his grasp, her hands lifting up to her head to try and comfort her scalp. Sheri meanwhile was now crawling like a dog towards the celebrity, lifting up on to her knees and spreading Holly's legs apart and burying her face in her lips.

Maybe this was a reward for Holly from Lyons. She did a good job and was now having the favour returned for her. The pain diminished as Sheri's tongue stroked at her clit, licking up and down her tender spot before moving inside of her pussy. Lowering her hands, Holly rested them on Sheri's head and watched as she pleasured her. "Ugh...." she moaned, her mouth covered in wet drips of cum from her new lady friend.
 
With a sigh Lyons collapsed heavily into the seat facing the girls. He looked lik a fleshy, sweaty Cheshire cat, grinning wide in delight at the spectacle before him. Both women seemed to relax somewhat this time around, or at least he imagined they were becoming used to the degrading act. Watching Sheri's arse pumping up and down like a piston as she ate out Holly, Lyons slapped it hard several times until the ivory flesh burned bright red. As she gurgled into Holly's snatch, Lyons then stuck his thumb up Sheri's tiny, virgin asshole.

She yelped and bucked like a whipped dog, but Holly was holding her head in place and Lyon gripped the back of her neck with his free hand. He chortled like a schoolboy burning ants with a magnifying glass as Sheri struggled to wriggle free. Pulling her head back roughly, her suddenly released screams echoed throughout the cabin.

Lyons slumped back in his seat, wiping his thumb on a nearby napkin. He barked at the moaning, trembling Sheri to quickly sit alongside Holly. She did so gingerly, her eyes unable to meet his gaze.

"Now then." He spoke in a voice that was calm, almost reassuring, and totally different to his bellowed orders. "We're going to land in twenty minutes. One of you will get off at Ibiza with me. The other one will be leaving a little earlier for a long dive into the Med." His fat face cut into a death's-head smile. "Whichever one of you can stick a bottle up the other's arse first, wins. Like this one, for instance," he said, rolling the now empty champagne bottle over to their feet.

Lyons looked steadily at both of them. "Whenever you're ready, whores."
 
Holly continued to moan as Sheri played with her clit using her tongue. Although Holly would never have chosen to be with a women, her thoughts were slowly changing at the idea. Licking stopped however and instead these deep warm breaths hit Holly's pussy as Sheri moaned and gasped when being slapped hard. The flesh rippled with the after effects, the skin glowing with redness and causing a stinging pain to the stewardess.

Using her head, Holly didn't want Sheri to finish just yet. For that brief moment, both her and Lyons were a team, using Sheri together as he placed a thumb in her asshole. It caused great discomfort to the woman, Holly feeling her screams vibrate against her lips, which just made her moan even more. When they were finished, her moans and screams filled the cabin before everyone sat in a seat panting. Holly and Sheri were sat next to one another, whilst the man was opposite them.

Both girls were huffing and puffing as he spoke. Holly the louder of the two didn't quite hear what he was saying but she felt this bottle roll against her feet. The only words she did hear were dive, bottle, ass, wins. Slowly turning her head to Sheri, the girls looked at each other. Their eyes were peering in to one another's before Sheri leaned down to grab the bottle.

"I can't swim!" Sheri shouted, rolling on the floor as she held the bottle. That was a great mistake as Holly sat on top of her stomach, her pussy wet and dripping near her belly button. "Now is a good time to learn!" Holly clenched her fist and hit Sheri in the face, making the girl moan in pain and drop the bottle. It rolled to the other side of the cabin as the plane started to turn and line up for the runway.

Sheri was dazed and she didn't have much time left as Holly grabbed the bottle and was walking back towards her. Slowly getting up she grabbed the trolley cart which was tied to the side of the plane in front of the seats. Taking the belt off, she ran down with it and hit Holly in the stomach, winding her and forcing her against the door separating them and the pilot.
 
Lyons leaned his seat back as he watched the two women begin to brawl. He felt like some debauched Roman emperor, watching two beautiful young gladiators battle. Certainly that was his dream project, and this impromptu enactment was like seeing it realized in the flesh. He licked his rubbery lips and stroked his raging cock, which once more grew red and engorged at the sight of girls debasing themselves for his pleasure. They finally had a chance to vent their desperation, frustration and fear and fought as hard as they could. The fact their lives were riding on the outcome was no small incentive.

Sheri's squealed plea sent him into gales of sadistic laughter. Assuming the dizzy cunt survived the drop, she'd drown soon enough or the sharks would take her. They were still nearly ten minutes from touching tarmac, and would be over water until the last moments. Holly's savagery and smartarse cruelty was also a great delight to him - at last he was seeing that arrogant Aussie nature she was notorious for. The way she mounted the wriggling Sheri, and the forceful blow she landed on the blond girl's face, turned him on more than the stewardess' pain.

His piggish eyes were fixed on their tight young bodies as they struggled together. The bounce of their perky round boobs, and the ripple of their toned muscles, was better than any porno Lyons had ever seen. He roared in delight as Sheri slammed the trolley hard into Holly, pushing her hard against the wall with a moaning thud. Goading the gasping Holly in a jeering tone, he sneered "You just going to take that, you dirty little slapper?"
 
The bottle fell to the floor beside Holly's foot as the trolley was keeping her pinned against the wall. Looking up at Sheri her eyes were piercing and full of hatred. "Aghhhh!" she screamed, holding on to the trolley and pushing it against the other woman. As her hands were still on it, Sheri was walking backwards very fast before tripping and getting caught up underneath it. The wheel dealt a blow to her nose and forehead, and ran over her towards the other end of the cabin.

Holly then came back over to the bottle, picking it up and making her way to Sheri who was shaken and afraid. Her nose was bloody and a bump was forming on her head already. Rolling her over like she was a piece of meat, Holly didn't even show compassion and shoved the bottle in to her ass hoping it would hurt. "I would have helped you, but you went for the bottle didn't you" Forcing the bottle in as far as she could, Sheri let out a disgracefully loud scream that hurt Holly's ears. A backhanded slap across the face shut her up as she lay there with the bottle in her ass.

Holly then turned to Lyons.
 
Giggling like a demented schoolboy, Lyons watched with delight as the two young women fought for their lives. It certainly seemed to vindicate his whole plan for the female gladiator show. The brutality of their brawl impressed him, particularly the anger that was pounding in Holly. At last, it seemed, he'd begun to tap into the ruthlessness that had initially drawn him to her. He marveled at the cold, unfeeling expression on the Aussie starlet's face as she drove the bottle neck hard into Sheri's torn ass. The defeated stewardess' scream was almost enough to make him cum right then, but it was Holly's slap that finished him off.

Moaning in ecstasy, the naked Lyons staggered to his feet. He wandered carefully down to the cabin door, and rapped it twice. A burly figure in a flight officer's uniform opened the door, and the two exchanged urgent whispers. The looming co-pilot then moved rapidly down the plane and seized Sheri's elbows, even as the bottle still protruded from her ass.

"Sit down and belt up Holly," said Lyons, his leer now fixed almost permanently. "It'll get a little bumpy."

The co-pilot dragged the struggling Sheri right to the end of the plane with Lyons walking behind. The latter turned to the terrified, shrieking blond girl and sneered loudly "Consider this the termination of your employment, you useless slut.". He pulled hard on the plane's rear door handle and it slid aside. A vista of endless sapphire-toned sea seemed to stretch out, the sun suddenly glaring through the door. Although they were only a thousand feet and still some way from the airport, they were nonetheless miles from land. The hysterical Sheri pleaded for her life at the top of her voice, offering herself up for every perversion if they'd just let her live. Lyons clung to the door tight as the co-pilot released her arms and kicked the bottle hard, driving it deeper into her ass and sending her headfirst out of the plane. There was a brief screech, then she was gone. Lyons quickly slammed the door shut again before the co-pilot himself nearly followed her. The two men composed themselves for a minute, then returned to the front of the plane. Lyons sat down opposite Holly, his flaccid naked body glowing with the exertion of sweat, while the co-pilot returned to the cabin.

Lyons gazed at Holly with a smile that was almost nauseating in its smugness. "If the fall doesn't kill her, the sharks will," he said flatly. "She certainly won't be the only foreign blond bitch who has washed up on an Ibiza beach." Drawing a notepad and pen from the seat decided him, and leaned in and said in a cold, commanding voice "Now then, while we still have time, I want your entire sexual history, from when you got your cherry popped to now. You're going to tell me every dirty little thing you've done, and I'll know if you've missed anything out. There's still time for you to follow Sheri, you know" he added, leaning back.

"So then, begin!"
 
Holly came back to reality once Lyons took over. Looking worried she did as she was told and sat down on the seat, putting her belt on and watching with interest. Sheri was dragged down the cabin, almost certainly getting carpet burn along the front of her chest and tummy. Once the door was opened a huge gush of air rushed through the cabin, Holly's hair going wild and crazy. Peering down the side she saw the stewardess hanging on for dear life, her pleas going unanswered. Her hands were on the edge of the opening, forcing her back against their pushes. The co-pilot seemed to have hit a nerving when he kicked the bottle further up her ass. Poor Sheri lost her grip and was out of the plane, her screams getting fainter with every passing second. The fall would hurt her traumatically and hopefully have her pass out, meaning less pain.

Understandably, Holly was shaking by the time Lyons large frame sat back in the chair opposite her. She knew he meant business now and didn't mess around. "Sexual history? Right...ummmmm" Her stuttering was through no fault of her own, she felt like she was pleading for her life.

"I lost my virginity at 15, to a boyfriend at school. After that I had others, tried anal, but it hurt to much." Wiping her cheek, a tear had fallen. She was growing more scared.

"I had a bit of a low spell, sleeping around with random people. I had a threesome with two guys who were friends. I met them in a club."

Looking at the door that Sheri had fallen out of, Holly breathed heavily.
 
Gazing intently at Holly as she spoke, Lyons was pleased at how she seemed to be performing. All she poured forth all manner of intimate details about herself he knew she would be perfect for his plans. He paid close and salacious attention to all her confessions, enjoying her humiliation as much as learning her history, remaining silent with a broad leer on his round face. The rush of adrenalin from throwing Sheri out still raced through him, and Holly's terror fueled it further.

As she broke down at the end of her litany of sexual adventures, he reached under his seat and pulled out a shopping bag. Rummaging around inside, he pulled out a white tennis outfit, complete with hat, sneakers and extremely short skirt. Throwing the package onto Holly's lap, Lyons cheerfully ordered her to get dressed quickly, as landing was imminent and she had to prepare for the next event.
 
The shopping bag could contain anything she thought. Looking in desperation she prayed it wouldn't be anything bad. When he threw over clothes she seemed to calm down, although just a little. Standing up she put on the white tank top and then slipped the short white mini skirt on afterwards. It barely covered her ass cheeks and her pussy was visible without any panties on before she sat back down with her legs closed. Bending down she slipped on the white sneakers and ankle socks along with the hat.

The hat was a cap and she had tied her hair in to a ponytail before placing it on her head, bringing the tail out of the gap to allow it to flow down.

"Why this outfit?" Holly asked in the most polite way she could.
 
Lyons sat back, languidly pouring himself yet another champagne as he watched Holly dress. The casual way she slid on the provocative costume was stimulating in itself to him. He really found he was becoming lustfully obsessed with Holly, and particularly doing things to her powerful young body. The tennis outfit had been tailored to her measurements, and its tight cotton seemed painted over her immaculate curves. She seemed to project a mingled air of innocence and sexiness, her tanned complexion a vivid contrast to the costume's white purity.

He raised an eyebrow by the fact she dared to address him, but in his indulgent mood he was prepared to answer. "It will be your uniform from now on, slut. Every one of my girls gets a nice little outfit to wear. You'll seen so enough." Glancing out the window, he continued "now buckle up, we're finally fuckin' here."
 
Holly had hardly played Tennis before and she wondered if he was going to make her play. He was very rich and must of had a court somewhere, but then again, he didn't seem to have the patience for a sporting type game. Buckling up, she felt the plane tilt as it came in to land. The squeaking of the rubber wheels hitting the tarmac was a sign they had touched the ground. Looking out of the window, Holly saw palm trees and blue skies. It looked a magnificent island but she knew it would turn on her soon or later.

Standing up, she walked out of the plane with the gentleman and continued to pull down on her short skirt when he wasn't looking. The bottom of her ass cheeks could be seen in it, it was that short.
 
Impatiently tapping his fingers and looking at the window, Lyons could hardly sit still until they landed. As the plane finally eased to a halt, he took Holly's hand and roughly pulled her to her feet. "C'mon Holly, we're off." The co-pilot reappeared and lowered the door, and Lyons and Holly crossed the runway.

He got a few glances under her skirt thanks to a soft breeze, as they walked over to a long white limo parked at the edge of the tarmac. The chauffeur - a girl younger than Holly, short blond hair, not that different to the late Sheri - held open the door. Lyons gestured with mocking formality for Holly to get in, then climbed in behind her as the driver shut the door and they headed off.

Sighing with exaggerated effort, Lyons undid his fly. "Little ways to my mansion yet, bitch. So let's get you practicing your oral technique, eh? Get over here and suck."
 
Bending down to get inside the vehicle, Holly showed Lyons more of her pussy before entering. She slid across the leather seating to the window before the car started to shake when Lyon's got in. As the chauffeur slammed the door shut, Holly watched her through the windows walk around to the driver's seat. The engine started to rumble and the limo moved, taking them to their destination.

Holly heard the zipper in the confined space of the limo. Turning her head quickly she saw his hands messing with his trousers. If she had just met the man, she would have slapped him across the face and told him to 'fuck off.' But after witnessing just how crazy he was on the plane, she knew better than to disobey.

Climbing down from the seat, there was a large space of black carpet which she rested her knees on. Putting her hands on his thighs, she used her fingers to pull his pants down to his ankles along with his briefs. Leaning in her cap poked his stomach. Turning it to the side so it was at an angle, Holly leaned down again and started to suck the male. He was soft at the moment, but her wet warm tongue soon changed that, changing him in to a strong champion. Her head bobbed up and down his thick long shaft, coating it in a gloss of her saliva and rubbing it up against the inside of her cheeks.
 
Lyons leaned back in the soft leather seat with a Cheshire cat grin on his face as Holly took him into her mouth. It was cool and wet, with his cock sliding smoothly in. He placed a firm hand on top of her bouncing head, growling "Suck it down! This isn't your boyfriend's midget cock, remember. Gag on the fucking thing!" Lyons could tell she was holding back and it angered him. He forced her face right down into his crotch, crushing her nose in his wiry pile of pubic hair. Struggling to breath, Holly was forced to gag and swallow him down even further.

Pulling out his phone with his other hand, Lyons hit an autodial number and looked down to watch Holly working his cock. A bimboish female voice answered on the over end.

"Boss?"

"Be there in 30 minutes. Have the Australian package. Ready a room, I want her first fight to be tonight." He pulled Holly's head up slightly and hissed "Suck my ballsack! Lick my cock too, nice and slow!" He hung up the phone and threw it beside, putting his hands behind his head with a sign.

"Thirty minutes, Whore-olly!" he laughed. "Make it last!"
 
Gagging noises would of been heard in the vehicle as he forced her down on his cock. Both of her hands were on his knees, trying to push her upper body away from him. Squinting her eyes heavily, she frowned when her airways were blocked. It caused her heart to beat faster out of fear.

Bobbing her head up and down as far as his hand would let her, Holly tried to pleasure him the best she could without receiving criticism. Moaning in agony, she lowered her head to his ball sack with his cock still in her mouth. It was an awkward way to pleasure him but she had to try her best.

Looking up at him with her big eyes, she heard him mentioned 'fight' which made her think of poor Sheri.
 
The limo began to wind its way through the rugged Mediterranean hills, towards Lyons house. His steady, heavy sighs were as much tiredness as pleasure from Holly's vigorous blowjob. As he choked and moaned the vibrations ran through his shaft. "That mouth of yours might be better for something than singing shitty songs after all!" he chortled, then groaned with a guttural sound as he finally blew in her mouth.

"Aww shit, Holly!" he chuckled. "You're better than any Viagra. Got me working better than fast than any bitch I had the satisfaction of fucking." Releasing her head, he forced her roughly onto the facing seat of the limo. "Well, that killed a little while! You're definitely improving. It would be a shame alright if you don't survive the next few days, but I think you've shown me you've got what it takes."

Leaning back with yet another heavy sign, Lyons looked out at the sun-baked roadside and said "Settle in then, have a drink. Very nearly at journey's end!"
 
It was cringing and disgusting having his brown bush in her face whilst her mouth was used to jerk him off. Her well manicured nails dug in to his thighs with anger and desperation until he blew his load inside of her mouth. As she was pushed off, his seed splashed out of her lips and down her chin. Wiping it with the back of her hand she cried almost and sobbed, her nose running with snot. Composing herself on the seat, she sat up and turned around as to sit properly. Holly had no idea what he had in mind, but he seemed to like her fighting Sheri on the plane.

Looking and peering at him she saw a drink on offer and took it. She wanted it to wash out his sperm from between her teeth. Knocking it back in one go, she regretfully swallowed it all.
 
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