Britney Story
Keywords: Story, Britney,
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"Yeah, for those of you that have already read it, this is just my "Oops, I Did It With Britney" story that has previously appeared in four separate parts in the "celebrities" section, but I've put it on here for a couple of reasons. For one thing, I've noticed that the stories in this section appear to get a lot more readers and a lot more feedback than in the celebs bit, for another it gives me a chance to put the stories together as one whole story as I had first thought of it. Most importantly, the feedback that I did get for the story when it was first posted was decidedly mixed, mostly based around the first part's twist (which won't come as much of a shock any more given the section I've put it into now) of a shemale Britney.
The readers of this section appear to be much more open minded and so you may be better equipped to view this story in that light. In my defence, I would say that before writing this story I read the plenty of excellent Britney stories that already appear on literotica (some of the best are listed under my favourites) and knew that I couldn't hope to compete with them. However, I did notice that many of the stories combined Britney fantasies with the author's other fantasies, giving us the likes of lesbian Britney or bondage Britney, so why not transsexual Britney I thought? Hopefully you new readers may be more forgiving of the idea. One final reason for this reappearance of the story is that a sequel is in the works, time permitting, and I wanted to see if it was worth doing, if there were people out there who would want to know what happened next. So there we are, that's all I've got to say to you except that I hope you enjoy the story and all feedback is appreciated (sometimes even the bad stuff).
Britneyfan ;)"
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1. You Drive Me Crazy
Any man who tells you that he hasn't ever fantasised about sex with the world's greatest and sexiest pop star Britney Spears is probably lying. After all, who wouldn't give anything they could just for one night with the lithe, hot All-American goddess? Frankly, when it came to Britney, I was no different from any other man, when one of her videos came on MTV I have to confess I felt a little stir of arousal and excitement, and when I closed my eyes and jerked off my cock in my lonely bedroom it was her beautiful, perfect celebrity body that I saw, writhing naked before me. Britney knew exactly what a man looked for to utterly turn him on and used this knowledge to great advantage in her skimpy, sexy costumes and suggestive dance moves that had me drooling at my TV set. Sure, there are a lot of other sexy pop stars out there, no doubt about that, but Britney has that little extra something that makes her especially appealing. Some people claim Christina Aguilera is sexier, she certainly wears more revealing clothing but she doesn't quite have the same understanding as Britney as to what men want to see. You see Britney does wear sexy revealing clothes but she mixes he in your face sexuality with a certain girl next door homely innocence that is the perfect mix to snare any guy's attention.
I'd been a fan of Britney's beautiful body ever since she burst on to the scene dancing down her school hallway dressed in a midriff bearing schoolgirl's outfit, however I had later become a fan of her music as well. I was still at school when Baby One More Time came out. At the time I liked, or at least claimed to like, all the kinds of serious guitar bands that all my friends were in to, that was the kind of music we listened to together, Radiohead, Oasis, Nirvana, that kind of thing. However, as teenage boys tend to do, we also watched pop videos on MTV hoping to get the chance to ogle the beautiful pop babes. It was in this situation that I first encountered the teenage Britney, already masterful at the sexiness-innocence combination, in her Baby One More Time video. Of course this sent all us guys into a wave of excitement to discover a hot new star to drool over. While the other guys only saw this as the same as any of the Spice Girls type videos we'd already seen, there was something about the video beyond Britney's sexy body that made me want to go back and watch it again and again.
Of course, I couldn't actually enjoy this cheesy pop music song, I assured myself, I was a serious guitar music lover. It wasn't until a couple of years later, by that time I was quite obsessed with Britney's gorgeous look realised I was almost as keen on her music and that Baby One More Time was much more my kind of thing than what I'd been listening to before. For once, my thirteen year-old sister Becky had been smarter than I was. She'd been into Britney's music from day one and had bought most of her singles and albums. One day, not long after I had graduated from High School and was taking some time off between school and college, Becky came home with a copy of Britney's new album, Oops, I Did It Again. As I created reasons to hang around in the living room where Becky was playing the album, I realised how much I was enjoying it without even having Britney herself to look at. The album was great fun catchy pop and I realised what I'd been missing all this time of not getting into the music that really appealed to me and instead liking what I was supposed to.
In college, the fact that I owned and regularly listened to all of Britney's albums excited some comment, a lot more than the huge Britney poster I had on my wall, and people liked to mock me for it but I was more comfortable in my taste now. Each evening, I would look up at the life size poster on the wall to see Britney looking down on me, dressed in just a black halter-top and tiny shining gold hot-pants. As I became aroused even looking at the poster, I began to wonder what it would be like to be with the real Britney, to feel my body pressed against her perfect one, to feel her soft lips against mine or feel her running her hands through my hair or down my body. I imagined what it would be like to feel the real Britney, the world's most beautiful superstar, unzipping my jeans and taking out my hard cock. I imagined her slipping out of those tiny, tight gold hot-pants to reveal her pussy beneath, I imagined it totally hairless. I imagined the real Britney sitting astride me with her thighs about my waist, slowly sliding my member deeper inside her. I imagined reaching up to touch her perfect round breasts, to caress them. Then, I came, I blew my load all across my hands and my chest and I came back to realising I was just a college student, lying in bed masturbating over a poster of Britney while the real life Britney, the sexy yet virginal idol I lusted over was far away probably doing nothing like this. Probably she never had.
After I graduated from University in England a couple of years ago, I decided to travel, eventually ending up in America. I took a dull, menial job in a luxury hotel in San Diego and settled down to work there for the year. I liked America and, in general, I liked Americans, it made a refreshing change from England. Maybe it was the way the beautiful California blondes reminded me of Britney or maybe the reason I was so into Britney was that the blonde all-American babe had always been my type. Whatever the reason, life in America was good to me and the hot blonde Americans were won over by my English accent far more easily then I'd ever managed to charm any much less attractive girls back home. Anyway, it was while I was working in that hotel in San Diego that I finally got to learn the answers to all my fantasies of the past five years and discovered truly what it's like to be with the world's most desired woman.
Much as I had always wanted to, I'd never been to an actual Britney Spears concert, I could never really afford the prices and anyway, on the rare occasions Britney played in England tickets sold out in hours. However, in March of 2004 I discovered Britney would be coming to San Diego. I quickly decided this was my chance to see a Britney show and enthusiastically bought myself a ticked. I knew that much of the rest of the audience would probably be up to as little as half my age and certainly closer to my sister's age than mine. Still, I couldn't exactly turn down the opportunity to actually see my goddess in the flesh when she was so close to where I lived. I'd recently bought Britney's latest album, In The Zone, and I loved it, the single Toxic was her catchiest, sexiest yet and I couldn't wait to see her perform it in person.
Well, I was feeling rather smug about getting the ticket and looking forward with eager anticipation to seeing Britney performing live, when I heard another piece of news, even more exciting. Britney Spears would be staying in the very hotel where I worked the night after the concert. The hotel was a very expensive luxury one and its clientele was mostly made up of the very wealthy, however this usually meant rather staid, dull business people. The occasional B-list celebrity would stay there, but the arrival of Britney was a major event that had all the hotel staff talking, even those who'd seemed never to care about the beautiful star before now. Of course, my colleagues all knew of my love of Britney, I'd only spent the past few weeks going on about seeing her in concert almost all the time, so their enthusiasm for her upcoming arrival was often directed to me.
What if I ran into her coming down the corridor? Just a few days earlier, I was thrilled and excited by the possibility of simply seeing her from a distant at her concert and now there was the possibility, however slim, of actually meeting her. Well, I don't need to tell you that I practically creamed my pants (as I had done many times before in Britney's honour) at the thought of this. And as I thought about the possibility of seeing Britney so close up another idea began to form in my mind. If I could find some way of sneaking myself into her hotel room, which after all I could probably manage, I did work at the hotel, then I would have the opportunity of seeing Britney really close up and intimately.
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Keywords: Story, Britney,