Felicia Day: Spanked At The Convention
“Okay, but do I really have to do that… that thing at every convention?” Felicia asked her agent.
She twirled a finger in her red hair and bit her lower lip while she waited for him to answer over the phone.
“That thing? Oh! You mean the spanking? Yeah! Yes, the fans love it! Everyone else is doing lame handshakes with their autographs, but you bend over their knees and let them slap your ass until you’re done signing their stuff! It’s genius!”
“You would say it’s genius, you thought it up. My ass thinks it’s just a pain… in my ass,” she complained.
“Well, I am a genius, so it makes sense,” he said. He was cocky, but that seemed to work for agents. “Look, if you really don’t want to do it, I’ll just let the event planners know. You’ll have a lot of sad, disappointed fans who came a long way, just to get their hands on your ass, but if that’s what you want…”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. You know I can’t stand to disappoint the fans. You always get your way, don’t you.?”
“That’s why you hired me, babe,” he said and hung up the phone.
She arrived at the convention center early, wearing a short skirt, a sheer white tee-shirt showing off her nipples, and no underwear. She knew her fans loved getting skin-to-skin while smacking her ass.
She watched the long line of mostly men gathering to get her autograph and a chance to spank her in public. Fat, thin, nerd, and jock. Every shape and size of man was waiting for her. She glanced at the
growing outlines of their cocks and smiled knowing that she was turning on so many men at once.There were even a few women, a couple of which she knew would go harder on her ass than most of the men would.
The first one in line was a beefy man who must have been almost seven feet tall. His thighs looked like tree trunks sticking out of his shorts and his arms were about as big around as Felicia’s thighs.
“Hello, Miss Day,” he said in a deep baritone. “Do I sit here?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah! Right there,” she said, gesturing at a large chair with a padded seat and no armrests.
Once he was seated, she climbed over his expansive lap, enjoying how hard his thighs were almost as much as she enjoyed the feel of his rock-solid cock pressing against her slight frame. She rolled up her skirt, revealing her pale white ass and was sure she felt his cock grow another inch.
Felicia picked up a pen and one of her glossies, ready to sign her autograph as soon as he got a few good smacks in on her ass.
He lifted his hand high, then brought it down on her ass with a cracking sound that echoed through the convention hall. Felicia screamed, tears in her eyes, and felt as if the smack was still vibrating through her bones as the next one landed.
“Fuck!” she shouted around the fourth or fifth blow to her searing hot ass. She dropped the pencil and watched it roll away, lost in the blur of her tears.
When she thought she couldn’t handle another smack, she felt his massive hand stroking her bare, seemingly blistered ass. Then one thick finger slid into her dripping wet pussy, making her gasp. His thumb pressed against her dry and puckered asshole.
“You mind?” he asked.
“N-no… Go… go ahead,” she said, barely able to believe she just told him he could finger her cunt and ass.
Two thick fingers slip up and down her pussy, drawing moans and sighs from her, while a third flicked the little nub of her clit, drawing squeals and making her push and grind back against his hand. Slowly, his thumb pressed into her asshole, burning with each millimeter of depth, until it was buried up to the second knuckle, making her moan and squirm in his lap against his massive cock.
She grabbed the pen again, in a moment of clarity, and signed her name across a photo of her smiling face in unsteady and wobbly letters. Then she reached back and grabbed hold of his cock through the fabric of his shorts, making the head pop free of the top.
While the line cheered him on, he continued to stroke and pierce her cunt, his thumb curling
and straightening in her tight ass, while she jacked his thick cock off through his shorts.“Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fucking yes!” she shouted, as the burst of pleasure shot through her body from her tiny clit, becoming the only thing she was aware of for a moment.
Just as she was gasping for air and calming down, she felt his cock twitch and spasm in her hand. Thick hot cum shot out, then slid down his cock, where she just barely caught it in her hand.
When he pulled his thumb from her ass and his fingers from her pussy, she wobbled back to her feet, then licked his cum from the back of her hand.
“Thanks for coming to see me,” she said. “Hope you make it to the next convention.”
The crowd that had gathered roared and clapped, giving him a few high fives on his way. Felicia even saw a couple girls begging him to let them suck on the fingers and thumb that had been in her pussy and tight ass.
“So.. are you just doing handjobs with the spankings this time… or… or… like do you do the weird stuff too?” the next guy, a thin man with glasses asked.
“I don’t really…” she started to explain that the handjob was a one-time thing, but then thought about how much fun she’d just had. “I don’t really only do handjobs. I do the weird stuff. What do you want with my autograph and spanking?” she asked.
Okay, one more reblog of this new celebrity freeuse Tumblr. I mean, who hasn’t wanted to spank Felicia Day since the “Do You Wanna Date My Avatar” music video (probably before that actually).
And I just found out she did a “learning pole dancing” video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s07yFtqI3rw