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Brad Pitt Fucks Lindsay Smith
by Jeff Ramsey (smithlg@pop.belmont.edu_

***

After a fight, a man is forced to watch while his 
fiancée succumbs to the temptations of Hollywood star, 
Brad Pitt. (FFM, reluc, bi, voy, celeb)

***

I yelled at Lindsay in anger across the table through 
the noise at the popular L.A. night club. We had been 
fighting since we left the hotel that evening. I felt 
her outfit for the night was inappropriate. "You look 
like a fucking slut!" I yelled over the music. Her 
mouth dropped again.

"Fuck you, asshole! It's no different from what I 
always wear out, get the fuck over it!!" I looked away 
from her. 

Her outfit, in reality, really wasn't all that bad, but 
ever since we had left the room, she had been getting 
all kinds of looks from men, and it was making me 
jealous. I wanted to go back to the room so she could 
change into something more reserved. She wore a black 
strapless number that was cut low, designed to 
highlight her large, soft, golden brown tits. Her skirt 
was slightly more conservative, also black but clinging 
tightly to her body, stopping only a couple inches 
above her knees. 

The fact of the matter was that my fiancé looked 
fucking hot tonight. She knew it, I knew it, and every 
man we passed between our hotel room door and the club 
knew it. 

"Just get over it!! You're just jealous because men 
want me which is obviously a whole more than you can 
say tonight for the women around here!!" she yelled 
back.

At that moment, I felt the fire brewing in the pit of 
my stomach. I wanted to leave her and walk right out 
the door. "Fuck you! God damn! Why you gotta dress like 
such a fucking whore?!" I stood up to leave, but as I 
came to my feet, someone snapped their fingers over our 
table. I looked at the man. 

"What the fuck do you want asshole?" I yelled at him. 
He looked vaguely familiar through his sunglasses and 
slightly gruff face. He pulled his sunglasses down just 
enough for us to see who he was. What the fuck did Brad 
fucking Pitt want with me? He placed his finger on his 
lips, effectively, "shushing" me. Putting a hand on my 
chest to hold me back, as if referring our fight, he 
motioned a beaming Lindsay to stand up and come to him. 
As she stood, Mr. Pitt took her by the hand, turned to 
me, still with his finger over his lip. I didn't know 
what the fuck was going on but I almost didn't care. 

I watched as he led her away through the crowd of 
people. I squinted through the darkness and strobe 
lights as I watched him take her past a slew of 
bodyguards at the base of a stairwell. The sign on the 
wall read, "VIP Only". Before she disappeared up the 
stairwell, she turned around to give me her best smug 
look she could muster. 

After standing there for a minute, not knowing what to 
do, I decided to just get drunk. I ordered three shots 
and headed to the dance floor.

I walked straight up to the hottest girl I could see on 
the floor. She greeted me with a smile before I put my 
hand around her waist, on the small of her back, and we 
began grinding in time with the music. 

Thirty minutes later, three shots later, I began 
wondering what the fuck Lindsay was doing in the VIP 
with Brad Pitt. "Fuck it." I locked lips with the hotty 
I was dancing with and we started cramming our tongues 
down each others' throats. Through the alcohol, I had 
lost track of time, but it seemed another thirty 
minutes later when I was squeezing her big tits and she 
was rubbing my cock. I had completely forgotten about 
Lindsay and Brad in the VIP until I felt a tap on my 
shoulder. 

I turned around. Her hand had already been reared all 
the way back as I turned, so I barely had time to 
register it was my fiancé before her hand smacked 
across my face with such force that it sent me 
teetering on one foot. I saw her come at me again with 
another smack, I was keeled over, heading towards the 
ground but one blow after another rained on my face 
until I was on the ground holding my hand up to block 
the blows. 

The girl I had been dancing with was standing there 
totally shocked, but didn't stand a chance against 
Lindsay's wrath. Lindsay grabbed her by the throat with 
both hands. Lindsay held the poor bitch's hair with one 
hand while she successfully landed four fully- loaded 
bitch smacks on her face. I scrambled away to avoid 
further injury while Lindsay beat the girl to the 
ground and the bouncers moved in on her. Just as the 
bouncers were about to grab Lindsay, Mr. Pitt stepped 
in. "Hold on hold on I got her!" he ordered. The 
bouncers checked themselves as Brad put his arms around 
Lindsay and pulled her way, quickly pulling her away by 
her hand towards the door. 

Not knowing what to do, I chased them and met them just 
outside the door. "Where the fuck are you going, 
bitch?!" I yelled after them. 

"Nowhere that concerns you, asshole!" she screamed back 
at me, still holding Brad's hand. 

I was in a compromised position with not much leverage. 
I didn't want her to go – I wanted to try to patch 
things up, so I yelled back the first thing I thought 
of.

"Well I'm going with you. You can't just leave me 
here." 

"The fuck I can't, you're a fucking asshole, it's over! 
And you're not coming with me." she yelled.

"Oh YEAH I AM!!" 

To this point, Brad had stayed out of the argument, 
which was a first for the evening. But he broke in, 
"Baby it's fine, let him come, maybe it'll do him some 
good." 

"Baby!?" I yelled. "Who the fuck are you to call my 
fiancé 'baby'?" 

Mr. Pitt gave me a smug look back before turning to the 
waiting stretch limo with the door already open. He 
helped Lindsay into the car before lowering himself 
into it. He looked at me. 
"Well? Are you coming or not?" he asked me. 

I didn't have a choice. I begrudgingly got into the 
limo. I didn't know where we were going but I had 
gotten my way, I was going with Lindsay wherever she 
was going.

Lindsay and Brad took a seat on a large leather sofa-
like seat on one side of the limo. I took my seat on 
the other sofa on the other side of the car, between 
two 300-pound men I assumed to be bodyguards. They 
didn't look happy to be sitting next to me.

I decided it would be wise to say nothing as Brad and 
Lindsay embraced and began making out on the ride home. 
I watched as their tongues wrestled. He groped and 
squeezed her tits as they kissed. I wanted to get where 
we were going.

When we arrived at the Ritz-Carlton, Lindsay and Brad 
got out before me and went inside. 

The two black men grabbed me and pulled me out of the 
limo. "Now we don't wanna hear no trouble out of you. 
You don't want any trouble with us. So you be on your 
best behavior tonight." I didn't know what that meant 
but I chose to say nothing.

They shoved me ahead of them as I walked through the 
door. We joined Lindsay and Brad at the elevator. We 
all got on the elevator. One of the bodyguards slid a 
card in a slot in the elevator and hit the top floor: 
"Penthouse". The ride up was silent. 

Lindsay and Brad went first as we got off the elevator 
into a lavishly decorated room. He led her through a 
door. We were instantly in a bedroom with a huge king 
size bed. 

Brad broke the silence. "Just... I dunno... pull up a 
chair for him, lock him up," he said as he pulled two 
pairs of handcuffs out of a drawer and tossed them at 
one of the black men. 

"What the fuck?" I said, beginning to see where this 
was leading. 

One of the men grabbed a chair, putting it at the foot 
of the bed. As he began to sit me down, Lindsay said, 
"Wait! Wait! Strip him down. Fucking asshole." 

"Oh fuck you slut!" I retorted. 

Brad looked at her, kissing her on the cheek. He looked 
at me. "You heard her. Strip down boy." 

I looked at the two black men standing over me, once 
again feeling out of control. I slowly took my shirt 
off as Lindsay and Brad began passionately kissing and 
groping one another. By the time I had my pants and 
underwear off, I was rock hard. Lindsay had quickly 
unbuttoned Brad's shirt and tossed it on the ground. 
She was kissing down his chest. 

One of the black men pushed me down on the chair. "Have 
a seat." My arms were pulled back behind the chair's 
back, where they my wrists were handcuffed together. 
Things were heating up to my right as Lindsay pushed 
Brad up against the wall my back faced and licked and 
kissed his chest. One of the men pulled my calves 
around the legs of the chair, cuffing my ankles 
together beneath the chair. The two black men left the 
room, shutting the bedroom door behind them.

I was fully erect watching Lindsay grope his cock 
through his pants. Brad looked up and over at me. His 
eyes dropped to my crotch. He grinned and gave a 
chuckle. I was embarrassed. Lindsay, now on her knees, 
kissing his stomach, turned her head to see what he was 
laughing at. She saw my erection and smiled 
condescendingly. Brad, still staring at me, unbuckled 
his pants, unzipped them, and dropped them along with 
his underwear to his ankles, stepping out of them. Not 
surprisingly, Brad was also fully erect. His shaft 
pointed skyward at Lindsay's eye level. 

I noticed there was much more meat to his dick than my 
own. My view was directly from the side, and in 
comparison with my 5.5'' penis, he seemed to have a 
good 3 inches on me in length, and he was nearly double 
my girth. His balls, proportionate in size, hung 
heavily between his legs. His whole cock looked heavy 
and cumbersome, but I knew Lindsay was going to enjoy 
it. 

Lindsay turned back to him, wrapping her small hand 
around its base for control. She began kissing and 
licking the precum that had formed at the tip of the 
giant purple head. She ran her tongue down and back up 
the entire length of his cock. She wasted no more time 
as she took him into her mouth slowly, sealing her 
full, lipstick-dressed lips around the shaft. She 
started out slowly, bobbing her head up and down his 
cock. He responded with gruff, manly moans as he closed 
his eyes and placed his head back against the wall. As 
she sped up, it was apparent he was going to cum 
quickly. His body tightened up as he unloaded a huge 
load of semen into Lindsay's mouth for what seemed like 
an eternity. "Mmmmm," she groaned as wave after wave of 
his juice squirted into her mouth. Lindsay gulped his 
cum down and smiled at him. 

Still on her knees, Brad began to undress her, standing 
over her with his half erect cock still in her face. He 
undressed her and gently pushed her back on the floor. 
She lay there naked only a few feet from me as he ate 
her dripping wet pussy out. I watched his cock get hard 
again as his tongue flicked in and out of her soaking 
pussy. 

She moaned loudly and seemed to push her crotch into 
his face as if to beg him to go deeper. I watched the 
clock on the nightstand. He sucked and licked her wet 
cunt for twenty minutes until had screamed out in 
pleasure like she never had before four times. Brad 
could not get enough of my fiancée's sweet pussy. "Fuck 
me," I heard her whisper.

He picked her limp body up and put her on the bed. He 
teased her tits for awhile, squeezing, licking and 
sucking her nipples before, sweetly holding her hands 
up over her head, he slowly eased his giant cock into 
her wanting, soaking wet pussy. I had a perfect view 
from my chair. The lips of her pussy gladly accepted 
his dick, spreading wider and wider as the head of his 
dick slowly disappeared into her. 

She moaned loudly as he entered her. Little by little, 
his cock slid deeper and deeper into her pussy until he 
was ball deep in her. He held it for a moment before 
slowly and passionately making sweet love to her until 
she loudly orgasmed, her back arching and her toes 
curling. I was jealous with the manner in which he went 
about this.

He paused for a moment, allowing Lindsay's orgasm to 
pass before starting again. Slowly and sweetly, he 
sexed my fiancé. She came, over and over again. She 
moaned with each thrust of his giant cock deep into her 
pussy. They made passionate love on the bed right in 
front of me for an hour. I didn't think they would ever 
stop. I wished they would just fuck, and cut this slow 
stuff out. It was bad enough they were having sex right 
in front of me, but it was worse that they weren't 
fucking. It was passionate sex.

Just as I thought this, I heard Lindsay say, "Mmmm baby 
fuck me. Show me what you can do with that massive 
dick." 

For the next hour, Lindsay and Brad fucked hard in all 
kinds of positions. They fucked missionary. He bent her 
over the bed and fucked her from behind. After she 
orgasmed, she climbed on the bed, facing me and putting 
her ass high in the air. I watched both their faces as 
he took her hard and deep from behind again. He sat 
back against the headboard and she climbed on him, 
wrapping her arms around his neck and sitting in his 
lap. With quick motions, she furiously grinded her 
crotch into his. 

I shut my eyes and listened to the sounds of sex. I 
heard the headboard crashing against the wall. I heard 
Lindsay's pussy juices sloshing as Brad furiously 
pumped his dick deeper and deeper into her. I had never 
heard her so vocal. She moaned and groaned and yelped 
at every thrust. Over and over she talked about how she 
had never fucked like this before. She talked about his 
"amazing dick". I heard his balls slapping her ass, and 
his manly grunts and groans that accompanied it.

Brad Pitt was fucking Lindsay hard, and she was 
absolutely loving it.

I opened my eyes when it started to sound like Brad was 
going to cum. Lindsay had mounted him backwards and was 
riding him hard and fast like a cowgirl. "Oh fuck, 
fuck! Fuck, fuck, oh god, oh fuck!" she yelled each 
time she bucked. Brad was groaning louder and more 
frequently now and I knew he was close to cumming. 

Lindsay, nearly out of breath, stopped for a moment, 
only long enough to turn around and remount him, facing 
him. She slowed her pace now. Placing her hands on his 
pecs for leverage, she slowly fucked him. Her slow, 
soft, "Mmmmm's made me so horny as I watched her in 
action. She slowly fucked him for several minutes while 
he neared orgasm. 

"Mmmm, baby you're so big. Your dick feels so good deep 
in me." I could tell she wanted him to cum deep in her. 
It would be salt in the wound for me, the ultimate 
payback for the way I had treated her. 

She knew she was hot and she was taking as much 
advantage of her power over me as possible. She moved 
her arms back, placing them on her ass cheeks as she 
rocked up and down on his 8.5 inch cock. 

As Brad's breath quickened and he began moaning louder 
and louder, Lindsay quickened her pace, nearing yet 
another orgasm herself. She was fucking him so hard 
that I don't think either of them noticed the bedroom 
door open. There was only faint light in the room, but 
I watched as an outline slowly made its way across the 
room in the dark. 

Faster and faster she fucked before they both yelled 
out in the ultimate simultaneous orgasm. Lindsay 
continued fucking him as he shot wave after wave of cum 
deep into her pussy. Lindsay stopped grinding and let 
out a huge sigh. I could tell she wanted more, but Brad 
looked spent. 

Just then, with Brad's cock still deep inside of 
Lindsay, the shadow I had watched move across the room 
climbed slowly on the bed behind Lindsay, who was too 
horny to notice. 

I could tell the figure that had climbed on the bed was 
a female. She was on her knees behind Lindsay. She put 
her arms around Lindsay, grabbing her tits from behind. 
She began kissing down Lindsay's neck.

"Hey honey..." Brad said. Angelina had come home. 

END

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