Get in the cab

"Well I suppose, if it's not too much bother...I could eat?"

"Brilliant!", she said, gently taking me by the hand and walking me to the taxi. As I got in the driver just nodded to me, not seeming that surprised. I'd have expected him to have been a bit angrier, given our earlier interaction.

Holly closed the door behind me and settled in next to me on the back seat, as the cab carried on.

"So what can I do to help?", she asked. She was turned towards me and wouldn't let go of my gaze for even a second. It was both slightly unnerving and incredibly attractive. Then she clasped my hand in hers, "Anything I can do, really."

"Well...I don't really know. I don't know what's going on", I stammered, "I mean you're taking me for a meal for one thing but you don't really know me?"

"I don't have to know you", she explained with a smile, "You're a fan! And you're in trouble - I'd like to think I could help"

"I'm in trouble?"

"Well", she reasoned, "You seem to be less than ok, walking in the road, looking confused. I'm sorry if I got the wrong end of the stick..."

"Ok, I kind of get that", I said, "But you don't even know my name. Would you help anyone you saw looking like that?", I gestured out of the window at a homeless man, sitting in ditry clothes on the pavement, "What about him?"

She looked sadly at him before returning her attention to me, "Obviously I'd like to help but I can't do that for everyone. But you're a fan! And-"

"You keep saying 'Fan', what does that have to do with it?!", I was getting annoyed now, had everyone gone insane, "What if he is a fan?!"

"He's not going to be a super fan like you though", she cooed, rubbing my shoulder to calm me. Her words just made me more agitated though, "No-one's a fan like you"

"What does that mean? How do you know that, you don't know me?!", I rubbed my face vigorously, hoping to get myself out of this weird waking dream.

"Are you real?", I asked, and this time I was the one grabbing her hands.

"Of course!", but she didn't seem scared at me grabbing her - she laughed lightly.

"I thought I was dreaming. I mean, Victoria Justice just came into my shop and happily gave me a blow job. On the shop floor. In front of everyone! And no-one said a word!"

"Oh!", exclaimed Holly and this time, finally, she seemed shocked, "Really? That seems a little...well I don't want to be judgmental of another woman, but that seems like fairly outrageous behaviour. And no-one said anything? No-one stopped her?"

"No!", I said, happy that someone was finally seeing my point of view on things, "So you can see why I thought I was dreaming. And then you turn up...it doesn't seem real"

"Well that's very sweet of you", she squeezed my hand, "Thinking that me being here seems like a dream."

That wasn't really what I said but I ignored that. I also didn't say that if I had been dreaming, Holly would surely have turned up wearing something a bit more low cut....

"But wait...did you want this Victoria person to stop", Holly asked, "Did she **** you?"

"****?!", I nearly laughed, "No, nothing like that"

"Oh...but you knew her?"

"No no. I mean, I knew of her", I explained, but Holly still looked confused. "Victoria Justice? She's an American...singer I guess? And maybe an actress too? I'm not really sure. She's famous", I shrugged.

"Ohhh!", said Holly suddenly realising, "You should have said. And you're a fan of hers", she nodded, "Now it makes sense."

The perturbed look on her face had disappeared as quickly as it had come.

I shook my head and banged my leg in frustration, "What makes sense?! Which part?"

"All of it. She was just blowing a fan, that's not the same as a proper, you know...", her voice lowered for the next words as though she was embarrassed to say them, "...blow job."

"Oh right!", I said sarcastically, "Of course not! Yeah, I'm sure you suck off your fans all the time"

"Well no", she shook her head, "Only a super fan. A really special fan", she nodded, "They'd deserve it. It'd be the least I could do", she shrugged as though that was obvious, "But you know, I've never actually met one."

She nodded as though, again, everything had been explained, but then her mouth began widening into a grin as she looked at me, "Until now of course!"

At that she suddenly hugged me close and rubbed my back, "And I want to make sure I take care of you too.", as she pulled back she grasped my shoulders and looked me in the eye, "Ok?"

Nothing made any sense. Nothing was any clearer. I was still living in a bizarre raging dream. Even given all that though, my brain had managed to piece together that Holly Willoughby, sat next to me, would be very willing and ready to give me a blow job.

"So, just to check, you'd be ok sucking me off?", I said slowly, expecting a slap at any second to sting my face.

"Do you think that would help?", she asked, reaching for my fly.

Oh my god it's happening again. This time I pushed her hands out of the way and did it myself. I was about to pull my cock through the flap in my boxers again when I decided that no, this time I wanted a bit more time and space to appreciate things.

Lifting myself off the seat I pulled my pants and underwear down, not caring that I was in public, already expecting that the driver would say and do nothing. I was right. I kicked my shoes to one corner of the cavernous interior and pulled everything off so I was naked from the waist down. My cock was still fairly soft from having cum in Victoria Justice's mouth but I'm sure it wouldn't take much...

"So...", Holly looked at me and then down at my rather limp dick, "...is that a yes?"

I nodded and she began leaning over but I stopped her. The act was enough to wake up my lower parts though and blood started pumping.

"Could you get down in front of me...on your knees?", I asked. She smiled and then moved to the spacious floor of the cab in front of me, smoothing down her skirt before kneeling between my legs. The sight of her face looking up at me was enough for my cock to begin rapidly engorging, those red lips a promise of a welcoming home.

She reached out and lightly ran her fingers up and down my hardening shaft. Her other hand joined in and I could see her wedding ring shining.

I don't know why I asked this question, given that it could only risk ending this wonderful moment, but I asked it anyway,

"What would you husband say if he could see this?"

Holly's stroking didn't miss a beat and as my cock approached its full height she leaned forward and kissed the tip, making me groan,

"What would he say about this?", she shrugged, "He knows I'm very dedicated to my job and my career...and my fans. I have to be. Plus you've given me so much, our family too. We wouldn't have our lifestyle without you", kissed the head again, this time opening her lips a little to let me in. I gasped.

"Sometimes he thinks I work too hard of course but he wouldn't tell me how I should or shouldn't go about my job. He's appreciative too"

This time she took me inside her mouth - just the head - and danced her tongue around it. For the second time in an hour I was getting a blow job from a celebrity.

Holly pulled back after a few seconds of heaven, "Is that ok?", she asked, "Is that helping?". I could only nod vigorously.

The cab continued winding through London, the driver paying us no attention, as I let Holly suck my cock at her own pace, her blonde hair cascading down from my lap. It was a beautiful sight but what I really wanted to see...

"Holly" - she leaned back again, her hands never stopping their steady stroking, "Could you take off your top? Is that ok?"

She crossed her arms and gracefully pulled the top over her head, re-fluffing her hair once it was off. I stared at her, in just a simple white bra and skirt, on the floor. "Fuck", I gasped, eyes only for her 34Ds, "The bra too?"

She wordlessly reached back and unhooked it, tossing it aside. Her large breasts sat high on her chest, natural and with barely any sag. Her two pink nipples made me unconsciously lick my lips.

"Does this help too?", she said, sitting up a bit to present her chest to me.

"Come here", I growled and pulled her up so she was straddling my lap. I pawed at her breasts, licked, kissed, sucked and even chewed a little. For her part she patiently let me, yipping a little when my teeth nibbled a little too hard, gasping and breathing otherwise. With one hand she stroked my head and pulled me into her chest. The other hand reached down and continued masterbating me. It was a good few minutes before we were interrupted by the cabbie,

"We're here, miss", he said. I finally stopped and leaned to one side to see we had indeed stopped in a suburban street, tree lined and home to rather nice houses. The driver was looking at us both in the mirror but he didn't seem surprised at what was going on.

Holly looked down at me, still keeping up a steady slide on my cock, "Would you like to come in?"

"Not right now", I said, "We can stay in here for now"

She nodded and called over her shoulder, "Just keep the meter running", she said. The driver nodded, leaving the engine on but pulling out a pack of cigarettes and getting out of the car.

"What would you like?", she asked.

I groped her breasts and looked at the alluring cleavage they made as I pushed them together, "Have you ever given a tit-wank?"

Holly blushed prettily and nodded.

"Good. I'd love one. On your knees. Here", I pointed and she quickly complied. I copped a quick feel of her breasts again before pushing them together, "Like this", I said. I pulled her, a little roughly, closer, until I could pull her large rack down, onto and then around my hard cock. It slipped in and then poked through, peaking out of her cleavage.

She quickly took over, gently removing my hands and replacing them with her own, cupping her own tits and surrounding my cock with her lovely flesh.

I sat back, clasped both hands behind my head and admired the sight in front of me. Light streamed in through the cab windows, illuminating the roomy cab, bouncing off Holly's golden hair as she knelt, woshipfully rocking and rubbing her body against me. My wet dick repeatedly disappeared and appeared in her cleavage as she worked away.

"Holly fuckin' Willough-boobies", I murmured to myself with a chuckle. She looked up at me, not slowing down,

"Is this ok?"

"Amazing", I grinned, closing my eyes for a moment to savour the feeling.

"Is...is that what you like about me? My...breasts?"

The question surprised me and I looked down to find her looking curious, even as she slaved away. I didn't say anything for a second - unsure what to say - and she continued,

"Look, I know they've taken me far, it's ok. I just hoped that, after all this time, I was more than just...that"

"I can't exactly deny liking your tits right now can I?", I pointed out and she smiled at that, "But you know...you've got lovely hair. You're quite the blonde bombshell."

Whether she meant it or not, she flicked her hair slightly at that.

"And your eyes are so pretty", I said, holding her gaze even as she rocked up and down, "Although...."

"Yes?"

Her desperation overcame my ****. Fuck it, what's she going to do?

"You know, I always wondered if you had a lazy-eye? Maybe not now", I continued quickly as she frowned, "Maybe it was corrected? One eye always looks a little bit...", in vain, I tried to think of a nice way of putting it, "...a bit off?"

She definitely didn't look thrilled at that.

"But it's hot you know? It makes you look more um, attainable. Less perfect. That's hot."

Her frown relaxed slightly, "Really?"

"Oh yeah", and I stopped her for a second, cupping her chin between my fingers. She dutifully stared up at me, her breasts still tightly clasped around my cock, "You're relatable. Plus, you look a bit...you know..."

"...what? I don't 'know'...what?"

"...It makes you seem a little dumb."

"Dumb?!" - as upset as she was by that, she didn't move away.

"That's good! Look, what straight guy doesn't like a hot blonde with big tits and less than stellar intelligence?", I chuckled at my own casual misogyny but it was always something I'd found attractive in the TV presenter, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you are dumb Holly...thankfully you don't talk like a bimbo."

"Oh...how do I talk?"

"You've...got a lovely accent.", I said rather lamely, "Plus...you always come across as nice I guess. And kind, thoughtful even."

"I do?", and now, suddenly Holly was enthused again. I didn't think I'd come across as particularly convincing or genuine and yet she quickly seemed to have forgotten me essentially saying she looked like an air head, "Really? Thank you!"

Smiling, she began hunching her whole body to stroke my cock. I still had no idea what on earth this power was that I'd gained, but I could only marvel at its effect.

At the moment a phone started ringing. Both Holly and I looked over to her bag, beside me on the seat. She made no move towards it though, dutifully wanking me with her chest.

"Could you get that? It's probably Dan, worried about me."

I reached over and pulled out her phone - sure enough it had Dan identified as calling, along with a picture of the two of them together. Dan was, evidently, Holly's husband. I pointed the phone display towards her with a frown, and implied, "Are you sure?" but she nodded and said, "Put it on speaker"

I complied and set the phone down on the seat.

"Babe?", came a male voice, "Where are you?"

"Just outside", came Holly's reply, slightly out of breath. She'd been working my cock for many minutes now, "I shouldn't be long now", she stopped her whole body movements and jiggled her tight cleavage cock-sleeve around my shaft. She looked up at my with a smile and a wink and I let out a gasp of pleasure.

"What...what's going on?", said Dan, concerned, "What's that sound? Who's with you?"

"Oh", giggled Holly and I shook my head frantically - she ignored me of course, "That's...I don't actually know his name. I'm helping him."

"Helping him with what? Why?"

"Well right now...", she paused to bend and lick the head of my cock - I couldn't help but groan, "I'm helping him with his erection", and she giggled again.

"Oh...you're joking. That's not very funny babe, what's really going on?"

"No really. He's a big fan and he needed my help - I'm just giving him a quick tit-wank and then I'll be in. Maybe you can meet him! Do you want some lunch with us?", Holly asked me. I looked at her like she was crazy while silence was the only answer - from both Dan and I. The blonde's tits continued their delightful massage.

Eventually it was Dan's that spoke up,

"Did I lose the connection? You guys still there?"

"Still here hun", Holly began full length stroking me again and the change made my aching cock suddenly close to release.

"Well...is he joining us for lunch or not?", asked Dan, "I'd love to meet you er, mate."

I realised he was talking to me and apparently was ok that everything that was happening?

"I...", my voice croaked and I cleared it, "...I'm kind of busy right now."

"Of course!", said a jovial Dan, "Don't let me disturb you. Enjoy Holly's breasts, take your time. They're great aren't they?"

The surreal sound of Holly's husband encouraging me to make use of his wife's body for my pleasure was making me realise just how far my power went - and that just brought me closer to climax.

"Fucking amazing.", I possessively stroked Holly's hair while she listened to us discussing her assets, "She knows how to use them too! Ohhh Holly...little tighter babe", I enjoyed using his term of endearment, "Clasp those titties hard as you can. A bit faster too...yeah that's it you blonde bimbo. You don't mind that do you? Me saying that?"

Holly was about to answer but I shushed her with a finger to her mouth.

"Mind what?", said Dan, "Look, your support means a lot to us - whatever you need."

I slipped my finger into Holly's mouth and she didn't need to be told to suck on it.

"Even if I 'need' to **** her? Tell her that's she's not much more than...a walking pair of tits?", my cock twitched at being able to say that out loud and have Holly continue to stroke me, "...to tell her she's glorified eye candy?", my voice was hoarse now as I thrust up to meet Holly's breasts, "...She's dumb, empty-headed wankbait!"

Nothing but calm from Dan, "Holly's a pro really, we both understand."

One look at his wife confirmed that yes, she really was a pro. She was fighting hard to not look wounded, her smile had dropped, her eyes a little sad, but still she wanked me off. I almost regretted it - I don't know why I'd been so nasty except that I found that I could be, without consequence. That and it actually felt damn good.

"I'm going to cum on your wife's face now", I said, and hung up the phone as Dan began to reply.

"That's it Holly", I said to her, "So close....", I groaned, grabbing some of her hair in a fist. She redoubled her efforts and I felt my load rising until I tensed, tugging on her locks while I exploded. To her credit, she didn't stop wanking me as my cock fired splat after splat onto her face, her chin, her chest. One long rope of jizz ran down from her expensively coiffured hair, onto her forehead, down her cheek, another up her jaw line. More soaked her neck. Eventually she stopped moving her whole body and slowly stroked her tits along my shaft while I dribbled out the last of my cum into her cleavage.

I caught my breath, admired the scene in front of me for only a moment, before I leaned my head back.

In a second I was dozing.