You grip the sheets underneath you as your idol rails you. "Oh fuck..." You moan. Marshall Mathers Bruce, otherwise known as Eminem, shoves his massive dick into your ass. He pounds you, causing you to moan louder. You can hear Marshall's chains hitting his neck and the other chains on his neck. Your body feels great. You're still drunk, but Marshall's hard cock makes your head feel a bit better.
"Fuck..." Marshall breathes, leaning over you. You grip the sheets harder, and look up at the top of the bed. Your vision starts to blur as Marshall pounded you harder. You moan louder, feeling as if your eyes would roll back. You feel Marshall's cock come out, and you look at him. He starts crawling over to you, grinning. "Now, about that jaw dropping..." He smirked. You smirked as well, knowing exactly what he meant. Marshall sat down, and you crawled over to his massive dick. You start to stroke it. It was hard, which would make it better to suck. Once you finish stroking, you put your mouth around it. You move your head up and down, sucking the hell out of Marshall's dick. He starts moaning, and puts his hands around your head. He helps your head move faster, and you start moaning as well.
Eminem's massive dick goes deeper down your throat, causing you to gag. He starts to pull his dick away from your mouth, but you scowl and start sucking it again. He takes his hands away, putting them in the air as if he was just being pulled over. You continue to suck, and feel honored. After all, you were sucking Eminem's dick! Without warning, a sweet and salty taste fills your mouth. You pull your mouth off of Marshall's dick, looking up at him.
"Hm? Do you not like it?" He frowns. You shake your head.
"Its quite tasty, but you could've given me a warning." You shrug. Marshall stared at you, still frowning. "I could've choked and died on your fucking cum." You scowl. As the alcohol started to kick into your stomach, making you slightly sick, it made your anger start to grow. Marshall put his hands up again.
"God sorry.." He scoffed. "Are you going to continue your job, or not?" He started to get stubborn, which started to piss you off. You stood up, angrily, but almost immediately fell. "Woah woah woah." Marshall's voice said, and you felt arms wrap around your back.
"What happened..." You groan, putting your hand on your forehead. Marshall's arms wrapped around you and set you down on the bed.
"You stood up and got dizzy." He answered. Your vision started to clear up, and you could finally see Slim Shady's face in front of yours. "You look... Sick..." He frowned. You put your hand on your forehead again and leaned back. You put your other hand around your waist. You had no clothes on. You look down, panic in your eyes.
"WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!" You scream. Marshall puts his hands up again, and you start to wonder why he does that so much.
"Calm down tiger." Marshall stood up, and he had no clothes on as well. "Do you not remember anything?" You put your hands over your eyes, trying not to look at him.
"What do I need to remember?" You cried, hands over your eyes still. You peek open your fingers and only look at Marshall's face. "You're..." Your words start to fall apart. "YOU'RE EMINEM!" You scream again. Marshall crosses his arms, frowning at you.
"Yes, I am. Do you just now realize that?" He looked mad, which you were confused about. What did you do to make him mad?
"Is there something I missed?" You ask, looking at the floor. You spot your clothes and crawl over to them, putting them on while eying your idol in the room.
"We literally just had the best sex I have ever had in my life." Marshall said, his frown turning into a straight face. You put your arms down, finishing with putting your clothes on.
"Really?" You frown. How could you not remember that. Marshall nodded. "Can we do it again...?" You grin. "Just to refreshen my memory."
