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The Hollywood Hypnosneak	By : Muhabba Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 52145 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the upcoming celebrites and recieve no money from this story. I do not know Kate Upton or have anything to do with MTV because this is just a parody that I make no money from.

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This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Christina Hendricks, or Emma Watson, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.

The Hollywood Hypnosneak Pt. 02, Chap. 01, Christina Hendricks, Emma Watson
By Muhabba
Story Code: M/F, M/F, MC

The day was warm with a cooling breeze. The sky was crystal blue without a single cloud. The smell of fresh-cut grass and well-cared-for flowers filled the air. It was suburban heaven and it pissed me off. I shuffled and slumped in my plain gray sweats along the sidewalk ignoring the friendly neighbors waving as I passed. They pissed me off too. Children played in the streets, shouting and laughing without a care in the world. Little happy-go-lucky bastards.
     I carried my funk with me as I made my way through the neighborhood to the big house at the top of the cul-de-sac. It was a white, two-story number with a garage in the unfinished basement set atop a small hill placing it slightly higher up than the neighboring houses. The lawn was well cared for with a few young trees that had been planted about two years ago. That was when the neighborhood had been built. A preplanned community in the suburbs. It pissed me off.
     The suburbs were where they ripped the trees out of the ground and then named the freshly laid streets after them. This cul-de-sac was named for the oaks that had been cut down to make room for the houses. There were three types of homes in the neighborhood, no more than that, and all painted similar shades, no bright colors allowed, with front and back yards all identical. It was Stepford heaven and I didn't plan to stay long.
     I walked up to the front door which opened as soon as I stepped on the stoop and I was immediately offered a cookie. Christina Hendricks stood framed in the doorway smiling brightly at me. She wore sensible pumps and a sundress that my mother would have liked. She wore pearls with her red hair piled on top of her head. And to complete the old-time, "Leave It To Beaver" outfit there was a white, frilled apron around her waist.
     The voluptuous Christina Hendricks looked every inch the 1950s stay-at-home mom and there were a lot of inches to her. Christina didn't have an hourglass figure because there weren't enough hours in the day for her figure. She had an exceptionally large bust with a surprisingly small waist and wide hips. She looked like one of those Venus figurines that cavemen painted on the walls, an ideal goddess. And with red hair, blue eyes, and a sparkling smile she looked like a goddess. She held out the silver platter of cookies and merrily said, "Welcome home, sweetie."
     Whereas Christina was dressed appropriately, in all the gear that a 1950s housewife would need, I was dressed like a vagrant. It wasn't a disguise, it was just three days past laundry day and I couldn't be bothered to get my clothes done. So Christina grabbed a hold of the front of my dingy sweatshirt and pulled me into the house. It was a lovely house by all means with plenty of natural light and a spacious living room. There was an extremely comfortable-looking recliner with a matching sofa and a wooden coffee table. There was an actual fireplace and bright pictures of flowers sparsely decorating the walls.
     Opposite the fireplace was a bookshelf to match the coffee table filled with cardboard cutouts of books. Next to the bookcase was a cardboard cutout of a 56 in. TV and a fake, plastic fern. It was a lovely suburban home. And the suburban housewife escorted me to the comfy recliner, sat me down, and once again presented the tray of cookies. They were, of course, my favorite, oatmeal raisin. As Christina bent at the waist to present me my cookies her large expanse of pale cleavage filled my vision. Her white skin looked almost translucent, cut with blue veins crisscrossing just below the surface. A wonderful vision to try and lift my mood. “And how was work, dear?” she asked which just pissed me off the same as everything else was doing.
     You may think of my problems as just an example of a, "First World Problems" but my problems streaked right past First World Problems and landed in the surreal. Yes, I once posed as a celebrity agent/manager/whatever in order to fuck the most beautiful women in the world. However, working as I did with no real identity made it was hard to network for new contacts so I had to get creative. Using my abilities to fuck my way around the world led me to use those abilities to make money. Who wouldn't pay to see their favorite celebrity in a sex video? And who wouldn't pay more money to see their favorite celebrity have sex in a client's favorite fantasy? And who wouldn't pay even more to actually fuck their favorite star? So that was my real bread and butter.
     However, since I got out of jail my bread is spoiled and my butter has melted. Ever heard of a deep fake? I had once again started filming myself with the stars of Hollywood and then set out to sell the recordings and get some actual paying clients. However, no one believed me. When I had shown them the videos they laughed me out of their offices. A deep fake is a video where you superimpose a celebrity's face onto someone else's body. Some are nearly flawless and most were widely available. So no one believed that I had fucked the celebrities in my videos, they accused me of trying to sell them deep fakes of me fucking just a random prostitute and then placing the celebrity's face on top.
     And that wasn't even the worst thing that had happened to me lately. I was now alone with no money and no job and no prospects. With my future so dim I decided I needed a break from sitting around my office/apartment and moping so I went out and got a date for the evening. It had been pretty easy for me to get to Christina and use my abilities at hypnotism to program a scenario for me. Luckily she wasn’t a big name celebrity so her security was a bit lax. It was a simple enough fantasy on my part and pretty easy to program into the curvy star. She had wonderful motherly instincts and who doesn't need their mommy from time to time? Don't judge me, I was in an emotionally low place.
     Christina handed me a glass of milk before setting the cookies down on the coffee table. After finishing two cookies and my milk she pulled me up and sat me down on the sofa before sitting herself down on my lap. She threw an arm around my shoulders before stretching her legs out on the sofa, squirming around until she was comfortable. She placed her head on my shoulder and looked at me with genuine curiosity and sympathy. Every thought and emotion that she was feeling was completely real, at least for now. I can't just program someone to, like, kill. I could however program them the need to kill for some believable reason. It depended on their personality. And on a personal level, Christina Hendricks was practically a prude. But she was a wife that enjoyed sex and even though she didn't have any children she was still empathetic to someone's suffering. And that was why I wanted to unload in her. "Unload" emotionally speaking of course. I'd unload on her literally later.
     Her amazing body was warm and soft in my arms. With her position on my lap, I had one arm around her waist and my other arm draped across her legs with my hand on her thigh. The material of her dress was silky smooth and I slid my hand back and forth against it. As my hand traveled across her dress I would slowly reach higher and then lower and lower until my hand reached her hip. When my hand traveled down it passed her dress and onto the warm flesh of her warm, smooth thigh. We continued to snuggle as my hand began sliding under her dress.
     I hadn’t said a word so far. I had lines, sure, but I just couldn’t bring myself to perform my half of the fantasy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested, my slowly hardening cock was testament to that, I just didn’t have the energy for the charade. Energy and desire to fuck? Yes. Energy and desire to talk? No.
     With a soft sigh, Christina snuggled against my neck and I kissed the top of her head. As my hand slowly slipped under her dress my other hand began sliding up and down her side. Because of their expansiveness, the hand on her side reached the edge of her large tit before my other hand reached over the material of her pantyhose and to her plain granny panties. She sighed out again, slightly louder as my fingers caressed the outside edge of her fleshy tit and my fingertips slipped under her panties. She squirmed, rubbing my semi-hard cock with her thick ass as I rubbed my fingers beneath her panties and pantyhose to her hip bone. My fingers reached for her nipple but weren't long enough to cover the distance over the large breast.
     Thinking about Christina’s ass made me think about Camren’s ass. Camren Bicondova was an amateur dancer as well as a burgeoning actress when I met her and she had a dancer’s tight little body. She had the start of a six-pack and wiry muscles corded through her little self but her ass was my favorite feature. Pert, perky, and tight enough to bounce a quarter off of. But she was gone now so I did my best to shove her out of my mind. I had other things to think about at the moment.
     As my fingers rippled over Christina’s breast through her dress and apron, the fingers of my other hand slipped across her soft pubic hair and her sighs became a soft moan. I could feel her body warming against mine as she moaned into my neck, her body rubbing against mine. Her body moved against mine like a wave starting at her mouth at my neck and moving down to her shoulders against my chest. Her massive breasts rubbed against my upper chest as she continued to rub her hips and ass against my lap. Her round ass ground against my now fully erect cock as her roll continued down raising her heated groin against my questing fingers. I could already feel her juices seeping out as she became more aroused by my fingers. Rather talented fingers if I do say so myself. I remembered when Jennifer used to compliment how I used my fingers from time to time.
     I grunted, maybe whined but mostly a grunt of displeasure, and shook the thought of Jennifer Love Hewitt out of my mind. Christina must have taken my grunt personally because she pressed her soft body more fully against mine and began rubbing it more forcibly up against me. Her movements made it easier for my fingers to reach her nipple and I slid my fingertips over the little nub through her clothes. My hand was just shy of being able to cover half of her massive tit but I still did my best to try and take all of it. I brought her nipple to full hardness, teasing and softly pinching it, making her gasp into my neck. The fingers of my other hand slipped down over her wet, heated pussy. Her neatly shaved pubic hair was extremely soft and made me want to ask what she used to condition it. But I was busy right then so I would have to remember to ask her about it later.
     Christina rolled her round, soft ass against my prick while I lightly slid my fingers over her dewy pussy lips, making her groan softly. She began lightly chewing on my neck while I rippled my fingers around her large, round, fleshy tit. I slid my finger between her plump pussy-lips causing her to gasp against my neck and shudder against my body. I nudged my head against her and she lifted her face for me to kiss. As I slipped my tongue into her mouth I slid my middle finger into her wet sex. She groaned into my mouth as she pressed herself more tightly against me, forcing me to lose my hold on her massive tit.
     With one arm wrapped around her shoulders to hold her to me, my free hand slipped beneath her apron and began unbuttoning her dress. To go with the whole 50s suburban fantasy theme she wore a granny bra, off-white, slightly pointed which covered her tits far more than even a bathing suit. While I gently sawed my finger in and out of her moist, hot cunt she reached inside her dress and pulled down the large cups of her thick bra. The material didn't come down very far, it just wasn't part of their design back then, but it did come down enough for her nipples to peek out of the tops. She lifted one of her heavy tits while pulling my head closer, feeding me her massive breast. With no ceremony, I latched on and began sucking on her teat like a hungry calf. She groaned out loudly as I pressed the pad of my palm against her clit while my finger plunged deep inside of her.
     The faux housewife pressed her round ass harder against my erection, causing me to move my hips, to move my erection from its awkward position so it didn't accidentally break. She liked the movement I made and groaned out even louder while I sucked hard on her little nipples one after the other. I sucked in as much of her silky tit as I could, practically devouring the massive mammaries as she dry-humped my hard-on. I groaned back as I used my teeth on the skin of her breast and my tongue on her nipple before licking over to the other side of her chest and repeated myself again.
     The pressure in my pants was increasing and my hard dick felt like it was being bent in half so I had to change position again. It was time to move past the heavy petting to full-on dry humping. It took a couple of moments to get everyone comfortable but by the time we were done, I was sitting in the middle of the couch with Christina straddling my lap. I had unclipped her bra through her dress so we could pull the cups down farther as well as open the top of her dress more. She wore pantyhose over her granny panties instead of stockings to complete the retro vibe so there was no easy access there. Instead, we just pulled her dress up over her hips and let her grind herself against me while I feasted on her tits.
     Christina held me to her amazing chest as she ground herself against me. I could feel how hot and wet she was through our clothes as I squeezed her large, round ass and sucked on her large, pale tits. A light sheen of sweat began to cover the tops of her breasts as she slowly worked herself up. She ground herself slowly, rolling and rocking her hips, moving around to get the best impression of my cock through my pants. "Oh my dear, sweet boy," she gasped breathlessly and I threw myself deeper into the pale valley between her massive mammaries.
     “What is troubling you dear?” she asked in a matronly voice while continuing to hump herself against my throbbing dick. I actually sobbed between her breasts for a moment before falling back against the couch, my hands on her wide hips as she continued working herself against me and I struggled to maintain my self-control.
     "Nobody understands me," I sobbed as she listened thoughtfully and continued dry-humping me while lovingly stroking my hair. It was true. I didn't exactly think I was better than other people but I was definitely sure that I was smarter than most people and more clever than the rest of those that were left. You couldn't do the things I had done and not be special beyond the norm. Even my arrest and jailing had been spectacular. I was so far ahead of the authorities that there weren't even names for the crimes I had committed which was why my arrest and trial had been kept out of the news. The authorities were afraid I would have inspired others to follow in my footsteps. Like I said, I don't think I'm better than other people just in a league of my own. I had no peers. And what did it get me?
     My prison sentence was harsh but thanks to my abilities it had become comfortable. I may have been in a shit hole but at least I had been on the top of the shit hole. Yes, going to jail had meant losing everything I had accomplished but I was still reasonably comfortable. And yes, when I got out of prison I had nothing to my (assumed) name but I had quickly started to rectify that. And what did I have now? Bupkis.
     I had started well enough but now it was just me in my shitty apartment/office, all alone in the world, crying about my problems into Christina Hendricks’ large, wobbling tits smothering my face. My life was shit.
     I can’t remember everything I cried about between Christina’s welcoming tits and her warm, motherly embrace. All of which was in stark contrast to me gripping her fleshy ass while she ground herself against my erection. It’s been pointed out before that I have boundary issues between sex and intimacy and I struggle with it. Not at the moment of course, I had the stunning red haired 1950s faux housewife’s breasts in my face.
     After I was done pitying myself, Christina used the apron to wipe the tears from my eyes and said, "You poor dear," before climbing off my lap. She patted me on the top of my head and then reached out to take my hand and said, "Come with me and I'll fix you right up." I stood up and followed her round ass upstairs to the master bedroom. The decorations upstairs were even more spartan than below with only a few plastic plants scattered at the top of the stairs. But there was a queen-sized bed in the master bedroom and that was all I cared about.
     When Christina led me to the foot of the bed she kissed me deeply, molding her body to mine, using her soft warmth to make me feel better. She took a step back and then began taking my clothes off from the top down. She unbuckled my pants and then bent at the waist to help me with my socks and shoes, her creamy ass high in the air. When she was done she stood back up and finished with my pants, tugging them and my boxers down at the same time. She was careful not to touch my dick when she pulled the elastic of my boxers over my swollen purple head before standing back up. Then she took her clothes off. There was no preamble. She just stripped. I thought about having her leave the apron on along with the shoes and pearls but she looked fantastic naked without the need for fancy wrappings.
     She stood for me, not moving but with a knowing smile on her lips. It was a smile that said that she knew that you liked her body. With her retro hairdo and makeup, she looked like a beautiful housewife from the 1950s, full of warmth and love. From the neck up. From the neck down she looked like you would kill someone just to get a chance to touch her. She was a Venus, with all voluptuous curves and creamy white skin. I didn't know what her cup size was but her breasts were certainly in the melon-size department. Her torso angled down to her waist and then flared out again at her hips and thighs. And at the junction of her white thighs was her neatly trimmed, cinnamon-tinged bush.
     I stood staring at Christina and felt a wave of self-pity surge in my chest again causing my lower lip to tremble and my eyes to tear up. But luckily she was there for me and quickly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She hugged me and it was warm, soft, and supportive. It was a hug that told you that everything was going to be okay.
     I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me just enjoying the warmth of her body pressed skin to skin with mine. My hands slid up and down her back as a new warmth began to flood my body. My hands traveled down to her thick, soft ass and I squeezed her cheeks and pulled her lower abdomen tightly against my own and began to grind myself against her soft stomach. Her hug was losing the motherly feel and was being replaced with lust and I groaned before kissing her deeply.
     I took a small sidestep so I could cup one of her large tits with one hand while I continued squeezing her ass with the other. I could spend all day just working her flesh like bread dough. As I teased her nipple one of her hands slid between us and gripped my cock and she gave it a welcoming squeeze. As I ran my thumb around her nipple she ran her thumb around the sensitive tip of my prick and we both shivered in pleasure. She pulled her head back to look me in the eyes and said, “There, there, my sweet little man.” She then ran the front of her naked body down the front of my naked body until she was on her knees in front of me.
     She sat demurely on her knees and looked up at me with her sparkling blue eyes and her hands in her lap, waiting for me. It was memorizing to watch. She simply obediently sat on her knees and waited for me to tell her what to do like a good 1950s housewife. A very much nude, horny housewife waiting for me. A housewife that would do anything to make me happy and satisfied. I smiled down at her and told her, “Suck my cock.”
     Christina immediately went to work making me happy.   She gripped the base of my cock in one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She used her fingers to juggle my balls as she opened her mouth and took my prick into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue lovingly stroked my shaft while her lips slid over my girth and then she looked up at me to make sure I was enjoying her. And of course, I was. I slid my fingers through her ginger hair and lightly pulled her forward over my dick as she continued sucking me and massaging my balls.
     I don't know where she learned it but Christina had a near-perfect technique. One second I wasn't getting blown, and the next second I was getting blown by someone that already knew my cock intimately. She had just jumped right in cradling my balls, working my base, and sucking my shaft like we were an old married couple who were long past awkwardly getting to know one another's bodies. Maybe I needed to hypnotize me a wife? Would that get me out of my depressive funk?
     Thinking about getting a companion of course made me think of my recent loss. It wasn’t much, far less than I used to have, but it had been mine. I wasn’t exactly broke yet but I had no idea how much money I had. I was embezzling some money from a couple of celebrities that I had placed under control since I was released from jail but I had no idea how to access it. There wasn’t much online banking in the jail so I had no idea how to login or log on or whatever.
     Christina released the base of my cock while keeping me in her mouth and began snapping her fingers to get my attention. I had drifted off alone in my pity party. I quickly looked down and apologized before rocking my hips and fucking her mouth. She returned her hand to my prick and happily went back to her business. Her head bobbed back and forth as she continued sucking me, one hand still massaging my heavy balls and her other hand jerking my base while her tongue lashed my shaft and her lips slid up and down my pole. It was possibly the best blow-job of my life. Definitely a top 10. Then she released her hands and let them lay in her lap. She angled her head up, stretched her neck out, and smiled up at me with my cock still in her mouth. I gripped her hair more tightly and angled my hips down towards her throat.
     My cock-head easily slipped into her as she deep-throated me and swallowed around my shaft. I worked myself slowly, never stopping, just going soft and gentle, taking my time to enjoy her and for her to breathe. My balls pressed against her chin until her saliva gleamed on my sack and around her mouth. And she just happily sat there and let me fuck her beautiful face. She didn't move at all, not even her tongue, she just let me do everything and anything I wanted to her mouth. My sensitive tip ran along the top of her mouth, the inside of her cheek, and slipped across her tongue as it made its way into her tightly clutching throat.
     I could already feel my balls vibrating with the need to cum. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her chin a couple of times making her smile up at me. "Did you enjoy yourself, Dear?" she asked me lovingly. "Oh yeah," I told her and before using my hold on her hair to pull her to her feet. She cried out in a quick chirp of pain before the chirp turned into a moan of lust as she got to her feet. I shoved her to the bed, her body jiggling wildly as she bounced on the mattress. Her tits shook and swayed before coming to rest, pulled down to her sides as they struggled against gravity. I found myself hoping that my cameras had gotten the shot but then I remembered that I didn't bother with cameras anymore. I found it was a waste of time since I couldn’t sell them.
     I loomed over Christina at the foot of the bed and she smiled wickedly up at me while pulling herself up towards the faux wooden headboar. Her skin was nearly the same white as the sheets but tinged with pink and with those tantalizing blue veins crisscrossing just below the flesh. I just stared lustfully at her body as she squirmed around to get comfortable. I licked my lips and she noticed causing her to smile wider, her lips and chin still wet. I felt hungry. I hadn't let myself feel this good in weeks.
     I fell forward onto the bed and Christina squealed in excitement as my body landed between her legs. I dove face-first into her red pubic hair and she squealed more as she playfully struggled beneath me. I worked my way between her thighs until her legs were over my shoulders and my face was neatly pressed against her muff. I shoved my face into her already wet pussy as one of my hands shot up and grabbed one of her fleshy, wobbling tits. She cooed excitedly as I shoved my tongue into her, my face wallowing between her dewy lips. One of my hands held one of her soft thighs while my other hand began teasing and pinching her little nipple. She had been gentle with me but I wasn't going to be gentle with her.
     I attacked Christina's dripping pussy with my tongue and mouth, sealing my lips around her as I shoved my tongue against and inside of her. I repeatedly stabbed her with my tongue until she was groaning and writhing against my mouth. I kept hold of her large tits, holding her down as her voluptuous body began to shake and thrash. I released my hold on her gooey hole and licked down lower to the little bit of flesh between her vagina and her ass. And then I bit down lightly on the little patch and pinched her nipple hard. She screamed as she came, her hands rolling into fists and gripping the sheets as her milky thighs clamped around my head. I pulled up on her tit, lifting it off her chest and distorting its natural teardrop shape into a cone of pink flesh.
     While I used my tongue to get Christina off, my eyes were locked on her heaving chest. I slid my tongue as deep as I could inside of her churning hole as I reached up the length of her hourglass body with my other hand and gripped her mountainous tits. I pinched and rolled her nipples like radio dials making her coo in pleasure before I squeezed them both, nearly losing my fingers in her warm, soft, fleshy tits. I moved the heavenly orbs in circles around her chest and slid my palms across her nipples causing her to gasp out and grip my wrists. I could barely see her face over the swell of her marvelous mounds but I could see the smile in her eyes as she moved my hands around on her chest.
     Christina’s toes curled as she trapped my head between her legs and my face against her spasming cunt again as she came. I shook my head side to side like a cat worrying a mouse as her pussy gushed in pleasure and she cried out lustfully above me. I was off my game. I hadn’t taken a breath before making her cum and now my lungs were starting to burn. I actually thought about staying there and letting her amazing body smother me. It was just a fantasy. There was no way she’d let that happen. The reality was that I’d maybe pass out and then she’d call 911 and then I’d be off to the hospital and then prison again. Reality sucked on many different levels.
     I managed to pull my head out from the steaming juncture of Christina's hot, slick thighs and take a life saving breath. I didn't pull myself out far though, just enough to climb up her body. I moved frantically but with purpose. We had started softly, gently down on the couch, and then picked up the pace when we came into the bedroom. Then went further with her going down on me and then me going down on her. The time for gently and softly was long past, I had issues to work out.
     I took Christina's thick leg with me as I raised myself above her. With one of my arms draping her leg over my shoulder while I straddled the other leg, my other arm held my body above her so she was the one to reach down between us and grab my ridged prick to aim it. The moment I felt myself make the barest touch against her pussy I slammed myself forward, burying myself completely. Her entire body surged forward, her massive tits nearly smacking her sticky jaw. I began fucking her hard and deep, rocking her body forward and making her tits jiggle wildly. With every grunt of my pleasure, she grunted with me, her fingertips digging into my arms as she kept her legs wide open for me.
     The look on her face was intense as she concentrated on what we were doing, me thrusting down into her and her rocking her hips up to meet me. Her grunts started coming with a little squeak at the ends as I shoved into her harder and harder, her head starting to hit the headboard. I sank myself balls deep every time knowing that we'd both be leaving bruises between her legs and hips. It wasn't a big deal since she usually dressed like a prude so the marks wouldn't be visible in public and I didn't have anybody in my life that would care.
     "Do it, do it, do it…," Christina began to growl, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…" And I did, hard, and she fucked me back just as hard. Her hot, wet cunt gripped me as tightly as any fist, her slick walls stretching around my shaft. Her blue eyes glinted as she glared up at me, daring me to fuck her even harder. Her fingernails began digging into my arms as the wet slurping sounds between our sweat-slick bodies grew louder and louder. I slammed into her. "Fuck me!" she ordered. I slammed into her again. "Fuck me!" she repeated the order. So I slammed into her harder. "Fuck Me!" she growled. I slammed into her with no restraint. "FUCK ME!" she cried out. I slammed myself as hard as could into her ginger cunt again sending her into another. "FUCK…!" she cried out as she came, her pale body writhing around on the mattress beneath me.
     I kept myself balls deep inside Christina’s body as she rode out her orgasm, her voluptuous body shaking and twitching. I had to pull out before I came and she quickly replaced my prick with one of her hands, cupping her vagina and squeezing it while she did the same to one of her large, wobbling, over developed breasts with the other hand. I stared intently down at her, memorizing the way she looked as she came and then slowly started to come down from her sexual high. I regretted not bringing my camera.
     I waited for the ravishing redhead to gain control of herself before I flipped her on her stomach and gripped her thick, pale ass cheeks. I kneaded her soft rear-end like I was a baker, just enjoying myself as she cooed and groaned beneath my hands. I separated her pale cheeks and ran my thumbs over the little puckered entrance to her ass and caused her to shiver in desire before I slipped the tip of my cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Christina groaned in satisfaction as I filled her, stretching her tight walls around my cock as they once again gripped me like a fist.
     My hips met her soft ass and I held myself still for moment, just enjoying the feel of the woman before me. She pulled herself up on her hands and knees and began pushing herself back and forth on my cock, fucking herself with it after apparently getting tired of waiting for me to start. I slowly started fucking the statuesque star back and she moaned from deep in her chest. It was the kind of moan you give when you stand up and stretch after sitting for to long, a completely satisfied feeling in your heart. She slipped her arm down her body and between her thighs, strumming her clit while I fuck her pussy. My hands continued massaging her ass as I worked myself deep and slow inside of her, her slick juices covering my balls and dripping onto the sheets.
     I looked around the room and immediately grew depressed. There was not a single mirror in the room and I hadn’t brought any type of camera so I couldn’t see Christina’s large, dangling tits sway back and forth below her. It was possibly one of the worst things that had ever happened to me, including prison. I suppose Christina could feel my less than enthusiastic participation because she started throwing herself back at me, fucking herself with my prick.
     My cock never got soft but I was still kneeling limply behind the stunning starlet so she finally took things into her own hands. I let her place me on my back while she straddled me and immediately began riding me. It took me a couple of minutes to get back into the groove as I watched her thick body move but it did the trick. I ran my hands up her silky smooth thighs to her wide hips, holding onto her while I watched her massive tits jiggle and sway. I fought the urge to reach up and grab them, I wanted an unobstructed view of her chest as she worked herself on my dick.
     Finally feeling better, I used my grip on the stunning redhead’s hips to urge her to bend forward and she braced her hands on the wall letting her heavenly mounds dangle below her and above me. I lifted my upper body on my elbows and quickly began fighting to trap and hard little nipple in my mouth as she started working her body harder and faster. I latched on and immediately began nursing like a hungry child. A child whose overly developed mother was pistoning up and down on his cock but a hungry child none the less.
     The more Christina moved, the harder it was to keep her tit in my mouth until her tits were wildly slapping my head. Not that it was a bad thing. I finally gave up and laid back so I could reach up and grab the horny actress’s massive, globular breasts. Once again I pinched and twisted her nipples like radio dials as her orbs wiggled and jiggled wildly until froze and screamed out in lust as she came once more.
     We both lost control of our bodies as she came and I fought the need to erupt inside of her yet. Her absolutely historic body began to shake and shiver while gravity and her spasming muscles pulled her to the side. I fell on top of her when her legs and arms lost control and she thrashed around like she was having a seizure. I struggled to keep my cock inside of her as she writhed around on her side and I released my hot load inside of her spectacular body.
     When we started regaining control of ourselves we found ourselves gnawing at one another's shoulders. As I laid in Christina’s warm, welcoming embrace, my entire body began to throb in pain. I was getting old and my muscles were aching from all the physical work I had just put in. And as I slowly recovered, the pit of loneliness in my stomach and the cold shiver of depression began blossoming inside of me again. Without being consciously aware of it, I began contorting myself fetal in Christina's arms and laid my head on her spectacular chest while she wrapped her arms around me and petted my head. Another wave of depression washed over me when I realized that I had forgotten to cum on her tits. My life truly sucked.
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     I had timed myself from the grocery store to my flat in London. I could stroll from one to the other just outside of five minutes. I timed myself in several places and businesses around my flat, just in case, like someone planning their exits should there be a fire. In a car, I had about an eight Kilometer radius if I avoided the morning and evening rush hours. That was as far as I could go by myself in the world. Anywhere else and I had to bring one of my “Friends”. Today I had nothing planned except for the grocery store so I had gone alone.
     I was standing in the queue, waiting to cash out when the urge hit me. My life would be so much easier if there were rhyme or reason to when the urges hit but unfortunately, the attacks were completely random. This attack began as I was just putting my cart by the belt, just before I was able to take my groceries out of the cart. The woman running the till was completely plain. It's not a critique, just that nothing about her appearance stood out. If my affliction hadn't acted up I probably would have forgotten what she looked like five minutes after leaving.
     My breath got caught in my throat as a sudden wave of lust washed over me. Clear as day I could see myself eagerly tonguing the other woman until she came on my face. I needed to get home. I took a deep breath to steady myself and then told her, “Oh drat, I forgot my card.”
     She smiled sweetly and said, “That’s okay, Miss Watson, I’m sure I can trust you to go ahead and check out and get back to us with your card.”
     She was so sweet and I wanted to stick my tongue up her ass and wiggle it around. “No, no, no. I thank you but I’d rather just set this to the side and come back in a few minutes,” I told her, trying to keep the fires of desire out of my eyes as they crawled over her body, “ Paparazzi and all that, you know. I can see the headlines, ‘Emma Watson shoplifts ingredients for eggplant parmesan’. Can you imagine?” I tried to keep my voice light as I imagined plugging her ass with my thumb and finger-banging her gushing cunt.
     “I understand,” she told me just as sweetly as she could, “I’ll just have one of the bag boys push your cart into the cooler until you get back.” Such a doll she was. I wondered what her breasts would feel like smashed against my face.
     “You are just so precious. Thank you so much.” I pushed my cart to the side and walked out of the store. I wanted to rush. To get home and do something about this strange alien desire infecting me like a virus. Five minutes. I could hold out for five minutes at least.
     The first few blocks were fine but the next one I hit a red light and had to wait for the traffic to clear. The elderly man next to me had no idea how close he came to being raped. At the green light, I jogged across the intersection and then forced myself to walk patiently the rest of the way. My flat was a third-floor walk-up with no lift. I had bought it before my affliction and now seriously thought about rubbing one out in the stairway but if it was only that easy my life would be much simpler. I have to have sex. Sex with someone, anyone, or else I may go mad. At least that's the way it felt. My friend Jonas had offered to help me find out by tying me down and letting the urge run its course but I hadn't worked up the nerve yet.
     I hit my front door and rushed inside. Locking the door with one hand while pulling my blouse out of my slacks with the other. “It’s happening!” I frantically called out and threw off my top before attacking my slacks. I shimmied them down my legs and stepped out of them leaving me in a rather plain set of bra and panties along with my brown pumps. Then Kevin stepped out of the guest room.
     I had decorated the loft to have a living area as well as a kitchen/dining area and left the floor plan wide open. Towards the back, there were four rooms, one of which the young man Kevin had been in. One room was my room, the other my library and the third was my office. Before my problem, I hadn't gotten around to decorating the fourth but since then it had become the spare bedroom. It was spartan with only a bed, a loveseat, a desk/table, and a television with a Blu-ray player. It wasn't decorated much due to the fact that there would be multiple people using it, one after another, until I could find out what was wrong with me.
     I immediately ran forward and wrapped my arms around Kevin’s neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I began rubbing my heated body against his as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. It was a test for me when I first realized that something was wrong to find someone I could trust completely. Someone who was completely honest and truthful. Someone I could trust with my life. And not my “Life” as in medical decisions but the life I was living. And Jonas was one such friend, someone I could count on for support. And fuck when I needed it.
     Kevin began pulling me back with him, possibly back to the couch but we hit the wall instead. As I ground myself against him I could feel him hard and ready through his pants. He wasn't a friend of mine but he was a friend of Jonas. I had explained to Jonas that I needed sex and at first he had thought I was joking. Even though he didn't believe me completely, he agreed to spend a couple of days on my couch. I was so scared and confused. I wasn't as scared now but I was still confused. One night the urge came over me, waking me up and I had padded into my living room and fucked my friend. Afterward, he told me how different I had acted and that he believed me totally. Still naked, straddling his lap, his soft cock still inside of me, I cried with relief.
     I had one leg wrapped around Kevin, rubbing myself against his heated groin, my pussy churning with unrestrained lust. He shoved me back and flipped me around before shoving me face-first against the wall with him behind me. He began grinding himself against my panty-covered arse while nuzzling my neck. Jonas had been a lifesaver, not just with the sex but with seeing me to doctors appointments and keeping the press from finding out. I did not want to see "Emma Watson Suffers Breakdown Due To Sudden Nymphomania". How would I even explain that to my family? And when the doctors hadn't been able to find out what was wrong, Jonas had helped me with my current coping mechanism.
     Jonas's friend held one arm against my back, holding me to the wall and I could feel his other arm between us and his hand unfastening his pants. Then Kevin tugged my panties halfway down my thighs and I could feel the tip of his cock searching for the entrance of my wet, gushing pussy. There was no way that Jonas could satisfy me on his own. He had a life outside of my problems after all. So we began going through a list of my friends that I could trust to fuck me when I needed it and would keep my secret. It was frightening to realize how many of my friends I didn't trust. And when we couldn't find enough of my friends we dived into a list of Jonas's friends.
     Kevin was one of Jonas's friends who I had only met three days ago and now he was slowly filling my cunt with his ridged pole. My hot, wet walls stretched around his shaft, gripping him as he slowly entered me. I wasn't sure of his last name and couldn't tell you his relationship with Jonas with a gun to my head. But he was willing to be my fuck-buddy and I was assured by my friend that his friend wouldn't leak the information.
     Jonas had helped me with the work schedule while I fucked our friends. Each person would stay at my loft and sit next to my phone in case I needed a sudden booty call or an escort to appointments in case I needed relief. We cycled through our friends, everyone being discrete and respectful while we fucked like bunnies over the last couple of months. All our friends shared the room, one after another, and came up with the rule of not having sex with me in it. It seemed fair.
     Using his weight to press me against the wall, gripping my hips, Kevin held himself still and I just enjoyed the feel of him inside of me. I was still wearing my bra and my panties were wrapped around my knees while Kevin was still fully dressed but I didn’t want to take the time for both of us to strip, I was desperate to fuck and I couldn’t wait. I shifted around a bit, testing the waters so to speak, enjoying the way his stiff pole responded to my movements. I was practically purring as we enjoyed the feel of one another. It was hard to believe that I had an entire harem at my call, a group of men and women waiting for me to need them. Hard men, wet women, all enthusiastic lovers. I had never been with a girl before and now I had three. I rolled my hips back and spurred Kevin on.
     Jonas’ friend pulled back a bare inch and then slid back in, making me groan. I smiled from ear to ear as he began fucking me, sending electricity coursing through my nerves. “Yessss…” I giggled as he began pulling back a bit farther and sliding in a bit harder. He worked himself up until his hips began slapping against my arse, the noise echoing through the loft. I continued rolling my hips back, encouraging him to go deeper, to go harder. I groaned out in lust and wet, hot desire as he kept a firm hold on my hips, refusing to let my body move.
     Harder and faster Kevin thrust into my heated body causing me to moan and gasp. I was still smiling like a loon, so happy to be having sex with such a willing partner. He released my hips and his hands began crawling over my arse, his fingers parting my cheeks so he could see my arsehole and his prick stretching my pussy. I began chanting “Yes, yes, yes…” over and over again, getting louder and louder with every thrust. As with most of my new lovers his thumb found it’s way into my arse.
     Before my affliction I hadn’t cared for anal play. I had tried it of course but just didn’t get anything out of it. But since my affliction any part of any body inside any part of my body could stimulate me. I had gotten off one time by sucking on my partner’s fingers. And the oddest thing was, most of my sex buddies wanted to fuck my rear-end. It was strange to find out your friends were checking out your arse whenever your back was turned.
     My entire body started to shiver with excitement as my orgasm began to crest. My gooey sex clamped down on Kevin’s cock, gripping him tightly as I began to cum. I cried out in triumph as my orgasm roared through me, my fingers and toes curled as my muscles began to twitch and my body shook.
     Kevin pulled out of my spasming cunt and an instant later I could feel his thick seed raining down on my outthrust arse. He groaned happily as he covered me with his load and I giggled just as happily. And as I slowly came down from my orgasm, rationality began to be restored in my lust-addled brain. I needed to get cleaned up and head back for my groceries. I wanted to eat an early dinner before heading to bed. I had a doctor's appointment for a CAT scan and then I had to trade Kevin off for another friend, this time it was one of mine. I had met Gloria on the set of one of my movies and we had just hit it off. And now she had volunteered to be my friend with benefits. I needed to find out what was wrong with me and how it had happened. I needed my life back.
     I slid down the wall and sat in the puddle of slick juices I had made and looked up at Kevin as I hugged and puffed trying to get my breathing under control. Just like I would for any friend that had done me a favor I told him “Thanks,” with a smile that I didn’t feel. He smiled down at me and told me, “You’re welcome,” while holding out his hand for me, his soft, sticky cock still poking out of his pants. I gained my feet with his help and took stock of my situation. My panties had survived and rather than pull them up and get Kevin’s cum in them I simply shook them down my legs and stepped out of them.
     Wearing only my bra I asked my Friend with Benefit if he could take care of the puddle before it stained the wood and I would have to pay to buff it out. He helpfully agreed but I did have to remind him to tuck his peter away before I turned and headed down the hall to my restroom to wash cum off of my ass and the insides of my thighs. Once clean I put my panties back on, touched up my hair and makeup, and headed back to my living room. Kevin was on his hands and knees cleaning up my cum but he had picked up, folded my clothes, and placed them on my couch. I smiled a bit. He was definitely one of my sweeter fuck-buddies and I found myself wondering if my friend Gloria was single
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     Christina and I spent the afternoon in the house but there were bound to be customers with a realty appointment looking for a new house. I had found this house in the paper listing it as an open house so I had gotten the realtor to let us use it if he could fuck Christina's tits. As the older man fucked himself between the voluptuous read head’s expansive cleavage I had sunk back into my funk and paid no attention to anything else but my own miserable life.
     When the realtor came over Christina’s lovely face we she cleaned herself up while he and I cleaned the house. He was in a blissful daze after he was finished with the wonderful woman’s once in a lifetime tits and hummed happily to himself the entire time we were cleaning so and I let him enjoy it. I couldn’t just hypnotize everyone I came across, or on, the programming could be found by someone who knew how to look. I had enjoyed a nice 3-way with Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift but I had found someone else’s commands in their brains so I knew that there were people out there that could find my commands. That wouldn’t do. I was a private person and prefer my anonymity after all. So now I had a realtor I could use anytime as long as he got a little something out of it which was good. It’s always good to have friends… well, I say “Friends” but, you know.
     I was also a paranoid person which would help me on my way home. I took a bus, then a cab, then one of those scooter things. I ducked into alleys, jumped the turnstile, jaywalked, and changed direction every once in a while. My paranoia was just an unconscious habit by now. Something I did without even thinking about it anymore. Which was good because I never noticed the guy following me or noticed when I ditched him without realizing it.

To be continued…
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