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The Hollywood Hypnosneak	By : Muhabba Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 52176 -:- 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. 02, Emily Ratajkowski, Emma Watson
By Muhabba
Story Code: M/F, Solo, MC
My apartment/office was in complete disarray. My dirty clothes were spread everywhere, empty food containers spread out on top of the piles. My desk was covered in my hypnotism equipment which I had lost all interest in updating from analog to digital. My laptop was open and the screen was filled with numbers of how much money I had, how many bills I had, where my money was coming from and going to and I had no idea how to read or use the software. My bills were automatic withdrawals so I wouldn’t have to do anything but I hadn’t been keeping track of which celebrities I was embezzling money from. At first at least, before I lost all hope for life.
Someone knocked at my door that still had “John Smith Hypnotherapist” perfectly stenciled on it. There weren’t enough people in the neighborhood to vandalize the building because it was just that shitty of a neighborhood. Even criminals and the homeless wanted nothing to do with the area. I didn’t bother to clean myself up since I knew it wouldn’t be a customer. I opened the door and took my lunch from the delivery guy and then tapped him on the forehead. “Frustrated secretary,” I told him and then closed the door. He would spend the next fifteen minutes masturbating while believing that the “Frustrated secretary” was giving him a quick nooner. After the “sex” he’d clean up his mess in the hallway and hurry back but think he forgot to grab the money for the food. He would consider it an acceptable loss and I will have gotten a free meal. In two days I’d do it again to the driver from the Tai restaurant, then the Italian restaurant, and then from a couple of other places.
I swept the mess off my desk and sat my food down next to my computer. According to my accounting software, my bills were adding up and my income wasn’t, I think. I watched the blinking lights as I ate and sighed with grief before going through my desk drawers. When I couldn't find my binder there I began tossing trash around before finally giving up. Somewhere in my trash pile of a home was a binder with a list of celebrity names. The ones that I had already taken and could hit up for some cash to get me squared again. And without it, I'd need to find someone new and hypnotize her. And because I had nothing better to do I'd probably fuck her. That would probably give me something to do for the next couple of days. So, needing money and with nothing better to do, I got on the internet.
To make it easier on myself I simply Tor into my VPN and typed in "Hottest Model" and the first hit was Emily Ratajkowski. Actually, the first five hits were Emily Ratajkowski and good lord was the Internet correct. Her body was insane. It was like someone brought a middle school boy's wet dream to life. She had a slender body and the large breasts and the ass of a much thicker model. Not to mention her dark hair, large, sparkling eyes, and full, pouty lips. She had something for every taste and was built to fuck. Her nude body pulled me out of my funk and gave me something to wake up for in the morning. The thought of fucking Emily Ratajkowski was the cure for depression.
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The next few weeks were spent preparing. And by preparing I mean getting my shit together. And by getting my shit together I mean my equipment. The fact that my shitty hypnotism equipment worked on Christina Hendricks amazes me. In hindsight, I was probably hoping to get caught. If I were capable of thinking that deeply. I'm shallow and I accept that about me, it's called being well-adjusted.
I had to think of a way to get to Emily and get my pre-commands embedded. Visual or auditory, sight or sound. The best of course would be both but in my despair, I had lost contact with my women and I couldn't even get close enough to them to reestablish their commands to get me an introduction. Their information is somewhere in my computer and business binder and I really needed someone to show me how to use my computer one of these days. But my priority was fucking Emily Ratajkowski. Priorities are important.
I may not know much about computers but any idiot can surf the web. And using the Internet I got Emily's comings and goings and where she was supposed to be and when. Before the internet, it could take weeks to get the information needed to stalk a celebrity but with the internet it only took days. God bless technology. And God bless the paparazzi. Thanks to their pictures I was able to study the buildings in the background and match them to the days of the week. They gave me a small snippet of her schedule and hopefully, it would be enough. Next, I needed to make a plan around that schedule to get close to her. Luckily she owned a dog. I had my first way in.
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It required stalking stalkers, or rather, the paparazzi. I once again poured over every candid photo taken of her and, after several breaks to masturbate to those pictures, I narrowed down where her dog's groomer was and the next day they had a stereotypical "Fabulous" new groomer. I was the gay stylist that everyone expected by nobody ever really met. Stereotypes work. When the stunning woman brought her dog in, the outlandish new groomer insisted that they take a "Before" picture of the cute pooch. She was of course worried about me taking candid photos of her but I assured her that all the pictures were from the neck down and that I would show them to her afterwards for her approval. She was skeptical but she agreed and sat her little yapping dog down on a pedestal and then held it still. It was only a few flashes of my specially equipped camera and didn't do anything really except send a warm, fuzzy feeling through her brain. Then I picked up her pooch and scheduled its pick-up with her.
After Emily left, the actual employee of the salon took the doggy into the back and got to work. You didn't expect me to do it, did you? I only spent a couple of days hypnotizing the owner and two of the groomers to think I worked there so I could get to Emily, there was no way I was going to do actual work. I'm not depressed enough to get a job so off I went to get a cappuccino.
I got back to the salon a little bit before Emily and met her at the door. With a fabulous flourish, I presented her pooch and set up to get a few "After" pics. I purposefully poked and prided the dog to get it anxious enough that it wouldn't sit still long enough to take a picture so I had no choice but to ask Emily to hold him. Once again she refused at first, she didn't model for free after all, but I assured her that I would be shooting the doggy from Emily's neck down. We made a verbal contract in front of witnesses and so she held her dog on the pedestal for the picture. And, being good to my word, I started taking the photos.
I didn’t need to take Emily’s picture, I just needed her under the lights and in front of the flash because that was where the programming was. I couldn’t think of a reason to play music or I would have had my tape player with the altered static there. It was only a few pictures and once again I showed them to her to verify that I hadn’t taken any of her and set up another appointment in a few weeks for her dog before sending her happily on her way. I made the owner pay me for the day in cash, I was an employee after all, and then I left as well. I thought about having a little fling with the owner and some of the more attractive groomers but I hated animals so I left as quickly as I good. Little fucking slobber machines.
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For the next few weeks, I showed up at the groomers to pick up my money once a week like clockwork and it was my sole source of income until I figured out my computer enough to find my finances. I had a purpose now, to fuck Emily Ratajkowski, and it gave me the drive to start getting my shit together. I started cleaning up the shitty office/apartment and throwing away my piles of garbage. I even made sure to get some of the needed repairs in the building started. I was juggling hypnotized people by now so the repair crew was the last people I hypnotized for a while and I cleaned by myself. Who says that I shirk manual labor?
So in my better mood, I'd get up in the morning, give the repair crew their orders then I'd start cleaning or giving my equipment some much-needed maintenance. And then once a week I'd pick up my money from the groomers. Everything went like clockwork which is very important to hypnotism because surprise led to shock led to shaking off the programming. That was bad and had happened a few times. And with my new, happier mood, I wasn't being paranoid enough so I didn't realize that I had picked up a tail.
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The next time Emily came to the groomers I was there as my fabulous self again and this time she let me take quite a few more “Before” pictures than the last time. She didn’t even bother to check my camera for sneak shots this time. And when she came back to pick up her pet she let me take even more than that. Before she left I convinced her that the dog needed to come back next week and she eagerly complied. And the third time was the charm so when she came to pick her dog up, I gave her the final commands.
I waited and gave my commands a few days to sink in and solidify in her unconscious before I called her and pretended to be a manager for an internationally known photographer and had a job for her. She eagerly agreed and I gave her the date and time to show up.
Then I went to the groomers for my last paycheck, once again without noticing my tail.
I'm a naturally paranoid person. Even before I decided my vocation as a child. As such, I never leave or enter my building the same way twice. There are half a dozen points I hit just to get home. Heading out I could go front door, laundromat, coffee shop, grocery store, post office, subway, taxi, and then head back home a completely different way. Then, the next time I needed to head home I would do it on a brand-new route. In this case, my tail picked me up after my fourth point so the location of my home was safe.
I picked up my cash and headed back home. Cash is king when paranoia is the law of the land. On my way back home I lost the tail after only three points, blissfully unaware that something nefarious was going on. Well, something nefarious other than me.
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I called Emily two days later to set up the "Photoshoot" and plant my last commands over the phone then cleaned up a nearby office to stage everything in. It was pretty shitty staging but it was the best I could do. The closest thing I had to professional equipment was my camera which didn't carry film, it simply strobed at a certain frequency in regular intervals. The lighting was just cheap flashlights taped to anything I could use as a stand, the wind machines were box fans on top of chairs, I had a couple of Bluetooth speakers for music, and a used school desk with a cracked mirror screwed to it as a vanity. I had crates covered by blankets and a recently steamed cleaned mattress with a new fitted sheet for Emily to drape her curvaceous body across during the shoot. All in all, it was worth under a hundred bucks, and looked it. I took a last look around, proud of my effort if not the finished outcome but it would do for now. Now all I had to do was wait.
I hate waiting. I could wait if I had something to do but I had spent all my money on the “Studio” and food. But luckily I only had to wait a few more days.
Before I went to jail I could snap my fingers and have an appointment to anything anywhere in the world. Now I had to wait for my conquest to be able to sneak away without being noticed. But the chance to fuck Emily Ratajkowski was worth the wait and when she showed up I forgot all about my frustration. Her dark hair was smoothed flat and hung below her shoulders and would have framed her beautiful face if she hadn't been wearing oversized sunglasses. Her lips were full, plump, pouty, and painted the same color as her hair, both gleaming in the poor light of my "Photo studio". She wore a plain, loose, white blouse only buttoned halfway up and pulled apart to showcase the astounding cleavage created by her large, obviously braless breasts. Her long legs were wrapped in artfully distressed, baggy, denim jeans that hinted at the hope that she was panty-less as well as braless. Oh, and she wore sandals but I wasn't much of a foot guy so I concentrated on her face and body.
We did the fake kiss-the-air-by-the-cheek greeting and the platonic hug that was just basically bumping shoulders while barely touching the upper back of the other person. I wondered how many times she had been "accidentally" groped before learning to do that. I introduced myself as world-renowned photographer Stan something or other and she introduced herself back then we traded fashion cred. I told her a few of the shoots I had done, I had my own darkroom at the Playboy mansion once upon a time, and she told me some of the shoots she had done. Now on even ground, I welcomed her into the studio that I had set up.
Emily immediately threw her bag into the corner and began to unashamedly undress. She was a model after all and used to nudity. I watched with a sudden erection as her clothes seemed to melt off her body revealing the fact that she hadn't a stitch of underwear on. Her tits dangled below her as she bent over, swaying hypnotically with her thick ass high in the air. Her body was completely void of hair of any kind, smooth as a baby doll, not even a single razor burn or bump. Her silky smooth skin was completely without a single blemish as if I was seeing her through a camera filter. If any woman in the planet deserved to be naked, it was her. It took all of my willpower to stop myself from jumping on top of her and just attacking her right then and there.
When Emily stood back up she was wearing a tan bikini the exact color of her bronzed flesh. Thread. It was practically just a thread. And yet somehow it lifted her large beautiful tits higher on her chest without snapping. Her areolas were barely covered and the bottom little bit of her mound was snuggled in the bikini bottoms. She might as well have been naked but it was the fact that she wasn't that drove you mad. She looked naked but she wasn't naked. It was maddening. Something on her body would only have to move less than an inch in any direction to expose a tit or vagina but the material didn't move, the tan color helped the illusion of nudity. "Oh God," I moaned to myself as I wondered if whipping my dick out and jacking-off right then would break the programming. A model fucking her photographer was a wide-spread fantasy and easy to hang this current fantasy on but the photographer just whipping his dick out and masturbating might break the commands so I’d just have to suffer and let the fantasy play out. It was hard being me.
Emily immediately got to work and draped herself against the covered boxes, posing for her photographer. Granted, I was supposed to be her photographer but I was too awestruck to do anything but stare at her flawless body stretched out barely five feet in front of me. She lifted her chin up and gave me her profile before asking, “Is this a good place to start?”
With all of my blood in my cock I had lost the ability to understand language for a good couple of minutes as her words slowly sank into my head. "You are perfect," I told her. I was in no way answering her question, my brain was stuck processing her body, I was simply stating a fact. She lifted one arm above her head, pulling one breast up and causing the other to slide slightly to the side. And somehow her nipples stayed hidden beneath the small smattering of thread, mocking me. It was like her body was purposely taunting me, refusing to let me see the last little bits of her flesh.
My anger at Emily’s astounding ability to hide everything you would want to see centered me enough to get me back on track. I flicked on the flashlights and the fans before turning on my specially designed playlist and got down to faking a photoshoot. The flashlights were only flashlights but the playlist and the flash from my camera played the subliminal commands straight through Emily’s eyes and ears and directly into her brain.
The world-renowned supermodel arched her graceful back, thrusting out her spectacular chest as she twisted slightly giving me the silhouette of her heart-shaped ass while pursing her pouty lips. I didn't even need to give any directions, she knew the best way to showcase her body for the camera. Emily changed position with one of her long legs propped up on one of the boxes while turning her other leg slightly as she leaned back a bit. With her leg on the box, I had an unobstructed view between her thighs at her snuggly hidden pubic mound while her other leg gave a perfect line from the curve of her ass meeting the top of her thigh down to her dainty foot. Her flat stomach was stretched tight and her chest was arched out while her head was thrown back, her impossibly firm tits pointed up at the sky. Her tits were the highest point of her body with everything else reclined on the boxes, a mountain of tan, flawless flesh. And I was just waiting to climb the summit.
Emily had to bring her own outfits since my money situation was at a negative flow so I was excited to see what she had brought. Mostly I was excited to see her naked again. There is just something about a woman walking unashamedly, confidently naked. She wore her skin the same way anyone else would wear clothes. The first shoot was mostly quiet except for the music. I was just too busy concentrating on her near nudity to form words. Her next outfit was a sheer green bra top, matching sheer green bikini thong, matching sheer green thigh-high stockings, and green three-inch stiletto heels. She walked effortlessly across the floor in her heels, obviously well-rehearsed in working with them on. And they stretched her already long legs out and made her ass pop. And with this outfit, I could almost see her nipples beneath the material but her bare slit was still hidden from sight. She sat down on one of the boxes and spread her legs wide while leaning forward. She braced herself with one hand on the box between her legs, hiding her bare pussy while hiding her other arm behind her. Her large breasts dangled slightly below her chest, still contained in her bra as she rolled her hips and undulated her entire body from her high heels up with an angry look on her face. The effect was not unlike her riding a horse. Or me.
The look on the supermodel's face was a sexual dare. She was daring the viewer not to want her. And it was one dare that I wasn't about to take. I forced myself to look past the desire and sex appeal dripping off of her and forced myself to get into character. "That's great, Emily, you're a natural," I told her, prodding her on. She took the reinforcement and went with it. She rolled her body again and I swear she didn't have a spine. Her entire body moved like a hot wave. I walked around her, snapping fake pictures as she ground herself against the box and eye-fucked my camera. "That's great, that's great. Go with it. Just go with it," I encouraged her. She reclined back, her ass on one box as she held herself up with her hands on another box. She closed her legs and lifted them until she looked like a barely clothed check-mark. From the side at least. From my position, I could finally see her sheer green clad pussy-lips peaking out from between her thighs.
I kept up the encouragement as best as I could. It wasn’t easy to come up with something to say to her that wasn’t something I thought she had already heard a thousand times before. And on the other hand, I wanted to avoid playing a smitten fool. I freely admit that I was intimidated by Emily’s beauty and sex appeal, and what is it that most people do when they’re nervous? Crack jokes. I had to avoid that. So with nothing I could think to say, I said, “You’re doing a great job of wearing that outfit.” Sue me, I’m not a poet.
“Ha!” Emily snorted at my odd choice of wording before losing her balance and nearly falling off her perch. I quickly grabbed her around her small waist and hefted her back up to her perch. “My hero,” she said sarcastically but with a warm smile.
"Yeah, ah… sorry," I said sheepishly and blushed in embarrassment like a schoolboy tripping in front of his crush. I had her nearly naked body trapped in my arms, clutched tightly against me. The under-swell of her soft but firm tits were pressed against my arm and my groin was pressed against her hip. She looked up at me as I stared down at her, her dark eyes sparkling and her full lips parted just enough to see the tip of her pink tongue. There was no way she couldn’t feel my erect cock rubbing against her but she didn’t say anything about it. I’m sure she’d been in similar situations because sometimes men couldn’t help it. All anyone could do was ignore it and try to stay professional.
"No problem," she reassured me, breaking me out of whatever spell she had over me, "You have no idea how many perches I've fallen off of or outfits and shoes I've tripped over." We both laughed, solidifying a new bond between photographer and model. It was an icebreaker that made it okay for me to help her back up into her perch and touch her to help her pose. I had to force myself to let her go so I could keep the fantasy moving but I somehow managed it and went back to where I had been standing. I pretended to take a few more pictures before walking her back over to her bag, her arm around my shoulders and my arm around her waist to help her keep her balance. We were bonding.
The next outfit she brought was something she needed my help with. She stripped standing right next to me and the first item she had was a black PVC corset she needed help squeezing her abundant breasts into. I held the front of the corset for her, the backs of my fingers pressed against her soft, warm tits as she stood unabashedly naked from the waist down. I was practically drooling at the thought of seeing how much of her large orbs I could fit in my mouth at once. She gave me a smirk that said she knew what I was thinking as she finished buttoning the top. She had stood completely bottomless the entire time, her lightly tanned vagina on full display, without a second thought about it
The matching bottoms of Emily's outfit were a nest of straps wadded up in her bag. Not giving her visible mound a second thought as she worked, it took her a few minutes to untangle the bundle before stepping into them and pulling them up her long legs to the tops of her thighs. She turned around and presented her thick, bare ass to me and said, facing away from me so I couldn't see her face, "You'll have to finish up for me." I could hear the amusement in her voice as I stared down at her delectable rear end and licked my lips. Yeah, she knew what was going through my head, supposed professionalism be damned.
I got down on my knees facing Emily's world-class rear-end and licked my dry lips again which didn't help since there was no moisture in my mouth anymore. Her feet were spread slightly apart meaning her legs were spread slightly apart which meant her thighs were spread slightly apart which meant that the firm cheeks of her ass were spread slightly apart. On full display was the worldwide famous supermodel's puckered little anus and her bare pussy lips. Her exposed pussy was two, maybe three inches from my arid mouth. It took all of my willpower not to straight up attack her right then and there. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to finish the fantasy out before trying to fuck her and possibly breaking the mental commands. I slid the straps up over Emily's smooth, blemish-free ass and straightened them out, the backs of my fingers caressing the warm flesh of her ass. The matching bottoms could have been simple black bikini-cut panties if it wasn't for the straps that laced up in the back and left the crack of her ass completely exposed.
Emily finished the outfit with the standard thigh-high PVC boots and then stood up to present her body to me. She pulled her dark hair back into a tight braid and asked, “How do I look?” When I didn’t answer right away she smirked at me again and then chuckled a bit. “I’ll take your silence as approval,” she said before placing her hand on my bicep. It was a simple, friendly gesture, or rather it would have been if I hadn’t just caressed her naked flesh with the backs of my hands. My prick throbbed painfully nearly causing me to double over in pain and shoot my load.
I slowly got my ability to speak back and told her, "You look stunning and you know it." She smiled at me and gave my bicep a caress and a squeeze before sauntering back over to the boxes to continue our photo shoot. I adjusted my steel-hard cock while Emily was walking away from me and had to stop myself from jacking myself off in my pants. I started pretending to take photos again while she was still walking around before she stopped and gave me the sexy look-over-the-shoulder pose. The crack of her ass, graceful back, and the profile of one of her tits were visible. She then put her hands on her hips and cocked them with her back still to the camera, the muscles of one thick cheek stretched tight and the other bunched. She then turned a bit more with one leg stretched to her side and with her arms behind her back, making her chest stick out even farther, the tan orbs nearly spilling out of her top.
The strain on the buttons of Emily's corset was obvious even from across the room. And the way she kept bending over to flash her cleavage at the camera wasn't helping. Even bound as they were, her amazing tits still jiggled and swayed as she moved around. I noticed that she kept flashing that knowing smirk at me off and on and it took me a couple of minutes to realize why. I kept forgetting to take pictures and was just staring blankly at her as she paraded around the room. She was destroying my professionalism without even trying.
I couldn't wait any longer. I had to end this now before I made a severe mistake and ruined the fantasy or my balls exploded, whichever came first. I switched playlists to trigger the next set of her commands and then went back to pretending to take pictures. Emily let her dark hair down and shook it out. It landed gracefully around her face and shoulders giving her a wild expression that she intensified when she bent forward again and eye fucked the camera. The lucky, lucky camera. I gasped in sudden lust as my lower abdomen throbbed in heat. As she moved around the room I started hitting the shutter less and less, completely enraptured by her. And then I forgot about my fake camera altogether when she stood up perfectly straight, her hands on her hips, her feet shoulder length apart, putting her face in profile. A classic power pose. And then she shrugged her shoulders. It was barely perceptible and if I hadn't been staring at her body as intensely as I was I would have missed it. So much came from that small shrug.
Emily’s large, round tits exploded forth like a tidal wave racing for the shore, her top three buttons snapping open with audible pops. That was the exact moment I completely lost the thread of the fantasy. I slowly lowered the camera and simply stared at her in complete awe as she continued the pose. The corset was far easier to take off than it was to put on. She sat her hands on the tops of her breasts, just below her collarbones and above the start of the swell of her golden mounds. She slid her hands down over her breasts, over her hard, stimulated nipples, and down the front of the corset which suddenly opened the rest of the way, the sides spreading like the wings of a black, shiny butterfly. The corset fell to the ground while the stunning supermodel went back to the power pose wearing only the thigh-high boots and the panties made of straps before she started moving around the room again.
As she strutted around the room, Emily’s large breasts swayed on her chest like ballasts and would then come to a jiggling stop until she moved off in a different direction. And I just stood there like an idiot, my fake camera sliding out of my numb hands and clattering to the floor. Emily moved with uncommon grace, her astounding body flexing and stretching hypnotically. I was so enraptured that I barely noticed her undoing the laces of her briefs until they slid down her legs and over the thigh-high boots.
Since I had dropped all pretense of shooting her, Emily dropped all pretense of modeling, now she was just showing off her body. Ask a teenage boy to describe their dream girl and they would describe Emily Ratajkowski. Her body was perfect from her large, bright eyes to her glistening, plump lips to her large breasts on her slender chest to her small waist and wide hips to her long, graceful legs. And she was showing everything to me. She wasn't even moving to the beat of my subliminal music, she was moving to the beat of the lust I had planted in her head and the desire I had planted in her body.
As she moved around the room, still posing her body for me, she got closer and closer to me, teasing me with her long legs in thigh-high heels as well as her large, perfect breasts swaying on her chest, making sure I wanted her just as much as she had come to want me. A squeak from a floorboard brought me back to the world where I remembered what it was I was supposed to be doing. The fantasy was supposed to be the both of us slowly becoming turned on by the erotic photoshoot until we lost all control and dissolved into a pile of sweating, thrusting flesh. And she had done her part, I was just far too stunned by her natural sex appeal to do my part. But luckily it seemed she didn't need much of a response from her partners, she knew how good she looked and the thoughts she could put into someone's head.
Well, it was time to get my shit together. I wasn't nearly as good-looking as she was so I didn't bother putting on a show for her. I quickly shrugged my clothes off until I was completely naked with my erection throbbing and pointing straight at her. And while I was completely nude, she was still wearing her thigh-high boots as she sauntered around the room moving closer and closer to me. Her knowing smirk had become a permanent fixture on her sexy face. She knew the effect she was having on me, it was obvious and erect. And then, with a small spin, she stood in front of me.
I didn't move. This was her living out her seduction fantasy and since my brain hadn't been part of her fantasy I just let her go with it. She took one last step forward, pressing her naked body against mine. We stood silently without moving, just enjoying the heat between our bodies, our arms dangling at our sides. Her large breasts were pressed against my chest and I could feel her hard nipples sliding across my skin with every breath as we stared into one another's eyes. My cock was trapped against her stomach with our hips pressed together and I knew she could feel my rapid heartbeat through my pulsing dick. Our noses nearly touched and our lips twitched as we inhaled each other's air, standing as still as we could, neither one of us making the first move.
I don't know who finally broke the spell. Either my knuckles brushed against her waist or her fingers lightly caressed my leg but suddenly our arms were around one another and our mouths were smashed together. Our tongues plunged in one another's mouths as we kissed roughly and our hands moved frantically across our bodies. My hands wound up on Emily's tits so I lifted the large orbs and began greedily sucking and nipping at them. There wasn't a centimeter of her tan tits that I didn't have in my mouth. I licked and mouthed her mounds until they were wet and shiny with my saliva. My cock exploded between us and I squirted my warm load across our stomachs but I never went soft and neither one of us stopped what we were doing.
Emily ran her fingernails down my spine as she dropped to her knees. I had been dreaming about her soft, puffy lips around my cock since I had first seen her picture but there was something I wanted first. Instead of letting her blow me I followed her down to the mattress and pushed her onto her back. She squirmed around until I was sitting between her spread thighs and looked down at me in anticipation. Her sizable endowments barely responded to gravity with her flat on her back, and she licked those pouty lips of hers as I laid down flat on my stomach. She placed her legs on my shoulders and I reached under her to cup her fleshy rear end, the material of her thigh highs pinching my skin.
Her pussy mound was completely bare, with not a single follicle or even a hint of hair. Not only was there not a hint of hair, but there was absolutely no sign that any hair had been there, it was completely free of any bumps, razor burns, or blemishes. She was as smooth and hairless as a fuck-doll and I just had to stick my tongue in there. I moved my hands and wrapped my arms around Emily's legs as I drove my tongue into her already wet hole. She bucked and arched her back as her chest heaved while I traced my tongue around her sodden entrance. She wound her fingers through my hair and rolled her hips up to give me easier access to her hot pussy. I pulled my tongue out of her and licked up her smooth pussy lips and was amazed at how smooth they were. I couldn't even feel a trace of pubic hair with my tongue.
I slid the tip of my tongue between her plump lips and slowly moved up to the sheath of her clit. The little pearl met me halfway, already peeking out from under its hood. I used my thumbs to hold her dewy lips open and reveal the pink treasure inside. She gasped out as I thrust my tongue back inside of her, pressing my tip against the roof of her vagina, drawing her juices to my mouth, lapping at her like a thirsty dog. She continued to roll her hips up, her body undulating like a snake as she ground her hot, silky smooth cunt against my mouth. Her fingers gripped my hair harder, yanking me forward as she thrust up against my mouth and came with a shout. Her entire body shivered and shook as I looked up at her from the steamy juncture of her trembling thighs. Her large tits swayed wildly as she spasmed, jiggling and wiggling as only her breasts could, obscuring the lower half of her face. If she looked hot in a magazine, she looked hotter in the throws of an orgasm.
As Emily started coming down from her orgasm I released my hold on her and slid up her trembling body to kiss her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and she moaned in appreciation at the taste of her on my tongue. I scooted up some more until I was straddling her chest with my throbbing tool sitting between her tits. “I was wondering when you’d get to that,” she said with a knowing smirk. I can only imagine that every sexual partner she had ever had would have fucked her magnificent breasts. And now I was going to be on that list, to have heaven wrapped around my cock.
She slid her hands behind her head to pull her wobbling tits up higher on her chest, enticing me with the pose. Then she smiled warmly and brought her arms back down so I could grab her breasts by the handful. They were warm and smooth and as soft as foam rubber. I gave them a "Hello" squeeze and watched the flesh bulge between my fingers. I could spend days playing with her wonderful endowments. I playfully pinched her nipples and pulled them up, distorting her tits' perfect shape, and then let them spring back. It was hypnotic and she smiled up at me with a mirthful twinkle in her twinkling eyes. Who said sex couldn't be playful?
I wrapped her tits around my cock and moaned in pure lust. I immediately began thrusting myself in and out of her tan cleavage while she continued to lock eyes on me with an amused look on her beautiful face. I pinched her nipples again, rolling them between my fingertips and she gasped out at me, smiling wider to let me know she was enjoying it. She cupped her tits by their sides, holding them around my thrusting shaft so I could play with her nipples more. I pinched and tugged on the hard little nubs, pulling them up and out as Emily groaned in pleasure below him and I continued fucking her tits. She bent forward and extended her tongue out far enough to lick the pre-cum off of my tip and then circled it around my cock-head, tasting the spilled cum from earlier.
It was painful but I managed to pull my prick out of her cleavage and leaned forward, bracing myself with one hand above her while I gripped the base of my cock with my other hand. She immediately leaned up and took my cock between her puffy lips and held herself still so I could fuck her mouth. Her moist tongue danced around the head of my dick and along my shaft as I bumped against the top of her throat. We were in no position to let her deep-throat me so when I felt she had held her breath long enough I sat back up and plunged my spit-wet cock back between her amazing tits.
I couldn’t decide which I liked best, her tits around my prick or her lips so I had no choice but to try again. This time when I pulled myself out of Emily’s luscious cleavage she leaned up on her elbows and opened her mouth wide while sticking out her tongue. I braced myself with one hand again and slid back into the supermodel's hot wet mouth. This time, with the new angle, I was able to get my cock-head into the top of her throat and she immediately swallowed around my sensitive tip. My eyes fluttered and my arm nearly gave out. Not wanting to fall on top of the world-famous model and accidentally choke her to death, I magnanimously went back to fucking her tits. I can be such a gentleman sometimes.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned in frustration. I was already about to cum and I had wanted to spend so much more time with her tits but her golden orbs and plump lips were just too much for me. I quickly pulled myself away from her tits and she laughed loudly, knowing the effect her wondrous chest had on me and no doubt to people around the world. That thought reminded me of another pair of breasts renowned throughout the world, Kate Upton. Kate Upton was one of the celebrities carrying my programming with her contact details locked in my computer. I needed to find a way in there.
As I moved down between Emily’s spread legs, my cock slid down her body, down her well-developed abdomen, and down to between the steamy juncture of her firm thighs, leaving a moist trail down the length of her sculpted form. She never stopped smiling or looking into my eyes while the tip of my cock nudged the entrance to her hot body. She gasped through her smile as the soft tip of my prick slipped into her vagina and her hips rolled up to meet me.
Emily’s burning cunt drew me into her body as we both moaned in lust. My hard cock stretched her clutching cunt as it gripped me like a fist. Our hips met and she wrapped her legs around my thighs and her arms around my neck. We kissed again, deep and slow as I began drawing back and then pushed forward, fucking deep inside of her wet, burning hole. We groaned into one another's mouths as I buried myself as deeply as I could inside of her while she raised her hips to meet me. She used her grip around my shoulders as leverage to raise her lower body up to reach mine, nearly swinging back and forth above the floor to meet my thrusts. Her juices covered my balls as they slapped wetly against her equally covered ass cheeks, our sweat-slick bodies glistened, and even our chins were wet from our deep, messy kisses.
Our bodies made wet, smacking sounds as we fucked and our kissing was just as loud. Sweat rolled down our bodies as we pushed and shoved back and forth against one another, fucking hard and loudly, enjoying the feel of our bodies slapping together over and over. And then with a laugh, Emily rolled us over, almost wrenching my neck, and landed on top of me. Without missing a stroke she rode me, rolling her hips to rub her clit against my lower abdomen before rising up my shaft and sliding back down, her animated tits jiggling wildly before her body cycled again.
My hands reached up to her tits, down to her ass, and then back up all over again. I then held myself up on one arm to suck and lick at Emily’s amazing chest and held onto her ass with my free hand. If I could reach up higher I would have shoved my tongue into her mouth or if I had a third hand I would have slipped my thumb between her plump lips or tight ass. There was just so much on her body to play with, I needed more hands to appreciate all of it.
Harder and faster, Emily rode me and my hands fought to keep up with her wildly animated body. Face, lips, tits, pussy, ass, there was just to much to follow, and with her riding my throbbing rod I was in overdrive. I threw her off of me and onto her stomach before I rolled over on top of her and shoved her face down on the mostly clean, repurposed mattress. She moved like she had a purpose and suddenly had her thick, heart-shaped ass high in the air. Once again I slipped the tip of my cock inside of her before grabbing her hips and roughly thrusting myself inside her heavenly body. I held the back of her head down, pushing her into the mattress as my hips met her ass and made her cry out as she came on my cock. Her heated juices gush out and coated my cock and balls as they slapped wetly against her bald pussy.
I didn’t stop to give Emily a chance to rest or enjoy her orgasm, I kept slamming myself into her, yanking her back against me just as much as I was thrusting forward into her. The rippling of her ass was hypnotic as she cried out in pleasure while slamming herself back against me. I reached under her body and pulled her up, holding her with my arm wrapped around her slender waist while groping her stunning, heaven-sent chest. My boiling balls swung up with every quick thrust and slapped against her dribbling cunt as she cried out in pleasure again.
All my time and effort were about to peak so I roughly shoved her down on her back as she twitched and moaned through her orgasm while I slid out of her and then knelt next to her gasping face while I fisted my cock. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue while she squeezed one of her tits and slid her hand between her spread, quivering legs. I shoved my cock into her mouth and her thick lips snapped shut around it. She began bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard enough for her cheeks to hollow, and rubbing her tongue along my length. I began thrusting into her mouth, fucking her beautiful face as she stared up at me again, daring me not to cum.
I failed the dare and erupted inside Emily's mouth. I slammed myself forward, burying my cock in her throat as I spasmed and shot my load into her, groaning in lust. She swallowed every drop, milking me dry until my toes curled and my balls emptied. It was mind-numbing. I was so intent on my orgasm that I barely noticed Emily finishing herself off. I remember thinking that I would have to fix that on the next go around, there was no need for a woman to have to take care of herself with me nearby, not to mention me just spending more time enjoying her body, as I collapsed into the mattress beside her and began snuggling up against her amazing chest.
I quickly forgot all about Emily's orgasm and exploring her preternatural body when I started crying into her tits. It came out of nowhere and was just like it had been with Christina Hendricks, I just vomited my problems on her chest, how lonely I was, how nothing I ever did could measure up to everything I had done before jail, how alone I was, and how I had no friends and no one to talk to. Out of all the things I had wanted to do to Emily's chest, blubbering and spewing my feelings out on it hadn't been one of them.
I had Emily Ratajkowski at my beck and call and rather than fuck us both silly, I had popped my load far sooner than I had wanted and was crying like a schoolboy missing his mommy. It was perhaps one of the lowest points of my life. If I had friends there was no doubt that they would have rightfully mocked me for fucking up my fantasy fuck with Emily. Sure, I could have just hit a subliminal reset and started the little scene all over again but what was the use?
I had already cum a couple of times and was too old to just get hard again without a bit of a breather and some rehydration. So instead of balling the stunning supermodel I was sobbing into her tits about how I had no friends in school and nobody loved me and I had no one to talk to. I had no one but my hypnotized sex dolls which didn't count because they would just agree with whatever I said. Maybe I should hypnotize myself a shrink?
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It was Gloria's last night in my loft before we traded off for another friend to fuck me. I had gone the whole week without an attack which was rare but not unheard of. It was odd but when I mentioned that this was her last night for a while and that I was thankful that we hadn't needed to have sex I couldn't help but think that she looked disappointed. It was an odd thought that I pushed into the back of my mind. To me, the sex was an embarrassing illness and it made me uncomfortable that my friends could be looking forward to me having an attack so they would have an excuse to fuck me.
“I got it, I got it,” Gloria giggled. We were on our third glass of wine and just enjoying the evening together on my sofa. “How about ‘Emma Watson’s Rescue Rangers’?” she asked causing me to snort my wine in laughter.
“What?” I squealed with another sip of wine.
“It’ll work. We’ll all have little patches sewn to our clothes so you can recognize us in public,” she added with another sip of her wine. She refilled our glasses and sat the empty bottle back down as I laughed hard enough to nearly spill my glass.
“We are not calling it that,” I told her through my laughter.
"So you're okay with the idea of a secret, underground organization whose only mission is to satisfy your sexual needs at a moment's notice while you're out in public, it's just the name that bothers you," she explained. I got the idea that this wasn't the first time she had thought of this.
I laughed again as I swallowed the last of my wine and stood up and swayed a little. I walked over to my window and looked down at the people walking this way and that down below. "Do you realize how many people it would take to pull that off? We'd never get enough," I told her in a mock, serious tone as if I was entertaining the idea.
"I think you underestimate the number of people that want to fuck you," she replied, a bit more serious than not. She really had thought about it but I laughed for the joke it was supposed to be nonetheless. And for a moment, as I stared down at all the people oblivious to me watching them, I wondered how many of them actually would join up.
“You have been thinking about this too much,” I told her which caused her to laugh loudly. I closed the curtain and turned around just as she finished the last of her wine. I swayed a bit more and giggled at it. “And on that note, I think I’ll turn in.”
Gloria nodded and started trying to clean up but I stopped her. “I don’t think either of us are in any condition for cleaning,” I told her, “We’ll get it in the morning.
“Good idea,” she agreed and stood up on wobbly legs. We swayed happily into the hall and gave one another a quick peck on the lips before heading to our separate rooms.
I got into my pajamas and turned out the light but didn't have the energy to fall asleep yet if that makes sense, so I sat up under the covers and tried not to think. It took a bit of time but I managed to turn off my mind enough to get drowsy and was about to lay down properly when I heard a gentle moan coming from outside my room.
I sighed in frustration. Here I was, happy to not have to have sex for a week and Gloria was having to polish herself off because of it. There was no reason for me to feel bad about it but I did. She had spent a week with me, constantly wondering if we'd have sex, and I had wound up leaving her with blue-balls. Fully awake again I padded to my window and looked out at the people moving around and I wondered how many of them would think a sex-mad Emma Watson was their lucky shot at fucking her.
I did my best to convince myself that Gloria's frustration was not my fault, because she knew what she had been getting into, closed my curtain, and then got back into bed with determination to not feel guilty and get some sleep. I was so caught up in my problems that I hadn't even noticed the person across the street, standing on the sidewalk, watching my flat. I could still hear Gloria masturbating in the spare room and sighed before whispering a curse and sliding my hands under the sheets and into my pajama pants. I might as well work some frustration out for myself the same as Gloria before nodding off.
It wasn’t that I was having an attack, I was still capable of becoming aroused all on my own, it was just that when I had an attack I couldn't really relax and enjoy myself. The burning need that exploded had to be seen to immediately and then afterward I was far too ashamed or embarrassed to enjoy the act. I petted with my pubic hair with one hand as I slid my other hand up my body to my chest. I took very good care of my pubic hair, keeping it soft and supple rather than letting it become wiry and I enjoyed my mound being stroked and petted like a little kitty.
My other hand quickly found my breast and gave it a gentle squeeze while I used my middle finger the caress my sensitive nipple and draw a small groan from my lips. The middle finger of my other hand slid across the soft fur of my vulva and in-between my already moist lips causing me to groan again. As I teased my breast and my sex I thought about calling Gloria and faking an attack but then I dismissed the idea. It would be taking advantage of my condition to use it as an excuse to get someone’s tongue in my lonely pussy. I circled my nipple and sawed my finger between my lower lips as I chewed the bottom lip of my mouth while my hips acted on their own, rolling up to meet my hand. I then thought about the vibrator in the drawer of my bedside table but quickly rejected the idea. I was too afraid that Gloria would hear it and think I was purposely spurning her. I sighed in frustration. Sex was so much easier when you didn’t have to worry about your partner’s feelings.
I took a moment to slide my sleep shirt over my chest before lightly grasping my other tit. I squeezed it a bit more firmly than the first one and felt my nipple slide across my palm. My other hand slipped some of my quickly building moisture up to the sheath of my little clit and I rubbed lightly over the top. I could feel it getting harder the same as my nipples while I groaned a bit louder and my whole body warmed up while my hips rose up to press myself more firmly against my hand. I moaned a bit louder but quickly caught myself and bit down on my bottom lip to keep quiet. I didn’t want Gloria to hear me taking care of myself.
I teased the entrance to my dewy vagina, sliding around and around while doing the same to my hard little nipple. Still chewing my bottom lip, I smiled to myself as I slid my middle finger into my heated hole but only to the first knuckle, teasing myself. My lovely little pearl had already peeked out and I lightly pressed down on it with the heel of my palm as I sawed the tip of my finger in and out of my wet vagina and pinched my nipple. I giggled a bit as the bit of pain from my pinch mixed with the pleasure from between my legs. My entire body rolled from my shoulders down to my hips to press my mound and my clitoris more firmly against my hand. I could feel a bit of fluid escape down the split of my arse as I dipped my finger into my delicate pussy up to my second knuckle and I twisted my nipple.
The pleasure was coursing through me, lifting me so that it was getting difficult to keep track of everything I was doing. I continued treating my nipple roughly while sliding my finger in and out of my leaking hole and also pressing my palm against my sizzling little clit. I needed more hands, the thought of which made me laugh out again. I imagined what I would like masturbating with more hands to pleasure my body, caressing me with one hand each stimulating my breasts, another hand lightly slipping a finger slowly in and out of my naughty sex with another hand to see to my sizzling clit. I gasped out as I suddenly imagined a dozen more hands using their fingers to reach into my mouth, grip my neck, hold my hips firmly, stretch my legs open wide, plunge deep inside my burning pussy, and even violate the entrance to my arse.
I gave out a quick squeak as I came, fighting to remain quiet while also struggling to control my body to make sure my mattress didn’t make noise and give me away to Gloria. Is it wrong that trying to keep what I was doing secret made it just a bit kinky and added a bit of spice? That would bare thinking about later. I relaxed as I came down from my orgasmic high, melting into my mattress with a small groan of contentment. It had been far too long since I had an orgasm simply for my own enjoyment rather than out of some bizarre necessity. I sighed with satisfaction, leaving my hands cupping my spent vagina as well as my breast for a few minutes before straightening myself, my clothes, and my bedding out and then rolling to my side and closing my eyes. It didn’t take long to drift off to sleep but I would be annoyed in the morning when I realized that I had a wet dream about Gloria during the night.

To be continued…
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