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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 Kiernan Shipka, 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. 03, Kiernan Shipka, Emma Watson
By Muhabba
Story Code: M/F, Solo, MC
I was still in a funk. It wasn't that the sex with Emily Ratajkowski wasn't good, it was, it was just that it just didn't have any fire to it. So here I was in my apartment/office, sitting at my desk, staring down at my hypnotism equipment scattered in front of me. I was attempting to tweak them more, update them a little, but I just didn't have the drive. I had broken everything down, cleaned everything, set aside anything that needed to be repaired and separated everything that needed to be replaced. There was a lot more that needed repair than there was that needed replaced which was a problem. Where could I get the parts in this day and age? All my equipment was analog, out of date by decades thanks to my vacation at Club Fed and there were no longer any repair stores to fix anything. Do people even know what a soldering gun is anymore?
Replacing broken equipment was easy if not time-consuming but everything that needed to be repaired was the parts I had created myself and they were not plug-and-play, they were engineered and built. Hell, you could plug-n-play an entire computer just by ordering the parts and snapping them together but I was the guy building the parts. I started out making a list of all the things I would need and it kept my brain occupied for a while, bringing back the old days of scamming my way into higher education just to learn things like this. But then I came to the end of my list.
I looked over my list and groaned. Where was I going to get everything? I mean fuck, one of the bits I needed came out of a 1980s Polaroid camera. My next step was to look up everywhere that sold second-hand, and possibly third-hand electronics.
I glared at my laptop computer screen. It was still doing… things. I had no idea what it was doing but it was doing it. It had been set up by my former assistants to help me with my business and even though they tried to teach me it had been slow learning. Not to mention that they had both scurried off into the night without a single word. So if you’re wondering what happened to Camren Bicondova after her show had ended, odds are she’s tied up in Jennifer Love Hewitt’s basement with a dildo shoved up her ass. Some people have all the fun.
I didn’t know how to use my computer and I couldn’t use a public computer because of the nature of my lifestyle, so I used the good ol’ fashioned Yellow Pages to look for shops that might have what I needed. This took the rest of the day.
With night coming in through my window I pulled my uncomfortable bed out from the couch and laid down with my thoughts. My thoughts were all depressing so I tried to drown them out by staring at the pleasantly fluctuating colors on my screen saver. It only helped a little bit but I did sleep.
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When I came back from my fruitless shopping trip I swore, threw my jacket across, the room, swore some more when the change flew out of my pocket, and then slammed the door behind me. Fuck nostalgia. Not my nostalgia, everyone else's nostalgia. There is nothing second-hand anymore, it's all "Vintage". Everything on my list cost three times what I would have paid for back when it was cutting edge. Even the fucking Polaroid camera. I didn't even need a working Polaroid camera, just a broken camera I could strip for parts. I was able to procure exactly three items I needed, the rest I couldn't afford. Life sucks and then you die.
I needed money. Even skimping on dinner tonight was going to leave me flat-broke. I collapsed on my sofa bed which proceeded to stab me with a broken spring because even my furniture was against me. I needed money. I thought over the best way to get it and then just said fuck it. I needed money personally and to get paid officially.
I went over possible targets in my mind. I couldn't try for anything A-list. I had pushed my luck with Emily which hadn't been a huge deal but she still had to explain a missing afternoon to any associates or friends. It wasn't a big deal, a person's mind would naturally fill in any holes, and with me tweaking her memories the patched holes were rock solid. But if the same thing was happening to a lot of different people it would look suspicious and I surely already had the Feds looking for me. Sorta happens when a master criminal disappears without a trace and there was no doubt they would be here in Hollywood searching for me. My crimes were pretty much routine. So I began reconstructing my equipment while thinking of who could catch my fancy.
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The next celebrity that caught my eye made me trip over my feet. I had been walking to the market when Kiernan Shipka smirked and gave me a Come-Fuck-Me look. Her face was adorably cute but her eyes were capable of the most lurid stare that I had ever seen. I was walking past a newsstand and saw her staring up at me from a magazine cover demanding my attention.
Kiernan had dyed blonde hair with her natural colored roots fashionably visible. She had a slender, willow-reed thin body with her slight chest and hips barely visible beneath her clothes. And her visible stomach was smooth and flat with her abs only hinted at. I couldn't decide if I wanted to cum on her face or her belly but that choice was still a few weeks of work away so I put a pin in the idea and bought the magazine.
I was so entranced by Kiernan Shipka eye fucking me from the magazine cover I didn’t even notice that I had picked up a tail. It didn’t last for long but my natural paranoia and the route I was taking to get home soon lost them. In the future, when I finally discovered I was being surveyed, I was pretty impressed with myself losing my tails without even trying.
When I got home I tore through the magazine reading everything about Kiernan Brennan Shipka including the name of the author of the article as well as the photographer. Every little bit of information I could get would help me. Even the name of the editor. The article was a fluff piece in a vacuous fashion mag but it was substantial enough to get me started.
Have I mentioned my problems with my computer? Anyway, I needed information which meant footwork. I have one five-year-old business suit from my store trip and it looked terrible and fit me even worse. Which in this case was actually helpful. I wadded my suit up and threw it under my mattress, sleeping on it for a couple of days to really get those wrinkles set in. I spent a couple of bucks to get a bow tie and a hot dog with everything on it. I sat the tie down and ate my hot dog on top of it to really get those food stains set in. I then put on my gaudy pinky ring and with a random stack of copy paper and I was ready to go.
I never take a taxi from my home, I always walk at least four blocks away before getting into any form of public transportation. So off I went to the offices of the magazine publisher to get some information. I really need to learn how to use a computer. I wonder if there are classes that I could take? But right now the only thing that kept me going was using my abilities to get laid and make just enough money to live. I had no drive other than those things. Not only was I depressed, I was pathetic. The only thing I had in my life was being a slut. I really needed to find a hobby.
I had the cab drop me off a few blocks from the office building so I could jog there and build up a bit of a sweat. It was about five minutes before the office closed so most everyone was rushing out while I was loudly rushing in. I made sure to bump into as many people as I could making sure that the security guards in the lobby heard and saw me. I dashed into the elevator and made my way up to the publication office.
I stumbled through the crowd as they made their way out of the office and made sure that I stared directly into every security camera along the way. I managed to make my way inside the offices before the entrance doors closed. Once inside I began bumping into more people, apologizing, showing them my stack of papers as if it was an excuse, and making sure the office manager heard and saw the whole act. I smiled and nodded at her, showed her the wadded papers, apologized, told her I’d only be a minute, and then hurried past her.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, stereotypes work. I made sure I looked every inch the hurried office peon and no one batted an eye at me. If an insect makes its way into a beehive the bees will not attack it and just let it wander around. People were the same way. Once you're in, they just assume you're supposed to be there. People also leave their identification badges behind when they leave work so they don't lose them at home and I passed three desks before I found one and clipped it to my lapel. My disguise was complete.
The editor's office was pretty easy to find since it's usually the first office anyone can get promoted into. Office drones start in cubicles, maybe get their own desk, then become some kind of supervisor requiring an office for phone meetings and other things the average employee doesn't need to know to do their jobs. So with a wide open floor plan, and dozens of cubicles, the supervisor's office was in the third corner of the floor.
Computer age or not, physical publications still require a lot of physical media and there were three large filing cabinets stacked against one another behind the editor’s chair. I sat down my wad of blank papers, opened the filing cabinet for S, pulled out Shipka, Kiernan B.’s file, and sat down. The offices were now cleared of their employees and everything was quiet allowing me to quickly skim through Kiernan. I wanted to find the most important papers with the most information on them but the whole file was just too good. Basically, the young actress's file was a complete psych profile. I hadn't seen such a comprehensive psych profile since the Feds did mine when I was in jail.
For me, the file was an exacting map into Kiernan's mind and between her supple thighs so I decided to copy the whole thing. It took longer than I would have liked but it was too good to pass up. For a moment I wondered if this was what was called "Data Mining" and if it was helpful or not, a publisher having this much information on anyone was odd. But I was only trying to get laid so I put that question on the back burner and got back to work.
The file was pretty thick so I knew it would take me some time so that I would probably miss my escape window but I had already worked out a cover story of sorts. And just as I was finishing copying the last of the file my window closed.
I could hear the security guard's footsteps just as I was finishing so I kicked the copy machine, swore at it, and started shaking it. "Is something the matter?" the guard asked me. She was a pretty little thing who stood at maybe five feet tall with Asian features and what I was sure would be a petite, slender body underneath her uniform. I gave a serious thought towards throwing her a quick fuck but pushing my luck was one of the reasons Jennifer Love Hewitt had left so instead I settled on escaping.
The lights in the office hadn't automatically dimmed yet so I had plenty of light to use my pinky ring while I started gathering my files in my other hand and answered her question. "No, I think I already got it," I told her before kicking and swearing at the copy machine again. Loudly. If someone is sneaking around someplace they shouldn't be, they try to be as quiet as they can so they won't get caught. Noisy people are frustrated people and since we were in an office, and I wasn't trying to hide anything, and it was shortly after quitting time, obviously I was frustrated from work.
I flashed my ring at the guard, sliding the glare above her eyes in time with her breathing. Every time the beam slid across her eyebrows, her forehead would bunch slightly, barely enough for her to notice. I kept my breathing the opposite of her, exhaled when she inhaled, and inhaled when she exhaled. I didn't want to mimic her, that could have created a sense of false intimacy and I didn't want her to think anything at all about me. I wanted to be just a random employee she tripped across.
A hypnotic glaze slid over her eyes as I talked until her head slumped forward. I detailed what I wanted her to remember about meeting me and then letting me go as I gathered up the papers I wanted. I told her to wait five minutes and then rejoin the land of the living which would give me plenty of time to leave before she noticed me again. Just as I was about to skip off I looked over her soft features. She was so cute as she slept. Fuck it. I could finish in five minutes.
I had two minutes left by the time I came. I had the pretty guard jerk me off while telling me about her first orgasm as a teenage girl. I darted out of the office as quickly as I could without raising suspicion on a security camera and then headed home to get ready to fuck Kiernan Shipka.
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The publishing company's file was ridiculously specific but by using it I had Kiernan programed and ready to go. One of the young actress's roles was as a fem-fatale in the show Swimming With Sharks. In the show, she had a creepy relationship with her boss that she would kill to keep, which made it nearly perfect for me. She arrived at my office by ride-share and I quickly ushered her inside by a side door before anyone could see her and then set her up in my office dressed as a sexy secretary. Her dyed blonde hair was up in a loose twist held in place atop her head with a pencil. Her petite body was artfully dressed in a high-hemmed jacket over a crisp white blouse, her nipples creating suckable twin peaks beneath it. Her miniskirt covered just her ass and gave tantalizing glimpses of the top of her stockings. She was ready to go.
I left Kiernan in the office I had spent all morning cleaning and then made my way down the stairs. Then back up the stairs and back to my office. “Ms. Shipka, any messages while I was gone?” I asked in character.
She batted her large eyes at me and held up a small notepad that she must have found somewhere in my desk. And on second glance it looked like she had moved things around on the desk when I had been climbing up and down the stairs. Besides the notepad, there was now a pencil holder, ink pens, stationary, and my laptop was opened on my desk. Jennifer and Camren must have left the supplies for me before they left and I had just looked right over everything.
Kiernan tapped the notepad with a pen and told me, "No calls but I prepared your list of clients, appointments, and this quarter's financial statements for you to look over." She pointed at the laptop as she sat down and continued, "I would have had a hard copy prepared for you but the printer is apparently down."
She began writing on the notepad like a good little assistant while I cocked my eyebrow at her. I hadn't really expected her to accomplish anything, maybe just some chicken scratch on the pad but she was taking the job seriously. Or maybe the actual job was just so simple it required no extra mental effort from her. Slowly I crept around the desk and looked at my computer screen.
Everything was on there. My list of programmed celebrities, both before and after jail, how much money I was receiving from each one, the name of my money launderer, the name of my bank, and where my money was going. I had cried at first when I couldn't open my computer but Kiernan had done it completely offhandedly in the time it took me to walk down and up the stairs. "How… how did you get the pass…" I started before she interrupted me.
“Will you be needing any… dictation?” she asked me with a rather perky attitude. She was still continuing her script despite my shock at her skills with my computer. I was so distracted that I completely missed when she gave her lithe little body a little jiggle.
“How… how did you get it open?” I asked her, still in disbelief, “There’s, like, passwords and stuff…”
With one finger, Kiernan tipped the laptop up slightly to show me a small, wrinkled piece of paper taped to the bottom. “I noticed the paper your password was written on. A corner of it was sticking out under the keyboard,” she told me before pulling the paper off and putting it in my shirt pocket. She purposely slid the back of her finger along my nipple as she moved, “You really shouldn’t write your password down. If you’re afraid of forgetting you should make a PIN to unlock the laptop. Once you’re logged in the rest of your passwords are saved.” She took a small step towards me, pressing her small, warm, braless breasts against my arm. “If you like, I can show you what to do with your fingers,” she said seductively.
I nearly missed it but something about her eyes drew me in. She knew what that look did to people, I had seen it over and over again in her pictures, and it brought me to her. I looked down into her eyes and the look on her face sent blood rushing to my prick. She licked her lips with the tip of her pink, moist tongue and I forgot all about the embarrassment that Jennifer and Camren had left me instructions and I had completely missed them.
When I had first realized Jennifer had left with Camren I had turned my apartment/office over looking for any sign that I was wrong, that they hadn’t left me. And no doubt, I had set the laptop down on the letter taped somewhere obvious on my desk telling me everything I needed to know. And I would read that letter right after I fucked Kiernan Shipka.  Priorities.
With a giant weight finally lifted off my chest, I got back into character and stared down at my seductive secretary. "No, Ms. Shipka, that will be all for now," I told her. She immediately nodded and held my chair for me to sit before moving to the other side of the room. I had set my only other chair across the room from me and placed an old, crumbling table in front of it. It was her "desk" with a small stack of blank papers, some pens, and an old rotary phone I had found with the desk in another room in the building.
I had set Kiernan’s desk at an angle to mine so I could see her profile from where I sat. As the slender young woman took her seat, her tight skirt stretched across her little ass as it pulled up in the front, barely more than a belt across her lap. The tops of her stockings were completely visible along with a smooth, creamy strip of flesh disappearing beneath her micro-mini, black skirt. She sat rigidly, her back ramrod straight and the tips of her breasts poking the material of her blouse. It was a great sight.
I pretended to work while the slender blonde actress thought she was working. I looked at the computer screen and everything I needed was there. There's a lot of accounting and business management know-how involved in embezzling money from the rich and famous and everything I needed to do it was right in front of my face. I knew that if I started working on it now I would completely ignore Kiernan so instead I continued with our little roleplay. I just needed to save it. "Ms. Shipka, could you give me a hand here?"
I don't think that the young starlet was purposely moving slowly but in my mind, she moved in tantalizing slow motion. She seemed to unfold from her chair and desk, every section of her body in use from her neck to her shoulders, to her arms, to her chest, abdomen, waist, and legs. She had complete control over every muscle in her body and used all of them, showing her body off for her boss.
Kiernan walked towards me with a dazzling smile and a wicked glint in her eye. It was like we were sharing a joke, she knew exactly what I was thinking and it amused her to no end. And for the record, I was thinking about when I would eventually cum on her sculpted, lightly muscled abs. She kept her body toned and tight. Her legs moved gracefully, carrying her effortlessly across the room as if floating above the floor.
She came around my desk and I turned in my seat to see her. She stood so close my nose nearly touched her blouse as I looked up her body at her smirking face looking down at me. It was playfully intimate, sharing our personal space. I smiled back at her as if I didn’t notice how close her body was to me. “Could you help me save this and set up a pin number?” I asked as if nothing odd was happening.
I turned back to my computer so she had to bend over my shoulder to reach the keyboard. She made sure I could feel her free breasts and erect nipples, rubbing them softly across my shoulder. She pressed herself more firmly against me to whisper the instructions into my ear. Her every word made me feel as if at any instant she would lick my earlobe, making me tingle in anticipation.
When she was finished, I closed everything down, slightly afraid I'd never get my files open again, while Kiernan leaned her pert little ass against the edge of the desk facing me. “Do you want me for anything else, sir?” she asked seductively.
At this point, I was supposed to start complaining about how stressful my job was and she would massage my shoulders and then fuck me. Instead, I unloaded on her the same way I had on Christina Hendricks and the rest. I did manage not to cry this time so that was an improvement.
So I had gone from a soothing fuck for a manly executive to a pity fuck for a guy who had been dumped. At the end of the day, I was okay with either.
Kiernan’s commands were inspired by the best way to comfort a stressed businessman so they came across as condescending to someone processing emotional trauma. She squeezed my shoulder, patted my arm, slid a stray piece of hot behind my ear, and leaned into my personal space. Then she leaned forward, parted her lips, slid her hair behind her ear, all the while, “Uh-huh-ing,” me and agreeing with me, cupping my chin, and telling me how lonesome I was at “The Top”. And then she asked me if I wanted a massage and that certainly ended my pity party quick.
Turning the page, so to speak, I got back into character. “Why… yes, Ms. Shipka, that would be lovely,” I told her and then quickly sat up straighter and then leaned back as far as my shitty chair would let me before it would tip over. The blonde star’s pert little ass only took up one or two inches of the edge of my desk but she somehow managed to slowly slide off of it, lifting her skirt a small inch. An inch wasn’t much but it gave a great view of the tops of her stockings and the underside of her pale rear-end.
It only took a few steps for her to get behind me and she somehow managed to slink for those few steps. She may have been a tiny bit of a girl but she knew how to use what assets she had. The sultry actor slid her hands on top of my shoulders and I could feel the warmth from her palms on my skin. She began to squeeze and knead my muscles surprising me with how strong her fingers were. I groaned without realizing it, apparently I really was stressed out.
"You're carrying a lot of your worries in your shoulders," she told me breathlessly. She had leaned forward and bent down with her lips near my ears and I could feel her breath caressing my neck and cheek. I groaned again as I melted into Kiernan's hands. With the few skills she'd shown so far, she was a natural-born seductress.
I could feel the seductive starlet’s small breasts on my head as she leaned farther over me. As she continued to massage me she began slowly rubbing her firm tits back and forth across my skull. All men have to ignore women’s breasts rubbing against them during the course of the day and if this was one of those times I would have to ignore it. But this was not one of those times.
I leaned back a bit farther, pressing the back of my head against the young actress’s chest as she continued kneading my shoulders. I groaned in pleasure as I looked up into Kiernan’s face and saw her smirking down at me. Jesus she gave great face. The blonde femme fatale slid her hands up and cupped my jaw as she bent down and kissed me. Her nimble pink tongue slipped into my mouth and thoroughly explored it before she sucked my tongue out of my mouth completely. She slid her lips up and down my tongue like it was a small cock before breaking the wet kiss.
Kiernan kept one hand on me with our eyes still locked together as she slinked back around in front of me and in between my knees. She slowly knelt and said, "You work so hard and ask for so little." Her statement didn't match my blubbering but it would have matched the original script.
Her hand trailed down my chest and joined her other hand at my pants and they began undoing my belt and pants. She pulled my slacks apart and then effortlessly pulled my cock out from my underwear. All without breaking eye contact. Her hands just automatically knew what to do. She wrapped both her dainty hands around the base of my prick and tugged on it while smirking confidently up at me. She licked from her double fist up the bottom of my shaft to my tip before circling it and licking back down. And goddamn those eyes.
She didn't break eye contact until after she said, "Let me help relax you, sir." She kept slowly tugging on my shaft with both hands as she bent over my lap, her hair obscuring my view and took the spongy tip into her warm, wet mouth. It felt soooo much better than the shoulder rub.
Her warm, nimble tongue circled my tip and then rubbed along one side as she slid her lips down my shaft. When she reached the base she swallowed around me before slipping back up along my shaft while also tugging on my base. She was such a good multitasker.
Kiernan began sucking me in earnest, her fists jerking the bottom half of me off while she sucked and licked the top half. Her head started bobbing up and down and I groaned with pleasure as she diligently blew, concentrating purely on my pleasure. Normally I made sure to give what I was getting but for now, I simply reclined as far back as my chair would let me and slipped my fingers threw her hair, resting my hands on the top of her head.
I looked around my office and groaned in contentment. It was clean, my desk was organized, my computer was open, and my dick was in an attractive young woman’s mouth. I was having a good day. I slipped my hands behind my head so the only things I had contact with were Kiernan's hands and mouth and listened to the slurping sounds she was making with my dick.
The tiny blonde actress gave my prick one last, long lick up the big vein of my shaft before releasing me from her dainty little hands and talented little mouth. She stood up slowly and I was surprised to see that she had somehow removed her skirt. Her flimsy panties matched her stockings and she gave me a grin that said she knew I was enjoying the view. And I was.
She began unbuttoning her top while I ran my hands up her slender, stocking-covered legs to the elastic of her panties. I pulled her panties down at the same time that she removed her blouse and both hit the floor at the same time. I sat for a minute to drink her in. To memorize the sight of Kiernan Shipka in only her shoes and stockings.
The young, blonde actress was completely shaved and her outer sex was shaded a light, delicious pink, her stomach was flat with a small divot of toned muscle running down her abdomen. Her curves were only slight suggestions of her body until she stood at a small angle to show off her tight ass and the small swell of her breasts. And as your eyes reached her face you got to enjoy her large eyes and accusing smirk.
I took her slender legs in my hands again and ran them up her body to her hips, then her waist, up the sides of her abdomen, to her chest, and her small, ripe little tits. Small, firm, and perfectly formed. Actually, that was pretty much Kiernan in a nutshell.
I gave Kiernan’s tits a small squeeze and then ran my thumbs over her nipples until I had them as stiff as they could get. The petite actress didn’t really moan or groan but rather hummed with pleasure, becoming louder the longer I went. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back releasing a loud hum of pleasure as she softly grabbed my wrists and held them to her slight chest.
I used my hold on her to push her tiny body back until her pert ass was sitting on the edge of my desk again. Then, with me pushing on her chest and her holding onto my wrists, she laid down on my seat with her skinny legs spread wide for me. I pushed forward and gripped her knees to hold her legs open for me, the cute little slit between her legs was already wet with a small dribble slipping between her ass cheeks and making a little puddle on my desk.
I licked from the little drop of fluid from my desk, up the crack of her tight little ass, and over the wet slit of her sex. Her entire, compact little body shivered and I sent one hand up to grasp one of her perky tits as I kissed the top of her glistening lips. She gave me a quick squeak and then started humming again as I licked down her bare pussy and punched her ripe nipple.
The willowy actress threw her free leg over my shoulder and began using it to roll her body and raise her hips to my tongue as it slipped between her puffy, pink pussy-lips. I squeezed her small tit again and pinched her nipple at the same time I slid the tip of my tongue around her clit. Her hum became a giggle and then became a louder hum as I continued tasting her bald pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair and gripped my head as she began slowly but firmly grinding against my mouth.
I looked up the length of Kiernan’s tight body as I continued using only the tip of my tongue on her most sensitive parts. She had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, just enjoying herself as I teased the wet entrance to her gooey pussy. She was yanking in my hair kind of forcefully ‘tho but I just took it as a compliment. It’s not like my programming would actually let her hurt me.
The small actress actually started fighting against me as I pulled away from her bubbling hole and tried to dig her fingers out of my hair. When I finally untangled myself I stood up between Kiernan’s spread legs while she sat up on her elbows to better see my cock bobbing between her slender thigh. I put both of my hands on both of her knees to hold them apart while I moved my hips around and she smirked down at me. After a few, playful moments, the tip of my cock found the entrance to her pussy inside of her slit.
I groaned in self-satisfied contentment while the petite young woman began humming again while she watched me. With a small bend to my knees and a small roll of my hips, I slipped my bell-head between her lips and just inside of her hot, gripping hole. I started moving forward and for every bit of ground I covered, her humming grew louder. Without using my hands I bottomed out inside of her and then stood still listening to the noises that I was pulling out of Kiernan. I stood still and just drank in the sight of the little blonde actress laying across the width of my desk and her wet pussy wrapped around my shaft. “You look so fucking cute with my cock inside of you,” I told her before I started fucking her slender body.
Kienan wrapped her legs around my waist so I leaned forward slightly and braced my hands on either side of her hips. She gripped my wrists and used her hold to pull herself down to meet my thrusts. Her humming had turned to one long moan with louder groans every time my hips met the hot, wet junction of her pale thighs. As she continuously moaned while I fucked her and groaned with every shove of my cock, her mouth stayed slightly open and I could see the tip of her pink tongue between her teeth.
I slowly built up steam, sweat from my body dripping down onto Kienan as she simply glowed with perspiration, small strands of her hair stuck to her face while I rocked her body back and forth across my desk. I watched her small tits jiggle with every push of my body against her and also watched her baby-doll bald cunt stretch around my shaft. Her hairless little pussy wasn't quite as perfectly shaved as Emily Ratajkowski but it was damn near. Her pubic mound glistened with her slick juices while her tight body began to twitch and shiver as an orgasm began to bubble over. Her thighs tightened around my hips as she started to cum, her humming moans and groans coming to a sudden stop as she gave a cute, quick squeak.
I felt her heated pussy grip my shaft and quickly yanked her up and off my desk, holding her tiny body effortlessly as she spasmed in my arms. I kept my cock buried inside of her while I sidestepped around my desk and made our way to my couch, leaving a trail of her cum on the floor. I sat down with Kiernan cumming on my lap, holding her steady with my hands on her tiny, pert ass. My prick was buried as deeply inside of her as it could be and I simply sat still and let her enjoy the feel of my cock as she rode out her orgasm.
Kiernan bowed her head for a moment as her orgasm subsided and then immediately began riding my pole. She raised her willowy body up and down as she began to softly hum to herself again. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations riding my dick was giving her so I let her do her thing while I bent forward and captured one of her nipples between my lips. As I sucked on her small tit she let out a small hiss of pleasure like a sexy little balloon deflating. She began rolling her hips as well as sliding up and down my shaft, stimulating her enflamed clit against my lower abdomen so I let her do her thing while I enjoyed her tits in my mouth and her ass in my hands.
The petite blonde threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as I switched breasts again and wormed my fingertips between her tight ass cheeks. I trapped her hard little nipple between my teeth and lashed it with my tongue before trying to suck in as much of her firm tit into my mouth as I could causing her to hum louder. The slender sprite began riding me harder, rolling her hips faster, and humming louder as she stared down at me. It was a vicious look, almost predatory. God, she could eye fuck you like no woman I had ever met. So in response, I bit down harder on her nipple and gripped her ass tighter.
Kiernan's eyes flared for a moment as I smirked back at her with her jiggling breast in my mouth. She smirked back at me and started riding me harder and faster, grinding herself against me. Her humming slowly started turning into a growl so I growled back with her small breast still in my mouth. With a look of defiance, she pushed me back onto the couch and started riding me harder but slower, grinding against me to the point of pain, purposefully trying to hurt me, daring me to stop her. Instead, I let her tit out of my mouth, slid my hands from her ass to her hips, and gripped her tight.
Using the strength in my hands and arms, I held the young actress as still as possible, refusing to let her body move even an inch as I suddenly began jackhammering up into her small body. She shrieked at the top of her lungs in a high-pitched shrill that was nearly ear-splitting. Thank goodness this office building was deserted. Her tightly coiled body tried to squirm away but I held her still, my muscles were stone. Granted, I was three times her size and I seriously felt like a giant in a hentai flick.
The writhing young woman's hands and arms slapped against my chest and shoulders, trying to break free as she came and I continued thrusting into her with a blinding speed.   My bloated balls pulled up tight against my body and I grunted loudly before exploding inside of the young actress. As I emptied myself into her, Kiernan continued grinding against me trying to drag out her orgasm as long as possible until she finally collapsed against my chest, her head buried in my neck as we both panted. It took several minutes for us to finally be able to move but with some effort, I was able to squirm around a bit and for her to do the same. She moved so languidly I didn't even notice the scissors in her hand until they were flying towards my eye.
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It wasn't until I was heading home from the grocery store that I became certain that I was being followed. I don't like to brag or bring it up, but I'm a celebrity, and just about any trashy newspaper would pay for a story about Emma Watson, even if it was just a story about my grocery purchases. I swear I had read an article one time and it was literally just my shopping list. “Emma Watson buys toilet paper just like regular people do.”  And because of that I had picked up a sixth sense at being followed and my sixth sense had been tingling most of the day.
At first, I thought it was just another paparazzi, which I could have spotted a mile away, but I couldn't pick this person out of the crowd. For me that was odd. If I thought I was being followed, but couldn't prove that I was being followed, I couldn't fix the problem of being followed. So what made me think that I was being followed? I am not one to practice flights of fancy with psychics who could tell the future or commune with the supernatural but I did believe that a person's brain took in information that the person wasn't even aware of. So what made my brain think that I was being followed?
Finally, I figured it out. As I walked I would be overcome with the sensation of being followed, stop, look around, find nothing, and then carry on. Then it occurred to me. Once more I stopped, looked around, found my tail, and then carried on. She had been following me since I left my flat. And I had been seeing her throughout my walk to the store and now back. I was surrounded by people, all traveling this way and that, walking to and fro, and moving around and around to get on with their lives. So whenever I stopped to look around, I would be the only one standing still while everyone would have to take at least one step around me, never stopping. Except for one.
The woman following me was about five feet 10 inches tall with what could be a slender body. I couldn't get very specific due to the fact her clothes changed every time. She had worn a couple of different hats, three different colored jackets in two different styles, and three different outfits. It would be easy to hide extra hats beneath the jacket, the jacket could be easily reversible with different attachments to change the style, and clothing that was easy to slip out of, turn outside in or back to front, or wear small clothing beneath, and it would be extremely easy to hide various glasses or sunglasses in almost any style of clothes. And once I subtracted the clothing I came to realize that out of everyone in the crowd one person, besides me, was standing still.
She never looked at me. The architecture, shop windows, cars, and other people, but never me, and she only moved when my back was turned. I should be a detective. With my tail spotted I tried to imagine a plan of escape and thought it over for a few minutes before realizing something. What was the point of losing them when they no doubt knew where I lived? It was fairly frustrating. With a shrug of my shoulders, I continued back to my flat, wondering if I should be scared or not. If I phoned the police would they be able to do anything? I was a celebrity so of course someone would be following me. The police would probably just play my tail off as an eager fan looking for an autograph.
I stomped home in a foul mood, wondering what I should do and what I could do. When I got back to my apartment, my friend Eric was waiting for me. We had met on the set of the Harry Potter movies where he was an extra and immediately hit it off and have been good friends ever since. When I had first approached him with my problem I kept hinting at what I needed him to do. He never even got the hint. We had met before either one of us had hit adolescence and it had never occurred to either one of us to hook up with the other. Eventually, I had to flat-out ask him to fuck me.   It had been faintly embarrassing.
When I got back to the loft I made sure every door and window were shut and locked while Eric watched me with concern etched on his face. When I was sure that I was secure I told Eric about my tail and he immediately tried to spot them outside and I had to physically stop him from going to find them. I very much doubted that they were still out there since they no doubt knew where I lived.
After putting up my groceries I grabbed a large bottle of wine and Eric and I sat on the couch and talked out my options.   Which was very little. But we both guessed that maybe my stalker was somehow tied in with what was causing my… outbursts. Could I have been drugged? Kidnapped and experimented on? If this had been a movie the both of us would concoct some plan to capture the woman following me and make her admit what had happened to me. Instead, we sat on the couch slowly getting drunk on wine which was turning into a hobby with me. I couldn't even begin to think of a plan, my life had become too surreal. I was more frustrated than I had been at any time in my life.
I absentmindedly ran my wine glass across my bottom lip and looked Eric over. He wasn't too bad-looking and was kinda fit. He was funny and could be sorta charming even. I wasn't having an episode or anything, I just needed to blow off some steam. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to me as I reclined on the sofa and spread my legs. Laying on top of me, Eric looked down at me with the cutest confused face. "Fuck me," I flatly ordered.
“Are you having an episode?” he asked me with obvious worry in his voice.
"No," I reassured him as I whipped my top off to expose my bra, "I just want you to fuck me." My views on casual sex had of course changed and, just for once, I would like to have sex just for me, not because of some illness. I wrapped my arms around Eric's neck and pulled him down to me so I could kiss him. His tongue stayed in his mouth as he slowly processed what was going on. After a few moments when he still didn't respond, I broke the kiss and pushed him up slightly. He was one of those people that needed clear boundaries and one of those boundaries was me being only a friend. And he knew it and admitted it and didn't blame others when he missed signals. Like a semi-topless girl pulling him on top of her and telling him to fuck her.
“Get your clothes off,” I ordered him.
“Wha…?” he started before I cut him off.
“Making a lady repeat herself is rude,” I chided him like a parent, “Get your clothes off and fuck me or I'll find someone else to fuck me.”
It took him another moment to realize I was being serious and to drive the point home I gave him a sharp slap across the cheek, “Now, Mister." Oddly enough, my friend responded better when he was ordered. That's something I could play with later but for now, he obediently took his shirt off. My hands slid between our bodies and I found his pants and hurriedly unbuttoned them. Sliding my hand inside I quickly found his hardening prick and grasped it, claiming it as he tried to hold himself up with one hand and pulled his pants down with the other.
I released Eric's prick and began helping him with his pants. "Move up," I told him and he held himself up with both hands. It was enough but I was still feeling playful. "More," I told him and he quickly obliged but I wanted more so that's what I told him. He began getting playful as well, giving me an odd look with every barked command but he still moved up more and more. First, his head was above me, then his neck, then his chest, then his abdomen, and when I told him to move again he had to readjust us both to give me what I wanted but at least he had figured out what exactly I was really wanting.
With his fly right in front of my face, I jerked Eric's pants down his hips releasing his pent-up cock. I opened my mouth and leaned up, capturing my friend's dick like a fish after a lure. It took a few tries but I finally got the soft tip between my lips so I could suck him into my mouth. I began bobbing my head, sucking his cock as he held himself up like a wooden plank. It wasn't an easy position to keep and I already heard him groaning in exertion above me. I let his prick fall out of my mouth so I could warn him, "If you want to cum in my mouth, you better do it before you fall."
I immediately took Eric back in my mouth and got comfortable. It was a strain on my neck to pump my head up and down but when my friend began fucking my mouth I could simply lay there and enjoy it. I sealed my lips around his shaft as his soft head slid over my tongue, moaning at the slightly salty taste of him. He pumped into me short and shallow, unable to gauge where he was and if he was reaching the choking point but with all the practice I had lately I could easily take him into the back of my mouth. I kept my hands on his hips, holding him up as much as I could as he continued plunging in and out of me. My tongue massaged and caressed his shaft as it pumped back and forth while he groaned in pleasure and physical exertion above me.
With Eric pumping down, I began pumping up, meeting him halfway to give him a hand, so to speak. I could feel his sweat dripping down on me as he held himself and plunged into my mouth while I gurgled happily around his prick. I sucked hard on him, using my tongue forcefully along his girth, trying to get him off before he collapsed. We were working against a ticking clock and I didn't want him stabbing me in my throat when he finally lost control and fell on top of me and into me. I began bobbing my head more, moving faster and working on him harder. His sensitive tip rubbed against the inside of my cheek as I lashed his shaft with my tongue and I moaned lustfully around him.
I could feel my friend holding back and knew he was about to cum. He held himself still and I went back to stretching my neck into an uncomfortable position again and again until he finally exploded. He shot his load into my mouth, my stretched-out neck letting him shoot directly into my throat making me almost gag. A pleasurable shiver ran through my body as I managed to take his entire load despite the strange position we were in. His body was shivering as well but for a different reason and I could see his muscles twitching, ready to collapse. I hurriedly swallowed my friend's thick load and spit him out of my mouth just before he collapsed. I managed to scoot to the outside of the couch so he didn’t land on me but it was still an odd position and now his ass was directly in my face. So with Eric's rear-end directly in front of my face, I did the only reasonable thing, I bit him on his tushy.
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I escorted Kiernan home, not for any gentlemanly reason but because I needed money. While I called us a ride-share the young woman cleaned herself up. And then we were waiting for the car, I cleaned myself up. And I may have had Kiernan clean up some of the mess in my small hovel while we were waiting as well.
I preferred the "Less is More" approach to disguises. The best approach was to not be the celebrity by not being the celebrity. Hair parted differently, colored contacts, shabbier clothes, Clark Kent's glasses. A celebrity wanted to appear kind of like themselves without drawing attention to themselves. So when Kiernan sat in the backseat of the ride with me the guy asked if she was that actor he knew. She said she wished she had that kind of money but unless he banked downtown at her bank where she was a teller he couldn't know her. Hair parted different, unstylish Clark Kent glasses, and a bit of cotton in her mouth to give the illusion of a bit of an overbite.
We took three more ride shares to get close to Kiernan's home before taking a bus for three blocks and getting off two blocks from her front door. I raided her refrigerator and cabinets for food and dumped it all into a garbage bag while she wrote me a personal check for cash and gathered up any physical money she had floating around. Even if I let her remember, Kiernan's check would go through three small-town banks, one money launderer, and two online banks before it reached me. But still, I left a command that if she ever did find out about the missing check, she would mistake the bank's phone number with mine so I could give her new commands about the missing money. It may have been a small chance at discovery but a paper trail was a paper trail.   She wrote it down as “voided” so I sent her on her day while I left to go shopping. I needed to do some thinking and some research.
When Kiernan tried to kill me, it broke the fantasy I had fed her and basically sent her into factory reset. She passed out in a hypnotic haze. The scissors slipped out of her limp hand while she slumped to one side the pointy tip of the scissors gave me a little nick on my shoulder. Owie.
While in her fugue state, I had tried to interrogate Kiernan which proved to be an exercise in futility. What I found in her brain was extremely similar to what I had found in the brains of Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, and Winona Ryder. It was like using a laser to sculpt whereas I was still using a hammer and chisel. Granted, none of their programming was nearly as clever as mine but it was more advanced than mine. But a 3D printer was more advanced than Michelangelo but Michelangelo was a master and guess which one of them I considered myself.
I gave up on interrogating Kiernan, she was a blank mannequin. A cute, naked mannequin laying helpless on my couch but a blank mannequin nonetheless. I had nearly been killed and was so fucking excited that I was giddy. Giddy and hard again. I had a purpose again. I mean a purpose beyond just surviving and fucking women. And speaking of fucking, my eyes crawled over the blonde actress laying naked and catatonic on my couch. I had never had sex with a mannequin before and I needed something to do to celebrate my newfound purpose so I immediately began posing my own personal sex toy. I needed to celebrate before sending for the rideshare.
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I picked my target back up about two hours after the previous agent reported that he had disappeared. The previous agent did however manage to get a picture of the girl the target had with him. There was no doubt she would be some kind of celebrity or CEO of some business but the boss's facial recognition software was looking for her name but the boss doubted it would pan out. The target always wore some disguise while out in public and he would have certainly done the same to the young woman.
The target appeared to be a naturally paranoid person. We had never seen him enter or leave his base, we always caught him out in public and then lost him again. We would catch him at the grocery store but we never saw where he took the groceries. This time he wasn't grocery shopping, he was buying used electronics from second-hand stores. We had been briefed that there was a large gap in the target's technology and it appeared that he was trying to update his equipment in some way. I made a quick note on my phone and continued following the target.
I had no problem keeping tabs on him through the rest of the day. All of his purchases were older, second-hand electronics that my parents would have owned. Cassette tapes, cassette players, record players, and even an 8-track player, it was a real mixed bag. And out of everything he bought that day, food or clean clothes were nowhere to be seen. It looked like the target was still having money problems and self-esteem issues so I made another note.
I could tell when the target was getting ready to wrap things up and made sure to keep a closer eye on him. The other agents and I would have no problem following him for the most part and then lose him in an instant. Then, a few days later, we'd find him earlier, follow him longer, and lose him later. We were getting closer. Today, I managed to keep track of him for the longest yet, over four hours this time. We were making progress. We would find his base soon.

To be continued…
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