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Hypnosneak: Back In The Day	By : Muhabba Category: Celebrities - Misc > Crossovers Views: 1475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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 Alyssa Milano or have anything to do with her. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.

The Hollywood Hypnosneak: Back In The Day
Chapter 02, Alyssa Milano
Story Code: M/F, MC

By Muhabba
The dates of my little dalliances are jumbled and out of order. When I was on trial my faithful assistant, Jennifer Love Hewitt, gathered everything she could as quick as she could and stashed it as fast as she could. The paper files were the easiest to grab but all my money was digital, even back then, so rather than risk the feds finding my money, Jennifer deleted it. She didn't destroy the paper files on the off chance that I was found innocent or for when I might get out of jail. It was a long shot but it did eventually pay off. It was just unfortunate since I blanked her mind before heading for the slammer, she might have made use of them.
     With stacks of incriminating evidence left over, it was time to update my files and hide them in an internet cloud (I think that's what it's called). So now, here I was, in my shitty office/apartment scanning one paper at a time into my computer and then up to the internet cloud. It was slow, it was tedious, and it was taking forever.
     However, it did allow me to reminisce about my past, which, quite frankly was awe-inspiring, and remember the beautiful women I had met, bent to my will, and then fucked. And one of those beauties was Alyssa Milano.
     I had always been in love with Alyssa, as were most men my age. We literally grew up together. Granted she grew up on a TV show while the rest of us all watched. She played the stereotypical tomboy, just one of the guys when suddenly puberty hit her like a Mac truck. She went from a precocious child to a stunning beauty over a summer. I nearly gave myself blisters masturbating to her every night. Well, nearly every night. There were quite a few celebrities I had crushes on.
     I was forced to suffer only watching her through a TV screen. But like her I grew and discovered myself and my talents and headed to where the beautiful people lived. Including the beautiful Alyssa Milano. And even in my starting days in Hollywood I still watched Alyssa’s show, “Who’s the Boss?” And then the beautiful actress gave me a boost of incentive.
     At eighteen she was an adult. At eighteen she could take care of her own money. At eighteen she could handle her own business affairs. And at eighteen she could start thinking about plastic surgery. Pre-internet as it was, it wasn't until her first episode after the surgery that I saw her new face and body. From what I could see the work was fantastic and I just had to check it out for myself. Well, I couldn't tell one way or the other if they were fantastic or not but I was going to find out one way or the other.
     The young actress was already a beauty but there were still some things about her body that she didn't care for. A bit off her nose, straighter teeth, and eventually a boob job. She went from the girl next door to the girl the dad's next door fantasized about. And I did not doubt that if I ever got a chance to meet her she'd be so cool and awesome and totally want to be my friend. I had different fantasies back then but then I was young still.
     I had to get into the studio but I didn’t have the credentials I would eventually have access to so I had to take my time. It required planning. Deep planning. Once I was inside I wouldn’t have the necessary freedom to correct any mistakes. So I planned for failure.
     I planned to get caught many different ways at the front gate and there were dozens of them. I planned on getting made once I was inside the lot. So many people running around and all it would take was one person thinking I looked suspicious. Then I planned on getting caught inside the studio where they filmed. Then on where the stars' trailers were. I even planned on getting caught by craft services. Arrested for trying to steal a sandwich. Next, I had to prepare for Alyssa.
     There was no way I was going to get near her. Alyssa Milano was already a big name in Hollywood and pretty well beloved by everyone, the whole town looked out for their crush/daughter figure. So I needed to plan to get to her when I was nowhere near her. All I had was the cobbled-together equipment I had used on Traci Lords which wouldn't be applicable for this situation. So it was off to Radio Shack.
     I stole a lotttt of shit from Radio Shack by making the closing time clerk think I was actually a delivery driver dropping off new inventory. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t have much access to transportation so I had to lug the supplies home by myself in the middle of the night. I could only make it a couple of blocks before I had to set everything down and rest. It was nearly dawn by the time I made it back to my place. I had set myself up in a no-tell motel, the clerk just forgot that he had 20 rooms and only handed out keys to the other 19. I took a nap and then set to work.
     It took me a couple of weeks to build the equipment I'd need, unfortunately, some of it was kind of large and would have to be snuck into the lot in separate pieces. But first I had to get into the studio. This wasn't the time to start sneaking in the equipment yet, this was getting the lay of the land. After a few days, I singled out the security guard that would let me in. That part wasn't hard. I just made him believe that I worked there. It took a couple of days but I made it inside. The next step was for me to get credentials to actually be on the lot. This was just a little bit more difficult. First I needed a supervisor and the first one that had clearance to travel freely around the lot was the cleaning supervisor. So the supervisor now believed I was one of his crew and had lost my ID.
     The supervisor chewed out my ass for about an hour for "losing" my ID and then took me to HR to get a replacement. Of course, HR had no idea who I was but my supervisor had been working with me for years so how could HR not have my file? So I filled out some paperwork and they gave me my "new" ID. Once we left the HR dept. I switched our IDs and suddenly I was the supervisor for the cleaning crew for the entire studio. My first stop was to craft services. I really needed to start making money for food, I hadn't eaten in a couple of days but you had to have priorities and my first priority was fucking. My second priority was nachos.
     The biggest problem I had to solve was battery life. Once started, my plan would take days before it started to work, maybe an entire week. So I disconnected the wires to the play button on the tape player and then taped it under Alyssa's monogrammed on-set chair. Whenever she sat down, the two wires would connect, activating the recording, and then deactivate when she stood back and the wires separated. Next came the dimmer on her on-set makeup table. Whenever turned on, the lights would flicker in a predetermined pattern before clicking on completely and then again for a moment when the lights were turned back off. The hardest part was getting my devices into her trailer. There was one door and it was always guarded. So the best way was not even to bother to attempt it.
     Next was tricky. My cleaning uniform was a white coverall with my ID clipped to my chest, it looked nothing like the maintenance uniform. So I went for the stereotype. It was a television studio so it didn’t take long to find some work boots, tight denim jeans, a work belt, a sleeveless flannel shirt, a fake mustache, a yellow hard hat, and mirrored sunglasses. I looked nothing like one of the studio’s maintenance men but I did look like every maintenance man. No one paid me the least little mind as I climbed up the electric pole outside of the stars’ trailers. It was no problem to find the electric cable leading to Alyssa’s trailer and attach another dimmer to it. Now everything in her trailer would flicker for a moment before coming on and then flicker again before shutting off.
     I was back into my cleaning uniform before heading to the cable juncture leading to the trailers. The cable box was a little out of the way which would give me a couple of minutes of alone time before anyone would see me. The pictures on television sets shimmered and rolled back then, It was just a matter of life, and hardly anyone noticed it after a while. Now Alyssa would have just a bit more static in her picture as she watched TV. This was like my dimmer device and would be where Alyssa would get most of her programming. And now, all I had to do was wait.
     It took Alyssa another week to call me thinking I was the assistant for her manager. That was basically the gist of the signals coming from her TV. The others softened her up, the TV was for when she was ready, and the phone call was for the final commands. The next time she filmed I was outside her trailer bright and early. My coveralls got me in the lot and my regular clothes and nametag let me stand and wait for her with my backpack. She showed up looking somewhat drab but it was first thing in the morning after all. She let me in with her and I got to the real work. As soon as the door was closed I beamed my flashlight into her eyes and her face immediately fell slack. She was a mindless mannequin with a great rack just waiting for me. Unfortunately, I had to enter my final commands before I could play with my new toy.
     I led her over to a soft chair and sat her down while I got the last of my equipment put together. I set out my tape player with specially created white noise and a stand for my flashlight. I flicked the light on and pointed it directly into her eyes before turning on my own little white noise machine because I used white noise machines before they were cool. Also, I invented white noise machines but lost the patent when I went to jail so now I can’t prove that the idea was mine. Prison sucks.
     It didn't take long to finish the final programming so that left the rest of the day for me to gather up my equipment from around the lot. Alyssa would nap for another ten minutes and then wake up with the memory of signing papers for things not important enough to remember. I packed up my things and then looked down at the slumbering starlet. I licked my lips. She looked so tantalizing sitting there completely oblivious to the world or me. I knelt beside her and placed my hands gently on her new tits. I couldn't do much to her, it wasn't that kind of trance, but I was more excited than a kid fondling his wrapped Christmas presents before heading to bed. I pulled myself away from Alyssa's chest and left to get ready for my present.
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     It took me two days to sneak back into the lot. No fake IDs, no quick trances, nothing that could identify me later. I was a ninja. A ninja with a dick hard enough to knock a door down but a ninja nonetheless. The studio lot always had people filming, twenty-four hours a day so I picked a secluded, out-of-the-way spot that we could use. "Who's the Boss" was a hit show and therefore had its own little filming area which had its stages dressed and ready to go at a moment's notice. This included a stage made up to look like a living room, a stage made up to look like a kitchen and a seldom-used stage that looked like the backyard of the fictional house. Complete with a basketball net. And star Alyssa Milano could come and go whenever she liked.
     When I arrived, Alyssa was already in character as Sam Micelli, shooting hoops at night in the backyard of her home. She was dressed even more like a tomboy than her character usually did. Alyssa wore denim overalls with a tight, white belly shirt underneath. She wore an old-looking pair of brightly colored sneakers and had her hair swept back from her beautiful face. I was dressed in a plain, blue T-shirt with worn jeans and my own pair of sneakers. This fantasy was ready to go.
     There wasn't much to set up, the stage was already there, and there were basketballs for decoration, so everything was ready for me. "Hey, Sam, how's it going?"
     Alyssa beamed at me and kept bouncing the ball. "Not much, Tom, just playing around," she told me, "You wanna do a little one-on-one?" My character's name was Tom. It's not like I was going to use my real name.
     Yes. Yes, I did. "Nah, I hurt my knee in gym class." I told her, "Wanna play Horse?" Now, I've never been the greatest of athletes but for the next hour, Alyssa would see what I wanted her to see.
     Alyssa thought about it for a moment before agreeing, “Yeah, but I go first.” She moved out to what I suppose would be the 3-point line and easily made the shot.
     I grabbed the ball before it bounced too far and replaced Alyssa at the line. I took my shot and as far as she was concerned it was nothing but net. I smirked at her and she stuck her moist, pink tongue out at me as she retrieved the ball. She went in for an easy layup and then passed me the ball. I went and did my own layup and as far as Alyssa was concerned I made it look easy. She took a couple of more shots and she saw me match her for each one.
     "You're just lucky," she mocked and this time I stuck my tongue out at her. By now we were starting to get into actual exercise and we both had begun to sweat. To me, it was just a light sweat but Alyssa was feeling it twice as much as me, thanks to my little hypnotic suggestions. She fiddled with her overalls while fanning herself, trying to get some cool air against her heated skin. God, she looked hot when she was sweating. She took another shot and then unsnapped one of the straps of her overalls revealing one shoulder and releasing one firm breast, both still enclosed in her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could plainly see the outline of her nipple.
     “Sure is hot out here,” I said before taking my shot. It was the command to move the story on and Alyssa saw me miss the shot.
     She looked at me oddly as she retrieved the ball and then noticed me staring at her tit. She smiled wickedly and asked, “Something distracting you?”
     “Nah, it’s nothing,” I told her as she took her shot. I grabbed the ball and went to copy her shot when she suddenly gave her shoulders a small shrug that made her tit jiggle beneath her T-shirt. She saw me miss.
     Alyssa slowly walked over and picked up the ball. She bent at the waist, pointing her round ass back at me, and then stood up and turned around, catching me checking her out. She smiled wickedly at me and dribbled the ball a couple of times. “Why didn’t we up the stakes,” she said mischievously.
     “How? Neither of us have any money,” I told her.
     “New game. You miss, you lose a piece of clothing,” she told me, the smile on her face told me she didn’t think I’d risk it.
     “How is that fair? You’re wearing more clothes than me.”
     “Scared?” she asked as she passed me the ball.
     “Phhht, whatever.” I haphazardly tossed the ball in the general direction of the basket and Alyssa saw it make it through the hoop, “You’re on.”
     Alyssa easily made the next shot and I suddenly realized how good the actress Alyssa Milano was at this game. It made me want to fuck her even more. She once again saw me make the shot and then I went back to the 3-point line. She made it and we started having a good back-and-forth. Then I told her, "Doing good."
     Thanks to my command, Alyssa missed the next shot. She angrily took off one of her sneakers and threw it at me. There was more back and forth, every once in a while I spoke a command and we both lost more clothes and eventually Alyssa lost her overalls. She looked at me looking at her and muttered, "Shit," angrily under her breath (it was about time for this primetime show to get more mature). She then flipped me off and unfastened the second strap and unceremoniously pulled her overalls down her well-formed legs. She stood back up and stepped out of the puddle of denim and then put her hands on her hips as if she was waiting for me to do something. Her panties were plain, white, bikini-type panties that matched her white belly shirt. My dick lurched and I had to concentrate on not cumming in my pants. By now the fabric of her overalls scrapping against her breasts had brought her nipples to hard little tips beneath her T-shirt and her tan flesh was glowing with sweat.
     I pretended to haphazardly look over her body and then shrugged my shoulders. “Not bad,” I said offhandedly.
     Alyssa gasped in mock shock and then kicked her overalls at me before grabbing the basketball possessively and I was transfixed by the sight of her braless tits jiggling with every sharp movement. I was genuinely having fun and kept the game going for far longer than I had planned. It made me realize that I had left all my childhood friends behind and never made new ones to replace them. I'd have to program some.
     Despite my enjoying myself with the game, I kept my eyes on Alyssa. The way her tits wobbled beneath her shirt, her ass clenching and relaxing, her chest heaving, her muscles stretching and bunching, a glowing sheen of sweat covering her skin, she was a true sight. My cock was aching in my pants and I finally decided to win the game.
     The beautiful TV star and I had two pieces of clothing each: My pants and underwear, and her panties and top. The next shot she lost and then glared at me while the ball rolled past her on the ground. I grinned at her but I didn't leer. I stood as if I was daring her. Daring her to take off her top, daring her to impress me. She gauged me with her eyes before quickly whipping her top off and throwing it at my head. I hurriedly pulled it away and feasted my eyes on her newly enhanced chest.
     I don’t know what plastic surgeon Alyssa visited but he had done a glorious job. Her larger breasts looked completely natural except for one small, common detail: They were set slightly too high. Over the years they’d eventually respond to gravity and probably look completely natural. I’d have to remember to look her up in later years. She stared at me in only her bikini panties, once again with her hand on her hip, presenting herself to me and daring me not to like what I was seeing. I looked her over twice before nodding my head slightly as of I was actually impressed but not totally impressed. At least I hoped that was what I was suggesting, she was the actor, not me.
     "You jerk!" she said in a huff and immediately began looking for the ball. It was behind her and she quickly bent down to pick it up, once again bending at the waist and shoving her ass back at me. She threw the ball at me and I barely caught it but I did laugh good-naturedly at her. I shot and she shot and I gave us a good few rounds just so I could watch her tits. From the corner of her eye, she'd catch me staring at her and smirk at me as if I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie job. After getting my eyeful I lost the next round and turned to face her.
     Alyssa waited a few moments before goading me, "Well? We're waiting." She had her arms crossed under her bare breasts and was tapping her foot as if she was impatiently waiting on me. I nervously shuffled around a few moments more before starting to unbuckle my pants. The thing was, I was nervous. Undressing in front of your crush will do that even if you are controlling their mind. With no flourish I yanked down my pants and quickly stood back up, my erection perfectly obvious in my jockeys. I was so hard my erection was pulling the elastic of my underwear away from my lower abdomen, my cock-head nearly poking out of the top.
     I stood still, both hands on my hips with my feet shoulder-length apart while the famous actress looked me over. I was reasonably fit and my prick, while not porn sized, wasn't too bad so the only embarrassment I felt was in being naked in front of Alyssa. Of course, I had nothing to worry about, she was programmed to like me, but there was still a blush across my face. She looked me over and then shrugged her shoulders, not saying a word as she reclaimed the ball. "Jerk," I mocked back.
     How do I describe what happened next? Of course I won, there is no doubt, but the important part is when Alyssa took her panties off. She got angry at herself when she failed the shot and stomped her foot on the ground causing an amazing jiggle to go through her bare tits and her barely clothed ass cheeks. She glared at me and I did my level best to keep the look of pure joy off of my face. We stared at each other for several moments as she thought about whether to finish out the game or renege. “A deal’s a deal,” I reminded her with a playful smirk as I picked up the ball and started slowly dribbling it.
     She stomped her foot again, her body jiggling, and then clenched her fist before yelling, "Fuck!" up toward the heavens. Then she glared at me and said, "You're a fucking jerk," and then quickly yanked her panties down. She didn't pose or present herself to me, she just stood like a mannequin as my eyes rolled up and down her now completely naked body. She was fit and tight and beautiful and flush, and glowing, and beautiful, and sexy with firm tits, neatly trimmed pubic hair, and I nearly came. I had waxed one off before heading out tonight just for this occasion and luckily I could hold myself back.
     When Alyssa realized I wasn’t going to be making fun of her she relaxed. And when she realized I was struck dumb by her nudity she relaxed a bit more and smiled. Then she walked over and grabbed the ball out of my arms, her tits swaying slightly on her chest with each step.
     “One last one,” she said as she began dribbling the ball, “Winner take all.”
     It took me a moment to remember how to talk. “I, ah… I already won. What are we going to bet…” I started before Alyssa interrupted.
     “I’ll touch it,” she said. She was facing the hoop, her profile to me, and not looking at me but I could see a small smirk on her face that she was trying to hide. “I’ll touch it if you win.”
     "Deal!" I quickly blurted out like an excited schoolboy which caused a quick gasp of laughter from Alyssa.
     I stared at her body while she took the easy shot. I watched her ass as she walked to get the ball then I watched her tits and pussy as she walked back over to me and shoved the ball in my chest. Then she walked backward away from me, her eyes locked on mine, trying to distract me. Alyssa saw the ball get sunk from the easy shot but also saw that my aim was slightly off. As far as she was concerned, I could have missed it. She had her plan.
     At my turn, Alyssa slowly caressed one of her breasts, pretending to look for something and trying to distract me. As far as she was concerned my shoot was as crooked as the last one but it went in. For my next shot, the naked actress caressed both breasts, her fingers sliding over her hard nipples as she pretended to wipe something off her chest. On my next shot, she continued to tease and distract me by pretending to do callisthenic stretches. Still facing me she bent down to touch her toes, her tits dangling and her ass high in the air. She stretched to her sides giving me a view of the sides of her breasts, a quick peek of her dark pubic hair, and a silhouette of her ass. And then she laced her fingers together and reached up high before bending back, rocking her hips forward and giving a perfect view of her trimmed sex.
     When I took the shot I was far too distracted to get the ball anywhere near the net but the tenacious tomboy saw me sink it if only just barely. Okay. The game was over. I couldn’t wait any longer, it was too much. “You’re going to lose, Micelli,” I told which was a command for the next phase.
     In the next few rounds, Alyssa became extremely cocky. She thought she had me distracted enough to lose. And that was what was important to Samantha Micelli, winning. The nudity didn’t matter, the sexualization of our game didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she beat her friend at HORSE. I stepped up to take my shot and just as I was about to let fly, Alyssa called out my character’s name.
     Alyssa bit her lip seductively and cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple. Her other hand slid down her body where she cupped her pussy before letting loose a throaty moan of lust, all meant to distract me so she could have bragging rights. Unfortunately, as far as she was concerned the shot went in, nothing but net. “Dammit,” she grumbled before stomping over to get the ball, her body jiggling enticingly with every step. She stepped up to copy my shot and just as she was about to shoot, I called her name.
     "Hey, Sam," I shouted and for an instant, her eyes darted over to me and I quickly pulled the front of my underwear down, freeing my cock. It popped out like a spring and I quickly covered it back up. It was just a quick peek but it had worked, Alyssa fumbled the ball. I won.
     "Shit, shit, shit…" Alyssa grumbled and began stomping around angrily, a spectacular for my eyes while cussing up a storm. I watched her for a couple of minutes before continuing the fantasy.
     Tom was a good sport and Sam was his friend so I said, “It’s okay. You don’t have to.” Tom was very magnanimous.
     Samantha Micelli glared angrily at Tom and then furiously wagged her finger at him. “Don’t you dare back out,” she said in a huff, “I’m no welcher.”
     I held my hands up in surrender and she stomped over to me. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at my tent pole and then looked back up at me. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well? I’m not touching your dirty underwear.”
     I gave her a noncommittal shrug and lost my jockeys, standing naked in front of my lifetime crush. She looked down and kept her hands on her hips, inspecting my erect cock. She moved her head from one side to the other, dissecting it with her eyes while I simply stood there and let her get used to it. With my arms still up in surrender, I said, "Y'know, you really don't…" before Alyssa interrupted me.
     “Oh shut up,” Alyssa said in frustration at my good nature as she quickly grabbed my cock. Instinctively she began tugging on it while I stood there dumbly, moaning at first contact and forgetting to put my arms back down. She looked down at her hand working my crank and then back up to my face and then looked around blankly before going back to her hand and starting the whole process again. She was obviously not sure what to do and neither was I and we both began looking around nervously.
     Alyssa finally noticed my hands and nodded at them. “You gonna do something with those?”
     I don't think she expected what I did with my hands next but it seemed perfectly natural to me. I put my hands on her tits. She was slightly shocked by it but then I watched her glare up at me before just shrugging it off. She put her free hand on her hip and continued with her nonchalant handjob while I started to fondle her tits. At first, I just traced my fingertips nervously across her warm, smooth flesh, amazed by how different they felt compared to Traci Lords' unique tits. I hadn't bothered comparing Traci's to the few tits I had touched while honing my abilities because there was just something different between celebrity women and regular women.
     As I continued lightly caressing Alyssa's fantastic new breasts I began becoming more forceful, poking the wonderful mounds. She began to respond every once in a while to my hands, glancing at me from the corner of her eye as she tried to continue to look disinterested in jerking me off and me fondling her. I ran my thumbs over her already hard nipples and caused her to gasp suddenly as if she had just gotten an electric shock.
     I lightly caressed her skin with my fingertips again, drawing my fingers and thumbs together until they reached her hard nipples. I lightly pinched and twisted her ripe little nubs like perky radio dials and caused her to gasp out again. Her eyes darted to my face and I smirked at her for me having put a chink in her armor. She frowned and tried to pretend to ignore me again as I went back to her tits and she kept jerking me off.
     My hands became more forceful, fondling her ripe new melons, making them move around her chest, stimulating the flesh of her breasts and her bubblegum pink nipples. I was fighting off my orgasm and thankful that I had jerked off earlier because there was no way I could have lasted. She released my prick and then grabbed it again with her other, shaking her first hand as if she had tired it out. “Having trouble there, Micelli?” I taunted.
     “Ha!” Alyssa mock laughed as she released my cock, “You really think you can last longer than me?”
     I placed my hands on my hips, mirroring her. “I’m doing pretty good so far,” I told her.
     She laughed in my face again and grabbed my erect cock again. Using my prick as a trailer hitch, she dragged me over to the “backyard” slide. She threw me onto the ramp with a metallic thud. It was the 80s and slides were metal and seven feet tall. Only the strongest children survived metal playground equipment. She placed her hand on my chest, shoving me down and keeping me in place as she straddled my hips. She reached between us and gripped the base of my cock in her delicate hand, glaring at me the entire time. “Let’s see how long you last now,” the overly competitive girl said as she placed the tip of my ready prick at the wet, hot entrance to her vagina.
     I gripped the sides of the slide and groaned, “Jesus Christ!” because God loves me and wants me to be happy and because Alyssa slipped the tip of my prick into the first inch of heaven. I could feel her slick, tight walls part around my dick as she manually slid me inside of her before releasing her hold on my cock. She placed both of her hands on either side of my head and we both moaned as she slowly slid down my pole.
     Alyssa looked deep into my eyes and seductively bit her lower lip as she took more and more of my dick into her body. The noises she was making as she enveloped my pole were driving me crazy and I gripped her ass to try and pull her down completely but apparently, her thigh muscles were stronger than my arms. All my time was dedicated to psychology, hypnotizing, and engineering so I needed to hit the gym sometime in the near future. But until then I was fucking Alyssa Milano and that was all the workout I needed.
     Finally, Alyssa bottomed out on top of me and she cooed appreciatively at me. Then she began slowly moving her hips around and smirked knowingly at me, trying to make me cum before she did. I reluctantly released her ass and held her hips before rolling my own hips up, driving my shaft just a bit deeper inside of her and lifting her body slightly. She cooed again and then glared angrily at me trying to make her cum before she made me cum. It was a whole new game for her to play.
     My lifelong crush rolled her hips to match mine, sliding up my cock a bit before sliding back down, the game was on. I slid my hands up her body and grabbed her tits again, moving the fleshy orbs around her chest, squeezing them between my fingers, and scrapping her nipples with the palms of my hands. She continued moving her hips while sliding up and down my shaft and then threw her head back and moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors. If they had existed. She returned to staring deep into my eyes as she fucked me, moving her body faster and faster, riding me harder and harder.
     It was then that I noticed all of the camera equipment around and chided myself for not thinking about recording us. But then again, who would I show them to since I had no friends? Of course, I didn't need friends with Alyssa Milano's tits in my hands.
     Our pants and moans became louder and louder, echoing through the stage as we both thrust against the other harder and faster. And with the way Alyssa was moaning, her body glowing with perspiration, her hair matted to her face, I was going to win and make her cum first. And then she cheated.
     In a naked, sweaty flash, Alyssa was up and then kneeling on the lawn between my knees. Before I could move or even protest, Alyssa grabbed my cock and swallowed it. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on my prick. Her tongue slid wet and warm around my shaft, licking her own spilled juices as she swallowed me again and again. There was no way for me to fight her off, not that I would have, after all, she was stronger than me. And then she cheated again.
     Of course, I was no longer fighting the need to cum, I was fighting to cum but suddenly she released my prick and slipped up my body. Alyssa wrapped her brand new tits around my cock and began using them to jerk me off. She looked up at me with a sexy, knowing smirk and breathlessly said, “I win,” a sheer moment before I came. Her saliva glistened on her chin as I pumped load after load up her throat and across my stomach. She released my dick and sat up straighter with a look of pride on her face. After all, she won.
     I had cum, of course, but Alyssa did not and as I’ve said before, I take care of all of my loves so three days later I was back at the lot with Alyssa. I had her make an appointment with the head of the studio and he had graciously moved his schedule around to meet her at a later hour, after all, by now he felt like a father figure to her. And I was authentically impressed by the man since he managed to hold off Alyssa seducing him for ten whole minutes. Then the horny actress was riding him happily, calling him daddy while he used all his experience to make her cum again and again. See, I always take care of the celebrities I meet.
     Of course, I still needed friends so while Alyssa fucked the old man I rifled through his files looking for some. I was becoming good at multitasking.

The End.
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