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Restrained Funding	By : AlecDraven Category: Individual Celebrities > Milla Jovovich Views: 8222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Milla Jovovich. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Restrained Funding.
Alec Draven.

I had an appointment with Milla Jovovich to discuss funding for one of her new movies. She sat down at the table in my large dining and living room, letting the servant pour her wine. I watch as she crosses her legs in a little red leather minidress and smile at me, made up heavily. She apparently laid it on a little thick for this visit, figuring that's what these things are all about. She gives me a sly smile and raises her glass. “Thank you for dinner.”
I notice her skirt riding up her leg. “It was my pleasure.” Or I hope it will be.
Sipping the wine through her painted full lips, she gives a glance around at the fine furnishings and fur rugs. “You do very well for yourself.”
“I get by.”
Her skirt moves higher and I see that her panties are the same colour.
“Would you like to see the rest of the house?”
“That would be nice.” She says, seeming to be genuinely interested in seeing such a nice place, kicking her booted foot as she finishes her sip of wine.
We get up from the table and I take her through the house. I show her the library, the living room, every area of the house before taking her to the final room. “And this is my study.”
She nods appreciatively at each room and asks questions about the architecture and furnishings, her heels clicking on the wooden and marble floors.
“Have you liked what you've seen so far?” I ask.
“Oh yes, it's a wonderful home.” She smiles up at me, tossing her dyed hair back over her shoulder.
I gesture toward the shelves. “Feel free to look along the shelves, see if anything catches your eye.”
Smiling she turns away and heads towards the shelves, glancing over them, admiring some artwork, her hips and ass swaying in the tight dress as she walks.
I come up behind her and, taking a black leather cord from my pocket, quickly bind her arms.
She gasps in surprise as I gasp her arms, thinking I’m being rather forward, it takes her a moment to realize what I’m doing. She looks back over her shoulder, her blue eyes wide, yanking at the bonds. “What the hell?”
“Why are you really here? We both know you're not that interested in architecture. Why did you really come?”
She tries to jerk her arms and realizes she can't even move them they're bound so tight* “I came here because the producers asked me to.”
“And what else did they ask?”
“Just to entertain you” She is breathing hard now, pressed close to the shelves, watching me warily.
“‘Entertain me’ huh?” A thoughtful look comes over my face. “Why did they ask you to do this?”
She tries to shrug, but fails, her arms pinned behind her. “Hoping you'll support the movie I assume, what did you think?”
I reach over and rub her chest through her dress. “I think you could do a very good job ‘entertaining’ me.”
“Let go of me creep” She yells, trying to pull her chest away from my hands. “I don't know what you think you're doing.”
“You want my support, this is what it will cost you.”
I spin her around and knock her legs out from under her so she’s on her knees.
Crying out as she lands hard on her bare knees, looking up at me in shock with round eyes.
My hands move her skirt up and begin to rub her ass.
She’s wearing a thong. It looks good on her.
Feeling the tight leather slide up her hips, exposing her body, her lace thong she tries to struggle away but starts to wobble with no arms to balance her. “Listen you can't get away with this, let me out of here.”
I place a finger on her lips. “Shhh.” I move my hands up and pull down her strapless dress exposing her tits. “Relax and enjoy it.”
“Not like you have much choice.” I begin to laugh.
Feeling the air hit her bare nipples, they stand out tall on her small breasts. She looks at me with scared eyes, unsure what I will do next, but hardly able to do anything but roll away.
I reach to grab her and snag her panties by mistake, her rolling motion causing them to slide down her legs.
“It's so helpful when they strip themselves.”
Laying on her stomach now, kicking her legs as I succeed in sliding her panties down more and more, her arms trapped behind her, her hair going wild around her thrashing head.
I reach over and wrap one arm around her waist. My other positions my hand outside her pussy lips preparing to finger her.
She freezes as I get my hands around her, she can feel my hand lingering right outside her well used pussy. “You asshole.”
I pause before I go in. “That's a good idea. Why didn't I think of that.”
I reposition my hand outside her ass.
“No.” She whimpers, realizing what I’m doing, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“Then shut up and let me do what I want.”
She nods meekly, watching me with wide eyes from the floor.
I place my hand back outside her pussy, lightly rubbing the folds.
She watches silently, gritting her teeth as I lightly touch her.
Suddenly I pull my arm back and ram my entire hand into her cunt.
She screams out sharply as I penetrate her so promptly, stretching her pussy wide open and driving in, her body jerking away from my thrust, but unable to resist.
I smile at her scream and begin to pump my hand in and out, enjoying her moan.
Her leather dress shoved up on her ass, my hand pumping into her dry pussy, stretching it, making it start to juice as she jerks on the floor.
“You're enjoying this.”
“No you asshole.” She manages to cry out between anguished moans.
“You're a slut.”
Why else would you be naked in every movie you've been in?”
“Shut up!” She cries out, unable to even concentrate as I plunge my hand inside her cunt.
“Why else would you wear such a small dress here? Simple, you wanted this to happen.”
“It, it's just a dress. please, stop.” She moans, feeling her pussy mold itself to my hand.
I flip her over so that she’s on her back and begin to rub her breasts with my other hand. “You like the thought of men lusting after you.”
“That doesn't mean I want this.” She grits her teeth, trying to twist away as I rub her sensitive breasts.
“Enough men lust after you, something like this is inevitable. You must have known that otherwise you wouldn't have made yourself up to look like a whore.”
I lick the valley between her breasts.
“I'm not dressed like a whore.” She moans as I lick at her breasts, her nipples getting stiffer.
“No, but your make up is.”
“You don't even realize you're doing it.”
Her mouth gaping open as I continue to attack her breasts and pussy, her makeup starting to run on her face as she sweats, twisting under me.
“You want to cum, don't you?”
She gasps. “No you fucker, just let me go.”
“Admit it and all this ends.”
“Admit, admit what...” She asks cautiously, breathing hard, thinking she can get out of this.
“You want to cum. You want it like the slut you are.”
I begin to rub her clit with my thumb.
“OK.” She moans as I start fingering her clit. “I do, I want to cum.”
I speed up my thrusting hand. “Done.”
Biting her lip as she closes her eyes, trying to let herself orgasm and make this all over.
I remove my hand. “Now, aren't you glad that's over?”
She arches her hips a bit as my hand moves away. “No, please, finish...”
“‘Finish?’ What do you mean?”
“You haven't cum yet, have you?”
“N-, no.” She mutters, breathing hard.
I begin to chuckle. “Further proof.”
“Fine, just let me up” She mutters, rolling to her side.
I pin her to the ground with my arm. “I stopped, it was over, and yet you felt the need to beg me to continue. Kind of reenforces my point.”
She struggles under my arm, her arms bent painfully back, she twists. “Fucker.”
“Which reminds me.”
I grab her by the waist and flip her so she’s on her knees. She hears the sound of a zipper and the russel of fabric before feeling the head of a cock at her anal entrance.
“I haven't had my fun yet.”
She cries out as I manhandle her onto her knees, her face pressed against the floor with her arms behind her. She can only wiggle her hips as I position my cock, and growl back in rage.
I force my way into her ass. “You're tight. Could it be you're an anal virgin?”
“No, not there, please.” She whimpers, her hips wiggling, only serving to entice me.
I move in, inch by inch. As I go deeper my hands move around her body and begin to rub her tits, feeling how hard they've gotten.
her tight ass clenches around my cock, but it forces its way in, making her whole body slide along the wood floor. She moans uncontrollably as I finger her breasts and break her anal cherry.
I've gotten all the way in and now begin to fuck her ass, sliding in and out feeling her entrance begin to loosen.
“Ah, stop you shit.” She cries out, the cock stretching her ass, filling her up as I tease her hard breasts, making her moan and drip.
I finally cum and pull out.
Feeling her sore, violated ass, I allow her to get up, put her dress on and leave the house.
“I look forward to the next time one of your movies needs funding.” I say as I burst into laughter.
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