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Olivia and a strange message	By : EndlessVoid Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is work of pure fiction. All characters are 18+, i get no money out of this.

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Another day, and another great show just ended. Olivia sitting in her dressing room, tired, but all energized from the emotions, fans loving her, her latest album become another hit. Everything is perfect. And that new outfit? Tight shorts and a tight, short bra—a perfect combination to tease everyone.
Her phone was bombarded with all sorts of pretty important messages, yet, there is one that looked strange. 'Who the hell is even that?', she thoughts, unaware of the methods I've used to get that number. 'Open me', it's says, shinning on the display of her screen. Clearly, there is a pictures inside, 'but could it be?' — she spoke out-loud, worrying.
Her legs shaking, that moment of energetic happiness has disappeared in a second. She finally opened up a picture, seeing that what she feared the most just happened. The very own picture of her, a very private one, leaked into the hands of the unknown. He is not toying around, as he picked the one that nobody saw except her.
Another message appeared right after that one — "I'll be in touch, Olivia.", and then that strange number stopped responding. Nothing. No money extortion, no nothing. He just showed that he own her pictures. And most probably her body. Leaving her devastated. She has to do anything to stop it, or it will ruin her career, her life.
Days goes by. Her life become normal again - shows, meetings, photo-shoots. Until today, when another strange messaged appeared once again. Right before the show. With another picture from her own collection. "Missed me?".
Her hearts started to beats faster, in hate, in anger and hopelessness. "WHAT DO YOU NEED? MONEY? STOP BOTHERING ME", she typed. Worrying, her LA show is about to happen, yet she is standing still, biting her nails, as this strange types something back.
— "...I'll be watching your show today", another long pause, "Make sure to show off your body more than usual, I want you to bend over in the middle of your show, make sure everyone will see your ass wrapped in those tight shorts", another long pause, "..or, this will go straight to your family, and friends". He vanished again. Like a ghost that chasing her, leaving her no time to argue, to say anything back, giving those perverted commands.
Doubts, hate attacked her mind. Even her manager had no idea what's going on. And that new outfit of hers? It's already showing off a lot, but to do what's that perv is asking her was a lot. Waves of doubts went through her mind, what if she do it, or what if she will refuse to do so.
That show blew the twitter, and every possible social media that day. 'Olivia turning into a bad girl?!?!", 'What just happened?!', forums are filled with her new pose, being bend over and showing off that tight ass just like that , out of nowhere. Hating that person who forced her to do it. From that moment, more and more shows were supported by such commands, making her do perverted, strange actions on scene, the one she'd never do in real life for the crowd. Slowly ruining her confidence, and changing her mind into new one.
Weeks goes differently, sometimes she was asked to do new tasks, sometimes she had some rest. It was always unexpected. Teasing her, using her, I even let one of her fans to grope her in the parking lot, gathering more intel to use later on as a part of our new form of relationships.
Finally, an address was sent to her with the message: "Come alone, and we'll take care of our problem."
Old, cheap motel, and dark room. I sit there, with my mask on. Hearing knocking on the door. I waited a little longer, to make her feel the pressure as if it’s a wrong place to be. And then suddenly I’ve opened up the door, "Get in", commanding Olivia to enter. "Do not be afraid of that", i show to my mask, "It's for my own safety", i laughed.
— "Can you stop doing it?!", she started to argue the moment I’ve locked the door, — "What do you want?! Money? I can give it to you, please, just stop this". Hate, and hopeless in her voice, her coat is hiding that famous body, as i just stood smiling.
— "I like that you are getting straight to point, Olivia. 10 millions and we are done", my words shocked her, i know she'd never pay this much, even for her own nudes. Smiling even wider, while my mask shows no emotion at all.
— "That's impossible! I'd never give you this much, even if i had it", her hands crossed on her chest, she knows what it will leads us to.
—"Those pictures will make a fine addition to the internet, I've started to scroll on my phone, — "I like that one", showing it to her, that perverted look on her face and that naked body in the mirror.
She threw my phone away, heading to the door.
"..Or, there is another option", my words stopped her, with a glimpse of hope of another solution.
— "Fuck, i knew it, get on with it already". Her eyes are watery, her hands still crossed.
— "A blowjob seems like a good deal, what do you think?", i grin more at her. As her face turns red, and grossed.
— "I.. I..", she said hesitantly. As i go back to the room, — "You have 1 minute to decide", i said, watching over her: over her doubts, seeing all sorts of emotions on that pretty face eventually coming to inevitable conclusion to do as she told.
— "Just this ones and you delete them in front of me", she finally agrees. Stepping back towards me.
— "Take that coat off, you don't want to prolong that by looking like some street thug, don't you, Olivia?", i said to her, waiting on her to reveal more of those tight perfect curves, that she usually loves to show off so much on a stage, now will put to use in this room. Dressed lightly underneath, pants, and tight top. As she went down on her knees slowly. Watching before her mindlessly.
— "What are you waiting for? Start working on", to humiliate her more, she was forced to unzip my pants, to reveal my cock before her face. All hard, with two big balls so eager for her touch. If only she'd knew how much fun i had with her pictures before - she'd never believed that.
— "Time is ticking, Olivia. Put your hands on my shaft", I look over her, knowing my camera mounted in the mask recording a very nice POV of Olivia Rodrigo being used like some cheap porn star. Her face is grossed, as she turns away stroking my cock up and down. I grabbed her face, pointed it on my tip - "Spit on it", i said, enjoying the ways she can be corrupted. Looking and feeling her spit on my shaft as she keep jerking up and down.
My hand goes over her hair, pinning her face against my shaft, as i start to rub my thick cock against her head, up and down. Never she was used this way - like a toy. Thoroughly, i keep pushing that shaft across her face, marking, owning every inch of that softest skin. Seeing it's shines with precum spread all over - reaching up even her eyelashes, with that gross look on her face becoming even more noticeable.
— "It is your own fault", another deep thrust against her face, to let that smell become a part of her pretty face, "You shouldn't store pictures like that in your phone.. Or someone like me could gen an access", and another thrust, now with my full balls joining the show.
— "You know what? I do remember that you love to show off your tongue, on every picture", I've stopped my motions, my balls above her lips, my shaft in the middle of Olivia's face. "Do it, now". I've waited for her hesitation to go, holding her still, until the very moment of wet, warm and soft tongue landing on my balls. Even though she is not enjoying it, it feels as if her body acting the opposite way - being a bit more eager. Two full balls are now fully occupied by the tongue, making her feel the weight of the load that stored inside, while her face is still a target for degradation.
— "..you've done enough! I can't..", she said, trying to got out, falling back on her hands. I've made a step forward, — "You are half-way there, Olivia. Just help me a little", i said, pushing her head back to my shaft, with my tip placed on her famous mouth, while I'm eagerly trying to force it inside. "Open it up", i said, recording every look on her face, every motion.
With a huge resistance, she's done it.. Just a bit, letting my tip inside, instantly tasting excessive precum leaking in her mouth, and lips. —"Good girl..", i said to her, which led to her making this angry look, and gave me a second, to push my cock deeper. Not that deeper at first, to let her taste it, feel that warm thick shaft on her tongue, mixing salty juices with her saliva. As I've rotated her head - bulging her cheek from the inside. Hearing her trying to argue, to say something, but quickly forcing my cock further, starting to use her head slowly.
— "I can see now.. Why you love to show off that tongue so much", i said, feeling it wrapping around my shaft in a very professional way, even though she didn't want it that much.
Few longer minutes of using her mouth, letting her drool, letting her taste her new owner's cock, becoming such a mess. And shortly after - I've wrapped up my hands around her head, and pushed it. All the way towards my crotch. Until i felt that deep, warm and tight tunnel, the moment my tip entered the singer's throat. The tension, the pleasure for so exciting, I've almost cum with just one thrust. Holding her tight. Enjoying this unbelievable good hole, while her hands slapping my legs asking for the air. I let it go.. To give her a second, just to shove that head back in. Turning those motions into a long, perverted pleasure. Letting her drool, and gag as I'm entering her entire mouth, throat, sleeving them like a cheap toy.
"I had no idea you have such experience, Olivia!", i said, increasing the speed, enjoying the sound of echoing slurping throat noises of her mouth being stuffed, while all she can do is sit still on her knees and accept that "payment" for the pictures that got leaked.
"Your tongue is very skillful.. You really want me to cum faster, i can tell that", mocking her, looking at that angry face, while enjoying the best tongue in the industry actively massaging my tip, adding even more pleasure to such unusual experience.
My shaft throbs, pulsates, actively showing off I'm getting closer.
"in hrrr", she said something.
I've pulled out, "What are you saying?"
"In here!", she opens up her palm, "Please you can't cum in my mouth.. Even my bf is not allowed to do so!", she keep insisting on her palm. Making me laugh at her, and tap at her used up cheek.
"Deal.", i said, "Hold your hand still, and i want you to use that tongue better", commanding her once again. Just to grab that head, and start to pump my hips forward and back roughly, quickly, sleeving that mouth hole even harder.
I moan, becoming more focused, faster.
"In hrr-rer..", she keep saying, hopelessly waving her palm before me.
That excitement, anticipation finally reached it's peak. I've pulled my cock back, just enough to be in her mouth. To give her that glimpse of hope that i will use her palm - but instead, my first ropes of cum started to fill up her mouth in a second, i felt her famous mouth easily become warmer, stickier and stuffed, and the moment she felt that - both of my hands wrapped up around her head, and pushed it towards me. Her eyes goes wider, as she now forced to accept that load i keep shooting in. Throat locked like a perfect target, i can feel my cum shooting right in that hole, feeding Olivia, while hearing gulping sounds from below, one after another, as if she's accepted this moment and decided to show off her skills at her fullest.
— “Take it. Good.. Girl..”
It's been quite a minute of unloading that much cum in her. The moment my hands goes off.. She forces herself back, coughing, swiping the cum from her lips, just a few drops, while the rest was easily swallowed by that no so innocent celebrity.
— "You asshole! You've promised!", she keeps coughing, with her face shiny from being used, her chest going faster from the lack of oxygen.
I did not say a word to her, but instead - I've deleted the material, every picture, telling we are done. And leaving her be.
Later that night I've uploaded a new video from that motel to my PC, and started to plan another "session", with her, and how lucky i am - she has a new concert in Europe next month.
============================== End Story - I.
A small experiment I’ve tried. Hope you liked it.
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