Hollywood Secrets Series

Part 1 – X

Part 2 – Here

Part 3 – Coming Soon

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A week had passed since Emma Stone had gargled my cum, but I could still feel her soft lips on my shaft. It took me by surprise, if I'm honest. I thought she'd been sent over as part of the joke, and was surprised at how in-depth Nathaniel's prank had become, but as soon as she dropped to her knees I began to think it might be true after all.

I blame the shock of it all. That's why I only lasted five minutes. It's no reflection on me, but a reflection on how exciting it is to have a celebrity suck you off. She was gone pretty much instantly, back into that black sedan and into the night. Who drives those things, anyway? Other girls? Or SAP agents? I still have no idea…

Anyway, back to the story at hand, I'd decided I'd test this out. A small part of me thought it was all a joke and Emma Stone was just super into it. This would be the only way to tell.

I dialed the number, shaking, and pressed the call button on my mobile. I instantly hung up. What was I thinking? I couldn't use my mobile? They could trace that to me!

I nervously walked outside to the payphone and redialed. This time I hung up out of paranoia. What if it is a joke and they're on the other end waiting for me to call? How would I ever live down that humiliation…

No. A woman like Emma Stone would never suck someone off for a joke. It had to be real. I sucked it up and dialed a third time, nervous as ever. After exactly three tones, a woman with a gruff voice answered.

"Name?"

Did she mean my name? Or the girls? I panicked and hung up again, cursing myself. One last time I dialed the number. A man picked up this time.

"Name?"

"Do you mean mine?" I asked quietly "Or the girls?"

"Jesus, I don't wanna know your name!" He barked back at me.

"Oh, right… Well, who can I ask for?"

"Oh, wow. A real dim bulb here. Tell you what, I'll send you a brochure shall I? Or would you rather me list all 10,000 names in our directory? Give me a break…"

I didn't like this guy or his sarcastic tones. I would have preferred the gruff woman, I think.

"Oh, right. Uhm, is uhh…" I then realised I had no celebrity in mind, yet. I had to think on the spot. "Mila Kunis available?"

"When and where?"

"Tomorrow night?"

"Yup. Where, buddy?"

I told him my address and the phone cut out instantly. I had no idea whether this was real, or if he even heard my address before hanging up. I thought my best bet was to wait patiently…

Thankfully, that was my best bet. At exactly 8PM the following day, my doorbell rang. It just so happened to be Mila Kunis. Her black sedan was outside, engine still running, some driver in the front.

She stepped on through without saying a word. She wore a tight, white dress and heels, with some enameled earrings. Her hair was up in a bun, but she let it down once I closed the door.

"So, where do you want me?" She asked with a smile.

I just stared at her. I didn't expect her to talk. Emma Stone didn't, but I guess someone else ordered her.

She giggled at my silence and gawking face. "New to this huh? Why don't I show you the ropes?"

Before I could say anything, her lips were on mine, and I was pressed up against her hot body. She pulled my hand to her round ass and I squeezed, gently. She kissed my bare chest as she worked down my shirt, unbuttoning as she went.

I pulled it off and grasped her by the hips, before guiding her backwards into my living room. We landed on the sofa, me on top, and I nervously pulled at the shoulders of her dress, exposing her bra and chest.

She smacked another few kisses on my lips as she pulled off my belt, and I groped at her breasts. I stood in order to remove my trousers as she took off her, now ragged, dress.

I looked at her tight body and had a moment of realisation. I'm in my underwear with Mila Kunis. And we're about to have sex. I'm fucking living the dream, here.

She just waited for my epiphany to finish, looking at me with her sultry eyes. Once I'd snapped back to reality, I grabbed her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. I lay her face down on the bed, with her ass stuck up into the air. Pulling her lacy panties aside, I began licking her wet pussy.

If there was ever a taste that could be called 'heavenly', it was the taste of Mila Kunis' pussy juices. She moaned in rhythm with my tongue movements, and even pushed back against my face. She wanted something deeper, and who am I to reject a beautiful girl such as her?

I pulled open my bedside drawer, and ripped open a condom. I went to put it on my dick, when Mila grabbed my shaft.

"Ah, ah, ah!" She disagreed, shaking her head. "SAP girls don't get pregnant, and we don't have any STI's either!"

My eyes lit up. I didn't consider the implications of this statement until after she left, I was too caught up thinking about fucking Mila Kunis.

I threw the rubber into the corner, licked my fingers, wet her pussy (not that it needed much more), and teased her with my tip. I gently rubbed up and down, waiting for her approval to enter.

It took her ten seconds to give me the 'all-clear' nod, so I slid my shaft in. She was tight. Super tight for a girl on a prostitution roster. That's not a complaint, though.

I pushed in until she took my entire shaft before thrusting. In and out. In and out. In and out. She was pinching her tits with one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other. The only place not being stimulated, was her cute butt hole.

My thumb was more than happy to oblige. I rubbed round her butt gently, before pushing inside. Her groans got much louder at this.

Soon, I pulled out and stood, she followed suit. I pulled her bra off as she kicked her panties off. She almost took her shoes off but I asked if she could keep them on. I love a girl in heels.

She sat back on the bed, her legs wide open, and I climbed back inside her. This time, I took her nipples in my mouth. Soft, round, dark things on firm breasts. I sucked and nibbled, listening to her breath quickening.

I moved my lips up her chest, to her neck, then to her lips, leaving a trail of saliva from nipple to mouth. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, pushing my own tongue out of the way. If this were a fight, she was definitely winning. Let's even the odds.

I picked her up by the ass, and her legs wrapped round my wait. Our lips part and I begin slamming her down on my cock. Bang bang bang.

I stumble slightly, and we end up banging against a wall. This was when it clicked. It was no longer "I'm going to have sex with Mila Kunis", it was now "I'm having sex with Mila Kunis".

That thought, coupled with the tightness (and wetness) of her cunt caused me to explode inside of her. She felt it too, and I guess that's what made her cum. I felt her pussy walls tighten and convulse, as her breath drew short and she doubled over in euphoric spasm.

Gently, I let her down and unplugged myself from her. My dick was covered in cum, and she was dripping. Without even a warning, she got down and sucked my dick clean, swallowing it all.

She giggled at me, seeing I was still in some sense of shock.

"So, how was your first time with a celebrity?" she asked, playfully.

"Second… Second time" I replied panting. She looked a little offended, but I think it was only in jest.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed both times."

"Oh. I did. Trust me… Thank you, I mean…"

"Don't thank me!" she winked at me before gathering her underwear.

I sat on the bed and watched her dress. Before long she was back in the sedan and out of sight. I could tell I would enjoy this new job. Well, at least, the perks that come with it…

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