Emilia Clarke deals with the consequences of being a Hollywood whore.
“Oh my…” Her mouth gaped open as she clicked through the images. A huge cock laid on a picture of her. Then there were several pictures of a hairy hand stroking the cock, and then there was cum, covering her face.
She knew these kind of videos and pics were all over the internet, just surprised one managed to get into her personal e-mail.
“Hope you enjoy it. Here’s a video.” said the message.
Emilia looked behind her before clicking the video. She turned down the volume of her computer as it started loading.
She watched intently as the man stroked his cock over her picture. It was so big! She licked her lips.
“Yeah you little slut, suck it, suck on this big cock,” moaned the man holding the camera. He brought his cock down to the picture and smeared his precum on the face of Emilia’s picture. She could see the mushy head of his cock pressing against her face.
Emilia squeezed her legs tightly, squishing her pussy in between.
“Jesus…” she said to herself as she admired the man’s cock. Her little hand found its way between her panties, and was rubbing her little clit furiously.
“Yeah baby, you love this big cock inside your little ass, mmm, feels so good in your tight little bum,” moaned the man as he picked up his pace.
Then splash, splash, sploosh. His cum was all over her picture.
“Hope you enjoyed that baby,” said the man, gasping for breath.
Emilia bucked her hips in her chair as she came too.
She didn’t know that her step-dad was watching her via webcam in the very next room.
“Fucking slut,” muttered Jack as he wiped his cum off of his legs.
He pulled up his pants and went out of his room. He peeked at Emilia’s door as he walked by to catch a glimpse. It was shut all the way.
Jack prepared breakfast for his step-daughter, and then called her into the kitchen. He watched as his lovely actress daughter skipped into the kitchen and bounced onto the chair.
“What happened last night?” said Jack, taking a bite of his food.
“I’m going to be in a Star Wars movie,” said Emilia, smiling at her daddy.
“Oh shit,” said Jack, “That’s amazing Emilia.”
“Thanks,” giggled Emilia. She left out the part where she had to be treated as a whore in order to get the part.
“I can’t eat anymore, I’m so hung over, from a work event last night.” said Mark as he groaned.
“Did you want me to make you some coffee?”
“Yes please,” nodded Mark, his eyes shut. Once he heard Emilia get up, he turned his head around to see. He loved how tight her shorts were. And sometimes, it would ride up just a little bit, giving him a peek of her butt.
Emilia kissed his cheek as she placed the coffee next to his plate.
Jack groggily finished his breakfast, and left the house.
Emilia’s heart began to sink once she was alone. She had done so much yesterday… She had given a blowjob to her mailman, and to Gordan. Gordan had taken her by force and fucked her pussy too. And Drew, Scott, those two assholes… Her best friend Jennifer Lawrence, who tagged along with her to the adult bookstore, and helped her gather a whole jar of cum.
And then when she got home, John Oakhill was there waiting for her Then he made me drink the whole jar, and made me give him a blowjob… Sheesh, what a long day it was.
She then heard the door knock.
“Hello?” said Emilia as she opened the door. It was the mailman from yesterday.
“Uhh, hey,” he said awkwardly.
He probably wanted another blowjob.
“Yesterday was just a one time thing… Sorry,” apologized Emilia as the man got frowned.
“It was wonderful, thank you.” he said, nodding.
“I’m glad it was,” smiled Emilia, and gave the mailman a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll forever treasure the memory,” he said again.
“Uhmmm, okay,” said Emilia awkwardly. She wanted him to leave!
“C-could I just touch your butt once?” said the mailman, still frowning. Emilia couldn’t say no. She was the one who started everything!
“Fine, but this is the end, and it’ll be the last time you come to the door to see me, okay?” She said, as she stepped backward. The mailman followed her inside.
Whether she liked it or not, Gordan was working in his garage again. Emilia was on his mind since yesterday, and it intrigued him when he saw the mailman at her door. He grinned when he saw the mailman walk in.
“Go ahead,” said Emilia, legs tightly together.
“Mmm,” grinned the mailman as he sat down on his heels. His hands held Emilia by her hips, and made her turn around. She didn’t fight.
“So lovely,” said the man as he pressed his face against her ass. Emilia could feel the man’s hot breath on her butt.
“May I?” asked the man as he tugged down her shorts. Emilia did not reply.
“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned louder, caressing his face into her butt cheeks. Emilia said nothing as he pulled down her panties.
“So delicious,” he said as he planted his face between her butt cheeks.
“Tickly,” said Emilia as she felt his face push deeper. She placed her hand on his head, trying to stop him from coming in so close. It only made him come on harder.
The mailman’s hands gripped hard at Emilia’s hips, making her bend over. His hands slowly brought her down onto her knees. Soon enough, Emilia was on fours as the man had his face between her butt cheeks. She squirmed as he probed her little ass with his tongue. Emilia tried hard to keep her composure, but her legs kept wobbling as the man’s tongue went further into her little hole. She planted her face into her arms as she supported herself up, biting her lips.
“Isn’t this enough?” asked Emilia shyly. The man said nothing.
“Sir?” she asked again.
“Hmm?” said the mailman as he got up. Emilia felt his hand crawl up between her thighs, and his thumb smudged at her little asshole.
“This is enough… right?” She asked, trying to get up. The man placed his palm behind Emilia’s back, holding her down in place.
“Just a little more,” he muttered as he fingered Emilia’s puckered little ass. Emilia groaned as she felt him enter.
“You need to stop,” cried Emilia as she squirmed to get free. The mailman pressed down harder at her back, making her lay flat against the floor, with just her ass up.
“No, STOP,” shouted Emilia, but it was no use. The mailman pulled his finger out of her ass. She then felt his cock at the opening of her butthole. The mailman’s cock glided up and down, feeling the little wrinkles of her butthole and smearing them with his precum.
“Please, stop, you’re raping me, stop,” cried Emilia underneath.
The mailman steadily pushed his cock into Emilia, deeper and deeper. She bit her lips hard as his hard cock stretched her little asshole.
“You need to stop, please,” sobbed Emilia, but words did not register to the mailman. She cried out loud as the mailman picked up his pace and pounded the little actress.
His hands gripped Emilia’s hips hard, hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled her hips back and forth as he slammed himself into her. He enjoyed her fighting back, and gained confidence from utterly overpowering this celebrity and taking her little ass.
“Fuck, fuck, ” he muttered as he sped up. Emilia stopped fighting when she felt the man shoot warm cum into the depth of her asshole. He loosened his grip on her, but slowly fucked her ass more, unloading the last bits of his cum inside her.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said as he got up. His legs wobbled. He looked down at Emilia Clarke. Poor girl, he thought. He deserved to fuck her though, especially after the cocksucking she gave him yesterday.
“You, you raped me,” said Emilia, barely clinging onto her elbows and turning around.
The mailman silently tucked his cock back into his pants.
“You can’t come back here, ever again!” begged Emilia.
The mailman gave her a smirk, and then left through the door.
Gordan looked at his watch. Twelve minutes. What the hell could they have been doing for twelve minutes? The mailman is supposed to be on the clock. She must be fucking him, he thought. Gordan walked toward Emilia’s house. The mailman gave him a nod as he got into the mail car.
Gordan knocked on the door, no reply.
He turned the doorknob, it was open.
Whatever, he thought, this was his neighbor’s house.
He stepped inside.
He found Emilia Clarke lying on her back, supported up by her elbows. Her big eyes were wide open. Her shorts and panties were at her ankle.
“I knew it, you little slut,” shouted Gordan as he kicked his shoes off.
“Gordan, no,” cried Emilia, “I just got raped by the mailman!”
“Don’t lie, you little slut, we know you’re a dirty little cocksucker, inviting men into their house!”
“No, I didn’t want it, he forced himself on me!” cried Emilia, pulling her legs closer as Gordan advanced toward her.
“Was that why you seduced me yesterday you devious little cunt?” said Gordan, towering over Emilia. He saddled on her chest, his hand freeing his cock from his pants in frenzy.
“No Gordan, please,” begged Emilia as Gordan grabbed the back of her head.
“Suck it all you want, I’m going to fuck the slut out of you!” shouted Gordan, pulling Emilia’s face into his cock. One hand behind Emilia’s head, one hand at his cock, he repeatedly shoved his cock at Emilia’s face until she finally opened her mouth.
“That’s right, you fucking slut, you wanted this,” he said as he grabbed Emilia’s head by both hands, and fucked her mouth.
Tears streamed down Emilia’s face as Gordan furiously fucked her mouth. Gordan was fucking her face as if he was angry at her. His thick, stiff cock stretched her lips wide open as it shoved into the back of her throat.
“Love it, don’t you, you little skank,” said Gordan as he fucked her harder.
“Look up at me when I fuck your mouth!” shouted Gordan, slapping Emilia’s face before pounding into her mouth again.
Emilia meekly looked up at her neighbor. Gordan had been her neighbor his whole life, even back when she was a child and her parents were the home owners. It was his family who took her in when her dad couldn’t come home when she got home. His family was like a safe zone for him whenever her house was empty. She was ten at the time and had trusted him.
But here he was, now her at 30 years old, fucking her mouth and using her like a cum dumpster.
“That’s right baby, suck on this cock,” moaned Gordan as he slowed down his pace. He put more of his weight down on Emilia’s chest as he held the back of Emilia’s head, guiding her head as she sucked back and forth on his cock.
“Good girl, good girl,” he murmured. He turned around and grabbed Emilia’s soft pussy.
Emilia sobbed louder once she realized what he wanted.
“It’s okay baby, it’s okay baby, just suck it good,” said Gordan lovingly.
“You love sucking this cock, don’t you? There you go baby, just keep sucking,” said Gordan as his fingers probed into Emilia’s pussy. He felt Emilia’s muscles tense up as he entered. Emilia was dripping wet.
“Such a little slut, you are,” said Gordan, his fingers now leaving her pussy and down further into her ass. His finger slipped in rather easily from the mailman’s cum.
“Is this where that mailman fucked you?” asked Gordan, talking to Emilia like a little child. Emilia nodded, still sucking on Gordan’s cock.
“Disgusting,” remarked Gordan as he pulled his finger out and brought it to Emilia’s mouth. Emilia moved her head away, but a prompt slap on her face was enough to keep her in line. She opened her mouth and let his finger in.
“I bet you’re a known slut in the Hollywood circle?” said Gordan as he pulled his finger out of Emilia’s mouth.
“I bet you’re the girl that gives everyone blowjobs, it’s always a little slut like you, sucking every boy off, from the producer to the fuckin camera man” said Gordan matter-of-factly.
Gordan lifted himself up a bit, bringing his balls to Emilia’s mouth. He grinned when Emilia suckled them into her mouth without question.
“Let’s go to your room,” said Gordan as he got up. Emilia did not follow.
“No…” said Emilia Clarke meekly, not daring to look up at him.
“Now.” said Gordan, grabbing Emilia by her hair and pulling her up. She kicked away her underwear and shorts, and led the way to her room.
“Mmm, smells like a little girl,” said Gordan, walking into the room. He walked to Emilia’s bed and sat down on the edge, with his legs apart. His thick erect cock pointed up.
“Come,” said Gordan. He watched his neighbor kneel between his legs.
He didn’t need to tell her what to do. Emilia was already opening her lips around his cock, Gordan bobbing her head up and down.
Whether he liked it or not, Emilia’s bed was in the full view of the webcam. Jack’s program had been recording via Emilia’s webcam ever since it detected movement.
Gordan leaned back onto the bed as Emilia serviced him. This was the life to him. Having a pretty, young, actress, bobbing their head on his cock. He could feel his balls tingling. He was close.
No way I’m going to just fuck her mouth. I need to fuck that little cunt again, he thought.
“On fours, up here,” said Gordan. Emilia complied.
Fucking the hot celebrity neighbor in her own pink room, definitely a good day, Gordan thought to himself.
Emilia’s smooth little pussy was on display for him as she bent over. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pointed his cock at her pussy, and shoved it in as hard as he could.
He fucked her for all the sex that his wife owed him. There was no mercy today. He was going to destroy this little slut’s pussy. Gordan thrust hard into Emilia, his hands roaming all over the little minx. He slipped his hands under Emilia’s bra, and roughly grabbed her tits. He then used her tits as handles as he slammed into her.
Emilia worried her tits would burst, and she’d die.
Gordan continued to pound into her, as fast as he could, as hard as he could. The tingling in his balls told him that it was a time bomb ready to go off any second. He had to get more strokes into her.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” gasped Gordan, holding Emilia tighter in place. He pulled his cock out of Emilia’s used cunt, and shoved it into her ass.
“Ahhhhh! Don’t!” screamed Emilia. Had the caring tone of Gordan comforted her at all, the surprise of having Gordan’s cock shoved into her little ass had ruined it all.
“Shut the fuck up,” screamed back Gordan, which quieted Emilia. He slapped Emilia’s ass hard, making her tense up her little puckered up hole. He fucked her as hard as he could, then his time bomb finally ticked. Torrents of cum shot up Emilia’s ass from Gordan’s cock. Gordan pulled his cock out, and squatted over Emilia’s head. He shot his cum onto her face, hair, and on her pillow.
“No…” cried Emilia as cum dripped from Gordan’s cock onto her hair.
Gordan then turned Emilia on her back, and saddled on her chest again.
“Clean it, you fucking cunt,” said Gordan, slapping her face before she even reacted to his words. Emilia Clarke opened her mouth for him, which Gordan quickly filled with his cock.
“Yeah, clean it, you dirty bitch,” said Gordan, dragging his cock in and out of Emilia’s mouth. His heart pounded as he watched her suck. Today was a good day for Gordan.
“Don’t you dare tell your dad what happened, bitch.” said Gordan as he kicked the covers onto Emilia’s lifeless body.
Emilia woke up at 3:00 PM. She had fallen asleep for four hours. Gordan had left. His cum caked on her hair and her face. Her ass and pussy was sore from the poundings she took. She fell out of the bed, and made her way to the shower. Her step-dad would be home soon.
Jack didn’t bother asking Emilia what was wrong, but something was definitely wrong. His heart dropped when he thought about what happened yesterday. He had given a stranger the personal information on Emilia. He contacted her today… Maybe he is somehow involved, maybe she was raped by him. Jack cringed at his own actions.
He could tell that Emilia wasn’t feeling right. Maybe it was her weak smile, or her shallow voice. He noticed that she couldn’t walk properly.
After a silent dinner, Emilia gave Jack a kiss on the cheek and told him she was going to bed.
“You alright honey? You didn’t look so good… Want some sleeping pills so you can get a good rest?” asked Jack.
“Yeah.. I think I might take you up on that offer,” said Emilia. She was being extra shy today.
Emilia swallowed the two sleeping pills with a glass of water, and went promptly to bed.
Mark knew that the recommended dosage was one. Emilia Clarke didn’t.
Jack went to his room and watched Emilia’s bedroom webcam. 5 hours of footage were available. He had his fingers crossed that she played with herself again.
Jack fast forwarded through Emilia Clarke getting up from bed. He slowed down when he saw Emilia playing with her pussy during the morning, which was when Emilia was checking out the facebook messages. Then she left the room. The program had continued recording for five more minutes, even though nobody was in the room. He’d have to fix that.
Then he saw a man. It was Gordan, from next door. He sat down on Emilia’s bed. Jack then noticed Gordan’s dick. Then Emilia knelt in between Gordan’s legs, and now she was now bobbing her head up and down.
Jack almost came right then.
He watched as his sweet step-daughter get on fours on the bed, and Gordan get behind her. He watched Gordan pound Emilia with such fury that he worried Emilia might break. He watched as Gordan groped Emilia’s soft tits in a fierce grip. He watched her tits turn red in Gordan’s grip.
“That bastard,” Jack muttered to himself. He stroked harder as Gordan fucked Emilia harder, and when Gordan shoved his cock into Emilia, Jack exploded all over the keyboard.
Jack caught his breath, stroking his twitching cock as he watched Gordan make Emilia clean his cock. He cropped the video, and saved it to his computer.
“That slut!” said Jack, loud this time. He had no fear of Emilia hearing him. After all, she had taken two sleeping pills as opposed to one. One sleeping pill was enough to knock out himself, two pills for Emilia’s little body would probably make her comatose for a day.
Then it clicked in his head.
Emilia Clarke, unconscious, in her bed.
His cock got hard. Opportunities like this don’t come often.
He made his way to her room.