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Author's Note: Somewhat inspired by the events of the Fappening. Imagine if a dick pic made its way to a single (For the purposes of this story) celebrity who lives locally?
Also dedicated to ByD, get back in touch man. I haven't heard from you in a while!
As she took a break on the set of the new Veronica Mars movie, Kristen Bell's phone buzzed to life and as she dug through her small handbag to find the source of the text message. Grabbing it, she lifted it out and unlocked the screen, bringing up the last message she was rather surprised at what she saw. Covering her phone's screen was a penis that covered the entire block of glass. Stifling a gasp, the blonde headed woman looked over her shoulders to make sure no one was looking at her as she moved to take a seat on one of the seats in her small, yet comfy trailer her phone let out a new noise to signal that a new text message had arrived.
'Like what u see?'
That was the message that had arrived. Kristen had to smile and nod her head. She did like what she saw! Her thumbs hovered over the on-screen keyboard before she started to tap out a response. She wrote out a message back to the mystery cock sender before turning to look at the small bathroom in her trailer. Standing up, Kristen locked the door to her trailer before sliding into the bathroom and then locking that door. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, she had never done anything like this before! Lifting her shirt up over her bra, Kristen kept the bunched up shirt against her chin before sliding her shorts down, flashing the tip of her red, stripy panties above her shorts, catching them all in the shot, Kristen took the photo and sent it to the mystery cock.
'Wrong number. But do u like what u see?'
Then came the waiting. Tidying herself up slightly, Kristen nervously checked her phone every few moments waiting to see if she had a response. Why was she nervous? This could be some random guy in Nebraska or Orlando, nowhere near where she currently was right now. Why was she so nervous? Her phone beeped with a new message and as Kristen moved to read it, she caught a wide smile on her face.
'I do! Wish I was there to help you out of those clothes! ;)'
Kristen grinned at the prospect and looked up at the mirror. She undid the button on her shorts and let them slide down to the floor landing in a little denim puddle around her ankles. Her fingers ran over the edge of her panties before sliding them down over the curve of her ass and spinning around, presenting her ass to the mirror. She bent over, put her phone up and took a photo of her bare rear. She stood up, took a look at the photo and then sent it to him.
'Done okay by myself. Still, my tiny pussy won't fuck itself...'
Biting her bottom lip, Kristen looked up at the mirror and saw just how flushed she was looking. She was actually getting hot and horny over this action! Spreading her legs slowly, Kristen started to softly rub at her pussy while she waited for a response. Her fingers teased her shaved, outer lips while her eyelids flickered in pleasure at the touch. Her index finger ran over the thin strip that served as a guiding point of pubic hair before she moved to stroke against her clitoris. As she did so, her phone buzzed to life with a new message.
'FFFFFFFFFUCK! Wish I was there!'
'Where r u now?'
'San Fran. U?'
Fuck. He was a lot closer than she thought he would be. Her fingers stopped touching herself and moved to shoot a new message to him. As she typed it out, she could barely believe what she was doing.
'L.A Free on Saturday. Want to meet up?'
As she hit the 'send' button her jaw almost dropped again. Now she had committed to something and there wasn't much else she could do now until wait. Sure, she could cancel it but that little logical part of her brain was starting to be shouted down by her increasingly wet pussy who wanted to get fucked by the mystery big dick she was talking to. Wriggling in spot, Kristen's phone buzzed with a brand new message.
'Sure! Hotel?'
Now that was a good idea. Kristen nodded her head and quickly accessed the phone's web-browser through the little button at the bottom of the screen and found one of the nearer locations. Tapping at it through the browser, Kristen booked a room for Saturday that had an 'any time book in' slot and then messaged the man right back.
'Hotel it is. Meet u @ the Starbucks near the fountain in the mall?'
There was only only big mall that had a Starbucks so there was no way the man wouldn't know where she was talking about. Kristen paused and studied the screen, nerves almost getting the better of her as the next message came through. Her heart was in her throat as her eyes read over what the mystery cock had sent to her.
'Perfect. C u @ 1pm?'
Kristen did the math in her head, she could get to the hotel for midday, check in and make sure the room was perfect before getting back to the mall to meet the guy. It all sounded so perfect... Kristen's fingers tapped out a response eagerly before hitting the green 'send' button, her mouth finally parted to let some air move back into her lungs. As she waited for the final response of the day, Kristen dared to feel between her legs and the ocean of arousal almost shocked her. Did the idea of fucking an entirely random stranger she had met online really turn her on that badly?
'C u @ 1pm ;) Suck you soon xXx'
With that final message, Kristen heard a knock on the door to her trailer and regretfully Kristen had to let the erotic messaging go. Pulling her panties up and redressing herself as best as she could do, Kristen made sure to splash at her face with some water to try and wash away the flushness in her cheeks. Her pussy had one final pat in satisfaction for a job well done, Kristen unlocked both of the doors and walked back onto the film set for a normal day of shooting.
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As she did her best to ignore the leers from the young Hispanic guy behind the desk, Kristen couldn't help but feel a little over-dressed for the reception of the motel-six she was standing in. Her long blonde hair was feathery and hanging over her shoulder blades, her blue eyes continued to swap between making eye contact with the receptionist to the large clock hanging on the back wall. She had opted to have some thick, heavy and especially runny make-up on so that when she got the fucking of her life it would show just how well she had been fucked. She had chosen to wear a tight porcelain white blouse with a very obvious jet-black bra on underneath it, her legs were somewhat obstructed by a small red, velvet skirt and finally her long, athletic legs were covered with a matching set of black stockings, the garter belt and lacy thong underwear were hidden from the receptionist thanks to the skirt. Her perfectly manicured nails drummed against the top of her clutch-purse while the guy swapped between looking at her tits and then at her details.
"Miss Bell?" The guy finally said, tapping at one last key on the computer's keyboard.
"That's me. Do you have my reservation?"
"We do, please enjoy your stay with us. If you have any queries, please feel free to let me know. My name is Luis and I can serve any of your needs."
Kristen took the key from his extended hand and offered a polite smile before turning on her heel and rolling her eyes at the not-so subtle come on. Her heels clicked against the hard linoleum floor of the hotel's reception. Taking the stairs up to the second level, Kristen slid the key card into the door's lock and opened up the room. Crossing the threshold, the future Disney film star looked at her new surroundings. There was a little feeling in her stomach that suggested she wasn't exactly used to this sort of setting. There was a bed, the room had that going for it at least. There was also a coffee table with an US weekly magazine that was several months out of date and ear marked in several corners, a small yet serviceable television that sat near the mini fridge and a small lamp sitting in the corner near to the final set of furniture. The hotel room had a two piece set of a chair and a sofa, the material looked like a normal sort of cotton fabric but they had been worn in. The colour had faded in spots where people have obviously sat down and watched the television.
Kristen dumped her handbag on the coffee table and moved over to the bathroom, continuing her investigation of the hotel room. What she saw, actually surprised her. The hotel's bathroom was kept in an impeccable condition, the shower was sparkling clean and the long floaty shower curtain had been thrown over the rail inside of the shower. There was a countertop in front of the mirror that didn't have any marks on it and there weren't any cracks in it like she had been expecting. Sliding her hands down over the curve of her ass, Kristen admired her reflection in the mirror before hearing her phone beep to life.
