Disclaimer
: This story is not real; these events did not happen, nor are they likely to, and are not meant to represent how these celebrities act in real life. This is purely fantasy, and should be treated as such. Minors should not read further.
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It was impossible. No, no, he just couldn't believe it.
He didn't even know why he was reading those stupid gossip sites anyway; they were nothing but trashy news, many either misinformation or flat-out mean lies about celebrities and their relationships/lives. But, for some reason, this blind item—an anonymous gossip, without mentioning the celeb's name so the reader can try and guess who it is—had caught his eye, and made him interested.
You really wouldn't know it by looking at her, but this still in her teens B list mostly movie actress turned television actress on an upcoming new show is in big demand from a group of 40 year old men she rotates through. Apparently she is quite the take charge woman and dishes out punishment with great glee to these men, most of whom are married.
That one rather simple gossip from 2015, that seemed to be just your run-of-the-mill Hollywood stereotype, had made his mind fly off in fantasyland. He pictured scenes from pornos, with gangbangs and cheating, only now with famous—young—actresses in the mix. Who could that be?
And then the reveal came.
Abigail Breslin
And his whole fantasy came crashing. She was one he would not,
could not
, believe or imagine doing that. Maybe because he had known her, back during the filming of 'Little Miss Sunshine'; his father had worked on that film on some technical role and brought him often to the studio. Being the same age, they had met and become bestfriends.
Okay, maybe not bestfriends. If he was honest, they had lost contact not long after the filming ended, but he still considered them to have been friends. And liked to imagine there might have been more...
Maybe his refusal to believe in it was due to him having a major crush on the blonde actress. That she had matured in those years, becoming so...
grown
, only added to the appeal to him.
As he laid there on his bed, his computer still on that blasted gossip site with the blind item, and his crush's name, glaring at him, he couldn't help letting his mind be taken by his fantasies. He imagined the blonde girl there with him, naked, her now
big
breasts rubbing on his body as she slowly crawled over him, her perky nipples like little ice cubes grazing his skin and leaving goosebumps on their wake.
His fantasy took a turn for the romantic as she came up and kissed him, their tongues playfully wrestling as they held each other. And, then, back to a hard porno as they disentangled and she crawled back down, smothering his cock between her tits as she began giving him a wonderful titjob. Occasionally dipping her head down to lick at his exposed head, her eyes always looking up to his face with a seductress' glare, the smooth skin of her boobs rubbing up and down against his cock...
Well, his hand certainly wasn't as good as he imagined her tits were. But, right now, as he continued to imagine his crush giving him a titjob, his hand would have to do.
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It was later, after he had recovered from one of the best jerking offs of his life and his mind had recovered from one of the best fantasies he ever had, that he remembered a rather random piece of information. Or, rather, a recent conversation he had with a friend...
"C'mon, Joe, you know me; I'm not a fan. Too slutty."
"What do you mean by 'too slutty'? She is a woman now, not a child anymore; no problem with being a bit bolder."
"Yeah, but bolder is one thing. This? Her tits are almost out for everyone to see!"
"I've told you already, David, I know her. She is not like that."
"No, you don't know her. You
knew
her. Believe me, she is not the saint you think she is; if you knew all the stories I do..."
It hadn't been the first time his friend, David, had hinted at that. Had he known about it? He knew David's father was a movie producer, or executive, or something big like that; was he, maybe, one of Abby's clients...?
He caught his thinking at that. What was he thinking? Had he so readily accepted that Abigail Breslin, his crush, was pretty much a whore? Had he so readily accepted the information that came from a freaking celebrity gossip site? What was he, some teenage girl?!
...
He made a note to speak with David the day after, as he was too tired now. He moved to take a shower before going to sleep, the image of Abby coming back to 'haunt' him oh-so-pleasurably as he slept to dreams of being ridden like a stallion by his dominating crush.
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He still couldn't believe it.
"So you finally saw the light, eh?" His friend, David, asked him with a smug smirk on his face.
"It is true, then? How did you know?" Joe asked, still trying to deny it.
"A bit obvious, isn't it? Look at the description of her clients."
Yep. 40-year-old man, possibly married; like he thought, David's father seem to be a client. "Your dad told you?"
"Told me? He tried to convince me to join! Couldn't stop blabbing about how awesome she was in bed, how good it was to have her take control from him. Again, like a said, I'm not a fan." Suddenly David turned his head towards Joe, a smirk snaking his way towards his face. "But you are! Want me to ask my dad for you, get you some private time with the 'love of your life'?"
Joe didn't know if his friend was serious or just teasing, but he couldn't help considering the offer. A night with his crush, Abigail Breslin? While something about having her like a prostitute felt wrong, he couldn't help himself to his fantasies...
"Say, Joey, I think I have something that can help you decide. Wait here a minute."
While Joe continued struggling with his fantasies and considering his friends offer, David walked over to his father's study to pick something up. A couple minutes later the two friends were on David's bedroom, a small stack of CDs bound together by an elastic band on his hand.
"What are-"
"My dad pays extra to film it." Was David's short reply.
There really wasn't more to explain.
Without even waiting for Joe's reaction, David picked the first CD and put it on his computer. After a couple more clicks a scene began playing, but David decided to cut to the chase and clicked at some point forward.
The point in question, as it turned out, was right in the middle of fucking. The camera focused on as David's father was lying down on the bed, a naked Abigail Breslin—probably a couple years younger than she is today—riding his cock reverse-cowgirl style. They weren't alone, however, as two more men were standing over them on the bed; Abigail aggressively rubbed their cocks, jerking them off while occasionally bringing one closer to lick and suck on.
David turned to look at his friend, and almost laughed as he saw the completely astonished, yet entranced, look on his face.
"So, what do you think?"
"Can you make me a copy of those?" Joe blurted out without even thinking, all his thought process being focused on trying not to jerk off at the sight.
This time, David did laugh.
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It was a week later that Joe met with David again, him having converted the videos and saved them on a pendrive. Once arriving home, he plugged it in and began watching.
There were many videos, more than he expected. None had a particular descriptive name, meaning he was left to chance on what he would be watching—not that he cared, all he wanted was to see some hot Abigail Breslin action. And so, as he clicked on the first movie...
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The camera was probably left on a shelf or something that could oversee the bed and most of the rest. David's father was in there, along with two other men around his age, all naked; the sound of a door opening, and soon Abigail, dressed only in a black bra and panties, walked in from outside the camera's view.
"So, it's the three of you today, eh?" Abigail said, hands on her hips, and turned a bit to look at the camera. "Is it on?"
"Yes, Abby." Said David's father, a leering look on his face mirrored by his two companions.
Abigail turned to him and walked over, for once making noticeable how much smaller she was in comparison to him. As her hands roamed his body, the two looked at each other; with a smirk, Abby pushed him into the bed and took a hold of his cock.
Not a very gentle hold, though.
"Have you forgotten how to address me?" She asked, grinning a little as he whimpered as she apparently squeezed his cock harder.