applepie24
03-23-2011, 10:27 PM
A/N: This story is written from the perspective of Scarlett Johansson. It's my first, so be gentle. :wiz
"It was my first day off after filming "He's Just Not That Into You."
My first day back into being a normal person. I could eat what I want again, have free time again.
But the one thing I wasn't looking forward to now that I had a break was having to spend time with my hubby, Ryan Reynolds.
Sure he's cute and fit, but he's boring. I swear to god, he wouldn't know a sexual position besides missionary if I tied him into it. Hmmm... now there's an idea. Anyway....
Since I had been away filming so long I had taken to masturbating frequently.
And by frequently I didn't just mean every day-- I mean several times every day.
I watched a lot of porn. I was nervous at first, afraid someone would find out that me-- a famous actress-- was surfing porn.
But I soon learned that when I switched my browser to private, I was in complete control.
I started off even slower actually. The soft core porn on HBO is what got me hooked.
Then I found sites like spankwire and pornhub. And they were nice for awhile. There was some basic fucking, some double penetration (uh how I would die for that), some three-somes and orgies. There was squirting and lesbians and kinky role play porns.
I loved Kim Kardashians sex tape-- I used to watch that all the time.
But soon, watching these sites once a day just wasn't enough for me. I had to join extreme tube, and get memberships and filthier and more hardcore sites-- sites I had to pay for to watch shit that brutal.
Then it went from once a day brutality to two, to five, to seven or eight now-a-days.
I watch porn on my phone with headphones in public bathrooms. I do it in rooms where anyone could walk in. I've masturbated in every room on the set-- I've even brough toys once or twice.
I masturbate in alleyways, I masturbate in dressing rooms. I masturbate as often as possible, wherever.
I started posting pictures of myself online too. Under an assumed name under an assumed account. I would take photos of myself tied up and in lingerie. I would take videos of myself masturbating. I never showed my face, but my body was hot enough (obviously) to win me 4,000 friends on various sites.
It was through these "friends" that I found Jim. Every day at 9 pm exactly Jim would send me a message. Usually they were 4-5 pages long, detailing all of the twisted things he would do to me if he could.
He wanted to beat me, burn me, shock me. He wanted to tie me up, shove a dildo up my pussy, and fuck my ass like no tomorrow. He wanted to gag me and choke me and destroy my holes. He wanted to use me in public, watch me get gangbanged, the lists went on and on.
I usually came at least twice per message. They were so filthy, so detailed. I didn't even notice that they seemed to mimic my life quite a bit. He would mention a cafe near the set. He would talk about a neigborhood nearby. But I never put the pieces together.
Until the day filming was over. My last night in my hotel before flyng home to LA. It was 9:15 and I has my hand in my panties. Two fingers stuck up my cunt, which was dripping in anticipation.
Annoyed at his unusual tardiness, I was startled by a knock at the door. Sliding a bathrobe on, I walked swiftly to the door.
It was a man in a room-service uniform, weilding a tray.
"I didn't order room service," I said.
"It's a surprise from the producers," he remarked. "May I come in?"
"Of course, of course I said," as the door swiftly shut behind me.
He placed the tray on the table by the door and locked it.
"Hello Scarlett," the man said
"Hello" I replied.
"What, you don't recognise my face? Only familiar with my dick?"
And with that he punched me in the face. The force of his punch was so great, that it knocked me to the ground.
"What, who are you?" I managed to stutter out.
"Jim." he said. "I'm here for our date."
He hit me repeatedly until I was too weak to move. Tying my hands and ankles, he threw me on to the bed.
"What, wait, help!" I shouted.
"No, bitch. You're a filthy slutty whore. You asked for this. You asked for this. You posted, you begged, you promised to be my slave. Did you think I took your promises lightly slut?"
"No, no, please, no." I begged.
To silence me, he shoved a ball gag in my mouth, securing it around the back of my head. Then he got to work.
Ripping off my robe, he began to fondle my large breasts through my bra. Ripping the bra in half with his bare hands, he buried his face between my tits. Once he was done, he began tying them tightly with rope, cutting off my circulation. As I screamed a drooled. He ripped off my panties, shoving two dirty fingers up my cunt.
"Nice and ready for me aren't you cum slut?" he asked, and against my will I moaned and squirmed under his touch.
Shoving a plug up my ass I screamed.
"No no no," I screamed through my gag.
Yes, yes, yes, bitch." He replied.
Removing my gag briefly from my mouth, he shoved his nine inch cock deep inside. He began fucking my throat, thrusting into it at a rapid pace. I was choking and gaging on his cock. He thrusted harder, cock jamming down my throat. My face was covered in salvia and precum when he took his cock out and placed the gag back in. Then, he put a blindfold over my eyes.
Shoving a dildo up my pussy I moaned involuntarily as it began to vibrate.
Removing the plug from my ass, he began thrusting in ferociously.
"Fuck yes bitch you like that. I know you like that whore. Your pussy is milking that dildo and your ass is loving my cock. fuck you stupid slut, pretending like you didn't like it. I'm gonna show you bitch."
He pulls my hair back and slaps me hard across the face. One of his rings drawing blood.
Thrusting harder, he continues.
"Fuck, fuck yes bitch. You worthless cow. You fucking cum dumpster. Fuck yeah. You stupid whore, I am going to use you until your ass and cunt are so filled with cum, you drip it for weeks. Fuck you filthy whore. You've been fucking wanting this for so long, now tell me what you are."
Through my gag I manage "I'm a filthy whore."
"No slut, not good enough," He responds.
I scream, "I'm a worthless cum dumpster. Use me sir, use me, use me."
Thrusting frantically he uses one hand to choke me and the other to grab my tit.
Slapping me across my face he cums, filling my tight ass with the white substance...
More to come...
"It was my first day off after filming "He's Just Not That Into You."
My first day back into being a normal person. I could eat what I want again, have free time again.
But the one thing I wasn't looking forward to now that I had a break was having to spend time with my hubby, Ryan Reynolds.
Sure he's cute and fit, but he's boring. I swear to god, he wouldn't know a sexual position besides missionary if I tied him into it. Hmmm... now there's an idea. Anyway....
Since I had been away filming so long I had taken to masturbating frequently.
And by frequently I didn't just mean every day-- I mean several times every day.
I watched a lot of porn. I was nervous at first, afraid someone would find out that me-- a famous actress-- was surfing porn.
But I soon learned that when I switched my browser to private, I was in complete control.
I started off even slower actually. The soft core porn on HBO is what got me hooked.
Then I found sites like spankwire and pornhub. And they were nice for awhile. There was some basic fucking, some double penetration (uh how I would die for that), some three-somes and orgies. There was squirting and lesbians and kinky role play porns.
I loved Kim Kardashians sex tape-- I used to watch that all the time.
But soon, watching these sites once a day just wasn't enough for me. I had to join extreme tube, and get memberships and filthier and more hardcore sites-- sites I had to pay for to watch shit that brutal.
Then it went from once a day brutality to two, to five, to seven or eight now-a-days.
I watch porn on my phone with headphones in public bathrooms. I do it in rooms where anyone could walk in. I've masturbated in every room on the set-- I've even brough toys once or twice.
I masturbate in alleyways, I masturbate in dressing rooms. I masturbate as often as possible, wherever.
I started posting pictures of myself online too. Under an assumed name under an assumed account. I would take photos of myself tied up and in lingerie. I would take videos of myself masturbating. I never showed my face, but my body was hot enough (obviously) to win me 4,000 friends on various sites.
It was through these "friends" that I found Jim. Every day at 9 pm exactly Jim would send me a message. Usually they were 4-5 pages long, detailing all of the twisted things he would do to me if he could.
He wanted to beat me, burn me, shock me. He wanted to tie me up, shove a dildo up my pussy, and fuck my ass like no tomorrow. He wanted to gag me and choke me and destroy my holes. He wanted to use me in public, watch me get gangbanged, the lists went on and on.
I usually came at least twice per message. They were so filthy, so detailed. I didn't even notice that they seemed to mimic my life quite a bit. He would mention a cafe near the set. He would talk about a neigborhood nearby. But I never put the pieces together.
Until the day filming was over. My last night in my hotel before flyng home to LA. It was 9:15 and I has my hand in my panties. Two fingers stuck up my cunt, which was dripping in anticipation.
Annoyed at his unusual tardiness, I was startled by a knock at the door. Sliding a bathrobe on, I walked swiftly to the door.
It was a man in a room-service uniform, weilding a tray.
"I didn't order room service," I said.
"It's a surprise from the producers," he remarked. "May I come in?"
"Of course, of course I said," as the door swiftly shut behind me.
He placed the tray on the table by the door and locked it.
"Hello Scarlett," the man said
"Hello" I replied.
"What, you don't recognise my face? Only familiar with my dick?"
And with that he punched me in the face. The force of his punch was so great, that it knocked me to the ground.
"What, who are you?" I managed to stutter out.
"Jim." he said. "I'm here for our date."
He hit me repeatedly until I was too weak to move. Tying my hands and ankles, he threw me on to the bed.
"What, wait, help!" I shouted.
"No, bitch. You're a filthy slutty whore. You asked for this. You asked for this. You posted, you begged, you promised to be my slave. Did you think I took your promises lightly slut?"
"No, no, please, no." I begged.
To silence me, he shoved a ball gag in my mouth, securing it around the back of my head. Then he got to work.
Ripping off my robe, he began to fondle my large breasts through my bra. Ripping the bra in half with his bare hands, he buried his face between my tits. Once he was done, he began tying them tightly with rope, cutting off my circulation. As I screamed a drooled. He ripped off my panties, shoving two dirty fingers up my cunt.
"Nice and ready for me aren't you cum slut?" he asked, and against my will I moaned and squirmed under his touch.
Shoving a plug up my ass I screamed.
"No no no," I screamed through my gag.
Yes, yes, yes, bitch." He replied.
Removing my gag briefly from my mouth, he shoved his nine inch cock deep inside. He began fucking my throat, thrusting into it at a rapid pace. I was choking and gaging on his cock. He thrusted harder, cock jamming down my throat. My face was covered in salvia and precum when he took his cock out and placed the gag back in. Then, he put a blindfold over my eyes.
Shoving a dildo up my pussy I moaned involuntarily as it began to vibrate.
Removing the plug from my ass, he began thrusting in ferociously.
"Fuck yes bitch you like that. I know you like that whore. Your pussy is milking that dildo and your ass is loving my cock. fuck you stupid slut, pretending like you didn't like it. I'm gonna show you bitch."
He pulls my hair back and slaps me hard across the face. One of his rings drawing blood.
Thrusting harder, he continues.
"Fuck, fuck yes bitch. You worthless cow. You fucking cum dumpster. Fuck yeah. You stupid whore, I am going to use you until your ass and cunt are so filled with cum, you drip it for weeks. Fuck you filthy whore. You've been fucking wanting this for so long, now tell me what you are."
Through my gag I manage "I'm a filthy whore."
"No slut, not good enough," He responds.
I scream, "I'm a worthless cum dumpster. Use me sir, use me, use me."
Thrusting frantically he uses one hand to choke me and the other to grab my tit.
Slapping me across my face he cums, filling my tight ass with the white substance...
More to come...