Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

Emma was at first even more aroused when he took over, but then shortly she was choking and gagging on the dildo, as he masterfully tried to ... pushed it down her throat. The mere fact, that it happened, and that she was unable to do anything made the young woman shake with an orgasm, which was soon followed by others, as the machine kept vinrating and shaking pleasure out of her cunt. But the buzzing of her nipples and the seemingly huge dildo thrust deep down her thorat also catapulted her into seventh heaven.

Only as she was pushed down even harder and felt the hot cock on her shoulder did she realize that her hands was free. So, she gripped her cuffs, and was letting more of her weight... maybe even her full weight lay against the swiftly vibrating small cock and sleeve at the juncture of her legs.

Her moaning and breathing obscured and hardened by the dildo deep down her throat, Emma was no longer really conscious, just going with the flow, like it was a dream... Only her body had more strict thresholds than her fantasies, so it was having problems soon enough.
 
After Emma seemingly shook through several orgasms, Curtis felt that he needed his fix. Removing the dildo, Curtis stood in front of the girl, letting her gaze at his erection. It was definitely nice to look at, uncut and about six inches. The impressive part though was the thickness, as it looked almost too thick to wrap your lips around. But Emma soon would be, as he moved the tip of his cock closer, running it along her lips before sliding inside. He was gentle at first, but once she got used to the size, the roughness began. Curtis had noticed her arousal at suffocating over the dildo, and figured the cock would work the same, forcing the celebrity to deepthroat him on every thrust.

It did not take long for him to cum, shooting a thick wad directly into her stomach, and filling her mouth as he began to pull out. "That was fun." He panted, Emma's hair dishevelled from him roughly gripping it. Walking behind Emma, he paused as an idea came to her. "So... you ever done anal?" He asked, as a finger gently rubbed the hole.
 
As her therapist was taking over for the dildo, Emma's first thought was that she did not even liked the man that much... Then she realized after his cock filled her mouth, that contrary to her belief, this was all real, not a dream, and not a fantasy. The thought made her froze, and only then did she started lifting her hands... but then he was already throbbing and filling her throat, and she soon could taste his cum too. Choking, and hacking, Emma was to occupied to use her hands to hold herself up, as she heaved, that she almost missed his next question. "Nooo! Stop it! I want to go!" she tried to cry out in indignation, but it all come out os a croaked moan, her pussy and clit still greatly worked over by the Sybian

She tried to get up, but the light chains held her legs in place, so all she culd do was squirm a little. She tried to crawl away, and then started feeling around with her hands to stop the machine or free herself... all the while still choking on his cum, and trying to recover from her throat being fucked. She also unconsciously was either showing her her ass, or pushing against his finger.
 
Emma's groans were a turn on to Curtis, unaware that she was crying for him to stop. Reaching into his desk, Curtis found a blue pill and a red pill, and his bottle of massage oil. Returning to Emma, the oil was squirted all over her ass, massaged deep and soothingly. It gave the girl's ass a nice shine, but soon, it was clear that his target was the hole. Gently rubbing it, he could see it begin to relax, which was when he quickly inserted the two pills, and continued to rub, to ensure she barely noticed anything wrong. The first, a blue pill, produced lots of estrogen into the girl's body. With that excess, it would go straight to her breasts, turning them from a B cup to a D cup in a week. The second, a red pill, would make Emma's body incredibly sensitive to the touch for the next few weeks. It essentially was a horniness pill, as every time a piece of clothing would touch a spot like her nipples, or her pussy, she'd want to touch herself until she came. But that feeling would be non-stop, it was just a shame Curtis wouldn't be around to act on it.

Feeling Emma's body tighten from another orgasm, Curtis finally turned off the sybian, and uncuffed Emma. "I'm glad we worked on that, it looks to have satisfied you well. Unfortunately, that ran longer than I expected, and my next appointment will be here soon. Since you do not want to be seen with a therapist, I suggest you dress up and leave quickly." The therapist suggested, sitting back down at his desk and watching Emma quickly dress back up. "Same homework as last week, with the edging and masturbation." He instructed, knowing full well that edging would be practically impossible with the pills he gave her.
 
Emma was still dizzy from her repeated orgasms, felt parched, and also was still dripping with her juices and the oil. That something went into her ass, she could remember, but as she was not that experienced, she was thinking it must have been his finger... and blushed at the memory how that got her orgasming just previously. With trembling thighs and hands, getting on her clothes was hard enough for the actress and model to forget about her bra, and to change her already soiled panties to the dry ones. Lucky for her, as she would need the nearest restroom to clean up and do that... and still need the another when she got home by taxi.

Of course she somehow said good bye, and only almost dropped her phone when calling for a taxi, but in the safety of her home away from home did she really started to come off from the high. Sinking to her knees, Emma hissed as she sat on her feet, but the sobbing she felt coming surprisingly went away without more than a little sniffling. "What happened... " she asked herself, and even while standing under the shower later she could not fully understand.

But the evening found her in her bed, masturbating to another orgasm, and buzzing her pussy and clit with her vibrator until she fall asleep. In the night, she had some erotic dreams, and woke up to sensitive, hard nipples.

With the arousal welcoming her because the dreams, Emma tried to just stroke her fire to the edge... but soon she was needing all of her willpower to stop playing with herself. Squirming, she had to grip the bedclothes, to stop her hands from seeking more pleasure, but even just humping air made her thighs flexing stimulate her pussy enough to get her stay on the edge as her breasts shook from side to side. It took time to realize that she had to stop moving - and open herlegs wide open - to be able to calm down enough to get up without cumming.

And she found out the hard way that it only meant that pulling up lingerie and just walking around got her on the edge. Lucky that she had nothing to do, really, but she used up all her willpower - and a couple of panties - that first day. Was succumbing to orgasm when the sun went down, and she was unable to stop having them while she made her dinner, and got ready to sleep... No need to masturbate like before, as she was having another orgasm while handling the legumes, and one in the shower, then a final one before she finished just laying there in her bed tired, and sore.

THe next day was both better and worse, as she got the first orgasm out from the morning edging. Then she got a hour or two of shimmering heat, before she rode her seat to the edge and slid under her table to just lay on her breasts and rock until another orgasm got her calm down.

It seemed that she was continously aroused, and every two hour she got to have at least a small orgasm to be able to function. So, of course she tried to reach her Therapist by phone on the fourth day...

"Doctor, It is me... I don't know what happened, but I just can't seem to calm down! The morning and evening exercises now takes the whole day, and there is no difference!" Emma almost cries, but tries to sound normal, as she does not want to say her name...
 
While Curtis was surprised to be receiving a call on one of his off days, he did not even need to see the caller ID to know who was calling and why. Picking up the phone, he put on a cheerful voice, ignoring the arousal he was feeling at knowing how difficult things were for Emma sexually. "Hello, this is Curtis speaking." He introduced himself, and then listened to Emma's hastened voice.

"Okay... You sound panicked, so even though this is a day I usually have off, I can see you and make sure everything is okay. Do you think you can make it to my office, or should I come to you?" Curtis asked. Hearing that she preferred him coming to her, he wrote down her address and made his way over. He did not bother with bringing a massage table or anything, but he did bring the oils. Today, he would fuck her, and had no use for the other toys either.

Finally making it to her apartment, Curtis knocked on the door and waited for an answer. "Emma, how can I help you?" He asked, when he was finally inside.
 
"Make it stop!" the disheveled looking girl replied almost growling. Clad in a bathrobe, she let him come in, and gingerly walked to a barstool next to the kitchen table which oubled as the dinner table, it being a big multipurpose room.

"I think you broke something in me, everything is more sensitive, and I can't even dress properly and go anywhere!" she almost whined, but tried to keep her composure even as distraught as she felt. "There is a photo session in the afternoon, and I have an appointment with the hairdresser before that! You have to turn me off!"
 
Nodding, he listened to her complain at her sensitivity, apparently not even noticing that her breasts had already grown considerably in the last four days. Supposedly, she had other things to worry about. "No problem. I'll get you to lay down on your bed without that robe, on your stomach." Curtis instructed, standing up and following her to the bedroom.

"Basically," Curtis began, as she laid down, his hands already beginning to oil her back up. "This sensitivity is more of a mental thing than a physical thing." He told her, completely lying as he knew exactly why she was so sensitive. "So we have to make your body believe that there is no reason to be sensitive." He explained, searching the room for a few pillows. "Lift your hips please." He requested, putting a pile of pillows under her, which helped raise her ass.

As he continued to rub her body, he slowly began to strip naked. His clothes rested at the base of the bed, and soon, his knees were on either side of her idle legs. "You may feel a bit of discomfort, then a lot of pleasure." He warned, not letting her know what was going on. A moment later, his erect cock slipped inside of her pussy, beginning to thrust slowly. Every little touch would force a large orgasm out of her, which would easily turn the young celeb into a mess. "Tell me, are you on the pill?" He asked. "If so, you're in luck, as this will go a lot more smoothly."

His thrusts had began slow, but quickly upped the pace, the pussy which had not been touched by another man in so long, feeling so good.
 
Any other time and she would have slammed the door on him or pushed the panic button. But that time Emma was already distressed enough when her therapist arrived, thus the ... almost usual ... laying down on her stomach naked sounded just what the doctor ordered. The bedroom was a little, cozy, and presently smelly place, the only part of the small flat that was not pristine. After all, she already spent enough time there, even naked, or on her stomach.

This time there was another person in there too, who positioned her and started to oil her up, precursory to a massage, that supposed to help her mind come to terms, and maybe help her loose the sensitivity. Emma fidgeted, as laying on her breasts somehow felt harder than before... Was they also more sensitive? Of course! ... Little did she realize that the extra feelings was also because she now would not fit any of her braas. Because of her sensitivity, she did not even tried that much in the last days - instead was busy massaging her boobs too as she masturbated.

The 'little bit of discomfort' came in the form of realizing that her therapist was a male, and very much naked and just started to fuck her pussy! Emma cried out and tried to squirm away, but then the 'lot of pleasure' started happening, making her cries and squirming become a different kind. While she had lots of fun in the last days, she did not had anything slip this deep or wide into her sloppy hungry hole, the real hot hard cock catapulting her senses into an overload.

Gripping her sheets and arching her body, the actress modell shuddered as another orgasm took her over. While she heard the question, she could not formulate an answer, not even remembering if she was on the pill or not... or even what kind of pill he was speaking about. The answer lay in a drawer somewhere, in a small box among vitamins and other working remedies... an unopened leaf of pills. She stopped taking them when the previous one ran out, sometime when she choose to take a sabbatical. More than a month she was off the pills...
 
Emma had turned into a moaning, groaning mess, which would further help the girl that seemed so lost in the world, associate her therapist with pleasure, closeness, and trust. And while that was definitely a good thing, Curtis did this for no other reason than to simply fuck this beautiful woman.

Having received no reply, and also wanting to save her pussy for future use, Curtis took advantage of another hole, to become his cumdump. As he approached his orgasm, the man pulled out and slipped the tip inside her impossibly tight ass, releasing his seed inside of her. Grunting softly as he emptied himself inside her, the man soon pulled out, wiping the tip clean on her bed, then rolling the celebrity onto her back.

If she was to associate these amazing feelings with him, she'd need to see his face. Curtis moved her legs up so her upper body was touching the bed and her hips were in the air. Her feet hung above her head, and the male partner fucking her hovered above, cock slipping into her pussy once again. The man was a huge fan of dirty talk, especially when the girl did it, so he wondered how to make her talk dirty for him. "Emma... This will be a good time to release any dirty thoughts you've had about co-workers, bosses, and so on, so they no longer plague your mind. Scream them loudly and you will feel the tension leave your body.
 
Being fucked felt royal good, as she was accustomed to just masturbating, and trying to keep herself on the edge... But this time she do not have to do anything, just let it happen, and that meant not trying to stop herself or keep from falling over the edge... Of course she had some thoughts about the whole thing being bad, or how he was her therapist, not her boyfriend, but the pleasure owerwrote her common sense. Even getting her ass filled with his cum gave her a jolt of carnal pleasure.

Getting turned on her back, legs lifted and pussy plowed again just showed Emma how much she was missing, and what a slut she could be with the right incentive. Her ass oozing his injected lubrization, her pussy loose and still twitching in hunger for what he was making her feel... No surprise that his insistance that she say her dirty thoughts and even scream her pleasure too got her trying to do so.

But she was stuck a little, not having much thoughts like that, and even if she had something, turning it into words and saying, crying it out was against her usual self. Still, she tried. Not really cognisant about what dirty fantasies or just curses she was airing, one thing was sure... she had been repressing some vile and vivid things.

Among them what would surprise - and maybe arouse - her fans was some repressed lesbian thought about her friend Sophie Sumner, whose advances she usually rebuked with friendly barter, or how she was sometimes thinking about Dustin Hoffman as her daddy in a not so innocent way... And how she hates Russel Crowe when the man has one too much drink and gets too friendly.

How Hermione fantasies about being in a Ron and Harry sandwich, and another cause to be friends with Hagrid, the huge professor and animal keeper of Hogwarts. How she missed dancing and meeting the real beast whe nshe played the Beauty in her last movie, and that she would definitely watch some fan made raunchy scenes of said Disney movie.

She blables some secrets, one being how she was stoned out of her head with Matthew Lewis, or that Tom Felton got her to hold his wand... making her think that Hermione would be happy to be caught by the hated Slitherin Prince. Speaking of princes, she defnitely could have had the royal treatment from the English boys... no, young men, if she really wanted to.

Leering at Logan Lerman, and just staying friends because they both had their respective significant others at the time. Loving to draw penises, and as one who had taken art classes and even doing it right, some of her drawings of said appendages was sold on the net starting out as a joke, but becoming something of a secret hobby she sometimes does - even visiting the Icelandic Phallological Museum once.

Also, how being fotographed for Vogue made her feel like a doll, not a human being, but as she loves fashion, she would do it again any time...

And of course begging him to come, and fuck her into oblivion.
 
The amount of times Emma's pussy clenched, tightening around him as she orgasmed over and over was astonishing, showing him that the pill he secretly gave her really worked to perfection. Her expanded breasts bounced back and forth as he thrust inside her, listening to the dirty secrets the girl told, stuff that could potentially ruin her career or just make her seem not so innocent to the public. Internally smirking, he listened as she requested that he cum, and fuck her into oblivion.

Holding her spread legs tightly, the man pounded her sensitive pussy for his release. Their positioning put him close to her face, so when he felt the second load coming, the man pulled out, shooting his load all over her awaiting face and neck. She was absolutely plastered, but seemed very pleased at the outcome.

The man was still hard, and figured one more wouldn't hurt. "It might be good if you take control to help with these frustrations you've been having." Curtis suggested, sliding back inside of her and rolling them around, so Emma was on top. He wanted her to ride him rough, exploding into a sexual frenzy as she sought her release.
 
Emma panted and moaned as her overused pussy still sizzled with need, slick with their combined juices the model/actress felt her ass ooze cum, and her pussy spasm around the still erect cock... With her mind filled with the erotic haze, she was reliving the Sybian, and as something that she tought started this whole ordeal, she tried to reproduce that sensation.

But his cock was thicker, longer, and not vibrating her cunt, so she had to start riding it, slamming her pubic bone to his, grunting wit hevery deep thud against her cervix... Emma soon tried to up the speed, and keep going even as her body started giving her more orgasms. She was using all of her energy to reach the crescendo, and would be soon running only on fumes, still, she would not stop until she fainted.
 
Watching the sweaty, tired, horny Emma Watson as she rode him was definitely a sight to behold, the animalistic grunts leaving her throat sounding very unlike the normally innocent seeming girl. She was fast to begin with, but as time went on, she slowed down as she lost her energy, meaning Curtis had to take control.

Gripping Emma's ass, her therapist pounded her pussy, thrusting upward as her body began to spasm from multiple orgasms. Finally reaching his final one, Curtis didn't think to pull out, shooting a thick few wads of cum into Emma's cunt. Panting, Curtis slipped out of Emma and rolled her over off of him onto the bed.

"I've... gathered a lot of information today." He said to Emma, catching his breath. "It seems your lack of sexual encounters lately has psychologically affected you, making you more sensitive. After today, it should wear off temporarily, but I would recommend you get sexual release from other people more frequently. Worst come to worst, we can continue, but you might want to find a steady way to continue this." Curtis suggested, and the implanted idea of the sexualised gameshow Emma had read about through his sessions, should have began entering her mind. She was already close to passing out, which would also make her dreams full of what she imagined this gameshow to be, and the positive fan reaction she expected too.

Curtis rolled her onto her stomach, her face sticking to the pillow under her head. Gently massaging her, the man waited until she passed out before looking around her room for possessions to alter with the experimental drugs he had been gifted. From what he had, the man decided on a few things. He coated her soap in a drug that would make her a little more horny. Nothing to the extent of the sensitivity, but it would allow her to function like a human being while having increasingly dirty thoughts about everything and everyone around her. Another drug was slipped into her shampoo and conditioner bottles, which would affect her impulse control, so anything that she had an impulse to do, she'd likely do, with the exception of anything that may harm herself or others. Figuring that everything else was fine, he finished by taking a few photos of the naked sleeping Emma for his collection, and left the apartment, deciding that he would be seeing her in a few days for their appointment anyway.
 
When she wake up her whole body felt tired and her privates all squishy. As she crawled off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, her hazy memory vividly pulsed in time with her vell fucked pussy making her relive parts of the visiting Therapy... should she call him Curtis after this? Shuddering as she stood under the shower after passing most of his cum from her ass and pussy, Emma was trying to dismiss the idea of getting sexual release from other people more frequently.

But her mind was still on the idea as she changed her sheets and aired the bedroom to not let the cleaning service stumble upon her den of debuchery... And she was happy that she was sated enough - or hurting enough - to be able to do it and get ready for the hairdresser, lucky for her the woman was a little late coming over to do her hair. Just the basic, washing, cutting, for she would be made over professionally at the photo session.

Even later, while her hair was brushed she was thinking about it, and the closeness and intimacy of her hair being played with by a Milf made her quite self conscious of her well fucked state, as she luxuriated in the aftermath.

Only at the photo session would her mind really focus on the gameshow she could not remember clearly, just that she had seen it somewhere. The remaining two full days was still filled with her self-pleasuring, as she showered more than once, and was getting affected with her liquid soap... But as she did not washed her hair with her own shampoo and conditioner, she did not felt that she had to act on it. But she was calling people and her agents and gathering possibilities to join a gameshow somewhere on Earth... for only in her fantasies was there an intergalactic one.

She was mentally a wreck as her time with the Therapist came closer, so it is no surprise that she took a shower and even washed her hair to calm down for the visit... Which she contemplated to be the last. Or the last which she - or more like her agent - paid for. She knew that the man.. Curtis... was older than her, but she could not keep seeing him and think at what they had done as professional. But at least the papmpering helped her calm her nerves and go for the meeting... That she was happily buzzing with arousal was understandable.
 
Looking up as he heard Emma's familiar knock, Curtis opened the door and let her inside his office. "Emma, it's good to see you again. How are you since we last saw each other?" He asked, meaning the sexual encounter they had a few days ago. As he stood nearby, she would see his cock poking a tent in his pants, which he made no effort to hide. Her mind would likely go back to their time together in her bed, fucking like animals until her pussy was raw. With the washing up she had before their appointment, her impulses would be incredibly difficult to control, if she wanted to do anything with his erection.

"Have you thought any more about how you'll present yourself to the public in a way that makes you approachable? The sooner you come up with something, the better, as their opinion of you isn't getting any better..." He warned. Standing side-along with Emma, Curtis had a hand on her lower back, leading her to the massage table. This one looked a little different than before, but seemed to function the same. What she was missing, was that the table could be split apart, so her head could hang low if he desired, or maybe her legs fall to the ground in a perfect fucking position. But for now, it looked like a normal massage table. "Could you please strip for me and lay on the table?"
 
She could not stop stealing glances at her therapist's crotch. "I am better... in some way, but also worse. It is no longer my body that is out of hands. - It is your cock out of my hands..." of course Emma did not wanted to say the last part, and started blushing even as she thought it was just a thought... But as the man did not comment on it, she never realized that she said it out loud.

"No, I do not know how, but was thinking about going to quiz or talkshows that was not about my acting career. But my managers are still looking, so am I." and she was looking.. straight at his tented trousers, one of her hands idly caressing her lower stomach area, while she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. The actress shuddered from the contact of his hand on her back, and was already removing her coat and buttoning out her shirt while walking to the massage table. "Oh, this is new..." she tried to do small talk, and her hand iched to grab his hardness, but she was disrobing so it was not free.

Stepping out of her shoes and jeans, she almost slithered up on the table. "I do not think it would be right to bill the agency for this any more..." Emma wanted to say 'paying for this', but she was already trembling with anticipation, and hoped to feel his hands... and maybe other parts all over her aroused body. Telling the man that she thought that the professional part was over could cause him to leave her high and wanting.

Of course Emma Watson was also thinking of keeping Curtis as her new boyfriend. And for once not caring what others would say about it. That was why she conveniently forgot to take off her black sheer stockings, or was not wearing any underwear. The secret pad in her jeans had been enough to keep it sanitary, after all, she had shaved herself bare for him...
 
He had Emma laying on her stomach back first, her naked front nice and exposed. He smiled to himself as his mind ran over the slip Emma made without realising it, knowing she was under the effects of some of the drugs. Curtis began to think over how he could make this work out the best for him.

"That's an odd way of phrasing it... 'bill the agency for this any more'... does that mean the sessions will continue, but you'll be paying?" he asked, his hands rubbing her hips and all the areas that would easily tease her nether regions. He did not touch though, curious to see if she'd orgasm without a single touch to her pussy. She was already soaking wet, her dirty mind clearly thinking of him constantly.

His hands made their way upwards, rubbing her stomach, and reaching just below her breasts. That was when he stopped, backing away and grabbing the table piece under her head. A hand moved to hold her head as the table moved away, before gently easing her head back so she didn't get hurt. With it arched back the way it was, she had a nice (upside down) view of his hard cock in his pants. "This will help with the stress and tightness in your neck. If you feel you need to stretch your arms, feel free. Sometimes it helps to grab onto something nearby. Some people ask if I can be held, and since it helps with your treatment, I do not mind." Curtis suggested.

Of course, with an offering like that, it would be all too easy for Emma to do something sexual to him, such as bringing his hard cock against her face.
 
The young woman was fighting herself, grabbing the edge of the table with her hands... But she still arched her boy for his touch and was staring into his eyes while lightly biting her lips. "Do you think I would need to keep paying you money?" she asked huskily, and while she had nothing in mind as payment for the man, she was getting ideas.

Or at least one idea, as when the moment came to let her head fall back into his hands, and her eyes slid to his straining trousers... Emma's hands already was on the move to grab him, not really caring for every word or the full meaning of his speech, just that she could do it.

'IT' meant that Emma was opening his fly and fishing out his cock, to hold it, stroke it, and then grab his ass and pull him closer to be able to take the end in her mouth, breathing with obvious arousal, and moaning with pleasure as she tried to suck more and more of him into her mouth. While not going for deepthroat, she was trying to stuff her face and twirl her tongue to get a taste of his full erection.
 
"Oh shit." He mumbled, enjoying the initiative Emma took, even if he didn't expect it so soon. She had considerable skill too, so he was always happy to get a blowjob from her. Hands moving to her breasts, he coated them in oil and massaged them until her nipples turned stiff, easy to pull and pinch at. Her breasts were twice the size of what they were when they first met, and he'd be surprised if she hadn't noticed the change yet... unless all the other changes she had been experiencing lately distracted her.

"So you want to continue the sessions without paying?" He asked, sliding himself in so his balls rested on her nostrils, suffocating her with his musky scent for a few moments, before pulling back and letting Emma continue at her own pace. Saliva slowly ran up her face. "What sort of payment were you looking for then?" he asked, making it clear he wanted something. "I'll let you think for a bit, but for now, I need to do something." He warned, before sliding back in, using her mouth and throat as a cock sleeve, thrusting at a fast pace to quickly reach his first orgasm. His cum shot directly into her stomach, and the man could watch his cock throb within her neck.
 
Emma soon found herself too distracted by the pistoning cock to follow her therapist's words. But feeling his hands on her breasts made the young woman moan with pleasure, and even tried to work hard when he started to push deeper. Choking on the cock made her all dizzy, and it was pure luck that her head and arousal was at the right point to have him succeed... Or maybe it was not luck, just professionalism by the Therapist. Anyway, Emma was doing something she never before would even consider being able to do with this much pleasure.

As her throat was fucked and breasts played with, her mind all but disappeared to the happy place. The actress / model / feminist activist was gripping his ass with ten nails and fingers, choking on his cock that was pushed so deep down her throat that his balls was slapping against her closed eyes. And somehow she did not mindet it at all.

The throbbing of said cock and the taste of the burp that came with her stomach churning told her that he was finished spending his seed... straight under her breasts. Somehow the turning of her stomach and the pleasuring of her breasts got together to send a signal down to her core, making her pussy throb with a small orgasm.
 
When the man finally came, his cock soon slid out of her, saliva coating her face as his cock dragged up to her forehead, before flopping down between his legs once more. "So... payment?" He repeated, since she had been unable to answer before. "And onto your stomach please." he asked, placing the table back into place. Once she laid on her stomach, she would be staring down at the ground, where another article about that curious game show was resting. Occasionally, the man would walk past, allowing Emma to see his saliva-covered cock, but mostly he tried to let her read the article.

She'd feel his strong hands move along her naked body, pushing out her kinks and coating her body in oil. As he worked her ass though, her clit attracted two fingers, rubbing and flicking the area that was already wet from her orgasm
 
Emma just panted and gulped the last strands of cum, trying to calm her heart and clear her mind. She was feeling very good, and following his words started to think. "You do not need money, do you? Maybe you should choose to be my rebound boyfriend, or stay my therapist... with benefits." she still does not thought about paying for sex. And it was all about sex...

But she had caught the article with her eyes, and then tried to reach it with her hands too, to read it fully. "Hm... what is this? It seems interesting..." she moaned and lifted her hips to give him more access on her wet clit, it was shooting lust to her core making Emma want some solid cock in her pussy.
 
"Interesting thought..." He muttered, his fingers plunging deep inside of her as he thought over what to reply with. I would be fine with becoming your uh... rebound boyfriend, as you put it. That also, from a professional standpoint, allows me to monitor you closer." He said, not caring about that at all, and rather the more frequent sex and drugging of the celebrity was more the appeal to him. And if she fell for him, that'd be pretty good too.

"That article is about that gameshow. It's gaining popularity for how unique it is, and is all over the media." Curtis explained, using key words like gameshow, popularity, and media to make Emma more interested in it. "It's starting up in a few weeks, but the showrunners are panicking because they don't have enough contestants yet, nor do they have any major selling factor, like a big name." Noticing her reaching for it, Curtis picked it up and put a smaller table under Emma's headrest, placing the magazine on top so she had the ability to read it and flip the pages.

Slowly, the tables holding everything from the waist down were pushed away, and those that remained lowered down a little, ensuring she was still comfortable, and her feet were touching the ground. A moment later, a hard cock thrust inside the hole he had been teasing for the last few minutes, and he could see her thighs glistening with her juices.
 
"Yes!" Emma hissed and closed her eyes as she felt his cock slide inside her ouled and juicy pussy. Hugging the part she was laying on, the young woman was feeling all right for the firs time in months. While she was hooked with the words he pressed, she also was interested in the unique part... But had her own problem.

"I don't want to be the big name! Not again!" but she was interested enough to keep it in her mind for later... As at that moment all she was focused on was the cock and how good it felt fucking her slick pussy... and that she hoped he would have another nice load for her soon, getting close to her own big orgasm. "Fuck me, Curtis!"

Later while still lazying in the aftermath of the glorious fuck, Emma would be okay to fill out anything needed for the show... but again, she would be using her middle name, the same her agency had been using to set up her first visit to the Therapist.
 
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