Chloe Moretz Discovers My Tributes with her Friend

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                                                        This Story Is The Companion Story To The Video Below.
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"Can you PLEASE explain to me what you're so giddy about?!" Chloë demanded, as she was rushed into her friend Claudia's room
"Oh, you'll see soon x)" giggled Elle, "You are going to LOVE it" reassured Tanya, as both girls escorted Chloë into the room, led by Claudia. As the quartet entered the room Claudia threw herself onto her bed, the duo got comfortable on a couch, leaving Chloë standing, confused as to why she was there. "If I don't hear an explanation from one of you right now I'm leaving." exclaimed Chloë. After being whisked away from the quiet lunch she was enjoying Chloë had little patience for her friends' vagueness. As Claudia tapped away on her iPad she began to speak; "This will change you're life"

She looked up at the now intrigued star as she hit play, and all the girls turned to watch the screen

Chloë immadately recognised a picture from one of her own photoshoots. "Okay, so a shot from my Modern Luxary shoot? So wha-oh.." Chloë thought, as a thick, wet cock made it's way into frame and over her pic.

Confused and initially just a little disappointed by the surprise, Chloë looks to her right, to check the other girls' reaction. The duo have creeped forward on their couch, on the edge of there seat, eyes glued to the screen.

Amused at their reaction, Chloë looks back to the screen.

Another pic. Elle Magazine.

"That photographer was very pushy about showing as much boob as he could, not surprised this Jerker chose this pic of me to stroke over, but why are we watching this?" Skeptical, but curious, she continued to watch as another clip flashed up on screen. Her InStyle Cover, of course accompanied by 8 inches of man meat.

"Looks like the same cock in every pic" she thought, now innately studying the large phallus that was encompassing the majority of the screen. Her head starting to get a little light as she found herself thinking "Hm, it is a nice cock though, I guess. Look at him work it over my pics.." The duo were far more enamored with it than Chloë.

They had seen this cock at work before, and this slow stroking was just a tease for them, as they knew what was soon coming. Yet. they both fought hard to keep there hands on the sofa, and not tucked between there thighs, subtly playing with themselves. Another clip. Poolside in complex.

Chloë barely noticed herself in the pic, now only focusing on cock. Tracing her eyes around it's fat head and down the shaft. She looked for Claudias reaction to this one. The blondes eyes were wide, fixed to the thick cock on the screen, her mouth slightly ajar, imagining the mushroom tip on screen pushing against her lips. Imagining that, just by opening it a lil more she could soon feel the grunting wight of that monster on her tongue. Imagining feeling the shaft slide against her lips as it sink deeper and deeper down her throat.

"It's kinda hot and all, but I don't understand why they're so hyponitzed by this" Chloe thought, then it happened. You see, Chloë had spent a lot of time as Hitgirl. Formative years of her life. She had grown attached to that purple leather persona. She'd never tell anyone, but she actually stole a Hitgirl suit after her first time donning the cape. She'd wear it at home, alone. In her room, the leather got her hot and sweaty in bed. She'd unbuckle the HG belt, slip off a glove, slide her tender hand down and rub her clitty till she came, no matter how long it took. It had become a weekly tradition, and the first thing she did on the set of KickAss 2 was "borrow" another suit, as her old one was becoming small...and quite sticky. Very recently she had began her weekly tradition again; purple wig, mask, leather pants and sweaty body. Playing with her pussy under the sheets. She loved it, she had grown a sexual connection to Hitgirl, so when she popped up on the screen, under the shadow of a thick, rock hard cock, it suddenly clicked for her.

She immidately started to feel the oh-so familiar tingling feeling.

She knew if there was much more HG, she wouldn't be leaving here dry. And sure enough, Chloë realized her valiant attempt to remain as unaroused as possible was rendered futile as she next witnessed that veiny shaft pump load after load all over purple wig and mask.

She started breathing heavily, absorbing as much of what she was witnessing as possible.

Eyes wide, mind racing, the next clip flashed up.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she realised it was another Hitgirl clip, being blasted, again and again with cum. A lapse in her concentration. Her jaw drops, drips of precum slide down through her pussylips.

She feels a sharp swell of disappointment when the next clip doesn't have the distinctive purple tone, but that disappointment is quickly quelled as she watches her own face get absolutely drenched in cum.

She watches, as with each pump of his veiny shaft another thick rope is shot across her own face. "Imagine if it was real, if he was actually here, that big cock inches from my lips", her mouth begins to water in anticipation of what she thought.

With the notion of clasping her full lips around his thick cock head on her mind, the next clip comes as another nice treat.

Stroking fast, spraying cum all over her face, the shadows of his veiny cock cast on his thick shaft. Chloë swallows the spit which had been collecting on her tongue, watching the white mess on her face, thinking naughty taughts; as the spit runs down her throat, she can't help but imagine if it was the one of the many strands of cum she had witnessed land on her own face. The thought of feeling that shaft throb and pulse as it pumps a fresh load into her mouth got Chloë excited. The thought of her hands cupping his balls, feeling them tighten and shrink as another load is dropped on her tongue made her heart pump faster and faster. The thought of him placing his hands on the back of her head, and pulling her close to his body, his cock sliding down her throat and shooting the final few shots of jizz straight down her throat, to the sound of her gagging, sloppy and wet with the cum still settling in her mouth. Spluttering as he pushes deeper, spraying cum from the tight gap between his cock and her lips. Then she imagined all this in her Hitgirl gear and she lost it. She convulsed quietly to herself, gripping her jacket tight as she let the cum flow.

She could feel the warmth sticking to her panties, some trickling down her legs. And it still wasn't over. Another clip, a particularly angelic pic of Chloe, being covered in cum.

She licked her lips, watching her new favourite obsession at work.

And another, she watched it close. Fantacised about it, as it dumped load after load after load of thick, hot, white cum on her face.

She pressed the palm of her hand against her stomach and pushed it down under the waist of her pants, but before she made the mistake of starting to finger herself in front of her friends, she stopped herself.
"What the fuck was that?!" she asked, determined to find more once she'd gotten home and suited up.

"I know, right!" came the reply, "I'm soaked".

Glad to hear she wasn't the only one, she realized she still had her hand down her pants. Embarressed, she quickly pulled it out, "I..uh..I gotta go" she stuttered while on her way out, feeling embarressed, awkward and more aroused than she'd been in a long time.