Scarlett Johansson

It's Scarlett Johansson in your mind. On her knees, begging you like a needy whore. Her big, round breasts on full display, all of her curves bare for you to see, her firm, spankable ass within hands reach.

"Yeessssss... Scarlett..." You moan as you continue to masturbate.

She would be your first. You decided. She would have the honor of accepting your first load of spunk as king of the hollywood whores. She would be the first one used up before tossing aside. She would be your first cum dumpster. Your first cock sleeve. Your first fuck toy. The first **** to your every perverted whim.

You giggle to yourself as you masturbate. It was funny how much you'd turned around on the perception of being an enormous pervert. Suddenly, it didn't seem so bad. It seemed better, actually. Better to be a pervert and a misogynist with this kind of power. It would be so much more fun.

"Yes... yes... Gerry and Scarlett, sitting in a tree..." You chant as you keep stroking. "F-U-C-K-I-N-G"

You came as the fantasy reached it inevitable conclusion. Catching your breath, you eyes go to the rulebook sitting on the table.

"Time to turn fantasy... into reality." You grin deviously to yourself.