Using Emma Stone

The life of a paparazzi wasn't glorious to say the least. You were pretty much universally seen as the bad guy and invader of privacy. Half the time, unless you had a contract, the pay for your photos was shit. And of course you were treated like a stalker.

All that said, you still did the job. For the most part you tried not to be the creepy, hide in your bushes outside your house. That was just too much. However, there were situations where a little distance was required, especially with certain celebrities.

Moral instincts aside, you had to pay the bills and trying to run your own website was tough. Of course if you got a big break, the idea of selling the photos for big cash was a promising one. Unfortunately all you usually got were the typical candids of celebrities walking down the street, leaving starbucks, or getting in a cab after a night at the club. Needless to say they weren't paying the rent and you were starting to wonder if you should quit while you still could. Nothing promising was coming out of it.

Until today that is.

You had decided to see if Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield were doing anything exciting today. The two young actors, while hating the paps like yourself, were generally polite about their displeasure. Plus they were a hot item and always good to snap photos of. So you checked the interwebs, searched through social media and discovered they were spending the day at the beach. Possible Emma Stone bikini shots? Even better!

You made the drive to your destination, expecting to find the usual company camping out on stools but instead you found no one. Getting out of your car you wondered if you had gotten a false location and made your way to the sand dunes that overlooked the beach. It didn't help that the beach seemed mostly empty.

"Son of a bitch" you swore.

Now that you were all the way by the beach, this was essentially a day of work wasted. Just when you were about to call it a dud, you spotted two figures down the beach. Hope renewed you took out your camera to use the zoom as binoculars. And what you saw was the furthest thing from what you expected!

Emma Stone, even with her blonde hair she was unmistakable from the rest of the blondes in LA, seemed to be straddling someone on the beach. You assumed it was her boyfriend. While this wasn't something extraordinary in itself, it was when she began rocking back and forth in a very distinct motion that made it a gold mine.

At first you couldn't believe your eyes, zooming in closer with your HD lens to verify what you were seeing. Creeping over the dune and onto the beach, you crouched down, although they seemed to be much too busy to notice you. Another look confirmed what you had thought, Emma Stone was having sex on the beach! As if further proof was needed, she tossed her head back in pleasure.

After a delay your paparazzi instinct clicked in and you began snapping away. Getting into a better position you continued clicking away, your mind reeling from what you had discovered and that you were the only one to discover it!

You were clicking the shutter so rapidly that you lost track of how many shots you had taken but a very painful boner had risen in your shorts. That's when another thought hit you. Switching the camera to hd movie mode you started recording the exchange just as Emma started bucking furiously atop Andrew Garfield.

Using both hands to steady your camera you wanted nothing more than to get a jerk off to this live celebrity porn but remained focused. As you looked back at the viewfinder you immediately froze as Emma Stone seemed to be staring directly into the camera. Instead of stopping and covering up however, she merely continued bouncing on her boyfriend's cock, eager to reach her orgasm.

The moment had left you shocked and as soon as they finished you packed up your camera and made your way back to your car as discreetly as possible. You couldn't help but look at some of the photos when you reached the trunk of your car, stroking your cock lightly through your pants. God this would land you a huge fucking payday! Exclusive photos and video of two of the hottest young stars in Hollywood? Yes please!

You were so caught up in your future plans that you didn't hear the flop of sandals coming up behind you until she cleared her throat.

Turning around startled, you were surprised and embarrassed to see Emma Stone, now wearing a white tank top and short shorts, staring up at you. She had a frown on her face and suddenly you felt a bit worried.

"You know I can't let you leave with that" she spoke matter-of-factly.

Deciding it was best to play dumb, despite the erection in your pants, you shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh don't give me that bullshit" Emma snapped, surprising you and turning you on even further. "We both know I saw you on the beach there so stop playing games and just have the memory card over."

So she had seen me yet still kept on fucking, interesting.

You didn't give away any emotion but you were even more turned on and curious. "Even if i did have what you're accusing me of, I wouldn't just hand it over."

"Please, I'm trying to be nice here" Emma stated, causing you to scoff. This was her idea of nice?

"Listen, you're a great person. I love both of you guys as actors" you started to explain, "but this is my ticket to a big payday. You understand that right?"

The blonde haired star was quiet for a moment as she stared down at the ground, contemplating your words. It was then that it struck you as odd that Andrew wasn't here with her. Had she not told him that she saw you? Before you could think further she was speaking.

"What's your price?"

"Excuse me?" you asked a bit confused.

"You said it's your big payday. I have millions of dollars, so name your price" she clarified, crossing her arms over her chess.

For a moment you were stunned by her offer. It almost seemed too good to be true. Initially your first reaction was to turn it down but money was money right? And chances were you could ring more out of her than some tabloid. Then again...if she was willing to let you name a price, what else would she give you for it.

"Who says I want money?" you finally said.

Emma didn't immediately reply but her eyes did glance down to your still present boner, lingering for a moment longer. She remained quiet, probably deciding what those pictures were worth.

"Just tell me what you want" she finally conceded.