4 comments/ 10556 views/ 20 favorites The Hollywood Files By: Master_and_Sex_Kitten Happy Birthday to me...Friday the 24th was my four year anniversary of joining Literotica.com, so as a special treat, four new stories in one go! The Hollywood Files are a series of one-shot stories, completely fictional and purely for entertainment. No actual stars were slept with during the writing of this story. I am one of the best in the business. The role I play is integral to success, and yet few people will know my name. Of course I have a place when credits are written, but nobody remembers me the way they remember John Williams, Michael Bay, Will Smith or Steven Spielberg. Within the industry, however, I am as famous as you can get. My chosen trade is that of a stunt man. I started doing rudimentary stunts like anyone would, filling extra positions in battle scenes or being fodder to a movie star, but quickly found a knack for planning the stunts myself. Pretty soon I was helping design most of the work with the coordinator. One night after shooting he pulled me aside. "I think you have some real talent," he said to me. "I heard of a job coming up that I think will suit you perfectly. Just promise me that you'll always show this sort of devotion to your stuntmen." Having been there myself and knowing what hard work they do, I promised. Before long I was the most sought after stunt coordinator, fight choreographer, and stuntman in Hollywood. I cropped up everywhere, helping the bigger names like Nick Gillard on the Star Wars prequels, or Jackie Chan on several of his western movies, and once on a Chinese film he did. I trained Daniel Craig in his Bond role and helped plan the choreography in the last two of the four Bourne films. I was happy, but I was also alone, until one day I stood up for one of my people, an actress who insisted on being part of the stuntman world, and became part of my world along the way. -- She was fast, strong, dynamic. Keira Knightley was the most energetic fighter I had ever seen. She took fewer breaks than many of the stunt performers, and these were men and women capable of doing the extraordinary on a daily basis. She picked up the choreography fast, and she was eager to learn and do as much as she could. Her experience with a sword or throwing a punch was enhanced by what I sensed was natural talent, something she had in spades and had never needed before while doing Jane Austen dramas. She was talented, witty, hard-working, and not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. Many people I knew didn't like her skinny body, or obsessed over it too much. To me, fighting in her tank top and gym shorts, she was close to perfection. I admired that her body showed signs of small yet definite muscle, and she worked on keeping herself fit rather than just thin. Her breasts were small, but they suited her. Her legs were long and had a low-key power to them. Her abs - I don't think I need to say much except "her abs", if you have any idea what she looks like. And her smile...her smile could light up a room, her dark brown eyes twinkling and her pink lips parting over perfect teeth. She was cute, sexy, adorable, fiery, and stunning all at once. Last but definitely not least she was a talented actress in a variety of roles, and it was a joy in every way working with her. "That's it," I said as she sparred one of the other swordsmen in the training room. "Don't stick your head up, keep your chin tucked in on the low thrusts...watch your footwork..." I didn't need to say much more than that, but I wanted to make sure she was perfect, and she was definitely meeting those expectations. She grinned as her sword twirled, connecting with the stunt performers at all the right times. At times I did fleetingly wonder if Keira could keep up, since she was only five foot seven inches tall and admittedly thin compared to the larger stunt men and women, who's swings had more mass and would take a greater toll on her arms with each block. To my great relief I noticed she was developing a lot of toned muscle on her for only being fifty four kilograms, and she was keeping pace with the taller, seasoned professionals. She had taken the dietary requirements of this training quite seriously as well. Her hair was held back in a ponytail, or as much of a ponytail as she could get with her super short hair. Sweat poured down her face and her brows knitted over dark brown eyes in concentration as the moves became more complex and risky, but she met the challenge with that natural talent I had come to greatly admire, as if her high cheekbones, slender body and gorgeous face hadn't already caught my attention. "Ok guys, let's break for lunch, we still have a lot of work to get done today." The fighters bumped fists and grabbed water bottles and towels, putting the weapons away as they cleaned up. Keira came over to me, sweat on her brow and a smile on her face. "How was that?" she asked. "Looking really good, you guys will have these scenes down in no time." "Will we be doing costume practice as well?" "I don't think so, the costume department is frantically working just to get things ready for shooting on location, never mind having enough to spare for now." "Too bad, I'd like to figure out how I'll be able to move in them." "I've seen you move - I don't think anything wrapped around your body will be a problem." Keira arched an eyebrow at me. "I'm glad I rate so highly on your scale...oh and that you think my fighting is good too," she said with a cheeky grin. "Absolutely," I said, staying completely deadpan. "I mean, your body is rubbish but your fighting is definitely improving." She burst out laughing and slapped my shoulder. I found it infectious, and wanted to make her laugh more often, but I put on my serious face. "You've got this, no question. When this movie comes out people are going to believe in the blood and sweat on screen - your blood and sweat." She quietened down and smiled warmly at the genuine compliment. "Jason!" a voice called out from behind me. The production manager, Marcus Throne, beckoned me over. I gave Keira a smile and wandered over to him. "Is she ready?" he asked bluntly. "I believe she can do the work." "...I don't see it." "I do. I have full confidence in our team, I know they can pull it off." "I've been going over the filming schedule; your stunts are too dangerous - I don't want her on set for them." "She can do it, Marcus. I've seen her train." "Well it isn't your project on the line if she breaks something. So for your sake there'd better be no risk involved, or I'm pulling her out." Marcus marched off to scorn his caterer leaving me fuming in my own way. Marcus was the producer, but sticking his nose so violently into the other departments' work was seriously slowing down production. I had faith in my team that the stunts would be both safe and flawlessly executed, but of course there was always risk involved. I glanced over at Keira, wiping her shoulder blades with a towel and laughing at something one of the stunt performers said. She could do it. And if I told her she could do it, I knew she would do it. The next day I was asked to talk to the costume department about the fight scenes, making sure my people could move in their people's outfits. I had all the stunt men and women come in to be fitted again, double checking their movements and making changes with the head tailors as we went. After Jenkins, the last of my performers, was finished I went to shut the door behind her, and in walked Keira. "Aren't you going to check mine too?" she asked innocently, a joking smile on her face. I spared a glance at two of the tailors, who shrugged. "She's basically one of yours, better make sure we don't damage anything," he said. The other one agreed, nodding her head. "All of her outfits will need to be constantly rechecked for continuity, and if we rip something that'll just slow the whole damn process down." So I helped them get Keira into her clothes and went around her body, lifting an arm here and bending her backwards there, testing all of her suit's limitations to the stunts I knew she was performing. At one point in the second outfit we tested I lifted her leg by placing my hand underneath her knee, my fingers sliding up the back of her thigh a bit as I raised her leg. "Be gentle," she said giggling. I shot her a glare. "Now I know this isn't your first time," I said back. "Maybe not...but I'm ticklish too." "Is that what they call it now? I was thinking something completely different then...my bad." She winked at me, but I saw the hints of a blush in her cheeks that matched my feelings completely, even if it was just a joke. I spent the rest of the process acting as professional as possible, even when handling her body a little more than one would consider normal, but she remained silent, bearing only a faint smile on her face and dishing out no further one-liners until the tailors were satisfied. It took a while - she had four outfits in total to fight in, and I had to check everything very thoroughly. After she left, returned once again to the loose shorts and t-shirt she wore coming in, I asked the tailors if they were satisfied. "Don't look at us," one of them said, half indignantly. "We didn't want your people here slowing us down. We already knew we had done a good job with the rest of you but the director apparently decided Ms. Knightley the stunt-actor hybrid had to be checked in her outfits to avoid problems down the road." I turned to leave feeling more confused than before I asked the question, at least until I remembered the cheeky smile Keira had given me the whole time. So, the director thought we needed to be re-checked... -- A week later shooting commenced. One of the very first shots was a stunt scene that went off without a hitch, even with falling debris and flying stuntmen. Throne watched intently from the sidelines as I directed the men and women I trusted into position. Keira was also watching from offstage, her eyes meeting mine once or twice and smiling at me as a coordinated and well-choreographed stunt worked time after time. She knew just as much as any how hard we had all worked at it. Throne was too tough on us. Days went by and I grew to miss Keira's presence, her shooting schedule conflicting with mine as she filmed scenes elsewhere while I mixed it up with collapses, sword fights and all manner of controlled chaos. When we were together such as at lunch or late in the day she would always come over and sit with me, talking to me, discussing this stunt or that line, or sometimes just anything that had popped into her head during a minute's break on set. I was attracted to her, and because I knew she was naturally alluring I just assumed I was reading too much into her friendliness. Then, on a day like any other, something almost went wrong. Keira was strung up in a wire rig, suspended over a catwalk during a fight scene. It was only 8 feet up, but the catwalk wobbled from side to side and there were a lot of mechanical parts beneath them as part of the stunt. As she ran at her opponent the gantry she was standing on gave way, explosive bolts separating it cleanly into two pieces as she jumped, gliding over the gap and bringing her sword down on her opponent's blade, assisted by wires to make it look as skilful and well-timed as the audience would believe. The part she had leapt from tilted back slightly and debris rained down where she had been standing from above. As Keira's feet hit the ground, the part of the gantry she now stood on bent downwards due to lack of support, as planned, meant to give her the chance to throw her off-balance opponent into the gap, but the part she had jumped off from was meant to fall further away leaving a space for the stuntman to roll through, and for some reason it didn't. Keira hesitated, not wanting to throw the stuntman if he couldn't fit through the hole and land on the mats below, or if it wasn't going to be safe for him to land near a malfunctioning set piece. The wire rig she was in then tightened up instead of giving her more slack, and as the gears controlling the gantry motion jammed and whined her wires jerked backwards as well, pulling her towards the too-small gap between the gantry pieces. Keira couldn't safely fall between the solid walkways onto the mats designed for the stunt person because of her wires, and as she landed painfully on the debris she slid down towards the small gap where a body couldn't fit, but her arm could easily end up being partially sandwiched between the wobbling metal pieces. I leapt onto the set, as the director stood up suddenly and called "CUT!" "Wire hold firm!" I yelled, hitting a button as I ran past the control panel that controlled the wobble in the gantry, stopping it's side-to-side motion. Two of my men joined me and together we threw ourselves at the gantry, pulling it over against the locked gears to prevent the two sides coming back together and crushing anything between them. Keira wire stayed tight so she didn't slip too far and she got to her feet in no time, stepping away from the gap as her stunt partner moved back on the other side. "All clear!" called the controller for the mechanical parts. "All clear!" everyone raced about, examining the parts, clearing up the debris and helping Keira down from the rig, handing her an ice pack for the shoulder she had landed on. Throne came over to me angrily. "What was that?!?" he shouted loudly. "A mishap. Mechanical failure, I'll note, and they happen sometimes. The engineers can fix it - and it could have been worse." "She's up there in danger, and all you think is that it could have been worse! It's bad enough! She's out - bring in her double, those people are trained for this sort of thing!" "Keira IS trained for it - she's as much one of my people as she is one of yours!" "Well we'll see about that!" Throne cried, marching off to talk to the director. I glanced up at Keira, who had heard the whole exchange, a worried and dejected look on her face, and decided I had to have a word with the director myself. But not today. Today I had to let it pass, choosing when best to fight my battles, and Keira came off stage, a single tear in her eye that no one else noticed. -- I walked into the training room after having a long, lengthy discussion with my stunt people about the day's events. The mechanism that was supposed to make the rig fall backwards had lost power, and while the problem had been fixed the damage was done. In the afternoon when shooting was mostly finished I had argued - and the director agreed with me - that Keira's actions on the rig were correct in not throwing her stunt partner when the gantry gap wasn't wide enough to safely allow for him, but it meant she had taken a tumble herself, and even if the risk of injury was small the director was concerned about delays. I pointed out that she was as highly trained as any of us, and it was better having her up there. Marcus had called for her to be replaced for any non-essential stunt, in other words, anything not needing a close-up shot of her would involve her stunt double. He stressed this was the easiest way of getting it done safely, at the loss of a few closer camera angles. I was asked to approach Keira about the matter, offering the director's words, in order to gauge her response, which infuriated Marcus. Even so I wasn't pleased about having to mention it to her in the morning. "I was waiting for you," came a voice from the training room. Keira stood by the weapons table, dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, holding her favourite training sword, one of the rubber-edged ones. Her short hair was tied back in a small ponytail as usual and as I entered the room her feet shifted slightly, taking a cautious ready stance. I approached the table, looking without looking, my eyes focused on Keira while I hunted for the nearest weapon in my peripheral vision. "After today I'm not surprised," I replied, slowly closing the distance. I spied the handle of a short sword in a scabbard facing my direction, the furthest weapon from Keira's side of the table. "Is Marcus still thinking of keeping me from doing my own stunts?" "I'm working on it - he director knows your participation relies heavily on using the skills you've learned as often as you can." I dropped my jacket on the table and stared across at her. "Although after today's outburst from Marcus things are a lot more complicated than you think." "Someone has to play the drama card." "I guess so." "I can do it, Jason." "I'm sure you can. I just don't know if I'll be able to convince the director that you can." "So how am I supposed to prove I can handle myself if I'm rushed off-stage during the big stunts?" "That's the tricky part." I snatched the short sword, drawing it from its scabbard and jumping back as Keira swung her blade at me. We stood apart, our swords pointing towards each other with the blades touching lightly, her eyes on me. "I told you I could handle myself." "I see that...and I think you just need to let off some steam." "That's what I'm doing...this de-stresses me better than anything I know." "You really are one of us." Keira hesitated. "One of yours," she said firmly. "There are ways of dealing with stress that don't involve cutting up your instructor." "If I could beat you it would definitely prove how capable I am." "Challenge accepted." This definitely wasn't in the script. She lunged at me so fast I was barely able to read her moves as I leapt clumsily out of the way, never mind raising my sword in defence, but when she landed she was off-balance. I swung lightly at her, knowing I'd only graze her shoulder if she was as good as I really thought, but she recovered enough to fully deflect the half-strength blow and then return fire, swinging quickly left to right and back again. I blocked these well enough and twisted out of her way. Keira glared at me angrily. "You did that on purpose," she growled. "I got too eager, and you should have landed that, at least a little bit. You're going easy on me." She raised her sword again. "How can I fight Marcus on this when even you don't think I have what it takes?!?" Keira leaped forward and attacked, her sword moving through the air like a deadly ballet. We parried, pivoted and reset over and over, martial artists locked in a never-ending combat of skill, luck and ferocity. Our swords clashed, my arms tired and yet Keira came on, jabbing at my shoulder or reversing and sending a backhanded cut at my legs. She fought harder than she ever did when I watched her practice, and I watched her constantly. I backed away as Keira swung yet again, a horizontal cut that I mirrored, followed by a diagonal back the other way that made me bring my blade up high to block. When her sword scraped down off of mine she flicked it, bringing the tip of her blade up and over mine to tap it out of the way, leaving me open for another lunge forward. This time I sidestepped and grabbed her arm, pulling her forwards and off balance. Keira wildly brought the tip of her blade back towards us and I barely managed to get mine up and in front of my face to stop it, directing it instead towards her as the force of her swing toppled us backwards onto the mats. The tip of my sword jabbed through her tank top shoulder strap, poking a hole in the material as we landed on our backs. I jerked Keira's sword hand and her weapon flew across the floor, but before I could do more she rolled away immediately, the sword ripping through her strap as I held it firmly in the ground. Keira kicked out at it as she rolled, sending my sword clattering aside as she knelt up, the ripped fabric of her tank top dangling down her chest, revealing the side of her sports bra. The Hollywood Files Keira glanced over and saw her sword lying on the floor between us to the left. She lunged for it while I aimed a tackle at her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulled her backwards, wriggling to position myself between her and the weapon. Keira used her ground-fighting skills to struggle but I got myself on top of her, pinning her down as I pulled her away from the weapon. Keira twisted her body, lifting her hips and me up off the floor and shooting her bum out from under me, escaping my grasp. My hand snagged a pocket on her shorts and she fought to turn my wrist and release my grip, rolling across the floor and scrambling away. The pocket tore off and her shorts were badly ripping but they held on as she charged me just as I latched onto the fallen sword, knocking me flat on my back and mounting my waist. Keira quickly tried to pin my arm down, shaking the sword out of it while I struggled with her. I managed to capture one of her arms, lift my hips and prop up on one leg to flip her straight over onto her back. I reached for the sword again and felt her fingers wrap around mine on the hilt, struggling with me over it. She got a foot up and under me and kicked me backwards, the sound of fabric tearing filling my ears as the room spun. I looked down and saw a bundle of rags in my hand - the remains of gym shorts. I sat up to see Keira standing, the sword in her hands, now stripped down to just her underwear. Her sports bra showing beneath the tank top was white but she wore dark red boy leg panties, the sporty ones she always wore under dresses in fight scenes so she didn't display anything on accident, and I briefly marvelled at how amazingly they fitted to her slim waist and groin. Her upper thighs were tense as she stood ready to attack, and behind her sat my own sword. Keira lunged at me, swiping left to right, but I rolled underneath her attack and grabbed the hilt of the short sword, coming around to block her next swing. She struck again and again, forcing me backwards as I deflected her blows. With a thrust she came in close and I countered, grabbing her arm again and pulling her off balance. Our swords clashed and I pushed her backwards, pinning her to the wall behind her. We were both panting, sweaty and out of breath. Keira's small chest heaved with exertion, sweat running down her skinny, tight body. Her mouth was open and gasping for air, as was mine. This close to her I could see the slightest marks on her skin, I could feel her breath on my face, and I was gazing straight into her dark brown eyes. She stared straight back into mine, and as we stood motionless I saw the realisation cross her mind; I had won. She lost. I felt elated, the adrenaline flowing through me. But when Keira looked down I could see the sadness in her expression. Immediately I recognised my mistake. She had taken the challenge quite seriously, which made me comprehend how much trust she had lost in me. I on the other hand had complete faith in her, regardless of what I said to the director in order to calm him down. "You're doing any stunt you feel 100% confident with," I said firmly. She looked up into my eyes again. "I know who you are, Keira, and I know what you're capable of. Nothing can ever stand in your way. You can do anything you want." Keira's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting slowly as we stared at each other, and she could see that I meant what I said, and everything it could possibly mean. The swords clattered to the floor as Keira pulled me close and kissed me like no one had kissed me before, and I kissed her back, pressing her flat against the wall. Our hands ran across each others bodies, mine sliding over her chest briefly before pulling her as close as I could, my hands wrapping around her back. Keira slid hers down my side and up through my hair, her lips hot and soft, her chest rising and falling with the effort of our fight. After a minute or two she pulled away long enough to whisper into my ear. "This is what I want to do," she breathed, moaning softly as my lips traced kisses down her neck. "I'm tired of Marcus, I'm tired of the bullshit. The only time I feel happy is when I'm acting or practicing my stunts, when you were teaching me them. I know what I want, and this is what I've wanted for so long..." I lifted her up in my arms and laid her down on the matted floor, one hand sliding down to her boyleg panties and caressing her ass. Every last surface of her body was smooth, toned, tight; seeing her this naked made it more apparent that she really wasn't a muscle-girl, but my God she was so much more than simply 'skinny'. I couldn't resist running my hands over as much of her as I could feel, not wanting to miss a single square inch of her. I felt her lips part and her tongue enter my mouth as we kissed again, her hands holding me against her body. Keira grabbed one of my hands, pressing it to her breast and letting my fingers drift over her as she led my hand down to her hip, tucking it into the hem of her boylegs. I eagerly stripped her of her panties, feeling the tight material glide down her perfect legs as her hands gripped my shoulders. She flicked the underwear from her ankles as my hand gently traced back up her leg, over her knee and pausing at her inner thighs before her hand gripped the back of my head and pulled me into another hot kiss. My fingers slid further and I felt Keira moan into the kiss, her body moving beneath me as I gently touched her. She was hot and ready, her body tingling beneath me as my fingers slid across her sensitive skin. I played for a while, feeling her react to my fingers as we kissed hard, wanting to move on but loving the way she moved to my actions. "Oh God just take me," she said hungrily with that melodious accent of hers, gently biting my neck as she held my body against hers. My hand reluctantly moved from between her thighs to my own waistband, earning a groan from her as I focused on getting my clothes down. I was too slow for her and a second later Keira's hands slid down my sides, gripping my pants and yanking them down as she spread her legs beneath me, letting my crotch rub hers as my cock came free. I was rock hard and desperate to be inside her, and there was no doubt she needed me just as badly. "Are you sure?" I said quietly, not wanting her to have any regrets. In response Keira grabbed me by the hips and guided me forward, one hand dropping to hold my cock and feed it into her pussy. She stared into my eyes the whole time, panting and gasping as my length slowly filled her up, breathing out hard when I was finally buried as deep inside her as I could be. Her feet wrapped around my waist and I felt her legs quiver as she clenched her pussy around my shaft. "I'm sure," she whispered. "I've never been more sure of anything. Take me..." I pulled out slowly and thrust back into her, making Keira gasp and close her eyes tightly. I did it again and again, getting a little faster as my lips traced down her neck and back up, my hand playing with the broken bra strap as I began fucking her on the floor. Keira's hands gripped my shoulders as I moved inside her, her fingers squeezing me and her chest rising and falling with her breath as she lay beneath me. I pulled all the way out once and her eyes opened, a hurt look giving way to lust as she pulled me back with a fierce thrust of her own hips and once again I was in her, my arms encompassing her as she dragged her short nails down my back. Keira's feet lifted into the air as I pounded her on the floor of the training room. She bit into my shoulder and growled with hunger, her chest rubbing against mine, her nipples hard beneath the bra and her breath coming in gasps. She angled her hips up so I could drive deep into her with every thrust, my shaft pistoning in and out of her faster as she clawed at me, one of her hands gripping my ass and forcing me into her while she dragged the other hand down my spine. "Ahh aaaah!" she cried out. "Holy God...slow, slower...I don't want to cum yet..." I slowed down and she writhed beneath me, her body flexing as she lowered her feet to the floor. With a sudden motion Keira pulled me as close as she could and rolled me over onto my back, sitting up and tearing at the remains of her tank top and undoing her bra, freeing her small breasts. My hands reached up and cupped and played with them freely, loving their size, their shape, and the way they perfectly matched the rest of her body. Keira smiled down at me as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against my crotch with my cock buried in her pussy. "You like me like this, don't you," she said, not needing an answer. I nodded and she leaned forward, her hands resting on my chest as she planted her knees on either side of my hips and lifted her ass up, slamming back down onto my thighs and gasping from the feeling of my cock driving hard up into her. She knelt back up and rode me for a few minutes, controlling the speed of our fucking, her hands sliding over her own body and behind her head as she leaned back, undoing her hair and thrusting her chest forward, showing off her cute little tits as she shook her ponytail out. Keira danced back and forth in my lap as her pussy clenched around my shaft, flexing her belly muscles and swaying from side to side, always moving, never stopping for long as her powerful legs lifted herself up and down me. I wanted to grab her, to fuck her hard and fast, to go mad with lust, but I was too distracted by the mesmerising beauty above me, riding me like she was in a trance, sweat dripping down the delicate lines of her slim physique, stray hairs now framing her face and her breasts bobbing before my eyes. One of her hands lowered to her pussy and gently rubbed it around my cock, playing with her own clit and moaning at the feeling. Keira moved from circling her hips around me as she rocked like a belly dancer to lifting her ass almost completely off of me, sliding down slowly and breathing out shakily as she controlled the motion. She did it again, agony that mingled with pleasure as her hot, wet folds worked their way back down my throbbing shaft. She lifted back up and looked me square in the eyes, her hands in the air as she lowered herself back onto me. On the fourth time I waited until she was all the way up above me, the head of my cock just brushing the inside of her entrance, then as she lowered herself down I lifted my hips upwards, my cock slamming into her pussy at lightning speed. "Oh WOW," Keira exclaimed with shock, her body jerking with the surprise of being completely full in one smooth motion. "D-do that again..." I smiled and thrust upwards, feeling her shiver as she gasped loudly. "Oh my God...keep doing that...I'm going to cum so hard..." My hands slid up to hold her slender hips and she knelt up slightly, her hands resting on my chest as I started to fuck her, driving my cock deep into her slowly and deliberately, making her shake with each hard motion. It was a thrilling opposite to her slowly riding me, changing from feeling every inch work its way past her inner walls to feeling me slide straight into her without stopping, almost bucking her off and forcing me to hold her tightly. I built up a steady rhythm and she hung her head forward, panting with the raw feeling of being pounded hard in her tight wet pussy, her hand again dropping to her clit and playing with herself as I fucked her. Ohh-hhh y-es-ss, f-fu-uck me-ee..." Keira panted, my cock pounding up into her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip, moaning quietly over and over to herself as she rode me hard. I felt her fingers dragging down my chest, her fingernails leaving red marks as she came closer to orgasm. I started thrusting faster, not trying to go deep or hard but moving in and out of her as quickly as I could, and I felt her legs tighten on either side of my body as in a rush she reached her peak. "Ohhh fucking hell more, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she moaned, her mouth hanging open as she gasped loudly. I held her hips tightly as I looked up at her body, as it bouncing up and down with my thrusts and shaking with pleasure. Keira grabbed my arms with both hands and was digging her nails in when suddenly she let go, her eyes opening wide as she grabbed me fiercely and pulled my head close to kiss me hard, moaning loudly into my lips. Her toes curled and I felt her bottom out on me, her asscheeks pressing firmly down into my lap as she clenched her pussy. "Mhm! Mmmm! Mmm-MMM!" she moaned, her eyes closed tight and her chest rising and falling as she tried desperately to catch her breath, but not willing to break the kiss. I adored every inch of her body, my hands roaming over her back and her sides and down to her round ass as I felt her skin tingling. I couldn't believe I had just made Keira Knightley cum, and I wanted to take as much time as I could to enjoy the moment. Keira finally pulled away and lifted her chest from mine, looking down at me and panting hard. "...Christ I needed this," she said breathlessly, her hands pressing hard against my chest as she leaned heavily on me. "I really needed it...you have no idea how much I've thought about this moment, what it would be like." She smiled at me and lowered herself again, kissing me softly this time, her hand running up and down my chest as she gripped my hair gently with her other hand. I kissed her with the same love and passion, sharing an even more intimate moment than I thought possible, before she pulled away and looked me square in the eye, fire blazing in hers. "I need you now," she said firmly. Keira knelt up and drew her legs underneath her, grunting as I slipped out of her pussy before she crawled over onto all fours and lifted her ass, her perfectly slim body sweaty and firm before me. "Like this, fuck me like this," she growled back at me. "Quickly..." I hurriedly moved in and wrapped my arms around her, making sure as much of my body touched hers as I could manage. Keira reached back between her legs and held my throbbing member, guiding it back into her warm, tight pussy. I heard Keira gasp louder than ever as I pushed as deep as I could go, feeling her legs shake and her ass clenching. Her hands gripped the soft mats tightly, so tight that she almost gouged lines in the foam, and her back arched up as she hung her head, her whole body quivering. "Like that?" "Yes, oh God fuck me yes like that...just like that..." she panted. I started thrusting, small motions that worked the head of my cock deep inside her, moving just enough to elicit a shiver from her, not quite teasing but not giving her everything. Keira moaned and writhed beneath me, her slim smooth body hot to the touch, our sweat mingling as we fucked on the floor. Keira lowered her chest and head to the floor a little, resting on one hand as the other reached underneath herself and fingered her clit. I kept my hips close to her bottom, fucking her as deep as I could and not pulling out much, earning small sobs of pleasure from her in return. I felt her fingers rubbing her clit and her folds around my cock and I started moving a little more, pulling further out and sliding all the way back in. I enjoyed every inch of her pussy as if I would never fuck again, but after a while she was begging me to go faster, to thrust my cock into her as quickly as I could. "I need it in me," Keira moaned, her fingers playing with her own clit as she pressed her cheek to the floor, looking over her shoulder at me. Her eyes pleaded with me and I fucked her faster, my chest against her back, my hands reaching around and playing with her tits. I rubbed her nipples and Keira bit her lip, stifling a long, desperate groan. The sounds she was making were getting me closer and closer to my own release, and I began really pounding her pussy, making her tight ass red from my thighs smacked against her as she rocked beneath me. "Fuck me I'm so close," she panted desperately. "I'm going to cum if you keep this up," I groaned back. Keira gave a mesmerising moan of joy at my words and I slid one hand down the front of her body, wrapping it around her super fit belly and pressing my palm flat against it as my other hand kept playing with one of her small, soft breasts. The motion brought Keira back up, her hips rocking back against me, meeting my forward thrusts as her hand slid from her clit up to my own hand over her belly, squeezing my wrist. "Hold me like this...cum for me," Keira begged. She wanted me to finish, and I was ready for her. "I can't hold on..." I panted back. I couldn't believe I'd lasted this long with someone like her, and as her breathing came harder and Keira gripped my wrist tighter I knew she was almost there herself. My hand slid over her breasts, moving from one to the other and rubbing her nipples as my other hand gently gave her belly a squeeze, holding her as close to me as possible, my cock sliding deep into her as my hips slapped her small, firm asscheeks. "Oh, fuck me like that...oh my God, oh my God I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!" Keira cried, her hand letting go of mine and playing with her other breast. I felt her pussy squeeze my shaft and she screamed, a spray of wetness spreading across my lap as I buried my cock deep inside her. It was too much for me to handle and I pressed my chest firmly to her naked back, holding her tight with both arms as I came hard, filling her pussy. Keira's head snapped up and I kissed her neck hard, her hand moving to hold mine over her breast as she felt me blasting inside her. Keira collapsed beneath me and I sank down to the floor with her, her legs stretching out as I stayed inside her all the way down, my arms still wrapped around her. We rolled onto one side as she gasped for air, squeezing my hand over her breast gently. "I...oh fucking hell yes...I-I'm not on...we didn't use protection," Keira murmured. "I know...I realised that too..." I admitted, knowing that it hadn't slowed me down even a little bit. "Uh huh...we...might need to take care of that," she panted beneath me. That was fair enough; a high profile actress like her couldn't exactly start having morning sickness on the set of an action movie. I nodded, then realised her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. "Yeah, of course," I said to her. "But first...we made a bit of a mess," I said quietly. She giggled breathlessly beneath me. "Oh, God, I know. I can feel it...leaking," she moaned, squeezing her legs together gently, her folds clenching around my shaft. My lap was wet and we were both sweaty all over, her bronzed, smooth skin moving fluidly against me as she gently rocked, enjoying the feeling as much as I was. I moved to get up but her hands clutched both of mine, one over her breast, the other pressing against her flat belly. "No no, wait," Keira held me tight, interlacing her fingers with mine and holding them in place. "Mmmm...just a few more minutes," she begged, her eyes still shut as her chest rose and fell. Lying next to her, completely naked, I wasn't about to argue. -- Things didn't end there. We retreated to her room and spent the night together, looking dreary but relaxed and relieved in the morning. It was a passionate night, one that I will remember for the rest of my life. I still wonder how I got so lucky; she was a famous, high profile actress at the top of her game. In the end I determined she was also one of the hardest workers I had ever seen, and I was making her dream come true, letting her do all the things she truly loved most and perform at her very best when the rest of the industry was too afraid to risk her. We didn't stop after that one event either. Every second or third night she called me to her room, and we spend the whole time loving each other. I came around, prepared with wine or something else of value to us both, and luxuriated in her embrace. Every move, every curve, every sigh and sound of pleasure she made was something to behold. The feel of her slim, smooth body, the tightness of her lean muscles, the heat from her responsive skin. She was an idol to all, but to me she was a goddess. The training had improved her muscles to the point where she wasn't just an ultra-slim girl and it suited her well, and I often found her tiring me out instead of the other way around. The Hollywood Files The morning after our first night together I convinced the director to let her do her own work. He seemed dubious but I made it clear that her passion for stunts was unparalleled. "If she CAN do it she WILL do it," I said to him confidently. He took my advice and the production continued, with more close ups and a definite sense of appreciation from the crew for the actress. Marcus spent much of the time glaring at me, while Keira was kind-hearted enough to spare a warm smile for me when no one was looking, even going so far as to wink when I helped suit her up in a harness. As glorious as it was, I knew it wouldn't last. It was passionate, and it happened because of our shared love of giving our all, and I suppose looking at it from her perspective there must have been some degree of attraction - which was flattering - but she had to move on eventually. The movie ended and I was required in Australia for another action film, so after one last night together holding hands we went our separate ways. Luckily for me, it wasn't really the end. Anyone who knows movies knows that Keira Knightley has a thing for action roles, and after all...I am one of the best in the business. -- The Hollywood Files are a series of one-shot stories, completely fictional and purely for entertainment. 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