Where does Brad Pitt live? It is not known to the public and there is a very good reason for that. He is a popular celebrity and if people knew where he lived, they would come and say how big fans they are all the time.
Denise here believes she knows where Brad Pitts house is and here she is, trying to get in.
She is even able to get inside by easily climbing over the fence. There is no barbed wire, no surveillance. She quickly finds her way in and looks in through the window to see if she can get a glimpse of her star.
She cannot believe her luck when she finds an unlocked backdoor in the garden. She cannot pass this chance up. She has to go inside.
Inside, she finds the bedroom and there she sneaks in and looks for a souvenir. Usually these intruders are not really thieves, they just don’t understand that a public person such as Brad Pitt, has a right to stay private in his own home.
In this case, she seems to be interested in his underwear.
She discovers first that the underwear is not the right size and then she finds me standing behind her. Spoiler alert: I am not Brad Pitt.
Yes, that’s right, you guessed it. I put out fake information on the internet, telling the world, that my house is where Brad Pitt lives. I get a few people come by to look in through the windows but that’s fine. It’s the stalkers I want.
I guess I am doing Brad Pitt a service with this. And the stalkers, well don’t feel too bad for them, they are breaking and entering and even stealing!
“You broke into my house” I say to her “Do you know what kind of prison time you can get for that?” I ask her rhetorically.
“No” she responds.
“Well, I don’t know either. Years!” I say.
“Please don’t, I thought this was Brad Pitts house”.
“Here, put this in your mouth to show you’re sorry”
I take my dick out and show it to her face and if she puts it in her mouth, she understands the situation. If she doesn’t, then I first have to explain it to her some more, then she ultimately gets it.
Only one time did I have to actually report the burglary, because the girl just left anyway. I did warn her thoroughly, so it’s not my fault. I didn’t want her to go to prison.
While she sucks my cock, I explain to her. “I want to play around with you for about half an hour, then you can go”. She mumbles something and I take it as a yes and lead her to the living room and played around with her.
I put her on her back and stick my cock in her, just as we both knew I would.
One little flaw in the scheme, perhaps. I like to cum in their mouth and on their face. They could probably keep this as evidence if they wanted.
Although it wouldn’t be evidence of much else than sucking my cock, which the legal system is fine with. Breaking and entering, not so much.
Before they leave, I take their name and number in case I need to call them back. I still have the video footage, so they are inclined to oblige me mostly.
I never call them of course.
Well, unless there are no new Brad Pitt stalkers that day, then I usually call someone on my list. Rarely the same girl two nights in a row, though. They would probably find that annoying.
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