After a long day of filming for her television show ‘Gossip Girl’, Blake Lively arrived home around 8:00 in the evening. It had been an unusually cold day in Los Angeles and she was wearing a long black trench coat, which she quickly dropped to the ground the second she stepped through the door. She quickly turned around when a noise came from outside. Not seeing anything, Blake closed the door behind her and went into the kitchen to make herself dinner. She made and quickly ate a salad while watching ‘American Idol’ before checking her email. Again, she thought she heard a loud noise from outside but ignored it this time.
“It’s probably nothing.” She said to herself.
She went back to what she was doing as loud sounds from outside occasionally rung through the neighborhood, not fazing her whatsoever. As soon as ‘American Idol’ was over, Blake went upstairs to her bedroom to change out of her jeans and sweater. She took off and threw her clothes down and walked towards her closet to find her pajamas. Her bra fell to the ground as she unhooked it before pulling her panties down. She now stood naked in front of her mirror, stopping to admire her body as she blindly fingered her way through the closet to find what she would be wearing.
She pulled out a pair of pink sweatpants and a white tank top. Her doorbell rang as she started to re-dress herself; she was confused as to who could be at the door as she was not expecting company. She quickly got dressed as the doorbell began to ring.
“I’ll be right there!” She yelled out as the bell continued to ring. “Calm the fuck down, I’ll be right down!” She yelled, this time angrier.
She made her way to the door and opened it before jumping back as she noticed who it was.
“Ken! What the fuck are you doing here!? Did you forget about the restraining order!?” She screamed; half angry, half scared.
Blake had gotten a restraining order against Ken Redman a year ago after she constantly found him following her home, walking around her house while she was there, and staring at her while she slept through the window. Every time she noticed him, he would wave at her and mouth “I love you” to her. She began to fear for her life when she came home one day and found him relaxing on her bed while holding a knife. She was able to escape before he could do anything and promptly called the police. She got her restraining order, requiring him to stay 100 feet away at all times.
“I have missed you so much my darling.” He stared at her hair. “I see you dyed your hair back to blonde, shame I loved that ginger color it was.” He reached out to touch it, but she slapped his hand away.
“Look you fucking asshole, you have to stay 100 feet away from me. If you turn around right now I won’t call the cops. Just leave you sick bastard!” Her heart was racing.
“Come on my little Blake, why won’t you just give our love a chance?” He said with a smile.
“There is no love, you’re a fucking freak.” She yelled back.
“That’s not very nice! What happened to you, what happened to my sweet little Blake?”
“I’m not your little Blake, I’m not your little ANYTHING! I’m calling the cops Ken!” She turned to walk towards the phone when she heard footsteps behind her and felt something cold against the back of her head. She realized now that he had a pistol aimed at her.
“I’m tired of your little games Blake, I’ve wanted to prove to you my love for over a year now and I’m tired of you avoiding me!” She began to tear up as his voice rose louder. “Now, I hope you will be a good little girl because I don’t WANT to hurt you, but if you don’t do what I say…then I WILL hurt you.”
“Please, don’t do this. Please Ken, please don’t hurt me” She was fighting back tears as she still felt the barrel of the gun pressed against her skull. “Take my money, take whatever you want just please let me go.”
“You don’t understand I don’t want your money or your things; I want your body.” He reached his hand around her and grabbed her breast as she broke down crying. “And I will get what I want.”
Blake was now openly crying as he led her upstairs to her bedroom and shoved her down on the bed. She curled into a ball and closed her eyes.
“You will do everything I tell you to…” He f***ed the gun into her mouth “…or I’ll spread your bl**d and brains all over this bed. You understand!?” She nodded before he got up, closed the blinds and turned on the lights.
Ken began to undress, tossing his shirt and pants across the room. He yanked down his underwear, exposing his eight-inch cock to the frightened actress. He placed the gun on the bedside table and crawled on the bed towards her.
“Open your mouth Blake.” He said calmly as she opened up.
He placed the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue and slowly moved it back and forth. A look of disgust came to her face as the taste of his cock filled her mouth. He began to slowly insert more of himself into her until he hit the opening to her throat. She gagged when she felt her esophagus fill with his hard meat. He started fucking her faster and faster until it started to hurt her. The tears running down her eyes didn’t stop Ken, instead turned him on more. He thought that there was nothing sexier than a woman crying in pain.
He grabbed at the straps of her tank top and tore them. He pulled the torn straps down over her body until her breasts popped out of the shirt.
“Oh, how I’ve craved to see your beautiful rack for so long Blakey.” She hated being called that name, but could do nothing to stop him.
She tried to cover her bare chest with her hands, until Ken raised his fist above her. She placed her hands back down on the bed and closed her eyes, still choking on the cock in her mouth. He slapped and pinched at the decent-sized breasts that hung over the torn shirt.
In her mind, Blake was wishing he would either finish or kill her. This was by far the worst night she had ever experienced and just wanted it to end. She realized, however, that he wasn’t close to being done when she felt his hand pressing against her pussy. She felt the seam of the sweatpants brush against her clit, a feeling she absolutely did not want. A brief shot of pleasure ran through the actress’s body. She felt the fabric enter her as he pushed into her.
Blake began to squirm around the bed as she felt her most sacred area violated by this man whom she hated. She would beg him to stop, but her mouth was still filled with his rock solid cock.
“What’s the matter Blakey, you enjoying when I touch your filthy cunt? I can tell by the damp spot that’s forming.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth to let her answer.
She wanted to scream and curse at him until she remembered that there was a gun sitting on the table.
“Yes sir.” She said in a defeated voice.
“Good!” He yelled at her. “Now stand up and take those ugly fucking pants off.”
She looked up at him with her tear-filled eyes and saw the creepy look on his face. She slowly made her way to her feet and turned her back to him.
“No, no. Turn around and look me in the eyes while you do it.” She sighed and turned around.
She was now standing in front of him, her breasts hanging over her ripped tank top and a wet spot on the crotch of her pink sweatpants. While looking him in the eye, she put her thumbs in the waist of her pants and slowly pulled them down. She knelt down; eyes still locked on his, until her pants were at her ankles. After stepping out of the pants, she went to cover her pussy bit stopped since she knew it would anger him. She was embarrassed as he stared at her cunt, embarrassed because she hadn’t shaved in over a week and had a light patch of hair above it.
“I knew you didn’t fucking shave. Dirty sluts like yoyu don’t shave their cunts.” She gave him a dirty look as he laughed. “Take the rest of that shirt off!” He commanded.
Blake pulled the remains down her body until they were at her ankles and, again, stepped out of them. She was now completely naked in front of her stalker, a position she prayed that she would never be in. Ken sat down on the end of the bed, still admiring the amazing body of his victim.
“Come over here and sit on my lap Blakey.” She again got irritated at that name, the name her mother called her in front of her friends when she was younger all the time, embarrassing her.
She walked towards him and slowly planted her ass on his lap, making sure not to make contact with his bulging cock. She stared forward into space as he began sucking on her breasts that were now at eye level. He made several sucking noises as his mouth popped off it. He massaged the left breast while his mouth abused the right one. As much as Blake hated what was happening to her, her natural urges kicked in and she could feel her pussy moistening up again. Ken instantly smelled the sweet smell coming from her hole.
“Finger yourself.” He whispered in her ear.
Blake instantly moved her hand to her crotch and started rubbing her clit, knowing that she didn’t have a choice. After a few seconds of rubbing, she let her middle finger slip in and fill her tight snatch. She softly moaned once her whole finger found its way in, slipping in easily with the amount of juices that were flowing. She closed her eyes and imagined that Ken was a different man, one that she actually liked. He began to softly kiss her neck and lightly pinch her nipples as she drifted off to her own little world.
Her bliss was quickly taken away when Ken bit down hard on her cheeks, causing her to scream out.
“What the fuck was that for!?” She yelled at him.
He slapped her hard, knocking her off his lap and onto the floor.
“I will do whatever the fuck I want…like this!” He stomped down on her hand.
She let out a glass-shattering scream as she felt and heard the bones in her hand snap in multiple pieces. He dragged her off the ground and threw her back on the bed. He took her broken hand and wrapped it around his throbbing cock and furiously jerked himself off. She was bawling in pure pain as her broken hand was being used as his own personal sex toy. Blake could feel the broken bones in her hand shifting around, stabbing at her skin and muscles. He did this for about five minutes until his hand grew tired. Blake’s hand was tossed hard at her face, causing her to backhand herself in the jaw.
The pain that Blake felt was the most intense she had ever felt. She could feel and see her swollen hand pulsating in front of her. Ken crawled on top of her and placed the head of his cock at her pussy opening, which was nowhere near as wet as a few minutes ago. He held her wrists above her head, with his thumb digging into her hand, as he inched his way inside her. She could feel the wide, eight-inch rod stretch her vaginal walls as he f***ed every inch inside.
The pain in her hand, coupled with the pain of her pussy stretching, f***ed her to gasp and cringe as he started fucking her slowly. Ken didn’t keep his pace slow for long. Within thirty seconds he was furiously pounding; the sounds of his balls slamming against her ass filled the room. She in too much pain to moan or cry, which was somewhat disappointing to Ken but he quickly forgot about it and admired what he was doing. His mission in life for the last few years was to fuck Blake Lively, a goal he can now say he accomplished.
The pain in Blake’s pussy was quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure as she adjusted to his monster cock. The pain in her hand however was still intense as Ken continued to dig his thumb against the broken bones. She got a sudden relief when he released grip from her hand to flip her over. He f***ed her on her hands and knees and launched back into her sloppy cunt, fucking her doggy-style. He grabbed onto her shoulders and slammed his large meat into her at a rapid pace. The moans that he had hoped for finally began to fill the room. Blake had fought hard to ignore it, but could no longer hold back the pleasure that was rushing throughout her body.
She put her head down on the bed, with the pain in her hand being too intense to lean on, and arched her back as he continued abusing her cunt. Her pussy was getting increasingly wet, noted by the sounds of Ken’s dick splashing its way in and out of her.
“You’re getting really wet Blakey. You’re starting to like this aren’t you?”
She wanted to scream ‘no’ in his face, but she was getting lost in how amazing she was feeling.
“Answer me Blake! Are you starting to like this or not?”
“Yes.” She said very quietly.
“What was that Blakey?” He asked as he slowed his pace.
“Yes.” She said, slightly louder.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes!” She yelled out. “I fucking love it!”
The answer seemed to shock Ken at first, and he stopped fucking her.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yes, I hate myself for liking it but I do. I like it. Keep fucking me you bastard!”
He didn’t need to hear it twice and started fucking her at a rapid pace once again. She bucked her hips and fucked him back as the sounds of the two moaning filled the room, covering the noise of Ken’s balls slapping against Blake’s clit.
“Oh yes Ken, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want to cum all over your big meaty cock!”
Blake could feel an orgasm building within herself. She was practically begging him to fuck her harder. Ken worried that he might hurt his back with how hard he was pounding her, but it didn’t faze him enough to stop.
“Oh Ken, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your big fucking cock. Oh fuck. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh!”
Blake’s body started convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She buried her face into the bed, arched her back, and screamed at the top of her lungs. She could already feel her juices running down her legs and onto the bed.
Ken pulled out of her after she relaxed and flipped her back on her back. She crawled her way towards the headboard of the bed, placing her head on the pillow.
“I want you to cum all over my face baby.” She told him with a devilish smile.
He crawled on to her chest and started to jerk off at a lightning pace. He knew that he wasn’t going to hold on much longer, so he placed the head on her cheek; readying for the inevitable. She opened her mouth, waiting to taste his sweet sticky cum.
“I’m gonna cum!” He yelled out as he looked up at the ceiling, ready to shoot his load on her face.
“Look at me Ken, look at me when you cum on me.” She commanded him.
His whole body shook as he exploded on her face. String after string of cum coated the actresses face, several landing in her hair. The last few drops landed in her mouth as he closed his eyes and shook the remains out.
“Ken?” She asked him, trying to get his attention. “I have a surprise for you.”
He looked down at her and heard a loud “BANG!” He saw the pistol he had brought in Blake’s hand, smoke coming from the barrel. He looked down and saw bl**d gushing from his stomach. Blake had shot him in the abdomen. He fell down on the bed as Blake stood up.
“You actually believed that I was enjoying that you fucking cocksucker?!” She yelled at him. “You forgot that I act for a living didn’t you!”
“Blake please, you have to call for help. I think I’m dying.” The pain he was feeling was immense.
“No shit Ken. You could have just left me alone but you had to come here. You broke into my house, threatened to kill me and then you fucking ****d me!” She shot him again in the stomach. “You fucking ****d me!”
“I’m sorry Blake…I love you!”
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done that you sick bastard. See you in hell you bastard!” She put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger, killing him instantly.
Blake dropped the gun, it landing next to his dead hand. She scooped the cum off her face and wiped it off on his hair. She immediately called 911 and told them she was ****d and that she killed her attacker afterwards. The police questioned her and let her go, ruling Ken’s death an act of self-defense.