Milly snapped back to the present as though a bucket of ice dropped on her. "Wha, oh, uh-huh. Oh...yes, thanks. I'm so glad you like it." Milly primped her pink and white summer dress. It had spaghetti thin shoulder straps. The bottom of her dress was short, ending at her midthigh with a border of pink lace. Her blonde hair was cut short, above her shoulders. Her features were almost aristocratic. She looked like she could be from the British Royal Family.
The man holding the camera moved closer towards her. His hand reached out and lightly cupped her cheek. Milly felt his thumb glide down her jawline to her chin. He slowly brushed her pink lips with his finger. His thumb gently slid in between her lips. Milly's tongue felt his digit gliding, and her saliva made his skin increasingly wet.
"Do you like me inside your mouth, Milly?" In a well-experienced motion, the man withdrew his thumb from her mouth, and his hand slid down her neck and smoothly pushed the strap off her shoulder. "Mmm, such firm, perky breasts." His hand groped her left tit over her bra. "I can feel that your nipple is enjoying this. Pull up your dress and lie back."
Milly's breath quickened a bit. Her face was starting to flush. She reclined on the sofa and pulled up the hem of her short skirt, revealing bright pink underwear.
"Oh, your panties are so cute." The stranger's fingers slowly approached her crotch. Milly glanced down nervously. She'd never been groped by a stranger. It had a strange sense of excitement to it. Her lower lip quivered ever so slightly, as she felt the initial pressure of two fingertips gently touching her aroused labia over the cotton fabric of her underwear. The man zoomed in on the camera as his fingers pushed aside the crotch of her panties. "Ahh, yeah, such cute little pussy lips, Milly. And fully shaved, too."
The man rested the camera at the edge of the sofa, the camera harness supporting it was around his neck. He leaned in by Milly's ear. Milly felt his lips just brushing her neck. He whispered, "You want to be a big star, babygirl?"
Milly didn't answer at first. The strangers fingers massaging her excited pussy folds had her preoccupied. He inserted just his middle finger, and the entrance of her delicate quim latched on. "Oh jeezus, you are such a tight little beauty. You're going to be so popular in our videos. After we've shot a half-dozen or so, you'll definitely have a baby inside you. Just like sweet Emma."
Milly's emotions were being overwhelmed with arousal. It had been over a year since she'd had sex. Masturbating and using her vibrator sufficed, but she had none of this level of raw sexual arousal. Milly's tight, young body had been aching to get fucked. Then there was a knock on the door. It took a moment for Milly to realize someone was outside the room. The man with the camera was already walking over to the door.
"Milly, today being so special as your first time with us, I have a big surprise for you. You see, today you won't be getting violated by just anyone. Our secret benefactors have taken a keen business interest in you, just as they did with Gal Gadot, Margot Robbie, Scarlet Johannson, and so many others. So they've arranged a special celebrity whom you're going to get royally fucked by."
The cameraman opened the door.
The new guest greeted him, "Dude! How ya been, man?"
Milly watched a very tall man step through the doorway in heavily worn biker boots. His long hair was wildly windblown. His unkempt beard didn't hide his wide smile or unabashed laughter. He was tanned and bristled with energy. His white tank-top and blue jeans belied his muscled physique.
"Milly, let me introduce you to..." said the cameraman, turning towards her.
Milly came to her senses and shrieked in unbridled joy, "Jason Mamoa!!" She didn't realize her left shoulder was bare with her bra exposed. As she jumped off the couch, the hem of her dress fell down to cover her crotch.
Mamoa slapped the cameraman on his shoulder and walked over to Milly. "Oh, hey, so awesome to meet you! I'm Jason."
Without turning, he called to the man, "Hey, how about some Guinness, bro?" Mamoa's smile had such a lust for life that Milly almost got naked then and there. Milly felt like such a schoolgirl, as his manly physique towered over her. In Milly's mind, she saw flashbacks of Game of Thrones with Khal Drogo plowing virgin Daenerys from behind.
"Mr. Mamoa, I'm such a huge..." Before she could get all the words out, Mamoa planted a big kiss on her mouth. Milly had never kissed a man that was fully bearded. But there was no mistaking his hungry, full lips. Milly didn't even realize how effortlessly Mamoa lifted her petite frame off the floor. Her hands came up, and she held Mamoa's large head. Her soft lips felt his tongue, and her mouth opened. His tongue tasted of peppermint and black licorice. It snaked into her mouth, and her hands began to caress his long hair, her fingers entwining and getting lost in his wild mane. Mamoa's left arm held her up against him. Milly felt his large right hand at her hip. It slid up and inside her frock and pulled her panties down her legs.
Suddenly, Milly was hoisted up almost above his head. She was repositioned with her thighs hanging over Mamoa's broad, muscled shoulders. Leaving her crotch laid bare for his eager mouth. Milly started to go wild at the sensations from his beard caressing her bare-naked nether region. Mamoa's mouth went to work on her tender little quim. No man had ever done anything like this to her before. Mamoa's hands adjusted and readjusted her pelvis at various angles. His mouth explored every nook and cranny of her cunt, her pink taint, and her puckered asshole. Milly felt sensations she had never experienced before. By the time, Mamoa lowered her trembling body, Milly had just been rocked by her second orgasm. As her feet touched the floor, his hands pulled off her dress in one motion.
As the room came into focus, Milly found herself in the bedroom. Mamoa placed her on her back at the bed's corner edge. The cameraman had handed him a large bottle of Guinness. In between swigs of the draft, Mamoa's other hand unbuckled his jeans. He pushed them, along with his knit boxers, down to his ankles. Milly's eyes got bigger and bigger at the sight of his growing erection moving towards her. Milly moaned, as she felt the thick, firm cock rub against her moist pussy lips. She placed her hands on her bare breasts, and squeezed. A deep, unrelenting carnal urge within her was begging to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Her pussy was the focus of all her senses, as her labia became fully engorged from the arousal. Milly's tiny pink clitoris pulsed in anticipation for what was to come next.
Mamoa's dark caramel hued phallus had hardened like a trident. His shaft was glistening from rubbing back and forth on Milly's dripping cunt juices. Milly looked up wide-eyed and saw Mamoa drip some Guinness onto the huge, swollen crown of his cock. His engorged tip seemed too wide and big to fit into her tiny entrance. He flashed his camera favorite devilish grin again. Milly braced herself, feeling as though she was about to be mounted and fucked by a wild stallion. The initial pressure as he began to breach her was unlike anything Milly had ever felt. For one, Milly Alcock had never been with a man so endowed. As impressive as that was, there was also Mamoa's natural strength from years of swimming, surfing, and kayaking against the waves of the Pacific Ocean.
The Hawaiian sex machine was going to fuck her sweet little body with the force of an unleashed Kraken. Milly's ass-cheeks were cupped in the palms of his massive hands. He had full control of her pelvis, and he used that to angle her pussy as he saw fit to allow precise penetration. He plowed and expanded her canal in almost every angle.
Milly's groans and squeals filled the room. Oh, uhn--oah, shi-i-i-it! You're so---sooo fucking..bi-i-i-i-ig! Aaeeuunnnh!" Milly's hands tightly gripped the bedding. Mamoa's rampant phallus was only half shaft inside past her stretched and swollen cunt lips. Milly felt waves of pleasure and pain culminate into raw lust as his monster began to piston her petite cunny.
"Baby, rub your clit." It was more than a suggestion from him. Nonetheless, Milly was grateful for his experience. Because playing with her clitt distracted her just enough so as he...
Milly's head shook side to side as she screamed, "Aaaoohhnnn, ahhnn, aaeeiinh, baby...!"
Milly felt tortured by painful pleasures as he reamed her deeper and harder. Mamoa's cock had gone deeper than Milly had ever been fucked in her life. Two simultaneous orgasms rocked Milly, as her thorax gasped for air, and her limbs shook.
"Holy sheeaaiiit!" Mamoa howled towards the camera. "This tender pussy is tighter than Emilia Clark or Emma What's-her-name!"
The video camera recorded every bit of the wet sexual sounds, "squassch" and "squissschhh," mixed with the slapping of moist flesh. Milly's screams of pleasure were a first for her. It only escalated from there. After twenty minutes of slow, deliberate, precise stroking, Mamoa's pelvic gyrations drove him almost balls deep inside her. Milly's pelvic floor was finally able to accommodate near-full penetration without it feeling too painful. Milly was fully impaled on Mamoa's erection as he picked her up off the bed.
Their sex drenched sweat was making their skin stick to each other. "You feel me inside you, darlin'? You feelin this Hawaiian spear?" His bold words urged Milly's desires even further.
The young blonde hungered for Mamoa's mouth again. Their tongues battled as his large hands moved her hips, causing her dripping-wet cunt to slide up and down his meaty pole. Her labia lips were now a dark pink from being stretched to capacity. Milly's cunt cream was lathering all over his gorgeous muscled, veiny shaft. This time, Milly was whining as a very large orgasm was crescendoing from deep in her perineum. While standing, Mamoa used his arms to anchor and stretch her thighs wide open to either side of his hips. This allowed him total command of her pelvis with a swinging effect. He was practically masturbating using her cunt to massage his tip, and half-shaft, and full shaft with varied depth and speed.
Then Mamoa just went buck-wild. "Hold tight darlin'. You're getting fucked hard and deep!" He kept a firm grip on her apple-bottom ass-cheeks, as he slammed her crotch onto his entire length. In unison, his powerful hips speared his meat trident into her vulnerable baby canal. Milly held on for dear life, suffering the thrusts of his erect beast. Mamoa sheathed and unsheathed his wet, glistening veiny dick with growing speed and force. The full load of his pendulous jizz sack slapped against Milly's clenched virgin anus. Milly constant shrieking of pleasure subsided as she started to go limp from exhaustion. Mamoa's fucking power was relentless. The standing pulverizing of Milly Alcock went on uninterrupted for at least twenty more minutes. Milly's orgasm erupted in her loins, almost instantly numbing her brain, leaving her spent and draped on his muscled frame.
Mamoa gave her a few minutes of respite before resuming his siege on her battered little cunt. He turned Milly into a well-used pussy, and his cock didn't let her forget that he owned her now. By the time Mamoa finally climaxed from serving out consensual pussy battery, Milly was weeping from orgasms and begging him to fill her womb with his thick, virile penis "colada."
Act two of two
Meanwhile in Miami.
Olivia Holt is succulently gorgeous. She's a multi-talented actress and singer. She can pass for the girl next door or a Texas high school prom queen. Looking at her pouty lips, sultry eyes, perky tits, and round ass, she could easily be your sexual nymph. She recently celebrated her twenty-fourth birthday. As an actress, she's pretty good. But pretty good doesn't get you an Emmy or an Oscar. Hell nowadays, unless you're showing tits and ass, it doesn't even get you a Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Award. The little perverts are horned up and chock full of ADD.
But Olivia wasn't a sucker. She knew that success, bona fide success, required taking huge risks if she was ever going to grab that brass ring.
Olivia had gone out with Lucas Goldstein a few times. After being fortunate enough to have been inside of Olivia's deliciously velvet pussy a couple of times, Lucas had been trying to lock down the best sex he'd ever had. When practically begging to be an exclusive couple didn't work out for Lucas, he schemed for them both to be seen at celebrity hotspots. Lucas hoped that TMZ or Inside Edition would spot them and start rumors of them being a couple.
Lucas wasn't a bad guy. He was nice, generous, cute, and came from a successful Jewish family who were well connected in the industry. But as a man-boy of today's youth, Lucas was both insecure and immature at twenty-six years of age. What Olivia really yearned for was a rugged, masculine man. A guy that was rough around the edges, maybe even a bit of mileage, but also no-nonsense. Not a pretty Ivy-League-or-prep-school momma's-boy. Olivia's window of opportunity to get her career in the fast lane was peaking. So she had to make a bold decision. Olivia met Lucas for a pity lunch on South Beach. She was honest and didn't want to lead him on or make promises. She flat-out told him her career came first. She couldn't offer him more than casual friendship. As expected, Lucas was thrilled just not to be told to jump off a cliff. He was going to play the long game and hoped to become a close friend and confidant to her. That would eventually really get Olivia to fall for him. Then she'd be his. Yeah, that always worked for guys who were friend-zoned.
