Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Oh, Captain!
Starring Brie Larson
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral
*****
Brie slammed the door to her trailer, storming inside angrily. She was frustrated. With herself mostly. Twelve times they had gone through that scene and she had botched every one. During each reset, she had tried to psych herself up. All her usual methods failed. Finally, the directors had called for a break in filming and taken her aside. Take a few minutes and collect yourself, they said. She stormed back to her trailer, the Captain Marvel logo plastered across it, as she didn't have enough pressure on her already. She needed to relax and focus, so she slumped down on the couch. The leather of her outfit squeaked loudly against the leather of the sofa as she took several deep breathes. Meditation and controlled breathing were always a surefire way to calm herself. Centering herself, she breathed in and out. Several minutes later and she stood up, pacing. It was not working. Not today. A scream of frustration tore from between her lips.
"What I really need is a good lay."
Not one second later there was a knock at her trailer door. A muffled voice called out to her.
"Ms. Larson? It's Jim Thompson, I'm a PA. I just wanted to see if you needed anything?"
Jim. Jim. Jim.
Why did that name ring a bell? She pondered for a moment before it hit her. Just the other day one of the makeup artists had been talking about this production assistant. She'd gone home with him after hanging out at a bar. Apparently, he had rocked her fucking world. A big dick and he knew how to use it, if the story was to be believed. Well, Sharon was a tiny little thing. She was probably satisfied with every medium pecker that came her way. Brie was a different story. And in that moment, she had a new plan to relax.
"Come in!" She called back, throwing her red and blue leather gloves to the ground.
Jim opened the door hesitantly and marched up the short steps into the trailer, closing the door with a click behind him.
"Ms. Larson. What can I do for you?"
Brie eyed him up and down, surveying the goods. By any standard, he was attractive. Tall, fit, strong jawline, pretty eyes. There was even a satisfactory bulge as her eyes lingered at his crotch, trying to determine what lay beneath the denim.
"Jim is it?"
"Jim Thompson. Yes, Ms. Larson."
"I've heard a rumor about you Jim." She said slyly. He looked puzzled, shrugging in confusion. "From one of the makeup girls."
He shifted uncomfortably as he started to put the pieces together. "I'm good friends with a lot of the crew.
"Sharon in particular?" She cocked one eyebrow at him and smirked, watching him squirm beneath her questioning.
"Sharon is...a very nice girl." He said, his mouth suddenly very dry.
"Relax Jim." Brie moved in close so they only stood inches apart. "Thing is, I need to focus and my mind is buzzing right now. Meditation didn't help. Sex always does." He gulped audibly. "That is if you can get me off, which I've heard you happen to be pretty good at."
"I...I do alright." He stammered.
"Let me make one thing clear, Jim. I'm asking you, as a woman, to have sex. Not as your boss. No strings attached, no ulterior motives. I just want a good fuck, preferably right now so I can back out and finish that damn scene. What do you say?"
"Well Ms. Larson." Jim said, finally finding his footing and confidence returning. "As a man who finds you quite attractive. And who technically doesn't work for you. I say hell yes."
"Call me Brie." She said, planting her lips on his. He dropped his clipboard. Pulling back from the wet, sloppy lip-locking, she said, "Actually. Just call me Captain."
"Aye aye, Captain."
Grinning, she kissed him again. Her tongue darting forward to explore the far reaches of his mouth. Embracing her tightly, the kissing quickly descended into a competitive match of tonsil tennis. Normally Brie liked a fair bit of kissing and rolling around beforehand, but not today. Today she needed to get off. Her hands scrabbled at the back of her super suit, trying desperately to find the zipper and release herself from the leather prison. Pulling her lips off of him, she spun around, whipping a few of her blonde locks against his chiseled features.
"Help me outta this damn thing."
He grabbed her, desperately searching for the zipper. It took a minute to undo the costume, but with a hearty tug he got it apart. Brie started to extract herself from of the outfit. It looked good, but damn was it hard to get out of. Jim stepped back trying to not touch himself as the actress stripped in front of him. Kicking the leather outfit away and now scantily clad only in the tightest of sportswear, she eyed him. Her muscular body glimmered with a thin sheen of sweat after a hard day's work in the hot sun. It only made her look hotter.
"Don't just watch me. Get undressed." She said, indicating for Jim to disrobe.
Hurriedly, he began to undo his own pants, tearing off his belt with a snap and jumping out of his jeans. He peeled his shirt off, revealing the nice, sturdy six pack underneath. In a flash, he was only in his boxers, the bulge now easily visible. A nice big, girthy shaft ending in a fat mushroom head, all straining against the thin fabric. Sharon hadn't been lying. He was big. Now she would see if he knew how to use it. In a flash, her own undergarments were off. Naked before him, she stood with a hand on each hip, utterly confident in herself. And she had every right to be. Petite, but perky breasts, each topped off with a very pink, very pointy nipple. A smooth-shaven pussy peaked out from between her legs, the lips equally as pink as her nipples. The evidence of her time at the gym was clearly carved into every toned and fit muscle on her naked body. Jim stood slack-jawed as his cock gave a throb.
"Lay down." She said, the authority clear in her tone.
"Yes Captain." He said, quickly falling down to the floor.
The scratchy fibers of the carpet rubbed against his back as she got on all fours and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. With super strength, she tore the fabric as they came off and his cock sprang into view. Her head descended between his legs, mouth opened wide. She took the thick head of his meaty prick between her lips, tongue swirling and lapping at the veiny underbelly. Entertaining herself by suckling on the head, it wasn't long before her lips slipped further and further down the shaft. Each bob of her blonde head took in more cock as Jim watched in awe. He reached a hand to brush away the flaxen locks that fell, obscuring her face as she blew him, but she batted his hand away. Taking him deep and pressing her nose against his pubic region, she gurgled enjoying the feeling of a big hard prick thrust down her gullet. Locking eyes with him, she held him there. Coming up for air, she released him, leaving behind several long strings of saliva connected to his hefty schlong.
Giving his cock a few solid strokes with a flick of her wrist, she said "How are you eating pussy?"
"I've never heard any complaints." Jim said, eager to prove his words true.
Brie stood up, towering over him and squatted over his head. Presenting her pretty pink pussy lips, they were glistening with arousal, ripe for licking. Jim immediately went to town. Brie laid down on top of him, getting on her knees as she lowered her twat to his eager mouth. Now in a 69 position, he jammed his tongue in and out of her many velvety folds. He could taste the sweat gathered there from a long day on set. It mixed with her arousal juices to make a wonderfully potent cocktail. She groaned with satisfaction as she felt his tongue work its magic while his hands groped her tight buttocks, squeezing it tight. His thick slab of meat stood tall in front of her as she enveloped it again. Swallowing it down, she reached down to fondle his heavy bollocks, rolling the fleshy marbles between her fingers. His lips rubbed against hers as he tongued her clit. Grinding her hips, she rode his face while sucking harder on his ding-dong. He jerked upwards, forcing more of himself into her skilled mouth, which she took like a hero. His entire cock was hidden from view, inside of her mouth as she slurped and gagged over the prick lodged in her throat. The pair of them pressed harder into each other, writhing on the floor like a pair of rutting animals. Finally, Brie couldn't stand it anymore. She needed to fuck. Sitting up straight and letting Jim get a few last licks, she shuffled down his body and lined up his stiff wet prick with her sopping twat. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his expression as she sank down on top of him. His features twisted as he felt himself immersed inside of her. Brie released a pent-up breath as she felt his fat dick fill her up.
"Yeeessss..." She hissed.
Leaning forward, Brie grabbed onto his toned legs and using her knees, started bouncing, riding his cock. Jim grabbed onto her hips, guiding her down with each powerful thrust onto his dick. Her fit bottom slammed into his pelvis with every second. The impact rippled through the cheeks as he clutched them tight, pulling them apart to get a glimpse at her dark butthole.
"Thrust man!" Brie called out. "Use those hips!"
Jim bent his knees and planted his feet firmly on the floor. At her command, he started jackhammering upwards. Brie continued her downwards trajectory and their genitals clashed together, banging hard into one another.
"Yeah! THAT'S IT!" Brie exclaimed as she felt his cock drive even deeper into her cunt. "That big fucking cock! YES!"
They worked in tandem, smacking groins together, as Jim gripped tighter and tighter on Brie's hip until he holding her place. Ceasing her exertions, she let Jim thrust upwards wildly with ball-smacking force, pummeling her cunt with every inch of his sizable rock-hard prick. She let him bang away until he was panting like an Olympic sprinter.
"Stop." Brie commanded, worried he would tire himself out too soon.
And stop he did. She extracted herself from his prick. It glistened in the light, drenched with her fluids. Spinning around, she sheathed him inside of her once again.
"Let's get a look at that pretty face." She said, squeezing his cheeks and staring at him with pure lust.
Brie grabbed each of his arms in a vice-like grip and slammed them against the carpeted floor, holding them above his head.
