Scarjo's Fuc-My-Fan Contest

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SCARLETT JOHANSSON FUCK-MY-FAN CONTEST PART II

Tuesday March 14th - 8:30 a.m.

The moment my camera started rolling, I knew we were making history in the realms of both Hollywood and Porn. The first 30 minutes of our shoot, however, were pretty uneventful I must admit. The majority of it went into getting our special guest, Jackson Days, comfortable enough to participate in our pre-sex interview. When he did participate, he would respond to our questions with one-word answers. He was nervous. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, and I couldn't blame him. He was minutes away from literally realizing his ultimate fantasy. I'm sure anyone would be as anxious as he was.

As the interview continued, I noticed he was dabbing sweat off of his forehead. I wouldn't be surprised if his pits had stains if I were to ask him to raise his arms. The AC in the room we were in was at a cool 62 degrees, but that didn't stop Jackson from sweating like a pig.

The interview questions were meant to be simple and fun, yet he was treating them as if it were an SAT exam. I was asking him questions such as:

"How old are you?"

"When did you start jerking to Scarlett?"

"What's your favorite part of her body?"

"Where do you wanna unload on her today?"

Simple right? Well, for Jackson, apparently not. He was stammering and was trying to justify every statement he made.

"I'd love to...um...uh...

Maybe I could ummm...

Maybe, like...

I don't know...

If she wanted me to I could maybe unload on her tits

...maybe if she was into that

...if not it's okay..."

After what probably seemed like an eternity for him, I decided the lad had suffered enough. Anymore of that hard thinking and he might have a stroke I thought.

I didn't want to prolong his anticipation much more. It had already been hours since I first picked him up from when he was walking to school.

I cleared my throat, turned my head to the closed door of the bedroom, and then looked back at Jackson with a smile. A genuine smile. I was actually excited for him. I know from first hand experience Scarlett is an expert cock sucker; and I can only imagine how much more he was going to enjoy her mouth, given how obsessed he is with her.

"All right, Jackson. Your dream woman, Scarlett Johansson, is standing right behind that door there." I pointed to the door as if he needed direction of where to look. I made the decision to continue saying her full name, as I noticed the pure sound of it excited him.

"As soon as I give the signal, Scarlett Johansson will waltz right in here and we can get started. Are you ready to meet Scarlett Johansson?"

Jackson's eyes widened, I noticed his chubby fingers alternated between drumming against the edge of the bed where he sat, and clutching onto the sheets. His breathing got heavier, heart was probably racing. He opened his mouth to say, "yeah," but nothing came out. He quickly nodded to show his answer.

I smirked.

"Ms Scarlett Johansson?" I called out.

"I'm here!" Her deep, husky, sensual voice projected from the other side of the door. I think Jackson stopped breathing at this point. The room fell still...

"We're ready for you!" I said.

Jackson's eyes were locked onto the bedroom door - focusing on it as if he needed to monitor every molecule that it was composed of. He swallowed audibly. Hundreds, no thousands, maybe millions of men have dreamed of being in the position Jackson was in now. I mean, Jackson had Hollywood's sexiest woman get on a plane and fly 6 hours in order to put his dick inside of her...

Hollywood's icon, sex symbol, Avenger, woke up this morning, and literally drove to the airport, went through TSA, put her credit card down for an AirBnB, all to taste and slobber Jackson's 18 year old nuts...

Sure she was doing it for her OnlyFans account...but she could've chosen any of the thousands of submissions that went her way.

But she didn't.

At the end of the day, what it really comes down to is the fact that she wanted Jackson's spunk for this video and Jackson's spunk alone...

Yeah...that's why Jackson probably couldn't believe what he was experiencing...the cliche, "pinch me I must be dreaming," comes to mind when I think of this moment for him.

Finally, the knob turned and the door creaked open slowly. I had my back towards the door but I knew the exact moment Scarlett Johansson made herself visible because Jackson's jaw dropped involuntarily.

THE Scarlett Johansson stepped into the room. Scarlett Johansson in the flesh!

This wasn't a look-alike...

This wasn't his eyes admiring her beauty through a screen...

This image of Scarlett was not comprised of thousands of pixels...

This was the REAL Scarlett standing in the same room as Jackson. His eyes were locked onto her, dancing around her body, scanning a full view of her...

I'm honestly surprised he didn't faint.

Scarlett had successfully recreated her look from her Black Widow movie. Her red hair was brushed in the same style as it was in the movie posters. Her make-up was identical to what Marvel's team had produced for the film...the only difference was the suit. She wasn't wearing the expensive tight spandex leather that Disney has her jump into. Instead, she was wearing the cheaply made cloth jumpsuit from Walmart that Jackson had purchased for her...and that somehow made it all the more sexy.

It is important to emphasize that the cheap Walmart jumpsuit was all she was wearing. The tight cloth of the Walmart version of Black Widow's snow suit hugged Scarlett's eye popping curves. Her ass, her hips, her chest...since she wasn't wearing any panties her pubic hair from her landing strip was visible through the white seemingly transparent suit.

Furthermore, since she wasn't wearing a bra and the AC was cranked to 62 degrees, her nipples were clearly visible and poking out like nozzles from a syrup bottle. Those beautiful perfect nipples looked so fucking hard, a blind man would be able to see them...

"Hello, Jackson..." She spoke in what sounded like a sensual whisper. This whisper was paired with her famous side smirk. "Can I take a seat next to you?"

Jackson didn't answer...he couldn't answer. He was speechless.

Scarlett giggled and walked over to sit down next to him anyway. In a post-sex interview conducted later, Jackson revealed that the very moment Scarlett sat next to him, he was able to pick up on her delicious scent. Her body cream and perfume were intoxicating...fruity yet sophisticated...

I could tell that Jackson was beyond nervous/excited now.

"So, what do you think about our winner for the contest?" I ask Scarlett as I filmed the two of them sitting next to each other.

Jackson gasped as Scarlett suddenly wrapped her arm around him and cuddled up next to him. He was as awkward as a wet cardboard.

"He's...he's...wow! He's big!" She exhaled with a smile. "And hairy...and...you know, he kind of reminds me of a grizzly bear." She says and smiles at him as she rubs his stiff arm.

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT!" I couldn't help but blurt out. Scarlett and I shared a laugh. Jackson didn't make a sound. Not even a slight chuckle.

"We're not making fun of you, Jackson. We're complimenting you. We're very impressed by your size" Scarlett said directly to the timid winner with her famous smile. His breathing was deep and heavy as he turned to look at her. They locked eyes. I could see the soul leaving his body and getting lost in her stare...

Scarlett giggled without breaking eye contact with him.

"Jackson, bud, come on, you gotta say something." I commented as I watched him and Scarlett stare at each other.

"Um," we finally heard his voice say, "uh, this is unreal." He exhaled. "I'm sorry, I really don't know what to say...or what to do...or...is this really for real?

After another moment of silence, Scarlett smacked his shoulder lightly.

"All right, stand up." She said enthusiastically. "Let's see what we're working with here. Take off your shirt." She directed. Jackson looked confused at first, but then shot up to his feet like a marine following orders from his sergeant.

He lifted his shirt from the bottom up (his pits did have sweat stains I learned at this moment...I was right) first exposing his incredibly hairy belly, then his incredibly hairy chest until the shirt was off him completely. He tossed the shirt on the bed and stood topless in front of his dream woman...he took a sharp shuddering breath as I believe this made him feel self conscious. His fat gut stuck out and hung over his belt. His weight was pretty incredible...

"Fuck, you are huge..." Scarlett muttered. She moved her eyes from Jackson's body to the camera, "you think he's huge everywhere?" She asked as she raised both eyebrows at me.

"Well, you've seen the cum tributes. You should know." I tease.

"Well yeah, but sometimes a camera doesn't do the real thing justice, you know. Like-"

"Ain't that right..." Jackson muttered under his breath, stopping Scarlett in her tracks. It was almost as if he had thought out loud without meaning to.

She smiled at him big.

"What do you mean by that?" She giggled curiously despite her knowing exactly what he meant. How could she not know what he was referring to? His eyes were locked onto them...

Jackson suddenly got nervous all over again. Like a child who had accidentally said a curse word in front of his mom and dad.

"Uh...um...I was just..." He stumbled.

"She's asking curiously, my friend. It sounded like you were finally going to contribute to the conversation. She didn't get offended. Please. Share what you were going to say." I jumped in before Jackson could fumble his words even more.

Jackson's head whipped from Scarlett, to me, then back to Scarlett. He pointed with a chubby finger at her chest and swallowed.

"Your tits..." He said. "Um, they're...they're so much nicer in person."

Scarlett looked down at her own chest, as if she wasn't aware that she was packing basketball sized balloons there.

"Oh, these old things?" She said teasingly, cupping both of them in her hands, raising them up and then letting them fall. The jolt causing a delicious jiggle that made Jackson's mouth water. Scarlett repeated the movements. Cupping, fall, jiggle...

Cupping. Fall. Jiggle...

Cupping. Fall. Jiggle...

She aimed her stare at Jackson's face as she repeated these motions. She smiled and then giggled.

"Oh my goodness...you really are adorable..." She commented. "Come, sit next to me again."

Like a puppy dog, Jackson did as he was told. He sat next to Scarlett but his eyes never left her tits.

Silence...

Not a word was said as Jackson stared at Scarlett's chest for an extended period of time.

"Wanna grab them?" She asked casually.

"What?"

"Oh come on, you heard me. Here..." Scarlett said as she took charge and reached for Jackson's wrists and guided his palms to rest on each of her globes. Jackson gasped the moment his fingertips made contact with her famous big, round breasts. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, and like triggering a mouse trap...his hands squeezed onto Scarlett's melons.

"Don't act like this isn't the reason we're even here today" Scarlett said as her MILF tits got fondled by 18 year old hands.

I could tell by staring at Jackson's shorts that his cock was already full of blood...nice, hard, long, and thick. Jackson exhaled hard as he squeezed the firm yet oh-so soft tits. I can tell through his hand motions that he was weighing them...

Based on my own experiences, I can confirm they're a lot heavier than they seem. Scarlett must pack a lot of milk in her fat tits.

"Is...um...is it okay if I..."

"Stop asking and just do!" Scarlett said, "yes, yes, yes,yes yes, yes,yes,yes! Any question you might have for the next few hours the answer is yes!" Scarlett said as she inhaled deeply, enjoying Jackson's hands on her...

Jackson simply nodded, and not long after, his fingers slowly crept into the cleavage slit of the Black Widow costume. His fingertips were now feeling the bare skin on Scarlett's breasts. His fingers on both hands crawled to her cold/rock-hard nipples and pinched them...

"Mmmmm" Scarlett moaned in her heavy, husky voice. She closed her eyes and kept moaning as Jackson pinched and pulled at her pink nipples...

"Mmmm, now THIS is why I flew out here. Don't be so shy. Everything you want to do to me, I want it too...trust me..." She moaned.

As Jackson's hands continued to pinch Scarlett's nipples, her small, soft hands got busy making their way into Jackson's shorts where she was met by his belt. Her hands got to work as her fingers wasted no time in undoing the belt buckle. With every second that passed, her motions grew quicker until the belt completely slid off his waist. Scarlett's thumb and index finger then immediately fumbled at his zipper, the same way someone would fumble their keys when trying to unlock a door to get away from a monster...only in this situation, Scarlett was going towards the monster.

While both Scarlett's hands and Jackson's hands were occupied exploring each other's bodies, I noticed I had my attention fully on Jackson's reactions. Wanting to see how Scarlett's goddess type curves made him twitch, gasp, and tremble...

I was so occupied watching him, I hadn't noticed how Scarlett was reacting to his touch...while Jackson kneaded her milky white tits, her whole chest would heave up and down...up and down...

Her deep breaths were accompanied by soft moans with every exhale...

"Ho...ho...ho...mmmm"

I looked down at her crotch and saw that the cheap, Walmart Black Widow suit was already drenched in her pussy juices...a huge wet stain parked on the white fabric showing that she really really was turned on by this guy...

I felt my own cock twitch in my pants...

Later when I interviewed Scarlett about this experience, she told me that it was one of the sexiest sessions she's had with a man. The hunger, lust, and look of wonder in Jackson's eyes made her feel like the sexiest woman to ever exist. "Sometimes, to have good sex, just make your girl feel like everything she does is sexy." She commented.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson," Scarlett began to moan, "I chose you for this contest...I wanted you..."

At this point, Scarlett successfully slipped her hand into Jackson's warm boxer shorts...though the action was being covered by the underwear itself, I could tell she was jerking him...stroking up and down, squeezing his shaft, and rubbing the head with her thumb.

At the initial feel of her touch, Jackson's jaw dropped and he couldn't contain a loud, "OHHH FUCK!!" from his mouth.

"Say my name some more...oh fuck tell me this is real. Tell me this is real!" Jackson panted loudly.

"Jackson..." Scarlett complied. "This is very very real. You're squeezing Hollywood's best pair of tits right now." She moaned. "Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson! I chose you as my winner because you're so fucking sexy..." While she continued to jerk him, and he with his hands glued to her tits, Scarlett leaned in and started kissing his neck.

"I think you're so fucking hot...and I want you to fuck me so fucking bad." She said in her now incredibly breathy voice. She let go of her grip on his cock for a moment so both her hands could focus on peeling the Black Widow suit off of her body. She slipped out of the sleeves, making her completely topless as her beautiful, mouthwatering tits hung majestically before the 18 year old fan. I see Scarlett's tits almost every day, but every time she goes topless in front of me...it's like I'm seeing it for the first time. I, myself, am fully hard now.

I watch as Scarlett grabs one of Jackson's hands and directs it away from her tits and guides it to her crotch. She helps his hand slip in through the folds of the suit to have his fingertips make contact with her drenched pussy. I watch Jackson's breathing grow deeper as he has one hand squeezing her famous Hollywood tits, and the other one rubbing her pussy lips. It doesn't take Scarlett long to return her grip onto Jackson's throbbing man meat. Her lips immediately latch on to his neck again as she continues to talk dirty...

"I know the things you say about me..." She says...she picks up the pace of her jerking.

"I've heard you say what you want to do to me..." Scarlett moans as Jackson returns the favor...the faster Scarlett jerks him, the harder he fingers her hot soaking pussy...droplets of her juices splashing within the tight suit...

"I've heard you call me your dirty little fleshlight," Scarlett continued and began to taste his skin by giving his neck a nice long lick..."Jackson, I...I...I-OH FUCK!" She screamed, interrupting her own dirty talk as Jackson's meaty sausage-like fingers hit the right spot...

Scarlett's jaw dropped open and I could see her body stiffen up. My eyes darted to her perfect little feet and saw that her toes were starting to curl. "Oh, oh,oh...fuck...Jackson..." she moaned before letting loose.

"Do it," she breathed, "do it! I want you to do every nasty thing you've said you'd do to me on your online accounts" Scarlett's hips started to sway to help the motions in Jackson's wrists. "I want you to treat me like your little cum craving slut" She whimpered in between moans as her hand refused to loosen its grip on his dick...

Jackson slid his hand out of her soaking hot pussy and held her face in place by squishing her cheeks. He forced her to make eye contact with him...

"Use me like you said you would, Jackson! I'm your filthy little-"

Jackson cut her sentence off by sticking his middle finger in her mouth...the same finger that was treating her pussy just seconds ago...Scarlett closed her eyes and moaned as she began to lick her own juices off Jackson's hand...She savored the taste of her own twat as she continued to jerk his pulsing meat...Her piercing green eyes locked onto Jackson as he practically finger fucked her mouth...he was so entranced by her stare he didn't listen to what his body was telling him until it was too late.

He didn't notice his toes curling...he didn't feel his breathing shorten, he didn't pay attention to the way all his muscles were tensing up...

All the while, Scarlett was putting on an AVN worthy performance on Jackson's fingers...using her tongue, her lips...sucking so hard her cheeks turned hollow, lapping, sucking, slurping, tasting...

That euphoric tickle commenced at the tip of Jackson's mushroom shaped head. I saw his jaw drop, and even though he made the face of a man screaming...not a single sound escaped his mouth. Not even a whimper.

...

Silence. Nothing but the sound of Scarlett's lips smacking against Jackson's fingers...since she was jerking him under his boxers, I couldn't see exactly when he started to cum. I just suddenly saw stains splatter all over his grey boxer shorts. As if someone had removed the lid of a blender and allowed all the juices to fly out.

After a short while, the lad found his voice and he let out a loud groan as he and all his chubbiness trembled at the powerful orgasam.

"OHHHHH! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Jackson howled as he tried to catch his breath. He seemed paralyzed for a second while his chest heaved strongly. All the while, I saw Scarlett giggling.