[I never bothered describing Courtney for some reason (probably cause I didn't care enough) so if you want to know what she looks like, read this;
Blonde, Green Eyes, 5'7, Petite with C-Cups, and a nice fat ass. Everything else is just a way to describe how hot she is.
This is Part 1 in a two part series. The next addition will be a direct continuation of the ending from this portion. Enjoy]
For her, the tension was palpable. Able to be cut with a knife some might say. Courtney was sitting in the waiting room for a big producer, someone she'd been talking with. After having contacted their agency a few weeks ago she was given an interview, where she was asked what kind of work she'd enjoy most. Of course, this interview was recorded as she was being asked these questions and posted online. The interview was one of sexual activity and lewd remarks, including putting on pouty faces- as well as telling the camera how much she loved being a "Newly-Minted Cumdumpster Pornstar".
Thinking back to that first experience she smirked just a little bit. Brushing some hair out of her face as she reddened with a blush that, thankfully, no one noticed. She still couldn't believe how much of a slut she was for that man. She wasn't usually like that, despite knowing what she was signing up for, and having planned on putting on an act. But whenever she was told to get up and remove her clothing; it was impossible to stop herself from rubbing her legs together as she stood naked. Trying to stop her pussy from leaking with wet embarrassment as she stood there, naked as the day she was born, in front of some sleaze with a camera who only cared about what her body could do for their profit margins... And the guy's dick, she supposed.
But that wasn't all, oh no, no. When the man stood up and undid his pants, he had been rocking one of the best dicks she'd ever seen. She, nor any of her prior boyfriends, ever made any effort to bother measuring anyone- so she couldn't exactly be sure how big it was. But the specific number didn't matter to her, all that mattered was its presence. The way its girth and length told her, "You're gonna do what I say." when it throbbed with anger. It looked hungry, and she was its prey. The man just smirked as he walked over to her, letting his pants drop off as he slowed down to kick them away before resuming his walk. His balls hung deliciously, something she couldn't get out of her mind. Her mouth practically watered with the thought of them filling it.
As she sat in the waiting room for her big-shot producer, she couldn't stop her legs from slightly rubbing together. Wishing both of them were back in that room with him. Desperate to get down on her knees again and worship it like it'd been her only source of oxygen, food, or water. Remembering exactly how it happened, she visualized; Slowly getting down on her knees with an open mouth. Not from being told, but just from her sheer shock at how big he was. Her eyes were wide and his arrogant smile told her he got this all the time. Without even asking, she looked up at the man, popping her new "boss's" tip into her mouth. Suckling her lips around it like a popsicle, her eyes stared up at him. Cutely and submissively asking for permission to suck his Godly dick as he pointed the camera at her. Instead of answering, he simply put his hand on the back of her head and slowly pulled her toward his base.
"Aren't you a well-trained little thing?" The man, whose name she was sure was an innuendo, teased. Hanger lived up to his name. She was too amazed by what she had seen to respond to it at all. Merely nodding as his cock made a slow descent down her throat. Disappearing inch by inch till she got to the halfway point where she coughed, gagging a lot as she closed her eyes for the first time. Moaning out as she tried to pull off, he'd grip her head and only allow the smallest bit of travel. Letting her get a breath before pulling her back down. She opened her eyes again, never having a man so controlling before, and tears ran down her eyes. Mascara ran with those tears, but, evident by the smile on her face and the lack of pulling back, they were tears of joy... And gagging, probably.
She wouldn't be let go of till his slightly fuzzy mound came into contact with her nose, burying her in his manly scent as he rumbled a groan that she could feel even throughout her body. By this point, she was dripping on the ground, desperate to be touched- yet like a good girl- not daring to do it without direction. She gagged a little less and less as she stayed there, on the base of his thick, girthy cock. But soon the realization came that she was gagging less because consciousness was slowly fading from her. However the hand prevented her from moving back, yet she did not jerk away. Instead willfully submitting to this man's pleasure and simply smiling up at him with an open mouth. The top and bottom of her lip still connected to his cock as she looked up at him, shifting his dick around in her throat and constricting around it as her lungs begged for air.
Her eyes were fading, the light of the world slowly becoming less and less apparent. Her brain was engulfed in the matter of this man's, well, everything. His dick, presence, confidence, even his SCENT drove her wild! So she sat there, wiggling her ass gently for the camera as she lulled away. Her eyes closed slowly, slowly.... Before she's given a sudden rush of air as she's pulled away, allowing her to come completely free of the cock asphyxiating her. Immediately regaining her thoughts and consciousness, she gasped. Pulling as much air as possible into her lungs before coughing her heart out. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she coughed, her cute petite body becoming a wheezing mess before she finally calmed her need for air. Looking up at her current Big-Dicked-God, she put her hands on the floor and wiggled her ass while still on her knees, like a dog might do to show excitement for their owner.
"Aren't you a good little pet?" He said, bringing his hand down to nuzzle the top of her head with lustful pats. "Someone without proper discipline would have jerked away the second I pulled you back." She didn't know what kind of proper discipline he was talking about, she had never been taught, trained, or owned by anyone. This was all right out of the box... Aside from some deepthroating she did in senior year, which she doesn't talk about. "I just love dick that much, Daddy." She purred, nuzzling her cheek against the shaft of his dick as he pushed his dick down onto her face. The imposing mass above her face held her complete attention, moving her head down and pushing her nose into his balls she'd give a big sniff. The utterly mouthwatering scent infested her brain, driving her wild as she slapped her tongue against the bottom of his nuts.
Pulling her head up and back, running her slick, spit-covered mandible along the underside of his dick. Tickling his cum vein to the tip, where she would plant a deliciously luscious kiss on his fat helmet. Using her tongue some more, she would run her worship tool against the sides of his cock and eventually the top of it. All of it was captured by the camera as she whored herself out before eventually pulling back and sitting on her knees. Smiling up at the camera like a cock-drunk slut as she waited for her master to use her for his pleasure.
Putting his hand in front of the camera, he'd point a finger to the ground and make a spinning motion with his hand. "Come on, pretty girl. Ass up, face down." Understanding exactly what he wanted, Courtney blushed despite her slutty behavior. Her mind had finally caught up with her actions, realizing how much of a slut she had become. Blushing intensely, she would almost hesitate for a second after realizing how this probably looked. However, the embarrassment was nowhere near enough to stop her. Getting up onto all fours she'd begin to slowly turn for her owner.
