【無】女優魂 ～え？今ここでやっちゃうんですか！？～ パート2
It was another sweltering summer day in Tokyo, and the air was thick with humidity. Sayuri, a voluptuous porn star turned lowly office worker, was on her lunch break, struggling to keep herself cool in the cramped cubicle. Her tank top clung to her sweat-drenched body, making her ample breasts look even more pronounced. She sighed, wondering how she ended up in this dead-end job when she should be gracing magazine covers and bedding others on screen.
Just then, her phone buzzed under her desk. She picked it up and saw a message from her former producer at Caribbeancom, asking her to swing by after work for a private video shoot. Intrigued, Sayuri agreed, excitement bubbling in her belly at the prospect of being in front of the camera again.
Hours later, she knocked on the producer’s door. He answered, with an eager grin plastered on his face. “Sayuri-chan! So glad you could make it,” he said, his eyes roaming over her scantily clad figure. “We’re shooting upstairs. Follow me.”
Sayuri did, her heels clicking against the polished floor, as the producer gave her a run-through of the scenario – a steamy threeway with two of the studio’s hottest male talents.
“Threeway, huh? Nothing I haven’t done before,” Sayuri purred, undressing on camera and baring her inked, toned body. Her piercings glinted under the harsh studio lights, and she stood proudly, hands on her wide hips, ignoring the men’s hungry stares.
The camera rolled, and Sayuri got to work. She swallowed one man whole, his thick cock hitting the back of her throat as she expertly bobbed up and down. Her hands worked the other’s heavy shaft, slick with her spit. She was in her element, relishing her power over their pleasure.
The porn starlet took control, mounting the pierced man and slowly lowering herself onto his rigid member. She rode him hard, her round tits jiggling with every roll of her hips. Her moans bounced off the walls of the small studio, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of skin.
Feeling the second man press against her, Sayuri shifted, sinking onto his thick length as well. She was stuffed to the brim, loving every second of it. Her ass rippled, the men pumping in and out of her, and she came with a guttural moan, clear fluid squirting onto the dirty floor.
More came hard and fast, the performers switching positions, fucking, sucking, and fingering Sayuri until she couldn’t tell left from right. Used in every way, she feigned sleep after their collective finish, limp in the tiny space between the two sweaty men.
“Are you okay?” one asked, gently playing with her hair. Sayuri cracked open an eye and smiled. “Never better, baby. Let’s do it again sometime.”
True to her dirty girl nature, Sayuri happily took on the naughty duo once more, this time for the camera. She panted on the dirty studio floor, sweat-drenched strands plastered to her face, tits jiggling as they pounded into her from all angles. The men’s thick cocks filled her completely, stroking her insides just right. “Yeah! Fuck my tight holes just like that!” She yelled, throwing her head back, eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy.
They continued with gruelling determination, their scarlet, rigid members pumping into her hungry, gaping fuckholes. The clicking camera immortalising every graphic detail, her hands groping and kneading her slippery tits.
Eventually, they pulled out one by one, spurting their thick, white seed all over Sayuri’s surveying body, watching it trickle down her face, chest and thighs. She took the final shots in the palm of her hands, shoveling them into her mouth, letting the bitter, salty taste linger on her tongue. Their combined fluids dripped down her chin, throat and tits, painting her in a grotesque collage of excess. Satisfied with the climax to the film and the sweet taste in her mouth, Sayuri arched her back into a crab-like position and pressed her thighs together, like a cat settling back into an ornate princess bed.
She writhed under the lights, relishing the various sensations of being filled, stretched to unimaginable limits, used, penetrated and oozing with that sticky, messy post-coital essence.
The male performers watched her, eyes glazed over with tired satisfaction as she curled and contorted herself in the most elaborate of post-coital bedtime dance.
She rolled off the bed, exhausted but elated. This was why she was born; to satisfy. She was complete, centre stage again. Ownership of her Mosogony was infamous, and in every video she made, her identity as a performer shined through. Sayuri, the fuck-toy to the rescue. Working hard as ever, and living every minute of debauchery along with encouraging those she pleasured.
As the cameras ceased their recording, a final take, Sayuri basked in her post-coital glory – a regal sight in her regal stockings, sprawled out for all eyes, the perfect embodiment of a porn queen.
