PublicAgent Heather needs the money, I need some pussy

The sun was setting over the city skyline as Heather, a busty young blonde, strolled down the bustling street. Her tight jeans hugged her curvy hips and her low-cut top showed off ample cleavage. Desperate for cash, she had agreed to film an amateur porn video for a shady online site, PublicAgent. The money was too good to pass up.

She found the address and hesitantly knocked on the dingy apartment door. It creaked open to reveal a seedy, balding man with a lecherous grin. “You Heather?” he leered, eyeing her chest. She nodded, twirling a lock of platinum hair around her finger. “C’mon in sweetheart, let’s get this show on the road.”

The apartment was filthy, cum stains and tear-out porn centerfolds adorning the walls. Heather wrinkled her nose. The man pointed a shaky hand at the couch. “Take off your top, show me the goods.”

Swallowing hard, the blonde complied, shrugging off the skimpy top to reveal a lacy bra barely containing her bountiful breasts. The director panted, zooming in with his camera. “Now the bra, baby. Let’s see them titties bounce free.”

Blushing, Heather reached behind to unhook the clasp, freeing her large, pink-tipped mounds. She shimmied them enticingly, golden hair spilling over her shoulders. The man licked his lips. “Stroke ’em, work them big titties.”

The blonde sighed, lifting and squeezing the heavy globes. Her perky nipples pebbled as she gave them a pinch. “Like that?” she cooed, laying on the fake sexy voices she’d seen in vidz.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Jeans off now. I wanna see that sweet pussy.”

She slid the tight denim down her long legs, bending over to give him a view of her round ass in lacy panties. The camera panned over the curves hungrily. She wiggled her hips as she slowly lowered the scrap of fabric…

And that’s when everything went black.

Heather jolted awake, head throbbing, a nasty taste in her mouth. As her vision cleared, she realized she was sprawled naked on a grungy mattress, wrists bound with rope above her head. The fleshy jowls of the pervert’s face loomed over her.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” he snickered, smacking her across the face. “Thought you could just walk out, huh? I paid for you, whore. Every hole’s mine.”

She tried to scream but a filthy gag was shoved between her teeth. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he climbed onto the bed, his rotund belly jiggling. This was not part of the deal. Panic clawed at her throat when she saw what he was brandishing – a huge, ruddy dick throbbing with anticipation.

“I’m gonna wreck this tight little snatch,” the degenerate sneered, fisting his hefty manhood. “Fuck it raw while you’re tied up and powerless. Your pretty blonde pussy was made for my dick.”

Heather squeezed her eyes shut, sobs wracking her body as his weight settled over her. The head of his engorged cock prodded her dry slit. “No, please!” was muffled by the gag, feet kicking weakly under him.

Ignoring her pleas, he thrust in with a grunt. Tight, virginal walls stretched obscenely around his thick girth. Heather shrieked into her gag at the searing agonizing violation. He hilted his cock balls-deep, popping her seal and claiming every inch.

“That’s it, you nasty girl. Take that big fucking dick,” he groaned, starting to piston his hips. Her cunt was slick with blood but scorched hot. Every thrust pulled her tender petals wider. He kneeled up and slapped her tits, leaving red handprints.

Tears ran rivers down Heather’s face as he fucked her savagely, spreading her slit like raw meat on a skewer. Meat he was grinding into garbage. His fatty body slapped against hers with the squelch of her leaking cunt. Empty and violated, she could only whimper as the viscous glide of his cock gouged her ripped insides.

“Gonna…bust my nut in there, fill you up with cum,” he grunted, grunting and sweating above her. Heather wailed in mute horror as his meat pulsed, erupting geysers of jizz deep in her cunt. He used her tied body like a masturbation sleeve, gloved in her bowels.

But he wasn’t done. Never done with this broken toy. He flipped her over onto her stomach and thrust back in, pulling her ripped hole open wider. The mattress muffled her screams as his swollen cockhead bruised her cervix. That fat, pulsing head battered her womb until she came.

“M-milk it whore!” he bellowed as her spasming walls gripped him. With a roar, he queened her guts with another blistering load. A lake of cum flooded her intestines. Dripping jizz pooled on the mattress below her violated groin. The sight of his defiling her throbbed, licking at her heels.

As he pulled out, Heather passed out from the pain, destroyed. Her ravaged pussy gaped like a bloody cave, oozing rivers of spunk.

And none of this was even in the video. The real horror PrivatAgent Heather is STILL to come as they cut to commercial break. please stay tuned…