Sexy Blonde Teen swallows cum from Producer

The Flavor of success

Sarah Anne stride confidently, a cum-infested grin plastered on her face as she exits the dark studio and into the fluorescent light of the dressing room. Her heart pounded with adrenaline, the rush of tasting her first sweet victory still fresh in her mind. Months of hoping, planning, and desiring had led to this moment. The blonde beauty swallows hard against the metallic aftertaste coating her tongue.

Tendonuesome stares and smirks follow Sarah Anne’s every step. The seasoned vixens of L.A. fuck films know when an untouched teenage honey has popped her cherry. They nudge each other knowingly, pitying the poor lamb’s naive ambition while wearing crashing smiles themselves. How quickly that fire is extinguished, their faces seem to say. But Sarah Anne keeps her head high. This is just the beginning, she tells herself. No matter how overwhelming the sensations and emotion. She deserves her throne.

Sarah Anne strips quickly, tossing her discarded cheerleader uniform into a pile. Sticky rivulets of cum drip lazily from the folds of her swollen pussy. The teenage model fights down a giggle, imagining her sugar daddy’s expression if he could see her now. Smarts. Yummy juice from a big producer cock staining his prim and proper princess’ pristine little cunt. Mom would’ve blow to high heaven.
She grabs a tissue and wipes herself clean, ignoring the catcalls and laughter that ring out around her. She doesn’t care what these bitches think. This is her future. Her success, and they both know it.

Sarah Anne saunters over to her dressing table, high on endorphins despite the weariness. Her body thrums electrified. Adrenaline vibrated in her veins from the long shoot. Hours of pushing her limits and more still to come. Her pussy felt used to fuck, but she had done it. Built on a fantasy delivered.
Their eyes met in the mirror, Sarah Anne and her dressing partner. A woman she doesn’t recognize, but gives a polite nod to anyway. Up close, she sees that her new co-worker has a lean, lithe figure in her late thirties with a spherical belly. Emily is the name on her tag.

“First shoot?” Emily asks without judgement. At Sarah Anne’s nod, Emily smiles warmly. “Welcome to the industry.” She held herself with the grace of a dancer, and confidence oozed from her skin.
“You’ll be driving us crazy in no time. Just give it a month.” She laughed. Sarah Anne wins a guffaw back unsure if she should be sincerely flattered or deeply concerned by the statement.

Sarah Anne feels the blood rush to her face and flutters of tingling pleasure in her drenched sex at the compliment. It’s a rush she’s still learning to enjoy feeling. “How’d you identify that so easily?” she had to know.

Emily removed the diaper from Sarah Anne’s ass
“The knowledge of experience, dear,” she replied before revealing Sarah Anne’s ass stuffed with exploratory paddle and used men’s jocks. “Sometimes it takes a little surprisingly risky role play too.” Emily wink.

Sarah Anne was scandalized but quickly hides behind a veil of coyness and embarrassment. Her fingers instinctively move to touch the used paddles and jocks in her well-fucked ass and she shivers with perverse delight. She couldn’t fathom Emily’s creampied prostitution story, but the woman’s smooth armor still entices.

“I’ll be better prepared next time.” Sarah Anne said, guiding hand migrates to her dripping snatch. She performed a tentatively seethes recovery process, pretending like she’s doing nothing is making-out. Some of the other girls can’t help but to watch in boring suspense.

A glance at the studio clock and her summons to start Round cingulate two with the performer’s executive producer at the ready for a phallus loop, rotten deli meat lube has set in and a hand’s first, Sarah chasms binds grim solemnity of cum. Her dirty little fantasy fwould come back and bite her perverted taint eventually for sure. Hopefully next time she can resist, and get her “A”*’s. Nothing she drenches can’t handle, especially her biggest fan and his notorious ‘dress rehearsal’. She’s feels like a VICTIM of her SuccY dog’s greed. But his knot holds her supreme and she likes the ‘throb’ of dick scorned.

Sarah Anne gasps sharply as Emily releases, sliding her fingers out through a gaping wet cunt hole, drooling….a violent blush taint her regal flawless features.

“I think you’ll learn to”,”lust”,”for it,” Emily whispers, her words dripping with implication and possibilities. “Tell me, when you were stroking that pretty little cock of yours did you imagine what it would taste like? Lusty teen flesh” the woman continued, words slipping through her lips like poison.

“Am I that in-experienced?” Sarah Anne hiccuped, squirming fitfully under the woman’s probing fingers. something steel slit rooted in a trail between her legs.

“We all were once,” Emily replied, her voice almost a hiss as she resumed her probing. “But we learned. We hit our stride and became Moneymakers”. More muffled gasps, the pleasure deepening into shame as Sarah Anne realized just how much she disgusted her new co-worker.

“I’m just getting started,” Sarah Anne slammed her glamorous teeth. She doesn’t try to hide the quiver in her tart-throated slut of a ?gasmic delivery. Her self-loathing and frustration was her game. Her modus of impossible.

“Then let me open you up baby girl..” Emily husked, leaning in closer. Trailing her fingers lower. Teasing the spot where they were joined. Where her cock is steadily thrusting through Sarah Anne’s convulsing slit.

“Be a good girl and let it all out,” Emily urged. Pleasure the starlet in her most delicate places, expertly also, while she thumb-fucked her a seal breaking bitehole bitehole. Sarah Anne didn’t have to cum; she didn’t have a choice. The pleasure blossoming inside her was too intense, too all-consuming.

Much to her own astonishment, Sarah Anne felt her pussy clench and pulse around Emily’s fingers. Muffled erotic grunts chortling were her only answer. She came, hard, on Emily’s probing hand as she impaled her over and over and her tongue sends Sarah Anne over again.
The haze of pleasure slowly cleared from her mind as Emily withdrew her fingers. Sarah Anne blurs dimly at her co-star’s touch, soothes her reddened, raw sensitive flesh. The dress rehearsal for Sarah Anne’s big break has been AirThroated and she’s completely and utterly fucked.

Sarah Anne’s body still trembles with the aftershocks of her release, the desperation turning soured as she tries to regain her composure, trying so hard not to cry… Sarah Anne managed to swap her tight white turtleneck slip in a muddled ruck’d aver for one of the many cheerleader dresses before walking out into the bustling hallway, remembering the way to the trailer room where her benefactor would be resting up for their date.

You could say she walked to the trailer room with purpose, like a VERY LUXURIOUS LADY calling all the shots. Sarah Anne got herself a director’s chair in the trailer bark she pulled up to like a boss, legs smoothly spread in an exhibitionist grand jet creer, 60y dangle – bared in the spotlight – enjoying her imminent victory.

She earned a sexy yank and she’ll take her dick down before the camera. A contractually China jerk-slit with an IMATUK fly she’ll be pannied for. Sarah Anne’s job is done. She can’t handle any more cock tonight. The young starlet squawks as she was met with the director’s knocking and Sprite flushing.

The director barks for the trailer bathroom to clean itself from dick juice fouls and rats and that Sarah Anne will be performing in the next all horny and oiled up.

Sarah Anne’s head lurches up in horror, proven in the mirror like breakfast food display. Her pheromones offensively clog the air.

Before her appearance can sink in, Emily, in all her arrogant glory, sneers into the scene.

“You really thought you could just walk away from this?” Emily said, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “That wasn’t part of the deal. Your sugar old man has other plans for this butthut sham night. My, my I thought you had more sense.”

She grabbed Sarah Anne by the hair and pulled her closer, forcing her to look into the mirror and see what she had become. The girl she had met earlier was gone, replaced by a cum-stained wreck of a girl desperate to please. Her hair was matted with sweat, her make-up smeared, and her body was covered in welts and bruises.

Sarah Anne yelped hard when she was up close and personal with her fucked up shamefully dominant co-star and her new owner’s golden showers.

“Now be a good little slut and let’s wrap this shoot up,” Emily said as she shoved Sarah Anne towards the bathroom, pointing at a full gallon of bleach. “Not just gargle!” She said in a menacing tone.
As the door closed behind her, Sarah Anne could hear Emily’s laughter, echoing in the empty space. She knew she had a long night ahead of her, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. But she knew she had to try if she wanted to succeed in this industry. Even if it meant sacrificing everything she held dear. Sarah Anne shudders in plain sight as her brain does it’s most perverted task of all…cums to accept her producer’s monolithic cock for a 24 hours graveyard shift. Fuck. She was currently EXTENDING HER DICK for her last night in porn.

The walls of her lower hole stretched, her cunt gushing as she Cum-partigans the producer unloading new loads into her overused, impossibly swollen slut traps. Sarah Anne’s eyes rolled back as she lurched forward to swallow his load of hot, steaming cum, spitting it out as the liquid coated her tonsils. She scooped up the excess cum dripping down her face and shoved it back into her mouth and throat. Sarah Anne shivered as she felt the cum dripping from her pussy to her ass as the producer used her holes.

The producer: “I knew you could handle this, little slut. You truly were born to be a star.”

Sarah Anne: “Thank you for acting with me,” a pleasured moan, stuttering as Emily’s tongue slips past her lips and sinks into her mouth.

Emily: “I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to make sure you never forget your first experience. Now, let’s wrap this up properly.”

Sarah Anne whimpered, trembling and utterly spent as the extreme rape scene ended. Her producer’s cock still nestled snugly in her abused fuck hole, refusing to relinquish its new cum ravaged home. Sarah Anne knew she had a long night ahead of her, but she was determined to see it through. She hadn’t come this far just to give up now. Her darkest fantasies had come true, and she would stop at nothing to ensure they continued to play out on camera.

Sarah Anne’s producer looked down at her, his handsome features softening into a smile. “You did well, my dear,” he said, his voice warm with praise. “You have a natural talent for this.”

Sarah Anne beamed up at him, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had proven herself to be a valuable asset to the company, and she knew that her star was on the rise. She would work hard to perfect her craft and become the best actress she could be.

As they rode back to the studio together, Sarah Anne couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She knew that this was just the beginning of a long and successful career in the adult entertainment industry. She was ready to take on all the challenges that lay ahead and prove that she had what it takes to be a star.

And so, as the sun began to set over the city, Sarah Anne stepped out of the limo and into the building where her future awaited her. She was ready to take on the world, one cock at a time.

The End