Totte-132 Handjob Ejaculation Challenge Taken By A Coco
Title: The Bikini Bait Challenge
Coco, a gorgeous 18-year-old Japan native with imminent dark hair and an electric gaze, finds herself in an indecent situation. She’s been lured by a mysterious casting agent, enticing her with pictures of glamorized and gagged girls posing in skimpy bikinis. Coco, naive as she is, arrives at the designated location, only to find a film crew eagerly waiting with cameras poised.
“This is Totte-132 Handjob Ejaculation Challenge, starring none other than you, Coco!” the director bellows, his eyes undressing the nervous teen. He hands her a black bikini two-sizes too small and instructs her to change.
Coco sheepishly slinks into the provided bathroom, returning minutes later wearing the revealing swimwear. The thin fabric does little to conceal her perky breasts and taut stomach. The director yells “Action!” as Coco steps on set, summating humid and sweaty.
A man enters the frame, shirtless and lustfully determined. He sits on a black leather couch, his eyes transfixed on Coco’s near-naked form.
“On your knees, girl. Get to work,” directs the director.
Terrified but fueled by the hefty paycheck promised, Coco surrenders her mouth to the eager man, her fingers following dutifully. She applies motions she’s seen in porn, up and down, twisting and pumping. She can feel his heat, his intensity, his girth. He grows steadily, commanding her hand faster.
Tears bead in Coco’s eyes as the man thrusts, holding her down. The crew clicks enthusiastically around them, catching split-seconds of her distress. Buds of drool form around her hotly-breathing mouth and a snot bubble repeats on her nostril, her struggles in garbage and dehumanizing.
The necessity actors never have real sex, so a tiny paint container and a long soft paintbrush were used for the cum-drenched facial shot. PA Bishou motions above Coco’s head a couple inches and carefully sneaks the applicator in shot to grace the doll face with a huge load of semen. It splatters in gluey threads on her chin, cheeks, hair, nose, eyelids, even across her forehead in a feathery wave.
Coco squirms as the slimy liquid coats her face, sincere terror in her quality-acting eyes. She cries “Cut! Cut!” looking pleadingly at the camera team.
They take pity finally, arranging their equipment and announcing “That’s a wrap for today!” The cameramen stop taping, breaking out into conversation and laughter. The director tells Coco “Not a word to anyone about this – it’s our little secret.” His eyes glint with wrongdoing. He hands her an envelope with cash, which she stuff into her backpack, leaving the set hurriedly. She feels pinned and ashamed.
Coco wanders the streets late into the night, replaying the day’s despicable occurrences in her head. Did she give her first bj? Did she like it deep? Is she a “slut”? Shocked at herself, she scoffs, though admittedly was more intrigued by the adult video industry. She hopes to eliminate herself from ever mentioning or associating herself with the first-hand experience. She figures it’d eat away at her; awkwardness to deal with. Privacy and escorting though, she can’t control her curiosity. As a voyeur who likes a show, Coco can’t help but entertain her own desire to learn, grow, evolve within her own sexual journey. Only herself could determine her trajectory. She would keep her eyes open, watch, learn, take smart risks, in constant search for the right path.
Little did she know, her life would never be the same after one taste at adult video creation. Her life had purpose now – and it was a purpose cocooned in debauchery and thrill. With each video, she’d learn to be better – more skilled, bolder, suffocatingly insatiable.
