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When people think of show business, they tend to over-glamorize the industry; rich and famous celebrities, expensive cars, and lavish beachfront homes usually come to mind. Something no one thinks to consider - or maybe it’s something they just choose not to think about - is the seedy underworld of entertainment. What happens to fan-favorite characters when their show doesn’t quite perform to the studio’s expectations? What happens when fans start asking for a little more than networks are willing to broadcast? Paramore Productions stepped in to fill the gaps that formed when beloved shows had run their course. Any characters - washed-up or otherwise - who found themselves without a Saturday morning role to fill wound up working gigs at an unassuming backlot studio. Nothing shady was going on outwardly; some formerly well-known girls might be performing in an exploitative B-movie or two, but on paper, nothing bad was happening. It was what went on off the record that gave Paramore Productions its less-than-upstanding reputation. Actresses desperate for work often found themselves with a limited handful of options. They couldn’t just act in any production anymore - their fame made it impossible not to associate them with their prior roles. Some were lucky enough to have forgetful faces, and went on to fill in as side characters in new shows or even films. Some teetered in a limbo of irrelevance, and worked office and technical jobs to keep the studios running. Most others weren’t as fortunate, and those who refused to swallow their pride either ended up relegated to late-night commercials or found themselves working odd jobs to get by. Jazz Fenton was flipping burgers for pennies on the dollar. Queen Tyr’ahnee survived by selling autographs to fans at conventions - many of whom slipped a few extra dollars under the table to cop a feel. The most business-savvy actresses, though, quickly learned that, if they wanted to stay relevant, they would have to lose their shame and do away with their decency. The real draw of Paramore Productions for desperate, down-on-their-luck actresses whose time in the spotlight had run out was the opportunity to make a lot of money very quickly. All they had to do was show some skin on camera - at least, that was how it started. A good payday for a bikini shoot usually led to tasteful nudes for a sports magazine, which led to some less than tasteful nudes for a select few non-sports magazines, which led further and further down the proverbial rabbit hole until, before they knew it, the once-famous starlets of Saturday morning cartoons were getting bareback fucked on camera for thousands - if not, millions - of viewers and the promise of another paycheck. The taste of a bit of relevance didn’t hurt, either. That was the reality for more than a few women who had once ridden the peak of popularity as stars in their respective productions. Now, they were reduced to a state they couldn’t have imagined themselves in during their prime. On the bright side, most of them were having the time of their lives, whether they were ready to admit it or not… --- “That’s where I come in, I suppose… I didn’t particularly expect to end up… here… but I can’t exactly complain if it means Connie and I get a good career out of it… She will have something lined up for her once this is done, won’t she?” “Well, Priyanka, I gotta say… Loved the little history lesson there. Top-notch stuff, real A-plus. If you act as well as you teach, I think we’ll have ourselves a fine partnership if I do say so myself!” “I’m not signing the contract until you answer me, Clint. My daughter. She will get a career out of this, won’t she? I’m not doing this just for myself, I know we can make at least twice as much doing this if Connie is involved... When we’re done, I want her ass to be more famous than her tv boyfriend ever was!” “That’d be one famous ass…” “Tell me about it. If I know my fans - and I know my fans - they would kill to see a body like mine… I can’t begin to imagine what they would do for Connie’s, so I want your word that she gets something out of this…” “‘Doctor’ Maheswaran, do I look like a dishonest guy to you?” “Yes, actually, you do.” “You’re the picture of eloquence. Alright, you win… I’ll get your daughter a gig once we’re all done… Now, if that’s all you wanted to clear up, why don’t we see what you’ve got going on before we get started?” “Gladly.” Priyanka shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as she leaned back, satisfied with her would-be agent’s response. The actress’s dark-brown eyes gleamed, and a smile spread across her lips as she popped the topmost button of her sleeveless blue top. She stretched, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward again, intentionally showing off the cleavage her partially-opened shirt was now exposing. Even with only a single button undone, much of Priyanka’s chestnut-brown skin was on display. Her breasts, large, soft, and full, had already been straining against her too-tight shirt, and were now threatening to spill out - if it weren’t for the black bra she wore underneath, they might well have done just that. “Doctor” Maheswaran twirled a lock of black, gray-touched hair around her finger, shooting an eager glance across to her agent. Clint Paramore was making no effort to hold eye contact with the mature woman across from him. His gaze, almost predatory in its intensity, had been fixed lower; first on the impossibly-tight khakis somehow reigning in her plump thighs, and then on the bit of cleavage she had intentionally exposed for him. His perfectly-white teeth glinted as he smiled, running a hand over his black, slicked back hair. Loosening his tie, he sighed, fidgeting in his chair a bit as his shifty, green eyes scanned Priyanka’s body before finally coming to rest on her face. He seemed satisfied with what he saw, he nodded and stood. “Well, ‘Doctor’ M,” he began, his voice deceptively sweet and smooth. “Whaddaya say we do a little screen test?” “If that’s what you want to call it,” Priyanka answered slyly, popping another of her shirt’s buttons. Her cleavage was on full display now. Round and full, her breasts seemed almost to swell as they strained against the partially-exposed, lace-fringed bra holding them back. As moved to stand, her chest jiggled, bouncing enticingly. Clint certainly couldn’t keep his eyes off of Priyanka’s chest, and, evidently, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, either. He circled around the table between them and, without a word, reached up and popped the remaining buttons from the “doctor’s” shirt, tearing them away and sending them clattering to the floor. Priyanka’s top fluttered open neatly, exposing her barely-restrained bust and her soft belly. She shrugged out of her shirt, letting it fall away from her shoulders to further bare her upper body. Priyanka was soft and enticing. Her belly was just a bit pudgy and plump and Clint’s hands couldn't resist working their way over her love handles and up toward her chest. She shivered with excitement as he groped at her breasts, squashing them together and rubbing them in slow circles with a firm, commanding touch. Her bra was full to bursting with the soft, round flesh of her tits, which squished and stretched as Clint toyed with them. Before long, he was reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. Priyanka’s bra fell away, and her breasts practically exploded into the open, spilling out in a single, bombastic, jiggly wave. They were round and full, wonderfully plump and soft, and topped by big, dark-brown nipples that stood firm and stiff against the mounds of soft flesh. Clint wasted absolutely no time in filling his palms with Priyanka’s tits. He squeezed them until Priyanka whimpered. The fat of her breasts swelled between Clint’s fingers, as if threatening to spill over and completely envelop his hands. He kneaded her tits, rubbing in circles, taking his time to cop a good, firm feel of her ample bosom. Priyanka bit her lip, closing an eye while keeping the other on Clint. One of his hands slipped away from her chest, sliding around her side and down into her back pocket. She shuddered, her body stiffening in response to the sudden squeeze she felt at her backside. “Hmmm…” Clint felt around Priyanka’s rear for a few moments, nearly taking his attention away from her chest altogether. He groped and squeezed, pinching her big, soft butt through her pocket as if considering a new course of action. “Yeah, no,” he said, suddenly taking his hand off of Priyanka’s breast. “This is much better!” “Oh! Well, aren’t you bold…” Priyanka yelped softly as Clint’s second hand came to rest on her other cheek. She purred softly, though, rolling her hips to help him get a better feel of her ass. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants, which prompted Clint to move his hands out of her pockets and into her waistband. As soon as Priyanka had undone her pants button, Clint yanked down hard. Priyanka’s panty-clad ass was exposed in a single, smooth motion as Clint tugged her pants down to her knees. Her black, lacy underwear clung tightly to her bubbly rear. Her cheeks bounced for a moment from the sudden jerk that had exposed them. Priyanka let Clint take a handful of her ass while she busied herself with slipping out of her pants, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor next to her shirt. Clint grabbed hold of both of Priyanka’s cheeks, squashing and kneading them in his hands. She was more than a handful, and he could barely hold onto her thick, juicy butt, but he did his absolute best to try nonetheless. His fingers slipped underneath her tight panties and eventually found their way a bit further down, between her thighs. He could feel the warmth of her sex already radiating against his hands. With a smirk, he took things a bit further, deciding that it was finally time to take what he wanted. “Let’s get on with it,” Clint said, pressing himself against Priyanka. “Let’s,” Priyanka agreed eagerly. Clint darted in, as if for a kiss, but instead went lower, dragging his tongue across Priyanka’s lips and down her chin. He licked her neck and her collarbone in a lascivious display, causing her to moan softly at the feeling. He didn’t slow down, not wanting to bother with much more foreplay. It was only when he reached her chest that his pace slowed at all. Clint paused only to give some more attention to Priyanka’s ample breasts. He pressed his lips to one of her nipples and sucked for a short while, teasing the stiff little nub with his tongue and teeth as he did. His display of lusty affection didn’t last for much longer, though. Before long, he pulled his lips away from Priyanka’s nipple with a soft pop, staring her down with a clearly-conveyed, single-minded gaze which conveyed powerful, domineering lust as he grabbed her by the waist, tucking his fingers into her panties at the same time. In one movement, Clint spun the “doctor” around, turning her so her back was to the table. A moment later, he tugged her panties down, peeling them away from her mature womanhood in one quick move. He pressed one hand to her mound taking just a moment to feel the heat coming off of her. His other hand came to rest against her chest, but, again, only for a moment. With a smirk, he gave her a push, sending her toppling her onto her back with her legs dangling off the side of the table. “Now this is what I came here for,” Priyanka purred, spreading her legs. Much of her pussy was concealed either by her pubic hair or her thick thighs, which Clint planted his hands on to spread wide. With her sex now fully exposed, Priyanka’s partner was able to get a good look at her cunt. Priyanka’s mature, hair-topped mound glistened, dotted with little beads of sweat and glazed with fresh arousal. Her lips were soft and full, a delicate mound of brown skin opening into wet, pink petals. The heat and wetness coming from between her thighs betrayed her excitement as Clint tugged his hard cock out of his pants, finally exposing it. “Mmmm, now we’re getting somewhere,” Priyanka moaned, her voice husky with lust and need. “Nice and big, just the way I like it…” “I aim to please,” Clint remarked slyly, pressing his cockhead against the lips of Priyanka’s pussy. With his shaft lined up against her womanhood, the excitement in the air between the two was nearly palpable, and it was clear that they were both actively holding back at this point. All it took was a slow, simple push from Clint to break that tension. He pushed his hips forward, slowly but surely putting more and more pressure against the opening to Priyanka’s sex until, finally, he slipped inside. Priyanka let out a long, low moan, shuddering as she was finally filled by Clint’s long, warm member. “Ahhhh, yes!” she groaned, clutching the edges of the table. “You’re tighter than I expected,” Clint remarked, making a not-so-subtle jab at Priyanka’s age. Priyanka didn't even hear the quip as she hung her head back while Clint fucked her. His thrusts were slow but firm at first, coming in a steady, strong rhythm that sent ripples through her plump body, along with soft squeaks and gasps from Priyanka. The actress lifted her head after a while, biting her lip and staring down at her own pussy with starry eyes. The sight of Clint’s shaft sliding slowly in and out of her, pushing its way into her innermost reached and then slipping back out only to move right back in was strangely hypnotic to her. “If you feel this big to me,” Priyanka began, pausing to draw in a deep, shaky breath. “I can’t wait to see how Connie manages to take your cock…” “Mmf! You’re an example to mothers everywhere,” Clint chuckled dryly, punctuating his statement with another thrust. He picked up his pace before long, swinging his hips faster and faster as he began to fuck the “doctor” in earnest. Priyanka could only let her head slump back against the table as Clint took her. She could feel her inner walls clinging to his shaft, clenching gently around it as it worked her cunt. His pace continued to quicken, his in-control demeanor faltering just a bit as his breaths sped along with his thrusts. Priyanka was panting now, too. The pleasure welling up inside her was really beginning to show, and with each shaky, labored breath she drew. The rapid, fleshy slaps filling the room grew in speed and intensity, joined now by rhythmic creaks and groaning wood from the table, as well as unrestrained gasps and grunts from the pair on top of it. “Ah! Ah! Aaaahhhh, FUCK!” Priyanka hissed through clenched teeth. “You’d better not fucking think of pulling out!” “Nnnff! Wouldn’t dream of it, doll,” Clint groaned. Priyanka wrapped her legs around his back, assuring him that pulling out really wasn’t an option. Clint focused entirely on bringing himself and his newfound star to climax. His thrusts were quick and hard, rapid-fire, piston-like movements that shook the table. Priyanka tightened her leg-lock on Clint, drawing him tight against her as she lost control. Her eyes rolled back, and then closed as she reached her limit. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, she arched her back, rolling her hips against Clint as she came. Her body went nearly still, except for a twitchy shiver that ran up her spine and, of course, the jiggle and bounce of her breasts as Clint continued drilling into her. She couldn’t stop a soft, low moan from leaking out of her lips, shaky and full of lust. Clint grunted and groaned as Priyanka’s body released its pent-up tension. Her climax had pushed him dangerously close to his own limits, and, with another few firm thrusts, he buried himself inside of her. His cock twitched and throbbed, flexing powerfully for a moment or two before a hot, thick rush of semen gushed from his tip, boiling up from his churning, pulsing balls and spewing into Priyanka’s cunt. The actress gasped, whimpering at the warm, sticky sensation that suddenly filled her in her afterglow as he released rope after rope of spunk inside her. Finally, with another, satisfied sigh, Clint pulled back, having totally spent himself inside Priyanka. His shaft continued twitching, dripping with fresh juice and cum even after he slid out of the actress’s still-flexing pussy. Priyanka purred contentedly, lying exhausted on the table while thick, white globs of fresh jizz oozed out of her freshly-fucked cunt. A pleased grin was stretched across her lips, and she stared almost dreamily up at the ceiling. After a long while, she sighed and sat up, kicking her legs as they dangled off the edge of the table. “Wow,” was all she had to say at first. “I had heard good things about your… studio… but, I wasn’t expecting such a hands-on audition…” “Well, suffice it to say you got the job, babe,” Clint replied, zipping his pants up. “And if talent like yours runs in the family…” Priyanka’s eyes flashed, gleaming as a knowing smile stretched its way across her lips. “I think we might just be able to find a nice, lucrative role for your daughter, too…” He paused, taking note of Priyanka’s grin. “In fact,” he continued. “There might be a nice signing bonus in it for you if we bring her in for a little, uh, screen test of her own…” “What are you saying?” Priyanka asked, narrowing her eyes. “You expect me to let you fuck my daughter for more money?” “When you put it like that,” Clint began, rubbing his chin. “Yes.” Priyanka stared at Clint for a moment, then cleared her throat. “Connie!” she called toward the door. “Would you come in here, please? Come see how your mom works!” The door creaked open and Priyanka’s daughter, Connie stepped in. Dressed in a modest denim skirt and a pale-blue tee shirt, her figure wasn't seductive like her mother’s was, but more toned and athletic from all the show training, she did take after her mom in other aspects. Her hair, styled into short, puffy, dark-brown ringlets, was the spitting image of her mother’s in color and texture, albeit not graying, of course. There was a familiar beauty and attractiveness in her brownish-black eyes, chestnut skin, and lithe shapely frame that made it clear at a glance she was Priyanka’s daughter. She turned from the door toward the center of the room, only to freeze in her tracks with a sharp gasp. “M-Mom?!” Connie stammered, blushing intensely and shielding her eyes. “Why are you naked?!” “Oh, Connie,” Priyanka began disarmingly, hurrying to her daughter’s side and slinging an arm around her shoulder. “Your mom’s just acting!” “Acting?” Connie asked, risking a sidelong peek at her mother’s nude body. “That’s right,” Priyanka continued, tugging Connie along as she stepped further into the room toward Clint’s chair. “Mister Paramore was just… giving me a screen test! It went very well, and he wants to give you a role, too!” “Me?” Connie gasped softly. “I haven’t been able to get anything since our show ended…” She stopped to think for a moment, taking a second to steal a glance at the white, sticky goo running down her mother’s inner thigh. A strange, sweaty smell hung in the air, and the man in the chair in front of her looked oddly… greasy, but not in any sort of physical sense she could describe. “What do I have to do?” she asked warily, understanding that there must be some sort of catch. “I’m glad you asked!” Priyanka beamed, clapping Connie gently on the back, but firmly enough to cause her to stumble to her knees. “Connie, you’re a smart girl…” Priyanka trailed off, leaving Connie to work out her meaning through implication alone. Her task became clear to her immediately once the man in front of her reached down and unzipped his pants. His stiff cock, still a bit wet, Connie noticed, stood up, pointing straight at her face. “MOM!” Connie squeaked, pulling back. “You can’t seriously expect me to-,” “Connie, sweetie,” Priyanka began softly, kneeling next to Connie and resting her hands on her shoulders. “Don’t you want to be famous again? Remember how crazy all those boys went every time they saw you?” “Well, yes, but-,” “This is how we get that back,” Priyanka explained. “If you want to be famous, you have to do some favors…” “I- I’m really not sur-HEY!” Priyanka gave her daughter a push from behind, sending her stumbling forward toward Clint’s lap. Clint reached out and grabbed hold of the top of her head, looking down with a smug grin. “She’s right, kid,” he chimed in. “Show business is dirty, so you’d better get used to it!” Connie had opened her mouth to protest, but that turned out to be a mistake. Clint’s shaft slipped past her parted lips and into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to let out a muffled yelp in surprise. “You know what to do, Connie,” Priyanka coaxed, nudging her forward a bit more. “I’m right here to help you out if you need it…” “Hhhhmmmpphh!” Connie whimpered softly, but gathered her resolve, deciding to tough it out, considering she’d already come this far. Her mother held her shoulders, helping to guide her movements as she awkwardly began to bob her head, falling into an uneasy rhythm. Clint helped to control her head, setting an almost-uncomfortably fast pace for her. She slid back and forth, back and forth, the taste of cock filling her mouth as it rubbed over her tongue. “See? You’re a natural!” Priyanka beamed, genuinely proud. “Keep it up, Connie!” “Ooh, yeah… Listen to your mom, and be a good little whore!” Clint groaned. “Show us what that mouth of yours can do!” Priyanka and Clint pushed Connie a bit harder, forcing her to speed up. She had already been moving fairly quickly, but now she was practically being thrown back and forth, tossed around by her mother and Clint. She slurped up her drool as it threatened to leak down her chin, and after a short while, she found herself brave enough to use her tongue. She lapped at the underside of Clint’s shaft, licking it in an unsure, careful fashion while he fucked her mouth. It didn’t take long for Connie’s tight, wet mouth to bring Clint to climax after her tongue had begun flicking along his member’s more sensitive areas. Priyanka picked up on his nearing peak and held her daughter down, keeping her in a position to take Clint’s load straight into her mouth. Clint groaned, and Connie’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock pulse in her mouth. “MMMBBBPPHH?!” Connie’s muffled cry of shock turned into a bubbly gurgle as her mouth quickly filled with fresh, hot cum. Thick, gooey spurts pumped in, squirted in rapid succession from the pulsing tip of Clint’s cock. Most of his load spilled onto Connie’s tongue, giving her the first taste she ever got of cum. It was thick and salty, and she wasn’t particularly sure if she liked it or not, but she definitely didn’t like the idea of swallowing it. She held Clint’s jizz in her mouth, letting her cheeks swell rather than gulping it down, waiting out his climax until, finally, he released her head. “There you go!” Priyanka cooed, helping Connie ease herself back from Clint’s member. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” “Mmffhh-hhmmm…” Connie tried to answer, but her words came out in a garbled, bubbly mess. Fresh cum dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt. She stuck her tongue out, letting Clint’s load slide off of it and onto the floor between her knees. “Bleeehhh… I guess not,” she replied. “I wish you would have let me take my time, at least…” “Kid, time is money,” Clint said, reclining in his seat. “And money is something that mouth of yours is gonna earn… If you can keep up with that fantastic lip service of yours…” Connie blushed, looking to her mother for approval. Priyanka nodded. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” she conceded. “Only if you promise to cast me in something with my mom again, though…” “Trust me, kid,” Clint began, grinning. “I’m gonna make you and your mom stars… Just you wait…”
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The back offices of Paramore Studios, depending on who was asked, were not particularly a place anyone would be proud to end up at. Priyanka seemed to hold a different opinion, however, as she left Clint’s office, her arm slung around her daughter, Connie’s shoulder as she proudly walked her out. Dabbing Connie’s cheeks and lips clean with a tissue, Priyanka showered her daughter with praise for her excellent performance during the “audition” she had just left.
As the two were making their way out, a woman slunk into the office, tiptoeing through the barely-open door and glancing nervously around. She was wrapped in a high-collared coat, which was almost comically oversized on her and clearly only meant to conceal her identity. A pair of sunglasses hid her eyes, and a wide-brimmed hat sat on top of her head. It was obvious that she didn’t want to run even the slightest risk of being recognized, due to the reputation this particular studio held.
“Good luck, Pearl,” Priyanka remarked casually, not giving the woman a second glance as she walked out the door with Connie.
The disguised woman froze for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh before swiping the hat and glasses from her head, tossing them aside in frustration.
“Dammit,” she muttered with a huff.
Pearl had been desperate for work, she had managed to get by up until very recently. Her girlfriend and former co-star, Rose, had left her weeks ago for a man she had met online, and she took the majority of their joint savings with her. With hardly any money left to her name, and unable to pin down a job that would pay enough to support herself and her son, Steven, Pearl had decided to swallow at least some of her pride and pay Paramore Studios a visit in the hope of landing a role in something that wasn’t too smutty.
The pale-skinned woman tossed her coat aside now that she was alone, though she was still a bit flustered at how quickly she had been recognized. She was dressed in tight-fitting clothing that accentuated her slim figure. Tight, deep-blue leggings clung tightly to her slender legs, stopping around her calves. Her sleeveless, sky-blue shirt was just as snug as her leggings, and over it, she wore a short-sleeved, teal blazer with puffy shoulder pads and a large, gold star on the back. She wore short-heeled shoes, which were a light, pastel shade of pink.
Pearl’s light-blue eyes darted back and forth nervously, as if she was still afraid of being caught in the studio. She anxiously brushed her short, peach-pink hair from her forehead, curling a strand around her finger. In the center of her forehead was a large, smoothly-rounded gem, which shone in an array of hues as it reflected light. After taking a deep breath, she managed to compose herself and, while holding her head high, she made her way toward the door - labeled “CLINT PARAMORE” - and knocked on it.
“Yeah, it’s open!” a voice called from inside.
Pearl entered, swallowing nervously. Seated at a desk inside the room was the man she assumed must have been Clint.
“Clint Paramore, at your service,” the man said, standing up and leaning over his desk to shake Pearl’s hand. “You must be…”
He thumbed through a few scattered pages, clearing his throat and loosening his tie as he did.
“My one o’clock!”
“Um… Pearl, actually,” Pearl replied sheepishly. “It’s… nice to meet you.”
“Absolutely!” Clint beamed, his teeth glinting. “Pearl! How could I forget! I oughta fire my secretary!”
He paused, scratching his chin for a moment.
“Oh, wait, I don’t have one…”
“Mister Paramore, I was hoping-,”
“Call me Clint!”
“Right… Clint,” Pearl continued, nervously wringing the fabric of her leggings between her hands. “I was hoping that I could audition for one of your productions… I’ve heard that your studio offers work for… well, for people like me.”
“I make things happen, sure,” Clint confirmed a bit proudly. “Hmmm… Might be a little tough at the moment, though… I did just fill a big role right before you walked in, but…”
He trailed off, rubbing his chin as his eyes slowly moved up and down. Pearl fidgeted nervously, but didn’t say anything as Clint glanced her over. His gaze moved from the top of her bejeweled head down over her petite chest - where his eyes lingered for a moment to steal a good peek at her modest bust - past her narrow hips, and down her slim thighs before tracing a path right back up her lithe figure.
Pearl simply stood and blushed, her cheeks turning a bright shade of blue. She wasn’t sure what she should do, or whether she should say anything. Clint seemed to be thinking intently to himself, as if trying to come to a decision.
“I do need a secretary,” he said after some time.
“A… secretary?” Pearl asked, a bit taken aback at the suggestion.
“Sure!” Clint replied, snapping his fingers as he made up his mind. “Anything for my…”
He paused to count on his fingers.
“Anything for my third-favorite character and tenth-favorite actress!”
“Thank… you?”
Pearl raised an eyebrow, unsure of whether or not she should take Clint’s words as a compliment.
“No problem, doll!” he returned, grinning. “Say, do me a favor and turn around, would you?”
Pearl, with a great degree of apprehension, did as she was told, turning her back on Clint, but keeping her head tilted back over her shoulder to keep an eye on him, more out of curiosity at this point than out of suspicion. Clint looked her over again, pausing blatantly at her tight rear, nodding as he stared at its shapely roundness.
“Yeah, I think we can make it work!” he announced. “Tell ya what… I got nothing going on for the rest of the day, so why don’t we see what you can do? Think of it as a little interview; you pass, and you’re hired! Sound good?”
Pearl was still a bit confused by the entire interaction, especially at how quickly a seemingly-normal job offer had been thrown at her. Still, she was grateful that she had gotten an offer that didn’t involve any on-camera nudity, so, with a nod, she agreed to Clint’s proposal.
“That sounds good to me,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”
“First things first!” Clint began, gathering an armful of loose papers from his desk. “Filing under pressure! You’re gonna have plenty of deadlines and stress and crazy starlets to ignore if you want to succeed in my office! Here, take these and sort them out!”
Pearl took the papers from Clint, barely managing to balance the armful of miscellaneous documents. She glanced over a few of them and, not quite certain of what Clint had in mind, she began to sort them in as close to alphabetical order as she could.
Clint nodded in approval as he stood and made his way around his desk to Pearl. He stood behind her, glancing down over her shoulder as she worked. Pearl glanced over her shoulder, surprised at just how close he was standing.
“You’re a natural, doll!” Clint told her. “Just pretend I’m not even here! I’m a distraction! Ignore me!”
SMACK!
Pearl jolted upright with a yelp, clenching her teeth as her eyes went wide with shock. A slap on her ass from a sleazy producer hadn’t been the worst possible thing that had passed through her mind today, but considering the job offer she had just gotten, it was very unexpected. Her behind stung, throbbing softly with a sharp pain from the spank she’d just gotten.
“Eyes on the prize!” Clint ordered before Pearl had a chance to say anything.
“What was that?!” Pearl asked incredulously.
“Workplace sexual harassment!” Clint replied curtly. “And you’re gonna have to learn to deal with plenty of it if you wanna be my secretary!”
Pearl teetered between disbelief and indignation as she felt Clint’s hand cup her butt. He firmly squeezed her cheeks, squishing and kneading her firm, round behind as he stepped even closer to her.
“O-Okay, I get it!” Pearl squeaked, the bright-blue blush in her cheeks intensifying. “You can l-let go now, before someone-,”
“No one’s gonna see,” Clint replied, his voice measured and certain. “And if they do, so what?”
“I…”
Pearl chewed her lip as she felt something stiff come to rest between her cheeks, nestling in the valley of her rear. She had been prepared, at least somewhat, for this kind of thing when she had come in, but for it to actually happen to her was another matter entirely. Shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath, she resolved herself to continue, however, reasoning that, if she did, she could probably coax a decent sum of money out of Clint for her trouble.
“Will this be part of the job, too?” she asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
“We’ll see,” Clint replied. “How about you get on your knees and show me what you can do before I decide?”
Pearl slowly, nervously complied, turning around to face Clint, only to freeze when she saw his already-exposed cock. Pursing her lips, she whined softly, but, reminding herself that a nice payday might be in her future, she shakily lowered herself to her knees, staring with little more than complete uncertainty at Clint’s member.
She felt like she was about as experienced as she could be at eating pussy, thanks to the long nights she had spent between Rose’s thighs, but she didn’t know the first thing about sucking dick. Pearl stared blankly at Clint’s shaft, hesitantly reaching out and wrapping her fingers around the base. She squeezed it gently, almost fearfully, as if her gentle, nervous touch would harm it or cause it to shoot its load early. A single, exploratory stroke was all Pearl managed before, suddenly, with a loud smack, her head was jerked to the side.
“AH!”
Pearl yelped in pain, her cheek stinging from the slap Clint had just given her. She raised her eyes, looking up at him in confusion, surprise, and just a bit of fear.
“Let’s go, sweet cheeks!” Clint ordered, pulling his hand back threateningly. “Want another reminder?”
“Okay, okay! I’m doing it!” Pearl said, taking hold of Clint’s cock with both hands.
He still reached down to smack her, but this time, he seemed to do so in approval.
Slap-slap!
Two very light taps landed on Pearl’s cheek. She took these as a signal to hurry things along so, deciding there was no better way to learn than by doing, she opened her lips and took Clint in her mouth.
Pearl couldn’t decide if she liked the taste, or if Clint really tasted like anything in particular at all. This wasn’t so bad, after all, she decided, clumsily sliding forward and back, trying her best to bob her head in a way she thought she should. Glancing up at Clint for approval every few seconds, she saw that he seemed to be getting more and more impatient with her. After a short while of awkwardly moving back and forth, Pearl caught another smack on her cheek, causing her to let out a muffled whimper around Clint’s shaft.
“Alright, this isn’t working out,” Clint sighed, grabbing Pearl by the back of the head. “I think I’ll just take it from here…”
Pearl raised an eyebrow questioningly, and was almost immediately afterwards pulled roughly down by Clint, gagging as his cock was forced down her throat.
“GGGHHHLLLKKKK!”
Pearl sputtered and choked, doing her best to brace herself against Clint’s thighs in an attempt to push herself off of him. Her efforts were completely in vain, though, and she ended up unable to keep herself from being dragged back and forth like a ragdoll. Her throat bulged around Clint’s shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth, and tears welled in her eyes as she fought to breathe. Spit ran down her chin, dribbling out of her lips while she gurgled and gagged on Clint’s member.
“Now THIS is more like it,” Clint groaned, thrusting his hips into Pearl’s face. “You’ve got a nice little mouthpussy on you for a dyke, doll!”
“HHHGGGMMMMPPPHHH!”
Pearl sputtered as tears, brought on by a lack of air, ran down her blue-flushed cheeks. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, and she clutched weakly at Clint’s belt, hanging onto him only to keep herself upright while he fucked her throat. Finally, after what seemed to Pearl like forever, Clint suddenly pulled back, and then slammed his cock down her throat and unleashed a torrent of cum she was unable to stop as she felt every hot rope gush down her throat and eventually fill up her mouth. Clint stared, satisfied but not yet sated, sliding his cock from her mouth with a wet pop.
Pearl fell forward, wrapping her arms around Clint’s legs to steady herself as she was released. She coughed and retched, spitting up mouthfuls of spunk onto the floor.
“What do we say?” Clint asked, pulling Pearl back by the hair and forcing her to look up at him.
“Wh-hhhurk! What?” Pearl asked weakly between coughs.
“Aren’t you going to thank me for the job opportunity?” Clint asked, gripping her face and staring the suggestion into Pearl.
“Th-Thank you,” Pearl gasped.
“And wouldn’t you like another chance to show me what you can do?” Clint continued, raising his hand again.
“Yes, I w-would,” Pearl answered, shying away from Clint’s hand. “Thank y-you for the opportunity…”
“That’s better,” Clint said with a smile.
He pushed Pearl away and swept the clutter from his desk, sending papers, pens and other things clattering to the floor. With surprising firmness and strength, he lifted Pearl to her feet, holding her until she had regained some steadiness. After a moment, he pushed her, and the backs of her knees caught the edge of his desk, causing her to tumble over onto her back.
Clint lifted Pearl’s legs as she fell, gripping her by her ankles, which quickly ended up in the air. Pearl whined as she landed, her head and arms hanging limply off the edge of the desk. Clint ran one hand down her legs, tracing a path down between her thighs with his fingertips in an almost gentle motion.
“You won’t have to do too much for this one,” Clint said, a hint of excited slyness in his voice.
He gripped the tight fabric of Pearl’s leggings and, with a firm tug, tore a hole in them at the crotch, revealing a pair of tight, pink panties which clung tightly to her creamy-white skin. She whimpered, lifting her head and staring nervously at Clint through the gap in her thighs.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this in your office,” Pearl said, glancing first at the door and then toward a window. “Someone could-,”
“Believe me,” Clint interrupted. “Before long, everyone is gonna know what a good little whore you are, so quit complaining, lay back, and do what you do best.”
His command was punctuated by a thrust, and his cock slid over the soft fabric of Pearl’s panties and between her thighs, rubbing along the outline of her slit through her underwear. Pearl decided it was best to just do what she was told, so she leaned back and shut up, staring up at the ceiling as Clint slid her panties aside.
The lips of Pearl’s sex were tight and puffy, perfectly smooth and enticing. Clint wasted no time in claiming the tight little cunt for himself, lining his cock up and forcing his way in with a single, rough stroke. Pearl winced, gasping sharply as she was penetrated. She had, of course, used some toys in the past with Rose, but the real thing was much different, and as Clint bottomed out inside her, she found herself biting her lip and shivering from the sensation of being filled by his girth.
Clint began to fuck Pearl immediately, giving her no time to adjust to the feeling of being stretched by her first cock. He drove his hips into her fast and hard, causing his desk to creak and shake beneath her. The office filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, joined by the pair’s gasps and Pearl’s quiet squeaks. Clint paid her no mind, only getting faster and faster as he took her, grunting louder and breathing harder as he neared climax.
Pearl wasn’t sure how much time had passed once Clint finally finished. She winced, gasping softly as she felt, without warning, a few hot bursts of sticky fluid squirt inside her pussy. Clint pulled out once his orgasm began, groaning as he stroked his cock and sprayed the remainder of his load all over Pearl’s thighs. Her torn leggings turned a shade of bluish-purple in the places they were stained by Clint’s jizz. Finally, once he had squeezed the last of his spunk out onto Pearl’s legs and over her pussy, Clint sighed contentedly, stuffing his cock back into his pants.
“Alright, you’re hired,” he remarked, shooting her a smug grin. “Full time salary, health benefits, the works, I’d be an idiot to pass up the chance to have a pussy this good on a daily basis!”
“Fine,” Pearl grumbled, not willing to pass up on a job even after all that. “But this isn’t going to continue! I’m not just some piece of meat for you to bend over whenever you feel like it!”
She was positive he wouldn’t be able to keep his focus on her due to the deluge of women passing through and she’d be able to have as close to a normal job as possible in such a bizarre workplace.
-Months Later-
“Yes, ma’am, I have you in for three o’clock next Tuesday.”
Pearl curled the phone’s cord around her finger. She leaned over her desk, taking no heed whatsoever of Clint for the moment as he stepped behind her, lifting her tight, blue miniskirt and shifting her panties to the side.
“He’s not in just this minute,” Pearl lied, wiggling her rear while Clint lined himself up with her slit. “Could you leave a message?”
Clint thrust into Pearl, and she nearly broke her composure, but managed to keep her voice under control, getting away with just a shiver as she was stretched by her boss’s cock.
“Mm-hm… Could you spell that?”
She held a hand over the phone’s mouthpiece to muffle the sounds of sex, jotting down a few quick notes on a pad of paper.
“A… L… Two L’s? Okay… U… R… A… Is that correct?”
Clint grabbed hold of Pearl’s waist and sped his thrusts, causing her to whimper softly as her cheeks turned a shade of bright-blue.
“Okay, then,” she concluded, having barely been able to keep herself composed for the last minute or so of the conversation. “W-We’ll see you T-Tuesday, then. Goodbye.”
She hung up the phone, and immediately let out a long, high-pitched squeal, shuddering as Clint pumped a load of cum deep into her pussy.
“Oooooohhhhhhh, FUCK!” Pearl moaned. “We really can’t keep doing this at work, Clint! I almost lost it!”
“Mmmfff… Sorry, doll,” Clint groaned as he finished squirting his load into Pearl. “Needed to relieve some stress… What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s not like these girls don’t know what they’re getting into, right?”
“I definitely didn’t!” Pearl retorted. “Oh well… It’s not like it doesn’t feel incredible… Just make sure your checks keep clearing, alright? I’m not letting you fuck me for my health, you know! And could you please try to make it to all your meetings from now on? That dick isn’t nearly good enough for me to put up with all these scheduling conflicts!”
Clint sighed, reluctantly promising not to blow off any more meetings. He pulled out of Pearl with a grin on his face, wondering just how he got lucky enough to find such a fantastic secretary.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
“AHHNNN! D- Don’t f-forget your- MMF! Three o’c- cloooohhhck today, sir!”
Pearl shuddered, tightening her grip on her boss’s desk as he slammed his hips forward, burying his cock inside her and filling her up with hot cum.
“Don’t worry, doll,” Clint assured his nude secretary. “My calendar is clear! Anything else on the agenda today?”
Pearl’s legs quivered as Clint pulled out of her. She struggled to steady herself and to stand, keeping her thighs squeezed together so the load of fresh jizz in her cunt didn’t spill all over the floor.
“There was something, actually,” she said after catching her breath. “We got an audition tape in the mail this morning.”
“Audition tape?” Clint asked, intrigued. “For our studio?”
“That’s right,” Pearl said, nodding. “From… Zork Industries, I believe. They mentioned a collaboration between our studios, and-,”
“Never heard of ‘em!” Clint interrupted. “But I’m not about to turn down some free entertainment! Make some popcorn and grab the tape, sugarlips! Chop chop!”
Pearl sighed, nodded obediently, and shuffled off, careful not to let a single drop of cum make it to the floor while she retrieved the tape.
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“Is this thing, like, even on, dude?”
“News flash! That is not my camera you’re wiggling!”
“Oops! Sorry, dude!”
The static filling the screen flickered, gradually fading away as a clear picture came into focus. Nothing was visible at first but a pair of big, barely-contained, jiggling, purple breasts stuffed into a too-tight, red leather dress. They bounced as their owner moved around, poking buttons and pulling levers, trying to get the camera operational.
“We have picture!” came a voice from directly behind the camera. “We’re live!”
“Awesome!”
The purple-skinned woman stepped back and hopped onto a couch, coming to a stop well before her chest stopped bouncing. Already sitting next to her was another, slightly bustier, slightly chubbier, and significantly shorter woman, wearing a similar, equally-tight one-piece suit.
“Hey, dudes!” she beamed, waving at the camera. “I’m Coco Nebulon, and this is my audition tape for Paramore Productions!”
She ran a hand through the numerous, squirming tentacles hanging from her head like hair, winking one of her pale-blue eyes at the camera as she crossed her legs.
“Our audition tape,” the other woman corrected. “Name’s Raelynn, and our fabulous camera-slash-camera-operator here is Max Focus. Say hi, Max!”
“Good evening, viewers!” the voice from behind - or rather, inside of - the camera called. “Max Focus here bringing you all a sexy scoop!”
Max zoomed in on the women on the couch, panning his camera over their bodies. Coco was the taller of the two by far, and her figure was more pronounced than Raelynn’s. With a slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and bouncy breasts, her body was a bombshell just waiting to explode out of the tiny one-piece she had squeezed into for just this particular occasion. She smiled seductively at the camera, giving another, flirtier wave as she uncrossed her legs for just a moment, revealing a lack of underwear, but not much else.
Raelynn giggled at Coco’s bold, flirtatious introduction. The red-lensed patch over her right eye gleamed as the camera focused on her face, highlighting the pink blush beginning to spread across her cheeks. Her uncovered eye was a brilliant shade of blue, and her hair, silky-smooth and brown with a single white-streaked bang, was tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed a bit more conservatively, though her clothing was just as tight as her co-star’s. A sleeveless, form-fitting, reddish-purple bodysuit highlighted her curvy waist, her plump breasts, and her soft, thick thighs. She wore a pair of knee-high boots, and she sat with her thighs squeezed tightly together, squishing them against each other.
“Let’s not keep our lovely viewers waiting!” Max urged, moving closer to Coco and Raelynn for a better shot. “Show them what they want to see!”
“He’s right,” Coco said. “Get over here, dude!”
Raelynn didn’t get much of a say in the matter. Coco’s tentacles snaked out from her head, wrapping themselves around Raelynn’s waist and dragging her in close. She yelped in surprise at first, but quickly started giggling as the tentacles wriggled all over her, tickling her playfully as she was pulled onto Coco’s lap.
“Quit it, Coco!” Raelynn laughed, kicking her feet. “That tickles!”
“What, this?”
Coco grabbed hold of Raelynn’s waist, keeping her in place while her purple tentacles wiggled and squirmed around her. Raelynn toppled over onto the couch, breathless and with Coco following closely behind, kneeling over top of her.
“You’re too fun to tease,” Coco giggled.
The purple-skinned woman leaned in, planting her lips firmly against Raelynn’s. Both girls moaned, and Raelynn quickly went from squirming and trying to wiggle away to clutching Coco tightly, trying to pull her even closer as they kissed. Coco snuck a hand between Raelynn’s legs while she was distracted, and let her fingers drag up her soft, squishy thighs, teasing a path up toward her crotch. Raelynn noticed, of course, and gasped softly in response, but did nothing to keep Coco from groping her.
As soon as the two broke their kiss, pausing briefly to gasp for breath, Coco’s hands found their way to Raelynn’s plump chest. She squished and squeezed her big, soft tits through her suit, grinning at every little squeak and moan Raelynn let out in response. A single, purple tentacle snuck its way between Raelynn’s breasts while Coco played with them. It slithered into Raelynn’s cleavage and up toward her neck, wrapping tightly around the zipper of her bodysuit and slowly dragging it down.
“Oh!”
Raelynn gasped in surprise as her suit was unzipped. She hadn’t noticed that Coco had started to undress her until her tits were practically bursting out of her half-open suit. Her now-exposed cleavage jiggled while Coco continued squeezing, slipping her hands into the opened suit to grab a big handful.
“Ooh, Rae!” Coco giggled. “They’re so big! I’m jealous!”
She gave Raelynn’s tits a firm squeeze, stopping to rub and grope them some more before finally unzipping her top completely. With one firm yank, her tentacle pulled Raelynn’s zipper down to her waist, causing her top to fly open.
Raelynn yelped as her upper body was exposed. Her breasts bounced free, only to be quickly stilled by Coco’s grasp. Her soft, pink, innie nipples made fine targets for Coco, who wasted no time in pinching and poking them. Coco teased Raelynn’s soft little nubs until they popped up, stiffening under her touch. Raelynn whimpered and moaned, shivering in response and reflexively wrapping her legs around Coco’s waist, squeezing her close.
Coco gave Raelynn another quick kiss on the lips before turning her attention further south. She kissed her way down Raelynn’s neck, coaxing out soft little gasps and moans as she peppered her skin with gentle smooches. She took her time, but eventually, Coco reached Raelynn’s chest and buried her face in her ample cleavage. She squashed her breasts together around her head, rubbing them against her cheeks and kissing the plump, juicy mounds all over. Finally, after dragging her tongue across Raelynn’s skin all the way toward her nipple, Coco planted her lips on the stiff, pink nub and sucked.
“MMM! Coco!”
Raelynn moaned loudly, grinding desperately against Coco as the purple-skinned woman sucked her nipple. She could feel her tongue flicking back and forth, deviously teasing her between sucks. Coco’s teeth gently grazed the sensitive, pink flesh topping Raelynn’s breast, causing her to shiver. She reached around Coco’s waist and grabbed hold of her dress, hiking it up in a single, rough movement, baring her lower body for the camera.
Coco’s tight ass flexed as she rolled her hips, rubbing up against Raelynn. Between her thighs, a heavy, purple pouch was clearly visible, tightening and pulsing powerfully as she thrust her hips forward. The camera zoomed in on Coco’s balls for a moment, catching the rhythmic flex of her churning orbs as she continued to grind against Raelynn.
“MWAH!”
With a loud pop, Coco finally pulled away from Raelynn’s chest, licking her lips as she straightened herself up. She climbed off of her, roughly yanking her top down completely, letting it hang around her waist as she reached for her zipper.
“Hurry up and fuck me,” Raelynn begged breathlessly, wiggling her hips beneath Coco.
“I would if you’d stop squirming,” Coco teased back, unzipping the rest of Raelynn’s suit.
Raelynn’s bodysuit came open completely, revealing a neat little tuft of brown hair topping her wet, puffy sex. Coco yanked her clothes off completely, completely baring her plump little body for the camera. Her tits were impressive, of course, but her curvy frame, her thick thighs, and her cute, slightly-pudgy belly all lent themselves to an adorable package that Coco couldn’t hope to resist.
Coco climbed off the couch, letting her erect cock finally pop out from between her thighs. Her shaft throbbed and twitched as it stood up, and a strand of pre-cum was flung from the tip, splattering onto Raelynn’s chest. Coco hastily pulled her dress off, grunting as she struggled to get it over her chest and head. Her tits spilled out, bouncing free as she managed to strip. Her dark-purple nipples were already stiff as could be, and tiny beads of sweat dotted her skin here and there. Breathing heavily, she threw herself back at Raelynn, pinning her to the couch again.
“MMMFFF!”
Coco and Raelynn both moaned shamelessly as they kissed, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Raelynn managed to seal her lips around Coco’s tongue, pulling it into her mouth. She bobbed her head, slurping noisily as she sucked Coco’s tongue, savoring her taste, shivering uncontrollably as lust took over all her body’s actions. She felt an intense heat building between her plump thighs, joined by a telltale wetness dripping out from the puffy lips of her pussy. She spread her legs invitingly, rolling her hips and grinding against Coco to entice her in.
Coco’s shaft slipped between the lips of Raelynn’s cunt, sliding along her warm, wet sex. She moaned, thrusting in response to Raelynn’s movements, pressing her cock against her. Raelynn made sure Coco’s body stayed firmly pressed against hers, holding her in place with a tight leglock and forcing her to keep grinding. She wanted to be fucked more than anything right now, but each time Coco’s tip brushed against her clit, the little jolt of pleasure that followed was enough to keep her from pushing things along too quickly for the time being. For right now, at least, she was content to tease Coco, giving her a little taste of the warm, tight wetness that she had to offer, but not letting her inside just yet.
Coco was more than eager to begin, and with each thrust, she fully intended on penetrating Raelynn. She was finding that much to be easier said than done, though, and each move she made turned into another failed attempt at sliding her cock inside of Raelynn. She was getting too excited to go along with Raelynn’s teasing, and before too much longer, she had run out of patience. Now, she needed to fuck Raelynn, and she wasn’t about to let the foreplay take over for the main event.
“MMMPWAH! Hold still,” Coco ordered, finally managing to break away from Raelynn’s kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Raelynn teased, wiggling around beneath Coco. “Are you getting too turned- OOOHHH!!!”
Pinning Raelynn’s wrists down and slamming her hips forward, Coco cut her off with a single, well-placed thrust. Her thick, hard cock sank effortlessly into Raelynn’s folds, plunging deep into her tight, wet pussy. She grunted as she bottomed out, shuddering as she felt her twitching member being squeezed snugly by Raelynn’s inner walls.
“Mmmmm, FUCK, you’re tight!” Coco sighed, exhaling shakily. “I almost forgot how good your pussy was…”
“And you’re so big!” Raelynn squealed, biting her lip and shivering. “I can barely think with your fat fucking dick stretching me out like this!”
Raelynn’s face was the very image of bliss. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with glee, her cheeks were rosy-red with heat, and her lips curled into an eager smile. She moaned happily as Coco began to move, finally giving her the fucking she needed so badly.
“OOH!”
Raelynn squeaked at Coco’s first stroke, letting out a high-pitched yelp as her curvy body rippled from the force of Coco’s thrust. Her lips parted and her mouth hung open in a perfectly-round O-shape as she gasped and moaned softly, letting her eyes close slowly as she lost herself in the bliss of being filled by Coco’s firm member.
Coco could hardly control her movements. She rocked her hips as gently as she could, but it took all of her willpower not to give in to her animalistic urge to fuck Raelynn into a coma. Every time she pulled back, she sank right back in, sliding along the warm, soft, wet channel of Raelynn’s sex and deep into her welcoming hole. The reflexive twitches and contractions of Raelynn’s inner walls made Coco feel like she was being sucked into her, pulled in by her pussy as if the hole itself was trying to squeeze a load out of her.
“Mmmm… Harder!” Raelynn begged, wrapping her legs back around Coco’s rear. “Fuck me hardeeeer!”
“How’s this?” Coco asked, slamming her hips forward as hard as she could. “NNF!”
“AH! YES!”
Raelynn let her tongue flop out of her mouth. Drool began leaking down her chin, and her one uncovered eye rolled back as Coco fell into a steady, hard rhythm. She fucked her slowly but strongly, causing the couch to shake and Raelynn’s tits to jiggle with each thrust. Raelynn loved it. She squeaked and gasped and yelped with each move Coco made, and her pussy was sopping wet, leaking copious amounts of warm, wet arousal all over the couch.
“Uuuaaahhh… Fugg me fashter!” Raelynn slurred, unable to speak clearly with her tongue hanging out.
Coco complied eagerly, picking up her pace and fucking Raelynn as hard and as fast as she could manage. Wet slaps filled the air, joined by moans from both girls and creaks from the couch’s springs. Coco’s strokes were quick and firm, and Raelynn’s thighs, butt, belly, and tits rippled rhythmically in time with each thrust.
Raelynn went cross-eyed and she managed to lace her fingers between Coco’s, holding her hands tightly as she spiraled toward her limit. Coco was nearing her peak as well. She gritted her teeth, moaning and grunting as she lost her rhythm and began moving wildly, fucking Raelynn in a desperate, fast-paced race to the finish. She stumbled forward and toppled over on top of Raelynn, who pulled her in tightly, locking her arms and legs tightly together around her back.
“MMMFFF!”
Coco let out a loud, shaky grunt as Raelynn locked lips with her again. Both girls fought for dominance, their tongues swirling and snaking around each other. They explored each other’s mouths as both of their climaxes built and built, threatening to boil over at any moment. Raelynn broke the kiss for just a second, her tongue flopping out and her eye glazed over with lust as she stared deeply into Coco’s bright, blue eyes.
“Aaaahhhnnn! C-Cum inside me!” she begged, desperately rolling her hips against Coco in time with her thrusts. “NNNFFF!”
Coco lunged forward, silencing Raelynn with a deep, wet kiss as she indulged her request. With a few final, quick thrusts, she bounced her hips up and down, building up momentum for one last, powerful stroke. She drove her hips down, slamming her body against Raelynn’s with a loud, resounding clap. Her cock sank into Raelynn’s pussy all the way to the hilt, sliding balls-deep into her wet, twitching tunnel.
Raelynn came just moments before Coco, letting out a muffled, drawn-out squeal into her mouth. Her cunt flexed and pulsed, clenching tightly around Coco’s shaft as she squirted all over her balls and onto the couch. Wet gushes of girlcum splattered onto Coco’s thighs and leaked onto the floor, and after the first rush of wetness, Coco found herself careening over the edge as well.
Coco returned Raelynn’s scream of ecstasy, only managing to shut herself up by wrapping her lips around Raelynn’s tongue and sucking. She moaned and slurped, grinding against Raelynn as she pumped her pussy full of fresh, hot cum. Her balls pulsed and throbbed as they emptied themselves into Raelynn’s twitching cunt. Fat, sticky ropes of jizz erupted into Raelynn, filling her to the brim until she overflowed and a rush of white cream spilled out around Coco’s balls, bubbling out and gushing all over the couch in a big, messy puddle.
They stayed locked together, still kissing and gasping for breath intermittently. Coco only pulled out once she had gone completely soft, shakily pushing herself off of Raelynn, who caressed her cheek as she pulled away. Breathless, sweaty, and barely able to walk, Coco staggered up to Max, turning his camera so it focused mostly on Raelynn.
“Take… Take a… Phew! Take a good look!” Coco beamed, gesturing toward Raelynn. “She really… really had the time of her… of her life!”
Raelynn held up a shaky peace sign, gasping as her pussy twitched and a spurt of Coco’s load oozed out from between her quivering thighs.
“Isn’t that a scoop!” Max chimed in. “Paramore Productions would be crazy to turn you girls down!”
Coco stepped back into frame and grinned at the camera, waving and blowing it a kiss.
“Is it my turn yet?”
Coco turned just in time to see a short, green-skinned girl prance into the room, a blatant erection throbbing under her bodysuit.
“Ayla!” Coco scolded. “I thought I told you we were-,”
Max switched the camera off, and the feed was filled with static.
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“Dhey’we fughin hired!”
Clint applauded the now-blank television screen, cheering around a mouthful of popcorn. Pearl jotted some notes down, her cheeks a conspicuously-bright shade of blue as she snuck her hand out from between her thighs.
“I’ll pencil in a meeting for next week, then,” she said, scribbling into her pocket calendar. “We’ll want to make it official if we’re going to keep them on as regular actresses.”
“Damn right we will, toots!” Clint replied with a grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve got a three o’clock to get to!”
“Actually, sir, it’s only noon right now,” Pearl corrected, squeezing her thighs together, clearly worked up by the audition video. “We’ve… Got an open schedule for a few hours…”
Clint raised an eyebrow, confused. Pearl sighed. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, shrugging and gesturing to her cleavage.
“Oh. OH! Loud and clear, baby doll!” Clint said, cracking his knuckles. “I can always spare a few hours for my favorite secretary!”
Pearl leaned back, biting her lip as she hiked her skirt up, revealing just how wet Coco’s and Raelynn’s performance had made her. She was sure she and Clint would have plenty of time to fool around in the office, but even if they lost track of time, she was fine with letting his next appointment wait a bit… Or, better yet, walk in on them…