My Debut

I literally can't stop shaking. I can't believe I just watched myself in a porn video. And like, on a legit website. Even though I just shut my laptop closed, I'm finding it so hard to not open back up. Do I regret it? LIke not at all. I had the best fucking time shooting that thing. I keep playing it over and over again in my head. Even four months later. Whatever happened to that guy anyway? I should really reach out and see if the producers can give me his number, I didn't have a chance to get it. Anyway, what you see on screen doesn't always capture everything that's going on in front of the camera.

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If you saw me out and about in Los Angeles, the first thing that would probably notice is my ass. I'm not really trying to brag or be a bitch. I just know it's really big, and plump, and something a lot of my male partners over the years have gone above and beyond to address, worship, and obsess over. It's just like, how they're programmed. You know? I like to think I've become someone they'd lust over. I don't really struggle on the dating apps. It's more stressful keeping them away than to bring them in. I'm just starting my prime at 23, and these guys all want a piece.

Even though I'm trans, I'm still just the average height of a woman at 5'5". I've got beautifully tanned white skin that I can keep at that perfect level thanks to the warm Los Angeles sun and the small balcony on my apartment I sunbathe on. I've got that modern curvy figure, rocking the tightest waistline I can, which accentuates my plump butt even further. I'm what you'd describe as slim thicc. I've got long dark brown hair that goes down to my shoulder blades. You'd think it's black it's so dark. I keep my skin perfectly smooth and soft. I'm religious with how often I get manicures and pedicures done. I literally never miss my monthly appointments. Ever. My style is pretty laid back. I go with a lot of athleisure or just pretty light coverage with my clothes. Lots of crop tops, short shorts, mini skirts, sandals. I like to show myself off. I'm proud of my body and how hard I've worked for it. And how far I've come in my journey.

I've lived here for like three years now. In LA that is. Before that, I was living in my crappy little Kansas hometown. Trust me, not the place to come out to your parents as trans. Or to have any hint of identity and independence. So, after working the register at a crappy fast food place off the interstate for long enough, I bought the crappiest car I could find online and booked a one way ticket to Los Angeles. Well, it broke down in San Bernardino and I had to take buses to get to my friend's place. I crashed on a couch and found a job at a makeup store. Which is where I am now.

I'm loving my life. I go on dates, go out with my girlfriends. I've got the cuuuutest little yorkie. She's my princess. Everythings great here in LA, but I sometimes feel like I'm not really taking advantage of where I'm at. Like, this is the movie star capital of the world. Why am I not trying to become one too? I feel like I've got everything it takes. I'm cute. I'm funny. And I know guys want to watch me. And they definitely want to see me naked. So why not give adult modeling a shot? It's not gonna ruin my thriving career at the makeup store register.

My best friend Lexi pointed out that there was an advert online for girls to submit applications for a production company, which ran a lot of sites, including HotPeopleFuck. I hadn't really seen any of their stuff, it was all pretty cis-centric and just didn't feel geared towards me. I'd told Lexi I was interested in trying to break into the industry, and she insisted that they were looking to introduce new trans performers into the mix. So, I filled it out!

It asked for a bunch of normal stuff, like my age and a basic physical description. Along with that, they asked for my social media tags so they could get a better look. Luckily I had an army of skilled photographers as girlfriends, so my shots all looked snatched. I also had to submit a short video of myself and why I wanted a chance to perform.

"Well, like..... Why not?" I said, shrugging and laughing as I looked into the camera perched on my bedroom dresser. "I wanna be a star, you guys are the ones who make it happen."

A couple weeks later, they reached back out to me and said I was going to move on to the in-person interview and then potentially film a session! I couldn't believe it! They told me to come as I usually dress, and that everything and all the details will get worked out there.

I take the directions to the address laid out in the confirmation email. The app leads me to the outskirts of the city. I park my beat up hatchback in front of what looked like an old office suite building, and walk up to the front door and hit the buzzer. I'm wearing my white sleeveless crop top, a pair of denim booty shorts, and tan sandals. In preparation for the interview, I got both my toenails and fingernails painted a soft pink.

I hear the door unlock and watch as it gets slowly pushed open. A large bald man pokes his head outside. "Can I help you?" He asks.

"Hi, I'm Aly.... I was told I have an interview here..." I say, a bit shy.

"Ohhhh, yeah yeah that's right, sorry we've got a lot of things going on here. Come in." He says, holding the door open as he leads me to the front desk.

A different man approaches around the corner. "Hey, she's with me." He says. He's more wiry, with curly black hair and a mustache. Almost as if he was frozen on this very set in the 1970s and then brought back just now. "This way..." He says, turning around and heading down a long hallway, leading to a small office at the end.

"Alright... take a seat..." He says, rustling through papers as he looks up at me. "I'm Dave by the way. Dave Powers."

I take my seat in a plastic blue chair, looking over at him. "So.... what do I do?" I ask, confusion openly spreading across my face.

"Well, we've just gotta work out some paperwork, and I need to talk you through what's gonna happen so you're not confused." He says, sliding a piece of paper across the desk with a pen. "This is a contract. It's for a single shoot. If it's good, we'll bring you back in and talk extensions, et cetera et cetera."

Without looking down at the piece of paper, I take the pen and sign away my body for the afternoon. I was here to shoot a video. Who cared about the specific details. When I'm a star I'll get an agent to do all of this anyway.

"Perfect... Okay, so how familiar are you with our format?" He asks me.

"Not very... honestly I don't really watch your stuff. Since you don't have any trans girls in your videos."

"Well, that's gonna change today sweetheart. We're trying to bring in the next crop of girls through our studio. But that's alright, I'll tell you real quick. It's just like the fucking name says. We get hot people, and they fuck. It's all anonymous, you won't meet the guy until you're on camera. We'll ask you both some questions, you get to know each other a bit, flirt and get all horny, and then you fuck. Pretty simple." He says as he tucks the contract away.

"Do I have a changing room?" I ask as he starts to stand up.

"No, you're shooting as is sweetheart." He says.

"Like... right now?" I ask, turning in the chair as he stands in the doorway. "Is the guy here?"

"Yeah, and he's waiting for you. Come on" he says to me, gesturing to get up.

I stand up, my heart racing as I rush to follow him. I hadn't quite expected to shoot today, and I was only made up in the way that I am whenever I go out and run errands. He leads me down a long hallway, dimly lit that leads to a double black door. He bushes it open and holds it for me.

Inside is a massive white walled room. Sitting alone in the middle of the vast expanse is a single black couch. Arrayed in front of it is a large collection of bright lights, shining on the couch. A fancy camera has been set up on its tripod facing the couch.

"This is... where the magic happens!" He says, matter of factly gesturing towards the couch. "Go ahead and take a seat, you can leave your bag here." he says, taking my purse and setting it on a random table off to the side.

I slowly walk over to the couch. It's upholstered with a nice looking black leather. I sit down, adjusting myself in my seat as the director steps over behind the camera. "Alright honey... I'm just gonna ask you a few questions, and then we'll bring in your co-star and we'll get going." He says, clapping his hands together before hitting *RECORD* on the camera. "And we are rolling.... Now, who is this pretty little thing I have here in front of me today?" He asks.

I smile up at him, and he gestures with his finger to look into the camera. I adjust my vision, looking down the lens as I begin to answer. "Hi! I'm Aly!" I say, waving at the camera lens.

"And tell our lucky viewers at home a little about yourself Aly!" He says, sticking his thumb up.

"Ooooh, well... let's see... I'm 23 years old... I'm a trans girl... I'm originally from the middle of literally NOWHERE! But I've been living here in LA for a few years now!" I say, laughing and trying to show how much I'm enjoying myself.

"Oh we love girls from the middle of nowhere...." He says from behind the camera. "You know, we find those are our best performers!"

"Oh really? Hopefully I'm your best one yet!" I say with a giggle, shrugging one shoulder up. "And better than these big city bitches too!" I say with another laugh.

He laughs as he continues. "How have things been here for you in LA? Been dating a lot of guys lately?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, I honestly have had a PRETTY good time dating around here in LA" I say, nodding my head enthusiastically.

"Do you have like, boyfriends? Or just guys you fuck?" He asks.

"Oh, a little bit of both. Single right now" I say, raising my hand to show a ringless finger.

"And what kinds of guys do you usually date or go for?" He asks.

"Guys who look like they have a trust fund" I say with a laugh. "OMG, I know that like, sounds so bad! But like... I wanna go to the country club and sip champagne with the other housewives!" I say with a laugh, shrugging my shoulders yet again.

"Absolutely nothing wrong with that lifestyle Aly! But hopefully we can make you enough of a star you can get that membership yourself!" he says with a chuckle.

"Absolutely, and then find my trust fund boy toy" I say with another giggle.

"Do you like, always bottom with the guys you're with?" He asks me.

I nod along, "yeah.... Almost always. I've always been a bottom. I've definitely topped, you've gotta try everything at least once, you know? But my heart's in bottoming" I say with another giggle, brushing my hair to the side.

"What do guys do that you like? What are you like, into Aly?"

"I love guys that are like, dominant, assertive, mayyyyybe even a bit aggressive." I say with a giggle.

"So you like it rough?"

"Absolutely"

"Okay perfect... So, Aly... I mentioned earlier your co-star is already here..." he says, his voice trailing off.

"Yeah! Did you find me a guy with a trust fund?" I say with a laugh.

"No.. not exactly..." He says with a laugh. "Hey Jean-Luc, why don't you come out here?"

The doors kick back open, and into the room walks a tall and imposing man. He must be 6 feet and 5 inches tall, but his black leather boots may be adding to his height a little. Starting from his large boots and looking up, you'd see tightly fitting black denim jeans that cling to his thick legs, showing off a bulging calf and broad thighs. Wrapped around his waist is a thick black belt, with a bronze skull buckle. He slowly strides into the room, and the lighting shows off a black leather jacket draped around a pair of broad shoulders. Underneath is a skin tight black t-shirt that wraps snugly around a toned and trim stomach. Rising up to his face, you see a clean shaven guy with a buzz cut, with black bushy eyebrows. His face has the number *1978* tattooed across his left cheek in a small font. His eyebrows are both pierced, with golden studs sticking out of each side. He has his lip pierced beneath his lower lip on the left side of his face, and a nose ring on his right side. As he steps closer, he nods and takes off his black jacket, revealing a fully black tattooed left arm, and a right arm with a sleeve covering his entire forearm with traditional style tattoos. His black hair is long, kept up in a bun behind his head.

"Jean-Luc, please, join us!" The director says, waving the large man onto the set.

He sits down next to me, and nods briefly in my direction. "Bonjour." He says.

"Jean-Luc here is a male talent of ours from France! He's been in a lot of our videos over the years." The director chimes in.

"Hi...." I say, nervously looking up and down the large imposing man, the cushions beneath me rippling and lifting me up slightly as his large frame takes a seat on the couch.

"Jean.... We call him Jonny here because that French shit gets tiring to say" the director says with a laugh. "Jonny, how was your trip? Happy to be back in the greatest country on Earth?"

"Eh.... is okay, yeah?" He says with a slight grin, shrugging his shoulders.

"Ahhhh you love it here, don't fuckin lie" The director joked. "We've been flying you out here for ten fucking years to fuck our women. You love it dude"

"Hah, yeah, I love work. But the place... not so much" He said, his voice a very low and deep tone, gravely and course.

"What shoot is this for you on this trip? Like what, 5 or 6?"

"Ehhh... yeah 6 I think. Hard to count sometimes." Jean-Luc shrugged his shoulders again, flippantly taking the questions. He rarely betrayed much emotion.

"You're such a lucky fucking bastard." The director laughs. "Speaking of which, what do you think of my friend Aly here?"

I could feel him continually glancing over and looking at him, feeling his eyes move up and down my body. He shortly moved his arm back and across the backrest of the couch, further dwarfing me in comparison next to him as he spread his legs wide apart on the couch. I curled my legs up underneath me as he consumed more space, pointing my knees in his direction and slightly turning my body to face him.

He wore a subtle cologne, and hints of wood and smoke emanated from his body. I was catching myself constantly staring and glancing over at him. He was incredibly unique to look at. Almost perplexing, the concept of making so many modifications to your body. I mean I had my ears pierced, obviously. And I'd CONSIDERED getting a tattoo so many times. I was just so indecisive! But this... was on some other level. But his alterations almost... added to the allure. Like it almost made you look at him longer. And the longer I looked at him... the more I was interested in what I was seeing. His best nearly burst out of his tight fitting tank top, and his blackened arm forced you to observe just how thick and defined his forearms were.

"Very cute..." He says, looking up and down, his face remaining expressionless as he looks me up and down. I can hear a long exhale come from his nose as I leans in slightly closer.

"Aly here was just describing her type. She likes rich guys with trust funds. You got a trust fun buddy?" The director chimes in.

"Uhhh.... No, what is that?" He says, shaking his head and looking down at me.

"It's rich people shit." the director chimes in. I look up at Jean-Luc with a bit of a bashful smile. "You're not rich, are you? With rich parents?"

"Hah, no...." He says with a smile as he looks down at me. I feel his gaze piercing through my body, almost as if he's seeing through me.

"Before he was shooting porn with us, Jean-Luc was doing all sorts of shit. You like champagne, right honey? Well, he used to pick grapes and other shit for farms. Isn't that right?"

"Yes... lots of picking" he says as his gaze doesn't leave my body.

"Yeah this is a guy that works with his hands honey, and not on a keyboard. He was also in the French army too. He's killed guys and shit! Fucking banging for pay then, and banging for pay now" The director says with a smile.

"Really?" I turn, asking Jean-Luc.

He nods quietly, indicating a slashing motion across his neck with his thumb.

Who have I just been paired with?

"What do you do?" Jean-Luc asks me.

"I... I.... I sell makeup..." I say, almost feeling a bit foolish and silly.

"Nice and soft then......" He growls just above a whisper. He reaches out and puts his rough, coarse hand on my exposed thigh.

"Is that what you like?" I ask, looking up at him as I hear him exhale loudly again, his eyes lingering on my exposed thigh where his hand is placed.

"Oh yeah he really likes you." The director chimes in. "What do you think of my friend Aly?"

I look up at him, my eyes drawn to the tattoo on his face. I reach up and softly touch it with my finger. "He's so interesting.... What does this mean?"

"When I born." He says, softly taking my hand and placing it on his pec closer to me. I softly caress his pec, feeling a firm, stiff muscle just underneath the tight fitting shirt.

"You're...... 46?" I say, raising my eyebrows in surprise. I can feel my heart racing even faster, the thought of a much older man. He's twice my age!

"Yes.. and you?" He says, his fingers slowly tracing up my thighs, pushing his fingertips slightly under the fabric of my shorts, pushing them further up my legs.

"I'm.... 23...." I say, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Mmmmm....." he growls, sitting further up to look over at me as he reaches up and feels my stomach. I move my hand down to his thigh, slowly inching it further up his leg.

"Goddamn he's really into you. Look at his fucking pants Aly!" The director chimes in.

I peer down at Jean-Luc's crotch and audibly gasp. "OH!" I say, shocked at the size of the bulge forming in his pants, beginning at the base of his zipper and creeping up to the right, only visible no longer because of his belt. The bulge was... wide. Like super wide. And from what I could tell he was AT LEAST like... 8 inches? I held my hand over my mouth, trying to suppress the gasp.

"Welcome to porn honey" The director says. "I'm just gonna let you two get better acquainted. Oh, and a warning. He he may talk in French once things get going."

I look back up at Jean-Luc, and as I catch his gaze he extends his hand out and pulls me towards him by my chin. Our lips meet, softly at first. I'm a bit taken aback by how gentle his grip feels in this moment, how soft his lips are. It crazily contrasts his rough exterior everywhere else. Our lips move together slowly, loudly smacking together. I absentmindedly trace my hand up his thigh, and brush my fingertips across the bulge forming in his pants.

I shudder at the first feeling of his size in my hands. My small hands already struggle to wrap around the bulge as it pushes up against the denim fabric. I feel him drive his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine as he introduces another piercing. The sensation of the metal contrasted with his warm tongue sends another shiver down my body, and I begin to feel myself start to harden as he wraps his hand around my waist.

"J'ai besoin de ta bouche" He grunts, standing up and moving his hands to guide me down onto my knees in front of him.

I look up at him, looking confused.

"Your mouth" He says assertively.

"What do you think Aly? I know he's not your type, but do you still want to fuck him?" The director asks.

I turn to the camera and smile. "I do want to fuck him." I say, grinning as I softly pat my hand along his bulge.

"How bad?"

I smile. "Really bad"

"Good, I don't think you're going back to those rich boys when he's done with you."

I turn and look at Jean-Luc. "Is that true?"

He softly brushes my finger with his thumb.

I bring my hands up to his bulge, and slowly pull the zipper down as I look up at him. He brings his hand down, caressing my face as his palm covers the entirety of my right cheek. I pull the button undone, and reach up to pull his boxers down.

"FUCK"

I gasp loudly as I see his cock in front of me. It must sit at 11 inches in total, and easily the thickest girth I've ever seen. I nervously laugh, looking up at him as he snarls at me from above, his thumb brushing up and down my cheek.

I brush my hair out of my face, and take a deep breath. I bring my lips to his tip gently, softly pecking his tip as I look up at him. I feel his hand move to my hair, gripping it tightly without pulling on it.

I slowly lick up his shaft, feeling his warm cock against my tongue. I shudder as I hear him growl above me.

"rrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh"

I kiss his shaft just beneath his tip, looking up into his eyes, watching his breathing as I move my lips up to his tip, kissing it again before bringing my tongue back down to his base and licking up him faster.

"How's that cock Aly?" The director asks.

I look back at the camera. "Fucking massive" I say with a giggle, flicking my tongue over his tip, my hand gripping his cock at the base and keeping it there.

Jean-Luc growls louder, pulling on my hair and bringing my lips to his shaft, pushing his tip inside my mouth. My tongue brushes along the base of his shaft as I start to bob my head back and forth. I am barely managing to get ⅓ of the way down his cock.

"GGHHH.... UGHHHH... UGHHHH.... phhhhhhhhAAAGHH" he growls, yelling loudly as my lips open wider and wider, trying to take as much of him in my mouth as I can.

*GLLLCKKKK GLCKKKKK ULLLLKKKKK* I loudly gag as his tip hits the back of my throat, pushing as far down as he can as his strong hand holds my head, pushing it back and forth. He pulls my head away, making me look up at him as he slaps the tip of his cock against my left cheek.

I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out and licking up his shaft again. He slaps his tip against my outstretched tongue, it loudly thudding against my wet tongue before laying it flat on my face.

I pick the work back up, kissing inch by inch up his shaft as he unclips his belt buckle and pulls it apart. He unbuttons his jeans, sliding them slowly down his legs. I pull back, watching him step out as he stands in front of me, his cock now fully erect.

I reach down, kissing his balls as I stroke him slowly. I wrap my lips around his balls, massaging them with my tongue slowly as my hand picks up the pace.

"OHHH... UGHHH.... AGHHHH OHHHH" He growls loudly. He lifts his shirt off and over his head, revealing a hairy chest and abdominals. I reach my free hand up, and feel his stomach as he inhales and exhales. As he gets more irregular, I stroke my hand faster and faster as I bring my lips back to the tip of his cock. I wrap them around his tip, stroking his cock with both of my hands rapidly as I look up at him.

I watch him pant, his face straining. I feel a rush of excitement building inside me. I can't believe it, this veteran male pornstar, and I feel him losing his sorts with my lips around his cock.

I keep my eyes glued onto his, my hands moving faster and faster, my tongue flicking across his tip. I can taste his precum. I can feel him start to pulse. Come on... please... please...

He seem to regain his composure for a split second, and his hand grabs my hair and pull my lips off of his cock. Panting and breathing heavily, he catches his breath and looks down at me.

"Oh you bad girl, you're gonna make him cum too early." The director says laughing. "Yo, Jean, I've NEVER seen you get that bent out of sorts so fast."

He snarls up at the director. He turns back down to me, and grabs me by the waist and lifts me up to the couch. He reaches down, ravenously pulling my crop top over my shoulders. He reaches around behind me, aggressively pulling on by bra strap until it comes tumbling down. He bends his head over, diving onto my chest as he mouth pulls my left nipple into his. He flicks his tongue up and down rapidly, firmly gripping my breasts in his hand.

"Ohhh... oooooh.... Ohhhhhh" I moan softly, gasping as his mouth moves to my right nipple. He swirlings it in a circle around my nipple, and my back arches underneath him as he kisses down my stomach. He reaches down, unclipping my denim shorts and rapidly sliding them down my legs. My panties gone in the same stroke, leaving my now erect girlcock standing out.

"Tres jolie" he growls, and soon brings his mouth down to my girlcock.

"OHHHH.... AHHH FUCKKKKK" I scream. His large, warm mouth engulfs me as he bobs his head up and down.

He brings a single finger up to my mouth, and I suck on it as he pushes it against my lips.

"MMMMM... MMMMM... MMMMM" I moan as I keep my lips tight around him.

He pulls his finger down, and lifts my legs up slightly so that he can push his finger up against my ass. Before I know it, his index finger has pushed its way into my ass. He starts to gently curl his finger inside me, his large hands finding no issue with brushing his fingertip against my spot as his lips move up and down my girlcock.

"Ohhh FUCK.... OHHH FUCKKKK" I scream. I begin to feel my body start to tense up. His fingertip brushing against my spot, his lips tightly wrapped around my girlcock, my entire member inside his mouth.

"FUCKKKk.... FUCKKKKK....." My body starts to build, nearing that climactic moment. "FUCKKKK..... FUCKK..... I.... I..... FUCK THAT'S GONNA MAKE ME CUM" I scream.

He doesn't stop. He bobs his lips faster. He curls his finger more intensely, his fingertip spending more time against my spot.

"FUCKKK.... AHHHHHHHH AHHHHH FUCK I'M CUMMING FUCKKKKK" I scream, my body beginning to shake wildly as he keeps his lips wrapped around the base of my girlcock. I shake and tremble as he keeps his finger deep inside me. I shake uncontrollably, my hands flailing around wildly as I try and grip any bit of fabric on the couch.

"Goddamn.... Aly wow... cumming already?" The director laughs as he zooms in on my face.

"Wh.... wh.... What did you? How did you....?" I moan as I look down and see him pull his lips from my girlcock.

He opens his palm, spitting my cum down onto his open hand as he reaches up and rubs it off on my left cheek, down my neck, and onto my chest. He gives my cheek a soft but firm *SLAP* as he looks down at me. "Je vais te briser"

He grabs a tube of lube that the director tosses over to him. He applies it first to his two fingers. He kneels down in front of the couch, spreading my legs apart wide as he slowly pushes and inserts his lubed fingers inside me.

"Fun's just getting started Aly" The director says with a laugh.

"Ohhh... ummmmmm ahhhhh fuuuuuu" I moan out, my breathing turning into panting as I feel his thick fingers slowly stretch me out.

He pushes them deep inside me slowly, inserting and removing delicately as he waits for my body to signal that it's ready to take more. He looks up into my eyes, watching my body closely as he begins to start moving his fingers faster and faster. I make eye contact for a moment, and he flashes me a wink as he starts curling his fingers inside my hole.

"OHH... OHHH FUCK.... FUCKKKK" I scream, as his two fingers brush against my spot again. I feel myself beginning to harden again, panting out loudly. "AHHH FUCKKKK" My toes curl, my sandals having long been tossed off.

I can hear him growl, his fingers now fucking me faster, slightly curled upwards as they brush against my spot.

"Is she ready?" The director asks Jean-Luc.

He quietly pulls his fingers from my hole, and turns my body to the side so that I'm lying flat across the couch. He climbs on top, hovering over me as he spreads my legs apart and places himself between them. He bends over, kissing me softly, his right hand softly resting on top of my neck. Not squeezing, but just enough to keep me where I am. He kisses me softly again, and using his left hand applies some lube onto his thick cock and pushes his tip inside me.

"AHHHHHHH..... AHHGHHHH FUCKKK... OWWW.. OWWWWW" I scream, his thick tip pushed just inside my hole. "AHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK.... FUCK IT'S TOO BIG" I whimper loudly.

He brings his lips back to mine, kissing me as he rests his cock where it is inside me. His lips brush against mine softly, as he groans against me. He brings his lips down to my neck, kissing me softly as his hand reaches underneath my back, pulling me up slightly and arching my back as he pushes in slightly further.

"OHHH... OHHHHH..... OHHHHH FUCKKK" I scream. I instinctively wrap my legs around his back.

He whispers in my ear "please.... Please let me in" he growls in a low voice. "Please.... I need you" He pushes in slightly more, then pauses. He takes his hand, and guides my back and hips up and down from underneath, allowing him to inch in further. His right hand still around my neck, he brings his left hand up to my face as he holds my chin. "Just like that" he whispers. "Keep going... keep going baby...."

I start to grind my hips up and down for him, helping him inch down as he pushes himself deep inside me. He starts to pull back, thrusting slowly.

"Keep going.... Keep going" he whispers.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD"

"You're doing so good...." he growls in my ear.

"FUCK THAT'S SO FUCKING BIG"

His tip brushes past my spot. He groans as he pulls his cock back, and then more aggressively drives it back down. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly as he starts to thrust in and out.

I whimper and moan loudly into his mouth, my hands writhing around and looking for any grip on his shoulders as my body rocks and bounces beneath his massive frame.

I feel myself beginning to stretch out, handling him now as he thrusts in and out of me. He picks up his pace, his hands moving down to my thighs as he sits up on his knees, thrusting into me as he holds my legs wide apart. I look up, watching his chest ripple as he thrusts, beads up sweat beginning to form on his forehead, watching them drip down from his shoulders to his stomach. He pulls my foot to his mouth, kissing my left foot soles softly, then licking up my soles before sucking my toes.

He leans forward, resting my left right leg on his shoulder as my left leg dangles off the edge of the couch. He rests his hands on either side of my head, his bulging forearms flexing as he holds his body up above me, thrusting faster now as the faint tapping of his thighs slapping against my ass begins to sound out.

I reach out, holding his forearms with my hands as I look up into his eyes. I gasp with each drive into my body, biting my lip as he pulls his cock away slowly.

He pulls away slowly, his cock leaving my hole as he keeps my legs spread apart with his hands. He lets the director get a closeup of my stretched hole.

"Holy shit" the director says with a laugh. "Bro you fucking wrecked her"

I catch my breath as Jean-Luc bends down, helping me stand up and holding my hips. He pulls me in, kissing me softly as my hands find their way to his cock, stroking him delicately as his hands reach around and pull my ass apart. He takes my hand, leading me around to the back of the couch. He turns me around, bending me over the back of the couch and positioning his cock just against my hole. He puts one hand on the small of my back, and pushes inside me.

This time, my body is ready. I feel his thick shaft push through that first little bit of resistance and tightness. But then, he pops through and begins fucking me.

"Ohh.... mmmmm.... Fuck... fuck.... Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck" I moan as his thrusting picks up pace as he senses my body can handle it.

He moves his hands to my hips, holding me in place as he starts to thrust harder. He starts growling loudly, aggressively slapping his body against mine.

*RRRRRGHHHHH* he lets out. He fucks faster and faster, giving me more and more of himself with each thrust.

His intensity nearly carries my body over the back of the couch. I find myself rising from my soles to my toes, and then shortly after bent over the side with my feet suspended in the air. He continues slamming into me with his whole force.

"AHHH... AHHH.. OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK" I scream as he rails against my ass. His hands stay locked in on my hips, tightly gripping me and holding me down against the couch.

He pulls out growling and panting as he pushes me over the edge of the couch, rolling me over and onto the seat of the couch.

He walks around, looking down and snarling at me as he rolls me onto my left him, my legs extending out straight off the edge of the couch. He reaches back, undoing the tie on his bun and letting his hair fall down around his shoulders. I bite my lip as I look up at him, holding my cheek up so he can get better access to my hole.

He kneels down and lines his cock up with my hole, slowly pushing himself back in. This time, I've missed him. I've missed the warm cock inside me. The way his thrusts make me feel. He takes my feet and holds them together, and as he slowly thrusts he slowly bends my legs. As he's thrusting, I soon feel his tip hit against my spot.

"OHHH...." I gasp and whimper out, looking up at him.

He grins down at me, holding my feet in place and thrusting, his cock hitting my spot regularly as he starts to growl. He keeps an even pace, steady and in that perfect spot between slow and fast.

"Ohh.... OHHh... OHHH... FUCK...." I whimper looking up at him.

"Fuck.... rrrrghhh.... Fuckkk.... You like daddy cock, yes?" he grunts, grinning down at me.

"Yes.... OOOH... ohhhh fuck... yes...." I gasp as his cock brushes along my spot.

"Yes what?" he says, gritting his teeth as he reaches up and caresses my breast.

"Yes daddy..." I moan, watching him as he nods.

"Good... that's better" he says with a thrust. This one deeper, holding it at it's apex inside me.

"OHHHH FUCKKK" I moan, feeling my girlcock twitch.

He grins, reaching down and stroking it with his big hand slowly. He keeps his pace up, this time thrusting deeper and past my spot, brushing against it twice with each movement in and out.

"Fuckk.... Fuckkk....... Ddd.... daddy fuck" I whimper as I look up at him, feeling my body tense up again.

He keeps his pace up, one hand stroking me while the other holds my legs in the perfect spot. "Good girl... want to make daddy proud?" He growls.

"Yes daddy.... Yes daddy yes yes yes daddy" I whimper, my voice trembling as I feel my body inching closer and closer.

"Cum for daddy... you can do it... cum for daddy" He growls, stroking his hand faster. "Daddy loves you baby girl" he grunts.

At that last line, something primal awakens within me. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest and I feel an intense wave rushing through my body, emanating from my crotch and pulsing throughout. My girlcock trembles in his hand, pulsing slowly but producing very little cum. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I whimper, gasping for air as my body convulses in place, immobile due to his grip.

"Oh my god... oh my god.... Oh my god... I've never cum twice like that....." I gasp, my cheek laying flat against the leather fabric.

He keeps himself inside me, shifting my body slightly further onto the couch as he positions his knee on the seat. He now pushes into me, slightly more downward as he legs my feet and legs dangle freely off the couch. He looks down at me, both of his hands keeping grip on my waist and ass.

I reach up with my hand, placing it along his chest as I look up at him. "Thank you daddy" I whimper. I know why he's been successful.... I felt this momentary pang of jealousy. Why was he fucking other bitches? I gaze down at his stomach, watching him breath heavily.

I want him to cum. I want him to lose it. I want my reward. I've been a good girl, why can't I get my treat?

He growls, looking down at me, he starts thrusting more aggressively now.

*SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP*

He's fucking me differently now. Like, like I'm his little toy. Like he's trying to get himself there as quickly as possible.

"RRRGHHH... ARRRGHHHH... RAHHHHHWWWRRRRRR" He growls. He looks down at me, his face almost snarling as he slams into me.

*SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP*

"Ohhhh... fuckkkkk" I gasp, feeling his body nearly push me along the couch, his grip on my waist the only thing keeping me planted. "Fuckkk fuckkkkk.... Fuckkkk.... Fuckkk...." I look into his eyes. I lower my hand from his chest and down onto my thigh.

He lets out a long exhale, snarling as he begins to strain his face.

"Daddy....." I whimper. I can feel he's close. I can feel he's almost there. I want him there. I need him there. I know I'm supposed to take the money shot, but I don't want to move. I don't want to stop.

*SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP*

He's not even growling, he's just letting out long exhales through his gritted teeth.

Come on.... Please... I need it. I look up at him, giving him puppy eyes. I'm going to make him cum. "Daddy... daddy.... Daddy.... Can we do this again? I won't tell mom" I say, shaking my head as I bite my lip.

"GGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCCKK" He screams, he leans back slightly, his cock erupting inside me. I feel his warm cum empty out in my hole, feeling his thick cock pulse under my grip. I watch intensely, his body shaking, his breathing irregular, his face a sweating mess. His forearms are flexed, holding onto my waist as tight as he possibly can. He pulls back, collapsing against the back of the couch as he gasps for air. His cock slowly pulls from my hole, and in its absence I can feel his cum slowly trickle out of my ass.

The director pulls back in, getting a closeup of my ass while Jean-Luc catches his breath. I wipe my hair out of my forehead, sitting up slightly as his cum continues to slowly drip out of me. The director moves the camera to my face.

"So Aly, what did you think? Did you have fun?"

I smile at him. "I had a GREAT time" I say with a giggle.

"Jean-Luc?" The director asks.

Jean-Luc just nods his head, still catching his breath.

"Would you come back?" The director asks me.

"Absolutely." I say, a grin breaking across my face.

"What would you be down to try?"

"Literally like, anything" I say with a giggle.

"Would you eat his ass?" he says, gesturing to Jean-Luc.

"Whatever daddy wants" I say with a giggle. I bend over, kissing his tip as I lick some final drops of cum off of it.

"What do you think?" The director asks Jean-Luc.

"Anything to get her back." He pants.

"Sounds like a plan." The director says.

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The camera cut, and after that it was all pretty much business as usual. I took a shower, got dressed again, and went on about my life. I got a pretty handsome little paycheck in my inbox. On the recommendation of Dave, the director, I've even gotten to film some other projects and stuff lately. But like, seeing my debut scene and all... just wow....

*Hey Aly, it's Dave*

A text message appears on my phone.

*You free this coming week? Jean-Luc is back from France for a few days.*