Venice Beach Dreams (Closed to milkmaiden38)

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Venice Beach Dreams
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*Jackson Towe was a 19 year old surfer who was raised in the slums and ghetto of Venice Beach. He was considered a perfect man. Growing up in the slums of Venice, played Pop Warner football as well as high school football. But the gridiron was not his true calling. His true calling was the waves at Venice Beach and Santa Monica while he grabbed his wakeboard. Getting ready to head over to the pier and beach to set himself up for a surfing training session before the surfing contest.

He looked around to see if the scouting talents had showed up, which they did. Today was the day of the annual Wave Surf Am Jam contest where the first prize winner will get a $5000 grand prize in cash for winning the contest. The competition was tough and others were getting good, if not better than himself and most. Last year's winner, Dalton Frank started his surfing run. His waves and stance were bar none like always. Jason O'Flaherty, the second place runner up was next to do his set. Both of these men had been named amateur surfers but do a second run in the Am Jam contest.

Next, it was Jackson's turn to do his run. His moves and stance was flawless. However, Jackson still has trouble and focus with surfing. Only then, the scouts loved Jackson but the judges had little score for Jackson. Might be 3rd place for him but better than a lower place. The next runs were decent and up to par than most people. The contest had been over for both divisions. They are calling out the men's division standings. "And in 3rd place, we have a newcomer, Ricky Santoma!!" Ricky was a year younger than Jackson and had surfed better than Jackson. But Jackson wasn't losing hope. "And 2nd place goes to...... I don't believe it!!! Jackson Towe, the third placer from last year's Am Jam!!!" Jackson had been in shock since he couldn't believe he out beat Jason O'Flaherty, a signed amateur.

"And first place, the second year in a row...... Dalt-" A female in a blue two-piece came near the emcee. She whispers in his ear. "Do what?" Whispering Dalton Frank had performance enhancing drugs in his system. "I'm sorry folks. Dalton Frank would be the grand prize winner had been tested positive for PED's. Which means Jason O'Flaherty is this years Am Jam Winner!!!" The emcee said to the audience where everyone cheered for the three and mostly Jason O'Flaherty. At the party, others were enjoying themselves and stuff.

"Damn, can't believe Jason won. And that Towe fella seems like a decent surfer, but is so persistent, y'know?" One girl talked. He heard them, then had received a call from hospital. "Mr. Towe, your test mother's results came back, and the cancer had returned in her body. The costs for her care and everything are through the roof and her premiums can't cover this." Jackson couldn't bare to hear that. He ran home in his hummer to find his ailing mother still bedriddened due to the news of her ailing cancer had spread back more.

Giving that the situation was getting slightly worse, hearing that his mother was in pain. He was strapped for cash as he only had $2500 from the second place payout from the Am Jam. The next morning, Jackson looked through the help wanted ads for his job to help his mother. There was an ad. "Wanted: Seeking an extra for an "art" film". Jackson had called the agent and wondered what the film was since he had no experience.
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Ginger Blaze

The LA night sky stretched wide and empty—no moon, no stars, just black silence. The back-alley parking lot was pitch dark, no streetlamps, just shadows thick as tar. I stood at one entrance, dressed head to toe in a skin-tight leather dominatrix jumpsuit, radiating menace. Across the lot, a black van rolled in—lights off, quiet as a coffin.

“Where the fuck is Luke?” I snapped through my push-to-talk radio, disguised as a sleek necklace with a wireless earplug.

“We’re tracking his 20,” came the reply from the FBI command post, sterile and too calm.

A thin old man stepped from a grimy storefront that faced the alley. The van screeched to a stop in front of him. Four men spilled out, coats flapping—wrong season for trench coats unless you were hiding something.

“Too hot for coats,” I muttered. “Even at night, I’m moving.”

“Negative, Ginger. Stay put,” command ordered.

“Fuck off,” I replied, striding toward the van.

The coat brigade circled the old man like vultures.

“I’m not paying,” I heard him say, voice thin but defiant.

“Then you’re gonna die,” one snapped—and all four revealed bats from beneath their coats. The old man stiffened, but didn’t break.

This was my cue.

“HEY, WHO WANTS A BEATING? I’M INTO PAIN AND PLEASURE!” I yelled.

They turned towards me. Mistake. I grabbed my front zipper and pulled it down. My enormous breasts pried open my catsuit and spilled out. The men with the bats stared for a second at my beautiful assets.

“RUN!” I mouthed at the old man, as my other hand pulled out two “flash-Bang” grenades from my belt. Pins pulled. I rolled them into their formation.

“WHAT THE…” One guy yelled “GRENADE!!”

“You’re gonna get a real bang out of this,” I purred—and bolted.

The explosion was good. The van’s side windows became a shower of glass. The four men screamed in pain, blinded and deafened.

Bad news? Luke had been inside the van. He got a face full of glass. He filed for reassignment the next day. I got hit with a one-week suspension, pending an internal probe. This kind of mess? Well that is my kinda my specialty.

One Week Later

Chief Detective Owen Burns summoned me for an 0800 sit-down. “Not one minute late,” he’d warned. Naturally, I strolled into the LA FBI field office at 0830, heels clicking past rows of agent cubicles.

The peanut gallery didn’t disappoint.

“That explosion was a real meatier shower.” “You’ve got a booming business, Ginger.” “Should we start calling you ‘Ghetto Blaster’?”

I responded with grace and maturity. Middle finger raised high, held firm as I walked the length of their smug little office zoo.

Then I stepped into Burns’ office.

The man looked like a ticking heart attack.

“What’s going on, Chief?” I purred, folding into the chair with a leg draped over the arm—because why not?

“GINGER BLAZE!!” he bellowed.

“Easy, Chief. Your blood pressure’s not a fan of drama,” I replied. He’d put on weight. I was genuinely concerned.

He breathed deeply, trying to collect himself. I figured I’d speed up my own sentencing.

“I fucked up. I get it. Property damage, media circus, partner fallout—Luke was the last one. You told me if I blew it with him, I’d be done. So go ahead. Fire me. It’s the only rational option.”

Burns gave a slow grin—the kind you get right before the twist in a thriller.

“Oh, you wish you were fired. But we’ve got a better idea,” he said. “You’re being reassigned.”

I raised a brow.

“Vice, in particular, the porn division. They have an undercover job for you. Real dirty one.”

“Undercover in porn… like an actress?” I asked in shock

“Now you’re getting it” Chief Burns laughed

“Fuck!” I exclaimed in anger

“Yes… you’ll be doing a lot of that!!” Chief was still laughing.
 
Jackson took the chance and began to wait to hear a voice on the other end. Seeing he had no other options but to wait while the phone rang, seeing if anyone answers. There was a woman answering on the other end. "Hello? T F Studios. Anna speaking." The woman says on the line, she might have been a secretary who answered the phone. "Hi, I'm inquiring about your ad about seeking an extra for this "art" film you have in the ads." The woman looked heard this and began to transfer to the woman in charge of the supposed "art" film.

"T F Studios, Jill Lara, Talent Agent Speaking." Another woman answers since she was the one Jackson might be looking for. "Hello. My name is Jackson Towe. I am inquiring about your ad in the paper. The one about you seeking an extra for an "art" film?" Jackson said to her, hoping for an answer from her where she does bring him somewhat of a true straightforward answer. "Yes. We are actually looking for an extra in our film. "Fire's Passion". Were you interested, Mr.....?" *Jackson tells the woman his name.* "Towe, Jackson Towe." *He said to her, making sure she got his name. He was quick to answer her question.* "Yes ma'am. I am very much interested." Jackson said to Jill, over the phone and began to write everything down. The address to the studio, his meeting time, the works. "Uh-huh. 11 AM, Today? I can certainly do that. Yep. Yep. Thanks, Ms. Lara. I look forward to meet with you."

Jackson grabbed the keys to his Hummer and then said to his mother.* "Don't worry, mama. I will make the necessary funds for you and get you the best recovery and treatment you richly deserve." *He gets into the Hummer and drives over to Los Angeles, which was 21 minutes away from where he lived. Ironically, on the radio, the punk rock band X played their song "Los Angeles" while Jackson was making his latter commute to LA. He drives to T F Studios, the studio that Jill Lara said she'd meet with him at.

However, there was another vehicle. He parked next to the vehicle. Who did this vehicle belong to? And who was the person coming out of the vehicle?
 
Green 2007 Lotus Elise Turbo
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My vice assignment sounded straightforward. A small film studio had lost several performers under suspicious circumstances. The local police poked around and came up empty—no bodies, no leads, no trace. Since the case had all the hallmarks of a kidnapping, the FBI stepped in. I was told to go undercover and uncover whatever the hell was going on.

The studio had put out fresh ads, trolling for replacements. One listing—an "art" film seeking new extras—ran in the local paper. That was my in. My plan? Slip in as a bikini model and sidestep the whole porn pitfall.

I rolled up in my green 2007 Lotus Elise Turbo. It’s fast, reckless, and loud—much like the persona I was about to channel. More on the car later. I parked across the street from the studio’s main building.

Then a Hummer pulled up next to my car. A handsome guy came out of the car. He looked like a movie star. But was he friendly or something far more dangerous?

I got out of my sports car, grabbed my bag with my yellow bikini, and looked over to him.

“Hi, nice car!” I said to him. I thought it was a friendly thing to say.
 
Jackson smiled at the girl who parked next to him. He returns the favor and greeting while he got out of his Hummer. "Hello to you, too! Also, right back atcha!" He said, telling her the same with her car which was nice. He was also hiding a stiff surprise in his pants cause of the sight of her yellow bikini.

He was having sensual thoughts about this new girl, thinking about stripping her yellow bikini, then sucking her big tits. Another thought was perhaps bending her over that fine ass Lotus Elise, dry humping her to kingdom come. But all that was set to wait since he was on schedule to meet with Jill Lara.

He had arrived on time to meet with Ms. Lara. She looked beautiful and was a talent agent for T F Studios. Which was independently owned and made from their own finances they get from their home video releases. Jill Lara stood about 5'3, Jasper and Sable hair colored with a blunt cut hairstyle. White and Mexican mixed woman with a medium sized chest with slight ample curves. She smirked from her ruby red lips.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Towe? The gentleman over the phone?" *She asked him, slightly smiling at the young man.

"Yes, are you Ms. Lara? The agent?" *Jackson asked Jill, which the woman had nodded and started to walk Jackson over to her office which was on the other side of the Studio. One of the rooms had "Fire's Passion" being filmed. Jackson could hear the moaning of a woman, taking on a muscular male who seemed to enjoy her entrance with his length. He smirked, thinking to himself. "Yeah, get it girl. Take his cock." As if it wasn't hot enough, Jackson was already rock hard from the sight of the new girl who was coming in. The porno shoot was icing on the horny cake. Just then, Jill grabbed the young pervy gentleman's hand and got into her office. "You can jerk off to that later. Let's get down to business." Jill wasted no time to get the ball rolling on Jackson undertaking the extra role.

"Now as an extra, you're only subjected to speak, talk and play in non-sexual roles here. I know you were expecting to be enjoying some of the ladies here, but extras are meant mostly for nonsexual roles only. They get the "Special Guest Star" moniker, since most of our films have "Special Guest Stars" to play these roles." Jill assured Jackson he was an extra in a nonsexual role, nothing more due to an unseen circumstance the studio had a few years ago where an extra took the sexual role a little too far and extras were relegated to only non-sexual roles. "Now that doesn't mean you won't have a career here. Most of our extras get to join in on the fun along with the main cast. Think Bryan Cranston in "Seinfeld" and "The King of Queens" before skyrocketing on "Malcolm in the Middle" and "Breaking Bad" but with adult entertainment."

Jackson looked at Ms. Lara confused a little and started to think of this was not a right idea to approach an "Art" Film. He started to speak up on what Jill said. "Ms. Lara, is it not an "Art" Film? That's what the advertisement in the paper said." He told Ms. Lara about the ad in the paper. She started to explain the paper ad's bold claim on why it was advertised like that. "Ah! Since most papers in the tri county area wouldn't be open to subject of adult entertainment, we had to advertise it as an "Art" Film. Erotica is a form of art per se." Jill said to Jackson as she pulls out a few papers for Jackson to read over and put pen to paper in sealing a deal as an extra for "Fire's Passion" if he chooses to accept

Anna, Jill's secretary pings to Anna and tells her that there's another extra coming in to meet with her.
"Okay good, send her in. She will need to fill out the form too." She notified her secretary, Anna as Jackson was still filling out his form for Ms. Lara.
 
I need a job, a blowing job

“Hi, Ms. Lara. I’m Ginger Blaze,” I said, keeping my voice sweet with just a hint of sultry.

Lara looked me over, her expression unreadable but not unkind. “You here for the extra work?”

“Honestly? I’ll take anything that pays. I need the hours,” I replied, eyeing her curves with quiet appreciation. She was attractive in that polished, no-nonsense way. Nearby, the man from the Hummer was filling out paperwork. I turned to him with a smile.

“We meet again,” I said, extending my hand. “Ginger Blaze.”

He shook it, firm and introduced himself.

Lara cleared her throat. “We’ve got background roles—non-sexual—but not many for women in our kind of ‘art’ films. If you’re open to being a fluffer, I can offer more hours.”

I blinked. “Fluffer? That’s the woman who keeps the male actors... ready?”

“Exactly.”

Well, that was unexpected. But it beat bikini modeling, and I wouldn’t be naked on camera. Honestly, it sounded like a win.

“I’d like to do both jobs, if that’s possible?”

“Sure,” she said, handing me two forms. “Fill these out.”

I glanced at the paperwork, then looked up. “Would it be possible to get a tour of the studio? I’d like to see where I’ll be working.”

“Of course. Jackson,” she turned to the man from the Hummer, “want to join the tour?”
 
Jackson reads over the papers, contracts and the like. He was given a pen by Ms. Lara who had him sign what she asked from him. "Just a few standard things for you to sign, Mr. Towe." Jill had told him, watching Jackson sign documents. Filling out the credit(s) part. "Oh, you don't need to fill that on- oh I see you started to." She looked at Jackson while he signs more papers.

"There's also a banking and routing number paper, our studio pays with Direct Deposit just in case a check doesn't make it your way." Ms Lara said to him. Jackson finishes everything and starts to smile. "There. I think you'll find it to your liking." He said, chuckling. Jill looks at the paperwork, then notices the height and body type of Jackson Towe, hobbies included too. "Hmmmm... 5'11 and 180 lbs of fit, lean shredded muscle. That's hot. Surfing in your free time? That's hotter. Bet you enjoy bikini views and the surfer groupies that give you the hottest sex too?" Jill smirks, while Jackson clears his throat. "Oh, the groupies are for the amateur surfers. I'm not signed by surf sponsors yet."

Jackson loved the fact that Jill Lara wasn't just an agent, she also loved to hear about Jackson's hobbies and even more from him as well. He asked her if she could get a second form like the new girl got, since he was trying to upgrade from being just an extra in a non-sexual role. Jill laughs at that thought. "Sorry Mr. Towe, but like I said. Men who are extras cannot get to get our women's engines revving. However, I'll tell you this..... Just because extras don't get to have sex on the sleazy screen anymore doesn't get to excuse you from getting some off camera." Jill winks at Jackson, giving him the hint of some porn studio tail is one way of getting some. Even for an extra behind the scenes.

As Jill heard the new girl ask for a tour, she obliged. Honoring her request, she had then turns to Jackson asking him if he wanted to join her on the tour.
"Hmmm? Oh yeah, sure." He said in a slight defeated tone, but a tour might be able to get a peek of the hot and sexy action.
 
Ms Lara showing Jackson her business

Ms Lara led Jackson and I through a door and into the back stage area. I was surprised how big the operation was, and how well organized. I had watched a few police dramas about porn movies and they were filmed in some seedy back-alley room. But this looked more like something you would see at a regular Hollywood studio. There were naked and semi naked men and women wandered by chatting as if their undressed condition was the most natural thing in the world.

We went by dressing rooms, photo shoot studios and of course filming studios. Ms Lara showed us a scene being shot of two men and one MILF on a bed. She whispered to Jackson the scene involved the younger men seducing the older woman… she thought that was hot.

I was getting the vibe, that Jill Lara was into Jackson. That triggered another idea in my head. As Jackson watched the woman on the bed getting some pretty well-endowed cock. I pulled out my notepad and scribed a quick note on it. One of actors glanced over at me and smile crossed his face.

“I still got it” I thought to myself. Getting attention from a man, while his cock was literally in another woman was flattering. Although, I did notice this was a business. They were making a movie and people were being professional.

As we walked through the make-up department, I had a chance to whisper to Jackson. “I think Jill likes you.” I slipped the piece paper I had scribed on, into his pocket at the same time.

The tour ended back in Ms Lara Office.

“I hope you liked what you saw” Ms Lara said to Jackson, and I was not sure if it was the tour or about her! She did not even look at me when she asked the question.

“When can I start?” I asked, breaking up whatever flirting was going on between those two.

“If everything checkout, tomorrow, just be here at 8:00 am” she told me.
 
Jackson turned to Ms. Lara before he saw the new girl exit for the door. "What about me? When can I start?" Jackson asked her, seeing her chuckling. "You can go home. If you're gonna act like a pick me guy." Jackson rolled his eyes, beginning to speak up on what she said. "Goddamn. I heard someone call me persistent last night cause I was trying to score first place and a sponsorship. And you're calling me a pick me guy? Geez, why don't you just kick me in my balls and spit on my face? Wait, the doctor did that to me. Telling me my mother's cancer returned." Jackson said, feeling defeated in his voice.

Jill Lara looked at him, changing her tone.
"Gee, Mr. Towe, I honestly didn't know that it was the issue." She said, softly and was gonna do something for him to get his mind off hearing what he was told.

Jill walked to her door to lock it, cause of herself wanting a piece of Jackson.
"When I said you can get some off camera, it's open season on..... Anyone you want, baby." She said to him, noticing how studly looking the 19 year old surfer stud was. The 44 year old semi-retired porn Starlet turned agent was indeed a looker in every niche of porn she did. Although her career was dipped into interracial scenes a bit more. "How about you and I have some fun? Get your mind off of what you were told last night?" Jill asked him, convincing him to forget the bad news of his mother's maligned terminal illness. "Mmmmm.... Bet you have a big black member, Mr. Towe...."

Jackson started to pull Ms Lara in for a deep kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She was amazed by Jackson's boldness on taking charge and action like most men would. He growls into the kiss as he bites her lower lip. "Mmm.... Oh Ms. Lara? You like going black, do ya?" Jill returns his kiss, growling with her saying to him. "Please Mr. Towe..... Call me, Marie....." Jill said, letting Jackson know that her other moniker was Marie as she was credited Jill Marie or simply Marie.

"Mmmm..... Marie, you like going black more, do ya? Also, feel free to call me Jackson." He said to Ms. Lara, unbuttoning his shirt to show off his shredded surfer stud body. Marie kept kissing Jackson's lips, holding his upper chest while he undid his shirt.
 
Marie

Marie pulled away from kissing long enough to say “I've wanted a piece of your prime black meat since the moment you walked in”

She kissed him again, as her hand felt his crotch. Then she added “Hope you're ready to ruin me with this fucking monster cock.” Her hands scrambled frantically to undo his belt and fly, desperate to free his girthy slab of manhood.

Meanwhile, Jackson pulled off her top. Freeing her ample, soft breasts.

“Mmm, fuck yeah, touch my tits!” Marie gasped as Jackson bared her heaving cleavage. Her nipples pebbled instantly under his appreciative gaze and she arched her back to push the creamy globes further into his grasp.

“I knew a stud like you would love playing with these puppies”, she taunted, grabbing his wrists and placing his large hands on her soft flesh. Jill shuddered as he squeezed the plush mounds, feeling her pussy clench around nothing.

As Jackson played, Marie shoved his jeans down his muscular thighs, her eyes widening as his massive ebony cock sprang free.

“Holy fucking shit, you're hung like a goddamn horse”, she marveled, wrapping both hands around his thick shaft reverently.

“This beast is gonna rearrange my fucking guts. I can't fucking wait”, she panted, stroking him root to tip as she admired his sheer size. Pre-cum oozed from the swollen head, smearing across her palms as she pumped his heavy cock, eager to coat her fingers and wrist in his musky essence.
 
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Marie broke away from Jackson's kiss as she started to growl in his ear, licking his earlobe. Making sure Jackson would savor and enjoy this moment of sensual fever. She was stroking his cock with both hands, she was giving him the best head he's really close to feeling around his dick. "Mmmm... Jackson, I want you to relax for me and put your hands on my desk." She said, smirking at him. Kissing down his back, moving over to his firm and lean bubble ass. Giving it a nice smack as Marie smirks.

"Mmmmm..... That is a nice ass, Jackson." Marie moans while she started to stroke Jackson's medium mocha colored manhood, sliding her hot tongue into his tight asshole. She rims and tongues his exit as she strokes his cock slowly, noticing how hard Jackson got from this endeavor. "But I'm loving how big your cock is in my hands." She coos, tonguing his asshole again.
 
Marie

Marie licked her lips greedily as she continued to lick and suck on his ass. Her hungry gaze was glued to his taut globes.

“Damn, these cheeks are fucking perfect”, she murmured, kneading the firm muscles appreciatively. Her fingers dug into his ass, squeezing and spreading his cheeks to admire the deep valley of his crack.

Marie went in again, dragging her tongue along the cleft of his ass, moaning at the taste of his warm, smooth skin.

“Mmm, you taste good enough to eat”, she purred before dragging her tongue back up to circle his tight puckered hole teasingly. “I could spend hours worshipping this sexy ass...”
 
Jackson moans, feeling Marie's hot tongue rapping and sliding into his asshole. His cock being stroked by her from behind. "Mmm yeah, that's it, Marie. God, fuck..... You're such a good older slut." He moans, holding the back of her head to dig into his asshole, rimming him and stroking his cock.

He pulls her face away from his asshole, now he turns around. Lays down on top of Marie's desk. Pulling her face into a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. Feeling her kiss the nape of his chin, then his neck. Feeling Marie kissing down his dark body to start licking his 10 inch erect dick. Jackson moans and sees Marie gripping his cock, stroking a bit more.
 
Marie

Marie loved Jackson’s ass, but his cock was even better. She moved down his body to his exposed cock and heavy, swinging balls. “Fuck, even these fucking nuts are big and gorgeous”, she groaned, cradling them gently before giving them a kiss and a lick. “Can't fucking wait to feel these slap against my clit as you pound the hell out of me”, she grunted, she returned to stroking his huge cock. “I’m going to suck on this fat dick with my mouth before I impale myself on it...”

she aimed his engorged cockhead towards her open, waiting mouth. “Fuck, you're so big and hard”, she breathed adoringly, admiring the weight and heat of him pulsing in her grip. Marie extended her tongue and flicked the sensitive underside of his glans, swirling around the leaking slit teasingly. “Mmmm, I can taste how badly you need it”, she moaned softly before taking just the swollen crown into her hot mouth, suckling greedily as her tongue undulated along the ridge. “Let me worship your fucking gorgeous cock like it deserves”, Marie murmured before taking him deeper into her greedy throat inch by excruciating inch until her plump lips stretched obscenely around his veiny girth. Her hand worked what she couldn't fit into her hungry mouth, stroking and squeezing the part of him that remained outside. “Oooh, you're so fucking deep, filling up my whole damn throat”, she gagged softly before pulling back, gasping for air before diving back in, establishing a steady rhythm as she began to bob on his enormous shaft. “Unghh, I love how heavy and thick you are. Love feeling you throb and pulse between my lips as I choke myself on this delicious cock”, she garbled, drool starting to trickle down her chin as she lost herself to the act of pleasuring Jackson's impressive endowment.
 
Marie kept sucking Jackson's thick black member as he started to moan. He couldn't help but watching her blowing his dick. He started to pump her mouth, sliding in and out of her as he holds the back of her head. He thought of the scene he walked in on being filmed with a hot redhead taking the cock of her muscular co-star. He flashed a small smirk when he remembers that Marie said he could jerk off to the scene of the redhead taking the muscular dude's cock. Although fucking her mouth was more better than jerking off.

"Yeah that's it, Marie. Keep sucking my cock." Jackson growls. Gripping the back of her head more as he slides in and out of her mouth. Marie lowers her hand down her wine colored skirt, sliding over her panties to finger her own sex. She starts to gag on Jackson's cock, hitting her gag reflex.
 
Marie

Mmph! Unghh! Marie gagged and choked as Jackson gripped her hair and began to slide his massive cock in and out of her stretched lips. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, smearing her mascara, but she never tried to pull away. Instead, she just continued to suck and lick at his great cock. Glck glck glck, the filthy wet sounds of his cock violating her mouth filled the air.

Marie slipped a hand beneath her skirt, pushing the scrap of lace to the side to expose her dripping folds. She circled her throbbing clit with nimble fingers as Jackson's cock battered her tonsils, plunging into the slick heat of her pussy in tandem with his movements. “Ooooh fuck”, she whined around his girthy intrusion, the words garbled and distorted. “Ungh, your cock feels so fucking good splitting my throat open. I love choking on this huge fucking dick!” Her fingers pumped faster, frigging herself hard and fast as he skull-fucked her into submission. Both of them were tensing up, getting ready to cum.
 
Marie gags on Jackson's thick black 19 year old cock. He moans, holding the back of Marie's head as if he kept pumping her mouth with his thick and throbbing black member. "Mmmm yeah, that's it, baby. Suck my black cock." Jackson slides into Marie's mouth, deeper and harder.

Marie started to pull his black penis out of her mouth, stroking his cock.
"Mmmm.... Y'know, I bet you wanted to jack off to that hot redhead taking that muscular dude while filming. How about you get a piece of this?" Marie said, her hands motioning to her own body. She smacks her own ass, then hands Jackson a condom for him to roll onto his black member. "I know you want me, Jackson." She said to him, seeing him roll the condom on his black dick. She saw him grinding his condom clad cock around her ass cheeks as he teased her.

"You should've told me you're an ass man." Marie coos, feeling Jackson grinding his cock around her ass cheeks more. Her asshole puckering, she slides her hand and finger near her pussy entrance. Rubbing herself. He smacks her ass hard, slowly sliding his cock deeper into her tight asshole.
 
Marie

“Fuck, I need that monster cock inside my greedy ass”, she snarled, standing on unsteady legs. As Jackson pushed his cock deeper, “Ohhh fuck yes!” Marie cried out in shocked pleasure. She panted harshly, pushing her hips back to grind her ass cheeks against his hips. “You had to go for it, didn't you?” She moaned as her empty pussy twitched.

Jackson surged forward, spearing the rest of his cock past her clenching rim and hilting himself fully inside her impossibly tight rear passage. “OHHHHH FUCK!” Marie wailed, back arching sharply as she was split open on his immense girth. Her pussy clamped down, drooling arousal down her thighs as her ass struggled to accommodate his crushing intrusion. “Holy fucking shit! Your cock is stretching my fucking ass so wide!” She howled, hands scrabbling to gain purchase as he bottomed out inside her.

Marie began to rock back against him feverishly, fucking herself on his shaft as she ground her ass in tight circles. “Yes, yes, YES! Ruin my fucking asshole with that monster dick!” she screamed, the wet squelch of his cock churning her guts filling the air. “Harder, fucking DESTROY me! I wanna fucking BREAK on this huge fucking COCK!” Her pussy was spasming wildly now, juices gushing out to soak the floor beneath them as her asshole rippled and clenched around the thick plundering rod spearing into her most intimate depths.
 
Jackson pounded Marie's tight asshole. He felt her ass loosen around his cock. He moaned thrusting deeper and harder. Jackson saw Marie getting off his cock, leading him to a couch in her office. She smirked. "I wanna ride that 19 year old surfer cock." She said, whispering in his ear.

He saw slowly sliding down his cock as her sex was tight. Which she began to lower on his throbbing condom clad black penis. He started to see Marie's tits bouncing with each thrust, his hands moved to her bouncing breasts.
 
Marie

Marie let out a throaty moan as she sank slowly down on Jackson's massive ebony shaft, impaling herself balls-deep. “Ohhhh fuuuuuck!, Your big black cock is spreading me so fucking WIDE!” she wailed, undulating her hips sensually as she adjusted to the intense stretch. “I can feel it throbbing so deep in my tight cunt. Stretching me out so good”, she purred sultrily, clenching her slick walls around his thick girth. Slowly, she began to rise up, until just the fat head of his cock remained nestled inside her, before slamming back down with wanton abandon.

Her bountiful tits bounced and jiggled hypnotically mere inches from Jackson’s face as she rode him with wild enthusiasm. “You fucking LOVE my tits, don't you?” she cooed teasingly, Jackson reached up and mauled her breasts, kneading the flesh and tweaking her stiff nipples. They're just begging to be grabbed, squeezed, bitten... MARKED by a real man like Jackson. Marie leaning down to shove the her medium sized globes in his face. As her soaked pussy made the gushing noises as she rutted against him.

It did not take long for her to orgasm again on his huge cock. “Oh shit, this big dick is pounding my brains out!” She gasped as she came.

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Jackson kept pounding Marie's milf pussy. Which felt better than anything a young stud like him would enjoy. "Mmmm fuck yeah, this is better than Jerking off." He said, while the sex removed Jackson's milquetoast nature.

He then began to bend Marie over again her desk, this time he was gonna pound her sex, from his favorite position he sees a lot of when watching adult entertainment films. Doggystyle.
 
Marie

Marie gasped and shuddered as Jackson abruptly flipped their positions, roughly bending her over the desk. The sudden movement sent a lock of her red-brown hair tumbling across her flushed face, sticking to her damp forehead. She braced her hands on the smooth wood, knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge for dear life.

“You have put me in the perfect position to ruin me, didn't you stud? Well, you know what? I fucking LOVE being put in my place like this, bent over and taken like a bitch in heat!” Marie moaned

Before she could utter another filthy word, Jackson’s enormous ebony cock speared into her dripping cunt once more, splitting her wide open with one brutal thrust.

“AAAHHHHHHH, OH SHIT!” She screamed, her pussy clenching down HARD, gripping his girthy pole like a vice as he bottomed out, his heavy balls smacking against her swollen clit. She pushed her hips back urgently, grinding herself down on his cock, relishing the exquisite pressure of his thickness stretching her out, claiming her most intimate depths. Her juices splattered obscenely as he fucked her wildly. Hard and fast, slamming against her cervix with every powerful drive of his hips. it took 2 minutes, but she came like a freight train.

“AHHHH” She gasp as she started to pass out. The pleasure in her pussy over riding her mind. Then she felt Jackson huge cock cumming. Squirting a big load deep inside her. Then she passed out.

As Jackson pulled his cock from her, he admired the sight. He had fucked a seasoned porn star silly, and left her passed out, slumped over a deck, with lots of cum running down her legs.
 
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