Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

Her makeup team flocked around her while a single assistant walked up to me and tossed me a pack of wet wipes. “Clean up,” he gestured at my saliva-coated cock. “Next scene in five.”

I just sat there for one of my five minutes and tried to comprehend my situation. First off, I was fucking my porn idol; but she clearly wasn’t into it. I saw it in her eyes, her smile, and I wanted to blame it on the glamour. I could almost convince myself it was the ugly exterior, but the way she said “hello” mirrored every video I’d ever seen about her. It felt like someone punched me in the gut.

“This is why you never meet your heroes,” I mentally sighed as I used the wet wipe to clean up my dick.

GoPro and Littlekittycat69 weren’t that far from me, and I could hear their conversation.

“I could ride him for a bit, reverse cowgirl to give you a good angle,” she suggested.

“Yeah,” GoPro made a box shape with his two hands like he was envisioning the scene. “Then maybe move onto doggystyle. His height will give us a good shot, and we should be able to highlight his huge cock.”

“It’s not that big,” she scoffed.

“For us mere mortals it is, baby,” the gay director shot back. “How should we finish?” he mumbled going over possibilities.

“Don’t make me take a creampie from this guy,” she sighed. “I’ve got two more shoots today, and he’s just . . . blah,” she made a bland noise.

“I know,” they shared a conspiratorial chuckle. “How about we finish with a titty fuck?”

“As long as your people are there to clean me up pronto, I’m good with that,” she agreed. “There’s nothing worse than dry cum in my fur.”

“Okay, back to work, people. Reverse cowgirl, get the cameras in position,” he yelled, and Littlekittycat69 came back over to me.

I was still hard, and without ceremony, she grabbed my dick, turned around, and sat on me. Then we just waited there, my cock enveloped by her warm, wet walls.

“If you feel like you’re gonna cum, say it so we can stop the shoot and settle down,” she ordered, as she positioned her legs to get them as wide as possible. The camera needed the best view of me inside her.

“Ready,” GoPro looked at his leading lady, and she nodded. “Action.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” she started moving up and down on my rod. “Your cock is so huge, Carlos,” she brought a hand up to squeeze her tit while the other balanced on the armrest.

I did my best to enjoy it. I put my hands on her hips and tried to force my cock into her harder, but she was stronger than me, and I wasn’t about to use my troll strength to overpower her. The blowjob was better than reverse cowgirl, mostly because her tail kept whacking me in the face. No one was watching my face in this scene. It was all about my girth parting her pussy’s lips and her bouncing titties.

Doggystyle was better. I was able to bend her over the chair and go to town. Her cries of pleasure might have even been real as I slapped her ass and pounded into her.

Finally, we reached the final shot. She sat there and gave me a handjob for a solid minute before we started the scene. I’d been close by the end of the doggystyle, but sitting around for a few minutes calmed me down. She didn’t want me titty fucking her for ten minutes before I came. She wanted this over with. It was written all over her face.

I was sitting back in the chair while she folded her tits around my cock and moved them up and down. Our own juices lubricated her fur so it didn’t chafe. She didn’t have to do it long. The extra friction from her fur was something else.

“Here it comes,” I announced.

“You were so good, Carlos. That’s what I expect from my fans. Now blow your hot load all over my tits,” she put some extra sex in it just for the occasion.

I gave her what she wanted, and then some. That was the great thing about glamour. It was will made reality by the power inside me. It was the best thing since sliced bread, and Lark told me it could be used for anything. Still, the old satyr probably didn’t expect me to use my power to create a huge cumshot.

“Call it a little payback,” I was more than a little upset my porn hero turned out to be a bit of a bitch.

“Ah!” I gave a loud grunt as I started to cum. She worked it expertly so my cock was exposed for the money shot, and that money shot flew out of my tip and hit her in the chin like I was trying to knock her out with an uppercut.

Surprise registered on her face, and instinctually she looked down. A second, thicker ribbon exploded directly in her face. She had to close her eyes to keep it from blinding her, and I took advantage of that. As she drew back, I grabbed her head with one hand, and kept jerking with the other. Glamour cum streamed out of me, wave after wave; I coated her tits in a thick glaze, her face, and even parts of her taught stomach. The euphoria of my cumshot was gone after the real cum was replaced by glamour, but I still grunted like a rabid animal as I gave her a milky shower.

She sputtered as I managed to get a stream directly down her throat, and I could feel her mentally screaming for the director to yell cut; but this was good stuff. I jizzed on her with the cum of ten men, and no porn