Thread: Radio Ravage! (Jack Stalker and Whispered Secret)

Michael could feel his cock throb and stiffen even further now, the flesh stretching to a taut rigid shell about his thick veined shaft. He smeared a thin sheen of pre cum all the way along it from tip to balls as he admired Dakota's youthful body and teasing eyes as she sat a few inches away from him, close enough to reach out and touch whenever the urge became too much to resist. He figured that some of the support staff, located out of sight or behind mirrored control room glass, were already jerking off at the thought of what was to come, at the thought of the moans and whimpers which would ultimately be forced out of Dakota's mouth when she got fucked. Already she was licking her lips, teasing him even further as he looked her over, as he raped her a thousand times with his eyes and fucked her young tight frame with his thoughts. He followed her finger, logging her reaction and accepting it as a green light, a light to do whatever the fuck he wanted with her. He smirked as she confessed to the sex scenes, Of course not, but what gets into the film and what actually happened in front of the cameras are two different things. I mean you must have heard all the usual rumours. The talk that you stroked off your cock star under the sheets where no one could see? How about that he fingered your tight little cunt, or slid his tongue along the crease of your slit when he had his head between your thighs? Who's to know what happens just out of sight of the camera lens. he suggested with a wicked grin. People like to speculate about all sorts of scenes in films, often a good selling point is the fact that the stars actually fucked each other. Who's to know what actually happened in a movie when you can't see all the angles? A bit of gossip can do wonders for a career he continued as he watched her suck his cock juice into her mouth. Radio is even worse in a way, I mean people can hear what's going on, but they can't see anything. Hell, we could both be sitting here naked, fingering and stroking each other and no one would be the wiser. he chuckled a little. Hell, I could do pretty much whatever the fuck I wanted to you... and it would be passed off as role playing or a intense acting scene. he gave a grin moving a little closer to her now. When he leaned forwards and exhaled onto his fat glistening cock head it wept out a bead of sin as if on demand, the entire length jerking and twitching as it bathed in the heat of her breath. He reached out one hand to side into her hair, while the other gripped his cock and swept the head across her lips as his hips brought him forwards and his searing hot rod was swept across her mouth in a simple crude violation of her personal space and her flesh. His fingers slid out of her hair as she moved back, his eyes dropping to her thighs again. He gave a low whistle, I can tell you right now, faithful listeners, that Dakota's tight young cunt is as bare as a fucking school girls. It's so fucking tight looking as well, like it would have to be forced open by even a tiny cock. Anyway, that at least lets the dress designer know that you respect their merchandise, if you want to give them a plug just feel free and go right ahead. he looked back into her eyes, leaning over her he brought his face down close to hers as he reached down between her legs, releasing his cock to place his hand over hers. His fingers slid along her digits to mirror and guide her movements, as he took command of her hand with his own and used it to casually and suddenly violate her flesh. He moved her fingers to stroke up and down her cunt folds, splaying them open and exposing the hot pink gash of her slit, then he forced one inside her, captured by his own middle finger as both digits were driven an inch into the wet heat of her cunny as he stood there, his cock bobbing and twitching as it dripped a few more droplets of liquid sin onto her thighs, a stray glob staining the hem of her dress as he did so. Innocent or experienced, that's an important distinction. he continued, reaching down with his other hand he took hold of her free hand and placed it against his cock. Her palm felt cooling against the boiling flesh of his sticky slick shaft as he bound her delicate fingers about the thick erection, smirking as he looked into her eyes. You need to let a guy know whether you are going to beg him to pile drive your ass and cum on your face like you were some porn star slut, or whether you need him to take it easy on you for a few seconds, because you are going to bleed all over his cock when he drives it into your virginal cunt. he explained in a casual and almost reserved tone. What sort of girl are you Dakota? Not your character, but you? That dress makes you look innocent and like a slut at the same time. Are you the sort who wants to tease a guy until he picks you up, slams you across a table and fucks you hard like you were a whore? Or are you the sort who wants to try and jerk him off, who wants to make him spunk in your hand or entice him to cum quick by flooding his fingers with your cunt juices? You know, in order to stop him from shoving his hard cock into your cunt and fucking your viciously tight hole until he fills your insides with hot cum? he asked, again in a casual interview style. Then again, I have to say Listeners, that once a man gets a look at Dakota's tight young cunt, see's in her eyes what a nasty little whore she can really be, well, I don't think he would be satisfied with a simple hand job. She would have to go to some serious lengths to stop him from fucking her, let me tell you. Still, everythings worth a try. I hear that there are boys out there who will come real fast from just a few delicate hand strokes. It's not all one way either... I've heard, apparently, that once you bring a girl off she starts to fucking beg for a fucking. You can, literally, fuck her until she likes it.