Thread: The Production Costs! (Jack Stalker and celebstars)

The Production Costs! Michael Dominus had known, as soon as he had taken over, as owner and producer at the television station, that he was going to fuck the eye candy presenter of his quiz show, Rachel Riley , senseless. Her position at the station was tenuous at best, she wasn't that talented and didn't really have what was noted to be a sparkling or magnetic on screen personality. What she did have, however was a body that every man who saw it wanted to fuck. She had used that to her advantage, getting jobs based on her looks, exploring side opportunities and trying to ranch out. He had made sure that every one of her side ventures met with minor to no success, keeping her focused on her main job, helping to present the quiz show countdown. While she was there she was his, bent to his will and fucked to destruction on the end of the cock she made so fucking hard all day long. He could have given two shits for her boyfriend, some dancer who was most likely half gay anyway, her flesh was his as long as she wanted that job and he knew that she wanted it, because it was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and his cock was the hardest she had ever had ramming into her tight young cunt. He usually made sure she was dressed in 'fuck me' heels and a 'rape me' dress every day, as that was all part of the show and what made it so successful. It made sure that the younger part of their audience, which tuned in simply to jerk off to her flesh, never went away. He also made sure that she paid the price to maintain her fame, submitting to his needs each and every day, when and where he chose, but usually inside the studio itself. Her tight and toned young body was continually subjected to brutal and intense fucking sessions, where he reminded her with feverish thrusts and hot cum, just how valued she was and how she needed to continue with what she was doing. Claiming her had started ff in the studio, up against the letters board, but it had quickly expanded to her dressing room, his office, the car park and even an alley behind the studios. He was planning to christen as many places as possible with her moans and sweat and cum, and his efforts had become more and more brazen recently. Almost as though he dared anyone to comment on how close he was to her, on how many meetings he scheduled with her and how often he held her back for extra work or disrupted her plans with those of his own. Her flesh had begun to obsess him to the point where he had stopped fucking the other presenters of the breakfast news and varied other shows, all to focus on her impossible tight holes and whimpering squeals. Today he had given her instructions to wear a green dress that looked as though it had been sprayed onto her naked body, short enough to show off alost all of her incredible legs and tight enough to display her sensational body. He'd been late to the studio, but not so late as to miss her making an appointment to see her boyfriend later on her phone. Of course he had already put an end to that, calling the man to let him know that Rachel would be staying behind at the studio to discuss a new format idea. Right now he was waiting in her dressing room, waiting for her to return so that he could extract todays payment for her continued fame with her flesh and her screams. He took the time to keep an eye on her as the show trundled into its final stages, watching on a monitor in her room as he poured himself a glass of champagne and smirked as the contestant forced her to stretch across the board for a final vowel, causing her dress to ride up just that extra inch and tease even more of her hot flesh to his ravaging gaze. His cock was rigid, a hard pillar of pre cum glistening flesh which tented his suit pants somewhat, as he clenched his teeth awaiting her arrival. He was eager to feel her against him, eager to wreck her and make her pay for being such a filthy little cock tease of a slut, eager to bend her to his will and take from her the payment she owed for her continued service. When the recording ended and the audience departed he knew she would be arriving soon, so he was not surprised when the door to her dressing room opened to reveal her. Rachel, you must have been frantic not to see me this morning, I expect you were wondering what had happened to me. Never fear, I've tabled enough time this evening for us to get through everything we need to. he told her, raping her fro head to toe with his gaze before allowing it to come to rest on her face. His eyes burned with obvious lust and his tone hid nothing of the craven desire and depraved passion which flooded his veins and drove his to violate her whenever the chance presented itself. Have a drink. Relax. Tell me how it was out there, how you enjoyed making half the male audience come in their pants as you walked about in that outfit. he smirked. Then come here and tell me how grateful you are for your job, how grateful you are to have me looking out for your interests. Better yet, show me.