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

The longer he looked at her, the thicker and harder he could feel himself becoming, until the outline of his cock was impossible to ignore as it snaked down one leg. Thick and bulging the fat head was already weeping pre cum onto the helm, smearing it about the bulbous head of his cock as he almost squirmed in his seat at the sight of the young actress. He wondered if she had any idea how many men wanted to fuck her brains out, hell in this part of town if she had not had his people keeping an eye on her from a distance she would likely have been raped a dozen times over before she even got to the studio. It was all he could do to tear his eyes away from those thighs, the smoothness of her unblemished flesh crying out to be defiled and despoiled until she knew without a doubt that she had been fucked raw by a man. He half drained his glass and set it aside staring at her legs them forcing his gaze onto her eyes as he listened to her speak listened to her attempts to divert him as she brushed aside her appearance with talk of fashion and designers. He waited until she had finished before he spoke up, perhaps allowing her to believe that was the end of it, when in fact they had only just started. I know you meant to tease me Dakota. Let me tell you listeners, that it is not simply a hot designer dress that she's wearing here today... oh no. he paused. It doesn't look too bad when she's standing or walking, it's a good few inches above the knee, sure, but it doesn't look that obscene. However when she its down it rides up to show off every inch of her perfect unblemished thighs, perfect skin with just the right shape just the right amount of flesh to grab hold of if you were fucking her, just riding high enough to allow you to slide your hands along her legs until your fingers were teasing at the swell of her tight pert little ass. he hissed the words, drilling a look into her eyes as he spoke. The listeners don't want to hear about my suit Dakota, they want to hear how you dressed like that, knowing full well that you would have me drooling over those legs the moment you sat down. The way you crossed the, taunting me that you might not even be wearing panties under there. Are you? I think a hot designer dress demands no visible panty line doesn't it? Why don't you open your legs right now so that I an reveal just how far you like to go in the name of fashion. That designer would be infuriated, no doubt, if they were to learn you had deliberately ruined the cut of their hot dress with panties... now couldn't they? he asked in a teasing yet commanding tone. There's no one here but me and you Dakota, so why don't you stop being so coy. You know you're hot, you know you are so fucking hot you could burn this place to the ground if you wanted to. Open your legs, spread those thighs apart and pull up that obscenely short skirt a few inches a few more inches, so that I can see if you are a properly attired princess or a filthy cock teasing little slut who likes to do her expensive dress proud, a slut who likes to make sure that she looks like the million dollars that everyone knows she is. he could feel his cock had expanded into a thick steel had baton now, straining against his pants as he shrugged himself out of his jacket and discarded it across a chair to one side. He reached out, moving his microphone to the side of the big oak desk which had been placed down in the middle of the room, shoving aside a laptop and a few papers to give himself a better view of Dakota. The undecorated concrete walls and the few hanging light bulbs gave the area a stark but crisp lighting, which picked out every detail of her features and exposed skin. Come along Dakota, theres only me and you here after all, you need me to confirm that you aren't disrespecting that outfit you are wearing, you need to show that you aren't some ignorant little whore who doesn't know how to dress or behave in the expensive items she's wearing. I mean you selected that dress yourself, yes, you need to show that you are fit to wear it. he grinned. However I can see how you might think things aren't fair. I mean I'm wearing such a nice suit, apparently. Here, let me show you that I am aware of and adhere to the practice of not wearing underwear that would ruin the cut of my clothes. he told her. He reached down, stripping the belt out of his pants, then stood up, unbuttoning and unzipping them, before dragging his cock out into full view of her. The thick length was almost ten inches long, the fat bulbous head dripping and weeping pre cum which had already spread across the helm and was streaking the shaft. The veins glistened with the juices which bled down his rod, making it shine as it sprang out and jutted up in front of him at a hungry angle. It twitched as he looked at her and he stood there with its rampant length almost challenging her. Right, now that's done it's up to you to show me if you are a fashion conscious doll who knows just how to make the most of her outfits or a silly little girl who needs to be shown how to dress properly. Incidentally I'll be able to see just how wet you are or aren't, won't I? That will let me whether you're telling the truth about wanting to get me hard for the interview, now won't it? he growled, almost impatiently as he moved around to sit against the edge of his desk. He brought his right hand around to give his erection a few slow strokes, smearing juices along it even further until the entire length shone while he continued to rape her from head to toe with his eyes. Oh, and to complete the look she's wearing a some red heels, not as 'fuck me' as they could be, but with that amount of leg on display who cares. he gave a crude chuckle while he waited and listened to her answers and reaction, if any, before moving on. At the very least there should be a response to his massive shaft rearing up in her field of vision. By the way, do you fuck yet? Have you been fucked hard like a bitch or ground yourself onto some guy's rock hard cock yet? he asked casually. You know, in your new movie? I mean that's a key selling and transitional point isn't it? Catching that special first movie when a starlet decides to get out her tits or pretends to fuck some actor in a role. It's not really about what the character is doing though is it? No one cares that a particular character in a movie has stripped off and started fucking, it's all about the actual actress. For those few moments the audience can imagine that they aren't fucking some nameless slut the movie has created, they imagine that it's actually Dakota Farnsworth that they have their cock or tongue inside, that when the actor comes in her tight little cunt it's really them flooding her cunny or blasting her bowels full of hot cum? How does that make you feel Dakota? Knowing that people want to see you get fucked... and not your characters? he idly commented, leaving his cock to stand proud and firm as he adjusted the overhead mike and flicked over a few sheets of notes he had to the side.