The lights were ridiculously bright. They were hot, too. Amy thought her makeup was going to slide right off. There was so much makeup, too. She knew if she smiled, it would crease. She shaded her eyes and the director was waving her in a direction. She nodded and sat on the stool provided. The set was a bedroom, she sat at a fake computer and pretended to look interested. She'd taken this stupid job because she was dead broke and had to get out of her financial hole. It paid well, and whatever, maybe she'd get some kind of useful reputation. She took a deep breath as the director yelled 'action!' and everyone fell silent. There was a knock on the fake door and she looked up, hoping she looked like the director wanted her to. She hopped off the stool, her short skirt flashing the camera her pink thong. She was wearing a skirt and a zip-up jacket, with a matching pink bra and thong set. She opened the fake door and smiled seductivly at the man standing there. He was a lot bigger than she thought he'd be. He was supposed to be her character's boyfriend, she was supposed to be a Junior in highschool. She opened her mouth to greet him but he grabbed her wrist and clapped a hand over her mouth, kicking the door closed. Her eyes shot to the director, but she couldn't see anything because of the bright lights. The man dragged her over to the bed, throwing her onto it. She stammered. "Baby, what's wrong?" This wasn't really in the script, the boyfriend was supposed to pressure her, but not like this. He smacked her. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." Tears sprang to her eyes. What was going on. She opened her mouth to protest, to call to the director, but his hand was on her mouth again. He pulled off his shirt and his shorts, tearing her skirt off and upzipping her hoodie. He shoved his knee between her legs, spreading them obscenely. She saw the camera move in to get a better angle and she whimpered. "I'll make you pay, you fucking bitch." The man growled, grabbing his cock and shoving it in her face. Her mouth was open in fear, and suddenly she had a thick, 10 inch cock down her throat. She gagged, scrabbling at his stomach. After a moment of her choking, he pulled out and ripped off her thong, the cheap material digging into her skin. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. She was sobbing, her ass was almost in the air. He pressed his cock to her shaved pussy and leaned into her. "You slut, you'll take it all." He shoved into her, she felt things tear and strain, and she gasped in pain. "Stop! Please, stop, stop!" She sobbed, pushing at his chest. After 5 hard pumps into her, he pulled out. "Let's give that ass some treatment, but first..." He leaned down and sucked on her clit, his hands twisting her nipples. She bucked her hips instinctivly and regretted it immediatly. He bit her clit and then lifted her up and turned her onto her stomach, he squeezed her D cup tits and scraped her skin, bringing her ass up to the height he wanted it. She moaned into the cheap pillow. "No, no no no, please!" She sobbed. He knelt behind her and stuck his dick into her ass. The camera was on her face now. She screamed in pain and screwed up her face. He fucked her ass hard, lifting her butt clean off the bed. After several minutes, he reached for her tits again. "You fucking whore, you love it, take it like the dirty, naughty slut you are." He squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, making her squirm. He pulled out and turned her on her back again. He grabbed her tits and strattled her. He put his cock between her breasts and titty fucked her, until he came on her face. He came longer and harder than she'd ever seen. He grunted and milked the cum from his cock onto her face while she squirmed and cried, cum and tears and snot dripping down her face. There was a snapping sound and the director called it quits. "Good job, everybody..."
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