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A few knocks on the door catch Max Cowell’s attention. A tall guy with faded old jeans and a cigarette in hand spits out the smoke quickly and immediately stands up to open the door, tossing the cigarette into the air.
The motel room on the outskirts of the city is a complete mess, as if a whirlwind just passed through. A small camera crew sets up in various spots.
As soon as the door opens, a pair of eyes greet him shyly.
“Hello!”—says the girl, raising her hand and immediately regretting it, thinking she must have looked ridiculous.
“Hi, hi, yes, Angela Alvarez, right?”—Max replies with a smile, his eyes savoring Amy’s silhouette, looking her up and down. A young blonde wearing tight mini gym shorts and an oversized hoodie. Must be heaven.
“Angie, that’s me!”—she corrects with a smile, her perfect teeth visible, nerves palpable.
“Angie! I’m Ned, come on in, make yourself comfortable, we’re about to start”—he says, thinking a little white lie doesn’t hurt anyone.
Angie steps inside and notices two guys setting up their camera equipment. To the right, a small table with a piece of paper and wooden chairs. Everything looks super improvised, a basket full of used clothes in the corner, cigarettes on a round table to the left, and a claustrophobic vibe that makes her feel a little suffocated. She takes small steps, almost like she’s counting them.
“These are Frank and Randy, they’re our cameras for today”—Max says enthusiastically.
“Hi!”—Angie replies, waving. One of them waves back, the other gives a thumbs-up, not a word spoken.
“Okay!”—Max claps, breaking the silence. “Here’s the contract”—he continues, moving toward the table with the paper. “No need to overthink it, we’re just going to do a few quick shots, maybe in…”—he looks up as if calculating the answer with difficulty—“an hour! Yeah, I think we’ll be done in an hour.”
Angie nods and sits down to read the paper, full of almost tiny letters, with some words highlighted in capital letters: “GDPI,” “CLIENT,” “ENTERTAINMENT,” accompanied by various legal terms that seem straight out of the darkest corners of a dictionary.
She bites her lower lip, releasing a bit of stress, feeling like she’s back in a school exam. She didn’t think it would be this complicated. She looks up with a question in her eyes.
“Are you guys going to upload this to the internet?”—she asks quietly.
“No!”—Max responds immediately, almost jumping, as if the question had scared him. “Look... It’s a limited distribution, your image rights and privacy are totally protected. It will be sold on DVDs for small European countries, you know? Like Nauru!”—he lets out a laugh. “Do you know Nauru? Ever heard of it?”
Angie shakes her head, trying to laugh along with him, confused.
“Exactly. Or very small sites, nothing massive. We don’t have the reach or the budget for that”—he says, crossing his arms. The cameras smile subtly in the background.
Angie glances back at the paper, holding it with both hands. “And what kind of scenes?”—she asks, still looking at the contract.
“The basics. Three positions at most… whatever you’re comfortable with, all very vanilla.”
“Vanilla?”—she finally looks up at Max.
“It’s just a way to call it. We won’t do anything out of, you know, basic stuff.”
“Ah…”—she nods, opening her mouth in surprise, feeling a bit more confident.
“Want my pen?”—Max says, extending a blue ballpoint pen.
Everything is ready. The cameras are in position, turned on, and ready to shoot the first scene. Max steps away toward the door with his phone in hand, turns to look at Angie, who just turns to check out the bed set. It’s the only decent thing in the room. She leans in slightly, a breathtaking figure, with an innocent face that didn’t match at all with the size and shape of her huge ass peeking out as the shorts ride up.
Max texts hurriedly, sending a message to the actor he had lined up for today. He’s probably already on his way.
“Hey Jonah, how u doing? Hey, look, everything’s messed up man, we’re gonna need new gear. I think next time it’ll be ok?”
He puts his phone down, hearing a notification, he’s gotten a reply but doesn’t even check it. Angie’s worth it all, he thinks. He’s decided he’ll do the scene himself.
The cameras start rolling—especially the one Max is holding. He sits in a chair facing the bed. Angie settles herself on the white sheets, legs tucked together, one hand resting lightly on the bedspread.
“And… action!”—one of the cameramen calls from the back.
“Hey there,”—Max begins, moving the lens slowly from the bottom up, revealing Angie.
“Hi!”
“How are you?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Her voice is soft, shy—unsure whether to look into the lens or at Max’s eyes.
“Is this your first porn video?”
“Yes…”
“How do you feel?”
“A little nervous, but also excited!”
“And how old are you?”
“I’m eighteen.”
“And when you say eighteen, you mean _just_ eighteen, right?”—Max says, giving her a playful wink to keep the act going.
“Yeah, like… four days ago,”—Angie answers, her feet crossed neatly beside her, her pink-painted toenails standing out against her heels.
“And the first thing you did was come here to shoot a porn video?”
“Yeah! I mean, you gotta take the opportunity, right?”
“That’s the spirit. So what do you do for work?”
“For now, I’m just studying.”
“What are you studying?”
“Nursing, actually.”
“Oh really? And you enjoy it?”
“Yes! I love it!”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Um… yeah…”—she laughs nervously, looking down and brushing her fingers across her foot as she leans forward slightly. Max smiles—she’s the full package.
“And does he know you’re here today?”
“Nope.”—she laughs again, still not looking at the camera, like a naughty girl who’s just been caught.
“What do you think he’d say if he found out you were doing this?”
“He’d be mad… I think he’d break up with me. He thinks I’m at home. Sleeping. It’s a lie… but I need the money, so…”—she tucks her hair behind her ear, trying to sound more confident.
“When was the last time you had sex with him?”
“It’s been… a couple of days.”
"Did you enjoy it? Was it good sex?"—he says, giving in to his impulses, touching his cock a little, which is already standing out in his jeans.
"It was good sex, yeah."
"Do you watch porn?"
"Not really, maybe once in a while, but no."
"Not much? What kind of porn do you like?"
"I think I'm pretty basic, the usual, missionary and stuff like that, pretty vanilla like you say."
"Right! How do you like the sex? Rough, soft...?"
"Maybe somewhere in between, a little softer, with passion"—she smiles, placing a hand on her thigh.
"Nice! How many men have you been with?"
"Just two."
"So, I'm the third?"—He squeezes the tip of his cock through his pants. She looks down and quickly looks up again.
"Yes, you're the third."
"Have you tried anal before, or would you try it?"
"No. I don’t think I would either. I don’t like it."
"Ok! Sweet! Wonderful job, blow a kiss to the camera, and we’ll start the action!"
Angie looks down at the camera and blows a kiss, winking. Max ends the scene by getting up, still holding the camera, and moving to the side of the bed. She follows him with her gaze.
“Okay, get on your knees and we'll start. You can take off your hoodie now.”—he gives the orders, which she follows to the letter. She gets off the bed and kneels in front of him, his waist just above hers. She takes off her hoodie and throws it offstage, revealing a tight pastel pink crop top. Her breasts bounce with the slightest movement, and her nipples are visible, revealing that she is not wearing a bra.
Max hands the camera to one of the crew members, who starts recording after shouting “Action!”.
Angie sits on his lap and pulls his pants and boxers down to the floor, Max's already hard and growing cock jumps towards her face. She fixes her hair and shyly takes his shaft in her hand, letting the tip slip between her wet lips.
She begins to suck slowly, he caresses her hair, every movement so gentle and delicate. She continues to massage with her fingers, making circles at the base of his shaft in time with her lips, looks at the camera, then looks up, fixing her eyes on him. She runs her lips along the side of his cock and then back to the tip, now taking it deeper into her mouth.
He holds her head from behind, gently pulling her toward him. Just the warmth of her saliva and her young girl's full lips surrounding his tip have made him so hard that he wants her all to himself. He bends his legs just a little to reach and feel one of her nipples, slips his hand inside her top, and begins to gently massage it while she starts moving her hand back and forth, stroking his cock with her spit, making him feel like she's sucking his entire dick.
“Oh, just like that, yes...”
He pulls her top down completely, exposing her perky tits, a heavenly curve and light pink nipples that sway from side to side with her movements. With a sudden movement, he pulls her head down to the depths of his cock, forcing her to suck it completely. She closes and squeezes her eyes, pouting, and tries to stop him with both hands, pushing him away. He gives in and lets her breathe. She lets out a big sigh with her mouth wide open, her now teary eyes looking up at him from below. Max takes his cock and begins to tap her lips with it. She sticks out her tongue, letting him do the same to it.
He puts it back in his mouth and within five seconds he picks up speed, grabbing her hair and pulling her back toward him. Bubbles of saliva drip from her lips, lubricating the tip until it slides naturally between her lips. She makes small noises, turning Max on even more. When it leaves her mouth, she breathes again; she was choking, coughs a couple of times but continues to masturbate his slippery cock.
He corners her to the edge of the bed, leaning her against it, and places his cock between her tits. She complacently spits, and the saliva runs down the center, wetting her walls. She presses them together, hugging his torso, and begins to move up and down. He does the same, his cock sliding easily, and the heat of her chest combined with the pressure creates paradise.
Without warning, he slides his cock into her mouth, forcing her to continue sucking, again pushing her head back, letting it in completely. She complains, making a noise and frowning just a little. He knows she wants to stop, but he doesn't and continues without letting her breathe. She tries to stop him with both hands, pushing his legs, but he continues to choke her with his cock, already touching the back of her throat and making a visible bulge at the beginning of her neck. Bubbles begin to form on her lips and saliva begins to drip down in droves.
When he finally lets her go, she lets out a big sigh, her breathing completely agitated as if she had run a marathon. She shrinks down, falling and clutching the floor, gasping for breath, and when she finds it, she gets up, breaking the scene. She begins to walk around the room, her wet tits bouncing with each step.
“I don't like that!” she shouts from across the room. Max rushes after her.
“You signed the contract, and now you're making the shot!” he points his finger at her, scolding her.
“I told you clearly that I don't like anything rough!”
Those words echo in Max's head, causing him to completely explode.
“Well, you owe me a scene, you stupid little bitch, so either you put your pathetic ass back on the floor and keep sucking my dick, or you don't get paid!”
Angie is speechless, a wave of heat, helplessness, and fear washing over her. This is not how she had imagined things would be. She thought everything would be perfect, everything was going so well, she thought she was in an environment where she would be respected. But everything has changed.
With slow and careful steps, she returns to the same spot and kneels down. Max stands in front of her, pulling his cock toward her face.
“Action!”
The magic words ring out in the background, and Angie has to take his cock back and continue as if nothing had happened. She tries to keep acting and sucks the tip, surrounding it with her lips.
But Max hasn't even started recording yet.
“You're just a fuckin’ slut, and you wanna be respected?” he says quietly, and she looks at him fearfully.
He shoves it all the way into her mouth and pushes her, making her fall back onto the bed, sitting on the floor. He starts to ram into her, pulling his cock out completely and then thrusting it back in fast and hard, all the way to the hilt. She protests, opening her eyes wide and raising her voice, but she can't speak, only a squeal comes out.
“Does your boyfriend know how much you love cock?”
While he rapes her mouth, he slaps her a couple of times from side to side, leaving her cheeks red.
“You don’t like it like this, huh? You stupid little bitch? Too bad, because this is how worthless whores like you should be treated, like worthless shit.”
He picks her up roughly, a pool of drool falling from her lips. She can't even speak because she doesn't have the breath to do so, but she complains, squealing as if she's about to cry. He throws her back onto the sheets and pulls down her shorts in one movement, not even removing her white lace thong, just pushing it aside and grabbing her ass with one hand and placing his cock with the other, pushing with all his strength and thrusting it in all the way.
She screams, clutching the sheets with both hands. Her flower feels so warm and tight that it makes him groan with pleasure. He spits on her butthole and watches it slide down from her hole. He begins to rub it with his thumb in circles until it slips inside. As soon as Angie feels it, she lets out a cry of pain and tightens her ass, pushing his finger even deeper inside.
“I'm going to fuck every hole in you, and you're going to be my cum dumpster!”
She explodes with pain and lunges across the bed, but Max stops her by climbing onto the bed, sitting on her legs and preventing her from moving forward, leaving her ass right in front of the tip of his cock. He stretches her ass, spreading her ass cheeks, opening it completely, her asshole opening and closing as if it's hard for it to breathe.
He rips her asshole apart with a single thrust, burying his cock deep inside her until he feels the tip hit the back of her canal. He starts thrusting inside her, pressing against her warm walls. The cameras are filming everything, her moans and pained expressions visible in close-up, but Max doesn't care at all. No one watching the video would imagine that they are jerking off watching a pretty young girl being brutally raped. It must be acting; women always like to get attention...
He rips her asshole apart with a single thrust, burying his cock deep inside her until he feels the tip hit the back of her canal. He starts thrusting inside her, pressing against her warm walls. The cameras are filming everything, her moans and pained expressions visible in close-up, but Max doesn't care at all. No one watching the video would imagine that they are jerking off watching a pretty young girl being brutally raped. It must be acting; women always like to get attention...
“I'd love to see that idiot's face if he knew his little girlfriend is being raped in the ass...”
He turns her over so she is lying in front of him and continues to fuck her ass. he puts two fingers in her mouth, forcing her to suck them, pushing them deep inside her over and over again, picking up speed until she coughs and spits on them. Lubricated with her saliva, he slides them into her pink pussy. Her lips look swollen, completely closed until he stretches them with two fingers. He inserts his fingers and notices that it wasn't even necessary to lubricate her; she's completely wet.
“You're so wet, baby... they all get wet. You can cry all you want, but your body says otherwise. It makes you so horny to be raped,” he whispers in her ear, smiling at her while she looks at him with disgust and terror.
Suddenly, intense heat floods his balls and he feels her holes squeeze him tighter than ever before. He feels the blood rush through his shaft to the tip, and it is at that precise moment that an idea crosses his mind. It's a great idea: what better way to end this beautiful fantasy than to cum inside her and force her to have his child, a child she will always hate? He knows it's too risky, but there's no one more vulnerable than an 18-year-old girl who has already decided to give up her ass like a good whore.
He changes holes and continues to fuck her hard, faster and faster, and that's when Angie realizes what's happening. She regains some strength and begins to kick and push with her hands, but all her efforts are in vain when he leans his whole body on top of her, leaving only a few inches between them. He looks her in the eyes, but she avoids his gaze, still fighting for her dignity. Her luck runs out when she feels pressure on her tight pussy lips, a stronger push inside her, and a sensation of increasing heat that almost burns her up to her belly, a growing wetness, the throbbing cock, the warm cum being shot and sailing through her insides, her worst nightmare come true.
He keeps it inside and deep inside for just a moment until he pulls it out, followed by the fluid dripping down to her reddened, throbbing butthole. He stretches her lips to see his work of art more closely.
Max notices that a little bit is dripping from the tip of his cock, so he climbs on top of her, almost sitting on her tits, brings his cock to her lips, rubs it against them, leaving her mouth full of cum. When he finishes cleaning himself off on her lips, he gets up, caressing one of her tits and giving it a slap at the end.
Angie walks slowly, in pain, almost dragging her legs. She has put her gym shorts and hoodie back on, but her panties and bra are still on the bed in the background. Max has not allowed her to take them with her because he wants to keep a little souvenir of her. Besides, the idea that someone might rape her again on the way because she is not wearing underwear makes it all more exciting.
Before Angie can take the envelope with cash from one of the tables, Max stops her by placing his hand on the envelope.
“If any of this gets out, I’ll destroy you, you understand, bitch?” he threatens, fixing his eyes on hers. She nods in fear, her eyes so wet that she looks like she’s about to burst into tears. Max removes his hand and she takes the money . She limps to the door and finally leaves, barely closing the door behind her.
As the cameramen pack up their equipment, Max carefully contemplates the panties in his hands, brings them close to his nose and breathes deeply, her scent permeating them. His cock begins to rise again just imagining how her pussy lips rubbed against that fabric. Without any shame and still completely naked, he begins to jerk off again with Angie's smell, closing his eyes.