Rich Little Escort {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

[darkest_fate]

Bella Thorne fought the urge to fidget as she knelt on the relatively plush carpet. The well-lit hotel room in which she knelt at least looked halfway acceptable. It would have had to be, to fit in with her assigned role. The pretty teenager lifted a slightly nervous hand, pristine nails just flicking aside strawberry blonde hair. The long, loose curls at least kept it clear from her expertly painted face, especially the plump pink lips that glistened in the light. They'd spent almost half an hour on those lips alone, layering expensive lipstick and gloss on them till they seemed almost fake, as if someone had attached a blow-up doll's lips onto the gorgeous actress's face. The same care had gone into primping the girl's lean body: powder on the breasts just so, dress hung with plunging neckline. Hell, Bella had worked her way through something like six pairs of underwear before the Guia La Bruna thong vivisected her plump white cheeks. The panties alone would have fed a family of four for a few months, let alone the dress and makeup.

But Bella had argued, insisted, and when she did that, she won. Sometimes she had to purse those lips and wink or tease or wiggle fingers, but she always won. Every man she'd ever met had stared at her body, at the beautiful, innocent face, at the ripe breasts, at the softly rounded ass, and felt a stirring in his loins. Probably most of the women felt the same way. Bella used it, abused it, and got what she wanted.

But she'd been stuck in teenie-bopper roles for something like years now. Even her more recent roles had pretty well pigeon-holed her as the precious little teenager. So she'd insisted that her agent find her something real, something with substance, something that would put her on the serious film map. It was that, or she'd fire him and find someone who can.

Which is how Bella found herself in the starring role of Rich Little Escort. The role had been just amazing, and at times Bella almost felt as if she were her character. It probably helped that the girl had decided to use Bella Luna as her "stage name." A beautiful socialite needing charge in her life opts to become a high end escort for expert clientele, only to find herself wrapped up in the world of debauchery and sexual commerce. Edgy, real, and it paired Bella with some of the best names in the business.

All of which led to a pretty girl kneeling in a room, waiting patiently while they got ready for the sex scenes. Supposedly they were going to use doubles for the actual action, which would be entirely real, no simulation, but they needed her first reactions for up-close shots and a few initials. Bella was already bored, and pretty well assured that she'd just be pulling out some poor old guy's tiny little willie, jerking it a few times and pretending that it was the best thing in the world. Thousands if not millions in the bank, and awards shows already clamoring for her name.

"Where's the male talent already?" she demanded, twisting to look, knowing that he'd been in another room. The real talent, the one she'd wanted to work with, had gone in a door, and the "sex talent" would soon come out and insist that Bella draw him out for the initial blowjob. The actress sighed again, fidgeting and pulling at the dress, ready to lash into the entire crew for the simply intolerable lack of professionalism.

 

[rahatingt]

Frank Wagner was very satisfied with the particular arrangement that brought him to this particular set today. He was used to movie set and shooting sex scene just not this expensive. Frank was a fairly well known pornstar, director known for porn that was both sensual, exciting but also depraved. He also had a fairly lucrative side business of satisfying well off bitches in heat. But he had never played with someone of her caliber before and he was looking forward to it.

Bella Thorne was just the right girl for a Frank treatment. He had created a niche of production focusing on breaking the boundaries of a performer and making videos of exquisite pleasure and satisfaction. Frank's latest movie was of a highly popular lesbian pornstar's (for porn only, had a bf) first b/g shoot. Frank had kept her pussy for her bf and ravished her virgin ass for most of the shoot and she had shocked even herself with assgasms on camera. No wonder that she had left the studio with him for some all night long fun.

So Frank knew exactly what he had to do and he was looking forward to all of it. It had to be one lucky guy to teach Ms. Thorne the true pleasure of the flesh and making her scream on camera. He wore a nice looking suite that she would need to fish him out of, adjusted his cock and strode in to the set. He smiled at the sexy actress kneeling for him, looking sultry and sensual in that dress, looking exactly like the socialite she was playing, looking for sexual adventure and Frank was planning to give her just that.

He moved in front of her stood as the script called for, the outline of a fat cock clearly visible through his slacks as the director asked for their readiness and the shoot began. Frank's hand slipped into her silky blonde hair, caressing and encouraging her like the male character was suppose to in the scene and waited for her to free him and waited to gauge her reaction to the fat veiny cock that he was sure would surprise the inexperienced actress.

 

[darkest_fate]

Well, the double looked sort of sexy? If you maybe squinted a little? Bella knew she didn't have to do all that much. Now, according to the script, "Bella" was going to soon find herself well out of her depth. The guy would recognize her as the young girl he'd always wanted and the lovemaking would very quickly turn into ravishing. A lot of that was left to the spur of the moment: however the two porn doubles decided to run things would be how the whole thing played out. Or at least, that's what Bella had been told. She swore she'd heard someone mumble something or mention something about ass-fucking or something. It wasn't anything she had to worry about.

No, Bella's part right now was simple. Smile at the man as he approached, which she did now. She tilted her head back slightly, letting the earrings decorating her ears sway ever so slightly. Eyes would light up just a little as the fake smile fell only a little short of actually lighting them. Then her eyes were supposed to fall down. It took all Bella had not to start wincing or outright gagging as she had to go over the older man's not entirely great body. The bulge between his legs seemed almost odd to her, especially in comparison. The script said to lock onto it, to sort of stare. Bella had done stuff like that before: greedily eying a cock, letting her tongue run just over her lips as if she wanted nothing more than to stick it inside her mouth.

A hand went to her hair, moving, caressing. Bella forced her head further up, feeling the loose curls bouncing around her shoulders. A hand moved up, feathered along his pants. Bella's perfectly manicured fingers caught the button. They flicked. Then a hand went a little further down, pulling languidly at a zipper. Her head moved forward slightly, lips pursed to almost blow a kiss in the thing's direction.

Then it almost flung out at her. Bella nearly squealed as the cock came dangerously close to hitting her in the face. The teenager's mouth fell open as she goggled, not quite believing her eyes. What was this strange monster? Its head looked a little strange, like there was this bit of flesh covering it or like it was starting to peek out or something. The rest of it looked almost too big to be allowed. Bella wasn't certain she could fit her fingers around it, but that surely had to be her imagination. It certainly dwarfed anything she'd seen from the few boys. She had a line now, one that Bella struggled to remember.

"Guess this is what a man's cock looks like, huh?" she said, smiling up at him, moving her hand close to it. Bella swore she could feel the heat wafting from it, and she hesitated. The thing looked about ready to strike, to bit or spit or something, and Bella just wasn't sure she should get anywhere near it.

 

[rahatingt]

Frank was half erect by the time the young actress had her hand on his bulge. He loved the luxurious feel of her hair on his fingers, looking down on her as she oozed expensive elegance even with the lewd gesture of kneeling for a man's cock. His cock lurched free as the zipper was pulled down and he relished at the expression of surprise on her face. He smiled to himself thinking what her reaction would be when she realized his plans for his cock and her.

His cock bobbed with the rhythm of his heartbeat and started to grow. The fat veins bulging and the shaft hardening and enlarging. Bella would see how the dark purple knob flared and half came out of the foreskin and she would see how a fat drop of clear precum dribbled out.

"And dadd'ys naughty girl wants to play with a man's cock doesn't she. She's a shameless little cocksucker isn't she", he whispered in a husky hungry voice, following the script even though in the final copy the voice would be dubbed by the real actor. But it helped with the vibe and he loved the lewd dialog and even as he teased her with his words his hip thrust forward and before a surprised Ms. Thorne could react his flared knob brushed against her lips smearing precum for her to taste.

"You have been a cocktease long enough .. maybe you are just that. Maybe you don't know to play with a man's cock Bella, maybe you don't know how to suck a cock good , good enough to satisfy a man", he said. His fingers tightened on her hair and he titled her face just right to hold her gaze as his hip jutted forward again rubbing his cockhead against her lips letting her know even if the words were officially for 'Bella Luna', he was talking down to her too. "Open up", he hissed, Frank wanted to feel her moist warm mouth engulfing him. He wanted to fuck her gorgeous famous face and make Bella Thorne his fucking whore.

 

[darkest_fate]

The cock stank. Bella fought her nose's urge to begin wrinkling up as the strong stench of the growing meat hit her hard. She could almost feel herself gagging. Professionalism took over: she could handle something like this. It was part of the role, after all: show the real reaction to the cock and all that business. "Yes, she is such a shameless little whore," breathed Bella, adding an extra breathy layer to her voice that she was quite proud of. The teenager shifted her head, shooting a lustful gaze up the man's body.

Bella's mouth opened for another line, only to find the knob pressing against her. Warmth smeared her lips. Bella again found herself gagging, started to pull away only to have that hand gripping her head keep her in place. A tongue came out to wet her lips, just tasting the salty fluid that decked them now. Bella quickly realized her error, jerking a hand up to try and wipe, only to pause as she remembered her role.

The porn double just kept going though. He kept teasing and taunting, and Bella felt a surge of angry pride shoot up her for a moment. The man obviously talked about her character, but he did so in a way that made every word feel directed at Bella herself. What right did he have to start belittling her sexual prowess? Particularly in front of people like this! Again her head would have jerked back if it weren't for the fingers laced in her hair. Bella stilled then, realizing in a moment that her head was no longer in her control. He'd do with it whatever he wished. He wished to rub his cock against her lips, rubbing precum and God knows what along her already shimmering, plump flesh.

Bella glanced toward the director, trying to locate him and signal that this should be stopped. She could still feel the insistent cock prodding against her lips, demanding entrance. But Bella wholly intended to stop before anything of the sort happened. She locked eyes with the director, but he simply waved her on. Clearly he expected her to keep going, likely to start working the shaft or something. Bella hesitantly brought a hand up, delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft. She could feel it pulsing in her palm. It pulsed, and Bella swore another blast of cock-stench spurted out. Her nose wrinkled, head going back, mouth opening slightly in disgust.

The director had noticed that very instinct. He quickly gestured for the double to take advantage. After all, if Bella's mouth was filled with cock, she couldn't very well complain, now could she?