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Riley looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom that was bigger than her whole apartment. Now a days, porn shoots happened in fancy AirBnBs that were rented just long enough to do a bunch of shoots — with breaks in between to clean up various bodily fluids. The bathroom she was in had a full length mirror that allowed her to inspect her entire body.
Bougie red lingerie clad her body, accentuating the small womanly curves hormone therapy had given her over the years. Her boobs were still on the small side, but the push-up bra made them appear full. The stockings made her legs seem longer. She looked womanly and sexy.
Except for the giant bulge in her panties, of course.
Having ‘acted’ in dozens of videos by now, she was confident her tool was the biggest around. No guy had been close to hers in size or girth and that’s how she liked it.
At the beginning of her transition, she’d allowed guys to be on top, wanting to feel more like a girl…. but not anymore. Only serious boyfriends –which she hadn’t had in a while — and toys were allowed the rare privilege of her back door. A shame, really, because her ass was fantastically bubbly. She admired said butt, completely visible in the g-string she wore.
After putting on her outfit for the shoot, a stereotypical short plaid skirt and white cropped shirt, she climbed down the stairs, ready to pound some guy’s asshole into mush.
When she was almost at the end, she heard two voices. One was her producer, a guy who had been giving her the creeps since she met him. He was rude, sexist as fuck and misogynistic. He kept pressuring her to, “be more open,” and to, “take her natural role.” Meaning he wanted her to take dick.
Yeah, right.
Whenever he did that, she made sure to fuck her costars harder, to be extra dominant. If she wasn’t so disgusted by him, she’d have fucked him into submission just to prove a point.
Suspicious, she listened to them talk.
“Yeah, I promise. She likes for me to talk to the costars and tell them. Dude, she wants it extra rough. Spanking, choking, all the things.”
Riley’s mouth opened in outrage. The creep!
The person who had to be her costar spoke next. Their voice was quiet but deep. “Are you sure? That sounds like something I should really talk to her about.”
Riley nodded silently in agreement. Yes. Listen to him, you creep.
“Trust me. She’s a bit of a diva so doesn’t like to waste her time. Has me do all the ‘grunt work,'” she says.
“She said it like that?” The second man’s voice was incredulous.
“Right!? She’s kind of a bitch. I’d tell you to slap her ass extra hard for me, but she’d probably like it.”
They both had a laugh about it and Riley seethed. She would’ve gone light on him because he seemed to at least understand consent. But not anymore.
***
A few hours later, they met. And she was still mad.
“Riley!” Her producer called and she turned to him from where she’d been wasting time on her phone, mentally plotting all the ways she would be fucking the mystery guy. “Come meet Lex.”
She looked up. And up. The dude was enormous. Six foot six, if she had to guess, with a short beard and handsome face. A few sexual positions would have to be scratched out. From her experience, fucking people from behind was tricky when they were over five ten. She was just too short.
“Hey Lex,” she smiled brightly. “Good to meet you.” Lies. “Happy to be working with you.” Lies.
“Hey,” was all he said back.
“Well… I’m gonna get the cameramen.” Her producer awkwardly left.
Riley waited for him to hit on her, compliment her outfit, or any of the other inane things guys have said in the past.
Instead, he shocked her. “I can’t not ask. They said you like it rough, but do you want a signal? That it’s too much?”
Her eyebrows rose at the thoughtfulness, but she wrestled it back. She had a plan.
“No need for me, babe. I like it all.”
One eyebrow raised. “Oh? So hard spanking? Choking? Cumplay? Humiliation? All on the table?”
Impressed at the straightforward, unashamed way he spoke, she nodded. “Yes, totally. What about you? You okay with all that also?”
He looked at her strangely. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
She looked at him with fake confusion. “In case I’m bigger? …have you ever done gay or trans porn?”
When he looked at her blankly, she explained, sounding as authoritative as she could.
“In our porn, where two people have dicks, the bigger one is on top and the smaller one takes the role of the woman. So if you’re bigger, you get to fuck me, spank me, choke me, cum on me… whatever you want. And I have to take it. But if I’m bigger, then I get to do all that to you.”
He visibly balked. “I don’t know about that….”
Riley laughed girlishly and touched his arm, trying to rouse his ego. “You’re a huge guy, don’t worry! You’re probably bigger. So what do you say?”
She stuck out her hand as if making a deal. He searched her face and shyly took hers. He looked gemlik escort like every other guy she’d turned, like he was trying to rally his confidence.
As they shook hands, she cackled on the inside. She was going to bend him in half and make him paint his own face in cum as she plowed him.
***
An hour later and the cameras were in place. She was outside with a cameraguy squatting right behind her, getting an upskirt shot of her panties.
Pushing her ass back and chest out, she knocked. Immediately Lex opened the door.
“Hey, Mr Johnson!” She greeted, doing her best to sound like a teenager. “Is Jenna around? We’re supposed to study together!”
“No, she’s not home. My wife’s not home either. Come in!” He was such a bad actor.
“Oh?” She improvised. “Where did they all go?”
“To a Backstreet Boys concert. My wife thinks they’re so attractive.”
She gave him a pout. “You’re hot too!”
“You think so? You’re so beautiful, I wouldn’t expect you to find an old man like me attractive.”
“Old!?” She sidled up to him, mock outraged. “You’re hotter than any of the boys in my school! Your wife is a lucky woman.”
“She doesn’t seem to think so. I haven’t gotten ‘lucky’ in months.”
“Months?” Riley gasped, putting a hand on his stomach and caressing him inappropriately for a friend’s married dad. “You must be so frustrated.”
He nodded solemnly. “You don’t know what it’s like for a guy to go without for so long.” His hands went around her shoulders and they were in a loose embrace now.
She shook her head. “I do actually… I wasn’t always a girl. I can help you get some relief… if you don’t mind me having something extra.”
Shocking her, he grabbed her ass and effortlessly held her in the air. “I don’t care at all.” Then he kissed her.
His beard was scratchy against her smooth skin, and he kissed her like he was trying to own her mouth. His hands kneaded her practically bare ass even as he held her whole body’s weight in the air. It made her feel small and girly, so it took her a second to remind herself she was supposed to take control. Especially because it was such a good kiss.
She squirmed so he put her down.
“Wait,” she said, breathing harder than she was prepared to for. “Let me show you, first. In case it scares you.”
A quick shift of her panties and her dick was out, tenting up the skirt. It looked huge sticking out of the fabric of the skirt, easily eight inches. She looked up at him proudly.
“Bigger is on top?” He asked quietly, his face blank. She thought he did a good job hiding his trepidation.
“Yup!” Smiling big, she pulled down his pants in one smooth motion
Out popped–even from all the porn she watched–the biggest dick she’d ever seen. Side by side, it was shocking how much bigger and thicker he was.
She stared down in disbelief. How could a dick even get that big.
“My wife complains I’m too big.” He startled her out of her reverie. When she looked up at him, he looked smug. “What do you think? Can you handle it?”
Placing a big hand on her shoulder, he pushed her down. The force was immense and she awkwardly got to her knees.
Dazed, still coming to terms with her defeat, she opened her mouth when he aimed his cock at her face. Without fanfare, he shoved his dick in her mouth until it hit her throat. She coughed, but he just fucked her mouth like it was a pussy.
“High school boys don’t have a dick this big?” He asked, taking it out long enough to let her speak.
Still dumbstruck, she did, after coughing and recovering. “No. Not even close.”
Smiling widely, he shoved himself back in. She sputtered and took it as best as she could. She’d done this to plenty of guys, fucking their throats even as they coughed. Regretting it now, she held onto his thighs and told herself she made a deal.
“I’m gonna teach you how real men fuck,” he idly commented, even as he slapped her gasping face with his slimy cock. It was like getting slapped with a salami. It was heavy, meaty and it kind of hurt.
Then his dick went back into her mouth and he was fucking her again. Try as he might though, he just couldn’t get into her throat. It was too thick. Even when he thrust hard, she just loudly gagged.
He pulled out and contemplated her. She thought he might be taking mercy on her, but instead he shocked her when he grabbed her by the waist and bodily lifted her. She got that weightlessness feeling again as he effortlessly rotated her and put her down on the nearby bed.
How strong even was he? It made her feel like a little girl, powerless to avoid being thrown around
.
It wasn’t until he pulled her by her shoulders until her head was hanging off the sofa that she understood his intentions. She only had a second to look into her producer’s eyes from across the room to see his malevolent glee. He was enjoying her degradation, adding to the humiliation.
A second later she didn’t have time to feel ashamed altıparmak escort because a battering ram of a dick was forcing its way down her throat.
The head rammed against her throat and she gagged hard. Instead of pulling back as she assumed he would, he grabbed her by the armpits and forced his way further, painfully opening up her throat and shoving himself to the hilt.
She panicked. Her body flailed and her hands scratched at his legs as her own legs kicked around uselessly.
She couldn’t breathe. Even if she could breathe through her nose, which she wasn’t sure she could do with the massive cock blocking her throat, his balls laid on her face, blocking both her nostrils and most of her vision.
The indignity of struggling to even breathe was compounded by having his hairy balls on either side of her nose. It was like her comfort mattered so little that her face was only good for resting his balls on, even as she struggled to breathe.
After a few seconds, she started to panic she’d die and really beat on his thighs. She’d tried to grab his balls and twist them, but they were inaccessible around his strong things. There was no gap for her hands to go through and his dick was completely in her throat, so there was nothing to grab onto.
Maddeningly, he didn’t pull off. Instead, he calmly unbuttoned her blouse, even as her arms smacked ineffectively against his. He undid the front clasp of her bra, making it snap open.
Finally, when she thought she would pass out, he withdrew. The relief of finally taking a breath was so strong it was orgasmic. Lex pinching her nipples harshly didn’t even hurt, it just added to the pleasure of relief. With great shame, she moaned in between gasps. Just as humiliating, his cock had exited her throat like a plunger, spilling rivulets of saliva that flowed down her face. It was disgusting and it didn’t help that when the balls left her face, she could see the camera that was less than a foot from her face. It had caught every little demeaning detail of her degradation.
Just as she started to get her breath back and could think about anything but sweet air, the cock pushed back into her panting mouth. He gave her no time to fight or protest before he had forced himself back into her throat, practically all the way to her stomach. The only mercy of the giant ballsack covering her face was that she didn’t have to look at the faces of the men around them who were watching her get abused and didn’t lift a finger to help her.
Realizing the flailing didn’t do anything but waste her oxygen, she tried digging her nails into his thighs and scratching him, but he just chuckled. “Stop struggling and I’ll let you breathe more.”
Riley vehemently disliked that plan, so she struggled even harder. She must have gauged furrows into his thighs but he didn’t seem to even notice. Only when her sight started to turn black again did he let her breathe. The inches of dick left her throat slowly this time and she was agitated at how long it took. When she could finally breathe, she tried twisting away from him, ready to run if need be.
Like she was a child, he pushed her back down with one hand between her breasts, easily keeping her pinned. Once immensely proud of her femininity, she now cursed her weaker body. Lex was so much bigger and stronger than her that she felt powerless.
When he tried aiming his dick at her mouth again, she clamped it shut. Without hesitating, he pinched her nose, plugging her only other source of oxygen. She lasted only a second before opening her mouth, which he quickly plugged with his dick.
He did this twice more before her exhausted body finally gave out and she stopped struggling. Her arms flopped down, fatigue making it hard to even lift them again. On cue, Lex widthrew again and let her recover for longer than he had earlier. “There you go, was that so hard?”
His words were condescending, but she didn’t even have the energy to get indignant. She just panted and stayed still, trying to make this reprieve last as long as possible.
“Ok Honey, open up.”
His cock touched her lips again and she really, really didn’t want to. She looked at him for mercy, but he just gave her a look like, ‘we can do this the easy or the hard way.’
She took the easy way, hesitantly opening her mouth. He was much gentler this time, still pushing past the bend in her throat, but doing it much less forcibly. His balls only tapped her nose before he pulled back and let her breathe again.
Settling into a rhythm of in, out, breathe, he fucked her face for a while. Her will broken, she let it happen. Reluctantly, she even started to get into it, the nipple play pleasurable, more so because she couldn’t see it in that position, heightening the sensations. She mostly just hung on to his legs, ineffectually trying to slow them.
Riley was almost excited when she felt his hand move to her crotch. It was disappointing then when he ignored her hard cock and tried osmangazi escort worming a finger between her cheeks.
“Open your legs,” he ordered on the next jaw stretching thrust.
Ignoring him, she twisted her hips to press her cock against his arm, trying to get some contact.
“Open your legs, or I’m staying here.”
She got his meaning a second later when he didn’t withdraw, the oxygen in her body rapidly depleting.
Defeated, she opened her legs wide, hoping he’d reward her compliance with airflow.
He did, giving her long seconds to recover. Gratefully, she kept her legs wide open as he flipped her skirt above her waist and pushed her thong to the side.
The thong had been a source of womanly power in the past. It had given her confidence to intimidate men into doing what she wanted. Beauty, along with a bigger dick, made her seem simultaneously more feminine and masculine than everyone else. So she dressed in provocative, teasing lingerie to tease about what they couldn’t have. She had been eager to show off her nice ass to guys that weren’t allowed to touch it, using a thong to display more cheek.
Now it just made her feel exposed.
The thin string between her cheeks was no protection for her vulnerable backdoor since he moved it aside so easily.
She didn’t complain though, as he scooped globs off her face and smeared it on her hole. He wasn’t trying to choke her to death with his giant tool, so she was going to be as cooperative as possible.
He had put a profound fear of asphyxiation into her.
When he leaned over her more to insert a finger, his balls landed on her face again. Eager to keep him happy, she licked them.
“Hold your legs,” he said and she hooked her hands behind her knees. It spread her wider, which allowed him to put a second thick finger into her ass. When his fingers started to feel dry, he told her to spit into his hand. She was so thankful the throat fucking was over that after spitting out a big glob, she sucked one of his big balls into her mouth.
The amateur videos she put out sometimes involved her playing with a dildo, so she wasn’t inexperienced back there. The third finger still made her grunt though.
She was actually getting really into sucking his balls, as well as the ass play, when she heard him ask for lube. Her brow furrowed in confusion when someone handed him a bottle with a nozzle at the top.
It became all too clear when Lex grabbed her waist and flipped her so that her knees were on the floor and her torso was on the bed. Her ass was out in the air, the string of her thong still around her left butt cheek.
Before she had a chance to protest, Lex had shoved the nozzle into her ass and squeezed. The cold liquid jetted into her insides, giving her a chilly, tingly feeling in her guts.
Realizing her predicament, she glanced back at Lex, who was squirting the lube on the length of his cock. Attempting not to ruin the shot, which even she realized had been really hot, she gave him a pleading look, knowing it hadn’t worked earlier.
“Mr. Johnson… This is my first time, please be gentle.”
He smirked. “My wife never let me fuck her ass. She says I’m too rough.”
Then, as she should’ve expected, he lined himself up and drove himself to the hilt in one asshole breaking motion.
She screamed.
Probably expecting this, he covered her mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. “Shh,” he almost gloated. “What if the neighbors hear you?”
He grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it hard. She barely registered it over the pain of her overstretched asshole.
He continued to gloat. “What would they think? My daughter’s little friend, getting fucked in the ass. I’d tell them how you come over all the time in those tiny little skits, just begging for me to take you.”
Riley only sobbed in pain.
“What did you think would happen?” He mocked. “You knew Jenna wouldn’t be here. That’s why you showed up in a tiny thong. This could only end with your ass getting fucked. You’ve been showing me your tight little ass for years and I finally get to take it. You’re going to stay there and do what you’re good for.”
He pulled all the way out and she felt him squirt more lube into her gaping asshole.
“Such a young, beautiful ass,” he said and spanked her. She jumped, but didn’t even bother trying to run away. He would just pin her down and fuck her even rougher.
Proving her point, he lined himself up and penetrated her again, this time slower, as if rewarding her compliance. Once he was balls deep again, probing deep in her guts, he grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. She could still breathe, but it still gave her that panicked feeling.
When she tried to pry his hand away, and failed, he spanked her again, twice on each cheek. Her full ass clenched, making her wince and groan.
“I’m going to ruin this ass,” he promised, pulling out slowly until just the tip was in, then thrusting in hard, spanking her when she groaned.
He widthrew. Thrust. Spank. Withdraw. Thrust. Spank.
The slaps barely registered next to the pain of her ass. But as her asshole adjusted and her ass got red, the spanks started to fucking hurt. She tried squirming away from the next one, which just earned her two spanks, followed by an extra hard thrust.
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