Chapter 39 – Tight Screw

Chloe stood in front of DaShawn, looking up as he slowly approached with his massive frame towering over her. The cameramen moved quietly, one for the close-ups and variable shots and the other for the wide shot and the boom operator positioned himself inconspicuously.

Lucia now sat barefoot, crouched on her chair and stared sharply at them like a bird of prey behind her black horn-rimmed glasses.

“On your knees, Chloe. Pull down his boxer shorts. Shocked and excited, please, but make it believable,” Lucia barked. “Wide shot, capture the moment. Close-up on her face.”

Chloe sank to her knees and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts. The fabric slid down, and his cock sprang out, soft yet impressive, but already growing harder.

Holy shit, that thing is huge. Fuck.

The shock in her eyes, which she opened extra wide, probably looked real enough, but the thrill? She had to fake that. She twisted her lips into a forced, lustful grin.

“Dialogue!” snapped Lucia. “Sound, turn it up!”

“I can’t wait to have that big black cock in my tight little pussy,” Chloe sighed breathlessly for the camera with a high and greedy voice. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, which throbbed and swelled in her fist, veiny and thick as a baseball bat.

And I have to blow it now. Breathe, Chloe. Performance.

She leaned forward and licked the thick, salty tip. Then she opened her mouth wide, took it in, and slid her tongue over the underside. DaShawn stood passively, his left hand loosely at his side and with his right hand he brushed her hair out of the way for the camera.

Chloe worked her way down a little further, moving her head rhythmically up and down, saliva running over her lips and chin before dripping onto her breasts. The close-up camera stayed close to her face almost the entire time, only pulling back occasionally when Lucia indicated a wide shot.

Fortunately, only five minutes of blowjob planned.

She moaned exaggeratedly, stroking his base with one hand and kneading his thick balls with the other.

“Mmm, your cock tastes so good,” she murmured as she briefly took his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop and looked up at him with big, seemingly ecstatic eyes, staring into his expressionless face.

Lucia nodded with satisfaction. “Good, that’s enough. Cut! Now lay her on the bed, DaShawn, slowly pull off her thong, and then eat her pussy. Alternate close-ups of her reaction and her pussy. And action!”

DaShawn effortlessly lifted Chloe up and carried her to the bed. She landed on her back and spread her legs. He hooked his fingers into her thong, pulled it off, and revealed her naked pussy. 

Then his broad shoulders lowered between her thighs and licked roughly and demanding with his hot tongue over her pussy.

It wasn’t tender, no skillful play with her clit or even a gentle nibbling of her labia, no, DaShawn just slobbered, letting his saliva run over her slit and rubbing his tongue flat and rough over it.

That’s not for me, that’s just lube. He’s making me wet with his drool so his monster will fit in better. Disgusting.

Chloe threw her head back anyway and moaned loudly for the camera. “Oh yes, please, lick my pussy, it feels so good!”

She clawed at the sheets and arched her back as if she were dying of ecstasy. The close-up camera hovered close to her face, capturing every feigned look of pleasure, while the wide-shot cameraman backed away to capture the entire frame with DaShawn’s massive body between her legs.

Meanwhile, Lucia crouched barefoot on her chair and yelled at the sound assistant. “Boom, get closer, I want the moans on there! Ken, do a close-up on her pussy now, show the saliva!”

The saliva was now flowing over her anus and dripping onto the bed. It was wet and cool and sticky, and Chloe didn’t care for it one bit.

Oh man, how much longer is this going to take?

She gasped louder, jerked her hips, and threw herself back. “Oh God, fuck, your tongue is so strong, I’m going to come!” In reality, it barely tingled. The stimulation was raw and uncomfortable, but she kept up the performance anyway, moaning with her eyes half-closed and her lips slightly parted.

“Enough oral now! DaShawn, get on top of her. Nice and slow penetration,” Lucia barked after about two minutes. “Chloe, hook your hands behind your knees, legs up and spread wide. Close-up on the entry!”

Chloe obeyed immediately, hooked her hands behind her knees, pulled her legs up so that the suspenders stretched across her thighs, and then spread herself so wide that her pussy lay completely exposed, glistening with his saliva. DaShawn knelt between her legs while casually rubbing his cock.

Holy shit, that thing looks as big as my forearm.

He rubbed the tip against her entrance, pressing lightly. “Damn, girl, you’re so fucking wet for my big black cock,” he grunted for the camera.

Wet? Bullshit, I’d be bone dry without your drool, you idiot. Fuck, this is going to hurt.

Chloe smiled lasciviously and nodded eagerly. “Oh, please stretch my tight little pussy with that monster!”

He slowly pushed the tip in. The saliva helped a little, making it slippery, but the pressure of her tense muscles and her tightness resisted. Inch by inch, he forced his way in, stretching her almost beyond her limit. Chloe gritted her teeth and prayed that her contorted face looked like pleasure.

Shit, that burns. Breathe, Chloe, relax.

“Oh my God, your cock is so big, please fill me up!”

“Get closer to her pussy, the stretching is amazing! Sy, try to capture his face!” Lucia commanded.

DaShawn pushed further, cursing softly. “Oh fuck, shit, you’re tight… ugh… yeah, you love that big black cock inside you, huh?”

Finally, he bottomed out, not quite all the way in, but the tip was already pressing against her cervix. Chloe gasped as pain mixed with pressure, managing to turn it into a moan.

This is too much. If he moves, I’ll tear apart.

He began to thrust slowly, for about a minute. It wasn’t fast, but he couldn’t go any faster because the friction was still too intense. Seeing that huge thing disappear inside her was surreal.

And Chloe’s natural lubrication just wasn’t coming. He slowed down, frustrated, and whispered softly, audible only to her, as he remained deep inside her: “Relax, girl, loosen up a little. You’re way too fucking tight.”

As if I didn’t know that, dumbass.

Lucia noticed it right away. “Cut! DaShawn, get your cock out of her!” Her voice whipped through the room. The cameras stopped rolling, the boom retracted. “PA! Lube her up, now, this isn’t working. DaShawn, you’re pounding too hesitantly. Chloe, try to moan a little less fake, get into it. I think we’d better continue with doggy style.”

Chloe lowered her legs, DaShawn’s cock slid out, leaving a gaping, empty feeling.

She just lay there while the crew bustled around and a PA hurried over with silicone gloves and a large tube of lube.

The young woman with a tight box braid bun on her head knelt between Chloe’s spread legs, squeezed the tube, and pumped plenty of lube directly into her pussy. A bit of the cool gel spilled out, and Chloe felt the PA’s gloved fingers briefly at her entrance to spread it around. It was a strangely intimate, awkward moment. Everyone stared at them, the cameras were paused, and the crew stood around waiting.

“Quite a big one, huh?” the PA muttered with a crooked grin as she refilled.

Chloe laughed briefly, trying to appear relaxed. “You can say that again.”

The PA winked, stood up, and was about to leave, but Lucia exploded. “Hey! What the fuck? You forgot his cock! Oh, just give it to me, I’ll do it myself!” she hissed, snatching the tube from the PA’s hand and waving DaShawn over impatiently. With quick movements, she lubricated his massive cock from the base to the tip until it glistened. DaShawn stood stoically with an expressionless face.

“Chloe, bra off, come on, on all fours, quick! I don’t want you to lose momentum,” Lucia ordered harshly as she fumbled with Chloe’s bra clasp. The fabric came loose, fell away, and Chloe’s breasts dangled freely.

God, can you chill out, bitch? Ah, fuck. Just smile, always smile.

She scrambled to her hands and knees and stuck her ass up in the air. DaShawn positioned himself behind her and tentatively placed his heavy hands on her hips. The wide-shot cameraman was already zooming in, and the close-up guy was waiting for instructions.

Lucia wasn’t satisfied. “Higher, hips up! Shoulders down!” She grabbed Chloe’s hips, pulled her up, and pushed her shoulders a little lower toward the mattress. Chloe tried hard to arch her back perfectly.

“Wide shot, side view! Close-up frontal on her face, but so that we can still see her being fucked from behind. Chloe, you look straight ahead, but no eye contact with the camera, pretend it’s not there. Act with your face, tell the story with your face, let your face tell the viewers how fucking good this big black cock feels, how fulfilling it is to be claimed by it, let the viewers read it from your lips and eyes.”

She turned to DaShawn. “Slow and deep at first, then slowly pick up speed and then give it to her good. And… action!”

The red light on the cameras came on, the boom mic lowered a little. Chloe stared straight ahead, avoiding looking directly into the lens as much as possible, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear so it wouldn’t keep falling in her face.

Her heart was pounding as she felt DaShawn’s thick tip against her pussy, which now easily penetrated her thanks to the slippery lube.

He pushed forward slowly, as Lucia had said, stretching her further and further, but then –bam! –he bottomed out, ramming in with force until he hit her cervix like a hammer.

“Ungh!” Chloe grunted uncontrollably and flinched.

Shit! Fuck! That hurts!

The lube made the penetration smoother and easier, but it still didn’t make her any more aroused, and the angle was even deeper than before. She propped herself up on her elbows, raised her ass a little higher, and just took it.

“Ooooooh, just like that!” she gasped, throwing her head back, eyes half closed. “Fuck me harder, give me that big black cock!”

DaShawn grunted deeply and settled into a slow, deep thrusting rhythm. “You like that, huh? You like that, huh? How I stretch your tight little pussy, huh?”

Chloe moaned exaggeratedly and tried to cushion the thrusts by rolling her hips slightly, while at the same time feigning a look of ecstasy with her lips parted and her eyebrows raised. “Yes, I love it! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”

But when the thrusts were particularly hard, she flinched and her eyes narrowed briefly in pain. She just couldn’t help it.

Too deep, damn it. Breathe, moan, breathe, moan. Hang in there, Chloe.

The close-up cameraman came a bit closer and she became aware of the sweat on her forehead and her trembling lips.

Lucia gave instructions: “Ken, stay on her face! DaShawn, you can go faster now, pound her!

DaShawn obeyed and really picked up the pace. Smack-smack-smack! His weight drove her forward. Chloe gasped and couldn’t help but let the pain show in her performance. “Yes… ungh… fuck me… ungh… fuck me!”

“How do you like that, white slut, huh? How do you like that?” he growled, grabbing her hips tighter as he slammed into her like a jackhammer.

Then DaShawn grabbed her roughly, his left hand on her shoulder, his right around her leg, pulled her upright against his chest, and hammered into her brutally, fucking her standing up from behind while holding her almost like a doll. Chloe just hung there with trembling legs and bouncing breasts, and for the first time she felt a hint of arousal, just a lingering spark, as he manhandled her like that.

This could be… good, if only he were a little more careful.

“Yes! Yes! Argh… yes!” she gasped, her face contorted.

Lucia had now stood up, feverishly cheering her on. “We need an orgasm, Chloe! Give us an orgasm!”

Chloe channeled the pain as best she could, whimpered, threw her head back, rolled her eyes upward, and faked a loud orgasm. “I’m coming… oh God, I’m coming!” Then she just moaned loudly for a long time.

“Perfect, beautiful orgasm!” Lucia praised her. “DaShawn, you can come now.”

He pulled her off his cock, turned her onto her back, and laid her flat on the bed. He jerked off a few more times, then he exploded and thick, warm, sticky strands of cum landed on her stomach and breasts. Chloe gritted her teeth, suppressed the pain, collected a little of the load with her finger, then licked it off slowly and with as much relish as she could fake, and flashed the camera a beaming, happy, satisfied smile.

What a shit how.

“Awesome, Chloe! That’s gold!” Lucia cheered. “Cut! PA, towel for Chloe, now!”

Chloe sank back onto the mattress, breathless, and pulled her legs up as the throbbing pain shot through her abdomen again.

“Cut! That’s it, everyone!”

Lucia’s voice echoed through the studio with further instructions, but Chloe could only hear her as if through cotton wool. She was still lying on her back, legs drawn up, trying to breathe evenly.