Written as a commission for Killroy8277. A big thank you to him for the story idea.
A Satisfied Client Starring: Natalie Portman
A shiny black BMW Z4 pulled into a dusty parking lot in the heart of the San Fernando Valley. The front door opened and a freshly buffed pair of expensive looking brogues planted themselves on the floor as big-shot Hollywood agent Joel Myers stepped out of his luxury car. He gazed at the sprawling movie set that stretched off into the distance, fishing a pair of Ray-Ban aviators from his blazer pocket and slipping them on as he began across the lot.
Joel strolled across the set, reeling off smarmy comments and bad jokes to former colleagues as he went.
“Damn, Jen! Did you get a Stairmaster or something? That booty lookin’ fine, woman!”
“Keith! How’s it going, my dude? Get those grass stains out of your pants yet? Don’t worry, I won’t tell your wife.”
“Alysha!” he exclaimed, spotting an African-American producer whose pants he’d been trying to find his way into since the day he met her. “How you doin’, girl?”
Alysha looked up from her clipboard, rolling her eyes as she clocked her addresser.
“Hi, Joel,” she sighed. “How are you?”
“Never better, honey. Never better. Still married?”
“Yep,” she said, flashing him her wedding ring. “Still married.”
“Well, that is a shame. Call me if you ever see sense, won’t you?”
Alysha looked back at him, completely stony faced. “I’m busy, Joel. What do you want?”
“OK, cutting right to the chase. That’s what I like to see. Time is money and all that. I was just wondering if you could point one of those perfectly manicured fingers of yours in the direction of my client’s trailer.”
“Who’s your client?”
Joel chuckled. “‘Who’s my client?’ she asks. The star of the show, my dear. The one, the only Miss Natalie Portman.”
“Natalie’s trailer is over there,” Alysha replied, pointing across the lot.
“Much obliged. And get one of these fine looking PA’s to fetch me a coffee, will you?” said Joel, flashing a sleazy leer at a passing woman over the frames of his Ray-Bans.
“How do you take it?”
“Strong and black, honey. Like my women.” He winked and adjusted his shades. “Catch ya later.”
Joel strolled across to Natalie’s trailer and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came a glum, weary voice from within.
Joel pushed the door open and stepped inside. Natalie Portman was sprawled out on a reclining leather armchair, sipping from a bottle of water.
“Hey, hey. How’s my favourite client?”
“Hi, Joel,” Natalie sighed, her voice rife with exasperation.
“What’s the matter, Nat?” Joel asked, taking a seat opposite his client. “My assistant said you were desperate to speak to me.”
“What’s the matter?! This movie is the project from hell, Joel. That’s what’s the freakin’ matter!”
Joel took a look around the actress’ roomy onset trailer; the luxury living space lavishly adorned and decked out with every conceivable amenity.
“Really?” he asked. “Doesn’t look too bad to me. Nice set. PAs waiting on you hand and foot. You’ve got this big ass trailer. Could be a lot worse.”
“Could it? Yes, this trailer is cushy, the set is nice and the people are lovely. But these scenes are gonna take two days to shoot. Three at most. Then I’m right back out there in the Canadian wilderness. Slurping soup from a Thermos while I freeze my ass off in a tent!”
Joel chuckled. “Oh, come on, Nat. This is a survival picture about a woman trapped out in the Yukon. What were you expecting? A room at The Ritz?!”
“No, but, jeez, I thought these guys would have
some standards,” Natalie whined. “Even a pokey little room in a motel would have been better than nothing. You know there’s bears out there, right? Cougars. All sorts of shit. I didn’t sleep a wink the entire first week. All I could hear was wolves howling away in the distance. I was convinced they were gonna come and tear me to shreds at any second!”
“Natalie, how many times do I have to tell you? Nothing’s gonna happen to you out there. There are teams of hunters on set who have been tasked with keeping you safe.”
“Keeping me safe from bears?! You’ve seen
The Revenant, right? I’ll end up crawling through the snow, eating raw buffalo meat to stay alive! There must be a hotel out there
somewhere they can put me up in. They can fly me out to the middle of nowhere every morning, if that’s where they want me. They’ve got the money. The budget for this movie is through the freakin’ roof!”
“Well, I think they wanted you to get a feel for what that poor woman went through during her ordeal. It’s called method acting, Nat. Daniel Day-Lewis does it all the time and look at him. Oscars up the wazoo.”
“Yes, thank you, Joel,” Natalie snapped, incensed by his patronising tone. “I know what method acting is. And, frankly, I could give a fuck what that woman had to go through.”
Joel was taken aback. This was a side to his client that he had not seen before. He wasn’t the most reputable of characters himself, but even he wouldn’t have dared to utter something so heartless.
“Err...you know she died, right, Nat?”
“Yes, OK, I take that back. It was terrible what happened to that woman, but if you march off into the northern wilderness with nothing but the clothes on your back then you’re asking for it, as far as I’m concerned. And it certainly doesn’t mean I should have to live like an animal for months on end, ‘cause some stupid woman trapsed off on her own and got herself killed! And Oscars? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. You’ve read the script. This movie isn’t even any good! I had more chance of winning for
Attack of the freakin’
Clones than this piece of shit!”
Still a little shocked by Natalie’s coldness and lack of empathy, Joel thought it wise that he change gears before someone overheard her vicious tirade and leaked it to the media. Her acting career would go up in smoke.
“OK, Nat. OK. I can see that you’re stressed. Why don’t I take you out for dinner while you’re still in LA? Somewhere fancy. My treat.”
“Dinner?! Oh, Joel. You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I
mean I’m fucking sick of this shit! I know everyone thinks you’re an asshole, Joel, but you’ve been a good agent over the years, which is why I wanted to tell you first. I’m quitting. I’m walking off this set as soon as you leave and I’m never coming back!”
Joel’s blood ran cold. Up to then he’d been pretty relaxed about the whole situation. Natalie certainly hadn’t been his first client to complain about the conditions on a movie set and he figured she was just blowing off a little steam. But there it was; the dreaded walk off. Or the threat of it, anyway. It was every agent’s worst nightmare. Especially for a project such as this; a high-profile movie about a real life tragedy. It would be a PR disaster. Walking off set like this was career suicide. He wouldn’t be able to book her in a porno movie after this.
Of course, he could drop her as a client should she go through with her threat, and would do without thinking twice. But that wasn’t even the most pressing issue. Joel had learned of the studio’s interest in Natalie for the lead role and had a read of the script. He had to agree that it was weak, but once he’d gotten the lowdown on the project he couldn’t have cared less.
A single mention of the proposed fee for the lead actress and dollar signs were flashing in his eyes. The sum they were floating was simply eye-watering. Eight figures, no less. And his 10% cut of his client’s earnings, would net him a handsome $1million and change should she sign on the dotted line. Though, Natalie wouldn’t receive a cent of that money if she were to leave the project of her own accord, and if she did indeed walk off the set as she’d just suggested, Joel could kiss his million bucks goodbye.
“Look, Nat,” he replied, attempting to reason with her, “I’m sorry that you’re having a hard time. Truly, I am. But you can’t just walk off the set of a movie. There are people that are relying on you. Think of all those reels they’ve already shot. Utterly wasted. And need I remind you about the pay?”
“I don’t give a fuck about the pay, Joel. Or the amount of time and money these fuckers will have wasted. They’ve put me through hell. They deserve everything they get!”
Joel was starting to panic. He could see his million dollar cut slipping away. It was like someone had opened a briefcase full of cash in front of his eyes then tossed it straight into an incinerator.
“Natalie, I didn’t want to say this, but you’re not gonna be the only person who’s gonna be losing out here. I know, what’s a few million to you, right? You’re worth that a hundred times over already. But I’m not. A million bucks is a lot of money to me. Me and Sarah have been looking at a new house in Beverly Hills. She’s fallen in love with the place, Nat. How am I gonna tell her that I can’t afford it anymore? She’ll be devastated.”
“Ah, so
that’s all this is,” Natalie grinned in response. “You couldn’t care less about me. You’re just thinking about your goddamn commission! Typical. You freakin’ agents are all the same. And don’t use your wife to try and guilt trip me, Joel.
You didn’t look very guilty that time I walked in you getting a blowjob from a hooker under your desk! I’d imagine Sarah would be pretty devastated about that too. Look, Joel, I get that you want that money, but if you want me to stay on this piece of shit of a movie you’re gonna have to make it worth my while.”
“OK. How?”
A wily grin stretched across Natalie’s gorgeous features, so impish and downright mischievous it could put the Cheshire cat to shame. “Well, Joel, I’ve got just the thing.”
*
Natalie Portman gazed out the window of the shiny Uber car that had come to collect her, watching as it sped past building after building, leaving an assortment of mills and factories in the dust. The further she travelled the more sparse the buildings became, the structures soon separated by yards of barren field. When she finally reached her destination, Natalie found herself in what she’d term ‘the asshole of nowhere’; some backwater shithole right out in the boonies.
Stepping out of the car, she surveyed her surroundings. A tall, imposing, and distinctly rundown old warehouse was all that could be seen for miles around. Her agent, Joel, hadn’t specified what her destination was going to be, but by process of elimination, this had to be it. The driver changed gear and the car pulled away, leaving her stranded in this desolate wasteland. All alone, a million miles from nowhere.
Natalie began across the vast, rubbly parking lot, quite unaware of what was awaiting her in the partially dilapidated building looming large in the distance. Whether Joel had filled her request, or if he had just chosen this empty landscape to bump off a problematic client, she was truly none the wiser. But either way, butterflies were swarming in her belly, her heart hammering away in her chest. Was it excitement? Nerves? Fear? She honestly couldn't tell, but one thing was for sure; the sensations were only growing stronger as she crossed the vacant lot.
Dolled to the nines and dressed to impress, Natalie herself was a striking contrast to her grim surroundings. She’d spent half the day choosing her outfit, finally landing upon a short black designer dress that she’d once worn to a premiere. The expensive garment clung to her body like a second skin; hugging her shapely butt, assisting her modest, though gloriously perky cleavage, and revealing every inch of her long, silky smooth legs along the way. Her glossy, chestnut brown locks were cropped just above her shoulders and her face had been flawlessly made up with all manner of priceless cosmetics.
By the time she reached the door, her hand was trembling, so much so that she could barely push it open. The door appeared to have been opened a grand total of three times in the past ten years and required a good deal of elbow grease to budge it a single inch. Unsure if a band of Armani models, some kind of gang or a team of hitmen were waiting for her on the inside, Natalie put her back into it, the door squeaking slowly open.
Once she caught sight of the awaiting parties, Natalie was still a little in the dark. As far as she could tell, the men gathered in the rundown warehouse could have been pooled from any one of these groups and more. There were five of them in total, gathered in a pack beside a large white ottoman. To say they were ragtag bunch would be putting it lightly. In fact, each man was about as different in appearance from the one that preceded him as could possibly be imagined. All were wearing jeans of various colour and design, showcasing a multitude of wildly differing physiques.
Devontae was a young black man of average height and wiry build. He had the look of an inner city gang member. Long dreadlocks spilled over his shoulders, his milk chocolate skin marked with a plethora of tattoos and when he smiled at the approaching Natalie he revealed a shiny golden grill that sparkled in the overhead lights. Beside him was another black guy; a darker, taller and more muscular man named Chris. He was of a cleaner cut than his Nubain chum; his handsome face well groomed and neatly shaven from his chiseled jawline to his shiny, bald dome.
Julio, a young Hispanic man, was just as attractive, though the stylized ink covering nigh on every inch of his skin gave him an intense, almost sinister bearing, that in different circumstances would have seen Natalie clutching her handbag for dear life and sprinting for the safety of the nearest police officer. Josh, a white guy of about 20, had the typical boy-next-door kind of look; shimmering blue eyes, thick brown hair carefully parted. He was comfortably the slenderest of the bunch; the young man looking to be a missed breakfast away from keeling over on the warehouse floor.
In stark contrast to him was Eric; an aging biker type with long, receding hair, a wild, unkempt beard and a face only his mother and horror aficionados could love. Faded tattoos lined his arms, while the rest of his body appeared to have long since succumbed to the ravages of time, heavy drinking and a poor diet. Large, doughy man breasts gave way to a heavy, sagging gut that hung over the waistband of his jeans.
The vast array of skin tones, hairstyles and body shapes on display really did make for quite the spectacle. However, to Natalie all the preceding information was wholly immaterial. Quite frankly, she couldn’t have cared less if each man had the build of an NFL linebacker or the looks of a British Bulldog. All she was interested in was what they looked like below the belt, and if the hefty lumps bulging in their jeans were anything to go by, she wasn’t to be disappointed.
“Hey, guys,” said Natalie, grinning coquettishly, her expensive heels clacking on the warehouse floor.
“Hi, Miss Portman,” Josh replied, his courteousness and impeccable manners only serving to bolster his boy-next-door stereotype.
Chris greeted her in a similarly warm manner, while the remaining three offered a low, husky grunt and nothing more.
“How are you all?” Natalie asked, approaching the assembled men and slotting in between Chris and Eric.
“Better now we’re in the company of a beautiful lady,” said Chris, his deep, bassen tones sending her heart a flutter. He took her hand and kissed it. “Doesn’t she look great, fellas?”
Holding her dainty paw in his, he encouraged her to do a little twirl for the surrounding men.
“Fantastic!” said Josh, eyes lit up as he gazed at her body.
“Look at these beautiful eyes,” said Chris, staring into her hazelnut peepers, dark fingers rested under her chin.
“Great fuckin’ ass, too!” Eric declared, gripping a handful of butt cheek through the fabric of her expensive dress.
Before she knew it, eager hands were groping her from every direction; squeezing her ass and cupping her perky breasts. And Natalie was more than happy to reciprocate, her own dainty paws quickly finding the two nearest bulges and giving them an excited stroke. Chris leaned in and pressed his thick lips against hers, tongues writhing as he kissed her deeply. Natalie tossed her clutch bag aside and swathed his face with her hands, caressing his night-black flesh as they made out.
The handling got rougher and Devontae gripped a handful of her glossy brown hair, pulling her towards him and sticking his tongue straight down her throat. Eric drew a hand back behind her, his fingers cutting through the air as he brought it forward, landing a firm, hard smack upon her supple rear.
“Mmm!” Natalie groaned, her voice muffled by the full, dark lips locked against her own.
Soon, hands were grabbing at her wrists and pulling her paws to one swelling lump after another; each crotchal bulge bigger and harder than the one that preceded it. She turned to Josh and kissed him passionately, a hand stroking his baby-smooth cheek as they chewed each other’s faces off. Then, as hands continued to grope and squeeze, slap and smack at her slender frame, Natalie heard the jingling of a belt buckle and the unmistakable sound of a fly unzipping.
She reached down instinctively and gripped Chris’ cock, shivering at the turgid feel of his massive uncaged beast. Relinquishing Josh’s lips, she turned to the man in front of her, bending at the hips and lowering her head towards his full, jutting groin. Chris’ rock hard cock pointed at her gawking face; his jet black rod coiled with thick, prominent veins, a glob of precum already pooling in the wide open tip.
Natalie placed her hands on his hips, shooting out her tongue and lapping at the drooling slit. Zips were lowered and more dicks were freed, the actress locating them with her hands and starting to stroke. Every piece of meat on display was as varied as the guys they were attached to. Josh and Devontae’s dicks were long and slender, mirroring their slighter frames, while Eric’s, much like the man himself, was immensely fat; the biker’s dong as thick as a baseball bat.
Her lips trailed along Chris’ thick black shaft, roaming across every throbbing vein and pulsing capillary, her skilled tongue lapping tenderly at the underside. It was easily the thickest cock she’d ever sucked and already its unfathomable girth was stretching her mouth to its limits.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” he encouraged, smiling down at her as she tended to his meat. “Suck that big, fat dick!”
Hands clawed and smacked at her ass as she worked Chris’ pole. Then, she felt someone lift up the hem of her dress and tug down her panties, exposing her moist slit to the air. A few excited fingers went straight for it; rubbing across her slickened labia and sinking inside of her, probing her sopping wet box. Though this was short lived and one by one the fingers retracted, clearing her pussy for entry. Eric gripped her ass with a strong, callused hand, the other wielding his meat like a club as he rubbed the head against her quim. A slight push and he slipped it inside, his girthy member stretching her cunt right off the bat.
“Shit, that’s a tight pussy!” he exclaimed, slowly moving his hips as he worked his dick inside.
Natalie mewled around the cock engorged in her mouth as Eric began to thrust, guiding his dong back and forth in her snatch. He quickly gathered pace, pounding her harder and deeper with every motion. Natalie’s lips roamed up and down Chris’ long black rod, soaking it in saliva, gazing up at him as she neared the base.
“Yeah, come on, baby,” he said, eyes locked together as she swallowed his prick. “Right to the balls.”
Soft, manicured hands released the two dicks they were previously jerking and came to rest on Chris’ sturdy, dark hips. Well-kept nails dug into his flesh as she went for the final push, her cute button nose nestling in his well-groomed pubic batch as she took him to the hilt.
“Oh, shit!” he groaned, as Natalie’s plump pink lips puckered at his groin, her slick, warm drool bathing his shaft.
Keeping his dick between her lips for as long as the actress could hold it, he finally retrieved, his girthy member retracting in a wave of spittle. He stepped away and Julio was quick to replace him, gripping his pole and sinking it into Natalie’s maw, skewering her slender frame like a piece of meat.
“Hmpf!” she exclaimed, eyes bulging as his long, veiny penis was thrust between her lips, more than half of its immense length buried in her drooling trap.
While Chris had been happy for Natalie to take the initiative, his Latin counterpart was having none of that. He scooped a pawful of Natalie’s hair, gripping it in his tattooed knuckles as he started to thrust. By now, Natalie was getting thoroughly worked over from both ends. Eric had a hold of her hips, his chunky thighs clattering against hers, swollen bellend mining deep into her snug pink cooze as he pounded her from behind.
Hands returned to the two closest pricks and clutched them tightly, the gorgeous brunette stroking each pulsing tube at optimum speed and with expert precision. Julio tugged at her hair like a set of reigns, angling her head upwards as he sawed his dick between her lips. His twitching head tunneled deep into her oral cavity, leaking its goo as it invaded her throat.
* GAK * GURK * URK * came the sounds from Natalie’s maw as her face was fucked, drool raining from Julio’s shaft each time he drew back, thick drops of the stuff dripping from her chin and soaking her jiggling bust. Tears trickled from her eyes, leaving long streaks of mascara across her powdered cheeks, Julio’s wet balls slapping against her throat as he bucked into her face.
Meanwhile Eric’s head journeyed deeper and deeper, the bulbous pink crown soon bothering her g-spot and making her moan with every stroke. Her cock-filled hands ceased their dextrous jerking, the brown-haired starlet gripping onto both poles for dear life as Eric’s monstrous wang ignited a fiery orgasm- what she hoped would be first of many- that rumbled through her frame like an earthquake.
“MMM!” she groaned around Julio’s cock as he continued to thrust, plunging his mushroom head deeper into her gullet with each motion.
Natalie pushed against his meaty things, ejecting his schlong in a spray of spit.
“Wow!” she panted, sucking in lungfuls of air as she looked around the encircled men. “You boys are off to a good start!”
“Come on, fellas,” said Chris. “Let’s get the lady a little more comfortable.”
He took Natalie by the hand and led her over to the ottoman. Josh was already there waiting for her, his scrawny frame laid out across the comfy surface, cock towering from his crotch like a skyscraper. Natalie approached the leather furniture, pulled her dress up over her head and climbed aboard. Resting her knees either side of Josh’s skinny form, she straddled his jutting groin. She reached down and gripped his pole, teasing the head briefly with her sticky, wet lips before feeding it inside.
“Ahhh!” she hissed as it entered.
Her pussy sunk to the hilt, Josh’s slender, through incredibly lengthy pole piercing her insides. Gripping two handfuls of her shapely, round cheeks, he gleefully spread them open; parting them like the Red Sea in wait of the third party. Devontae stepped up, pointing his long black rod at her winking butthole and guiding it in.
“Oh, FUCK!” Natalie cooed, eyes widening as a second meaty spear was thrust up inside her.
The three remaining men climbed up onto the ottoman and gathered before her, grinning down at her sandwiched frame as three impossibly large pricks pointed at her like arrows. She took hold of Chris and Julio, pulling their prongs with smooth, seamless strokes. Gazing up at him with her smouldering brown eyes, she parted her lips for Eric; the actress treated to the sugary, sweet taste of her vagina as he gripped his rod and steered it in.
A rough hand rested at the back of her crown, nut brown locks flowing through his chunky fingers as he guided her head back and forth, lips sliding along his pole. Before long, cocks were sinking into her slender body from all directions, a trio of heads boring into her cavities in perfect synchronicity.
Devontae’s long dark prick probed deep into her rectum, the wiry, young black man interspersing his hard thrusts with occasional spanks of her supple ass, the cheeks burning redder with each forceful strike. Josh’s crown, like Eric’s before it, was probing Natalie’s g-spot with each snap of his thin, bony hips. While Eric’s own bulbous pink helmet mined into the darkest reaches of her esophagus, making her gag and cough around its monstrous girth as it lodged in her throat.
A fantasy she’d long held but never before indulged in, Natalie’s debut gangbang was everything she’d hoped it would be and more. The rich, manly musk; the sweat-soaked skin; the loud smacking together of bodies; the deep, animalistic grunts; the raw, unbridled intensity- everything about it appealed to her baser urges and made her yearn for more.
And the guys were happy to give it to her. Lengthy prongs were driven to the hilt in all three of her holes, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her body. It wasn’t long before they’d made her cum once more; a rapturous orgasm tearing through her frame and shaking the actress to her very core as she was taken from all angles.
Dicks throbbing and balls bulging, Eric and Devontae quickly withdrew. Julio had assumed the position on the leather ottoman and Natalie rolled straight from Josh and onto him, backing up her peachy ass as she mounted his muscled form. Julio pointed his light brown dong at her bleached anus and pushed, hollering in Spanish as the ultra-tight hole hugged his bulging crown.
“Ay! Mierda!” he yelled, his outburst quickly followed by a similar sound in English from his female counterpart as his girthy pole stretched her puckered sphincter.
Natalie began to hop and bounce atop his chiseled frame, working her snug pink anus up and down his rod with consummate ease- no small feat on account of his size. Soon she was riding him like a bucking bronco, her pale ass cheeks bouncing off his abs as she straddled his muscled form. Sinking to the base one last time, Natalie laid back atop his shredded torso, his thick, tattooed arms wrapping around her and hugging her close as Chris stepped up to the plate, long flesh bat primed and ready to swing.
“Mmm, yeah! Come on,” she purred, licking her lips as she eyed his coal-dark beast. “Fill me up!”
And fill her he did. In fact, Chris’ thick black wang stuffed her slender body to the gills, burrowing into her deepest recesses right from the off. Before she knew it, Chris and Julio were going at her with little restraint; cocks of wildly contrasting skin tone mining deep into both passages. Josh climbed back up onto the ottoman and stood beside her, stroking his dong as Natalie wrapped her lips around one of his balls and started sucking. Her hand reached out and found yet another cock, Devontae’s long brown pole twitching in her silken paw as she started to jerk.
Natalie was on cloud nine. Every joint thrust of Chris and Julio’s giant rods hit her innermost spots, making her tremble all over and groan around the pair of spunk-filled balls churning between her lips. In practically no time at all, Natalie found herself on the verge of another orgasm; a runaway freight train that chugged through her system, stopping at every nerve and fibre along the way.
Chris, who had delved out more at this stage in his existence than he cared to remember, knew all the tells of impending climax like the back of his hand, and as Natalie’s body quivered, her face screwed in a fit of lust, he knew full well that yet another was on its way. He retrieved his dong from the depths of her vagina, but was unable to (or simply chose not to) retreat from the line of fire before a mighty blast of girlcum gushed from her pulsing cooch, drenching his tar-black torso in a deluge of sticky, warm fluid.
“AHHHH!!!” Natalie shrieked as she came, emitting further sprays of spunk from her urethra as Julio continued to hammer away at her asshole.
With her pussy now vacated, Devontae was quick to seize upon it; the inked up black man, burying his cock in her still spasming cooch and pounding away until his heart's content. Eric replaced him at her side and gripped the back of her head, practically forcing her smeared pink lips down his impressive length. Soon, cocks were throbbing and swelling in her ass and cunt alike, another pumping between her lips and against her tongue, while a fourth trembled in her hand as she beat it off.
“Ready to cum, aren’t you, boys?” she asked, pushing against Eric’s meaty thighs to free herself from his grasp.
There were groans of affirmation from every direction, some of the guys going at her even harder in an effort to do just that.
“Come on then,” Natalie purred, grinning excitedly at the promise of their loads. “Do it. Gimme all that spunk!”
Eric quickly filled her mouth once more, gripping handfuls of her hair as he sawed his dong between her pouty lips. Devontae and Julio bucked like mad men at her luscious, toned form, emitting equally deafening cries as they yielded to her demands and finally unleashed. Twin gouts spurted from their slits, flooding her pussy and rectum alike with a tidal wave of piping hot jism; the gorgeous brunette pumped to near bursting point with ounce after ounce of gloopy, potent seed.
Eric was next to cum, and he buried himself to the hilt in Natalie’s mouth, sopping wet balls squishing against her throat as he emptied them inside her, spraying copiously into her guts. Once the three men had finally stopped spewing, Natalie was quickly evacuated, the remaining two helping her weary frame from the now squirt-drenched ottoman and down onto the floor. Josh and Chris stood before her, winking slits pointing at her face as they beat themselves off.
“Yes! Give it to me, boys!” Natalie cooed in anticipation, fondling both swinging nutsacks as she awaited their loads. “Hose me down with your burning hot seed!”
The lewd dirty talk spewing from between her lips was the final trigger, pushing both men over the edge and coaxing a pair of violent cumshots that erupted from their private parts like Mount Vesuvius, drenching her face and chest in an ungodly volume of seering, off-white splooge.
“Mmm, not bad, boys,” said Natalie, grasping both poles and sucking the last few clinging droplets from each twitching head. Spunk dripped down her face and across her perky boobs, while more still seeped from her still stretched out cunt and asshole. “You’ve certainly made a good start. But don’t go anywhere,” she added, a wicked grin stretching across her cum-soaked features. “I’m not done with you yet!”
*
Natalie Portman was wedged between Eric and Chris’ bodies like the meat in a sandwich, held aloft in midair as they tossed her up and down, piercing her time and again on nearly two feet of fat, veiny schlong. The others pulled their pricks as they watched on from the sidelines, either awaiting their next turn or panting heavily as they recovered from the last one.
How long the men had been going at her, Natalie wasn’t quite sure. At least an hour. Maybe two. But however long it had been, the actress’ band of studs had given her quite the going over; passing her sumptuous MILF form from one pair to another, stuffing her full and fucking her senesless, moulding her body into shapes and positions that would make even the most supple of Olympic gymnasts cry out in agony. Her orgasm tally had run way into the double figures, the brown-haired beauty marking each tumultuous climax with strings of cusses and loud cries of pleasure that echoed across the warehouse from one end to the other.
Impaled on their cocks one final time, Natalie came once more. Looking to the heavens, she emitted a deafening shriek as yet another thunderous orgasm shook the Israeli-born actress to her very core. Still tingling from her latest climax and looking like she'd been well and truly put through her paces, Natalie’s trembling form was lowered to the warehouse floor. Dried rivers of mascara trailed across her cheeks. False eyelashes clung to various parts of her face. Strands of hair were plastered to her skin with a cocktail of sweat, spit and semen, the remains of her expensive ‘do densley matted and wildly disheveled. Sweat shone across every inch of her body. Her ass was red raw from countless hearty and merciless smacks. She’d been used, misused and thoroughly abused. And she wasn’t done yet.
Settling her knees on the dusty, cold ground, the men quickly ringed her. Devontae gripped pawfuls of her tangled brown hair and plunged his cock into her mouth, sinking it to the base on the very first pass. Natalie reached up and gripped two others, jerking vigorously as Devontae slammed his skinny pelvis into her face. His swollen brown bellend soared down her throat at full throttle, every thrust as deep and far reaching as it was hard and ruthless. Time and again her nose disappeared into his bush of pubes, his thick, wiry hairs drenched in sweat and soaked with saliva.
Devontae retracted and someone else (quite who, she didn’t know or particularly care) entered, hammering away at her oral cavity with equal, or perhaps even greater vigour, his heavy, spit-soaked balls slapping repeatedly against her very much occupied throat. Once every man had taken a turn, someone tugged at her sweaty locks, pulling her head back so she was staring at the ceiling. Or, more acutely, at the four fat cocks clasped at the base above her. Then, before she had a chance to brace herself for impact, all four dongs were smacked against her face, sending tiny splashes of spit and precum splattering across her skin as a platoon of shiny, round helmets rebounded off her gorgeous features.
While the others had been playing her face like a skin-toned snare drum, Julio had taken up position on the futon, his supine form and huge, towering cock revealed to her as the men dispersed. Needing (or wanting) no time to recover, Natalie strutted across and mounted his inked up frame.
Gripping an ass cheek with his vacant hand, Julio guided his cock towards her anal ring with the other, grunting deeply as he pushed it in. Encircled by the remaining quartet, thick, veiny prongs were trained on her slender form from every conceivable angle, jostling for position before her greedy mouth. Natalie looked up at Chris and Devontae positioned before her, licking her lips as she eyed their chocolate dongs.
“Hmm, which one do I pick?” she said, eyes lit up as she considered each one in turn.
“How about both?” Chris suggested, white teeth sparkling as he returned a confident grin.
“Good idea,” Natalie replied, parting her lips in wait of their cocks.
Poles clasped at the root, the two men steered them forward; the meaty black cocks crossing at mid-shaft as they were thrust into her gaping maw.
“MMM-GAH!” Natalie groaned around the pair of wangs, their combined girth stretching her lips to near rupturing point as the double barrelled dongs throbbed In her drooling mouth.
Her skilled tongue lapped at any stretch of jet-black meat the somewhat limited space would allow, swollen heads prodding at her cheeks and stuffing her face like a squirrel with a nut. Words of astonishment and awe were swapped back and forth by the surrounding men. But they hadn’t seen anything yet, and if taking two cocks in her mouth wasn’t impressive enough, they were treated to one hell of a show as Josh pressed his bulging head up against Natalie’s already very full anus and pushed it inside.
“URGGHHH! SHIIITTT!!!” she yelled, ejecting both of the coal-dark wangs in a single motion as a second meaty cock was sunk into her rectum.
Chris and Devontae parted and Eric slid in between them. Gripping Natalie’s hair in two thick clumps, he plunged into her mouth, fucking her face at a furious rate. Julio and Josh pounded away in flawless unison, their twin round heads mining deep into her stretched out rectum with each joint thrust. Cumming again in a matter of moments, Natalie’s body shuddered from head to foot, all manner of shrill, ear-splitting noises muffled by the dick in her mouth as another mind-numbing climax ravaged her gorgeous frame.
Already in position before the previous parties had even withdrawn, Chris’ chiseled, dark form sprawled out across the ottoman. Barely having to move from one supine torso to the next, Natalie sunk her expensive heels into the leather, perching atop Chris’ night-black rod and lowering herself onto it. She’d taken so many dicks up her ass by this stage that it slipped in with ease, the thick chocolate wang soon followed by another as Devontae knelt before her and thrust inside, packing her booty to the brim.
“OH, SWEET JESUS!” she screamed, eyes nearly popping out of her skull as the dark dual dongs were buried inside her.
But the guys weren’t finished yet, and no sooner was a second cock sunk into her cavities, was a third added to the mix. Gripping Natalie’s ankles and pushing her legs back as far as they’d go, Josh made room for his own skinny frame, sliding in front of Devontae and filling her vacant hole.
“AHHHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!”
Natalie was once again overcome by the all-consuming ravages of orgasm as no fewer than three fat, meaty cocks were stuffed into her body. Julio gripped the back of her head, turning her towards him before promptly adding a fourth. Not wanting Eric to feel left out, Natalie reached up and clutched his girthy pole, jerking it with seasoned dexterity. There wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver, but the guys went at Natalie’s luscious form with as much force as their restricted movement would permit, hollering unbelieving swears and words of encouragement from all around her plugged up frame.
“You like that shit, baby?” asked Devontae, through gritted, grill-covered teeth.
“YUSSSS!” Natalie shrieked, the girthy wang boring into her chest suppressing any eloquence she might have otherwise had.
“Tell me, bitch!” he sneered, Julio’s dick slipping from between her lips as he gripped her hair and tugged at it viciously. “Tell me how much you like it!”
“I love it! I love your fucking cocks! Don't stop fucking me! FUUUU-” she screamed, her final outburst cut short as Julio stuffed his prick back into her mouth, sealing her shut once more.
Dicks thrust into every orifice, each meaty spear burrowing further into her toned MILF form than the last. The ottoman shook and trembled beneath them; the expensive furniture creaking like it could collapse at any second. And every soul on board was groaning along with it, the grunts and swears of all six parties merging with the smacking together of bodies and carrying into the bowels of the empty warehouse. Every frame was drenched in sweat, streaked in semen or soaked in squirt juice. Tits jiggled. Balls swung back and forth. Hands stroked shafts and gripped handfuls of hair.
Julio’s olive-toned cock sunk time and again into her gurgling, gargling throat. Josh’s head hit her g-spot with each unwavering plunge. Chris and Devontae throbbed in her rectum, stretching her sphincter like it was made of elastic. Noises of every type, pitch and volume passed through Natalie’s lips- screams, squeals; growls, grunts- the brown-haired actress showcasing a mightily impressive range as her sumptuous body was savaged six ways from Sunday.
Orgasms came and went, each passing climax arriving quicker and hitting harder than any that came before. And soon it wasn’t just Natalie who was gearing up to a violent, earth-shattering orgasm. The fiery throes of iminent climax hit all five men in a mass wave and as they pumped away at Natalie’s holes and basked in the divine embrace of her hand or mouth, each of them made his need for release well and truly known.
“Oh, jeez! I’m gonna cum!” Josh whimpered, face screwing helplessly as he plunged into Natalie’s cooch.
“Fuck! Me too!” Eric barked, cock pulsing in her mit as she furiously beat it off.
Julio, on the other hand, offered no such verbal warning of his impending ejaculation, and simply pinned Natalie’s head to his crotch, delighting in the feel of her tight, milking gullet. Grunting deeply, he let loose; dumping a creamy, thick wad right into the pit of her belly. The boiling cum churned in her tummy, warming her from within as it sloshed about inside. Swiftly retracting from both ends of her body, the final four formed a semi-circle on the warehouse floor. Hopping down from the ottoman in excitement, Natalie knelt before the half-ring of studs, fondling pairs of soon to emptied balls as she enticed them towards eruption.
“Cum for me, boys!” Natalie purred, the longing for their loads evident in her voice. “Drench me! Cover me with your fucking cum!”
Josh and Chris went off first, blasting equally thick wads that splattered across each cheek, drenching them a murky white and streaking her already messy nut-brown locks. Tugging at his prick as he positioned himself behind, Eric was next to unleash. Dumping an impossibly thick, slimy and copious load on top of her head, his gooey spunk clung to her hair in great globs that wobbled on her sweaty scalp like jello on a plate.
Four down, one to go. Face and head already thoroughly streaked in semen, Natalie stared forward at the final fat prick, throbbing and winking and spasming before her. A ticking time bomb, just itching to detonate.
“You want this nut, bitch?” asked Devontae, hand roaming up and down his schlong at a mile a minute.
“YES! Come on, baby!” she cooed, rolling Devontae’s huge black hangers around in her soft palm. “Empty these balls for me! Soak me with your splooge!”
No further encouragement was needed, and Devontae beat his thick, dark meat at a frankly alarming rate. Natalie lapped at his head, licking up drops of appetizing jou, before the delicious main course hit her with uncontrolled force. A little unprepared for such a potent blast, the actress flinched as a fourth load, quite possibly the gloopiest, gooiest and most powerful of the bunch, struck her full in the face, glazing her like a Christmas ham. Cum splattered across her mouth, nose and eyes in equal measure, the burning seed nearly scolding her glowing skin.
“MMM! YES! That’s it!” Natalie exclaimed, gazing up at the men with a look of unbridled joy and unclouded serenity. Or at least they thought that’s what it was. She had so much cum on her face that expressions were a little hard to discern. “That’s what I fucking wanted!”
As the men stepped away and searched for their discarded jeans, a loud buzz hummed against the warehouse floor, rising above the rustling of denim and clinking of belt buckles.
“I think you’ve got a text, Miss Portman,” said Josh, gathering her phone from the spilled contents of her clutch bag and presenting it to the actress.
“Thank you,” she replied, taking it in her still quivering hands and wiping the cum from her eyes so she could see the screen.
She did indeed have a new message. From her agent, no less. Sucking up the cum from her manicured finger, she swiped at the screen and opened it up.
Hey, Nat. You should be finishing up right about now, hmm? Hope it was everything you wanted it to be. Now you can return to the Yukon with your wildest dreams and most obscene fantasies fulfilled. And, remember, there’s another one for you if you win that Oscar. Hmm, she thought, locking her phone and setting it down on the warehouse floor, cum still slopping down her face and warming her silky skin,
now there’s
an incentive.
END
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