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Stories & Art => Celebrity Stories => Actors & Actresses => Topic started by: MourningSun on January 02, 2026, 04:33:00 PM
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Disclaimer - It goes without saying that this is all fantasy.
MF, Oral
Into the Thick of It
"Hey, babe." Sydney sighed, drumming her manicured nails against the steering wheel as her Bronco crawled through LA traffic. The late afternoon sun gleamed off her platinum blonde hair—freshly touched up for the Euphoria reshoots. "No, I’m serious, like… where are they hiding the guys who actually know how to fuck? Every time I open my IG, it’s either gym bros, Ballers, or soccer players that want a pump and dump or finance dudes who treat foreplay like a quarterly report—ugh!"
Her friend Danielle's laughter crackled through the car speakers. "Maybe audition them like a script? Cold reads in your bedroom?"
Sydney adjusted her oversized sunglasses, catching her own pout in the rearview mirror. "At this point, I'd settle for a guy who doesn't treat my clit like the 'skip intro' button on Netflix." The Porsche lurched forward six inches in traffic, matching her frustration. She tapped the dashboard absently, her mind drifting to last week's disastrous hookup with the Warner Bros exec—all Rolex and no rhythm.
"Aren't you going to Canada next week? Maybe you'll find a nice big piece of Canadian maple to play with," Danielle giggled, the sound muffled by traffic as Sydney's Bronco crawled past a billboard for The Housemaid—her own face staring back at her in some dramatic scene that suddenly felt painfully ironic given her current predicament.
She groaned, shifting in the driver's seat as she felt the familiar throb between her legs—part frustration, part pent-up need that no vibrator could adequately address. "Dan, Canadian men are just polite Americans with free healthcare," she muttered, tapping her French-tipped nails against the wheel. "Besides, I'm going to be stuck in the woods most of the time, anyway."
The line crackled with Danielle’s snort. "So? You're telling me you've never fantasized about getting railed against a tree by some flannel-wearing lumberjack with a massive log?"
"That would be nice, honestly," Sydney admitted, adjusting the AC vent toward her flushed face. The traffic had ground to a complete halt—some accident ahead, judging by the distant flash of red lights. Her fingers tightened around the wheel, manicured nails leaving crescent indents in the leather. "Be better than the last guy I hooked up with. He was hung like a twig."
Danielle's laughter crackled through the speakers. "Lemme guess—another studio douchebag?"
Sydney rolled her eyes so hard her head tilted back against the seat. "If only his dick had been the size of his ego..." she laughed, shifting her thighs together beneath the steering wheel. The traffic had become a parking lot now. A horn blared somewhere ahead—useless, angry. She drummed her fingers against her bare knee, the hem of her sundress riding higher with restless movement.
"Okay, wait—" Danielle's voice pitched with sudden excitement. "What about that stuntman you worked with last month? The one who broke the fucking bed in Albuquerque?" Sydney bit her lip at the memory—the way the hotel headboard had cracked against the wall like gunshots during their second round.
"Married with kids. He felt really guilty after that night," Sydney groaned, watching a sweat-stained cyclist weave between cars ahead. Her toes curled in her Gucci slides—another pointless purchase from a bored afternoon shopping with too much time and too little satisfaction. The AC hummed, but did nothing to ease the heat prickling under her silk dress.
Danielle's gasp was pure theatrics. "Wait—are you telling me Sydney 'Chaos Agent' Sweeney is actually picky?"
"Not picky. I want a guy with big hands, big feet, and a big dick that can get me off." Sydney laughed merrily, adjusting her sunglasses as traffic finally lurched forward—only to stop again twenty feet later.
"Who knows what Canada will bring, Syd." Danielle chuckled.
"I'm not holding my breath."
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Two weeks later, her worst fears had been confirmed. Canada had been a bust.
Sure, the scenery was breathtaking, the air crisp and clean, but the men? Not so much.
During a day off from filming, she decided to take a walk through the dense forest surrounding them. As she wandered deeper into the woods, Sydney sighed, kicking a small rock with the toe of her boot. The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound besides the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustling of some small animal.
As she wandered deeper into the woods, she heard the sound of someone chopping wood. Curiosity getting the better of her, she followed the sound until she came upon a tall, dark-haired, muscular man with an axe in his hands, chopping away at an enormous tree. She was immediately drawn to his rugged good looks and the raw power he exuded as he swung the axe with precision and strength.
Without a second thought, she approached him, her heart racing with anticipation. "Hello," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the sound of the axe hitting the wood. The man turned to her, sweat dripping from his brow, his chest heaving from the exertion. He smiled at her, revealing a set of perfect white teeth.
"Hello there," he said, his accented voice deep and husky. He wiped his brow with the back of his arm, revealing defined muscles in his shoulders. "Are you lost? Do you need any help?"
Sydney felt her heart skip a beat as she looked into his deep blue eyes. "No, I'm not lost," she replied, taking a step closer. "I was just taking a walk, enjoying the fresh air."
"You should be careful around here, Miss." The man smiled softly, "We have grizzlies around these parts that aren't shy of humans."
"Oh, really?" Sydney asked, her eyes widening in feigned surprise. "Well, thank you for the warning." She took a step closer to him, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. He was tall—much taller than she expected—and his broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his flannel shirt. Here was a man, a real man, who worked with his hands and didn't waste time on pretences. And what big hands he had! She found herself wondering if the rest of him matched that scale.
"My name is Jacob." he said, setting the axe down against the stump. The way his calloused fingers wrapped around the handle made Sydney's breath hitch a little. Even in her wildest fantasies, she hadn't imagined hands like that—broad palms, thick fingers with dirt under the nails, veins standing out along the backs. Hands that could pin her wrists above her head without straining. Hands that could—God, to feel them around her waist.
And no Wedding ring either.
"Jacob," she repeated, liking how the name rolled off her tongue—rough and masculine, just like him. She extended her hand. "Sydney." His grip engulfed hers, palm rough against her soft skin, sending a jolt up her arm and straight to her core. She felt her panties dampen instantly from just that simple contact.
"You must be out here a lot being a lumberjack," she said, stepping closer—close enough to smell the pine sap and sweat on his skin.
Jacob grinned, showing off a set of perfect white teeth. "Well, I cut down trees for a living." He gestured to the massive tree behind him, its trunk almost as wide as his shoulders. "This one's been giving me trouble for a while now." He wiped his brow again, the sweat trickling down his muscular chest. "But I think I've got it beat."
Sydney smiled at his self-assurance. "You must be strong," she said softly, glancing at his broad shoulders and powerful arms. "It's impressive what you do, being out here, in nature."
Jacob blushed slightly, ducking his head modestly. "Well, it's just my trade. I've been doing it all my life." He gestured to his well-worn boots and sturdy clothes. "It's not always easy, but I love it."
"You must miss home, being out here," she said, trying to make conversation. "I mean, you must not get to see your family and friends very often."
Jacob shrugged. "Well, it's not easy, that's for sure. But I have my own little cabin not too far from here. I go back there whenever I can. And besides, I've got my trusty old axe, and plenty of firewood to keep me warm." He grinned, revealing those perfect white teeth again. "What about you, Sydney?" his accent pronouncing the end of her name with a lilting roll that had her shiver with desire.
"Oh, well..." Sydney hesitated, not quite sure how to explain her situation without appearing conceited. "I'm actually just visiting the area. I'm here to film a movie. We've been staying in this big, fancy hotel, but I just needed a break from all the chaos." She smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious admitting that to him. "I mean, it's not nearly as peaceful as it is here."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "A movie, you say? Well, that's quite interesting." He glanced at her, taking in her well-dressed figure and beautiful features. "What kind of movie are you making?"
"Oh, it's just a small independent film," Sydney replied, feeling a bit self-conscious, despite her attraction to him. "It's about a woman who goes on a journey of self-discovery in the woods." She paused, glancing at Jacob's rugged frame. "Ironic, I know."
Jacob chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sounds like you're livin' the plot." His eyes lingered on her, and she felt a little thrill at the way he didn't try to hide his appreciation.
"You know, it's funny. I never would have thought I'd find someone like you out here," she said.
Jacob grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Someone like me?"
"Well, yes," she said, a bit breathless. "You're so strong and rugged. Usually, Lumberjacks are older guys with missing hair, teeth, and beer guts." She hesitated, feeling a sudden bravery. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like you."
Jacob's face flushed crimson. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his obvious attraction to her. "Well, I don't know about that. I mean, I'm just a simple lumberjack, and you're... well, you're a movie star."
"Oh, please," she laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm just Sydney. Out here, we're all equals. Besides, who says I can't be with a man like you?" She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving his.
Jacob swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
"No one says you can't be with a man like me," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. Taking a step closer himself, he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. The touch sent a shiver through her, and she leaned into him, closing her eyes for a moment as she savored the feel of his strong, calloused hand on her skin. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.
The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other. Sydney felt a hunger burning within her, a need to be closer to this man. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tighter against her, arching her back as their passion ignited. Jacob groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her backside and pulling her closer still.
As their passion grew, they moved away from the tree, their bodies entwined. Jacob's hands slid up under her shirt, caressing her back, her sides, before cupping her breasts through her bra. She arched into his touch, moaning softly, her hips grinding against his. He tugged her bra strap down, freeing her perfect, supple breasts, and lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he teased it with his tongue.
Sydney cried out, her head thrown back, her fingers tangled in his hair. Her other breast ached for his attention, and he obliged, taking the other nipple between his teeth, nipping gently before moving to suckle. She shuddered, her body trembling with pleasure as he worked his magic on her breasts.
He pushed her gently away, taking a step back to admire her. She was flushed and disheveled, her hair tumbling around her shoulders in a sexy mess. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, and her eyes were dark with desire. He reached down and undid his belt, unfastening his pants, revealing his growing arousal. He kicked off his boots and pushed his pants and underwear down his hips, freeing himself. He was huge.
Sydney's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, his long, thick cock throbbing in anticipation. She reached out and touched it, tracing her finger over the head before taking him in her hand. He groaned, his hips jerking forward as she stroked him, her grip firm and steady. She knelt before him, taking him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the broad head and sucking gently. Jacob moaned urging her on.
She feasted on him like a woman possessed, her lips stretching tight around his girth as she sucked with desperate hunger, gagging as she took him deeper and deeper. It was wet, sloppy and lewd—the smack of her wet lips echoed through the forest as she slurped and teased him, glancing up coyly through her lashes to see Jacob’s jaw clenched tight
"Christ, Sydney," he growled, twitching against her tongue, "you’d think you were starving." She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the swollen tip, smirking at the shudder it sent through him. "Oh, I fucking am." before she took him deep again, hollowing her cheeks whilst his hands played with her tits, pinching her nipples roughly.
She sucked and licked, teasing him, driving him wild with desire. He wanted to be inside her though, to feel the heat of her body around him. Jacob guided her back to her feet, and picked her up, carrying her over to his truck, and placing her on the bed of it, kissing her the whole way.
They said nothing as he reached down and parted her legs, positioning himself between them. He looked at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her beautiful, wet sex, beckoning him closer. Then, with a groan, he pushed forward, slowly entering her.
She gasping as he filled her completely, his girthy cock stretching her sex. He paused, letting them both adjust to the feel of him inside her, before starting to move, slowly at first, but picking up speed as their passion took over. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Sydney wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tight as he pumped into her. She could feel him against her most intimate spot, and with each thrust, she grew closer to the orgasm she desperately craved.
"So close..." she gasped, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked back as his hips pistoned against her. Jacob hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deeper—her choked cry sent birds scattering from nearby trees. "OH FUCK...YES!"
The truck bed creaked violently beneath them, wood splintering where his knee braced against it. Sydney's orgasm hit like lightning—her entire body arched off the truck bed as she came with a scream that echoed through the pines. Jacob growled something filthy in French against her throat, as her pussy squeezed him like a vice, but he managed to hold back his own orgasm.
"Not yet," he gritted out, flipping her onto all fours in one fluid motion. The sudden change made Sydney gasp—her palms scraped against the rough truck bed as he mounted her from behind, hands gripping her hips hard. He began to piston into her like a man possessed—each brutal thrust sent her bouncing forward, forcing her to brace herself against the edge of the truck.
"Oh fuck, just like that. Harder, fuck me harder!" she screamed into the crisp forest air, her fingers clawing at the splintering wood beneath her. Jacob's hips snapped forward like a jackhammer- wet slaps of flesh and the rhythmic creak of the truck bed drowned out the forest sounds. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her arched back as she pushed back against each savage thrust, taking him impossibly deeper.
"Please, don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" she screamed as Jacob's calloused hands dug into her hips, his hips moving like a piston—each thrust driving the breath from her lungs. The truck bed groaned ominously beneath them, the wood cracking as his knees dug in for leverage. Sydney's large tits swung wildly with every impact, her hands gripping the sides of the truck. She pushed back against him, meeting his brutal pace. "Jesus Christ—right fucking there!"
Jacob growled, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her soaked folds. He leaned forward, one hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back as he whispered against her ear. "Tu m'appartiens maintenant! Je vais te faire crier à nouveau!"
Sydney's breath hitched—she didn't need fluent French to understand that tone. His fingers dug into her waist, slamming into her with relentless force as she screamed, a second orgasm ripping through her. She saw the cosmos behind her eyelids, as her body shook with uncontrollable pleasure.
Jacob didn't stop though, continuing to pummel into her from behind, wanting her to feel every inch of him buried deep inside her. Sydney's body writhed beneath him—her thighs trembled violently, her toes curling against the truck bed as aftershocks wracked her body. She could feel another orgasm already building—her entire body electrified with raw sensation.
"Make me your..." she gasped, the words dissolving into a moan as Jacob's thrusts turned erratic—his hips stuttering against hers.
"Make me your what?" Jacob growled against her ear, his breath hot and ragged as he slowed his thrusts to deep, deliberate rolls of his hips. Sydney could only whimper—the fullness of him stretched her obscenely, the drag of his cock sparking fresh tremors through her oversensitive body. His fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her spine into a desperate arch. "Say it."
She scrambled for the little bit of French she knew.
"Putain!" she gasped, the only word her pleasure-fogged brain could grasp.
"Tu es ma pute, oui. Et je te ferai gémir comme une pute à nouveau !" he growled, slamming back into her with renewed ferocity—his thick cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her vision white out.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed, as she came again, her whole body clenching violently around him, her nails digging into the splintering wood beneath her. Jacob picked her up and flipped her on her back again, kissing her with such ferocity that she bit his lip—and he grunted, grinning down at her as a bead of crimson welled on his full lower lip. He wiped it with his thumb, then pressed it between her lips, making her suck it clean.
"Fucking goddess," he muttered, before dragging her hips toward him in one rough motion. "I want to look into your eyes when I finish inside you."
Sydney arched up to meet his thrusts—skin slapping against skin, his sweat mingling with hers. Jacob's rhythm grew desperate now, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot inside her relentlessly.
"Look at me," he growled, his blue eyes dark with lust. "Tell me you want it all."
Sydney's thighs trembled around his waist. "Every drop," she gasped, nails raking down his sweat-slicked chest. "Fill me—Fuck...Jacob—" Her words dissolved into a strangled cry as his hips snapped forward one final time. His cock pulsed inside her, thick and hot, as his release spilled deep. She arched violently beneath him, another orgasm tearing through her—his name ripped from her throat.
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"I'm telling you, Dan, I have never been fucked like that before. It was so primitive, so raw—like he wanted to carve his initials onto my body." Sydney paced the hotel suite, her thighs still faintly trembling from Jacob's relentless grip. The pillow she clutched against her chest muffled her giddy laughter as Danielle's shocked face pixelated on the video call.
Danielle leaned closer to her phone screen, her martini glass dangling precariously. "Wait—he just left you there? In the woods? With cum dripping down your thighs?"
"Oh, please, like I'd let him leave." She sat down on the chaise long in the bedroom. "I made him take me back to his cabin—three more rounds by the fireplace. The man split his own firewood shirtless at 3 AM when I said I was cold. Then we fucked again."
Danielle's jaw dropped. "Actual lumberjack dick. I can't believe it! I was only kidding about that, by the way."
Sydney stretched lazily. "Believe it. His shower was outdoor—just a pipe bolted to a tree. When he bent me over the cedar stump to fuck me again? Absolutely feral. And insatiable."
"Are you going to see him again?" Danielle asked, swirling her martini with a smirk.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Sydney grinned, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.