Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. I do not know Scarlett Johansson, Winston Burbank or Jonni Darkko. I am not affiliated with the porn industry at all. This is a parody.
This story was inspired by daxg2001's
Celebs Meet Porn Stars story with Scarlett. Special thanks to Cadeauxxx for help with alternative narratives and POV (Point of View) style. I am experimenting with my writing style a bit and this would not have happened without his help. Thank you.
Celebs Meet Porn Stars: The Art of Sucking Cock
Starring Scarlett Johansson and Winston Burbank
Life is often full of boring day to day routines. Whether it's the job, house cleaning or some other menial task required to get through the passing hours. You would know this, as you are a camera man working under the employment of porn director Jonni Darkko.
It has been a little past two years since you took this job. You worked your way through cinematography courses with starlit eyes, dreaming big of opportunities for the future. Life at UCLA had been fun, between the partying and what other vices you indulged yourself in. Little could you have guessed after earning a degree that most of your day to day assignments would be so trival behind the camera. Post-process editing, still shots and counting frames were all part of the skills you learned. So much of the work seemed boring for five days a week as you earned your checks to live. Then again, you couldn't have guessed back then that you would go down such a path in life leading you into the adult film industry.
It was all a blur sometimes in your memory. You couldn't quite remember how many times you had went to that one club and had drinks with a notorious DJ. Jonni Darkko liked to put on the heavy bass beats and handle a DJ set of modern electronic music. You didn't care about the music after having three drinks and maybe some party favors in the bathroom. Somewhere down the road of those club nights, you met the DJ himself and started to socialize. A few key details of what you worked in and he had a job offer for you.
The road into the world of pornography seemed like it would be paved as a grand adventure into a life of sleaze. You anticipated having easy access to some of the most expert skilled women in the world. Those who managed to make a living through the acts of sex. Little could you have guessed on that day when you signed that contract, you would be earning a couple hundred dollars a day spending most of your time sitting at a desk. In front of a computer screen, you were stuck with post-process editing for Jonni Darkko. Sometimes the man would offer you to tag along for a film production, but only as a second rate camera man. Those days you were stuck standing around other men, watching the action from bad angles and listening to what sounded like exaggerated moans and overacting.
That was all on a good day. Most of the time, you were stuck behind a desk in a room all to yourself. At least you had a room and weren't stuck in an office cubicle. That was one way of looking at it, but self pity isn't your type of game.
Over the first year of working at Jonni Darkko's studio, you overheard the men talk about a former male performer. Such a man who had left an impression across the industry and had something of a unique internet following through social media. All the scenes he shot were in POV style - Point of View, as you knew so well from having to edit so many of those scenes. Such thoughts of a man spending over 15 years in the industry and only ever filming blowjobs, titfucks and facials was something that stuck in your mind. He was talked about like a legend for his scenes, the uniqueness of his cock that had been featured in dozens of scenes.
And he never once showed his face on camera. What kind of crazy man was that? You figured he would enjoy that small bit of fame, but perhaps it wasn't his style. The more you heard these stories from around other men working in the studio, you only became more curious.
Yesterday at work, you had a conversation with a coworker who entered your office room. What seemed like yet another routine of shuffling through recordings and camera equipment, suddenly became something entirely else. Someone heard that you wanted to know about Winston Burbank and see his action up close and personal. This was all under the assumption you had not stumbled across old footage of his POV scenes from the yesteryears.
Rather than film equipment such as cameras that required a USB plug to go into the desktop tower, you were left with something else. A burned DVD copy of what seemed to be an old unpublished video. The reflective disc only had black sharpie marker writing across it. You held the disc up, reading the initials S.J. and then T.A.O.S.C. as another series of initials, complete with dots between the letters. Curious what this was, you sit down in your desk chair. The lights were already out and you had shut the door minutes ago. You only hoped that the door wouldn't be opened by an uninvited guest when you pressed the disc drive button of the PC and sat that DVD copy into the disc tray. It didn't take long for the media player to load and the disc begin playing it's content.
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White walls greet the viewer as the camera zooms out from the room and then focuses on a figure of a golden haired woman in the center. Sitting alone in a plush white leather chair, legs crossed revealing a pair of black high heels. From the hair, to her deep blue eyes and busty build, there was something familiar about this woman. Swore nothing more than a white bustier. It pushed up a set of natural double DD breasts with heavy cleavage. Her golden hair properly fixed up, blue eyes gazing back at the viewer and lush ruby red lips ready for service.
Her voluptuous body, seemed to be something sought after by millions of men across the world. A sense of familiarity when looking upon her. She gazed back into the lens of the POV camera, licking her lips before greeting the viewer in her deep New York accent.
"I'm Scarlett Johansson... and I'm gonna suck a big cock today."
Smiling fully, she blushed while flashing her perfect, pearly white teeth. There would no need for alternate takes, as she uncrossed her legs and caressed them with her hands. Scarlett continued to gaze back into the camera, speaking once more. "Today I'm gonna to teach you about the art of sucking cock. I'm not ashamed to confess a favorite past time of mine with the right man."
Speaking in a low, seductive tone, she stood up and placed her hands onto her hips. The camera zoomed out as the man stepped back. In full focus, the viewer witnessed Scarlett Johansson standing proud in her white one-piece bustier outfit. Thighs visible with the outfits cutoff, she stood so proud before moving her hands away.
Scarlett may have been the star of this show, but it was the man standing behind the camera who was truly in for a treat. The male performer in question could not be verified as his face wasn't shown. The viewer would know him instead by the sight of his cock in all of it's full glory. He was already shirtless, keeping the camera focused on Scarlett as she fell down to her knees and smirked.
Another camera was set up from the right side of the room, prepared to capture a second angle that would shift back and forth from the POV lens of the man in charge. All focus was on Scarlett now as she crawled onto her knees, not once breaking eye contact as she was facing an impressive bulge in the front of her. The man wore nothing but a pair of blue leisure shorts.
With a smirk on her face, Scarlett wanted to tease this man. Soon she would send him into a level of heavenly pleasure, but first there was the act of foreplay that went along with this. Smirking up at him, she pushed her left hand over the bulge and gripped it. Dropping her lower lip, she quirked her eyebrows up. Quietly gesturing that she was impressed with his size simply from the bulge. She gave it a light squeeze before letting go.
"You've got something for me in there, don't you, dear?"
Words spoken so seductively, leaving no point for the man to respond. Scarlett used her hands to pull at his shorts, dropping them down to his ankles to release his hardening cock from it's clothed prison. Quirking her eyebrows again, she made a light gasp. Her eyes studying the texture of his uncircumcised shaft that would soon be treat to indulge in. Anyone who had watched enough POV oral scenes would recognize this cock belonging to the great Winston Burbank. Her big blue eyes gazed back up at him, making eye contact as she smiled. The man simply stepped out of his shorts as Scarlett wrapped her slender fingers around his cock with her left hand.
While decent in size at semi-hardness, it was not prepared yet for her loving mouth. Scarlett was careful as she stroked that cock back and forth at a slow pace, shoving the foreskin down to allow the bulging head to pop out. Breaking eye contact, she once again studied the texture and size of what was a proper hard rod fit for adult entertainment films. As her eyes gazed at the head, she had to fight the urge to part her lips and lick the head. A tingling sensation was already occurring down between her thighs, but she knew better than to take her outfit off and pleasure herself.
Raising her right hand, Scarlett decided to use both hands to stroke his cock. He was almost ready, but she wanted to go that extra distance in showing a mighty manhood the admiration it truly deserved. Her act was all about worshiping Winston's cock. With both hands, she let go and then used her fingertips to gently caress the sides of it while raising the head to her lips. No words were needed, but Winston's heavy voice could be heard moaning from her sensual touch.
At long last it was time. Her big blue eyes focusing above to look the man in the face as she parted her lips and slid his long cock into her mouth. Scarlett knew to go slow at first, sucking on the head and then briefly pulling her lips away.
This made a popping noise, the first of many to come. She broke eye contact and gazed back at that long cock, pushing her lips to the head and giving it a loud, loving kiss. Some cocks deserved more than a level of admiration from the lips and tongue. Her experience was quickly revealed, as Winston Burbank was only the next in a long line of lucky men to have their cock shoved between her famous lips.
Worship was the next level up and Scarlett had all intentions of worshipping such a stunning cock. So thick, with a bulging vein visible from the upper side of his length, that cock was visible to the viewer in all of it's glory. Sliding it back into her mouth, Scarlett closed her eyes while beginning to bob her head up and down slowly. Her left hand was down at the base, gripping it while her free hand was used to caress up his right leg. 'Mmmmmmm', she made a muffled moan barely audible due to having a mouth full of cock.
Working in rhythm now, Scarlett slowly bobbed her head up and down. Sucking inch after inch of this swollen member, she went slow, so he could enjoy her everlasting worship. Closing her eyes briefly, she concentrated on this sensational pleasure that was meant for the both of them. Pulling her lips back to the head, her eyes gazed up at him as she released his cock with another popping noise.
Drool strings dangled from her open mouth back to that shiny, soaked shaft. They broke off when Scarlett spit on it. Using her left hand, she properly lubed it with her bubbly saliva. Her hand glided faster and easier due to the wet slickness. Gazing back up at his face, she parted her lips and held that cock directly beneath her mouth. Scarlett twirled her tongue around the head. She then tightened the grip from her left hand....
Smack. Smack. Smack. That was the sound audible when she began hitting the head of that cock against her tongue. Her efforts were rewarded with the sound of his voice moaning out. A faint "ohhhhh" was followed by a long "fuckkkkk..." That was how she knew that he was satisfied with her teasing.
Going back down on it, it was time to pick up the pace and show that cock oral loving with faster speed, turning up the notches of her oral skills. Scarlett shoved her hand down to the base like before as she worked her lips up and down, devouring that cock once more. Again and again, she sucked it before pushing down far enough that her lips met with her index finger. The time had come to remove her hand and proceed with another phase in this act.
Deepthroating. That was what this act was called. Scarlett closed her eyes and slowly, but surely she shoved the head of that cock to the back of her throat. Her lips buried in a bush of his pubic hair, as she demonstrated a proper level of gag reflexes to fit an experienced cocksucker like herself. She gagged a little, but such noises proved difficult to hold back while slobbering on such a mighty dick.
The man moaned loudly as Scarlett braced herself, holding the position for several seconds. She always liked to count to 10 in the back of her head when she was deepthroating an entire length. Slowly, she began to pull her lips back and release his veiny shaft with an audible gasping of 'ahhhhh'.
A flood of saliva dripped from her lower lip, streaming down her neck. Scarlett didn't care, as she gazed back at the cock, shiny and coated with her dripping drool. The man exhaled deeply as he began to step backwards and quietly instructed Scarlett for the next position. Whether she was a Hollywood actress or an adult film star, she knew what to do for him.
Moving her hands to push her palms down into the carpet floor below, Scarlett gazed up, refusing to break eye contact as she situated herself on all fours now and took a few steps to crawl towards him. Eye contact was crucial when it came to a proper blowjob. This was something she knew all too well, but for now, it was his turn to have his way with her. Worshiping a cock wasn't complete without the next phase of such pleasure.
The alternate camera was now the focus of attention on her, for the man had turned off his POV camera and handed it off to an assistant who quietly stepped behind him. Scarlett swallowed her breath, knowing within seconds she would have a mouth full of man meat once more in the act of getting mouthfucked.
An opportunity was open for her to say something. A bit of dirty talk? Pointless, in her mind. Oh, how easy it would've been to taunt this man and push his buttons. Scarlett thought of what she could tell him.
"Wanna stick your big cock back in my mouth, dear? Want me to suck it right off? Mmmmmmm, I'm gonna swallow you whole." If only she were a succubus, she could tell him that she could suck the soul right out of his cock.
What she could've said didn't matter now as the man planted his hands onto the sides of her head and began to thrust his cock back into her mouth. Scarlett enveloped her lips around the head and closed her eyes. He began to buck his hips forward, driving inch after inch of that cock into her mouth.
A muffled moan was audible as Scarlett gave a slight gag. Hearing that, he slowed down and she opened her eyes. Gazing up at his face once again with her mouth stuffed with that long thick cock. He went slow, thrusting into her mouth.
'Mmmmmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmmm', Scarlett's muffled moans were audible amidst the breathing and moaning sounds. He went slow, but eventually picked up a pace with thrusting that fat cock in and out of her loving mouth. She sucked it inch after inch. Getting mouthfucked was one of the greatest pleasures that came in the act of sucking dick. Scarlett reveled in her role as a glamourous cock sucker.
Feeling his fingers tighten around her golden locks of hair, she closed her eyes and braced herself. Handling that cock as it pulsated between her lips, thrust after thrust. As she opened her eyes and he slowed down, Scarlett was now ready to give the one part she had neglected all this time.
Her right hand cupped his hanging ball sack. Softly squeezing it, she massaged it as he pulled his cock back to her lips and playfully ran his fingers through her blonde hair. He played with her hair, moving it out from her face, as that was always the one hard part about sucking dick when your hair wasn't in a pony tail. Scarlett knew that annoyance all too well.
When she let go of his balls, her eyes gazed back up at his face and it was time for another round of mouthfucking. His hands met at the back of her head, gripping her hair as he bucked his hips and drove that cock back into her mouth.
Gwak, Gwak, Gwak, Gwak..." Those were the muffled sounds Scarlett's mouth produced from the strength and thrusts of that cock pumping into her mouth. She closed her eyes, loving every lasting second of this as he fucked her mouth properly. There was a sense of honor that came with getting mouthfucked by a cock that was worthy of worship. Scarlett loved this, reveling in her act as she sucked it again and again. Her only regret was that she couldn't undo the bustier top, get her breasts out and shove it between them, but perhaps that would make for another video.
Only when he began to slow down from fucking her mouth, that was when Scarlett knew they were headed towards the final phase of this session. Winston made one last thrust, shoving his cock to the back of her throat. She finally gagged, choking on it as her eyes watered up slightly, but not enough to smear the light mascara around her eyes or ruin her makeup.
Winston stepped back, pulling his cock from her mouth with saliva strings dangling back to Scarlett's open lips. An audible 'ahhhhh' came from her low voice, still with a low layer of seductive overtone. The strings broke when he gripped his shaft. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, licking her lips. It was apparent what was to come next, as she had worked hard for what would be a sticky reward. That was always the final joy when it came to sucking dick, knowing that after so many licks there was an epic reward that made it all the more worthwhile.
"Cum all over me. Mmmm, wanna cum all over my pretty face?"
With a wink, Scarlett looked in his eyes. She gritted her teeth, pushing her lips out to give him an expression of her lustful hunger. Again, she spoke naughty words in her low, seductive voice, begging Winston Burbank to use her face as his canvas for a creamy white painting.
"I'm gonna take that hot load all over me... Cum all over me. Cum all over my face..."
His hand wanked back and forth, as his face scrunched up, teeth barred. Scarlett knew she only had seconds to wait before her face would be plastered in his seed. But she wasn't done begging for it.
"Give me that cum." Her final words in a whisper. Face raised up, gazing at his cock. Scarlett closed her eyes as he began to scream and then she felt the sudden burst of that first wad of cum splattering onto her pale skin. It struck her forehead with such force, droplets went into her hair. A string of his warm sticky seed came after, striking over her left eyebrow and down her cheek.
Blinking her eyes, Scarlett opened them without flinching as she felt more strings of cum plastering her forehead and getting into her hair. The final strong burst was a thick string that went up the left side of her noise, trickling down her upper lip. She opened her mouth so he could push his cock back between her lips and then it was her duty to milk him of the final last drops.
Hearing those moans of pleasure and with such a heavy load of cum, that was enough to tell Scarlett she did her job well with sucking him off. She pulled the cock from her mouth with a popping noise as the cameras moved to focus on the 'money shot' of her face sticky, drenched and dripping in cum.
Sitting there with the cum dripping from her face, Scarlett parted her lips to show the puddle of that sticky white seed within her mouth. She closed her lips and audibly swallowed down the cum that wasn't splattered across her face. For the final shot, she smiled at the camera, knowing that various still images were being taken. The camera zoomed out, lights fading to darkness to end the film.
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The screen flickers as the DVD has now completed the cycle presentation of it's contents. You sit there and gaze back into the screen as questions begin to roam through your mind.
Holy fucking shit! Was that real? Did I just watch Scarlett Johansson sucking cock in a porn flick!? Was that really her or was this some kind of parody? This can't be real. No way. Absolutely no way at all. It had to be some other woman who looked like her. What the fuck did I just watch? It has to be Scarlett Johansson, for real. Who else could it be? What porn actress would look like her with those signature puffy lips and sultry manner, right?
Right!?
As you painfully try to convince yourself and go through the hundreds of doubts, your heart beat continues to elevate. It's a miracle you managed to watch the entire twenty minutes of this POV film dedicated to what could only be described by the words from whoever the actress was - The Art of Sucking Cock. That had to be what the initials on the disc meant. What else could it be?
Your mind couldn't slow down as you processed in your thoughts what you had just witnessed. The date and year was another subject you wished to know, as Scarlett didn't have the bracelet tattoo on her right wrist. That was a hint that this tape had to have been filmed prior to the early 2010s. The legend of Winston Burbank and a hidden secret that involved a Hollywood goddess. In a panic, you pressed the button for the disc drive on the computer. As it slid out, you just needed to look at the disc itself to make sure it was real. Before you could press the button again, the disc drive automatically closed to insert the disc back in.
A pop up flashed on the monitor of your computer screen. Glancing at it, you had to do a double take as a Windows error sound came through the speakers.
DISC:/ is not accessible.
Files are corrupted and unreadable.Corrupted!? Seriously!? You question how the disc could be corrupted merely by ejecting it and it sliding back into the drive. Feeling some anger at your new hidden treasure being taken away at the snap of a finger, you grow angry. As rage courses through your body, you consider punching the screen right then and there. Your coworker had let you in on a secret, revealing to you just how legendary Winston Burbank was. How could you have ever guessed that a sex tape of sorts existed with Scarlett Johansson from years gone by.
And now, no one would ever believe you. All the evidence gone just like that, lost in time as the memories were burned in your skull. An intelligent prank played on you by your friendly coworker. Did more films exist? Maybe Scarlett or some other famed women did more at this studio. Such questions continued to go through your mind, one after another. In the end, at least you knew some truth from witnessing such a glorious display of erotic art with your own eyes.
The end
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