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Stunt LuckJon sighed as he looked back at the set. It wasn't easy pulling double shifts, but that was his job today. He was a professional stunt man at only twenty-five years of age. His job was to wear a white suit that would be changed to resemble the actor through computer animation. Only his body mattered. The rest could be changed out with animation. That's what usually happened, unless there was a switch up in the production office.
He had been busy the past few days, working alongside actress Scarlett Johansson. She proved to still be in great shape after not working in a Marvel movie for more than five years now. Jon and Scarlett got along well, leading him to think if he was a more professionally trained actor, they could've worked together more on set. She had a good sense of humor, knowing how to tease him and playing up the flirting games. It was like she knew that he once had a big crush on her growing up.
They spent the day doing the usual. Breaking windows, putting holes in walls. Big action scenes that involved guns and running from bad guys. When it was all over, Jon retreated back to his trailer for some privacy away from the cast and crew. It was there that he got undressed, took a shower and put on his work clothes.
Jon was wiping sweat from his brow when he heard that unmistakable voice behind him. Scarlett's voice was smokey and deep. "You know, for someone who gets thrown through windows all day, you're surprisingly graceful about it," Scarlett said. He turned to find her leaning against the doorframe of his trailer, arms crossed, a sly grin playing on her lips. The late afternoon sun caught the gold in her hair, and for a second, he just stood there and took in the sight of her aging beauty. For a woman now in her forties, she still looked amazing.
Jon stood there watching as Scarlett stepped inside, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness as she closed the trailer door behind her. She was wearing black pants and a red blouse that revealed some of her cleavage behind undone buttons. The click of the lock was heard loudly, leaving them in a cramped, small space. "Long day working, huh?" she said while stepping closer and smirking at him.
"You've been watching me all week," she said, her voice dropping lower as she backed him against the counter. All he could do was step back until his back was touching it. Jon swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his throat as he looked into her eyes. "I've noticed those little glances when you think I'm not looking." Her laugh was low, throaty, as she pressed her body flush against his. "Guess what? I was looking. I'm glad you were watching. You seem like the kind of man who knows what he wants. Well, guess what? I'm a woman who likes that. I know what I want too."
Her hands slid under his shirt, nails scraping lightly over his abs before she pushed the fabric up and off. Scarlett's hands were warm, palms sliding over his bare skin. Jon barely had time to think about what was happening between them before she was sinking to her knees in front of him, her fingers making quick work of pulling his belt loose. "Let's see if you're as good at taking orders as you are at taking falls," she purred, her breath hot against the straining bulge in his boxers.
Scarlett pushed his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang out and then she grinned, licking her lips at the sight. Jon rustled his feet and ankles free of his pants and underwear. He stood there in only a shirt as Scarlett seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of his hard cock pointing at her face.
Once she was ready, Scarlett took him in hand, stroking him once, twice, her grip firm, before leaning in and swirling her tongue around the head. "Fuck," Jon choked out. Scarlett grinned and continued to stroke his cock, "yeah... you've got a nice hard cock and it's all for me. I bet you've been jerking off to me every night lately," she lowered her lips and kissed the head.
Her lips parted and took in just the tip of him into her mouth while her thumb swirled circles around the sensitive ridge beneath. Scarlett went down, sucking her way to the base and then pulled back, releasing his shaft from her lips. "Mmmmmmmmmm, so meaty," she jerked him up and down while licking the head. After a few seconds of this, she put his cock back into her mouth.
The sight of her kneeling there before him with his cock in her mouth made Jon feel so proud. This was a better accomplishment than any of his time as a stunt man. Scarlett's eyes flicked up to his, holding his gaze as she pulled back with an obscene pop, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe along his length with a few strands of saliva. "Tell me," she said while gripping his cock tightly. Scarlett showed her teeth, talking in a low tone. "Tell me how bad you've wanted this." Jon's groan was answer enough, but she squeezed the base of his cock even harder, demanding words for a real reply. "So bad that I've been thinking about this every night," he admitted it. "I thought about your lips, tongue and especially your big tits."
Scarlett was pleased. She wrapped her lips around him again, this time taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Jon screamed out as she swallowed around him, her nose pressed to his pelvis, her fingers digging into his thighs to keep him standing still. She pulled back gasping, lips glistening, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Good boy," she said while grabbing the ends of her blouse and pulling it over her head. She slung it to the floor, revealing a black push-up bra that contained her big tits. "But I didn't come here just to suck your cock."
The bra went off her body next, letting her breasts bounce free and into sight. "You mentioned my tits," she said with a grin. "Show me how bad you want to fuck 'em," she winked while wrapping her breasts around his cock. She squeezed them together, trapping his dick between her cleavage and now it was all up to Jon to fuck her tits.
Jon groaned as Scarlett's warm, pillowy tits enveloped around his big cock. The soft flesh molded perfectly around his shaft and looked so beautiful tucked between them. He gripped her shoulders for balance, his hips jerked forward as she tilted her head back, her tongue flicking out to catch the tip of him each time he thrust between her cleavage. "Oh my god, this feels so fucking good," he panted, watching her heavy breasts jiggle with each movement as he thrust back and forth, fucking her tits. Scarlett's smirk was filthy as she squeezed tighter, her voice low and sexy. "Better than you imagined, huh? Now fuck them properly. Don't hold yourself back. I came to you to get a titfuck and I want a good one."
The slick sounds of his cock sliding between her tits filled the trailer, mingling with their ragged breathing. Scarlett looked down and spit on the head as it poked up. "That's it, just like that. You’re so fucking hard for me. I bet you’ve dreamed about this, huh? My tits wrapped around your cock like this?" Jon could only nod, his jaw clenched tight as pleasure coiled low in his gut. The way she talked like that only made him thrust harder and then Scarlett laughed, "yeah, fuck my tits, that's it."
She raised her head, looking up at him as his cock slid back and forth between her tits. Jon slowed down, trying not to cum too soon yet.
Scarlett suddenly pulled her tits apart and made his cock flop free, "the last thing I want is for you to blow your load before you've fucked me," she said while getting up from the floor. She turned around and pressed her ass against him, grinding back deliberately as a way of teasing him. Jon hissed at the contact, his cock throbbing against her backside in those tight pants she wore. She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip. "You want more? Then take it." She unbuttoned her pants and bent over, showing the full roundness of her butt as she pushed her pants and underwear down to reveal her full backside.
Moving to the counter, Scarlett bent over and spread her legs. She presented herself to him, wet and ready for him to take her. The ball was entirely in his court to decide and take control.
"C'mon, mister stunt man. Fuck me like a superstar," Scarlett said with a wink as she pushed her ass out. Jon reached out, spanking it and then he got behind her and prepared himself to fuck her. He moved his cock between her legs and discovered her wen pussy. He pushed through, listening to her gasp as he entered her.
Jon groaned as he sank into Scarlett’s tight entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh now that he was inside her. “That’s it,” she moaned. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? All those little glances on set—thinking I wouldn’t notice? You've wanted to fuck me so bad, I know it,” Her laugh was low as she rocked her hips, urging him deeper with a few pushes back. “Guess what, hot shot? I noticed every single look you gave me. Now it's time to prove how bad you wanted me. Fuck me.”
Her hands braced against the countertop, fingers spread out and sliding across the surface as Jon gripped her hips and drove into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. He seemed to be taking time, she believed. Scarlett tilted her head back, shaking her hair around. “Fuck me,” she gasped, then smirked over her shoulder. “Give it to me. I know you've been thinking about doing this to me the last few days. Come on, fuck me..” Jon’s grip tightened, his rhythm faltering for a second as her words sent him into a frenzy. He began to pound away at her pussy, giving it to her with every thrust. “Oh, don’t stop now,” she moaned. “Unless you’re scared you’ll cum too fast?”
Scarlett’s taunt was motivating for him. Jon grabbed a fistful of her hair—not too hard, just enough to make her whimper—and fucked her harder. She screamed and moaned as he pounded that pussy. “Ohhhhh, yeah! FUCK ME!! That’s more like it,” she moaned, her voice breaking as he pounded into her. “THAT'S IT!! YESSS, YESSSSSSS!!! OH MY GOD, YES!! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!!! YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST QUIT STUNT WORK AND START FUCKING ME FULL TIME!! FUCK ME!!!!” She screamed the right words at him to make Jon slap that ass. He slapped it repeatedly, "YEAH!! FUCK ME!!!"
Scarlett's voice fell, no longer screaming as she whimpered and moaned. Jon pulled her hair. Her big tits were bouncing all around as he kept pounding into that pussy. “You’re gonna make me come, baby,” she warned, her voice dropping lower as he slowed down. “And when I do, I want you to fill me up. No pulling out. I want to feel all of your hot cum inside me.” The filthy promise sent Jon over the edge, unable to hold himself back any longer. With a growl, he buried himself deep in that pussy, his release hitting him like a punch to the gut. Scarlett raised her head and moaned. Both of them screaming out as they had this moment together, cumming at the same time.
Panting, Jon slumped against her back, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. They were out of breath and spent. Scarlett raised her head as he let go of her hair, “You're good at taking orders. I had a feeling you would be,” she whispered, her grin audible. “You're good at fucking. I meant what I said. You should consider retiring from stunt work and fuck me full time. I could use a man like you to keep on the side away from husband.
The End.
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