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"Excuse me, Mr.Mehler? Ms.Cyrus is here for your nine-thirty appointment."
Edward sat forward in the soft black leather chair, bringing his elbows to rest upon the edge of the beautiful red oak desk. His elbows came to a lean there so his hands could then cradle together, fingers entwined, set in front of and thus hiding a grin of excitement that set upon his face. "Is she now," he whispered to himself, the slightly developed lines at the corners of his eyes and of his lips forming on the thirty-something man's face. Brown eyes looked through a pair of dark, thin glasses, casting their glance down to the digital camera set to one side of his desk, atop a small pile of manila folders. "This certainly promises to be an interesting casting call, one way or another," the man continued to himself, unlacing his hands to then reach a finger over to the intercom button. "Thank you," he replied to the voice. "Please send her in."
And that was it, the only thing left to do now was to not develop cold feet. Neither of them could. This had too much potential on its own, this project, and on top of that Edward knew it would be the work that would make or break his career. With a smirk on his face that spoke of both excitement and confidence he rose from the tall-backed leather rolling chair and made his way over to a set of vertical blinds. The office here was quite fancy and everything about it spoke of money - he was used to none of this extravagance yet, truth be told, having only been here for all of a week. Hell, before this all he'd done were independent movies, this being the first huge production with his name attached. When coming up with this idea, though, the series he was in the process of casting for, Edward's investors had agreed to see that it was funded enough to be as professionally as possible, which included them insisting on a lavish office; professionalism from the beginning, he supposed.
The floors were made of wood but dissimilar to the desk, they a dark mahogany. The walls were a calm, simple white, but with an outline of a tree elegantly painted behind on the wall behind the desk, with its leaves blowing in the wind over the expanse of an entire second wall, stopping just before the door. Past the door was the third wall, comprised mostly of a fish tank, tropical, four feet high and eight wide, the fish providing a vivid juxtapose of color in contrast to the rest of the walls of the office. Finally came the fourth wall, the entirety of it a long, large window covered in vertical slats from end to end. The one thing the office didn't have was a chair for people to sit in. Along those slats, which would have one sitting facing the wall with the leaves and the door while the desk was on the right, was an elegant red velvet couch, its back backless, its arms leaning slightly outward in their rise before curling into themselves.
Edward turned the vertical blinds closed. This still allowed enough light to naturally shine through the lengths for the room to be well lit without allowing any to see in; there was complete privacy. Following that, he took the camera from his desk before going to wait in front of it, standing there with an excited smile on his face and an eager lens on the door. And a slight, slight excitement poking at the front of his leather pants. Only slight. He had to remain calm, but he still knew where things might or might not go, where the conversation would certainly lead. Finishing off the man's look, from bottom to top, were a pair of brand new black boots, a long-sleeved white shirt, a silver ring on his left hand, a silver necklace sitting high on his chest, a silver stud in his right ear, and a head of attractively messy dirty blonde hair.
His chest beat with anticipation.
The light atop the lens was green. The doorway, soon to be the young actress' entrance, was being filmed.
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Word circulated through all the right channels. A new film being showcased, a film that would eclipseAvatarin proportion. Already stars were being called, the hottest and best of Hollywood being summoned forth. Rumor had placed several of the hottest women in the business coming forth to take roles. Most interestingly, the cast list seemed to be mostly young vixens, spry things more known for their beauty than any real acting talent (though there was some of that as well).
This rumor reachedMiley Cyrus. The vivacious brunette was mostly known for her long-term stand as Hannah Montana, the fake Disney character that had built a fortune for Miss Cyrus. She was a teen icon, and she knew it. She also knew that her body had become something that men drooled over. This little girl was becoming an adult, and she had no qualms about showcasing that.
Which explained why she was in a flirty skirt now: white and tight along her lean frame. A slit bared a good deal of delicate white thigh: tantalizing bits of ivory skin just showing. The girl danced when she sung, and exercised on top of those, making her lean. You simply had to trail up, seeing the hips that had just flowed out, filling the skirt and showing how well she filled clothing. Further up was a flowing blouse, one that was just shy of scandalous. A good swish and it would bare her tight stomach, bejewled with a brilliant amethyst. Further up were a pair of breasts that somehow hadn't realized their owner had hit eighteen yet. The face still held some of the youthfulness as well: rounded with wide blue eyes. However, sultry makeup made it clear that this was a woman, as did the brunette, highlighted curls that fell just below her shoulders.
The young starlet favored the man with a smile. She knew this was an audition, and she also knew she was desperate for the part. Miley had been desperate to prove that she could act, that there was real talent there. In fact, that desire was nearly as strong as her urge to prove herself to be a full adult now. This growing girl stopped just a few feet from the man, her smile turning warm, almost sultry. When she spoke, her Southern accent seemed to layer the words with honey.
"Hello there. I believe you were expecting me," she said. Her blue eyes moved about, but didn't locate a chair, so instead, she opted to shift slightly, trying to stand as comfortably as possible. "Don't you want to give a girl a place to sit? Unless you think this isn't going to take that long?"
Miley winked at him. A little flirting couldn't help, especially when you had a body like Miley's.
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"I certainly am, I certainly am," he replied, flashing her that same, friendly smile that she had given him, though Edward's face was slightly obscured by the digital camera he held in front of an eye and a cheek. The accent was something that gave him a bit of a shiver, and caused his smile to crack slightly toward a grin. "The girl's already got a place to sit - on herderriere," he teased, tossing in a whimsical attempt at a quick Southern accent with that last word. Following it Edward reached for the teen starlet's hand, which he gently rose to kiss the back of her palm in a more proper sort of greeting. "Help yourself to the couch,darlin'," in another friendly tease. "Chairs are too...uptight. We're going to have a pretty serious conversation, so anyone that comes in, anyone I interview for this part, I want them to be completely relaxed. It's not too early in the morning for a serious conversation, is it," he asked with a smile.
As he spoke the man, right now in charge of casting, and the one who would be directing the movie once things got under way, was not the least bit shy in blatantly looking over Miley's body through the camera lens. He tilted it down, getting a good shot of the slit that showed off her firm thigh and the length of legs beneath the skirt. He centered it, enjoying the view of her flat belly, and the jewel she displayed beneath. He rose it higher, taking in her top, her face, her makeup and hair, and how she was this perfect balance between complete innocence and a bombshell waiting to be unleashed. At least, that's what he thought of whenever he looked at her. "Or, you can sit wherever you please. On the floor. On the desk. Stand. Who am I to tell a lady what to do?" The words were spoken lightly, with a smile, while he began to step backwards. The camera remained on her the entire time as he moved to sit down in the high-backed black leather chair behind the desk. "Wherever you would be the most comfortable." He leaned back a little into the softness of the chair, the leather making slight noises beneath the movement. The camera centered on her upper half, showing as low as that belly that teased a peek and as high as the pretty brunette highlighted hair.
"If I can be honest for a moment, Ms.Cyrus, you were not originally considered for this role. As a matter of fact, you weren't originally considered for this project, and several actresses have already interviewed for the part we're here to talk about today... I'm not saying this to put you at any discomfort, but I wanted to explain to you where my mind is at. Your agency got in contact with us after hearing rumor of the project and insisted that if there was any truth to it, that you would be interested in auditioning. So here we are. I've certainly taken your previous work into account, your real talents you've developed, your very potent beauty... What I'm concerned about is if you're able to handle a role so serious as this, though. Something so...adult. It would certainly alienate many of your fans, if not all of them, but if this series strikes the gold I think it's got the ability to, it could replace that fanbase and that respect tenfold. But there's a really big risk there, and I wonder if you're courageous enough to take it."
"Another thing is your bravery as an actress. I have no intention of shying away from the lavish excess of the ancient Roman hierarchy in this, which I think is the main reason there's already so much buzz, in addition to the names already rumored. There was excess of all types back then, and I intend to concentrate on a few of them specifically while still trying to highlight them all. Now when I say 'bravery,' think like...think like Heath Ledger. Think like Brokeback Mountain, with him filming a homosexual scene with another famous male actor and giving his all to it, while at the time having no clue if it would be received well or if it would blacklist him from future Hollywood projects. Think like The Dark Knight, where he became so tremendously engrossed in the dark mind of his Joker character that he was given an Oscar. Tell me, Ms.Cyrus, are you willing to drop everything you've garnered so far - your teen queen image, your fans who see you as a role model? Tell me, Ms.Cyrus, how badly do you want to be seen as a 'big girl'? ...How much do you know about what you're auditioning for, anyway? Can you tell me what you know already? We'll go from there."
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Miley's smile took on an edge as he drawled in response. She'd seen a few make fun of her accent, as though she could truly help that she'd come from the area. Most loved hearing her voice rasp through something like that, the drawls seeming almost sensual when coming from her. Nonetheless, she followed his suggestion, lowering herself onto the couch almost regally.
A man stared at her. Miley did notice his looking, seeming to eyeball her beauty. Not that this bothered her; she had put herself on display. If you didn't want to be looked at, you shouldn't pretty yourself up. In fact, the starlet even shifted, her blouse moving slightly to expose that taut little tummy, the skirt rising just so. Nothing too sensual; just coy flashes of flesh beneath tight clothing expensive enough to draw pause.
"Thank you for your hospitality," she said, again drawling the words. Perhaps she even thickened her accent slightly, a means of expressing her irritation. If so, it didn't leak into her tone or her expression, both of which remained professional and polite.
He explained the situation, which really wasn't that different from the one her agent had outlined for her. Miley hadn't been at the top of the list for the role. Why would she be? It wasn't like they were making a teen picture starring a cowgirl from the South. This role would require Miley to break out, to try something new, and she knew it. He knew it, and laid it out before her.
"Are you telling me that I'm going to have to kiss some beautiful costar to get you to sign me?" she teased, grinning. "C'mon, like you haven't seen my pictures already. I assure you, I'm bad enough for your picture," she leaned forward, that loose blouse seeming to shift slightly. You could just see the lacy bra underneath. It was black.
"I'm sure that I can fulfill all your expectations," she continued. "I'm ready, willing, and able to expand out of my little shell. And think about it: I already have a huge fanbase. You think people aren't going to want to see your movie just because Miley Cyrus is in it?" a little egotistical, but Miley was pulling out the stops here. "I'll even get verymaturefor you. I've already seen the rating and heard the details."
She stopped to smile, waiting to see his reaction. She wanted to be in this film, desperately. There were rumors of things you'd have to do in order to get on the cast, and while Miley was hoping they weren't true, she was equally prepared to meet those expectations. She had to have this part, any part, and would do what it took to get it.
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The camera caught everything, from the way she sat down so ladylike to the way she shifted in her seat, the flash of the black lace bra something that was anything but. To the sensual drawl that came of her Southern background. Watching through the lens, listening to her talk, Edward couldn't help but grin as she started putting herself forth like some kind of naughty thing. He wondered just how adventurous she really was. "So you think you're a bad girl, do you? What's the worst you've done in one of your movies? ...Hell, what's the worst you've done evenoff-screen, Ms.Cyrus?" He smirked. "I'm not talking giving another girl a peck on the cheek or dropping the F-bomb. That's controversial for you because of your background, because of Little Miss Hannah Montana, but in general things like that are growing less and less taboo. No, hon, what you'd be doing in this role...I don't think you're as prepared for it as you think."
"This is going to be an ongoing series on HBO about ancient Rome," he continued, "and we're going to explore every extreme thing that was commonplace back then among higher society. That's all that's been shared with various agencies yet, that and that we're putting a huge production value into this, and that we're looking for some courageous actors and actresses looking to really cement their names. That's probably what you know so far, right? When I talk about extremes, when I talk about excesses, I'm talking about gladiator fights, I'm talking about feeding Christians to the lions. Human slavery. Women having their place. Homosexuality. Incest. Huge orgies. Blood. Violence. Intrigue, politics, plotting, conspiracies... Tell me something, Ms.Cyrus. Would you be willing to get buttfucked on camera?"
Clear as day. He allowed a moment for the weight of that last sentence to sink in before continuing. "You're nineteen, right? This would be on a special cable channel people pay extra for, so we can show quite literally whatever we want. And the primary idea behind this is excess, it's decadence, it's not shying away from the extremes because the extremes are what people crave, even if they're too shy to admit it out loud. They'll crave it with their subscriptions. With how they'll talk about the show nonstop. You may be involved in scenes where you're talking politics, scenes where you're in a romantic situation, scenes where you're getting drunk on wine and singing and dancing, entertaining a crowd of people, or...you may be doing scenes where you take big, thick dick after big, thick dick up your tight teenage ass, sweetie."
The camera remained on her the entire time, Edward paying attention to both her body language and her face through the lens. "I'm not talking about fading to black either. It would be as graphic as any porno. Camera angles. Naughty bits. Ten, fifteen, twenty minute scenes. Full sexual encounters. ...Thatis why I need people who are brave, who are willing to go to any length. See, you misunderstood me when I spoke about your fans. It's not that I think people won't want to see this because Miley Cyrus is in it. I think it would garner a ton of attentionbecauseMiley Cyrus is in it, but that attention is going to be both good and bad...you'll probably lose every single fan you made working as Hannah, but if this show is a success you may gain many, many more. There may be awards, or it'll lead to even more prestigious roles, things people don't see you seriously enough for the way you are right now. Maybe. I can't guarantee anything, so that's why it's a risk. It's also possible you'll be disowned by the American people, that you'll get no award, no other roles, and this whole project will flop in its first season. I can't promise anything. That's a risk you need to decide if you truly want to take. Once you do, if you do, there'll be no turning back -none."
A few more seconds went by. He gave all of this just a little time to sink in as he leaned back in his chair, the leather sounding with his movements. "You can leave now if you want. To be completely honest, I mean, I expect you to. Unless you feel you're ready to be a big girl. Unless you're ready to be a big, brave girl, Miley," he calling her by her name now for the first time. Edward sat back up in the chair. "Take off your skirt," he said calmly. Then, "You're willing to get mature? Fine. Let's get mature. Take off your skirt Miley, sweetheart. Will you hand it to me?" His free hand half extended, palm open.
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The worst thing in one of her movies? Even the latest film, still in the can and being processed, only had Miley kissing a girl rather intently. As for off screen, it wasn't much more than that. The girl wasn't nearly the virginal princess that Disney wanted her to be, hence the many disputes, but she certainly wasn't someone who wallowed in filth and decadence either. At least, not yet. Now this seemed to be pushing her in that direction.
The list made the girl's eyes widen for a moment. She'd seen some scripts, known what was coming. The decadence had never been hidden, certainly wouldn't be that much of a shock. No, it wasn't that, but the sheer audacity of listing it here, of stating quite bluntly that it would all be done.
Would she be willing? Miley didn't immediately respond. She wanted, no, needed more mature roles. Anything to shed that stupid image and move forward. This was that offer, dangling before her, a golden carrot that she had to have. So what it if meant doing things that would make her father disown her? He was nearly there already.
Still, Miley's eyes widened at the first mention. Her lips parted slightly at the other. She could dance, could sing, could do sensual for the viewers. Could she take a cock into her ass for the camera. The girl suddenly realized that she could do all that and more, if it rewarded her with what she craved.
It was a gamble. It was also one Miley needed to take.
Then she finally had her chance to respond. Miley did so, rising. Her hands went down, and she unzipped the skirt. A little wiggling, and the garment slid from her frame. It revealed her white thighs and tight legs, and especially revealed a pair of lacy panties that matched the teasing bra earlier. Miss Cyrus walked over to Edward now, half-aware that she might be filmed. Smiling, she dropped her skirt into his lap.
"What do you think?" she asked, again drawling. "Am I mature enough?"
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The shock painted on her face...God, there was just something delicious about it. Would she blink, blink again, remove herself from the room and never look back? Maybe. As he sat there watching the teenager's face and body in response Edward knew that was entirely a possibility. But, when she rose up, when he saw her hands reaching behind her to the back of her skirt, when he heard the movement of her zipper, Edward could not hold back his damn devilish smirk.
Oh, God, and then those beautiful, tone legs...
'Bingo,' flashed immediately through his mind.
"My my," he said, glancing down with the camera to the pretty skirt plopped in a heap on his lap. It fell to cover what was now a growing arousal within the front of those leather pants. "So we hear aallll of that," dragging the word out, "and we decide we want to go forward? Well aren't we feeling brave this morning." The camera rose from his lap, slowly. It moved to Miley's knees, then began its gradual climb up her bare, tone thighs. "So you'd be alright with getting buttfucked on TV? Fully explicit, ass exposed, chest exposed, crotch exposed? 'Acting' like you can't get enough of it?" It continued up. Those panties, pretty black lace...alluring enough on their own, but to know that that's all that stood between him and the sought-after Miley Cyrus' sweet womanhood, it brought his desire to a fully erect state within the leather, tenting the fabric of the skirt right up with it. Then there was the slightly exposed tummy to take into consideration right above it, demanding attention as well.
"The role I'm considering you for is a concubine within the palace. It's a very big role, despite how depraved it would be. Or, perhaps it's so bigbecauseit's depraved...it would see you as one of the main stars of the series." The camera rose up, past her chest, moving to her face. "Singing, dancing. Entertaining. Blowjobs. Orgies. Think you can manage all that, big girl? Big, mature Miley?"
Grinning wickedly, he kept the camera focused on her face as he continued, "Take off your panties now. Go ahead. It's just you and me here, right? And a camera. You'll have to be comfortable with getting naked on camera if you're serious about this. It's just the three of us here," as his free hand moved up, shoving aside some papers from the center of his desk with an arm. "Go ahead. If you're serious about pursuing this I want you to show me. Slip right out of them. You can do that, can't you? Then go ahead, take a seat again. Wherever you'd like. Get comfortable for me, Miley, honey."
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As Miley looked down, she saw the tent forming in the man's pants and had to smile. Always nice to know you were appreciated, and all she'd had to do was drop her skirt for that. Imagine what kind of reactions she could get from swaying her hips a little, even dancing for him. Just thinking about it made Miley's hands raise a little, baring a few inches of that delicious tummy, enough to see the jewel just shining at her navel.
Getting buttfucked; fully exposed, and so much more. This would make or break Miley's career. It would certainly rocket her to the top of men's sexual fantasies. They'd be jerking their cocks to her writhing body harder than ever. Miley already knew that boys enjoyed her videos; she had even received fanmail talking about how her latest vids made some poor lads cream.
"I'm sure I have enough talent," said Miley. She smiled at him, lowering her shirt and covering that little bit. he continued, essentially offering her a lead: the concubine, the royal one. A list of things she'd done, minus the orgies, followed. Miley leaned forward, that smile growing, "What do you think?" she asked, dragging each word and dropping the last. He could see fully down her shirt now, to the breasts covered in that tantalizing bra.
She could tell the camera moved, and she heard the next command. If what he said was true, they were likely to see all that and more anyway. So the girl reached down. She gave him a flirty smile, and then the panties slowly worked down. She peeled them slowly at first, baring a neatly trimmed bush of light brown, before pulling them off completely. Then she stood, her lower half bared.
"Why just stop there? You're gonna see it all anyway?" she asked. Reaching up, she pulled off the shirt, leaving only her bra to cover her skin. Then, the girl lightly sat upon the man's lap, staring into his eyes and smiling.
"Haven't you heard? I gave a guy a lapdance once," she said, reaching up to grab at his growing cock, just touching it. "But you don't want me to spoil everything now, do you? Gotta save it for the set."
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Lord, she wasn't just responding to his instructions, this Southern doll was one-upping him! The dirty blonde haired director couldn't help but grin, baring no shame in the responses his face and his crotch both gave her. He managed to catch everything she did on the digital camera, from her winks and smiles to the playful sways of her hips, to the glimpse of her belly she gave him, to everything. To the drop of her panties, and the reveal of a trimmed, brunette bush that coated her sex like a beautiful meadow.
"Mmm," he mused aloud when those lips became revealed. "My my my..." But it wasn't done there. He caught everything on camera, her panties dropping to the floor, her shirt raising, her tummy completely bared now, and then the sight of Miley Cyrus standing before him in nothing but a lace black bra.
Then, the sight of Miley Cyrus sitting on his lap in nothing but that lace black bra.
"Only once?" He joked his reply, grinning at her throughout. "We'll have to change that. You'll be giving lapdances often if you want this role. And handjobs. And all sorts of terrible, naughty, naughty things," the grin wide and prominent. When he felt the slender, feminine hand laying over the hard leather bulge in his lap Edward's free hand rose to place his palm on that smooth, flat tummy. His fingers splayed, and his hand began moving back and forth in a slow, sensual caress. "Would you like to know what I'd like to see from you right now though? Hm? Do you? I want you to masturbate, Miley. Right now. For me. For the camera. I want you to show me you're not shy in front of one. Show me you're here toperform, ready and willing. Show me you don't care if people see. ...Show me you wanteveryoneto see."
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Miley's nether lips were quiet delicate: a slit of dark pink splitting her white. The trimmed bush seemed to call attention to it as well, asking eyes to devour it. Though with so much of Miley bared to the eye, it was a little difficult to decide where to look. The Southern belle squirmed a little on the lap, grinning at the man as he spoke.
"Is it everythin' you were expectin'?" she asked. Her arms raised to her hair, lifting it up as her eyes closed. the body arched for a moment, hips rolling along his. Yes, Miley was certainly grown up, and had a teenager's eagerness to show just how very mature she was.
Her eyes opened and the hands fell as more words came. Another grin, "I'm sure I can manage a few more," accompanied by a hip slide toward the pulsing rod in his pants. His hand moved to her stomach, caressing her. It had been a while since Miley had had a guy, and most of her lovers weren't exactly on her level. Because Miley, well, she really got into sex when she could. It was all the performing she was used to doing. Plus, any starlet that sang seemed highly vocal, and Miley was no exception. He continued to stroke her, and she writhed slightly.
"A command performance?" she asked, teasing. She swallowed, bolstering the same determination that had helped her take the stage from a young age. A finger went between her lips, and she sucked sensuously, dragging it between those two plump bits of flesh. It ran along her tight curves, till it found those nether lips. Miley's finger played delicately with her sex for a while, swirling. Meanwhile, the other hand moved up, cupping her breast and pulling it up, squeezing it.
Miley began working her sex with the fingers then. They darted over, flitted over all the best spots. Her pointer and ring fingers parted her sex so the middle finger could sink between lips. The new intruder caused the girl to buck along the lap. Yes, along the lap, for she was masturbating upon the man's lap, really wanting to impress. Her eyes had closed for a moment as the sensations warring in her body took over. But soon they fluttered open, brilliant blue focusing on him.
She licked her lips before speaking: "Well, is this what you're looking for?"
Another arch, and she ran her fingers about her sex, finding her clit and playing with it, pinching and rolling. The girl clearly had done this before, and also quite clearly knew exactly what to do to get herself going.
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Everything about this teenager screamed perfection, from her luscious body to her willing, commanding attitude, to her eagerness to be taken seriously. The Southern accent was a wonderful icing atop it all. As she rose her hair up in her hands, clearly performing for him, for his camera, Edward caught every bit, watching through the lens as the brunette waterfall cascaded down in the form of loose strands before she finally let it go. "Everything and more," came a pleased response, his voice barely above a whispered breath.
She was putting on a show, starlet that she was. Edward soaked in every bit of it. The way she looked at him. The ways he sucked on that finger. The way she trailed it down, the way she parted her slit, the way she palmed her tit... He was hard as a rock beneath her, and the way she rolled her hips in his lap was driving him goddamn wild. The erection itself couldn't grow any harder; proof then came in his breathing, how it became gradually labored despite him simply sitting there watching.
For a moment Edward lost his concentration as Miley did her thing, playing with her clit, rubbing her slit. He watched her, felt her move on him, and all he could think about was this urge, this damn urge to grab her by the hips and knock the girl up...make her bounce in his lap, fill her with wave after wave, then keep pumping till he got hard enough to finish inside her a second time. Oh, God, how she was gyrating, how she was touching that tight teen body for him...
But no. He had to stay professional. Taking a breath, Edward fought to keep control of his own thoughts. "Exactly what I'm looking for, honey," he replied. "Except, can you turn to face me? Face the camera, Miley, sweetheart. What's a performance if your adoring fans will be unable to see you?" There was the need to touch her. Anywhere. Somewhere. Gliding up from her belly, his fingertips traced over the straps of her bra on their way up to dance at the side of her face, along a cheek.
"Mmmn...you're wonderfully multi-talented, aren't you? Tell me something, Miley. You can multitask, right? I want you to talk to me while you masturbate for the camera. Tell me...tell me about a secret fantasy of yours. Tell me something raunchy. I'm sure even a young lady as pure as yourself has a forbidden desire or two... Ever fantasize about taking a fan back to your dressing room? What about wanting two guys at once? Ever dream about a little daddy-daughter time?" His fingers continued their soft caress. "Tell me something the little girl Miley would just die if people knew. Tell the camera, hon. Tell your fans."
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Miley could tell he was getting harder, panting more, and it pleased her greatly, made her increase her efforts. Those delicate hands were already teasing tender young breasts and sliding along her soaked sex. The one still covered with her juices reached out for a second, running along the hard cock and feeling it jump against her. The girl smiled before returning. Now both hands were drawing down the tight body, delving into the sex. One would part nether lips while the fingers of the other would explore the hidden depths.
"Mhm," she moaned, turning to look at him. Her needy eyes bore into the camera, a lustful haze starting to descend. Miley's arousal was coaxed out by her fingers, by the knowledge that she was getting people as aroused as she felt. Hell, she was half expecting that Edward here would blow his load if she tried hard enough. He clearly couldn't keep his hands off her, tracing her hot, writhing frame as it danced upon him.
Multitask, speak dirty. Seemed doable. "Mm, but there are a lot," she confessed. A slight blush even rose on those cheeks, before the girl had to loll her head back. A tremor shook her, interrupting her beginning and making her moan. Soon, the girl gathered herself, her voice a throaty rasp as she continued.
"Let's think about the dirtiest then. Have you, mmm, ever seen my costars? Those hot, ah, little things. I've sometimes, mm, thought about taking a couple of them. Not just the guys, but the girls too. Taking, aah, one of my fellow girls and finding out if, mm, girls really, mm, are, aaah," she stopped to shudder again, her breasts bouncing from the ferocity of this tremor. She had to paused to pant, eyes boring into the camera. Finally, she swallowed. Had to do this. For the role, to be an adult.
"I'd love to, to get a few people at the same time," she admitted. A slight smile, "and for the fan thing, who says I haven't already? There's so many hot guys at my, aaaah," she shuddered, arching against him, grinding her sex against his leg, smearing her juices along him. "So many hot, hot, mmm."
Okay, so maybe talkingwasgoing to be more difficult than she thought.
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Miley Cyrus was a drug. Nude except for a black lace bra, writhing a tight bod right there on his lap, eyeing the camera with nothing short of wanton lust as her fingers tended to a trimmed brunette cunt...she was intoxicating, overwhelming the man before her in a way he hadn't expected. Edward had expected something. He hadn't expectedthis. This teenage princess being so willing a nasty starlet. "Nngh," he couldn't resist the groan, the gyrations of her body coaxing it uncontrollably through his throat. Could he feel the heat of her pussy as she ground it against his clothed leg? Part of him swore it. The dirty blonde's mind shifted, his breath quickening when that slickened, feminine hand pressed to the bulge of his leather pants, something that then summoned forth another mild, audible grunt from within. And then the words. Oh, God, her words - she said them while staring directly into the camera, she said them while his hand caressed her face, and God, God, he had to wonder if she knew just how hot sharing these secrets with him made her right now.
"So you've invited some fans for some special, backstage access, have you? Guys? ...Girls?" Was she teasing? Had she really? Edward kept the camera on her face regardless, all the while grinning behind the lens. "You sound like you've never had more than one at a time. Would you like to change that? The role I'm considering you for would be a new concubine in the palace; a girl who, though young, through her personality, attitude and allure soon becomes the favorite piece of ass of the emperor himself... You would be doing gangbang scenes with guys, orgy scenes with girls, in addition to scenes with one or two people at a time, solo scenes, or simply even just highly sensual scenes. You probably wouldn't have a single moment in the series that doesn't have you showing a good amount of skin, even at times when you're 'clothed.'"
At that the camera panned down, blatantly, past her neck, past her bra. To her tummy, fit and firm and gorgeous - a delicious looking belly, garnished with a gemstone. The camera rose back up to catch Edward's hand as he traveled down from Miley's face, coming to toy with a strap of her black bra. A finger then traced from the strap to the right cup, ghosting his touch around the curve and underneath, coming just short of her nipple. "You're going to have quite a few attractive co-stars too... Men. Women. I can't give out names until everyone is signed, but don't you worry, little miss. You'd be getting famous for constantly dropping your panties for someveryattractive people." Edward's touch continued, slow, light, the camera falling it as it fell from her chest back onto her stomach, where his palm came to wrap around her side, just above Miley's bare hip, fingers curled in along the front of her flat belly. The camera continued down past this to focus now on the brunette patch between her thighs, and the slender fingers working diligently therein.
"Mmm...God, you're so sexy, Miley. Don't stop. Keep going. Show off for the camera. Show off for your fans. Do you want to make some new fans, right now? This is your chance - show them what they've been missing." His cock was in a complete strain beneath her. "This is the kind of production thatencouragesscandal, you know... Sleeping with your co-stars even off-screen. Partying all the time. Getting caught leaving the director's trailer way early in the morning, heading back to your own," he made sure to toss in there, bearing a fun grin. "If you evenwantyour own. There's a few already who have talked about sharing theirs and pocketing a slightly larger paycheck." His hand smoothed down from her belly, gliding across her hip and to her thigh, where his fingers wordlessly urged her leg to spread some so he could get a better shot. "You're glistening...you look so beautiful," he said ever-grinning, his sight plastered on the Disney princess' pretty teenage crotch. "Do you have anything else you'd like to confess, Miley, sweetie? Things you've done? Fantasies of things you want to do? Is there anything you're thinking about right now you want to talk about?"
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Miley's body continued to writhe and gyrate in ways that men only dream of women moving. The girl's hips undulated in a sensual dance, rubbing her ever wetter crotch against those leather pants. Miley even paused to grind her sex against his leg, feeling the hard muscle pressing against the leather, pressing against her. A part of her might be telling her to stop, that this was sinful, wrong, and that she shouldn't do it, but that part was drowning in the lust that kept surging through the girl's body, flooding her senses.
Words were difficult in coming, and each time Miley spoke, little moans and groans of pleasure dotted her sentences, appearing more frequently than punctuation marks: "All the, all the time," she breathed, again pausing to let out throaty noises of arousal. Her fingers played effortlessly against her pink lips, the squelching hitting rhythms to match heartbeats. It was a lie, mostly; Miley had thought of taking some backstage, but she'd never really done it. There had been some experimentation, sure, but not nearly what this guy and the audience behind that camera were hoping for.
"Mmm, that sounds hot," she breathed. A shudder, and Miley's back arched back for a moment, before the girl leaned forward. The brunette curls fell loose about her face, nearly covering her parted lips. Glazed blue eyes were staring into the camera as though it were her lover. She licked her lips, and tried to continue. "I'm already so hot; I'mmeltin'. Oh God, oh sweet Jesus."
The girl arched, a tremor shaking her body. That familiar knot tightened within her stomach, letting her know that she was only moments away from unleashing herself on this guy, for the camera. He ran his hand along her quivering frame, playing with her breast, toying with her. Something about her costars, constantly dropping her panties. Miley wanted the role; wanted to be an adult. The idea of the sex gave her pause, but she knew better than to show it.
She would doanythingto prove she was an adult now.
Edward kept talking, though his words fell mostly on deaf ears. Miley's arousal thundered so loudly that she couldn't hear anything else. Couldn't feel much else besides her aching body. Her sex quivered. More juices leaked from her, spreading along the leather pants. Hands, rough ones, not hers, trailed down her body, parting her legs further. Glistening? An understatement, judging by the moisture gathered below.
"Omigod!" she cried out. Her body jerked, hips spasming forward. "Omigodomigodomigod, aaaarhhh, I'm, I'm, cumming! Aaaaaah!"
She spasmed and jerked, her feet kicking out. Toes curled. The girl arched. She continued to jerk about, almost moving like she was having a seizure. Her hands never stopped worked, playing with her sex, toying it, making it continue to spasm and spurt. The orgasm thundered in Miley's ears, making her want to shout above it. The girl's vocal chords, so developed to project, shot the sound now, filling the room and likely making her most popular recording yet. The orgasm lasted for quite a well, before the panting girl rested upon the lap, almost too weak to get up and move.
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She was beautiful, writhing about like a flame in the wind. Every motion he observed was fluid, feminine, and if she kept this up long enough it was completely possible she'd have his body finish while those tight black pants were still on. Edward's chest rose and fell with rapid excitement. His hand responded to the snake-like gyrations by gripping down on the inside of Miley's thigh, increasingly harder the more she rolled those athletically toned hips, but truthfully he wondered if she was coherent enough to even notice. Slight, unstoppable grunts passed his lips every time her hand or her knee found his need amidst her movements. And through everything Edward kept the camera filming, her big scene, moving up now from that brown-haired crotch to her belly to her breasts, to focus the shot on her neck and face. "You look so beautiful," he mused as her mouth and brow would contort.
She was getting close, and fast. As she sped up, her breathing, the motions of her hand, everything, Edward leaned back as far as he could in the black leather chair. The fabric made a sound beneath him as it moved, allowing him to lean back enough that the camera could see everything now, reaching from about Miley's forehead to as far down as her wrist and the beginnings of those short brown hairs. "So beautiful," he repeated as she got closer and closer. He opened his mouth to start to say something, to encourage her, but this girl seemed such a talent in front of the lens he didn't want to distract from her performance. Edward watched from behind the camera as her face contorted, as her body writhed, as she moaned out and literally shuddered in orgasm right on his lap.
The moment it was done, God, themomentit was finished his hand left its clench on her thigh to reach up and wrap around the side of her face. Edward actually moved the camera away from himself, holding it out to the side, filming them both as he leaned in to give Miley a firm, hungry kiss on the mouth. Then another. He was nearly twice her age, but fuck it - this was Hollywood. Then another kiss, hungry, impassioned. A pair of teeth held to the starlet's lower lip following that last one, tugging it with him as he gave her an inch or two of space before letting go. An inch or two wouldn't be enough to escape the feel of each other's breath. With that in mind, reveling in being so close, in the feeling of hers, his eyes stared into hers as he whispered, "That was so fucking hot, baby... Mmn... So fucking hot..." Another excited kiss. Would the Southern belle forgive him for not asking permission like a proper gent? He smirked at the thought. "and it was so brave," he whispered a moment later, back to staring into the girl's eyes.
"Can you do something for me?" Edward slowly leaned back, reclining all the way into the chair as he'd been a moment ago. He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire way back, now bringing the camera back to his face. "That was so hot, hon. And that scream when you came... That was wonderful. It was like a siren. Do you think you could do something else for me though?" His hand fell from her cheek. Falling, fingers trailing over the front of her bra, over her stomach, then moved to clasp about Miley's wrist. "Do you think you could go for Round Two?" Gently he pulled at her wrist, guiding the actress' hand to him. Looking through the lens the entire time, looking at her belly, her chest, her neck, at the way her long brown curls fell about and framed her face, and most importantly at her eyes, Edward guided those slender fingers to his lips where he boldly embraced the treat of licking the girl's cum from her fingers. "I have something else I want to have you try out for, something else I need to see if you're brave enough to handle," he spoke between fingers. Smiling, "Go ahead and get up off my lap, honey. I want to introduce you to one of the guys you'll be filming scenes with."
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Miley was dimly aware of the motions of the man beneath her. Her body had pressed against him as it writhed, the most tender bits of her grinding against his form. It would have been impossible not to notice him on some level. As a result, Miley reacted as a lover would. She ground against him more, arched more, tried to do something to make him feel at least a small portion of the pleasure that shot through her body like sexual electricity. Already she melted upon his lap and screamed desire into his ear.
Just as the post-orgasmic bliss started to settle in, Miley found herself kissing. A hungry set of lips took her own, stopping the heaving, panting breaths. The girl's eyelids fluttered, her dazed body simply reacting for the first few seconds. If he had moved quickly enough, he likely could have slid himself inside her still trembling sex and she wouldn't have protested. A little moan escaped the girl as her lips peeled back, trapped between teeth. Those eyes bore into hers, compliments flowing from the lips before they kissed again. She panted, but managed a smirk at him.
"You should ask before kissin' a lady," she drawled. As if she were a lady now, or that what she did hadn't shattered most of the barriers put up between the two of them. She squirmed again, excited blue eyes latching onto his. He talked, he rubbed against her, a hand exploring her body like it was familiar territory: his own back yard. Her blue eyes widened as he stuck fingers into his mouth, and her own lips parted just a little. Her sex was the true clue, as it gave a little shudder of appreciation.
"What, that ain't enough?" she asked. Moving lithely, she threw a leg off and rose to her feet, balancing for a moment, feeling strange in standing so soon after cumming. Her nether lips felt tender, and she nearly rubbed them in reassurance. Instead, she turned to him, quirking an eyebrow, clearly asking what he could possibly want after that little display.
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"Oh, that would be enough...for any other role," Edward replied, his smile one of pure mischief. As Miley removed herself from his lap and took those first few shaky steps he brought the shot down to her buns, something the man immediately made a mental note to spend some camera time on. Then she turned to face him though, she turned and Edward rose the picture up from what was now Miley's bare belly to up over her bra and to her face, catching the inquisitive look she gave him. Smirking back, he continued, "If you want a supporting role as an actress, we could stop now. You would certainly have that role locked, Ms.Cyrus. However, I get the feeling you're hungrier than that." He reached over to the intercom button on his desk. "We're ready. You may send him in."
"Yes, sir."
"I get the feeling you're willing to do whatever it takes," he continued, removing his finger from the button,"that you aren't going to leave here until you've proven you're abig girl, that you're ready for one of this series' starring roles..." He started to move then, the camera remaining on Miley as his steps took him in a half-circle around the young woman. The shot went from the front of her face to the side, to then being encompassed more by the hair that framed it. His free hand reached for the doorknob. "I've only met him briefly myself. I believe his name is Benny? Anyway, I'll let you two become acquainted."
When Edward opened the door Benny walked right in -- on all fours. The camera was kept on Miley's face; this would be a reaction he wanted captured, for sure. "We're going to have three or four rottweilers on set when we're filming but I figured we only needed one for now, to see how you two get along. Your character is quite the sexual minx of the cast, and in addition to men and women, she's going to be the dogfucker of the group. ...What do you think of that, Miley? Oh, look at that, he's already introducing himself to you!" Chuckling, Edward lowered the camera to the full adult male rottweiler, to Benny, who had unabashedly already made his way to the girl and started sniffing eagerly, first her crotch, then at her rear end.
He closed the door. "I can put you in one of the other roles if you feel getting knotted by dogs several times a season is too much for you. You'll still be featured prominently -- I can just offer one of the other actresses this mature role..."
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Miley arched a brow. Simply putting on a show like that wasn't enough? What would she have to do next? Well, he had said something about introducing another cast member, and judging by how this was going, that likely would end up with Miley nestling something else between her knees. The starlet reached up to fluff her brown curls, running hands through them and prepping. Might as well look as much like a sex kitten as possible, though given her barely there bra and bared bottoms, she was pretty much there.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to do whatever it takes to show you how ready I am,' she drawled, stretching out the words, nearly purring them to the man. She smiled and held her arms up, posing coyly for the man as he admired. That pert ass seemed to almost tighten, and there were still the visible bits of moisture clinging to thighs and sex.
Benny? Miley didn't know any famous actors or actresses that went by that. Yet she supposed that some people would come onto the scene without boasting massive... credits. So she turned to meet him, that smile plastered on her face.
It slid slightly as the dog trotted over. Surprise soon took over, and the teen looked over at the man, eyes asking the necessary questions. Yet he continued, his explanation answering the unasked. Dogfucker. Miley Cyrus,dogfucker. The teen licked her lips. No going back, not from something like that. But people would know then. They would know that she wasn't just some teen-bop sensation. She was an adult, one willing to do whatever dirty, filthy thing she needed to in order to get her role.
"I always was a dog lover,' said Miley. The Southern drawl wavered slightly now, and the girl trembled as she felt a cold nose pressing against her nether bits. She even gasped as the nose nudged against her rear, rising briefly onto her toes. "He's friendly, ain't he?" she asked. Yes, her voice still shook; this was something huge, and she was already wagering that a dog would be much, much larger than any men. It took all the girl had to stay there, her desire for the mature role overriding what she kept telling herself were irrational fears.
"So, what did you have in mind for me and Benny's introduction?" she asked, looking back to the man, half-hoping that it would be something very, very simple... and half-hoping to be asked to get on all fours.
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He chuckled, watching Miley's reaction through the lens. Try as she might, her moment of faltered confidence was undeniable, though that much was her being human. "Good, good. This role is going to have you loving quite a few dogs over the course of it. You know all those trash mags, huh? The ones going on about who's dating who, who tweeted what? Just imagine a candid, off-set photo of you on the cover of the Enquirer: you're walking your dog down the sidewalk in a pair of sweats and a shirt and cap, and the caption asks if that's your pet or your lover. Or if there's even a difference in the Cyrus household. Or imagine you're getting out of a limo, all dolled up, ready for a night at the club with friends. That's when people from TMZ come into your personal space with cameras, flashing all over you, asking what breeds you prefer." Snickering, Edward circled slowly around Miley to catch the dog going back and forth between sniffing her crotch and her butt, its tail wagging enthusiastically. "Remember what I said, it's all or nothing. I need an actress brave beyond comparison for this role, as there really is no going back. You'll be a big girl forever after the very first episode. And if you feel like this is way more than you wanted, Ms.Cyrus, we can stop everything right now. There are other roles in the show I can give you. Maybe something with a repeat cameo, once or twice a season?"
That was when Benny started lapping his wet, rough tongue against the front of that brown-haired crotch. "Oh, my," Edward laughed, "talk about getting personal! ...Well now that I have you on camera, getting your vagina lapped at by a dog, maybe I should tell you why. I mean, you must be curious why I haven't put it down, right? It's not uncommon for auditions to be recorded, but something as private as this? ...It's to make sure you can perform in front of a camera. This sort of thing, I mean. This level of maturity. I don't want you choking when it's time to go on set, and I don't want you changing your mind. I need actresses wholly ready to put their careers on the line for this production, make or break. Hesitation has no place here. So," he made sure to capture Miley's face as Benny continued to lap happily at the wetness of her crotch, clearly drawn to her powerful scent, "if you do some of the dirtier bits for me now, here, on my own personal camera, there's no real chance of changing your mind later, is there? I mean, who knows where this will pop up. Maybe on the 'behind the scenes' of the Season One DVD. Maybe I'll sell it to a porn company, and word of the deal will hit the evening news as quick as tonight. Maybe I'll just keep it for my personal collection. I mean, who knows, right? I need an actress who doesn't even care. I want a lady, of course, but at the same time I want someone to look me in the lens right here and now and consent that I can do anything I want with this footage -- and then give this next scene her all, showing the whole world how hot she thinks bestiality really is."
Edward crouched down. He aimed the camera starting at about Miley's thighs, making sure to catch the dog's head buried there, and made sure the shot was zoomed out enough to catch her flat tummy, her black bra, and the expression on her face, with just a little bit of the hair above it decorating the top of the picture. "As for what the scene consists of, I leave that entirely up to you. Do you want Benny to lick you while you play with your clit? Do you want to give him a handjob while you talk to the camera? A blowjob? Wanna lay on your back on the couch and encourage him to climb up with you? What about the classic 'down on all fours,' like you're a human, but you're a female, so you're still his fuckingbitch, Miley, honey? ...You're quite the talent. I feel confident in leaving this scene in your hands."
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The paparazzi had been lethal. They'd been having their way with Miley since she starting showing breasts, really. The rumors about who she dated, what she did, it would have overwhelmed some people. Miley had long since gotten past those hang-ups, almost reveling in the attention. The old saying of "there's no such thing as bad press" had become something of a mantra from her. So to extend this to dogs, while initially repelling, seemed like just the next step. A step that, it was becoming increasingly clear, would be necessary in order for her to advance in her career.
Yet as Edward spoke, the dog moved. Miley gasped and took a small step forward as she felt a wet, rough tongue sliding along her tender sex. Those blue eyes went wide, her mouth falling open for a second. A little tremble, and she knew that this actually felt quite good. Sinful, wrong on so many levels, but there was a level of pleasure inherent in the action that was almost intense.
The dog continued, and Miley tried to focus. Her eyes met the camera, the blue starting to shine with barely contained lust, mixed with a healthy amount of disgust and distaste. The dog had clearly been trained to do this, and, drawn by Miley's still present juices, had started lapping quite fervently. Miley could feel that thing sliding across her tender folds, producing juices almost as quickly as the dog was lapping them up. Her lips slid between teeth as she bit back moans and soft cries of joy. Already her lower body had started to move, dancing and gyrating in a manner not too dissimilar from her movements in some music videos.
Yet Miley focused her gaze on the camera, putting all those years performing in front of it to use. She had a shaky smile and nodded, her brown, curled locks falling over her flushed face again. Committed, would be used anyway, going all out. The girl had been silent, but it seemed like things had now shifted.
"Mmm, all in my hands?" said Miley, her voice almost hoarse, that accent scraping the words. "Well, that's tempting, but if I'm gonna be doing this, I should probably show all my talent, right? C'mere, Benny, let's give them the show they want."
She moved the dog slightly, sinking down to her knees already. Her hand was stretching down, trying to find the doggie cock to stroke a few times. She was already shifting, figuring that what the audience most wanted was her as the dog's "bitch." That would likely be what the role entailed, yes? So she was already shifting into positions, trying to stroke and get the dog excited. Her rear was already starting to be presented, the tiny slit of her sex still dewy from the lickings and the earlier playing.
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"Such a willing talent to mold," Edward commented happily, shifting in position once Miley was down on her knees. He moved to crouch down about a foot away now, beside her, at an angle where he could capture everything -- on one side of the shot was Miley's lovely body, skin bare, showing from her calves and thighs all the way up her sides to her shoulders, and to the hair at the side of her face, and on the other side of the shot was the rottweiler, he perhaps the most eager in the room of all three.
Benny's tail had been wagging steadily since he began sniffing and licking at the actress, leaving little room for improvement there. He did seem to fidget though when she reached beneath him to coax out his doggie cock from its sheath and stroke it. His face turned, his body shifted a little but not to pull away. He licked once eagerly at Miley's face. He rose a paw up, padding at her lightly, wanting to mount. He seemed to want that, all of that, but yet this too, Benny clearly restraining himself from pulling away as the teenager's slender hand stroked repeatedly up and down the veiny shaft.
Edward made sure to get a good shot of this, panning back first to capture the dog's natural actions, then bringing the shot down low to watch the hand palming up and down the rottweiler's length. "Talk to the camera, Miley, honey," Edward encouraged, moving back up to her face now. "Concentrate on your new friend, but talk to the camera. Tell me how it feels. Do you like it? Does it feel awkward?" His own erection continued to strain achingly against his pants, but it still wasn't time for that. He needed to focus on this. On her. Edward kept the shot on her face for now. "Talk to the people watching. What are you feeling right now? Are you nervous? Have you ever done anything like this before? Ever thought about trying it off-camera?"
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Miley's mind whirled. The dog's cock felt thick, almost too large for her, certainly larger than any human that she'd ever felt. Those delicate fingers continued to stroke and play with the thing, while the girl dimly listened to the teasing, rasping voice of the man responsible for this whole setup. She swallowed, licked her lips, and shifted, seeming to wiggle that pert little ass enticingly.
"Such a big doggie," she said, her young voice taking those words and seeming to make them especially obscene. "I've never seen anyone this big before. You're so big, Benny, there in my hand like that. You like that, don't you?"
She gave the cock a squeeze, closing her fist about that pulsing thing. The cock felt huge, almost overlarge, and Miley felt a brief wave of panic at the idea of taking such a thing within her. Yet Edward had made it clear what would happen should she back down. It simply wasn't an option; hadn't been since the beautiful girl had walked through the door.
"Come on, Benny, don't you like me? I'm going to be your pretty little bitch," she said, nearly wincing at the words but forcing a camera ready smile. I'm all nervous, since you'resobig and I'msosmall, but you're going to do it, aren't you big guy? With your nice, thick cock. It's going to wreck my tiny little pussy. Here boy," she shifted then, moving to all fours and clearly presenting her lower half to the dog. Benny had already been pawing her and shifting; he should know what to do. "You know what you're doing. Stick that thick, doggie cock inside my tight little pussy. Make me scream for you. Make me your bitch."
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At first Benny's response wasn't clear; he stood there simply, on all fours, his face calm while the nearly naked singer and actress stroked his veiny shaft. The real response he gave was the shaft itself, growing out of its sheath and to its full, throbbing length, all within the young celebrity's palm. Benny did shift to try to lick her face once or twice, it clear now that he was well enjoying the attention, but in turning his body he fell short, not wanting to pull himself out of her hand. That was no longer an issue though when Miley dropped down to all fours, to her hands and her knees, cooing encouragement to be mounted. The rottweiler, as per nature, immediately walked around to behind her where he rose a paw to pad at her smooth backside while sniffing up again at Miley's crotch.
Edward, meanwhile, felt a delicious shiver course through him upon hearing the teenager offering to be the dog's 'pretty little bitch.' "Seems like you're comfortable with your fellow actor already," he commented, grinning ear to ear. Somewhere he wondered if she would even catch the excited expression. It didn't matter though; it was about the two of them now, about the rottweiler and his new bitch -- Miley Cyrus, doggie fuckslut.
That paw padding at her smooth, firm ass moved up to her hip. His other joined it at her other side. Benny quickly hopped up onto his hind legs, mounting the real-life Disney princess.
"Look over here sweetie," Edward cooed, shifting to kneel in front of the young star. He was tempted to go underneath her to get a shot of the penetration, or go for a good side view, but the director and now-cameraman opted to kneel at her front, a reaching a curved finger to Miley's chin to guide her face right to the lens.
Once the dog was on top of her his shaft rubbed against the outside of her crotch as he set himself into position, but this only took all of a second. Then, knowing nothing of gentleness, or of pace, Benny began to take her exactly like he was -- like an animal, penetrating Miley's wet cunt with his veiny tip, pumping into her sweet teenage snatch deep from the very start.
"Talk to me, Miley. Talk to the camera."
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The dog licked at Miley's face, and strangely enough, that was nearly enough to cause her to bolt. Being licked hadn't done it, nor was the idea of moving on all fours to allow him to mount her. There was just something strangely personal about that tongue so near her beautiful face, personal enough that it nearly made the girl gag. She fought against it though, instead smiling and cooing to the animal. He didn't seem that bad, really. Horny, but who could blame him? Miley would be horny too, if someone was stroking her nethers and promising her release.
"Oh, I'm all sorts of comfortable," she drawled, looking at the camera and flashing another smile. The dog was shifting again. She could feel a paw prodding at her smooth ass, making her tighten them. Then a leap, and weight seemed to come on the girl, making her bend slightly more, nearly pressing her face into the carpet below. A hand moved to direct her face, and Miley offered the camera one of those patented smiles.
"Mmm, I think he's getting excited," she said, feeling him prodding against her. "I can feel his big doggie cock pressing against my little pussy. He's rubbing all against me, probably trying to--HOLY SHIT! OH GOD, JESUS, HE'S ---AAAH!"
The girl trembled as though electrocuted, jerking and writhing upon the cock. Her sex squeezed the intruder, rippling around it and pulling it tight against her. She moaned, feeling her wet sex grow wetter in a vain attempt to add further moisture. The dog was already digging deep within her, tearing through insides and stretching the girl. While Miley might have had a few lovers before, none had been nearly as big as the canine that took her now. They had certainly not been as long, as the dog prodded at Miley's insides now.
"Fuck!" the teenager cried, arching her body and trying to work up. Benny's weight and determination weighed her down though, and she wound up rocking back. His cock was sawing into her body, rampaging her insides and delving deep within. The girl cried out again, body trembling, eyes rolling back. This was one of the most raw, most frenzied fucks she'd had, and even the trained performer was having trouble forming any real words.
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It was fuckinggorgeous, the electricity that shot through the young actress' body. Edward's single crooked finger remained below her chin, acting as possibly the sole thing keeping Miley's head somewhat raised while her back arched, her chest down, bra-covered mounds an inch from the floor and her pert little rear raised in the air. He kept her face somewhat up so he could capture everything, from every foulmouthed word to every unladylike grunt, to the way her eyes rolled back in her head now as she got her pussy pounded. Oh, fuck, she looked sexy when she was senseless. "You are sexy ashellwhen you're getting railed, baby," he cooed with a grin.
Meanwhile, the rottweiler cared nothing about his bitch's pleasure or discomfort. He simply fucked her like an animal. Like a beast. His hips slammed in quick repetition, pulling halfway out and thrusting back in again. His body arched over her back. His front paws hooked around her waist, and after only a few seconds of pumping he was already trying to force the knot at the base of his cock into her tight teeny hole.
"Come on Miley, talk to me. Talk to your fans. You have all these girls that listen to you, that watch you.. Tell them how this feels right now. Is it bad? Do you want to stop? Does it feel good? Would you recommend fucking a dog to all the young girls that look up to you?"
Benny cared nothing of the 'interview.' He was a dog; as such, he thrust into her brown-haired vagina several more times, each one pushing, each one straining her more and more with the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft, until finally her copious, lewd juices helped slick him just enough for momentum to help things along. It had taken a number of pumps to stretch the teenager enough to be knotted, but then they'd also come fast, forcing her muscles to accept this new sensation all of ten seconds after the initial penetration.
Edward's hand rose from just the finger beneath her chin to his entire palm now cupping the side of Miley's face. A thumb smoothed over her lips idly while the rest of his hand held her left cheek. "Come on sweetie. Talk to me. Talk to the camera. Talk to your fans. Talk to your new lover. Or, would you rather just roll your eyes and drool on my floor for awhile?" Snickering from behind the camera, he rose his hand to ruffle gently through the young girl's hair. "That's hot too."
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For several moments, there was nothing in Miley's world but a dog fucking her cock and her own increasingly aroused body. Juices flowed freely from her sex, coating the incoming canine member, making the juncture slick. The thrusting had a wet, slopping sound that further indicated that. It only increased as the dog's flesh slapped against Miley's exposed form. She could feel him, so far inside, so deep. Something huge pressed against the base of her sex, and Miley's ignorance came to the forefront then: the girl hadn't the foggiest idea of a dog's knot or its function.
Talk talk talk. "I don't want to stooooop," she cried out, shuddering again. Her head jerked, hair flipping back to slap against her exposed back. "It feels so fucking hot. So tight. I feel so tight. He's bulging against me,' she looked into the camera, her blue eyes blazing with lust. She'd found her voice again. "Feels so good. Oh, yes, yes, yes, fuckingyes!"
She shuddered and jerked back again, hair once more slapping against exposed flesh. More pumps were occurring behind her, and she could feel that thick thing pressing against the entrance of her sex. Then, an even stronger push, and that round thing became apparent. Something large had pressed inside the girl, locking her and the dog into place. The moment it sank inside, Mileyscreamed. The scream would shatter eardrums and could only come from someone taught to project. For her sex had been parted wider than ever, and stretched tight along the doggie bulge inside. Juices flowed freely as the girl jerked and writhed more. An orgasm shot through her, making her eyes roll back in her head, drool starting to leak from her mouth.
He cupped her, thumbed her, and her lips closed about the finger, sucking. "So good, so fucking good," she moaned, before trembling and drooling again, her hips rocking back. Those eyes rolled once more, and she felt her vision swim. This was almosttoogood, certainly far, far too wild for her. Yet she was loving it, loving every inch of the doggie cock sunk deep within her aching sex.
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The young woman's scream took him by surprise, causing Edward, and thus the shot of Ms.Cyrus' first porn video, to go completely off-balance. He fell backward, onto his rear, hand clutching at an ear and eyes wincing while the camera ended up pointing over at a wall. When he recovered two good seconds later the dirty blonde opened his eyes to see the brunette with her eyes in a complete lull and her mouth open and drooling. "Mygod, you little fuckingsiren," he snickered. "Better be careful you don't shatter the lens," he joked. "We don't want to miss the money shot, now do we? A lovely doggie creampie right inside Miley's vagina~ Who knows, maybe you two'll have puppies," continuing the tease.
Benny let out a brief couple of whimpers when the girl shuddered and tightened around him. He lowered his head and turned his ears when Miley screeched out, the sound paining him enough to stop pumping for a moment. Once it had passed, though, so had her reprieve; no sooner would Miley's orgasm have washed over her than the knotted cock begin its pumping again, now urged deep by her orgasmic juice, as if she hadn't already been wet enough.
"Keep talking baby. Talk to the camera. Talk to me. I really love that drawl. Have I told you that yet? Mm... Tell you what, why don't we go ahead and get you all the way naked? I think it's well past time for that." Out of the corner of the camera's shot Edward's hand came in to Miley's face. His right forefinger traced below her lower lip, gathering up a little bit of the starlet's drool that he then brought back to his own mouth, sucking the finger clean and with a smile. "Just think, most actresses charge millions of dollars to show their tits on camera. How's about you be a regular ol' Southern skank an' do it fer free," he teased, doing a mock of the accent.
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The words sounded dim, far away, not part of Miley's reality. Yet she still registered them, if just barely. Puppies, doggie creampie, yes, that was going to happen. She was going to get the role of a lifetime, and that would happen. A throaty yes, nearly as loud as the scream, erupted from the crazed girl's throat then, as wild, frenzied blue eyes sought out a camera.
More pumping, deeper than before. She could swear she felt the canine cock hitting into her womb, disturbing her internal organs. Indeed, the girl's sheath had shifted for the cock, tightening just around it while giving room. He'd thrust forward, the sex would part and allow room, even the cervix seemed willing to part if necessary. Then he'd withdraw, and the sex would tighten around him.
"Mm, yeah, fuck!" yelled Miley. "I'm fucking a fucking dog. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Awwww, it feels so goooooood. So wild. Mm, right there, right there boy. Fuck your little bitch in her tight little pussy. Yeah, slide it on in there. So deep, so uggghhhh," another tremble, another rolling of the eyes. The girl even sank down, her rear thrusting further, almost pressing tight against the dog. A warmth had settled in, bringing its intense arousal and fanning already existing flames within the writhing teenager. "So fucking good. Fuck-- you want to see my tits?" She reached up, fumbling with the bra. In her frenzy, she ripped it, baring the pleasantly perky chest underneath. Two twin nipples of dark, rosy pink were capped almost painfully upon the chest.
"Fuck, I'm, I'm I'm cumming agaaaaiN!" the starlet cried out, her body shaking and jerking, bowing back. More moisture saturated the cock inside her, and the sex again squeezed and rippled, more than welcoming for its doggie invader.
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Every foulmouthed moment was captured on film. Every twitch of her face. Every unladylike groan. What Disney had spent years building with the utmost care, she and her new director sent that house of cards lustfully crashing down in only a few minutes' time. Edward grinned like a son of a bitch behind the small, handheld cam, making sure to keep the modern day princess' face in the center of the shot while filming everything around it. He captured how her ass rose up in the air like a wanton slut to receive her lover's dick. He captured how it was a dog that mounted her, hovering over her form the entire time, making sure there was no room for the viewer's doubt. He captured the bra that she unclasped and slipped down her arms, now fully naked in the lavish office, and he brought the shot down low to capture her face still, the tuft of brunette hair that whipped and fell about, but also now the pair of perky tits Princess Miley was sowing off to the world for the first time.
Who set who off was something Miley would only know, if she had a clear enough head to even make sense of the moment, but the facts were the same regardless -- Miley was orgasming, as was her canine lover Benny. The veiny, knotted cock quickly shot forth and with no real warning, the dog not able to last long inside the teenager's sweet cunt. Hard, creamy white spurts came streaming through her inner walls, crashing against her cervix from how deep he was. With the writhing of Miley's body from her own orgasm, the way her muscles convulsed around him only served to milk the doggy dick within her, greedily squeezing what drops it had left as those final bucks came. When it was all over the knot at the base of Benny's shaft had lessened, making it easy for him to slide out, removing himself from within. He dismounted, paws on the floor, taking only a step back and deciding to stand there, tail wagging calmly.
"Good boy Benny," Edward chuckled, raising the camera up over Miley's shoulder to get a shot of the top of her backend. "Are you all done fella? Such a good boy," Edward said in a light tone. "What about you hon? He did a pretty good job on you, didn't he?" He moved the camera back to her face. "Can you move? Go ahead and lay down. Spread wide. Can you be a brave girl and show me your pink? Show your creampie off proud?"
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Something scalding hot, thick and ropey shot into Miley's quivering sex. She could feel the thick liquid pouring in, filling her up, seeming to jet even into her womb. Muttered words and praises left her lips, and she tried to smile at the creature over her shoulder. The dog's cumming seemed to last forever, as jet after jet entered her quaking sex. Miley could feel her own body milking him, drawing every last drop from his quivering member and depositing in her own quaking flesh. The girl moaned, loud, long and low.
Then he moved, departed her, and Miley nearly collapsed. Almost immediately, she felt some cum starting to leak from her abused sex. Little dribbles of white liquid, just mixed with girlish cum, began to show at the edges of those delicate petals, and a little more began to drizzle out of her. The girl shifted, laying down with legs spread, baring this abused sex to the camera and whomever watched on the other end.
A hand went up to scratch Benny, a muttered "good boy,' following. The breathless starlet looked up at the camera, swallowing and trying again to find the words that always seemed to come and go. "That was amazing," she managed, swallowing yet again. "Can you see it? My little pink's all filled with white doggie cum."
She reached down and parted the lips slightly, and more juices leaked out. The girl trembled as she felt the liquid sloshing inside her, then took a deep breath. Smoky blue eyes met the director, and the voice that asked the next question seemed too husky for the delicate teenager. "Well, Director, did I get the part?"
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Aaand...action!"
The room bustled to life immediately. An open marble floor with columns lining either side, there was a platform raised up one step toward the back where two thrones sat, while the front was where the members of the court and any specially approved guests could mingle. There were senators. There were guards standing at the entrance. There was a lavish red velvet carpet down the center, tapestries draped everywhere, candles in elegant candelabras, colors, scents, sounds, and of course, most importantly, skin. What the set of a production of ancient Rome be without it? Servants milled about the room half in the nude, carrying platters with hunks of cooked, seasoned meat, various fruits and cheeses, or pitchers of wine. One or two were busy being pulled off to a corner, or behind a column, where one of the portly old senators groped the girl incessantly, but this was paid little mind by any of the others. Such was commonplace, and it was not within the girl's decision to refuse.
At the head of the room sat Emperor Ostorius Marcellus II, a man of his forties with short salt-and-pepper brown hair and a slim, but strong, toned form. Dressed only in a pair of sandals, the typical olive branches adorning his hair and a toga that dictated his position through its elegance, the white trimmed with gold around his shoulders and a purple sash falling diagonally along his chest, the emperor sat comfortably on his throne, his back straight and pressed to the powerful chair's own back that rose a good foot above his head. Beside him was his darling brunette princess, a daughter he had always treasured but who now was grown into a woman, and as such a growing object of her own father's desire. Her throne was slightly less imposing, more ladylike, slender and elegant. But right now he wasn't paying attention to her. Right now Emperor Marcellus' eyes were on the male servant who strode several steps into the room, raising his voice above the din to herald the morning's proceedings.
"Good morning to you, my lord," the man stated.
"And good morning to you Roscius. What do we have on the agenda for today?"
By now the volume of the room's various guests had fallen. They still spoke, the tone of the court often light, relaxed and jovial, rarely terribly serious, but it always fell to respectful whispers when the emperor tended to his station. "Sire, we have several people waiting to see you this morning. There is a pair of men who claim the season's rain has not been enough for farming, and has requested the treasury help in providing water, lest prices at market begin to rise. There is a group of renowned travelling entertainers wishing to offer their services to you at your leisure. There is a woman who was caught by our soldiers crossing the Eastern border. They believed her sketchy, and bound her and sent her here to the city. And finally there is a prominent merchant from our city whose daughter has come of age, and he wishes to present her as a potential guest of the court, providing your approval, boasting of her beauty."
"Very well," Marcellus paused then to think a brief moment. "Send in the captive. Let us begin the morning by addressing her, so we may finish it with something more pleasant." He watched Roscius nod, and with a bow turn to walk out of the room. In the interim Marcellus reached over to his daughter, leaning slightly as he took her by the hand, guiding the femininely soft skin to his lips. "My darling, you are as beautiful as ever."
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Action. That meant a dropping of the real self, the reality of that hefty celebrity, and the picking up of the fantasy role created by writers and directors. In this particular show's case, that role seemed to be created out of some dark, twisted fantasy. ForEmma Watsonbecame Princess Caelia the second, daughter of the emperor. The English woman hardly thought that she made a very convincing Roman, with her light hair and her pale skin, but she also was more or less convinced that this show hardly cared about "convincing" the audience of anything, save for perhaps the decadence of the society they were showcasing.
Emma's agent had signed her up for this part, much against her reservations, and promised that Caelia was the untouchable virgin in the role. Indeed, this virginal princess was now lounging upon a throne next to her no doubt lecherous father. Compared to everyone present, Caelia was clothed modestly, even nearly touching an extreme. For her tunic of rich purple wrapped around her lithe body, obscuring most of the frame underneath. It covered those perky breasts and barely even showed flashes of those long, smooth legs. Several pieces of jewelry ordained her form, including hefty bracelets, a pair of anklets, earrings, a neck adornment that attached to the toga, and golden bits wrapping about exposed upper arms.
Though none would doubt the princess's beauty. For her young face looked sculpted by the gods, with those brown eyes drawn to attention by dark around them. Beautiful hair curled about her shoulders, framing her and seeming to enhance the overall image. Emma, being the consummate actress, embodied the character to such an extent that one could easily forget her other roles.
"I do hope you show this one mercy, father," she said, glancing over at her father as he raised her hand. She had a gentle smile, mostly of daughterly affection, but averted her eyes quickly. "Surely your dogs aren't tired of the last bit of meat you fed them, and I imagine the guards are equally sated."
The guards were moving, dragging in a beauty that was much less covered than the English one.Mila Kunisdidn't have the career that Emma did, at least, not quite. The actress was more than willing to engage in things a little more sordid, if it resulted in her advancement, which explained her appearance there. The relatively minor part ensured that she avoided certain scenes (there was talk of bestiality and rumors that Miley Cyrus had even fucked a dog already), but that she still got enough screen time. So Mila became Ziva, fiery, sensual slave girl.
She cursed her captors in a language that none would know (likely created for the show), struggling against them. Her shoulder length hair, still pitch black, looked matted, falling about her sharp features. Anger sharpened her almond shaped eyes, and her already dark features looked more striking, given the exotic look of her. Makeup had been applied to make Ziva more of a vagabond look, though the tattered clothing would show that. A loose toga kept slipping, baring bits of tantalizing breast, mostly a side, and even once sliding enough to just show the soft curve of a ripe bottom. Mila's body was perfect for the slave girl, and they showed it to the fullest now. Already there was talk of "branding" the girl, with spots picked out along the flesh for it. For now, there were piercings in her nose and naval that were supposed to speak of her foreign nature, as if the language wasn't enough.
"Father, she seems quite wild," said Caelia. She shifted. "Though quite striking. I could perhaps take her on as a maidservant?"
Yes, the innocent, kindhearted princess wanting the fiery slave girl. Certainly these writers wereinspired.
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"Mercy is at its most meaningful when it is not expected, darling Caelia, just as when mercyisexpected, one benefits from showing a firm hand. Thus is how the people develop an endearing respect for you," Another kiss to that lovely hand of his daughters. He remained like that a moment, head slightly down but eyes looking up to her face, a face that was facing forward, she paying the girl being brought in attention while he yet did not. Emperor Marcellus took this opportunity to seize his darling girl's index finger betwixt his lips, where he gave a light, slow suck, bringing it in until his lips pressed against one of the rings she wore, then just as gradually releasing her from his mouth, glistening saliva remaining in the wake. With a content smile he released her hand and turned in his seat, looking at the...thingpresented before him.
"Roscius? Do notallguests of the palace pay their respect upon arrival?"
"That they do my lord," the man returned with a smirk. Immediately he placed a firm grip on Ziva's right shoulder and a just as firm sandaled kicked to the back of her right thigh, just above her knee, shoving her then down to a kneel. The actor connected with the blow, a strike that was indeed as real as it looked; the director had insisted to everyone beforehand that if they did away with stunt doubles it would allow for better, more dynamic shots, the same reason the actresses were actually going to have all the on-camera sex with their faces, crotches, their pink, literally everything showing -- it was something simply not done in entertainment yet, and as such should make a big difference in both the ratings and the award season. He believed so, anyway. And this entire thing was his baby.
"Splendid," the emperor exclaimed, faux joy overtaking him as the foreigner 'knelt' right before the step of the raised platform. "Now, being as she chooses to spend her breath on rubbish, I shall simplyhaveto manage my best interpretation. ...Why, I do believe she is quite the primal one, and requests humbly to be tamed!" The emperor smiled to himself. He then thought over his daughter's words, considering them. "Maidservant? Hm...well, she is either to be a slave or a sacrifice, no doubt. She is too pretty for anything else. Considering her foreign nature she is surely a heathen, and if we were to make her tomorrow's sacrifice instead of that other girl that would then be two birds with one stone -- pleasing the gods, and tending to the rodent problem our borders seem to have. But a servant? Again, she is pretty enough, dear Caelia, but is she tame enough? I would not feel comfortable assigning her to someone so fair and important as yourself until obedience could be assured. ...Shall we beat her? A whip speaks in a language universal. Perhaps you would even care to yourself?"
The emperor snapped his fingers as a servant girl passed by behind the dark-haired wild child and the palace guard. She looked over to Emperor Marcellus quickly, and with his confirming nod she immediately ascended the platform to come to his side. There she bent her knees, lowering the platter to him that she held with glasses of wine that were already filled. With one hand snatching up the glass and the other giving the servant girl's bottom a light, approving pat, Marcellus took a long sip of the wine while he thought. The girl went around front and bent her knees beside the princess next, offering silently while she was there.
"I will make you a deal, dearest Caelia," he said after a full gulp, eyes on the fiery-eyed captive. "You have until tomorrow eve to make a slave out of this animal. Break her, and by the gods see to it that she is cleaned and presentable. Take her nowhere without guards present, as I do not trust the look in her eyes, and would not have harm befall my beloved princess. ...Tomorrow at dusk you shall present her to me while we feast, either ready to convince me that she is irrevocably yours, or you shall present her to me to insist she be added to the sacrificial pyre. Do you find this agreeable?"
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Caelia sighed, tolerating her father's affections. There were times when she worried about him; for a father, he acted much, much too affectionate toward her. Still, she listened intently as he explained his reasoning, finding herself agreeing somewhat, even nodding reluctantly. Merciful and benevolent she may be; stupid, she was not. Putting herself in close contact with a wild woman would be a risk; it was simply a risk she was willing to take.
Ziva, meanwhile, hissed as she went down on her knees. Mila nearly regretted the "no stunt doubles" clause, but it was to make things more believable. She could hardly fault them for that. It definitely made her hiss of pain more real, and those eyes, still flashing with anger, looked up at the royal couple, promising pain the likes they'd never felt before. Naturally a guard lowered the unruly woman's head, and again, Ziva hissed her displeasure at such an act.
The hissing startled Caelia, as it did nearly every noble there. Her eyes went wide for a moment, but determination crept in soon after. Caelia was supposed to be the naive light of hope and grace in this desolate realm. "I'm certain I can make her much more tame, father. Guards, take her away and begin bathing her. I will attend more thoroughly to her training as soon as my father deems it appropriate."
The guards would not their agreement, before dragging away the still struggling Ziva. They would go offstage where Mila would allow herself to be cleaned slightly, possibly prepped for a later scene with Caelia. For now, the throne room was prepared, a servant coming forth to ask his royal emperor what he wished to attend to next.
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The hiss, the aggressive body language, the wild eyes of this young piece did nothing to unnerve the emperor, but his displeasure in the thing was clear upon his face. A scowl was the response Ziva would get, and if it wasn't for his daughter beating him to be the first to speak, Ostorious Marcellus would likely have ordered a spear to be stuck up the trollop's backend till it jutted from her teeth -- no one disrespected him, not even an animal.
But she spoke, and with a glare at the girl he let it be. He was still surprised Caelia had expressed an interest in this foreigner; if this was what would help the young woman come out of her shell, then so be it. "If your taste indeed runs for the fairer sex, dearest, do see you develop better taste." He continued his firm look toward the girl as the guards dragged her off.
"My lord," Roscius began. He glanced only briefly to Ziva as she was dragged off kicking and yelling unintelligibly. Looking back to the emperor, he continued, "My apologies. She had not proved so difficult before just now. I'll see to it that Princess Caelia's wish be carried out," with a polite nod to her. "Would you care to adjourn after that display, or shall we continue?"
"Continue," he said, answering right away. "I would not let such a beast soil my day. But perhaps we should find something more pleasant to fill our time with. Tell me, you said something of another girl?"
"Yes, my emperor. There is a young lady to see you this morning -- lovely face, buxom bosom. She is the daughter of the head of the merchant's guild, Quinctilius Petra. He is here as well to present her."
"Very well," Marcellus replied with a wave of a hand, a smile on his face, "send them in."
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Continue. Caelia settled back in, fighting against a grimace at her father's statement. It wouldn't surprise Emma to learn that her character had been made into a lesbian, and she was most certain that there would be scenes involving two women together; in fact, the setup for Caelia and Ziva practically begged for it. Still, Emma pushed that aside, focusing on what unfolded before Caelia's eyes.
Priscillawalked in, following her father's footsteps. The older merchant looked like one would expect an older merchant to look. Bits of gray were already sneaking into reddish hair, and his body had gone soft years ago. He bore a slight resemblance to the stunning redhead that followed in his wake, but it was clear that she took after her mother. Said redhead also happened to be garbed according to her class: the white toga wrapping about her, baring perhaps more skin than was historically accurate. Said skin was of a pale white color, just dotted with freckles here and there. Priscilla's makeup had been done well also: her lips almost bright, her blue eyes outlined with dark that made them pop.
As they approached, both fell before the Emperor. Quinctillus spoke, begging forgiveness of the emperor, insisting that he didn't mean to disturb his or his daughter's day. He had merely brought forth his daughter, as he knew the emperor liked to fill his court with beautiful women. Indeed, you only had to look around to realize the truth of that statement: over half the court consisted of nubile females, with a dashing of strapping young men, and about as many older men as there were females. Decadence in form.
"Please, great emperor," said Priscilla, fighting against a smile at the cheesy dialogue, "indulge in my whim and allow me to become one of your great, established court. I promise," she looked up and met his eyes, smirking, "not to disappoint."
Per the script, Priscilla let her eyes slide, glancing toward the head senator, whom she knew she would be paired with. She was to leave the "untouchable" emperor to his new concubine (and daughter, something that Lindsay knew about, even if Emma didn't). That left her the next one in power, and Priscilla was willing to seize what power she could.
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"Ahh, Quinctilius!" The emperor actually rose from the throne where he'd sat, greeting the man while standing on both feet, which made for something of an uncommon moment in the throne room. Smiling, he'd started toward the man, but before he could reach the end of the platform of even say another word both the older merchant and his daughter were kneeling. Marcellus fell quiet; he knew well and enjoyed this ritual often, how people addressed him, but this time he allowed it simply to not unnerve the pair. When they were done he took a step or two more forward, descending the single-stepped platform himself. "Rise, friend, rise," plucking the man's arm with his free hand, lightly urging the movement. "How long has it been? Five months? Seven? You mustn't come greet me by standing onceremony, dear friend," all said with a warm chuckle and a lighthearted smile. In truth, the men were more good acquaintances than friends, but their respective roles as Emperor of Rome and Head of the Merchant's Guild encouraged a pleasant rapport. Additionally, though Marcellus was tactful enough to not look at the girl directly yet, he was well aware of what was being offered him, and that certainly had an affect on the man's mood.
"My lord," Quinctilius said excitedly, rising to a stand. "Are you -- is this alright?"
"Of course it is," Marcellus explained, "but whatisn'talright is this 'my lord' business," he leaning in a bit, a half-whisper, adding emphasis. "I have a sparse few close enough to me, behind all the acting, behind the politics, to be considered friends. These men, they may call me Ostorious. And a gift like such? I received a herald several days past, the messenger you sent announcing you would come. What sort of man would I be if you came, bearing your owndaughter, and I not consider you one of these friends?" Smiling widely again, his voice rose back to its full, and an arm wrapped around the merchant's shoulder. "So it is Ostorious!"
"I- Y-yes, my lord! I mean, thank you," a hesitant pause, "Ostorious! You do me a great honor."
"No less than you do me," he said, removing his arm to give the salt-and-pepper redhead a friendly poke to the chest. "In fact, tomorrow you are an honored guest. I am having a feast tomorrow eve. You and your daughter are both invited to share the same table as I."
"My lord!" Quinctilius smiled brilliantly. Out of an uncertainly of what to do with his hands, the man simple held them together above the rounding of his stomach, rapping his fingers together gradually. "It would be a delight! And perhaps then we could speak some of opening up the northern border to allow caravans through again? You had said some time ago that when the recent war ended the guard on the border could be rela-"
"Yes, yes. Tomorrow! Tomorrow, my friend, lest we forget about the beautiful peach which you have brought me!"
"A-ah, yes, m-my apologies," he said with a chuckle. "Yes, yes. I never doubted that you do remember. But yes. This is Priscilla, my dear friend. I would give my darling daughter as a gift, to further the decadence of you and your court, if you would have her," all said with a slight, polite bow.
"Hello Priscilla," Marcellus said, plucking the girl's hand and raising it to his lips for a kiss. He smiled wide, staring right into her eyes the entire time. "I do remember you. Do you remember me? You were only nine at the time we last met. ...Do you share your father's wishes of joining me and my court? Or does your heart reside elsewhere?" At the mention of her heart, right on cue, the emperor's eyes dropped shamelessly to the cleavage she so generously bore. And, also on cue, he 'accidentally' tipped his wine glass forward, allowing a bit of the purple liquid to dash upon Priscilla's left shoulder, where it quickly began dripping down past her collar bone. Marcellus was quick to lean in close, tilting his head so that he might lick it up, shame having no place in Rome. Not when it meant foregoing pleasure. His tongue snaked past a set of wide, grinning lips in a slow trace up the developed young woman's pale, exposed skin, licking the drop of wine up the trail whence it came. Soon enough Lindsay would be paired with someone else, but for now, the man had to admit, this first scene was one he'd been looking forward to, giving himself and his acting abilities to it fully.
When he reached the top of her shoulder his tongue stopped, but the closeness didn't. Raising his lips then to Priscilla's left ear, Emperor Marcellus spoke to her in a close, warm-breathed whisper, his mouth right upon her, "If this is truly your wish to be here, to be a part of all this -- yours, not merely your father's -- then I would like for you to show me." Grinning, "But ah, how?... You know what comes to mind? You may not see much of your father from now on, if you stay here with me, little Priscilla. You'll be quite busy with...courtly affairs." His free hand reached behind her, caressing the pale white skin the toga left open on her upper back. "So why not give him a proper send off, mm? Have you ever taken him into your lips before, dear? ...I think a daughter that loves her father is a beautiful thing." The camera was on both their faces, hers from the front and his from the side. Standing, straightening himself, his voice picked back up to its normal volume, no longer a whisper, "Oh, and do feel free to pull down your upper half if you find things are getting a bit...hot. It looks like you have some lovely tits, Priscilla. Why deny the room of them?"
Leaving her on that question, Marcellus smiled wickedly and turned, heading back to his throne. He retook his seat, settling in for a show. "Beloved daughter, would you care to sit on Daddy's lap?" A sip of wine, and a wide, wicked smile.
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Priscilla watched her father bobbing and scraping for the emperor, and she nearly smiled. Nearly, because she too wished to climb further in the social strata, and the only way to do so was by obeying the emperor's commands. If it meant that she had to perform tasks that most would find unseemly, well, that was to be expected. Priscilla knew she couldn't become a concubine, nor did she wish to, but she certainly hoped to advance herself enough to be a presence in the court. The girl's eyes darted to the princess, and she licked her lips. For Lindsay was thinking of a scene later on. Oh, if only Emma knew how many lesbian scenes they'd written in for the princess character. Lindsay knew she got at least one particularly kinky one, and there was a planned contest between her and another girl later as well.
Time enough for that later. Priscilla felt something wet touching her shoulder, and she turned to see the red splashed against her speckled white skin. Her breath was coming short as she stared at the emperor, admiring the man's sexuality. The cast was most certainly sensual; they'd done remarkably well at that. So while Lindsay might not be looking forward to seeing each of these people naked, she was certainly looking forward to performing with them, if not as much as a certain Southern belle.
"I remember you quite fondly, my emperor," she said, careful not to take her father's blessing of name. She was already trembling from the pleasures, and glad that she favored older men as well as girls. This applied to both character and actress, and both were smiling at her father. "We've never been quite that close, but I really should give my father a proper sendoff."
Without any more warning, she sauntered toward him, dropping gracefully to her knees. Her skilled hands extracted Quinctillus' cock from his toga, admiring the thing while her hands worked it. Priscilla moaned with the heady pleasure, mostly at knowing she was doing this before the truly lecherous emperor. It was what needed to be done to advance; she would do it. In fact, a hand was moving to undo the top of her toga, baring those pale breasts to the air.
Emma jerked as she heard the line, almost forgetting that she was actually in character. Caelia smiled at her father, putting on a pleasant face. Thankfully, both actress and character were supposed to be slightly uncomfortable, but still willing enough to take perch upon the lap, which she did so now. The toga was tugged to cover things, as Caelia remained the bastion of proper behavior in this den of debauchery.
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Yet the bastion that she was had now perched herself upon the lap of the very lion who ruled this den. As she settled upon his knee Marcellus slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her more fully onto him with his arm. This brought Caelia not only right up against his chest and hips, but to the center of his lap, where she would find herself seated upon an arousal that was mild now, and consistently growing as he watched the scene continue over Caelia's shoulder. As the man's mind slipped in and out of character, he soon became quite hard beneath her, unable to escape the realization that this wasn't just a script, that he legitimately had Emma Watson perched upon his lap, and that they were going to sit like this while they watched Lindsay Lohan gobble a thick, fat cock. And if all that wasn't enough to make the moment a fun one, it wasn't like these togas restricted the rising of his member beneath her in any realistic way, nor did actor or actress get to wear any sort of modest undergarments beneath their loose clothing. Everything was about method acting with this director they had, not only on the set, but even back in their trailers; heck, he'd even heard rumor that in the actress' contracts they weren't allowed to wear so much as even a pair of panties that he hadn't personally approved!
"I want you to watch this, sweetheart," he whispered, using the same lustful tone he'd whispered to Priscilla with a moment ago. "I want you to see how a big girl acts when she really loves her father." His hand smoothed back and forth upon her belly, caressing over the fabric of Princess Caelia's toga. Watching the scene from over her shoulder, he grinned. Those tits, big, beautiful, and milky white... "She's beautiful, isn't she? Priscilla will make an excellent addition to the women in our court, don't you think?"
Meanwhile, the girl's father was in absolute shock. Here was his daughter, his darling, his little girl, who without so much as a warning had dropped to her knees and reached to her father's pants, snaking his flaccid shaft from within his trousers. "P-Priscilla!" He stammered her name, looking quickly down to the top of her head, then immediately over to the emperor. Then back to her. Then to the several dozen men and women all lounging about the open room, some engaged in their own flirtations and light touching, some watching the scene before them with interest; incest was not forbidden in Rome, but it certainly was a topic that got people talking, and Priscilla Petra sucking off her own father right in front of the emperor, the princess and half the senate would certainly be the talk of every local tavern by the next forty-eight hours. The actor, for his part, of course knew this was going to happen, but you wouldn't know it by looking at his shocked face -- the man was acting, and acting well. What he wasn't doing, however, was pushing her away. Hewasbecoming hard within her lips, and hewaslooking down past her head, to a pair of full breasts that she bared for the entire room.
A short, heady moan passed from his lips. Then a whispered, "P-Priscilla, what are you-" But it cut off. His hands had been held open and at his sides, unsure what to do with them. While his eyes continued to look around confusedly, occasionally glancing down at the pale-skinned chest and the head already bobbing away, one palm came up to lightly cup the back of her head, though it made no motion to lessen or quicken her pace. His legs quivered, knees slightly bent, but the man stood, breathing louder and louder astheLindsay Lohan set about wetting his erect length with her hot mouth.
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Caelia yelped slightly at being dragged back, but quickly smiled, wanting to play it off as playful surprise. It wasn't playful surprise that came from feeling that thing pressing against her rear now. It was only half-hard now, but Emma was betting that every actor here was baring a weapon between their legs, if Priscilla's "father" was any indication. The girl was trying to think of a way out of this, but settled on simply following the script. The show must go on, and all that.
Emma did take some solace in the fact that shehadgotten a pair of panties approved. It had taken a lot of wheeling and dealing, but there was no way that Emma was going to play the slutty character that didn't wear anything. She argued that as a royal, she'd have access to silken undergarments and would wear them as a status symbol. As a result, she got to wear white silken panties that only seemed to further enhance her innocent schoolgirl facade. Still, they proved a thin barrier against things.
Priscilla, meanwhile, had sunk at least half her father's impressive cock into her mouth. He'd almost immediately sprang to full length, as was to be expected when a sexy girl started playing with him. Also expected was the impressive girth and length of him. The man wasn't as well endowed as some of the actors, but likely possessed an impressive enough member to earn some appreciation from the actress.
You could be expecting it, to be sure, but it was highly unlikely that he'd been expecting what Lindsay was doing to him. The girl was an oral expert, and her tongue swirled about now, tracing patterns that most contortionists would be proud to manage. Advantage of being bisexual: Lots of time to practice orally pleasing people. Lips sucked tight, forming a vacuum seal, and cheeks collapsed upon it. The whole length of him vanished into that seal, and Priscilla was able to hold it for some time, her breasts heaving obscenely below.
The words were Lindsay's cue, and she pulled away, grinning up at her father. A little strand of saliva connected her pretty lips to his cock, and her hand continued to work it even as she spoke her lines: "I'm doing as my emperor commands, father. You want a fond memory of your daughter to leave with, don't you? Besides, we do as we are commanded."
Though it was quite clear that Lindsay was going above and beyond the call of duty. Her tongue swirled about, teasing and lathering attention and affection upon the shaft. Her teeth dragged along the shaft as she pulled up, before letting it pop out of her mouth. She blew upon it for a bit, her hand continuing to pump, before again encircling her mouth around it, sinking down. Miley had been good at giving a blowjob; Lindsay was a fuckingmaster.
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Harder than even his cock, the middle-aged actor was suddenly finding it tremendously difficult to stay in character. Briefly he wondered what would happen if he blew it, figurativelyorliterally, and they had to reshoot the scene. But he tried, tried hard to think of something else. Of anything else, anything other than Lindsay Lohan down on her knees, blowing the fuck out of his dick. Groaning heavily, his left palm placed on a column, fingers outstretched, gripping the white marble as he began to lean heavily. Breathing quick, his face red, he looked over to the emperor, his own face asked the question that his mouth could not.
"What is the matter, dear Quinctilius?" Marcellus grinned openly, his voice light and jovial. "Do not be afraid to enjoy your daughter. She is stunning, and you should be proud at the skill she is already displaying -- do not deny her the beautiful experience of having a belly fully of the very seed that created her." He then lowered his voice to a whisper, to his own daughter's left ear. "Do you see this, my sweet? Will you not do something as that for me? Do you not desire to add to the familial love we share with something so wonderful as intimacy?" Caelia's left earlobe was snatched then, lightly, between his teeth, to which he then nibbled.
Quinctilius looked back to his daughter, every breath adorned with an 'ooh' or an 'unngh.' What she'd said...if he'd had time to comprehend it, for this to all settle and to really get into the moment, he would have surely taken her mouth with more enthusiasm than he stood there with now. But, for now, the man stood, allowing her to please their lord emperor, thighs quivering, legs buckling just from the way she used her tongue. The sight of the saliva connecting her lip and his dick head in a drooping rope had made the man's sac twitch, almost having him cum on Lindsay's pretty face right then and there, but he'd managed to hold back. The hand on the back of her head never went beyond caressing her hair, but his hips did begin to move back and forth, not nearly as fast as her head was bobbing, but nonetheless it was moving in a slow rhythm.
"Y-yes, my Priscilla," he whispered in a heady tone, "m-make His Grace happy... We do whatever he commands us..." Softly, weakly, breathing as he spoke, "W-whatever he commands... nnghh..." The hand continued to pet the back of her hair, beloved and cherished.
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Caelia shifted again, feeling her father's mounting arousal growing behind her, just rubbing against her. While the actor playing the merchant might be having difficulties, it seemed like the actor playing the emperor could hold himself for quite a while, especially with a beautiful starlet perched on his lap while they essentially watched porn. Emma knew that she was supposed to stay watching the scene, but what Lindsay was doing was appalling to her. Worse, she could feel a part of her getting slightly aroused by the sheer sensuality of it all, and she fought desperately against that feeling.
On the other hand, Lindsay was thoroughly enjoying herself. The script and the other actors hadn't anticipated Priscilla to nearly attack her father. In fact, had this been Mila or Emma on their knees, it likely would have taken some time. However, it was Lindsay, and she was sucking at that cock like she would draw the cum out through sheer force of will. Her lips continued to seal tightly about it, while she once more dived down, taking the thing in its entirety.
A hand rose up then, playing with Quinctillius' balls. They jiggled and toyed with the sac, massaging it gently for a few moments. Another hand was moving back, and a finger was just toying with the old man's anal cavity, getting ready to prod his prostrate. Clearly Priscilla fully intended her father to cum, cum soon, and cum hard. Those eyes danced with mischief as she began humming along the cock, letting the vibrations course along its length.
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As the display before them carried on so too did the emperor's affection for his own daughter increase. Even in public like this, which was just as comfortable a setting as being in private for many Romans, he made no denial of the arousal beneath the renowned actress' bottom. The man wore nothing beneath the toga, per their director, and the toga itself did little to hinder the masculine need. It not only pressed up against the starlet, it pressed up firm, his hands on her body even encouraging her against it moreso. One hand, his right arm, wrapped around the front of the princess' waist, resting his palm lightly on the bone of the opposite side. The other, his left hand, pressed its strong, flat palm upon her belly, where it smoothed up and down, or left and right, caressing the firm, feminine expanse. Were this not enough, Marcellus' hot breath danced against the innard of her ear as he whispered, eyes forward at the display, "Breathtaking, isn't it? How beautiful a woman can look when she sets inhibitions aside, embracing the physical pleasure her body was so genuinely crafted for..."
Quinctilius' position couldn't have been more opposite, his mind split. This was his own daughter! He had raised her, cared for her all her life, and now here she was, sitting on her knees with her tits out in a room full of people, gobbling her own father's cock. ...Why couldn't she have done this sooner? The merchant's fingers laced into his young daughter's hair. For all his hesitations, for all his uncertainties, he didn't even question the how or why of such an expert display of dick sucking coming from his little girl. They had the emperor's encouragement -- nay, the emperor's order! The awkward hesitance lasted, but not for much longer, and even then, it was so quickly drowned out by the moment that it might as well not even be.
"Priscilla," he groaned the name headily. To think, to speak to his own seed in such a tone! But it was all out the window now. She was bobbing like a harlot from the docks, intent on his nut, and intent on it now. The red-and-gray heavyset man bucked in tune with her lips, fucking his own baby girl in the mouth, and every time her cheeks hollowed, every time she pulled her lips back and hollowed them in, with every single bob, already Quinctilius could feel the wrenching in his gut, the tightening of his balls.
When she cupped his balls, caressing them, playing with them, another audible, deep groan passed through his lips. All he could do was continue to grip her hair and pump against her mouth. They hadn't discussed things beforehand, really, but the actor knew this was Lindsay's scene -- much as he wanted to drop character and seriously fuck this girl in the face, this was the most he could do. Even with this, he could only grip her hair with one hand, the other against the nearby pillar, leaning upon it, so as not to block the camera. Mindblowing as this was, to be getting paid to get his dick sucked byLindsay Lohan, he was conscious enough to be sure the camera could capture the way her cheeks hollowed and how the saliva lewdly dripped with every cock-hungry bob.
Then the finger came, probing into his ass. He hadn't expected that, actor and character both. He'd been a stage actor before this, off-Broadway; the fact that he didn't break character right then and there was a testament to the middle-aged man's experience. "Nnhng--ggnnnhh!" It came, literally, out of nowhere. All at once, hard spurt following hard spurt crashing against the back of the teen's throat. Quinctilius' jaw was low, his mouth open wide, but no words came out. His backside clenched tight. His calves flexed, and his hands both white-knuckle gripped at whatever they could, marble pillar and red-hued hair both.
"Splendid!" Emperor Marcellus didn't even wait until the orgasm was through. An ear-to-ear grin accompanied a voice that rose back to its normal level, allowing himself to be heard from his and his Caelia's place on the throne. "Do you see that, dear?" He spoke to the princess, though loud enough that the merchant girl would hear the compliment, "What a wonderful child, to love her father so." Smiling past her shoulder, looking over to Priscilla now, "Ah-ah! Do not swallow it yet, my dear! Come. Come, come kneel before the throne. Come on up, it's alright." Grinning, his eyes on Priscilla, the emperor's hand smoothed down from Caelia's belly to the top of her left thigh now, where it gently began to rub. "I would like to see your mouth, before and after. Wouldn't you, too, Caelia dear?"
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The emperor's shifting wasn't going unnoticed by his daughter. Caelia could feel her father's arousal growing with each passing moment, the daunting hardness beginning to press against her taut backside. Hands were caressing her flesh though, touching that soft skin and lavishing attentions upon her. Caelia shifted slightly, wishing there was a comfortable, tactful way out of this horridly uncomfortable situation. A hand settled on her stomach, and she nearly shivered. Then, to add further to the obscenity of it all, he began speaking into her ear, forcing her attention upon the scene before her. Caelia swallowed and licked her lips; there was wanton delight in what lay before her, though she hardly wanted it for herself.
Meanwhile, Priscilla was giving herself wholeheartedly to her current actions. Her father kept jerking, his hips moving spasmodically. They'd discussed how Priscilla might have had to do something untoward for the emperor, and it had been made clear that she would do what it took to advance them. However, clearly Quinctillus hadn't expected something like this. Lindsay couldn't help but wonder if even the actor was surprised, since the script didn't exactly say "and Lindsay gives him the blowjob of his life."
She slurped almost greedily upon the cock, even letting her lips pull away with a pop, smacking them and smiling up at her father. If her lips pulled away, her hand worked the shaft, squeezing and stroking him, continuing to give him attention. Then a groan, grips on her hair, and Lindsay knew her actions were about to be rewarded. The sudden insertion of the finger was what sent the poor man spiraling over the edge. Despite being ready for it, Lindsay nearly choked on the first blast of cum, and was getting ready to swallow it as it came, only to hear the line from the emperor.
Hold it? Priscilla fought to gather the creamy white in her mouth. A hand went up to her lips, pushing a little loose cum between them and dabbing the area in general. Coyly, Priscilla reached over and ran her hand along her father's remarkably clean cock, giving his head one last squeeze. She then quickly made her way over to her emperor.
Caelia had remained completely quiet, almost stiff, and had watched the obscene scene playing out before her eyes. Then Priscilla was moving closer to her, and within moments, the redhead was kneeling before them both. Those freckled breasts were quite clearly on display, and something about that seemed even more obscene than what happened next. For Lindsay opened her mouth, showing a mouthful of white liquid with a pink tongue swirling in the middle. A brief moment, enough time to ensure that it was scene, and Lindsay closed, swallowed several times, and opened again, showing a clear mouth.
It took all Emma had not to vomit.
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"Fantastic!" The emperor's face beamed. His lips grinned. As she swallowed, first showing the royal family her mouthful of sperm, then again displaying naught but a simple tongue encased within a set of teeth, Marcellus' eyes connected directly with hers. "You see that, sweetheart? Such a good girl, taking care of her father's needs. So selfless..." His palm caressed the top of Caelia's thigh, bare skin smoothing upon bare skin. It did not delve inward, though. The man's desire for his daughter was clear as the day, but so too was the fact that he could order it of her if he wanted -- he didn't want to. He wantedherto want him. "Wonderful, Priscilla," he spoke to the merchant girl again now, eyes on hers the entire time. His smile was an ever-wicked one. "With a desire to please such as you've already displayed, I have a feeling you will fit in quite swimmingly."
His hands began to move on Caelia's body. The one left her thigh and the other her waist, both going to her hips, encasing them in his palms. "Alright sweetie, time to get up." He placed a familiar kiss lightly on her jaw. In an equally gentle tone, he continued, "Up. Daddy's got a new servant girl to tend to." One hand left her hip to give her outer thigh and backside a few gentle pats. This was as good an excuse as any to continue touching her, as if he truly needed such. Once she was risen he also stood behind her. Flashing Priscilla a smile, the emperor turned to Caelia for a moment, "Why not get started on things with your own recent acquisition? Our dealistime-sensitive, after all."
He was back to Priscilla then, looking to her, bending a knee to reach down and pluck her by the hand. "Rise," he spoke softly, standing back up himself, guiding the young girl to do the same with a smile. "My my, youcertainlyhave impressed." A kiss to the back of her hand, eyes still set upon hers. "What say we get you started? Really...get the balls rolling. As one of the lady members of my court, Priscilla, dear, your duty is to any of the other members who desire anything from you, in whatever such vagueness may entail. Mm. Sexual acts, of course. Massages. Serving trays of food and drink. Cleaning the floors, helping in the kitchen...but, oh, those are the things you do when you are able. I have a feeling those will typically fall upon some of the others -- that there shall be a liking taken to you, and more time taken on your back or your knees than actually upon those feet."
Marcellus stepped in close, then. He stepped in close, behind her, and just to her left side; with his left hand he still held hers, and with his right he reached around Priscilla's back, placing his palm on the right side of her belly, partially upon the skin beneath her breasts, partially upon the toga she still wore. "These are the extent of your duties," he spoke on a warmly-breathed whisper, leaning in right up against the girl's ear now. "As for privileges...if you would like to show your emperor what you arefullycapable of, you simply need show up at his chambers, ready to perform." A grin. "For now, though, I would not have any lady of my court dressed in any but what has been provided her. Step free of all you wear. Hand these things off to your father, and bid him goodbye for now, Priscilla. You'll see him again, of course, do not worry yourself with such, but you no longer have a need for any of your 'old' belongings. All will be provided for you."
"When this is done," he continued after momentary pause, "why not mingle?" His hands removed themselves. "Such a buxom, eager young thing as yourself...something tells me you'll make some acquaintancesratherfast." Smirking, his eyes pored over the room. She'd already gained the attention of most of the people with her display so far. The rest? Well, she hadn't even gottennakedyet.
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Again, Caelia winced at her father's words, not to mention her disgust at what Priscilla was doing. Several of the onlookers might be impressed, and one or two were even discussing their appointed turns with the merchant's daughter, but the princess was most certainly not among their number. Nor was she particularly thrilled that her father kept caressing her. Emma recalled that the emperor was supposed to be overly affectionate toward his daughter, but she hadn't realized that the actions would be quite this overt. She was beginning to wonder if she should talk to her agent, see if she could get out of this mess before it grew to be too much. More praises for the slutty merchant girl, and then Caelia was finally allowed to rise, which she did so with a princess's grace.
"I think I shall, Father," she said, bowing to her emperor. Emma traded a last look with Lindsay, who grinned in an almost disturbing manner. Then the Brit was venturing off screen, to be prepped for her next scene.
Meanwhile, Priscilla was sliding her hand within her emperor's, following his instructions. "I try, your highness," said she, inclining her head respectfully toward the man. She kept her head bowed as he explained her duties. Priscilla hadn't heard them directly before, but she was among the most savvy of the characters, and knew full well what was to be expected of her. While she wasn't exactly enthused by the prospect of so much debauchery, she was more than willing to do it. Hence the nod of acceptance.
"I'm certain I can prove my worth," she said. A leaned in head spoke words then, discussing privileges, letting her know that she simply had to show at the emperor's chambers. Priscilla said nothing, but she tilted her head toward him, her eyes and mouth taking on a decidedly sensual appearance. Her expression hesitated for a moment, before she took a step back. Again, her expression turned sensual, as her arms raised. The slick toga slid off her body, baring her trimmed frame. Freckles dotted the paled skin, nearly making her look catlike. The costumers had told the various starlets that their bodies must also reflect their station as much as possible. Meaning that Lindsay's bush had a neatly trimmed appearance to it, but still showed some hints of red fur above her pouting nether lips. The girl's body looked scrumptious, and considering her recent performance, several were certainly considering partaking.
The redhead nodded toward the emperor, thanking him for his grace and majesty, before heading to stroll into the crowd. According to the script, Lindsay was supposed to mill about the people, entertaining both. This was her first time to showcase her status as the bisexual character, meaning she immediately went between a couple, kissing first the female, then the male, both with passion most unseemly.
Yes, she was certain to be a hit at the court.
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She would be a hit at court, a hit on talk shows, a hit on the news... 'Lindsay Lohan proudly engages in bisexual porn' would be the headlines, with people adamantly debating whether there was artistic merit to the show, that this was all just properly, and bravely depicting the day and age, or if it was all some poorly veiled excuse to showcase mainstream actresses and actors in a pornographic sense. ...What did it matter? Everyone would be getting laid, everyone was being paid well, and each of these young women would be a name known in every household. Everybody won.
Everyone except for Quinctilius. Well, there was the fact that his sac had just been emptied, that a generous load of his spunk was now sitting in his little girl's belly, but that wonderful high also served to accentuate the empty look in his face when he watched her and the emperor talking, realizing it would be some time before he saw her again. Would she have blown him all this time? Likethat? How much had been for his sake, and how much had been for the pleasure of their Lord Emperor? He watched the two of them talk, dumbfounded. He watched his daughter's expression change. He watched her body shift, and her toga completely fall. Then he couldn't help but take glimpse of that neat red bush before she turned from her father, unknowingly giving him only that teasing glance that would accompany his thoughts for months to come, and walked off.
Emperor Marcellus gave the girl's pale right cheek a pair of playful pats as she scampered off toward the others. Grinning, a grin that was warm and wicked both, he kept his eyes on Priscilla's bare, freckled back and her rear end as he knelt, taking up her discarded clothing. He didn't look away until he stood, making his way to the merchant -- a man whose generositycertainlyhad placed him in the Emperor's favor. He looked to Quinctilius' face, grinning, grasping the man on a shoulder while holding out the clothes to him with his opposite hand. These had been Priscilla's, before she officially belonged to Marcellus, in the same way that any other at court was his to bid and command, and thus these clothes, of her former life, remained possessions of her old owner, of her father. It took a moment for Quinctilius to even pull his eyes away from the ongoing scene however. It didn't occur until Priscilla had been surrounded by a group of several, thus cutting off his view. At that point he turned to Marcellus, saw the garb, and nodded, accepting it with a long, lost face and nary a word.
As for the girl herself, the chosen pair couldn't have been more excited that she came their way. They had been standing, conversing playfully, the man, Senator Aelius Flavinus, a man of portly girth and only moderate height, with a hand on the waist of a modest-bodied brunette. She'd stood there with a silver platter with similarly silver, elegantly gilded long-stemmed cups and a pitcher balanced with one hand and a shoulder while they'd spoke. Her body was pretty, but average, with simple hips and a short toga that, per her emperor's command, had its right strap down, her small b-cup breast in open view. Her face was a lovely one, though, which, combined with her sweet, shy voice, had been the reasons for her invitation to such an entitled position.
The young woman, Licinia, blushed up until her face was hidden to the camera by the side and back of Priscilla's head as they kissed, though it soon returned promptly after, the blush even deeper. Aelius, her counterpart, couldn't be more excited by the redhead coming over; his one hand left Licinia's slim waist, both hands moving to each side of Priscilla's. As they kissed, his mouth grinning something wicked, several others, mostly men, but a few of the half-clothed female servants they'd been speaking with as well, formed a bit of a curious circle around the three. Lindsay's naked shoulders, back, butt and legs all started to become obscured to the camera as arms, legs and upper bodies clouded together, but that made for a fun shot the director kept for a long several seconds -- the naked actress disappearing within the small crowd, as if engulfed by it.
A slightly raised shot was switched to momentarily, while several cameras came in close, peeking over the shoulders of these extras. Not a single titillating angle nor a solitary drop of cum would be missed.
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If anyone wouldn't care about "bad press," it was Miss Lindsay Lohan. The girl's life had become something of a running joke for years, and she'd rather be known for audaciously diving into a role here than for being a strung out drug addict or desperate lesbian wannabe. Who cared if it was all really a vague excuse to have some Hollywood elites naked and squirming? Certainly Lindsay didn't; she was nearly enjoying it.
Priscilla certainly would be serving the emperor well, though her actress knew that she wouldn't be the jewel in the man's eye. That role had gone to another, though Lindsay was more than happy with what she got. Priscilla got to engage in the most bisexual antics out of all the characters, save perhaps the near lesbian servant girl, and in exchange for truly raunchy scenes of that nature, Lindsay got to avoid the bestiality that may very well become the staple of the princess and the mistress.
For now, Priscilla was enjoying her selections. She was already tugging at Licinia's toga, even as she altered her kisses with the available man. Priscilla was fully aware that more walls of flesh were coming in, and she grinned as she looked about, her eyes dancing.
"Now now," she said, her voice teasing. Her hands were already crawling over Licinia, and she was adjusting the servant girl purposefully. "Ladies first. I'll make sure to get to everyone who wants to."
She leaned over Licinia, "You don't have to worry aboutmerunning out of energy."
Then the redhead would pull the servant girl in, drawing her and removing that pesky toga. Meanwhile, her hands had found Flavinus' member, which she dragged forward. The thick thing would soon be wedged between both girl's bodies, as Priscilla pulled the girl in. The cock had become the meat in their sandwich, and flesh would soon be sliding and grinding over it. Priscilla was already more than willing to show her eagerness to tend to the court's needs, as her wandering hands were seeking out whatever sexual organs she could find.
Soon, all would descend into a near unrecognizable orgy of flesh, with a redhead actress at the center, enjoying every minute of it.
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Licinia officially wasn't the newest servant girl anymore, though despite today's addition, in truth she'd still only been doing this for a week, maybe two. She'd lost her innocence in a perverted game of the Emperor's choosing the day she no longer would be a fishmonger's daughter, and though she'd accepted her role of expected lovemaking to any who wish her company in the weeks since, this was only her second actual orgy. The girl's face flushed brilliantly. Her skimpy attire lowered at the redhead's hands. She felt lips upon lips. She felt bare chest upon bare chest. She felt Priscilla's buxom breasts pressing firmly into her more modest. Her slender fingers slid over top one of the other girl's hands, giving the back of her palm a gentle, momentary squeeze. For what reason she was not entirely sure. It just held there a moment, and squeezed a bit more over Priscilla's palm when she felt the warmth of a shaft between them, sandwiched between their bellies.
Flavinus was not the timid sort; rather, the man was in pure delight. He grinned wickedly. He chuckled openly. His cock, which had already been aroused, now pulsed with full-bodied excitement when Priscilla fished it out of his pants and began stroking. When she brought her and Licinia's bodies around it, the man's palms reached around, gripping into the far side of either girl's hips. He snickered as he leaned in, unpleasant breath dancing a freckled neck -- this was a man of stature, of wealth, of a life where personal appearance was not so pivotal as what he brought to the court. Such was the case for a number of the men here, though not all, born into a lifestyle where inherited wealth and their family's position afforded them greatly. His breath danced upon that pale shoulder and neck and his hands gripped on each girl's far hip. "Well if you aren't the most desirable thing I've seen come in here in some time..." he snickered in a whisper. Each hand dropped, then, one gripping firmly to Licinia's far buttcheek, fingers fully splayed, the other digging into Priscilla's.
The cameras made sure to get as much of his as they realistically could. Some cameramen were mixed in with the crowd, catching what shots they might through the space between bodies. Some were raised up on platforms, getting above-crowd views, and even a complete top-down view. One guy was even filming between peoples' legs, for the interesting shot of the trio standing together from just that point of view. The director made the silent motion for one side of the crowd to move away, and that's where the magic of television came in; the actors would continue as they had, acting, acting like a bunch of Romans starting up an orgy, and now a pair of cameramen could stand freely on an open side of the crowd. People viewing this later on would know nothing; such was the job of the editing room, cutting this all together in a way that would be steamy and seamless. ...What a hard task that would be.
Kisses between the girls started off as peppered, a blushing Licinia placing quick, light peck after quick, light peck upon Priscilla's lips. Flavinus was not new to the lifestyle, and as such, far more aggressive, gripping firm to each's backside while his teeth made way to finding an earlobe. Somewhere along the way the platter and drinks the brunette had been carrying lost their balance in her arms, spilling to the floor. It was somewhere along the way, as nobody truly seemed to care; she'd be tasked with taking to her knees and cleaning it up later, afterward. The girl's free hand reached up to timidly, but bravely reach behind the new girl's neck, hooking itself there. Flavinus, not to be left out, chuckled and asked, "So would you care for it first? Or do you look to taste it after I've had your new friend here?"
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The sheer decadence of what they did intoxicated Priscilla. It was as if she'd spent years restraining herself, not allowing the true vixen to come unleashed upon the world. At least, this is what it would appear to the audience. In truth, Lindsay was relishing the opportunity to tease and flirt, and especially to drag this obviously reluctant girl into something of an orgy almost immediately. Priscilla undulated against her fellow feminine lover, her hands running along sides to stoke a fire. With a great display of dexterity and awareness, the girl reached out to stroke the incoming senator, her hand rolling till it hit the combined flesh of the two females.
"I'm the hottest thing you'll ever touch," breathed Priscilla. She looked over at the senator, her smile a combination of arrogance and lust. Her hand continued to stroke his member, working it up with easy rolls of the wrist. She could already feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pushing her even closer to the other female part of this. His teeth had graced her earlobe as well, and she rewarded him with a loud, throaty moan, one that was certain to be picked up by nearby microphones.
Priscilla descended upon Licinia then, her lips seizing the girl's. Teeth grasped plump flesh, dragging the girl's mouth open for the seizing. Lindsay's tongue soon dominated the other woman's mouth, taking full control over her and the situation. That dextrous muscle flicked the dull one within, coaxing it to life, to dance together.
Meanwhile, Priscilla's hands had traveled down. Clearly Flavinus was into their actions, possibly even more enthused than the redhead. However, the brunette needed... convincing. Thin fingers began teasing around a sex, fluttering about. The nails dragged along the sensitive flesh of the inner thigh, before coming to the nether lips. Priscilla leaned forward, her mouth dominating the other woman as her fingers slid inside the girl. They quickly spread, scissoring the insides even as they began thrusting.
Her other hand was not lax. It continued to stroke Flavinus, actually increasing in pace as the assault on the brunette continued. Priscilla pointed the head toward their writhing bodies, using their undulations to provide further friction for them both. The redhead now had both her partners in hand, and was using those talented digits to what was likely to be great effect.