Do You Want To Be A Star?

The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the woman who had just walked in. Her name was Isabella, a name that seemed to roll off the tongue with an air of elegance and mystery. She was the last candidate for the day, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The day had been long and tiring, filled with disappointments and awkward encounters. But something about Isabella was different.

She was a vision of beauty, her curves accentuated by the form-fitting dress she wore. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, sparkled with a mix of confidence and curiosity. She looked around the room, her gaze lingering on the camera equipment before finally settling on me. A small smile played on her lips as she extended her hand, "Isabella," she introduced herself, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood up, taking her hand in mine, "Pleasure to meet you, Isabella. I'm Marcus," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I gestured towards the chair across from me, "Please, have a seat."

She sat down, crossing her legs, the fabric of her dress riding up slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh. "So, Marcus," she began, her voice taking on a teasing tone, "Do you want to make me a star?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips, "That depends, Isabella. Are you willing to do what it takes?"

She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving mine, "I'm willing to do whatever it takes, Marcus. I want this more than anything."

I nodded, "Good. Then let's get started."

I watched as she stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. She began to sway to an unheard rhythm, her hands moving up to the straps of her dress. She slid them off her shoulders, the fabric slipping down to reveal her lacy black bra. She turned around, giving me a tantalizing view of her back, the curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her hips.

She turned back around, her eyes locked onto mine as she reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She let it fall to the floor, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed from their confines. She cupped them in her hands, her fingers teasing her nipples, making them hard.

She moved her hands down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. She slid them down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, the lips of her pussy already glistening with arousal. She sat down on the chair, her legs spreading wide, giving me a full view of her wet pussy.

She began to play with herself, her fingers sliding up and down her slit, spreading her wetness. She moaned softly, her back arching as she slid a finger inside herself. She began to finger herself, her moans growing louder as she added another finger.

I watched, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, moving towards her. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. I knelt down in front of her, my hands moving to her thighs. I pulled her towards me, her wet pussy inches from my face.

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned loudly, her hands moving to grip my hair. I began to lick her, my tongue exploring every inch of her wet pussy. I slid a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit her g-spot. She cried out, her body shaking as she came.

I stood up, my cock aching to be inside her. I pulled her up, turning her around. I bent her over the chair, her ass in the air. I slid my cock inside her, groaning as her tight pussy enveloped me. I began to thrust, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

She moaned, pushing back against me, meeting each of my thrusts. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I began to rub it, her moans growing louder as she neared her climax. She cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came.

I pulled out, turning her around. She dropped to her knees, her hand moving to grip my cock. She began to stroke it, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hand moving to grip her hair. She opened her mouth, taking me in. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she took me deeper and deeper.

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I warned her, "I'm going to cum," I grunted. She didn't stop, her pace increasing. I exploded in her mouth, my cum filling her. She swallowed, licking her lips as she pulled away.

I helped her up, pulling her into a hug. "You're going to be a star, Isabella," I whispered into her ear. She smiled, her eyes filled with happiness. "Thank you, Marcus," she replied.