He doesn't get the chance

Damn, this woman could act. There was a sudden, effortless intimacy in Natalie's voice when she said "us," as if she and Sam really had been carrying on a clandestine affair for a while. She looked away from his cock for the first time, and there was a genuine hunger burning in her eyes when they meet his. It was more than enough to push him over the edge.

Jets and spurts of jizz erupted from Sam's cock, splattering all over his own chest, nearly to the base of his neck. Just when he thought it was over, his balls would clench again, another wave of pleasure would grip him, and another few strings of cum would paint his chest. When the orgasm finally passed and his vision cleared, Sam remembered that he was sitting across from Natalie fucking Portman.

"Uh..." he panted, "I'm so sorry..."

"You had better be!" she scolded him with a wry grin. "You didn't even ask if I wanted that load. This is my first interview today, so I haven't had a drop since breakfast. May I?"

Sam wasn't entirely sure what she was asking, but he didn't want to be any more rude than he had apparently just been. He nodded feebly, and Natalie threw herself between his knees. She pried Sam's hand from his deflating shaft and licked the few drops of cum that had dribbled onto it, then sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

It wasn't a blowjob exactly; she was literally just sucking on his dick, teasing out any drops that got stuck in the barrel. If there had been anything left in the tank, Sam would've cum again then and there, but as it was his hips just bucked into her throat. He was too deflated already for a proper facefuck, and Natalie immediately popped him out of her mouth and went after the mother-load.

She lapped the cum off his chest greedily, taking her time to get every inch of it. It tickled a little, especially when she started humming in content. When she got near a nipple, Natalie paused for a moment to give it a playful little kiss, winking up at Sam one time, and at the camera the next.

Sam had completely forgotten about the camera. Everything they'd done and said was on tape! It would be aired on cable TV within a week and posted to YouTube shortly after. The whole damn world was going to watch him cum all over himself, and then watch Natalie Portman lick him clean. More importantly, his uncle would see it, and he'd be judging his performance as an interviewer. But that's just what interviews were like now, apparently; Sam had no idea what would be expected of him in this strange new world he had made.

Natalie was done far too soon. Once she had checked and double checked every corner and crevice, she rose abruptly and returned to her chair, crossing her legs and folding her hands across them like the dignified lady she usually seemed to be. Sam realized suddenly that he never saw her orgasm, but Natalie seemed perfectly satisfied with a belly full of his cum. She just looked at him a little sleepily and more than a little expectantly.

Oh, yeah. She was here to promote a film...