Karen Fukuhara, ARE YOU READY!?

"ARE YOU READY!?" Karen Fukuhara shouted into the camera. Her excitement to promote the new season of her favorite gig showed in her huge smile, her squinted eyes, her raised eyebrows and the wide arch of her hands rising outward from her crotch. That last part was scripted, not that she minded. Anything went for showing her enthusiasm as part of her paid promo work that doubled for getting her name and face out there.

If she knew the real purpose of this taping, she would have been less cheery. What she also didn't know was that less than one minute of it would get used for what she thought. The rest went to a special tier of Amazon subscriber. They bought and paid for the remainder with their thousands per month subscriptions. Across the world, they watched live as the gritty background slid away to reveal a dark alley complete with flickering lights, wet ground and an open dumpster.

"I can't wait for you to see our new season of... of..." Karen paused when a cool breeze passed over her. She sniffed and screwed up her face, smile quickly turning into a scowl. "Eww, what is that smell?"

"THE BOYS!"

Karen didn't have time to react as a trio of masked men rushed her, ripping off her black shirt, yanking off her pants, and lastly tearing off her underwear to show her tiny titties and bald but thick pussy. She would have covered up, if two arms hadn't pulled her over her head by the wrist and two more **** her to her knees with her legs spread. The camera followed.

"What are you doing!?" She protested. "Stop. Stop!"

"Ain't she supposed to be silent?"

"Yeah, Kimiko's a mute. She's messin' up already."

"Let's help her stay in character then."

Her next attempt to wail gave an opening for the free man to shove his dick into her wet and waiting mouth. As a brown belt, maybe she could have taken them if she had some warning, instead of taking their cocks. Another found her tight flat ass, forcing her to raise her hips while leaning backward to handle her face fucking. It wasn't until she had it pumping between her lips that she realized what irritated her nose so much: the scent of jizz. They must have been backed up and eager for today, holding all they had in to unload on her in this moment. Her squirming to the jabbing of her anus drove her into a recline, even more defenseless and easy to manage, allowing the third guy to drop his balls on top of her head and rub them around her beautiful hair. It pained her to feel his pubes mixing with the hair job she spent hundreds on just that morning, all for a different hair job.

And the film kept rolling and streaming to Amazon's VIP viewers. With multiple camera angles and free control to go wherever they wanted among them, plenty had perfect timing to see when the man in her mouth pulled out and basted her whole face with his cum.

"Oh, ugh, gah!" Karen sputtered while it blinded her and clogged her mouth. Her spitting couldn't keep up with the flow returning it across her tongue and down her throat. The reviled taste coated beyond any escape she could hope for, touching every taste bud and filling the gaps of every tooth until it was just a huge glob of white. Any hope she had of being rid of her jizz treat ended when the man behind her shoved a ball gag into her gaping maw and strapped it tight.

"There you go! No more slip-ups. Don't wanna waste too much time on reshoots."

Her protests turned into whines, whimpers and growls, alternating between the three depending on what stage the dick in her ass reached. Pinching of her little nipples brought out more of a sharp soft squeal that her huffing and puffing through her nose couldn't hide.

This was just the start of what would be hours upon hours of special promotion. With sperm oozing down her hair in spurts and her cheeks flexing at attacks from behind, her image settled in the center with special branding toward the bottom of every viewer's screen.

THE BOYS
ARE YOU READY?