A co-star

"It's for a co-star of mine." Mila says with a tone that seems to suggest she's telling the truth. "An actress I'm working with in a movie."

"Who?" you ask understandably.

"That's private. I won't betray her trust." Mila answers. You grimace, not liking that answer. But you let her go on, thinking you'll get back to the identity of this secret co-star soon. "We were out one day, at a bar after shooting and were a little drunk," Mila takes a deep breath, probably still a little certain to be revealing all of this, "and we started talking about sex and what we like and stuff."

Your cock stirs.

"She asked if I ever deep throated guys and I said 'no' and she went on to talk about how much she loved to. How she was never happier when she had a cock deep in her mouth. Something about being in control but submissive at the same time."

You breathe heavily. You'd love to know who this is.

Mila continues, herself squirming a bit. You wonder if she's getting turned on by her own story. "I told her I really couldn't because... well..." She stops. The room is silent for a long while. It's as if she's reached the realization that she'll have to reveal something she doesn't want to. But it's too late now. "I couldn't because I have to have a big guy."

"A big guy?" Your curiosity is piqued.

"I just..." Mila squirms some more, embarrassment painting itself over her dark pretty features. "It's not my fault. I just need a big man. I have to have a man over 8 inches or else... nothing."

It shocks you a bit. Mila is such a small girl, you wonder how she could handle such a thing. And it's hard not to feel like there's a little opportunity opening up for you.

Mila takes a deep breath. "So she told me that she'd teach me how to deep throat even on a big cock. And the cost was I had to get her a DVD and something to practice on."

Your pants feel like they're about to bust. "So the purchase is a little bit for you too?" You smile. Mila gives you a shy look. "Is that all?" you say almost benignly, not expecting that there'll be more. But Mila goes on.

"Well... almost. Afterwards, we were so drunk." She smiles a bit, laughing, still embarrassed, we went back to her place and she popped in one of her deep throat DVDs and I fingered her." She stares up at you with her sultry eyes.

"You what?" You have to know who this actress is, you think. The image of Mila fingering another famous Hollywood star is too much to pass up.

"Well I felt like I had to do something. She was just getting so into it..." Mila fidgets. It's clear she's getting hot.

And you figure you have as good a chance to broach the subject again. "And who was this other actress?" You ask as if you're bringing it up for the first time.

Mila stares at you. You wonder if sharing this secret story has turned her on, whether she'll want to share more secrets.

"I'll make you a deal." You feel very confident. "If you tell me who this actress is. I'll tell you a secret."

Mila bites her lip. The air is thick with anticipation. You feel like you want to burst out of your clothes and take Mila right there on the counter. But you can't really be sure she feels the same way. So you wait for her answer.

And wait.

And wait.

You don't want to rush her, but aren't sure how much longer you can stand the silence. As you're about to say something Mila finally speaks up, in a whisper, "Okay... you first."

And you smile.

"Okay. My secret. I... I'm one of those large men you're talking about." There was no doubt you'd share anything else. Mila looks at you doubtfully. You nod. "I'm serious."

"Are you bragging?" Mila asks, trying to be confident. Trying not to look like she's being overcome with lust. But you know what a lust-filled girl looks like.

"No more than you're bragging about seducing a famous actress."

"I don't believe you." Mila rubs her neck, and the top her chest nervously.

"Well... That's my secret." you answer. "Now it's your turn. Who's the actress"

"No." you almost hear Mila's voice stammer. "Not without... proof." You look at her curiously. "I want proof of your...."

You step out from behind the counter and take a quick glance around the store. Generally it seems empty. You start to unbuckle your best, noticing Mila's eyes starting directly at your crotch. It's pretty clear, that your visibly hard cock is huge.

But you decide that's not enough. If she wants proof, she get's proof. And within moments your pants are unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down around your ankles. Your big thick cock hits the air, fully exposed to Mila.

She gasps, and then almost instinctively takes a step forward toward it, before catching herself and stopping again. She stares at it, her sweet lips parted, breathing in the warm air.

"Who was the actress?" You ask again politely. Mila doesn't answer. She just stares, teeth clenched. "Mila!" you try to break her gaze.

"I need it" she whispers, almost uncontrollably. You figure she's probably used to getting whatever she wants. And smile. This situation has gotten absurd and quickly. So quickly it's been easy to roll with it without being distracted by the fact that the beautiful Mila Kunis is now demanding your prick. "You can have it." You say, "just tell me... the actress from the story."

And Mila offers her name easily.