She's Clueless

"I'm not sure I get it?" Rachel looks at you quizzically, head tilted like a golden retriever who heard a strange noise. The overly close nature of this meeting - along with a meaty paw groping her thigh - doesn't seem like enough of a hint so far.

You consider the taking the most blunt possible route and simply fishing your half-hard cock from your pants and presenting it to her. But, really, what's the rush? This kind of dense naivete could be fun as you continue to explore her body sans protest. You wanted to be in the power position, after all, so why waste the opportunity?

"Oh, that's totally fine. I can walk you through it," you offer, kindly, releasing her thigh. "Basically, I only like to cast my movies with the most dedicated people. Who will see this thing through to the end, no matter what kind of surprises come our way." Rachel is rapt with attention, hanging on your every word and nodding along. Even if she's still lost, she's pretending to follow your ultimately empty words. "We're shooting on location for a few months in a pretty remote location, so we need team players, not divas."

"Well, then I'm your girl!" she said, raising her hand and bouncing in her seat with nervous excitement. You stifle a moan as you watch her breasts jiggle again, almost hypnotizing in the way they pull your focus. "I will do anything and everything to make sure this goes well! It's my first big project that wasn't a comic convention or a bikini shoot."

"I'm glad to hear that," you reply, honestly. "Because I'm going to need you to prove it to me..." Your willpower is waning and your hand reaches around her waist. She continues to smile, but her body stiffens in discomfort and wriggles slightly against your tight grip . "How, um, how would I do that?" she offers with a smile and doe-eyed optimism.

You lift your hips and pull your sweatpants down to your knees with ease as your cock finally springs free to a shocked gasp. "Oh my God!" Rachel's hand shoots to her open mouth in shock.

"Yeah, it is quite the sight," you say, gripping your dick at the base and swinging it back and forth in her direction. "But here's your chance to prove yourself."

She closes her mouth, and looks down at your swaying erection while biting her lip, the perfect encapsulation of innocence teetering over the edge into hedonistic desire. She reaches her left hand out slowly and with some hesitation. Her soft palms grips your dick and it throbs immediately, eliciting a small rivet of pre-cum to leak from the tip. She starts to stroke, slowly, and looks up at you for approval. You nod, and she continues, adding her other hand and working your in a twisting fashion.

"Is this enough proof?" she asks in a tone that makes you feel like it's a genuine question.

"I mean, if this is the best you've got, I'll certainly keep that in mind," I say with an exaggerated frown. "I thought you were capable of so much more."

"I am! I am!" she quickly replies, before bending over at the waist and finally taking your dick into her mouth. Your head leans back, eyes rolling into your skull as you loudly moan. Her inexperience is apparent almost immediately, as she holds in place, tongue flitting at random intervals.

You relish the opportunity to play teacher, and grab her head with one hand, and moving it up and down slowly. You've barely entered her before she's sputtering around your dick, but trying her best with her eyes scrunched in focused frustration. As you work to a steady rhythm, and your dick becomes slick with spit, Rachel starts to find her groove, humming softly as your dick slides between her pink glossed lips.

"Oh, that's the kind of team player we need," you whisper, pushing her down deeper for a moment. "Exactly the kind of energy we need on set." Encouraged by your words, Rachel picks up the pace on her own. Perhaps she's ready for the training wheels to come off?