Stay with Kristen

You decide to ignore the bell. Of course you do. You're not crazy. You grab Kristen by the hair and thrust your throbbing cock between her lips.

And you skull fuck her at 100 miles per hour, no starting off slow, no easing her in. You push your member against her tonsils and thrust.

Immediately she starts to wretch and shudder. Her soft, famous body convulses. You don't let up. Spittle flies from the corners of her mouth. The sound of your wet meat thrusting against her soft palate fills the room. "Gah, gah, gah, gah."

"See how generous I'm being?" You say. "I'm even ignoring my customers for you." Finally you pull out, giving her a chance to breathe and compose herself, although you feel like maybe that's still to kind.

She pants as if she's coming up from under a deep lake. Slime and spit pour out of her mouth onto the ground.

"Don't let that go to waste!" you say, every dark recess of your mind taking over. You feel like a maniac.

So she does, placing the palm of her hand beneath her lips, letting it fill with the contents of her throat. Once she's done, you grab her wrist, and make her rub it across her face and hair. Suddenly she looks like wet, greasy slut. As it should be, you think, as it should be.

The front door bell rings again. Either a new customer has entered the store, or the one who was there has left in a huff. You don't care.

Time to continue.

You grab Kristen, manhandling her, thrusting her around and onto all fours. You press your hand into the puddle of spittle on the floor, making it wet and slippery, then glide that hand between her soft asscheeks.

And then, again without any pretense of gentleness you thrust in your cock. She gasps and grunts as you ass fuck her as hard as possible. "I'll probably get fired for abandoning my post," you say, enjoying how her tight ass grips your manhood. "But that's how important it is to train you right."

Kristen replies softly, as if she's already too exhausted to speak. "Thank you, sir."

Sir. You like the sound of that. You should have thought to demand she call you that from the start. Well, you'll be demanding it from now on.

You slide your cock out of her ass and spin her around again. Then, grabbing her hair, you pull it back, making her face look up at you. "Don't worry. I have your sweet actor money coming to me." How cruel is that, you think. Not only will Sasha be submitting to you, she'll be supporting you too.

But her face drops. Does she not like this plan, you wonder. "I... I thought you were going to make me quit my job and become your full time fuckpig."

She has a point. You did say that. You grab her face and shove your cock back into it while you think. Again you push it in as deep as possible. Kristen's lips press against your body. Her nose buries itself in your pubic hair. She's not wearing much eyeliner (that will change soon), but it begins to smear with the tears dripping down her cheeks.

It doesn't take long for you to come up with your answer. "Don't worry, you will be my full time fuckpig. But you're a great actor aren't you? You'll just have to act like you're a person when you're out in public."

You take your hands off her head, and she pulls herself off your cock, again wretching, the contents of her throat and now, stomach pouring out between her lips.

"Besides," you say, paying no mind to her suffering. "You still have a Sasha Grey movie to make, don't you?"

Kristen looks up at you with a real mess of a face.