To get knocked up

You slide your soaking hand from Zooey's pussy as she lets out an almost gleeful "oof." Your fingers are sopping wet when you bring them up to your mouth and slick your tongue around Zooey's goo as it spreads between your fingertips.

**** Zooey watches transfixed. For a second, she slips her hand down to her inner thigh, probably eager to keep at herself, but she pauses, distracted by the show you're putting on.

And her mouth drops when she notices you slowly unbuttoning your jeans.

"Are you afraid?" You ask, pulling seven inches of hard cock from the top of your jeans, sliding the pants down to your ankles.

And Zooey knows the right answer. "Very" She says with a smile, just as goofy and sarcastic as when she walked into the store, what seems like mere moments ago, yet somehow full of lust and submission.

But you're not here to waste time interpreting Zooey's goofy smiles. The star eagerly spreads her pale legs wide enough for you to kneel between them, hold the head of your cock up to her drenched, freshly bald pussy and push it in.

Zooey gasps, her big puppy-dog eyes stare at you, dripping with lust. Her black lips quiver.

And you start to fuck her, one hand grabbing under her plump, pale ass, the other gliding up her body, smearing her juices over her stomach, chest, and eventually hooking your wet fingers into her mouth.

"Mmmm" Zooey lets out a half growl, half moan as you start to fuck her faster, and she sucks on your fingers intently, covering them with her black lipstick.

"Do you like the way you taste?" You ask, feeling amazing as her pussy pulsates and contracts around your cock.

But Zooey doesn't answer your question, her eyes start to roll back into her head and she whispers. "More."

She's turning into a natural submissive, you think, trying to fuck her harder and faster, the sound of your flesh slapping against her flesh, now filling the store.

Her black lipstick smears and spreads around her mouth and chin as her tongue swirls around your fingers. Her whole body starts to thrash, her dark hair flopping frizzily around her face. Her legs wrap around you.

And you keep fucking for what seems like an eternity. "More" Zooey whispers again forcefully.

"I give the orders around here," you say, between breaths, leaning in close to her face.

Zooey's eyes come too again and open as big as you've seen them, maybe shocked, maybe happy you can't tell. "More please?" She says, her voice filled with desperation.

"Try again." You feel as wild and evil as you've ever felt.

"More, please.... sir?" She says, her voice covered in lust.

You keep fucking, talking through your breaths, "Good... but you still... have to be punished... for giving an order."

"Yes sir" Zooey whispers between gritted teeth, her body covered in sweat as you go at her faster and faster. "How?"

You know the answer "With my cum." You start to feel like you're going to explode.

"On my face?" Zooey seems eager.

"You.... wish" you say, grabbing her leash, and pulling it as you finally explode, feeling your cum pour out into Zooey's wonderful twat.

The star lets out a yelp. And you roll off her, falling next to her on the ground. Both of you covered in sweat, smelling of sex, breathing heavily.

A week later you see the headline on a tabloid cover "Star's new look shocks fans." accompanying a picture of Zooey, in black lipstick, and a see-through top. You notice a tattoo starting to crawl itself down her arm, and a piercing through the side of her nose. You've created a monster, you think.

A week after that, the headline. "New Bad Girl Zooey Gets Show Cancelled." You smile again, noticing that the tattoo has been added too, all the way down to her wrist, a total sleeve covering her arm. And underneath another mesh top, you can see a pierced nipple.

You wonder if this means she'll have more free time. You wonder if you'll hear from her again. And you get your answer when the store phone rings, a week later and you recognize the voice that asks, "Is this my master?"

"It is." you smile. Zooey is coming back to you, you think.

"I have news for you, sir." She says

"Is this about your show?" You ask.

"No sir, it's about my baby." She says

You smile. How wonderful, you think.