What? Don't Let Her Leave!

Usually once you nut, you can find some clarity in the haze and start to focus again. And thank goodness for that as a colossal mistake was unfolding right in front of you. You watch Sydney's ass sway beneath her tightly cinchedd waist as the door shuts behind her and the slam seems to shake you back into coherence. Why the hell are you letting her go anywhere?!

You bound towards the door and swing it open so hard it slams against the nearby wall and startles a group of production assistants huddled nearby. You rush out the door - still pants-less - and bound down the hall a short ways, pushing passers-by out of your way. You can see Sydney up ahead, moving quickly and frantically trying to blot the quick drying cum from her face. "UGH! What an asshole!" you can hear her groan as you get closer. Finally catching up to the busty blonde just before the stage, you reach out and grab her by the arm with your fingers tightly gripping her left bicep. "Hey, what the fuck?" she shrieks as you yank her backwards. "Oh, Jesus, you again?"

"Hey, I thought I told you that you looked better cum covered!" you offer with a smile. "Now, I have to do it all over again!" Sydney is pushed her back to her knees even as commotion continues around the two of you. "Do we really have to do this here?" she asks with a resigned sigh.

"Yeah right ," you mumble as you grab your dick by the hilt and aim it at the right-wing starlet's pink, glossed lips. "Like I wanna waste anymore time." Your tip leaves a smear of pre-cum as it drags across her face from cheek-to-cheek. Sydney grimaces while shifting uncomfortably in your tight grip as she notices a growing crowd of on-lookers. You don't notice the crowd and infer the look as disrespectful, like she doesn't think your cock is worthy of seconds. Well, you'll show her!

You push Sydney's head down even further, forcing her into a crouch while you shuffle forward. Soon, your sweaty, musty balls are resting on her face, covering her nose and mouth. Unable to hold her breath for long, she takes in a deep whiff. "Mmmph, ugh, do you--mmmph--ever bathe?" she muffles through your scrotum.

"No, now suck my balls," you confidently reply. With a resigned sigh, you hear her mouth pop open before Sydney's warm tongue begins to wrap around your hanging sack. "There you go, slut. Show them all how you really got on TV," you groan while leaning back against a nearby concrete wall. Ambient noise slowly dies down as traffic in the hallway stops completely and most of the crew has come to see the spectacle. Your eyes are closed as you luxuriate in the moment, hearing only Sydney's **** sucks beneath you.

As **** as she seemed, Sydney still envelopes your balls into her mouth, sucking hard right away with enthusiasm. Faking it or not, the performance is believable. And if she has any objections to the taste, she keeps them to herself. You can feel her warm saliva dripping down onto your thighs less than a minute after she begins - fervently licking and sucking at your dangling balls.

"Um, excuse me?" comes a soft voice to your right. You look over to see a small, mousy girl in glasses sidled next to you. "Ms. Sweeney is due on stage."

You look over with a laugh. "She's busy," you retort. Without looking down at her, you grab Sydney's hair and abruptly pull her off your balls before shoving your cock roughly into her mouth. "And it's gonna be a while," you finish before starting to pump Sydney's face hard and fast. "Unless you want to help move things along," you say with a chuckle. But to your, the crowd's - and probably Sydney's - surprise, the PA moves behind the kneeling starlet, putting a small pair of hands on the back of her head and roughly pushing forward.

"Whatever gets this over with," she mumbles under her breath. "I don't get paid enough for this shit." The young assistant must have had some pre-existing beef with today's guest because she was quite the harsh taskmaster. She moves Sydney's head back and forth with surprising speed, roundly ignoring the gasps and hand-slaps of protest. The crowd breaks their shocked silence to break into whoops and hollers at Sydney's famous face bobbing over your no-name cock.

Unable to be contained, her tits have spilled back out of her dress and flop against her chest as her body pistons back and forth. Your freed-up hands reach down to take advantage and grab thick handfuls of Sydney's world-renowned chest. Maybe you'll fuck her tits as an encore, you think to yourself. It doesn't look like Sydney will have the energy to fight you on it as her arms hang limp and resigned by her sides. You match your partner's pace with your thrusting hips while being cheered on like you're about to finish a marathon. And all that encouragement and assistance thrusts you forward over the finish line.

"OHHHH FUCK HERE IT COMES!" you roar as Sydney tries to retreat.

"Oh, fuck no. You're not going back into makeup," the PA grumbles before pushing and holding her head down deep. "Don't you spill a fucking drop, either!" she commands with a grin, gleefully enjoying her big of ****. Sydney's sleepy eyes go wide as mutiple volleys of sticky semen fire against the back of her throat. She ruefully follows instructions and swallows as best she can, not a drop escaping her pink lips, smeared with gloss, saliva and precum. Sydney's head is released and your slimy cock slips from the warm confines of her mouth with a soft *pop*. She begins to cough and gag, but can barely be heard over the din of the crowd who erupt into a frenzy. You slide back against the wall, exhausted but satisfied.