Your naughty fantasy comes true

For a long time you have had an obsession with Scarlett Johansson. You first saw her in Michael Bay's The Island and found her enormously hot in her role as Jordan Two Delta, even though you had never heard the actress' name at the time. She was 21 years old at the time and you were two years younger. For the next few weeks you jerked off every day thinking about the gorgeous blonde. It was unbelievable how sexy her body was, so thin and yet so big tits, those hot legs and that perfect ass and that blonde ponytail. Just thinking about her made your cock hard as a rock. Why didn't the women around you and at your school look so awesome? And how do you think the guys at Scarlett's old school reacted to her looks?

One kinky fantasy followed the next. You always knew you'd never have a chance to meet her or fuck her, let alone as hard as you'd like. But now everything has changed. Years have passed and now this strange artefact allows your most lustful dreams to finally come true. Your most perverse fantasies about Scarlett are finally within reach. You close your eyes and already the world is changing to reshape itself to your desire.

It is 2004, a year before "The Island" was released in the cinema and your obsession with Scarlett began. The film shoot has not yet got off the ground and the castings are just taking place. You have no idea how it went in the real world back then, but it doesn't matter because this is your reality.

Scarlett is standing outside the door of an office in a large studio building in Hollywood. She takes a deep breath. Two days ago she was at an audition for a new film by Michael Bay. It went quite well, but she doesn't have any acceptances yet. Hopefully that will change in the next few minutes. To give the producers the benefit of the doubt, the hot blonde chose a rather skimpy outfit: Leather mini, ankle boots, tight, bellyless top under a skimpy denim jacket, a bikini underneath instead of underwear. She doesn't want to take any risks - at least in your imagination.

Scarlett takes another breath, then enters the office. It is large and expensively furnished. A fat, greasy old guy with a bald head sits behind a desk and grins insinuatingly when he sees Scarlett's outfit. Unabashedly, he licks his tongue over his bulging lips. "Ah, Miss Johannson, close the door and come closer." He stands up and points to a chair in front of his desk.

Scarlett does as she is told. As she closes the door, she hears a short, automatic click. Has the door just locked itself? She doesn't know, but she doesn't care. Just the first glance at the producer has told her all she needs to know. The guy will want to fuck her, but she's actually already expected that. The casting couches of Hollywood are an open secret. Big, famous actresses don't have to frequent them, but for a nameless young actress like her, they're standard procedure in Hollywood. "Thank you very much, Mr. Jenkins, for giving me the opportunity to audition with you in person. It's a great honour," Scarlett breathes honey-sweetly as she approaches him. It certainly doesn't hurt to flatter the old fatso a little.

She extends her hand in greeting and he takes it immediately, but not just to shake it. Instead, he jerks Scarlett towards him until their bodies press against each other. Clearly, Mr. Jenkins is not willing to waste time. His bulging fingers wander greedily over Scarlett's slender body, grabbing her wasp waist, pelvis, travelling up her back, then back down to her hot bottom.

"Oh, Mr Jenkins, what are you doing?" breathes Scarlett without resisting. "Is this method acting for my part?"

The fat guy glances at her, then smiles. "You seem to be getting the hang of things. You're obviously not only smoking hot, but smart. That's rare." With that, he grabbed her denim jacket and jerks it down. "And since you're not bitching, you're obviously willing to spread your legs for the part. Get down. And suck my cock."

"Just as you wish," Scarlett moans. You witness the hot actress slide down onto her knees in one lascivious motion. You are invisible but at the same time everywhere in the room, able to watch the action from all angles at once. Slowly Scarlett runs her hand over the fat producer's trousers, rubbing the bulge that has formed in them. With a sudden change, it gets quite a bit bigger - not just from Scarlett's touch on the trousers, but from your will. "Wow, that's a big one, I'd say. A real star," Scarlett breathes and frees the hard rod from the trousers with practised fingers. A good 12 inch long pole jumps out at her. Scarlett breathes heavily. She obviously didn't expect this.

"If you want to be a big star too, you better get busy, Blondie," the producer comments.

"That sounds good." Scarlett clasps the thick cock with her filigree hand and begins to wank it first, eliciting a lusty moan from the fat guy. Her fingers run up and down the rock-hard pole as the up-and-coming actress leans forward and opens her mouth. In the next moment, the blonde's seductive lips enclose the old man's balls and suck on them as she continues to jerk his cock.

"Ohhhhh...", the producer moans out, simultaneously aroused and surprised. "Oh god, yesssss, you slut." He enjoys the treatment of his sack for a few moments, which Scarlett spoils with her lips and tongue, then he grabs her hair roughly and tugs her head back by it. "You're a horny, dirty slut. I'm going to cast you very extensively. Let's see what you can take." With that he pushes her head towards him and shoves his cock into her mouth. Before ScarJo can react he starts to fuck her face. With brutal thrusts he rams his cock between her lips and down her throat.

ScarJo gasps with surprise and discomfort, trying to concentrate. She doesn't particularly like what's happening here, but she doesn't fight back. You are the whole room and you have an overview of everything and at the same time you are very close and see the displeasure in her eyes. She gasps around the big, rock-hard cock, which pushes deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat and mercilessly fucks her hot lips. With an iron grip, the producer holds her head and rams his pelvis back and forth. Minute after minute he uses her seductive mouth to satisfy himself. Wildly and greedily he helps himself to her sexy lips. Then he pushes Scarlett away from him. The blonde falls to the floor coughing and gasping for air.

"Not only do you look awesome, you seem tough. And you didn't even try to stop it, although I bet you didn't enjoy it." The way the producer says it, it kind of sounds like a compliment - a rather disgusting, sexist compliment. Before Scarlett can reply, he pushes her down on the carpet, leans over her and rips the top off with his thick sausage fingers. When her big, firm breasts are just in front of him in a skimpy bikini, he nods greedily. "With an outfit like that, I guess you were expecting to get down to business. I won't let you down then, slut." He sits down on Scarlett's flat stomach, slides his thick, long tube under her bikini between her breasts, squeezes them and begins to fuck her. "Go on, tell me you were expecting this."

"I... I was expecting to get fucked...," Scarlett breathes. It's the truth, but she's still a little hesitant to say it. She gasps under the weight of the fat guy sitting on her stomach, pinning her firmly to the floor.

"And you're willing to put your hot body down to get the part?" Harder and harder the producer kneads her breasts and fucks her tits. The bikini slips, exposing the already barely covered boobs.

"Yes, I want that role so bad," Scarlett confesses, "no matter what I have to do for it."

"No matter what you have to do for it," the proudzent repeats, grunting with horniness. "Well, let's see..."