Agree to swallow

You cast an uneasy glance towards Willy, who is gazing at you with way too much excitement when it becomes apparent that you're not agreeing with Murph on the facial right away. "Uhm", you say, seeing Willy's grin grow wider on his encouragingly nodding face. "I- I guess I could swallow", you offer cautiously.

Willy pumps his fist in the air, smirking wildly. "Yes! You heard 'er, Murph. The girl wants it down her throat".

Murph is rubbing his face in a gesture reminiscent of a facepalm, but he relents. "Alright, I guess we'll have to go with that. I don't have time to argue, so go ahead and drain his balls dry", he tells you, his voice a little colder. He indicates to a spot on the floor. "Okay, Marcy. On your knees over there", he instructs, before starting to bark orders at the technical crew.

You get into position on your knees at the indicated spot just in time to dodge a boom mic on a long stand swinging overhead. Willy discards his robe in the corner of the room, and steps up towards you. He's completely naked now, and his erect dick is pointing straight at your face. It may not be the longest you've seen, but it's certainly very thick. It looks like it would pry your jaw wide open. You avoid looking at it for too long and cautiously look up Willy's face instead, but he seems to take this as approval to put his hands on your head. His fingers grip your hair while Murph is still busy instructing the crew. A few uncomfortable seconds pass where you're just staring at the fat cock that you'll soon be taking between your lips.

"Alright, Willy. I want to see some fucking lust in your eyes. All the lust you can muster!", you hear Murph call out. "And don't treat her like a lady. Get dirty!", he adds. You see Willy flash a wide grin of compliance as he peers down at you, and you instinctively gulp. "And you, Marcy. I want to see you worship that dick. Make him enjoy every second of it", he calls out you. His words almost make you shudder in disgust, but you know there's no backing out now. "Alright! Start sucking! Action!"

You hear a a clapboard slam, and for a second you are overwhelmed with indecision when you feel Willy's hands guiding you towards certain impalement. You can do naught but open your mouth and wrap your lips around Willy's firm erection as he pulls you onto it. You swirl your tongue around the tip, relieved to find that he has a rather neutral taste. "Mmmm...", You moan, trying to make it sound as genuine as possible. You seem to be doing it right, because already you hear Willy sigh in contentment. You close your eyes and awkwardly bob your head over the top a few times, trying to settle into a steady rhythm as you mentally prepare to take him deeper.

"Come on, Willy. Don't hold back", you hear Murph call out. "Fuck her face. We're on a schedule here!".

Willy didn't need much encouragement in the first place, but instantly you feel his fingers grip your hair tighter. He takes all initiative from you when he begins to thrust his dick into your mouth. You try to ignore your discomfort as he rams it up against the back of your throat. Instantly you can feel your eyes begin to water in response, but luckily he doesn't push it all the way down. Instead, he holds your head in place for longer than you're comfortable with. You try to move backwards, but his grip on your hair is too strong. You feel the air in your lungs slowly depleting as you try not to gag.

Willy releases his grasp on your head, and you quickly pull your head back. You hastily gulp down some air before Willy's grabby hands take hold of you once more, now pushing your head even further down onto his dick. You wince as he rams into your mouth again, now threatening to slip all the way down your gullet. You gurgle and put your hands on his hips in protest, but he just pushes your head down further until the pressure against your throat starts hurting.

You glance up at him in desperation, gripping your fingers tightly against his hips as you try to swallow a few times. All of a sudden his dickhead slips past your uvula and goes straight down your now bulging throat. Your eyes widen while your nose is pressed firmly into his pubic hair. You try to push yourself away against his hips, but notice your arms are lacking strength. They are tingling and numb from how confining your clothes are.

"Ah, fuck yes. That's it", Willy says, shuddering slightly. He holds your head in place for what feels like a minute as you meekly claw at him, your throat tensely straining around his girth. Then he releases you, and his manhood noisily slips out of your mouth when you loudly gasp for air. A strand of spittle continues to connect your bottom lip to his slick manhood, but you brush it away with the back of your hand.

You cough and sputter, taking a few deep breaths before 'voluntarily' going back down onto his dick. Only this time Willy takes your head between both his hands to hold you in place, starting to thrust into your face at a steady pace. You can do naught but take the ****, focused on the feeling of his firm shaft repeatedly ramming itself down your throat. It's still not comfortable, but at least your gag-reflex has subsided somewhat. He seems trained not to cum anytime soon, and you're helpless to resist his rough continued face-fucking.

You notice the camera moving to your side for a better angle. And judging by the moaning you're hearing it would seem that Willy is enjoying himself greatly by pounding away at your tight throat. But you're not sharing his enthusiasm, slowly **** more and more on his rigid shaft.

You feel like you need to end this soon or risk passing out. Then again, the cameras are pointed straight at you...