Boy/Girl

Her first experience with the agency hadn't been that bad. They took her picture from all angels, she didn't have to strip down more than to her underwear and she had been paid in cash. She wasn't late on the rent that month, and even managed to save up a little bit. The next time however wasn't so pleasant. Stacie didn't really want to, but told herself that it was a one time thing. Next month was going to be different.

She arrived at the scene of "The Starlet is Back!" dressed in a mockery of her old uniform. Instead of a pair of red boots she had high heels on, the thigh-highs were now laced and her hotpants were so short that they barely covered her plump butt. The director however seemed pleased with her transformation, taking her around the set to introduce her to the crew. Several of the sound, lighting and makeup seemed like decent enough people, especially given the industry they worked for. Her co-star Brad however was another matter entirely. He was large, had short brown hair and tasteless tribal-tattoos adorning his swelling biceps. In Stacie's eyes he looked more like a thug than a professional, even though she hoped she'd been too quick to judge.

Since she lost her powers Stacie had grown weary of men, perhaps even a little bit frightened. Because where she previously had nothing to fear she now had cause to be careful. It hadn't dawned on her the amount of insecurity that stemmed from being weaker than so many people.

"Alright everyone get set." The director ordered, and Stacie was whisked away to the makeup-room.

As the scene began she stood in front of Brad who had been dressed up as a police officer, holding a third man who had been dressed up as some kind of sci-fi villain by the neck. "Here you go officer, another criminal down for the count!" She said with feigned proud, pushing the villain down to the ground.

"Well done Scarlet, you make the citizens of Nova city really proud." Brad said with a wide grin has be stared straight down her cleavage.

According to the script that Stacie had gotten, he was supposed to have been looking at her eyes. "I've got a reward for you, the gratitude of all men of Nova city." He chuckled, a big dumb smile plastered all over his brutish face.

"Oh officer, is that right?" Stacie replied as she cringed, leaning forward to press her breasts against his chest. "I wonder what that might be." She said, sounding like she really didn't want to find out.

She yelped as Brad grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand down to his bulging pants. "Why don't you find out?" He smiled.

Her cheeks flustered, and most of all she wanted to hurl Brad straight into the ridiculous set behind them. But that was the old Stacie. She swallowed hard and **** herself to smile. "With pleasure officer!~"

She sank down onto her knees, guided by Brad's hand on her head. She fumbled for a moment with the button of his pants but they soon came undone. As she pulled the blue pants down his already erect member sprang into action, the thick shaft towering over her face. The surprise in her eyes was very real, as was her gasp. "Whoa. That is big." She said, grabbing a hold of it with one hand.

Her petite white fingers slid up and down Brad's member, stroking it as the cameras zoomed in. He grunted with satisfaction, brushing back a test of red hair over her ear as looked down at her. "That's a good girl." He mocked her. "Keep stroking that dick." He demanded, and she obeyed.

Her hand pistoned up and down his shaft as he stood over her, breathing and and huffing contently as he watched Stacie work hos cock. After a few minutes of doing that Stacie's arm started to feel tired already, her newfound human restraints coming in to play. That's when when Brad took a good hold of her hair, keeping it in one hand as he used the other to grab the base of his member. "Go on, suck my cock you slut." He commanded her, eliciting an angry look from Stacie before she did as she was told.

Leaning forward she opened her mouth as she shut her eyes, letting her pink little tongue extend slightly as she got close. When her lips wrapped around the engorged cockhead her eyes flung open again, his taste and scent filling her mind as she peeked up at Brad. He was making stupid face, grinning like an idiot as he felt her wet lips around his dick. She didn't like seeing him so pleased, but she had a job to do. Trying to not scrape him with her teeth she pushed forward, taking more of him into her mouth. It felt humiliating and strange doing this for someone like Brad, she had only ever done that for people she loved. And Brad certainly didn't count as one of them.

"Fuck yeah that's good." Brad groaned as she started bobbing up and down along his shaft, wettening it with her saliva as she went.

The fleshy, musky and distinct taste of cock filled her. And in the back of her mind she felt an intense need to rinse her mouth with at least half a bottle of Listerine. But she went on, sloppily suckling on Brad's member as she tried her best to stroke the bottom part of it with her hand. It was far too thick for her to go any further down, but that didn't seem to trouble Brad at all. Instead he complimented her, calling her a "good cocksucker" and "true superheroine". The comments made her angrier than if he had insulted her, and once again she had to remind herself that she did this for the money. Not for Brad.

After what seemed an eternity Stacie was finally allowed back up to breathe, drawing long breaths as she attempted to stop herself from blushing. That pleased look on Brad's face, it was awful to see and somehow familiar. Did Brad actually used be a police officer? It didn't seem very likely. Interrupting her thoughts Brad smacked his cock against her lips and face, taunting her as he did. "You want more huh? You want to be a good little superhero and suck more cock?"

"Yes I do. I want to suck your big cock so much." She sighed, giving him a venomous look.

"Good. Because here I come." Brad laughed, steering his tip past her lips and grabbing the back of her head. Her eyes flung open and her hands grasped hard against Brad's thighs as he **** his member into her throat. She gagged, her convulsing throat wrapping itself around Brad's member making the brute let out a grunt of satisfaction.

"OH YEAH, TAKE THIS YOU SLUT!" He went on, pulling on her hair to **** her even deeper down his cock.

"MMMHMGHHM MMGMMHM!?" She whined, her hands slapping at his thighs to make him stop.

But there was no stopping Brad. He started thrusting into her, grunting each time he slammed himself into her and caused her to gag and tremble. When he let her back out again she panted, a long string of her saliva still connecting her lips to Brad's member. "What the fuck are you doing?" She coughed, tears trickling down her face and ruining her mascara.

"That's the good thing about superheroines, they don't break." Brad smiled, grabbing her hair again and pulling her down on all fours. He lead her for a few trembling steps, the sobbing former heroine **** to walk after him like an animal before he put her in place. "There we go. You want me to fuck you?" Brad asked, already taking up position behind her.

"Yes Sir..." Stacie sobbed, her abused and reddened face the subject of intense interest from the many cameras. "Please fuck this slutty little heroine." She cried, her legs trembling where she stood on all fours.

Grabbing a hold of her hotpants brad forcefully pulled them down to her knees, still on to keep her legs tightly together. In that position the cameras had a clear view of Stacie's rear, her puffy lower lips on full display for all the world to see. She flinched as Brad's member aligned with her, and whined audibly as he dragged his swollen cockhead up and down along her vulva.

"I'm going to fuck you Stacie." Brad said, his voice changing character to sound more serious.

"FUUUCK!" She squealed as he drove himself into her, pushing part her wet entrance into her receptive warmth. It engulfed his cock on all sides, and Stacie shuddered as he parted her insides.

She hadn't been with a man for years, and Brad was bigger than most guys. His cock pressed her open, reshaping her most private after him. He was claiming her, marking her as his girl. As the first inch of Brad had entered her he leaned over her, grabbing her hair yanking hard on it to bring her face back. "Do you remember me you fucking whore? You put me away for four years, and I don't forgive so easily." He hissed, driving all the rest of his thick member into her with one hard thrust.

She screamed, her voice trailing off into a high pitched whining as he started fucking her in earnest. He slammed against her, pounding her from behind as the room filled with loud wet clapping noises. Again and again he drove himself into her, his wild rhythm growing ever faster as he heard her moan.

"Oh God, oh fuck aaah yes!"

His hand came down on her butt, smacking down against her plump butt making it jiggle and leaving a red mark. Stacie yelped in surprise, squeaking and sobbing each time he struck her. She started to feel hazy, an electric current rippling through her body as the ex convict fucked her. With a final hard slap he pulled out, laying himself down next to her. He picked her up, helping her straddle him.

In clear view of the cameras she sank down on his member, the thick pole driving into her all the way down to the base. Stacie was left sitting on top of him, her legs shaking as she steadied herself with hands on his chest. He took her buttcheeks in his hands, squeezing wantonly as he guided her up and down. As if moved by some otherwordly **** she rode him, bouncing her pert white ass up and down his cock.

The shock when he started moving was too much for Stacie who collapsed onto his chest, her round breasts pressing against his skin as he drilled his member into her. "Get ready Startlet, take my seed!" He groaned, finding her lips and forcing her into a drawn out kiss as he climaxed.

When the first wave of blazing hot semen shot out inside of her Stacie came, the humiliation and **** intimacy too much for her to bear. Her entire body shook and quaked with pleasure as she was **** to kiss Brad, wave upon wave of his potent seed gushing into her.

They lay still for a long moment, Stacie resting her head against his chest as she stared out into nothingness. How could she let this happen?

"What kind of birth control are you on?" She could hear the director ask.