Spot a nearby Reporter

You scan past the scowling pornstars and the cheering nerd, your eyes landing on someone who actually catches your interest.

She’s standing just off the edge of the red carpet, elegantly dressed in a sleek black blazer over a low-cut silk blouse that’s probably supposed to look professional but can’t hide the massive, heavy tits straining against it. A tight pencil skirt hugs wide hips and a thick ass that screams “industry veteran who’s taken more dick than she’ll ever admit.” Her bright red hair is done up in a messy, frazzled updo like she’s been running around all day, a few strands already sticking to her forehead. Big glossy lips, heavy eyeliner, and that permanent “I’ve seen everything” smirk that veteran reporters get. She’s holding a microphone, doing live color commentary on the arriving talent.

“…and you can really see how Kimberli’s dress is designed to show off those brand-new implants—perfect camera angles from every side, very strategic…”

You don’t wait for her to finish the sentence.

You step right up, grab a fistful of that frazzled red hair, and yank her down to her knees on the edge of the carpet. She yelps, the mic still clutched in one hand, eyes going wide as she realizes what’s happening.

“Wh—hey! What the fuck are you— this is live! We’re broadcasting right now, you can’t just—!”

You don’t even bother answering. You just unzip, pull your cock out, and shove it straight into that big glossy mouth mid-protest.

“—glrk!”

Her eyes bulge instantly. That veteran-whore mouth stretches wide around your shaft as you push past her lips and straight into her throat in one rough thrust. She gags hard, throat convulsing around you, a thick rope of drool already spilling out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Her free hand slaps against your thigh — once, twice — trying to push you back, but it’s weak and useless. The mic is still live in her other hand, picking up every wet, disgusting sound.

Gluck—glrk—gluuuuurk!

You hold her there, buried to the hilt, watching her mascara start to run as her eyes water and roll. She tries to speak around your cock, words coming out as wet, muffled nonsense.

“Mmmph—! Nnngh— live— glrk! —on air—!”

You start fucking her throat in steady, deep strokes, using her hair like a handle. Every time you bottom out her nose presses into your stomach and her throat bulges visibly. Thick strands of spit pour down her chin, soaking into the silk blouse and dripping onto her cleavage. The elegant blazer is already slipping off one shoulder. Her knees scrape on the carpet as she squirms, but she can’t go anywhere.

A few feet away, cameras are still flashing. People are staring. The live feed is definitely still rolling.

She keeps trying to talk — probably begging you to stop, or warning you about the broadcast — but every attempt just turns into another loud, sloppy gag as your cock punches into her throat again.

Glurk—gluck—GLRRRK!

Her eyes are glassy and bulging, tears cutting clean lines through her makeup. She slaps your thigh again, harder this time, but you just keep using her. You know the rules of this universe. If she passes out, she’ll just go limp for a bit and wake up still on her knees with a throat full of cock. No big deal.

You’re really getting into a rhythm — long, wet strokes that make her whole body jerk — when you hear heels clicking closer on the carpet.

Kimberli Kiss has wandered over.

The blonde newcomer is standing right there in her tight red dress, massive fake tits practically spilling out, looking down at the veteran reporter choking on your cock with a mix of disgust and pure amusement.

“Oh my god,” Kimberli says, loud enough for the nearby mics to catch it. “Is that… her? The one who’s always talking shit about everyone’s outfits?” She laughs, that fake, high-pitched pornstar giggle. “Look at her now. Finally getting her throat used like the rest of us. About fucking time.”

The reporter’s eyes flick sideways in pure humiliation, trying to look at Kimberli even as your cock keeps disappearing into her mouth. Another thick gush of drool pours out around your shaft and splatters onto the carpet.

Kimberli tilts her head, smirking.

“Keep going. She’s been a bitch to me all season. Make her eyes roll back a little more — yeah, like that. God, listen to her. Gluck-gluck-gluck. Pathetic.”

The redhead tries to pull off again, hands pushing weakly at your hips, but you just hold her in place and keep fucking. Her throat makes another nasty, wet sound as fresh tears roll down her cheeks.

Kimberli steps a little closer, watching with clear enjoyment.

“You gonna cum down her throat on live TV?” she asks you casually, like she’s asking about the weather. “Or pull out and paint that fancy reporter face? Either way, this is the best thing that’s happened at one of these things in years.”

The reporter gags violently around you again, body twitching, but she’s not going anywhere.

You’ve got a live broadcast, a veteran industry whore on her knees getting her throat destroyed, and one of the hottest new pornstars in the world standing there giving color commentary on it.

Perfect