Scarlett Johansson's Sexy Fan Challenge, Part 2
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to real-life people, locations, or events are purely coincidental. All characters, locations, businesses, and events are either fabricated or used as fictitious representations. The author does not endorse or encourage any actions portrayed in this story. If anything in this story resembles your own experiences, it is purely coincidental.
SCARLETT JOHANSSON'S SEX-FOR-FANS CHALLENGE PART II
Tuesday, March 14th - 8:30 a.m.
As soon as my camera started rolling, I knew we were making history in the realm of entertainment and adult content. But the first 30 minutes of our shoot were uneventful, to be honest. Most of the time was spent making sure our special guest, Jackson Days, felt comfortable enough to participate in our pre-sex interview. He was very nervous, as anyone would be, since he was moments away from fulfilling his ultimate dream.
The interview questions were meant to be simple and lighthearted, yet he responded with one-word answers like he was studying for an exam. Sweat formed on his forehead, and he even dabbed it with a handkerchief. The air conditioning was set at a cool 62 degrees, but sweat still poured down from his brow.
His responses finally got easier as he answered my questions:
"How old are you?"
"When did you start masturbating to Scarlett?"
"What's your favorite part of her body?"
"Where do you want to cum on her today?"
He paused and gave me a nervous look.
"I'd love to...uh...uh...
Maybe I could ummm...
Maybe, like...
I don't know...
If she wanted me to, I could maybe cum on her tits...
...maybe if she likes that...
...if not, it's okay..."
I couldn't stand this any longer. I didn't want to put him through any more tension. He'd been waiting for this moment since he was a kid.
I adjusted my tone and said, "All right, Jackson. Your dream girl, Scarlett Johansson, is waiting for you behind that door." I pointed to the closed door for his reference.
"Ms. Scarlett Johansson?" I called out.
"I'm here!" Her deep, sultry, sensual voice came from the other side of the door. Jackson's eyes widened. Imagine the thrill of this moment - hundreds, thousands, or even millions of guys would have given anything to be in his position. Jackson was going to have Hollywood's sexiest woman fly six hours and stay at an AirBnB just to have him inside her.
Sure, she was doing it for her OnlyFans account, but she could have chosen anyone from the thousands of submissions she received.
She had chosen Jackson.
I stopped, smiled at him. He seemed excited for her. I knew from personal experience that Scarlett was a talented cocksucker; I could only imagine how much he would enjoy her oral skills, considering how obsessed he is with her.
"Jackson, she's ready for you," I remarked.
Jackson stared at the bedroom door, focusing on every detail. His fingers repeatedly drummed against the bed edge, while clutching the sheets. The anticipation had been building for hours since I picked him up from school.
How many men have dreamed of being in Jackson's position? Not only would Scarlett be in the room, but she was also willing to have him inside her and taste his baby batter for this video!
This is the stuff dreams are made of. Jackson's eyes never left the door while his heart beat wildly. This was his chance to be with the Hollywood star he had obsessed over since childhood.
Suddenly, Jackson breathed heavily and seemed unable to speak. I prompted, "You'll meet Scarlett Johansson now."
Jackson barely managed to nod in response. What must have been going through his mind? Thousands of fans would have sacrificed almost anything just to replace Jackson in this situation. And he was living it. Sheryl Crow's line, "If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad," came to my mind, but I couldn't help but smile at how appropriate it was for this occasion.
Of all the people who had sent in their applications, Jackson was the one chosen. The one who would have Scarlett Johansson waiting for him eagerly behind that door. No one else would be able to say that. Jackson had his dream girl, and my job was to make sure he had the time of his life.
At last, the door handle turned, and the entrance creaked open gradually. Although I was facing away from the door, I was well aware of Scarlett Johansson's arrival because Jackson's jaw dropped involuntarily.
Scarlett Johansson graced the room. Scarlett Johansson herself!
This wasn't a duplicate...
This wasn't Jackson's eyes admiring her beauty through a monitor...
This scene of Scarlett wasn't crafted out of tens of thousands of pixels...
This genuine Scarlett stood in the same space as Jackson. His gaze remained fixed on her, jumping from one part of her to the next, observing her completely.
Honestly, it's a surprise he didn't collapse.
Scarlett had skilfully imitated her appearance from her "Black Widow" movie. Her red hair was combed and styled just like in the movie posters. Her makeup was impeccable, precisely the same as what Marvel's team had put on her for the film...her attire differed. Rather than the costly sleek PVC leather that Disney had her leap into, she was sporting the cheaply crafted Walmart suite that Jackson had procured for her...and that somehow made it even more alluring.
It is crucial to emphasize that Scarlett was wearing nothing but the Walmart version of Black Widow's parka. The tight fabric of the Walmart variation of Black Widow's parka hugged Scarlett's attention-grabbing hourglass shape. Her hips, her buttocks, her breasts...since she was bare downstairs, her pubic hair from the landing strip was visible through the white, seemingly transparent jumpsuit.
Furthermore, since she didn't have a bra and the air conditioning was set to 62 degrees, her nipples were discernible and protruding like nozzles from a syrup bottle. Those stunningly flawless nipples appeared so firm, a blind person would be able to identify them...
"Hello, Jackson..." Scarlett murmured in what sounded like a sensual mumble. This whisper was partnered with her iconic side smirk. "May I take a seat alongside you?"
Jackson didn't respond...he couldn't respond. He was speechless.
Scarlett tittered and moved across the space to sit down next to him, regardless. In a later interview, Jackson admitted that the exact moment Scarlett took a seat next to him, he was able to detect her enchanting aroma. The delectable blend of her body lotion and perfume was intoxicating...fruity yet sophisticated...
I was certain that Jackson was beyond nervous/elated now.
"So, what do you think of the contest victor?" I enquired of Scarlett as I filmed the two of them seated next to each other.
Jackson gasped as Scarlett all of a sudden wrapped her arm around him and snuggled up to him. He was as tensed as a moist cardboard box.
"He's...he's...wow! He's big!" She breathed out with a grin. "And furry...and...you know, he vaguely resembles a grizzly bear." She uttered with a smile while caressing his hairy arm.
"THERE IT IS!" I couldn't help but exclaim. Scarlett and I shared a chuckle. Jackson remained silent. No trace of a titter escaped from him.
"We're not making fun of you, Jackson. We're praising you. We're particularly impressed by your size." Scarlett said mildly to the timid victor with her characteristic grin. His breaths were deep and heavy as he turned to look at her. They locked eyes. I could see Jackson's spirit departing from him and vanishing into her stare...
Scarlett giggled without breaking eye contact with him.
"Jackson, bud, please say something." I interjected as I watched them stare at each other.
"Um," we heard his voice for the first time, "um, this is...incredible." He exhaled. "I'm sorry, I truly don't know what to say...or what to do...or...is this genuine?..."
After a minute of silence, Scarlett patted his shoulder lightly.
"Alright, stand up." She commanded cheerfully. "Let's survey what we're dealing with here. Take your shirt off." She ordered. Jackson seemed confused initially, but then rose to his feet like he was following orders from his sergeant.
He tugged his shirt up from the bottom first, exposing his considerably hairy stomach, then his chest, ultimately lifting his shirt off him entirely. He tossed the shirt onto the bed and stood bare-chested in front of his ideal woman...he gulped audibly as I presume this made him feel exposed. His boyish pot belly bulged out and overflowed his belt. His weight was pretty remarkable...
"Holy hell, you're HUGE..." Scarlett exclaimed. She opened her eyes wide and locked them on the camera, "do you think he's big everywhere?" She inquired, raising her brows suspiciously, even though she was aware of what he was alluding to. How could she not know what he was hinting at? His eyes remained locked on her...
All of a sudden, Jackson started feeling uneasy again. It was like a kid who had accidentally said a dirty word in front of his parents.
"Um...uh...I was just..." He stuttered.
"She's curious, my friend," I chimed in before Jackson could mess up his words even more.
Jackson looked back and forth between Scarlett and me. He pointed at Scarlett's chest with a chubby finger and swallowed.
"Your breasts..." He said. "Um, they're...they're so much better in person."
Scarlett glanced down at her breasts, as if she didn't know they were massive.
"Oh, these?" She asked playfully, cupping them in her hands, lifting them up, and then letting them drop. The movement caused a delightful jiggle that made Jackson's mouth water. Scarlett repeated the moves. Cupping. Dropping. Jiggling.
Cupping. Dropping. Jiggling.
Scarlett directed her gaze at Jackson's face as she repeated these movements. She smiled and giggled.
"Oh my God...you're adorable..." She remarked. "Come, sit next to me again."
Like a devoted pup, Jackson did as he was directed. He sat next to Scarlett, but his gaze never left her breasts.
Silence...
Not a word was spoken as Jackson gazed deeply - for an extended time - at Scarlett's chest.
"Can I touch them?" She asked casually.
"What?" He questioned.
"I said, 'Can you grab my tits?'" Scarlett urged, "here..." Scarlett took the lead and guided Jackson's palms onto her large, round breasts. Jackson gasped the moment his fingertips made contact with Scarlett's well-endowed chest. An inadvertent moan slipped out of his lips, and like a mouse trap being triggered....his hands squeezed onto Scarlett's melons.
"Don't act like this isn't the sole reason we're even here today," Scarlett said, "my tits while I'm wearing the Black Widow costume."
The look of his trousers made it obvious that his cock was already at full mast...full, hard, long, and thick. Jackson exhaled deeply as he squeezed Scarlett's breasts. I could tell by watching his hand movements that he was weighing them.
Based on my experiences, I confirmed that they're heavier than they appear. Scarlett must have quite a lot of milk stored in her sumptuous tits.
"Is...um...can I..."
"Stop asking and just do!" Scarlett demanded, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Any question for the next few hours will be answered with a 'yes,'" Scarlett said as she took a deep breath, relishing Jackson's hands on her...
Jackson nodded, and not long afterwards, his fingers began to move inside the breast slit in Scarlett's Black Widow costume. When his fingertips came into contact with her bare skin, he felt the smoothness and softness of her breasts. His fingers on both hands slowly crept to her erect nipples and pinched them.
"Mmmmmm" Scarlett groaned in her heavy, sensual voice. She closed her eyes, rolled them in pleasure, and continued to groan.
"Mmmm, that's why I flew out here," Scarlett murmured, "don't be so timid. Everything you want to do to me, I want it too. Trust me."
As Jackson's hands continued to pinch Scarlett's nipples, her own soft hands became preoccupied with Jackson's shorts. Her fingers became active as she set out to unfasten his belt. She moved rapidly, quicker with each second, until the belt finally slid off his waist. Scarlett's digits went to work on the zipper, moving with the same speed as someone who was trying to escape a monster...in this case, towards the monster.
While his hands were busy exploring her body, I observed Jackson's reactions. I wanted to see how Scarlett's seductive curves were impacting him - how they were making him twitch, gasp, and tremble. I was so engaged in watching him, I didn't notice how Scarlett was reacting to his touch...while Jackson kneaded her full-sized breasts, her entire chest would rise and fall.
Her deep breaths were accompanied by gentle moans as she exhaled....
"Hu...hu...hu...mmm"
I glanced down at her groin and noticed that the cheap, Walmart Black Widow costume was already soaked in her sexual fluids...a huge wet patch on her suit, showing that she was extremely turned on by this guy...
I couldn't help but notice that my own dick twitched in my trousers...
"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson," Scarlett whimpered, "I picked you for this challenge...I wanted you."
She skillfully managed to slide her hand into Jackson's cozy boxer shorts, even though the deed was hidden by the underwear itself, I could tell she was stroking him with long strokes, squeezing his shaft, and caressing the head with her thumb.
At the initial touch, Jackson's jaw dropped and he couldn't hold back a loud, "OHHH FUCK!" from his mouth.
"Keep saying my name...tell me this is real. Tell me this is real!" Jackson gasped loudly.
"Jackson..." Scarlett agreed. "This is definitely real. You're touching the best set of tits in Hollywood right now." She moaned. "Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson! I chose you to win because you're so freaking attractive..." As she continued to stroke him, and he with his hands glued to her tits, Scarlett moved in and started kissing his neck.
"I think you're so freaking attractive...and I want you to fuck me so freaking bad." She said in her now breathy voice. She released her grip on his cock for a second to have both hands focus on removing the Black Widow suit from her body. She slipped out of the sleeves, exposing her spectacular, mouthwatering breasts as her titillating boobs hung grandly before the 18-year-old fan. I look at Scarlett's tits almost every day, but every time she goes topless in front of me...it's like I'm seeing them for the first time. I, myself, am now very hard.
I watch as Scarlett takes one of Jackson's hands and leads it away from her breasts and guides it to her lower region. She assists his hand in slipping through the layers of the suit to get his fingertips in contact with her drenched pussy. I watch Jackson's breathing deepen as he has one hand on her magnificent tits and the other one is teasing her swollen pussy lips. It doesn't take long before Scarlett returns her grip on Jackson's throbbing man meat. Her lips immediately lock onto his neck again as she continues to talk dirty...
"I'm aware of the things you've said about me..." She uttered...she speeds up the pace of her jerking.
"I've heard your fantasies about me..." Scarlett moans as Jackson returns the favor...the faster Scarlett jerks him, the harder he fingers her soaked pussy...droplets of her juices splash within the tight suit...
"I've heard you call me your dirty little sex toy," Scarlett continued and began to sample his skin by giving his neck a long, luscious lick..."Jackson, I...I...I-OH SHIT!" She yelled, interrupting her own filthy talk as Jackson's meaty, sausage-like fingers reached the right spot...
Scarlett's jaw dropped open and I could see her body tighten up. My eyes switched to her dainty feet and saw that her toes were starting to curl. "Oh, oh,oh...fuck...Jackson..." she gasped before climaxing.
"Do it," she whispered, "do it! I want you to do every naughty thing you've said you'd do to me on your online accounts" Scarlett's pelvis started to grind to help the movements in Jackson's wrists. "I want you to treat me like your filthy little cum-addict slut" She whimpered between moans as her hand refused to let go of his dick...
Jackson took out his hand from her moist vagina and held Scarlett's face in place by squeezing her cheeks. He forced her to keep eye contact with him...
"Treat me like you said you would, Jackson! I'm your filthy little-"
Jackson stopped her sentence by thrusting his middle finger in her mouth...the same finger that was pampering her pussy just seconds ago...Scarlett closed her eyes and moaned as she started to lick her own juices off Jackson's hand...She reveled in the taste of her sex as she continued to jerk his pulsing cock...Her captivating green eyes stared into Jackson's as he almost finger fucked her mouth...he was so enthralled by her gaze he didn't realize what his body was telling him until it was too late.
He didn't notice his toes curling...he didn't feel his breathing hasten, he didn't pay attention to the way all his muscles were tensing up...
Meanwhile, Scarlett was putting on a spectacular show on Jackson's fingers...using her tongue, her lips...sucking with intensity, licking, sucking, slurping, tasting...
The euphoric tingle began at the tip of Jackson's mushroom-shaped head. I saw his jaw drop, and even though he made the face of a man screaming...not a single sound came out of his mouth. Not even a whimper.
...
Silence. Nothing but the sound of Scarlett's lips slapping against Jackson's fingers...Since she was jerking him beneath his boxers, I couldn't see exactly when he began to cum. I just suddenly saw stains splatter all over his grey boxer shorts. As if someone had taken the top off of a blender and allowed all the juices to fly out.
Eventually, the young man regained his voice and he let out a loud moan as he and his full body shook with the intense orgasm.
"Ah shit! Fuck! Fuck!" Jackson yelled as he struggled to catch his breath. Meanwhile, I could see Scarlett chuckling.
"Mmmm" she murmured as she extracted her hand from Jackson's boxers. Her palm was covered in his semen.
"I'm sorry," he panted between gasps.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just -" he cut himself off to gasp for air. "You're just too sexy..." He continued.
Scarlett, however, appeared to be completely engrossed by the tasty residue on her hand. I zoomed in on her as she licked his sperm off her fingers with long, slow licks; cleaning her hand like a dog would its bowl.
"It's okay, Jackson. I must admit, I'm quite surprised you lasted that long." I said with a little chuckle. Jackson, still having difficulty finding his voice, simply raised his thumb in acknowledgment. The disappointment on his face was clear. He had so many fantasies about what he wanted to do to Scarlett, but his penis betrayed him. I'm sure he fantasized how millions of men would still consider him the luckiest person on earth to have even touched Scarlett's MILF pussy.
He took comfort in that thought...
"Alright, kid, let's clean you up," I said. Right as my finger was about to press the button to stop recording, Scarlett interrupted. Her voice was amused.
"Why are you all acting like we're done here?" She asked. Both Jackson and I froze. I had no idea what the superstar was referring to. Porn videos usually end when the man ejaculates...
Just then, Jackson was recovering his breath once again, Scarlett stole it back with her words.
"Sorry, Scarlett. I'm confused...You made him ejaculate?" I asked, still recording.
Scarlett ignored my comment and stood up from the bed's edge. She strutted over to where Jackson stood and smirked at the camera. "And what? Do you doubt I can make him ejaculate twice?" She did her signature side smile before sliding her thumbs into the sides of the tight suit. Slowly, she started to peel it off her creamy skin. The camera now shows her entire nude body, with her seductive bottom. From the corner, I could see Jackson's eyes practically bursting out of their sockets. His previously softened cock was now standing upright, throbbing with more vigor than before.
Before I continued, I reached into my pocket and pulled out our special POV glasses. These glasses were ordinary glasses that had two small cameras for each lens. I hastily gave them to Jackson to wear as Scarlett carried on with her activities.
The 18-year-old high school senior, obsessed with Scarlett Johansson, now had the Black Widow herself, completely naked, kneeling before him. Her face lighting up with his arousal as she fed on his desire for her, a desire so strong it was practically glowing from his pores. She placed her palms on Jackson's strong thighs as she moved into position, hovering between his legs.
I watched as Scarlett leaned in and continued to tease the teen by raining countless little kisses on his stomach. Kiss after kiss, her lips traveled from his belly, to his legs, to his inner thighs...until she reached the impressive tent she had set up. The tent was covered with a dark stain at the tip. Without breaking eye contact, Scarlett leaned her head forward once more, and enveloped the tip of Jackson's dick through his underwear with her lips. She closed her eyes and released another sensual moan...
"Mmmmm" she moaned again, her cheeks slowly disappearing as she went all out to suck Jackson's sperm from the fabric.
"Oh my god! Fuck!" Jackson exclaimed loudly as he tilted his head back and cried out. His breath was ragged as he moaned. The louder Jackson moaned, the more motivated she felt to keep sucking him.
After a little while, Scarlett made sure she drank all the cum that had seeped into his underwear. She grabbed his boxers in between her teeth, using her grip to pull his underwear down. Jackson lifted his bottom a bit to assist Scarlett in the process. After a few more tugs, Jackson's cock (which was far larger in real life than in his recordings) sprung out. Standing tall and proud in the open air.
Scarlett refused to release her grasp on his boxer shorts until they reached the feet of the 18-year-old. When her face was at his feet, she took advantage of the chance to remove Jackson's shoes and socks, aiming to make him as comfortable as could be. To reinforce her desire, Scarlett briefly pressed her well-known lips against Jackson's toes...kissing them as a symbol of passion and eagerness. She held his foot up and slipped his massive toe into her mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds before running the tip of her tongue over his sole.
"Oh my god! Oh fuck! This isn't real...fuck!" Jackson moaned, looking at the top-grossing actress at his feet. This action surprised me as I observed a side of Scarlett that I didn't know existed.
It wasn't long before she returned to Jackson's crotch. His considerable 7-inch penis stood stiffly before her. She was spellbound by its appearance and her lips curved into a smile again.
"Do you want me to suck on it?" Scarlett inquired in her deep, rough, sensual voice.
"Hmmm" was the only sound Jackson could manage. He could sense her warm breath on his testicles as she spoke.
"I don't think you understand." She teased, taunting him. "Tell me you actually want me to suck it."
"P-p-please Ms. Scarlett. Please. I-I-I want you to suck me..." Jackson stuttered.
Scarlett tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. "Spit in my mouth." She commanded. Jackson seemed a little perplexed. He was stationary and hesitant to obey Scarlett's instruction. "What?" he stuttered.
"You heard her. Obey her orders." I intervened. Jackson nodded and leaned over the world-renowned actress. He aligned his lips with her open mouth and spat a wad of saliva into her. (Nice swing!) Scarlett was grateful and started to swirl the saliva around in her mouth, sloshing it around as if it were mouthwash, blending it with her own. After a short time, she spat the mixture onto his cock, completely moistening it with his and her saliva.
"Do you want me to suck it?" She continued, now gripping his throbbing manhood in her cold hand. Scarlett puckered her lips as if she were about to kiss him, but instead began to rub the mushroom-shaped head all over her lips.
"Oh my god..."
"That's not an answer to my question. Do you want me to suck it?" She carried on, now rubbing the meat all over her face...running the head across her soft cheeks, along her nose...even around her eyes...leaving traces of pre-cum for him to mark his territory.
"Yes! Yes! I do! Please Ms. Scarlett, I long for nothing more..." Jackson exclaimed, clearly gripping the bed sheets now. Ms. Scarlett lifted her pink little tongue and started to wrap it around his cock's head...licking it, flicking it...swirling it all over it as if it were a popsicle. Her warm tongue took a full taste of that golden meat as she continuously licked over the hole, taunting him and stoking his arousal.
His entire body would twitch, creating the impression he would rattle the entire room because of his girth. "You'll need to do more than that..." Scarlett said, still not removing her tongue from his dick.
"AAAGH, Ms. Scarlett...I...I...don't know what you expect from me..." Jackson admitted, simply accepting what he was getting.
As I observed, I couldn't help but wonder if Jackson would catch on to what Scarlett's plan was. I knew exactly what she intended. She didn't want him to keep pleading...she wanted him to become so sexually agitated he would simply take her head and plunge his cock into her mouth. She intended to churn him till he became forceful.
"Oh my god! Oh fuck! Oh Scarlett! Scarlett! Scarlett!" I could hear Jackson suddenly shout! I checked the POV feedback and observed that Scarlett stuck her tongue beneath Jackson's balls. She had his heavy sack resting on the flat of her tongue while her hand continued to stroke his cock. I could see Scarlett moved her tongue up and down almost as if she's weighing his balls before choosing one to lock onto her lips. It was no different than a vacuum cleaner, Ms. Scarlett's lips sucked him...
One ball...
Ball at a time...
A ball and a half... [
As I watched from my position, all I could see was Scarlett's head bobbing back and forth - from left to right... left to right... left to right...until, from the camera's perspective, I noticed that she had shoved both of his filthy 18-year-old nuts into her sultry celebrity MILF mouth. Her lower lip pressed against his ass cheeks while her upper lip met the base of his cock. Meanwhile, her eager hand didn't stop stroking him. She coughed them out, and the two large testicles came out drenched in her saliva. Scarlett had lost her fear of being messy, as she rubbed her face all over the soaking wet nut sack, seemingly trying to soak up the scent for later.
Suddenly, to everyone's amazement, Jackson stood from the edge of the bed and towered over Scarlett, who remained on her knees. Jackson's muscular hands grabbed wads of her red hair to hold onto it firmly. He then pulled her face away from his nuts, only to forcefully thrust his massive dick into Scarlett's eager mouth.
JACKPOT! - Scarlett thought.
His cock pushed through her lips and deep into her oral cavity, much like an arrow. Jackson watched as the Black Widow actress willingly took him into her mouth. Her eyes eagerly looked at him as she took every inch of him in, seemingly delighting in his presence. Due to his size and weight, it felt as if the room was shaking with every hard thrust Jackson made.
It didn't take long for the sounds of slurping and wet noises to fill the room, along with Jackson's very familiar guk guk guk guk guk guk guk guk guk sounds.
"Oh Scarlett, oh Scarlett I love you. I love you, you beautiful sexy whore," Jackson moaned.
Guk guk guk guk guk guk guk
"You like it, don't you?"
guk gukguk gukukgukgukgukgu-
The noises abruptly stopped when Jackson held Scarlett's head in place with his hands and made sure all of his length slid down her throat. Scarlett's nose was now pressed against his belly, while her lower lips rested against his ball sack.
"Oh god! Oh wow!" Jackson moaned, holding her in place for several seconds. Seeing this as an opportunity, I approached the two and pointed the camera inches away from Scarlett's face. I held the camera with one hand and used the other to grip her neck.
"Feel that, dude. I can feel you getting hard through her skin," I said, impressed by Scarlett's abilities. I then suggested Jackson touch a specific spot on Scarlett's cock. He complied, finding his cock even more impressive. Throughout our conversation, Scarlett managed to keep Jackson's meat warm in her throat.
"Let's give that mouth of yours a break. Get on the bed." Jackson said after a while. His command now sounding more confident than before. This was a stark contrast to when we started. Now, it was Scarlett following Jackson's orders.
She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Without another word, she spread her legs wide open. This prompted a "nuh-uh" from Jackson. He shook his head and made a swirling gesture with his finger. Scarlett's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Get on all fours." He commanded. Scarlett chuckled and promptly rolled onto the bed. She positioned herself on all fours, bending her body in a way so her cheek was pressed against the soft mattress while her ass was up in the air, inviting him to play with it. Her actions spoke volumes about her skills in this particular area. The way her body moved showcased her experience.
Jackson didn't hesitate to kneel in front of Scarlett's luscious, rounded ass. He breathed heavily in front of it before leaning in for a closer look. Then, as if an internal switch had been flipped, he grabbed chunks of Scarlett's ass cheeks and began kneading them. His fingers dug into her skin as he massaged her firm buttocks, exposing her tight asshole and pussy lips to his view. [
Oh my goodness, yes! Jackson groaned before indulging in a taste of Scarlett Johansson's backdoor. He spread her cheeks further apart with his robust hands and stuck his entire face in between them. He let his tongue tip flick at the entrance before diving in. Scarlett's ass hole immediately engulfed his tongue, the warm walls gripping onto it tightly from all sides. Jackson allowed his tongue to probe her insides as deep as his mouth allowed him to. Swirling his tongue inside her, tasting every corner he could reach while Scarlett moaned and encouraged him to dig deeper.
"Oh my god, yes!" She whimpered as her fingers reached down to rub her clit, seeking double the stimulation. Meanwhile, Jackson was eating her ass like a starving man at a buffet.
I could see Scarlett rubbing her clit hard, her pussy was dripping wet without stopping. Droplets splashed onto Jackson's beard as they spurted all about.
The 18-year-old gave Scarlett's butt a forceful slap before removing his tongue from her hole. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself to pound Scarlett doggy-style, to treat her like the gorgeous lady she bragged to be.
He gasped heavily. I could see his chest moving up and down. He gripped onto Scarlett's shoulders with one huge hand while the other guided his dick into her. Scarlett's pussy was so saturated, Jackson's engorged, pulsating shaft glided inside her effortlessly.
Slowly, inch by inch...pushing past her steaming, wet walls... Scarlett's mouth gaped open as her vagina stretched all it could. I could see Scarlett's eyes widening as Jackson got hilt-deep within her.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god" Jackson grunted as he simply allowed his member to throb inside Scarlett. Jackson's cock throbbed so hard, I am sure Scarlett could determine his heart rate by feeling his pulsations.
The mere act of being inside her sent him out of his mind. Her vaginal walls were hot...soaking wet...and tight...
Desperately, Jackson took a moment to relish the fact that his manhood was within the love of his life.
Jackson made a few scattered thrusts before start breathing heavily. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
He slapped her ass once more and found a nice rhythm with his thrusts. The sound of Scarlett's cheeks clapping was music to his ears! The combination of Scarlett's moans fueled his intensity. He was nearing orgasm.
"I'm fucking the Scarlett Johansson!" he later reflected that was what he was thinking while stretching that Hollywood pussy apart.
"I'm fucking the World's Sexiest Woman!" he proclaimed as he slammed into her.
I'm fucking her...My 18-year-old dick is balls deep inside Scarlett Johansson's pussy, and she loves it!
While Jackson's point of view was magnificent (without a doubt), he missed what my camera was capturing. He couldn't see the delightful perspective I was capturing. He wasn't viewing Scarlett's ecstatic face...mouth going from a slight wince, to a pleasant moan, to a sexy smirk. He couldn't see her decadent breasts jiggling.
Jackson's heart was pounding...almost as if it was going to jump out of his chest. Surprisingly, Scarlett was sharing the same sensations simultaneously. She felt pressure building beneath her abdomen as her toes curled with pleasure...her vaginal walls contracting around his manhood. Jackson was moaning loudly, blocking her moans with his passion. And yet, he didn't intend to withdraw.
From one second to the next, Scarlett stiffened like a board. She stopped breathing for a second as the wave of pleasure washed over her...her mouth agape, eyes shut...
And silence.
...
...
"Fuck!" Jackson roared as his semen exploded inside his dream girl.
He pounded her with shot after shot of his thick, milky semen. The hot semen filled her pussy and triggered an intense orgasm within Scarlett.
"Fuck! Oh god!" She screamed as her legs began to quiver. "Ohhhhh, oh, oh, oh!" She hummed as she rode the intensity of her orgasam. Her juices leaked out of her vagina and pooled at her knees on the mattress. She breathed heavily as she gasped for air...her body going limp from exhaustion.
By this time, Jackson pulled out, yet ropes were still spurting from between his legs. Cum landed all over Scarlett's butt. The young man collapsed beside her, clutching his chest to regulate his breathing. Scarlett turned to lay on her back next to her biggest fan. Both panting and completely overwhelmed.
How did that feel, Scarlett? I enquire. But she's momentarily speechless - her mouth gapes open.
"Is it too soon for an answer?" The room echoes with my humour.
She suddenly bursts into laughter.
"You've made me speechless? Wow!" I exalt to Jackson beside me.
Barely audible, Scarlett wheezes, "That was...agh! Fucking...amazing!" She turns towards the camera.
"Like you took a cream filled donut and went to town, hey?" I cheer cheekily, and watch as she broadens her legs, displaying the pussy flagging Jackson's cum.
She drives her finger inside to extract some of it and licks it clean. Meanwhile, Jackson is still lying there, panting heavily.
"Up and at 'em, folks!" Scarlett urges, a teasing note in her voice. "We'll rest a bit before we tuck into lunch. On me, of course. What do you say?"
Jackson returns the gesture with a thumbs up.
After a couple of minutes, Scarlett lowers her legs and exits bed. And then she picks up the Black Widow costume tossed on the shaggy carpet, the crotch area of which is still drenched in her wetness.
"Here, toss this into the gift bag you promised him," she directs towards me, handing me the suit. "Let's go wash up." Scarlett calls out to Jackson as she reaches for a towel and heads for the bathroom.
ELSEWHERE
The following hours are filled with contentment and glee. Mr. Kyle persists in shooting for the Hollywood Swimmer's Only Fans, while they cleanse each other in the shower. Jackson, caught in a post-orgasmic haze, rubs soap onto Scarlett's body, while she does the same for his. He gets rock hard again. She returns his favour, soaping up his sturdy body too.
After their all-over body washing, they're seen engaged in "Post-Sex Interviews", as Mr. Kyle calls them, where they discuss the experience and their respective feelings during their lovemaking.
At a sumptuous, five-star restaurant, Scarlett graciously offers to pay and Jackson can only gape at the royal treatment she indulges him. Mr. Kyle comes out of nowhere with a gift bag in hand and offers it to Jackson. It's filled with her costume, a 'Scarlett's F*ck-My-Fan Winner' T-shirt, a year-long free subscription code to Scarlett's OnlyFans and an iPad containing a hundred personalised selfies of Scarlett to make cum tributes on; also, a pre-recorded video of Scarlett guiding Jackson on how to jerk off.
Being an immediate hit, this video rockets Scarlett to the top spot on her site. Not too distant in the future, Scarlett plans to hold another contest.
