Dawn the Star 4
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Dawn is frustrated that she got shown up by Bangin' Bill and decides to blow off some steam with her servants.
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The Director looks down to the groaning, rolling Dawn and sighs, looking at his watch. “Well, everyone, I think its about time we all pack up anyway. We got enough footage for the guys in editing to make something useful out of it, I suppose. That’s a wrap! Let’s pack it in!”
Trisha walks up to her mistress and her friend and holds her hand out for her. “You’ve had a busy day. How’s it feel?”
Dawn grumbles and grabs Trisha’s hand, pushing herself up with her friend and servant’s help. “It’s not enough,” she says, her voice gravely, desperate.
Trisha shrugs. “I didn’t think it would be. Here, have this” she says, grabbing a towel from a rack.
Dawn grabs Trisha’s hand, staring her down with a power and intimidation that bypasses the absurdity of her cum-stained face. “Not yet,” she says. “I told you I’m not done.”
Trisha bites her lip, and shakes her head really quickly. “O… okay, so what next?” the pregnant woman asks.
“Dressing room,” Dawn responds, letting go of her. “Don’t dawdle.” She turns on her heel and heads off, Trisha following her not far behind.
When Dawn opens the door, she is immediately greeted by her husband Rob, who stands up excitedly and claps. “Great Job, dear!” he said.
Sitting on the vanity is a laptop, which had a live feed of the set on it.
“You’re going to make a lot of teenage boys happy.
“Teenagers don’t pay for their porn,” Dawn says, rolling her eyes as she steps into the room, sitting down on her chair and crossing one leg over the other. “Now, strip.”
Rob blinks a moment,but then smiles, pulling off his shirt. As he undresses, Trisha walks into the room and giggles, shaking her head.
“Already, Dawn? Aren’t you the least bit tired?”
“No…” Dawn says, giving her that same intense look. She then smirks, leaning her sticky cheek onto her knuckles as she watches her husband.
Rob continues to strip down until he’s out of all of his clothing, his cock already stiffening from the previous show.
“Sit,” Dawn commands, and he plops back down on the chair, his feet flat on the ground, spread out to give her a view of his junk.
“Fap.” She commands, shifting from favoring her left to her right. “Think of whatever you want. Me… Trisha, your favorite furry band, whatever. I don’t care. I just want you hard and ready.”
Rob sighs and closes his eyes, wrapping his fingers around his dick. He slowly strokes along it, his breath becoming slightly broken as he gets into the view. “Ooh, Dawn, I’m thinking of-”
Dawn hisses, placing a finger to her lips. “It doesn’t matter who you fantasize about. What matters is what happens here. Trisha.” She says, giving her friend a snap of her fingers. “On your knees.”
“M… my knees?” Trisha asks, placing a hand upon her chest, gasping in feigned surprise. Dawn smirks at her performance, knowing full well that the role-playing they did was only there to enhance their pleasure. Trisha was more than willing to do any degrading thing for her goddess. “Your knees… clothing optional.”
“Yo… you’re giving me a choice?” the falsely timid Trisha says, pulling off her dress jacket and letting it fall to the ground. She then steps out of her high heels.
“What do you think, slave?” Dawn says, sitting up now, her hands gripping the arms of her seat.
“Very well, my goddess,” Trisha says, bowing. She unbuttons her shirt, exposing, first, her black lace undergarments. When she peels off her top, she takes her bra strap down along with it, letting her slightly swollen breasts spill free. Already, their sensitivity has increased, ready for when they would produce milk for her child.
Rob opens his eye, seeing the pregnant belly of Trisha and he wonders… was that Devon’s child? Was it one of the other people that Trisha swings with, or was it… is it his?
Trisha glances to him, rubbing her swollen belly gently, a smile forming on her lips as she flutters her eyes at him. With a happy sigh, she gets down onto her knees, holding her stomach from the bottom, her other hand resting on top of her motherly breasts as she faces him.
“I’m not the only one going to have a shot gun facial today,” Dawn says. “Show no mercy to her face, my love,” she tells Rob, and then bites her thumbnail. “That stupid Bill,” she grumbles. “Telling me I’m not a star. I’m the greatest at everything related to sex. He’s just a pretender.
“Y-yes you are, mistress!” Trisha says, her eyes fixated on Rob, though. “There’s no one who can ever compare to you.”
Rob groans, lifting up his hips as he strokes himself faster and faster, his hand running along his shaft in a blur of motion. He lets out a broken groan before he finally says. “D… Dawn, I love you!”
With that declaration, he fires off on Trisha, shooting ropey spurts and covering Trisha’s dark face with the pearly whiteness all over her. She sighs and reaches up, rubbing it all over her face as if it were body lotion, leaving her with a faint mask of Rob’s sex seed.
Dawn pushes herself up from her seat and saunters over to Trisha, where she kneels down and scoops up some of the cum remaining on her chin. She then rubs it down along her body, marking over those swollen tits and giving them a squeeze. Trisha gasps as she stares, half-lidded, into Dawn’s eyes, questioningly.
“I’m tired of this,” Dawn says, leaning in and brushing her lips against Trisha’s. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up… I wanna snuggle… with both of you!” she says, smiling up to her loving husband, who is out of breath and dazed from how hot that whole day had been. Show business is fun and all, but in the end, it is just business. Nothing can top good, old-fashioned fun.