The set was a dimly lit alleyway, recreated within the studio’s expansive soundstage. Cassie stood in her police uniform, the stiff fabric clinging to her curves in a way that felt both uncomfortable and strangely arousing. The director, a middle-aged man with a clipboard, barked instructions as the crew adjusted the lighting. Cassie’s heart pounded in her chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation. She glanced over at Travis, who leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes watching her intently. Beside him stood Marcus, a tall, muscular man with a chiseled jaw and a smirk that promised trouble. Marcus was Travis’s friend and co-star for the scene, and Cassie could already feel the heat radiating off him.

“Alright, Cassie,” the director called out, snapping her back to reality. “You’re a cop on patrol, and Marcus is the suspect. He’s resisting arrest, and you’re going to take him down. But… let’s say things get a little out of hand.” He winked, and Cassie felt her cheeks flush. She knew exactly what kind of scene this was going to be.

The cameras rolled, and Cassie approached Marcus, her hand resting on her holster. “Hands behind your back,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach. Marcus smirked, his eyes roaming over her body.

“Come on, officer,” he drawled. “You know you want to play rough.”

Before Cassie could respond, Marcus lunged, grabbing her wrists and pinning her against the wall. The force of his body against hers sent a jolt of desire through her. She struggled for a moment, playing the part, but Marcus was strong, his hands gripping her firmly.

“Stop resisting,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear.

Cassie let out a soft gasp as Marcus’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer. The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail of their bodies pressed together. Marcus’s lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, and her own body responded, her pussy growing wet with anticipation.

“Cut!” the director shouted, but Marcus didn’t let go. Instead, he whispered in her ear, “This isn’t acting, Cassie. You want this as much as I do.”

Cassie’s breath hitched as Marcus’s hands moved to her uniform, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing her lace bra underneath. The crew watched silently, knowing better than to interrupt. Travis stepped closer, his eyes dark with approval.

“Go on,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Show them what you’ve got.”

Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped the remainder of her uniform off, leaving Cassie in her bra and panties. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until they hardened. Cassie moaned softly, her head falling back as he kissed his way down her chest.

“On your knees,” Marcus ordered, and Cassie obeyed without hesitation. She knelt before him, her hands trembling as she unbuckled his belt. Marcus’s cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, and Cassie wasted no time wrapping her lips around it. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, her hands gripping his thighs.

Marcus groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Fuck, Cassie, you’re good at this.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, her mouth still full of his cock. “I’ve had practice,” she murmured, before taking him deeper, her throat tightening around him.

Travis watched from the sidelines, his own arousal evident. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to stroke Cassie’s hair. “That’s my girl,” he said, his voice filled with pride and desire.

Marcus pulled Cassie to her feet, pushing her against the wall again. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and thrust into her with one swift motion. Cassie gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Marcus growled, his hips snapping against hers.

Cassie moaned, her head falling back as Marcus pounded into her relentlessly. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the cameras capturing every angle. Travis moved closer, his hand reaching out to stroke Cassie’s clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Travis whispered. “Take it all.”

Cassie’s orgasm built, her body trembling as Marcus’s thrusts became harder, faster. She cried out, her walls clenching around him, and Marcus followed, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his cum.

The director called cut, but the moment wasn’t over. Travis stepped forward, his eyes locked on Cassie’s flushed face. “You did good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But we’re not done yet.”

He took her hand, leading her away from the set. Marcus followed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. They entered a private room, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Travis pushed Cassie onto the couch, her body still buzzing from the scene.

“On your knees,” Travis ordered, and Cassie obeyed, her hands resting on the cushion.

Travis stood in front of her, his cock already hard again. “Suck it,” he commanded, and Cassie opened her mouth, taking him in greedily. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking the tip as she moaned around him.

Marcus moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. “My turn,” he said, and Cassie felt his cock press against her wet pussy. He thrust into her slowly, his breath hot against her ear.

Cassie was sandwiched between them, Travis’s cock in her mouth, Marcus’s cock in her pussy. She moaned, her body overwhelmed with pleasure. Travis gripped her hair, thrusting into her mouth harder, while Marcus pounded into her from behind, his hands squeezing her breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Marcus groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

Cassie’s orgasm hit her again, her body shaking as she came around Marcus’s cock. Travis pulled out, his cum splattering across her face and chest. Marcus followed, his seed filling her once more.

Travis wiped Cassie’s face with a towel, his touch gentle despite the roughness of their encounter. “You ready for the next part?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Cassie nodded, her heart still racing. “What’s next?”

Travis smiled, taking her hand. “We’re going to make it permanent.”

They drove to a tattoo parlor, the silence in the car thick with anticipation. Cassie’s mind raced as she wondered what Travis had planned. When they arrived, Travis led her inside, his hand firm on her lower back.

The tattoo artist, a man with a sleeve of intricate designs, greeted them with a nod. “Ready for this?” he asked Cassie.

Cassie looked at Travis, her eyes questioning. Travis smiled, his hand cupping her cheek. “Trust me,” he said.

Cassie lay on the table, her lower abdomen exposed. The artist began to work, the needle buzzing against her skin. Travis stood beside her, his hand holding hers as the pain set in.

“What is it?” Cassie asked, her voice trembling.

Travis leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “‘Black Cock Only,’” he whispered.

Cassie’s breath hitched, her body flushing with arousal. The words were being etched above her pussy, a permanent reminder of her submission to Travis and the desires he had awakened in her.

When the tattoo was done, Travis helped Cassie up, his eyes admiring the fresh ink. “Perfect,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

On the drive home, Cassie couldn’t stop touching the tattoo, her fingers tracing the letters. Travis watched her, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You like it?” he asked.

Cassie nodded, her eyes meeting his. “I do.”

Travis pulled the car over, his hand reaching for her thigh. “Prove it,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Cassie didn’t hesitate. She unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning forward to unzip his pants. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly before wrapping her lips around it. Travis groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him deep, her mouth warm and wet.

“Fuck, Cassie,” he muttered, his hips bucking slightly. “You’re going to make me cum in your mouth.”

Cassie moaned around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs. She sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the head, her throat tightening around him. Travis’s breath quickened, his hands gripping her hair tighter.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, and Cassie obeyed, her lips sliding down his shaft as he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed every drop, her eyes meeting his as she pulled away.

Travis smiled, his hand cupping her cheek. “Good girl,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

When they arrived home, Travis handed Cassie an envelope. “Your payment for the scene,” he said.

Cassie opened it, her eyes widening at the stack of cash inside. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Travis pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing her forehead. “You earned it,” he said. “And this is just the beginning.”

Cassie leaned into him, her body still buzzing from the day’s events. As Travis’s hand slid down to her newly tattooed skin, Cassie smiled, her heart racing with anticipation for what the future held.

The story was far from over.