Sie's phone buzzed against the nightstand. The screen flashed "Unknown Number" with a Los Angeles area code. She answered on the third ring. 

"This Sie? It's Tony from Pornwood Hills. Adria gave me your number." His voice carried the casual authority of someone who owned every room he entered. "I got a project called Cum4K that would be perfect for your debut. Guy fucks you raw, cums inside you multiple times. You interested?" 

Her breath hitched. "What kind of question is that? When do I start?" 

"Atta girl. Studios at 9 AM sharp on Thursday. Bring your A-game." 

She spent the next three days training – edging herself constantly, watching sloppy creampie compilations to study the best angles, and even practising her O-faces in the mirror. 

The Shoot: Meeting Marco 

The makeup artist was just finishing Sie's smokey eye when the dressing room door swung open. Her reflection in the mirror showed a towering figure leaning against the doorframe – at least 6'5" of pure Italian muscle packed into black jeans and a wife-beater that showed off biceps thicker than her thighs. 

"You must be my little scene partner," Marco rumbled in a New York accent that rolled like thunder. His dark eyes raked over her as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "Tony didn't exaggerate. You're fucking gorgeous." 

Sie turned on her stool, letting her robe fall open just enough to show the curve of one breast. "And you're much bigger than I expected." 

Marco's smirk could have melted steel. He closed the distance between them in two strides. "Gotta ask, baby – are you cool with no condoms? Tony wants this to be as real as it gets." 

She reached for his belt buckle without breaking eye contact. "I've been on birth control since I was sixteen." 

The Scene Begins 

"Okay, people, we're rolling in five!" Tony's voice echoed through the soundstage. She lay back on the king-sized set bed, the cold metal of the camera rig looming overhead. Marco knelt between her legs, his massive cock already glistening with precum. 

"Action!" 

She wrapped her lips around Marco's thickness, moaning as the taste of him exploded across her tongue. She deepthroated him on the first try, her nose pressing into the coarse curls at his base. Spit dripped down her chin as she worked him with both hands, hollowing her cheeks with each upward stroke. 

"That's my girl," Marco growled, tightening his grip in her hair. "Show them how you suck a real cock." 

After two minutes of ferocious face-fucking, Marco flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. His tongue delved between her folds with the precision of a seasoned professional, licking broad stripes through her dripping pussy before zeroing in on her clit. 

"Oh fuck! Right there! Don't stop!" She arched off the bed, her fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure tore through her. 

Marco dragged her to the edge of the bed without breaking contact, his thick fingers joining his tongue to stretch her open. "Look at this pretty little cunt," he told the camera, spreading her slick lips with his thumbs. "Going to wreck this tight pussy." 

Main Event: Raw and Relentless 

When Marco finally sheathed himself inside her, Sie's scream echoed through the studio. He bottomed out in one brutal thrust, his balls slapping against her ass as he started a punishing rhythm. The camera zoomed in on where their bodies joined, capturing every detail of her stretched pussy gripping his monstrous cock. 

"You feel that, baby? That's what a real cock feels like," Marco grunted, slamming into her cervix with each stroke. 

She could only nod and moan, her nails raking down his back as pleasure overloaded her senses. He fucked her through three screaming orgasms before pausing to reposition. 

"Flip over. Time to take it from behind." 

She obeyed instantly, presenting her ass in the air. Marco spat between her cheeks before driving back in. The new angle hit deeper, her cries growing progressively more broken as he pounded her without mercy. The wet slap of skin on skin competed with the whirring of cameras. 

"Gonna cum, baby," Marco warned after twenty relentless minutes. 

"Yes! Fill me! Please!" She begged, pushing back against him. 

The first hot blast deep inside her sent her into another orgasm. Marco kept thrusting through his climax, pumping load after load of cum into her willing hole until it started dripping down her thighs. 

"Cut! Perfect!" Tony called. "Reset for scene two." 

The Encore 

Over the next two hours, Marco took Sie in every position the director could imagine – her legs over his shoulders, bent over the arm of a couch, even piledriving her against the wall. Each time he came inside her, the cameras captured the creampie in stunning 4K detail before they started again. By the final take, Sie's pussy was swollen and leaking, her makeup smeared, her voice hoarse from screaming. 

"Fucking hell," Tony said as they finally called wrap. "Sie, you're a superstar. I want you for our next five projects." 

After Hours 

Marco caught up with her at the studio bar that evening. "You were incredible today," he said, sipping his whisky. "Most girls tap out after the second creampie." 

She licked her lips. "I've still got energy. My hotel's around the corner." 

They didn't even make it past the doorway. Marco bent her over the dresser and claimed her raw all over again, filling her up one last time as they watched themselves in the mirror. 

"Welcome to porn, baby," he panted against her neck. 

They grinned at their sweaty reflection. She'd found her calling. 

Marco’s thick Italian cock pulsed inside Sie one last time, dumping another hot rope of cum deep into her well-used pussy. Her body trembled, clenched around him as her own orgasm ripped through her, milked out by the relentless grip of his shaft. 

“Fuck… you take it so good,” Marco groaned, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist as they both panted in the dim hotel room. 

Sie giggled, breathless and high on pleasure, turning her head to glance at their reflection—both of them glazed in sweat, sex-mussed, and completely wrecked. 

Then she saw it. 

A single notification on her phone, glowing ominously on the nightstand. 

Unknown Number: 

"I can see you, Sie. Better watch out." 

Her stomach dropped. Ice flooded her veins. 

"Marco…" she whispered, horrified. 

He followed her gaze and frowned. "What the fuck?" 

Her screen buzzed again. 

Unknown Number: 

"You look so pretty when you’re getting filled up. Can’t wait to show everyone else." 

Sie’s hands shook. Marco snatched the phone, eyes narrowing. "Who the hell is texting you this shit?" 

Her mind raced—who could be watching? Tony? A stalker? Someone from her past? 

A third message popped up 

Unknown Number: 

"Don’t bother looking. You’ll find out soon enough… in Part 4." 

TO BE CONTINUED…