The next evening rolled around, thick with unspoken tension. Stiles had spent the day fidgeting, her mind replaying Jackson’s words over and over like a forbidden loop. She tried to distract herself with chores, but every time she bent over to dust or load the dishwasher, her micro-skirt hiked up, reminding her of how exposed she always was. By dinner, she was a bundle of nerves, her pink pussy already aching faintly from the naughty thoughts she couldn’t shake.

They ate in the living room—takeout Chinese, slurping noodles on the couch. Stiles wore a slutty little outfit as always: a sheer pink babydoll top that hugged her massive tits like a glove, the lace barely containing her heavy curves, with her pale pink nipples pressing against the fabric. Paired with it was a tiny pair of denim shorts that dug into her thick ass cheeks, the zipper undone just enough to show a hint of her lace thong. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, blushing when Jackson’s eyes lingered on her cleavage.

After they finished, Jackson pulled her into their bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over the rumpled sheets. He sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him. “C’mere, baby. I wanna show you something.”

Stiles hesitated, her doe eyes wide and innocent. “What is it?” she murmured, voice soft and shy as she perched beside him, her juicy ass sinking into the mattress. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, already feeling that familiar tingle.

Jackson grinned, pulling out his phone. “Just some examples. So you can see what it’s really like. No big deal.” He tapped the screen, pulling up a shady p*rn site—the same one tied to that agency ad. He scrolled quickly, finding a clip labeled Innocent Newbie Takes Monster Cock. “Watch this. It’s just acting, like I said.”

The video started: a shy-looking girl, not nearly as curvy as Stiles, blushing on a couch as a ripped guy with a massive, veiny cock approached her. The camera zoomed in as he stripped her, her small tits bouncing free. Then he spread her legs, his huge dick slapping against her thigh before plunging in deep. The girl gasped, moaning as he railed her hard, her pussy stretching around his girth.

Stiles’s pink lips parted in shock. “Oh my god, Jackson!” she squeaked, covering her face with both hands, peeking through her fingers. “That’s… that’s so dirty! Turn it off!” But she didn’t look away. Her cheeks burned crimson, spreading down her neck to the tops of her spilling breasts. Secretly, her thighs clenched together, rubbing subtly as heat flooded her core. Her fat, hairless pussy lips swelled against her thong, a slick wetness starting to soak through the lace. He’s so big… how does it even fit? she thought, biting her lip behind her hands.

Jackson chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “See? She’s just like you—shy at first. But look how much she’s loving it now.” On screen, the guy pounded harder, the girl’s moans turning to screams of pleasure as he gripped her hips, his balls slapping against her ass. “Imagine that payout, baby. Thousands for a few minutes of this.”

Stiles whimpered, shaking her head but still peeking. “It’s… it’s too much. People watching her get… get fucked like that.” Her voice trembled, but her body betrayed her—nipples rock-hard under the babydoll, pussy throbbing with need. She shifted, thighs squeezing tighter, the friction making her clit ache.

Noticing her squirm, Jackson’s hand slid down her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of her shorts. “You’re getting wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice low and dirty. Before she could protest, he unzipped her shorts with one hand, tugging them down her hips just enough to expose her pink lace thong, soaked through and clinging to her puffy lips. “Fuck, look at you. Dripping already.”

“J-Jackson, no…” Stiles gasped, but she didn’t stop him, her hands still half-covering her face as the video played on—now the guy was flipping the girl over, railing her doggy-style, her ass jiggling with every thrust.

His fingers slipped under the thong, finding her slick folds. “Shh, just watch,” he murmured, two fingers pushing inside her tight, fat pussy without warning. She was so wet they slid in easily, curling to hit that spot that made her toes curl. “See how he’s stretching her? You’d take it even better with this perfect little cunt.”

Stiles moaned softly, hips bucking against his hand despite herself. “Ahh… that’s… oh god…” Her walls clenched around his fingers as he pumped them slowly, thumb circling her swollen clit. The video’s sounds filled the room—wet slaps, guttural grunts, the girl’s cries of “Harder, fuck me harder!”

“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” Jackson growled, speeding up his fingers, fucking her pussy with them while his free hand squeezed one of her massive tits through the top. “Some big stud cock slamming into you on camera. Your shy little face blushing while millions jerk off to your huge tits bouncing.”

She shook her head, but her body arched, pussy gushing around his digits. “N-no… I couldn’t… mmmph!” A third finger joined, stretching her, his thumb rubbing her clit faster. Her hands finally dropped from her face, gripping the sheets as she watched the screen—the guy pulling out to cum all over the girl’s back, ropes of thick white seed painting her skin.

Jackson paused the video, tossing the phone aside. “You could, baby. And you’d be a fucking star.” He yanked her shorts off completely, then ripped the babydoll top over her head, her enormous breasts spilling free—heavy, round, nipples stiff and begging. He pushed her back onto the bed, stripping his own clothes in a frenzy, his cock springing out hard and throbbing.

Stiles lay there, naked except for the thong shoved aside, her porcelain skin flushed pink all over. “Jackson… what if I say no?” she whispered shyly, but her legs parted instinctively, exposing her glistening pink pussy, lips fat and parted, begging to be filled.

He climbed between her thighs, positioning himself missionary-style, his cockhead nudging her entrance. “You won’t,” he said, voice rough with lust. “Because deep down, my shy little slut wants this. Wants to get railed for cash.” He thrust in hard, burying half his length in one go, her tight walls gripping him like a vice.

“Ohhh! Too deep!” Stiles cried out, back arching, her huge tits jiggling wildly. But she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her nails dug into his back as he started pounding, hard and relentless, the bed creaking under them.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jackson grunted, slamming into her over and over, his balls slapping her ass. “Imagine a bigger cock than mine stretching this fat pussy. You’d moan just like that girl, wouldn’t you? Begging for more while the cameras catch every drip.”

Stiles’s moans grew louder, shy whimpers turning to filthy gasps. “Ahh… Jackson… it’s so wrong… but… mmm, harder!” Her pussy clenched, squirting a little with each thrust, soaking the sheets. She covered her mouth with one hand, embarrassed by her own sounds, but he pinned it down.

“No hiding, baby. Let me hear you. Tell me you’ll do it. Tell me you’ll audition and let them fuck this perfect cunt.” He angled deeper, hitting her cervix, his pace brutal now—sweat dripping, bodies slapping together obscenely.

“I… I can’t… oh god, yes!” Stiles wailed, her free hand squeezing her own tit, pinching the nipple. “It feels so good… imagining it… being watched… fucked like a whore…”

“That’s my girl,” Jackson snarled, leaning down to bite her neck, sucking a mark into her white skin. “You’ll be the hottest p*rn star ever. Shy face, massive tits, this juicy ass—men will cum buckets watching you take dick after dick.” He grabbed her thighs, spreading her wider, pounding even harder, his cock swelling inside her.

Stiles’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling. “Yes… yes, I’ll do it! I’ll audition… make us rich… let them use me…” The words tumbled out in a shy, breathless rush, her pussy spasming around him as she came hard, walls milking his shaft, juices flooding out.

“Fuck yes!” Jackson roared, thrusting a few more times before burying deep, cumming inside her with hot, thick spurts. Rope after rope filled her up, overflowing around his cock, dripping down her ass. He collapsed on her, both panting, his seed leaking from her stretched pussy.

They lay there, tangled and sticky, Stiles’s cheeks still flushed with that innocent blush. “I… I mean it,” she whispered shyly, tracing his chest. “I’ll try. For us.”

Jackson kissed her deeply, tasting her pink lips. “Good girl. Tomorrow, we call the agency.”