Bi-Sexual Female / 25
Film Industry Free Use Slut
Found out a lot of my friends were meeting film actors, singers, and producers as well as music industry executives on there for hookups. Then I started reading articles about yachting and I knew what I wanted to do. Who was obviously a demand for women who were DTF. So I bought a ticket for Cannes and showed up to hustle. I had no intention of finding paid work at first. But I guessed that the easiest way in was to apply for stylist or personal assistant jobs.
Turns out at my hotel the concierge was very kind. He told me that one of his guests, an actor, was looking for someone to help her get ready for the red carpet. The job was very simple. She wanted me to dye her shoes to match her gown. She had two other girls doing her nails, hair, and make-up.
Her husband was a well-known film director and he had come in to watch. I wondered why a husband would be interested in watching his wife get ready for an event. But he was actually shopping for a partner for later.
My boss, the actor, asked me if I was okay with hanging out on a boat to wait for her with a change of clothes, shoes, make-up, skin care and snacks for the after party. After packing a small by the for her, I went with her husband to the marina.
The "boat" took us out to the bay, to the superyacht of one of the investors in their production company. I was taken to the state room my boss would be staying in and when I put down her bag, her husband asked me if I wanted to pitch him something.
Figuring that it was a signal, I pulled off my dress and let him look at me. He unbuckled his trousers and asked me to turn around. He gently bent me over a table and then proceeded to slide his thick, throbbing cock on my pussy. He didn't bother closing the blinds so the crew saw us for sure.
I let him fuck me raw and when he wanted to cum he asked if it was okay and I told him not to pull out. I was soon filled with his warm spunk and I knew I had hit the jackpot. My pussy was now free use.
After I cleaned myself up, he asked me if I was willing to play that evening and I said I willing to be used by every man in Cannes. He told me to sit on the bed and started texting someone. After about 15 minutes or so, a very handsome crew member came in. He had a beautiful square face, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. He was one of the bridge crew, and he wasted no time taking off his clothes. He climbed on top of me and for the second time in an hour I had a thick meaty cock pushing it's way me, thrusting earnestly, working to fill me with his creamy semen.
When he shuddered and collapsed on me, I couldn't believe my luck. I was starting my journey as a free use film industry slut. To my surprise, he asked me if I wanted a staff position. And I told him I had no intention of cleaning toilets or changing bed sheets.
The actor's husband heard this and laughed. He was so used to seeing people fuck that he was texting the whole time. He explained that the boat belonged to a friend so a staff job meant that I would need to entertain the celebrities and banker types who would be renting the yacht. And seeing that having someone on staff who was DTF was an "amenity", it was going to be my only job.
Of course, there was a training session. And I passed it easily. Later that evening, a group of drunk old men, some C list actors and D list celebrities, wanted their cocks sucked. So while I had a cock in mouth, another was pounding me, doggy style. I had several trains ran on me that evening. Fucked, rammed, pounded, came in.
The next morning, I was handed a bikini and a wetsuit and told that those were my uniforms. I was the onboard "water safety supervisor" for the two on board lap pools. My name tag read, "Cindy".
Let's say, my pussy was always wet. Either with lube, cum, or my own juices. And the tips? Fabulous. Lunch dates? Shopping with generous guests? All an added bonus.
Turns out at my hotel the concierge was very kind. He told me that one of his guests, an actor, was looking for someone to help her get ready for the red carpet. The job was very simple. She wanted me to dye her shoes to match her gown. She had two other girls doing her nails, hair, and make-up.
Her husband was a well-known film director and he had come in to watch. I wondered why a husband would be interested in watching his wife get ready for an event. But he was actually shopping for a partner for later.
My boss, the actor, asked me if I was okay with hanging out on a boat to wait for her with a change of clothes, shoes, make-up, skin care and snacks for the after party. After packing a small by the for her, I went with her husband to the marina.
The "boat" took us out to the bay, to the superyacht of one of the investors in their production company. I was taken to the state room my boss would be staying in and when I put down her bag, her husband asked me if I wanted to pitch him something.
Figuring that it was a signal, I pulled off my dress and let him look at me. He unbuckled his trousers and asked me to turn around. He gently bent me over a table and then proceeded to slide his thick, throbbing cock on my pussy. He didn't bother closing the blinds so the crew saw us for sure.
I let him fuck me raw and when he wanted to cum he asked if it was okay and I told him not to pull out. I was soon filled with his warm spunk and I knew I had hit the jackpot. My pussy was now free use.
After I cleaned myself up, he asked me if I was willing to play that evening and I said I willing to be used by every man in Cannes. He told me to sit on the bed and started texting someone. After about 15 minutes or so, a very handsome crew member came in. He had a beautiful square face, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. He was one of the bridge crew, and he wasted no time taking off his clothes. He climbed on top of me and for the second time in an hour I had a thick meaty cock pushing it's way me, thrusting earnestly, working to fill me with his creamy semen.
When he shuddered and collapsed on me, I couldn't believe my luck. I was starting my journey as a free use film industry slut. To my surprise, he asked me if I wanted a staff position. And I told him I had no intention of cleaning toilets or changing bed sheets.
The actor's husband heard this and laughed. He was so used to seeing people fuck that he was texting the whole time. He explained that the boat belonged to a friend so a staff job meant that I would need to entertain the celebrities and banker types who would be renting the yacht. And seeing that having someone on staff who was DTF was an "amenity", it was going to be my only job.
Of course, there was a training session. And I passed it easily. Later that evening, a group of drunk old men, some C list actors and D list celebrities, wanted their cocks sucked. So while I had a cock in mouth, another was pounding me, doggy style. I had several trains ran on me that evening. Fucked, rammed, pounded, came in.
The next morning, I was handed a bikini and a wetsuit and told that those were my uniforms. I was the onboard "water safety supervisor" for the two on board lap pools. My name tag read, "Cindy".
Let's say, my pussy was always wet. Either with lube, cum, or my own juices. And the tips? Fabulous. Lunch dates? Shopping with generous guests? All an added bonus.
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