Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

His Secret Job (P6)

Info - reader and Timmy are porn stars, overstimulation, multicum, unprotected sex, nipple clamps that vibrate, sensitivity, feather play, filming porn, possessive reader, sub space, needing after care, pain and pleasure, crying during sex, saying stop but not using safe word, cocky Timmy, cream pie, calling reader a cock whore

"Overstimulation," he said once we were in the studio.

"What?" I asked.

"Overstimulation, it's a whole genre," he explained. It's where I push you to your absolute limits, until the pleasure is so good it nearly hurts. It's very popular," he explained.

"So, what should I expect?" I asked.

"Um, you'll come a lot, there may be some pain but we have a safe word for that when it's absolutely too much. Also expect to be like a mess after, it's okay if your hair is knotted and your voice is gone and you're sweating, oh and crying, people usually cry."

"Cry?" I asked in fear. "Like in pain."

"Kinda, but not really, it's like so good it's bad, like when the water is so hot it feels cold for a second," he tried to describe it but I still felt scared.

"Don't worry, you're a natural, you did so well last time, I didn't even need a fluffer," he smiled.

"I-I, Timmy this is big stuff really fast. I'm not a seasoned porn star," I said cagily.

"Common," he said moving in, a smoldering expression on his gorgeous face.

"Be a good girl, for me?" He asked and rubbed my naked breast gently. I let out a soft whine.

"Okay, okay," I agreed.

"Oh and there will be vibrating nipple clamps and a feather," he added.

"This sounds like a mad lib," I said.

"Come on Princess," he cooed to me once the camera started. "Let me show you a whole new world."

I laid down on the bed and immediately, clamps were put on my nipples. He hit a button and they began to vibrate. I moaned and arched upwards desperately. He chuckled darkly. He brought out a huge feather from somewhere. He began to gently flutter it over my body. I was chills all over.

"Feeling horny?" He asked me sweetly. I nodded, I felt so good, only his cock would add to the experience. The feather moved down to my cunt and got wet in my desire.

"Soooo wet, lovely," he purred.

"I want you," I huffed.

"Here I come," he said. He pushed in at a snails pace. I felt every vein, every twitch, every new drop of precum. While he entered me the damn feather flitted over my skin, trailing my wet essence over myself.

"Finally," I gasped when he bottomed out. He was completely still and quiet like a statue for a moment. He'd gotten me so used to stillness and slowness that it was a shock to my system when he began to ram his cock in and out of me at a merciless speed.

"T!" I howled. His full balls were smacking me with every thrust.

"That's right new girl," he cooed my porn name.

"Going drive you crazy with my cock," He repositioned so he was braced with his hands on either side of my head. He looked dangerous, as he somehow picked up the speed. He bit the side of my soft breast and paired with the vibrations on my nipples it made me scream.

"T, please, love your cock, just wanna worship it," I panted.

"I know sweetie, I know, so many do, yet I let him be buried in your cunt," he smirked. I loved his cocky porn persona. I was scrambling, holding onto him dear life, ankles locked around him, pulling him on top of me, I needed to feel his weight. His hands lost purchase and he fell on me. He was still working, quite the professional, rutting his cock into my hole. I pulled him into a sloppy kiss. He let me kiss him desperately.