Cons, MF, FemDom, Role Play
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“Hi… I’m, Peter Parker…,” Tom said exhausted, scared, and in shock.
“Hey Peter Parker,” Brie delivered in a lustful raspy tone accompanied by a devilish grin stretching from ear to ear, “got something for me?”
Aaaaand CUT! End Scene!
Brie Larson and Tom Holland were on the set of Marvel’s massive blockbuster, Avengers: End Game filming one of many smaller sets within the final fight imbedded the third act. Brie was back reprising her as Captain Marvel after recently being introduced into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Spider-man, aka Peter Parker, played by Tom Holland, was shooting his introductory scene with her where she swoops in and continues the quest to escort the Infinity Gauntlet to the Pym-mobile.
Brie was lowered to the ground gently like an angel falling to the earth with grace. Her spandex boots touched the rocky set below; toe then heel. She was dressed in her tight Captain Marvel outfit with a new short hair cut that made most if not all of the female crew members question their heterosexual relationships. She looked down on the young actor, third to have introduced as Spider-Man to audiences on the big screen. Tom was lying in a crater after previously shielding himself from impending movie magic death.
Brie blew a strand of her blonde locks that had fallen into her eyesight out of the way and continued to speak in the same tone she delivered the line.
“Nice delivery kid! I could really sense the utter grateful confusion in your voice.”
“Th-thanks,” he replied.
Tom had appreciated someone as decorated and confident as Brie giving him tips on his acting. There were plenty of stars to look up to on the set of the Marvel movies, but Brie’s presence on set was one he couldn’t describe. She was new to the Marvel scene, so it was nice to get a fresh pair of eyes and opinions on his work, but he also was constantly checking her out during her shoots and admiring her glowing aura between sets. Her blend of professionalism, humor, and pure sex appeal drove him crazy, especially since her suit left very little to the imagination.
He blushed when Brie complimented him. “That means a lot coming from you,” he added.
“Coming from me? Sounds like I’ve got a secret admirer,” she joked.
“No, no, more like a fan who loves your work!” Tom was sure to correct her. He didn’t want to make things awkward between setmates, nor did he want to lose his first big gig by saying something that might offend.
“Sure kid,” Brie responded and giggled.
They were only six years apart but couldn’t be more different in maturity. Tom had the stereotypical baby face: chubby cheeks, a sweet smile, and puppy dog eyes. Brie, while having a tremendous smile, could go from bubbly to as fierce as a warrior in the blink of an eye, something that really earned her the role as Marvel’s first leading female super hero. A real woman in Tom’s eyes. It didn’t help that he was also the youngest on the set, constantly being reminded by his costars and directors. Tom normally hated that kind of teasing from the people on set, but when he was teased by Brie, he couldn’t help but enjoy it. And in that moment enjoy it a little too much he did. His palms were sweaty, and his cock stiffened underneath his own tight super-suit, not completely erect but hardening none the less; still absolutely noticeable. Lucky for him, a massive Infinity Gauntlet prop was covering his lower half.
A loud announcement was made from a megaphone nearby.
“Alright everyone, we’re going to take a thirty-minute break. Feel free to get some food in the break area but please for the love of god do not get anything on the suits. Oh, and don’t touch your faces. We need to make sure the wound makeup stays as perfect as possible so we can avoid as much post effect time as possible.”
Tom didn’t take his eyes off Brie, still standing over him, the entire time the announcement had been directed. Just then, the prop team showed up over his shoulder in a rush to move the gauntlet from one scene to the next. He pleaded to give him a second while he got up and caught his breath, but they had a job to do. Brie looked down as he caused a mini scene between the four people in immediate ear shot.
“Sorry Mr. Holland, but Mr. Brolin needs this for a scene they’re shooting over on set six.”
The two underpaid exhausted crew members rushed the gauntlet quickly out of eyesight leaving Tom sweating trying to cover his dick-printed manhood. Brie noticed the outline of a thick circumcised head connected to a long shaft that poked out of his suit, stretching the spandex as her eyes widened. Tom observed a noticeable change in the expression on her face as he knew what could be seen. He felt horrible for practically flashing the strongest being in the MCU. He desperately tried to reposition himself and change the subject to avoid his embarrassment.
“So, uh-UH, how’d you like the set? They give us some pretty good food here,” he practically cried as he gave out a nervous chuckle. His entire face was as bright as a tomato. Marvel hired Tom because his real-life personality projected Peter Parker’s personality to a T. Their likeness was unseen in previous iterations of the character and is in part why they hired him; that and because he was so god damn adorable.
Brie raised a single eyebrow and crossed her arms covering the Captain Marvel emblem across her ample chest, “just a fan huh?”
“Wh-what,” Tom asked in bewilderment. He tried to remember every trick in the book for how to shrink an unwanted erection. He flexed his legs in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his modesty.
Brie walked towards him with a slow walk that would make any man faint.
“C’mon kid. Let me show you some real acting lessons.” Brie took the younger man by hand and led him to her trailer.
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The door closed behind the two stars and Brie locked it shut. Tom heard the click of the lock and produced an audible gulp in his throat. He hadn’t known what he got himself into with Miss Larson but was knew that she must have seen his accidental erection and brought him here to scold or possibly blackmail him. Even in his youth he wasn’t a naïve man; he knew he would receive no acting lessons from Brie.
The Captain Marvel actress didn’t beat around the bush. “I saw your little stunt back there.”
“L-listen I don’t know what you saw Miss Larson but I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to offend or anything I-“
“First of all, you can call me Brie, for now. As much as I appreciate the formalities, it’s not like I’m royalty over here. And second… offend me?” She started to unbuckle the straps on her blue and red gloves. “I saw what you were working with kid. Offended is the last word I’d use.”
She grinned as Tom returned to the same highlighter pink complexion from before. Tom had no idea how to react. There was a brief silence before Brie cut the sexual tension again.
“Now you’re quiet? I haven’t been around the camp long, but I’ve heard you’ve got a real motor on your kid. Intimidated?”
He tried to change the topic, “o-our intermission is only th-thirty minutes; I don’t think we’re supposed to take our costumes off.”
Brie had begun to remove her boots. She slipped her bare heels out of the tall, hard bottomed footwear. She laughed.
“Thirty minutes?” Practically falling over with laughter, “kid you’ll be lucky to last ten.”
The same pressure in Tom’s suit around his crotch reemerged. His shaft stiffened while his suit pressed his cock just under his navel. A drop of sweat fell from his hairline and landed on Brie’s suit; she was now inches from his own. The warmth could be felt bouncing between their bodies like the molecules inside a nuclear reactor core. The aggressive victress reached a hand out and cupped his entire bulge with a single exaggerated palm and gave a light squeeze. Tom’s entire body jumped at the sudden intrusive contact while Brie scanned him up and down until resting her gaze on his young baby face.
“So Peter Parker,” she whispered in the same lustful raspy tone as before, accompanied by a devilish grin stretching from ear to ear, “got something for me,” and winked.
Their lips met with an electricity and swapped spit with a revolving door of tongue. Tom reached behind Brie and slid his hands slowly down her back to cup her petite toned ass. Brie’s went straight for the money maker, gripping both of Tom’s full cheeks through his Spidey suit. She managed to pull them enough to give them a sharp smack startling the young man. They broke their kiss.
Tom opened his eyes to see a lust burning in Brie’s eyes, his hands still palming her ass. She backed up and turned around. Just below her neckline, her suit was already splitting in V formation where it came undone. She looked over her shoulder staring at her young fuck toy and blew another annoying strand of her pixie bangs out of her sight.
“Help me with the suit?”
A silent Tom approached and slipped the suit off her shoulders and down her sides revealing her incredibly tone and muscular back. Brie had trained for months preparing for her role as Captain Marvel, and the work showed. The suit was down to her waist and beginning to reveal the dimples of her lower back. Then she jiggled and jumped until it fell past her ass. Tom was stunned staring at her masterpiece of a backside. She stepped out and spun around slowly, giving him total access to what so many fan-boys would pay thousands for. He looked up as Brie was now facing him again. His jaw dropped to the floor. Standing in front of him was Brie Larson, Captain Marvel, totally naked, revealing her two best assets in their full glory: her bountiful breasts and her stunning smile. They were both perfect; her breasts were perky, yet large; soft yet her nipples were oh so sharp. Her areolas were small in relation to the actual size of her C cup chest; deceiving in her super suit for sure. She flashed her pearly whites at Tom. She had seen this look on many of men’s faces before. Every man she had ever been with gave that same starstruck dumbfounded ogling look when she presented herself.
Tom snapped back to reality and clumsily stripped out of his suit at the speed of light. He squeezed the bottom half of his costume off when his stiffened seven-inch cock sprung free, bouncing out like it had been trapped in there with no room to breathe for a millennium. Brie licked her lips and got down on her knees in the stuffy trailer. Her eyeline met his cock as she held it up straight against his body like it was still confined to his suit.
“So, this is the mighty weapon I was told we were going to use to defeat Thanos, huh?” She giggled again. It wasn’t the biggest cock she had taken, but it was in her complete control, and that turned her own like nothing before. Her own privates tingled with sensation.
He said nothing; no witty line or snappy come back. All he could muster was a throat-clearing grunt.
Brie cupped his entire girth from under his ballsack, using her grasp like a cock ring, and gave it all a good shake like she was playing with her snack before devouring it. She stuck her tongue out and circled the base of his sack until she traced the line that ran from his balls to his head up the middle of his shaft.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Tom muttered with his head thrown backwards.
She licked and licked and scoffed playfully, “pffft, just a fan!”
She sunk her lips around the head of his engorged cock and lowered her mouth downwards, ingesting his entire seven inches in one swift go before pulling it out again, now covered in a goo of saliva and precum. She looked up to get an impression from her costar but found his eyes exploring the ceiling of the trailer. She got back to work sucking Tom’s cock.
Her hands were wrapped around his sides squeezing and pulling apart his doughy bubble butt while he stood there. Tom was known for his boyish yet alluring figure, and Brie loved a nice ass. He held his cock straight up just like before, cupping his scrotum, and ran her tongue down further than it had before. She sucked the skin just below his sack and kept going further and further.
Tom was unsure how to react. He was pretty sure he was straight, and none of the girls his age he had been with had ever gone anywhere near his ass before. But Brie was a different beast: a confident older woman who had experience and knew exactly what she wanted. She pulled apart his boy butt from the sides and traced his completely shaved rim.
Another expletive escaped Tom’s mouth. “I-I’ve never done that befo-before!”
Brie was too busy to respond. She had a face full of ass that she was slurping, lapping at, and enjoying while one of her free hands was preoccupied stroking Tom’s cock. Her nose was pressed against his sweaty gooch, taking in every wonderful scent, while her hair was free for Tom to run his hands through, massaging her scalp. She took one last sweep of his manhole with her tongue as it lapped at the inside sides of his cheeks until her face escaped from underneath his body to retrace her steps back on the journey to Spider-man’s bellend. Brie took one last deep throat before she eased off him.
“I need this now. You’ve had sex before, right kid?” Her eyes watered from the sucking, but her money-making smile never faded. She stood up and prepped her pussy with her fingers. Not much extra work was needed though, as Tom watched as juices ran from her folds down her long milky thighs.
Tom was surprised by her question, “what? Of course I have! How old do you think I am?!”
Brie looked at him, “eighteen?” she said with a high pitched and hopeful guess as she giggled.
“I’m only a couple years younger than you Brie!” He gave his cocks a couple pumps to make sure he was ready to put on a show to try to impress the Marvel mistress. They both moved over to the couch on the other side of the small room.
“Well that’s good,” she exclaimed. “You don’t look it!”
She was right. Between Brie’s pixie haircut, confident attitude, and body of work in the industry, it really seemed like she’d lapped Tom’s age twice around.
Tom rested against the edge of the couch before Brie pushed him over, his back flat against the leathery soft surface. She straddled his waist before resting her bare ass on his knees. Her tits hung in front of his face. They locked eyes, then lips for a second time.
“We have to make this quick,” she said. She lifted her pale ass up and lined her pussy up directly over top of his rod. She lowered down on top of his girth. Her cunt stretched around his shape as they moaned in unison, fitting his key in her lock.
“God yes! Thrust it up all the way inside me Spider-man. Give me that cock,” she moaned out. She slowly lowered her body down to his with a smile, then back up, over and over. The suction created a sucking sound as her lips gripped to Tom’s cock while she rode his body.
Tom leaned forward to pop one of Brie’s breasts into his mouth and gave a suck like he was expecting something to come out.
“Suck on my tits Tom. Fuck!” She arched her back like a wolf howling at a full moon, overwhelmed with pleasure.
*slap slap slap*
Brie’s ass and bare legs smacked against her costar’s thighs. Her ass collided with his balls every time she fell down his cock, letting him deeper within her. The head of his manhood brushed against her rocklike g-spot inside her, sending her wave after wave of sensation upon every punch. On one last thrust, she pushed downwards hard, cumming on top of Tom’s cock. She held her body in place, spinning her ass in circles, while she rode her orgasm out.
“MmmmMMm YYES,” she screamed.
Tom was panting hard as he made sure that he gave her pink nipples extra attention during her climax. That matched with a couple of spanks to her pale ass helped pushed her over the edge. Her body involuntarily gave a couple jolts before she came back to reality. She mustered a couple of blinks and stared down at Tom as she ran her hands up his smooth chiseled chest.
“Now it’s your turn kid!”
She kept her crotch against his as if it was stuck together with her womanly juices. She grinded her body on his, her clit dancing around his navel while her ass brushed all around his balls. Her movement were in a rhythmic melody and she swirled her pussy on Tom’s cock.
“You like when I grind on that dick? Hmmm,” she asked rhetorically.
“Y-Yes Brie! Just like that! Keep going please!”
“Is this super hero pussy gonna make you cum Spider-man? Hmmm,” she asked again.
“Fuuuuck YEEES Brie,” Tom moaned. His hands ran up Brie’s muscular back, feeling every rivet and definition.
A warm thick white cream built up around the entrance of Brie’s hole where their privates met; a combination of her juice, Tom’s building orgasm, and pure sweat caused by the friction of their lust. It was drizzling down his balls onto his thighs. Their bodies both covered with a layer of sweat. Brie’s once perfectly styled Captain Marvel hair now loose and clearly impacted by the passion of their sex.
Brie leaned in to suck on Tom’s neck throwing caution to the wind of detection; caught in the lust of pure physical attraction and animalistic need. Tom reclined his head back in sexual agony and warned the bombshell grinding his cock without mercy.
“Brie,” he panted, “I’m going to c-c-cumm!”
“Good! Hold it in kid, don’t do that inside me!” She buckled down and rode harder. She positioned her hands on his pecks for maximum stability.
He gave out a louder, more passionate moan as his hands gripped the couch around him. His eyes shut. Brie pulled her ass off him flicking his cock hard against his stomach, still engorged and pulsing. The buildup of sex foam seeped out of her open hole onto his balls. Her hand flung into action and gripped his mass, pulling at the skin covering his shaft. Lubed up with her own insides, she pumped and pumped and pumped while her other hand curiously reached around his ass and teased his forbidden entrance.
“Are you going to cum for me Peter Parker,” she asked while servicing the twenty-three-year-old actor.
“YES!”
“Are you going to give me what I WANT?”
“Y-yes Captain Marvel! I’m going to fucking cc-cUMMM!”
Tom’s thick young cock shot rope after rope of warm goop up onto his chest, a bit covering Brie’s dainty hands and fingers, and a splatter up onto his neck where she had previously been sucking. Brie was no amateur, she kept pumping and milking his cock for every last drop. Two more tiny spurts leaked out when his balls gave one final push. She flattened his member against his body and smushed it into his own juices, covering it in cum. The bit that covered Brie’s hand she had pulled off with her ass-teasing hand and spread it between her index and ring fingers.
“Look, it’s your spidery web,” she giggled and joked as she flashed her award-winning beam at Tom. He gave an exhausted laugh looking on at the naked woman playing with his cum. She scooped up the remaining cum with a single continuous lick, snowballing his seed in her mouth. And with a single swallow, she said:
“Thanks kid, I needed that!”
Tom replied, “don’t mention it Brie.”
She was already up and putting her suit back on. “That’ll be Miss Larson to you now. Your thirty minutes in heaven is up.” She pointed over to the clock on the wall of the sex-reeked trailer. “You better hurry up!”
“Shit!” Tom sprung up from his post-nut paradise and frantically reassembled his costume as best he could. Brie gave his juicy ass another hard spank as he walked by.
“Don’t be a stranger now,” she winked as she exited the trailer in front of him.
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