Anne Curtis stepped into the dimly lit studio, heart hammering against her ribs. She had done photoshoots, red carpets, even a couple of steamy scenes in mainstream films, but this was different. This was raw porn, no script, no cuts, just her and Mr Moo on camera for the first time. The guy they called Mr Moo stood waiting, tall and broad, his nickname coming from the thick, heavy cock that swung between his legs like it had its own weight. He smirked when he saw her.
"First time doing this shit?" he asked, voice low and rough.
"Yeah," Anne said, already pulling her dress over her head. No bra, no panties, just smooth skin and tight nipples. "Don't go easy on me."
The camera started rolling. Mr Moo grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the edge of the couch. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into her pussy, working them fast and deep. Anne gasped, pushing back against his hand. "Fuck, you're already wet," he growled. "Slut's ready for her debut."
He pulled his fingers out and lined up that massive cock. The head stretched her open slow at first, then he drove in hard, burying half his length in one thrust. Anne cried out, fingers digging into the cushions. It burned and felt fucking incredible at the same time. Mr Moo didn't wait. He gripped her waist and started pounding, balls slapping against her with every stroke.
"Take it," he grunted. "Show the camera how you like that big dick."
Anne moaned louder, pushing back to meet him. Her tits swung under her as he fucked her harder, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. She reached down and rubbed her clit in quick circles, chasing the edge already building inside her.
Mr Moo pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back in, spreading her legs wide. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp.
"Harder," she demanded. "I want it rough."
He obliged, slamming into her so deep she felt it in her stomach. Sweat slicked their bodies. Anne came first, clenching around his cock, legs shaking as she squirted a little around him. Mr Moo kept going, fucking her through it until she was whimpering. Then he pulled out, stroked himself twice, and painted her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum.
The camera kept rolling as Anne scooped some onto her fingers and licked them clean, looking straight at the lens. "Not bad for a first time," she said, voice hoarse.
Mr Moo grinned and slapped her ass. "Round two in five. Don't clean up."
They went again right there on the floor. He fucked her mouth first, holding her hair while she gagged on that thick cock, spit running down her chin. Then he bent her over a table and took her ass, working in slow until she relaxed, then railing her until she came again with his fingers on her clit. By the third round Anne was a mess, cum leaking from both holes, hair tangled, voice wrecked from moaning. Mr Moo finished inside her pussy this time, holding her hips tight as he pumped load after load deep.
When the camera finally cut, Anne lay there catching her breath, legs spread, satisfied ache between them. Mr Moo tossed her a towel. "You sure that was your first?"
"First on camera," she said, already thinking about the next shoot. "Next time bring a friend."
He laughed. "Deal."
Anne stood up on shaky legs, already planning how she'd watch the footage later, fingers between her thighs. Her first porn scene with Mr Moo had been exactly what she needed: filthy, hard, and over too soon. She was hooked.
