Disclaimer: I don't own Miley or Jake.
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Miley struggled to pull down the mini-skirt. She would have originally worn one of her own, but when she showed it to Jamal, he had angrily sent her back to the store to buy a new one. Miley had bought at least a dozen, but Jamal had said no to each one. Finally, he went down to the mall with her and led her straight to the Junior section. 'Junior?' Miley had thought. Those were too small for her. But apparently, that was what Jamal had in mind. He had bought her the tiniest thing he could find in the department. It was so small, Miley had originally thought it to be underwear. Speaking of which, after buying the so-called mini-skirt, Jamal took Miley to the lingerie department and bought her a new thong, which could be clearly seen if she was wearing a belly shirt. After purchasing the clothes, Jamal sent Miley home to try them on, but left her to wear her own choice of shirt. And now here Miley was, struggling to get the mini-skirt on. It was "on"-on, but the band was at her hips. Jamal had made it very clear is was to be so high, spreading her legs would be difficult. So Miley tugged and pulled until the skirt was in the right area. Groaning, she realized how hard walking to the set would be. Or, for that matter, walking around the house to find a tiny shirt. It was a good thing Miley was a fan of keeping her old shirts, instead of donating them like her father always said. Half walking, half hopping to the closet, Miley thought about which shirt to wear. Her breasts had been enhanced, so they were much larger than usual. Finally, Miley found a shirt she wore when she was eleven. It was a v-neck, so it fit easily over her head. But since she was so much older than eleven, the bottom of the shirt barely reached past her breasts. It was also incredibly tight. And if this wasn't enough, it was a very pale beige, meaning it was see-through.
'Jamal better appreciate this...' Miley thought, pulling the shirt down so that it pretty much covered her nipples, then hung down because it couldn't cling any tighter. Taking a deep breath, she looked at herself in the mirror and once again hated herself for letting this happen. 'Oh well...' she said to herself. Finally, she took out her cell phone and called Jamal. "Hello? Hey Jamal. Come pick me up. I'll be waiting at the door." She hung up and tried to walk as fast as she could to the door, which was equivalent of about two miles per hour.
When she finally reached the door, she pulled it open and walked to the end of the curb. This caused a lot of wolf whistles and pelvic thrust motions from the men who lived nearby. This also included various passersby. Finally, Jamal pulled up in his beat-up old convertible and whistled as well. "Hey Alysha, looking HOT," he said, winking at her. She rolled her eyes and "walked" toward the car. As she was getting in, Jamal cupped each of her breasts and said, "Hm... we need to go in for another enhancement, Alysha. 34-double D's aren't big enough." With that, he let go, letting them bounce, and got in the other side. As he sped away, Miley tried to keep her hair from getting crazy from the wind.
Eventually, after twenty very long and uncomfortable minutes, Miley reached the studio. Jamal insisted on carrying her there, but Miley rejected. When she got inside, Terrence was there. He was wearing a business suit, complete with a matching briefcase. He was going over his lines. But when he heard the door shut behind him, he wheeled around and took in the sight of Miley. "Hey, M-- Alysha," he greeted her, slapping her ass firmly. That was the regular way to say "hello" to the females around here, apparently. Once he tried to shake hands, but everybody looked at him as though he were an alien. Pornography was a strange business. Mily greeted him back with a weak smile. She also lifted up her shirt. Apparently, that was the regular way of greeting a male. Although he got plenty of action on set, Terrence coudn't help but notice Miley's enormous breasts. They seemed larger when he wasn't busy roughing her up. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth to say something when Jamal came out of nowhere and said, "Mkay, let's film!"
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"Hey, babe. Love the ensemble," Terrence said, eyeing Miley head to toe. She giggled and said, "Thank you, hun. Not looking so bad yourself." Terrence was wearing his business suit and carrying his briefcase, and Miley was wearing well... what she had been wearing when she arrived. "I can't stay long; got a big meeting today," Terrence told her, gesturing to his very... business-y clothing. Miley stuck out her upper lip and pouted. "Aw, baby... Do you have to?" she asked, pulling him inside by his tie. "R-really, I should be going," Terrence stuttered, but nevertheless followed her in. Miley walked behind him and gently slid off his coat. "I should take that," she whispered softly in his ear. She threw the coat on the couch. "I sh-sh-should really go," Terrence said again, trying to turn around. But Miley stopped him with her breasts. "Aw, baby. Stay," she said seductively, pushing his shoulders back with her hands. As he stumbled back, she peeled off her shirt and wiggled her breasts. "Stay," she said again, her voice full of lust. Terrence gulped and managed to say, "O-okay." Miley smiled.
She continued to push his shoulders until they were in the kitchen, with Terrence backed up against the table. Leaning over him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Terrence leaned backwards till they were both on the table. It was rather long and meant to seat many guests, but in this case it was used for something entirely different. Terrence was still holding the briefcase, and it was now that he dropped it. He tried to push Miley off of him, but her arms were wrapped tight around his neck. So instead he grabbed her breasts in his hands and tried to push her off. His attempt was very weak, because, as much as he had to go to the meeting, he enjoyed Miley being on top of him. He was snapped out of his daydream when he heard Miley say, "Expensive tie?" She was fingering the smooth material. "N-not really," Terrence replied, gulping down the lump in his throat. Miley smiled and ripped it off. It sailed over to the side and rested on the ground. Then she grabbed his buttoned silk shirt and ripped it open, touching his chest with butterfly kisses. She slowly slid his pants down, then his boxers. They lay in a heap underneath his feet. Terrence tried to object.
"Sweetie, wait..." he mumbled, his penis throbbing with pleasure. Miley stopped kissing his chest and looked at him innocently. "Yes?" she asked softly. Terrence tried to tell her that he had to get back to his meeting, but he couldn't. He simply didn't want to anymore. He wrapped his arms around Miley's back and quickly turned her over, so that he was on top. Mischeviously, a smile came across his face. He placed his legs on the inside of hers. "Expensive skirt?" he asked, a sly grin still on his lips. Miley smiled and replied, "Only if you want it to be." And with that, Terrence kicked his legs outward. Miley spread her legs once again, the mini-skirt ripping loudly and tumbling to the floor. Terrence ripped off her thong and thrust himself into her...
And Miley screamed.
'Shit!' she thought, as Jamal yelled, "Cut! Cut-cut-cut-cut-CUT!" With a painful feeling in her vagina, she realized that she didn't even "warm up."
"WHAT was THAT?!" Jamal cried, his hands on either side of his head. Miley was on the table panting, Terrence slowly sliding himself out of her with a sickening noise. "Sorry... didn't... warm... up..." panted Miley, her body heaving up and down. Jamal buried his face in his hands and said, "Go warm up, now. Terrence, help her." With that, he went off to his "office," probably to take an aspirin. Miley bowed her head and walked to her dressing room, Terrence following her.
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When they reached the room, Terrence closed the door behind him and said, "Miley." Miley turned to look at him and said, "Jake." A weak smile hit both of their faces as they realized they'd found long lost friends. "Sorry bout the um... The penis thing," Jake said, his cheeks tinted with crimson. "No, it's okay," Miley replied, "I didn't warm up. My fault." Jake brushed a lock of sandy hair from his face and looked at her, slightly embarrassed at what he was about to say. "Well uh... you better get started. And uh... Jamal told me to uh... help. You," he said quietly, his face heating up. He stole a glance and Miley, whose face was turning almost the same shade of red as his. Finally, after what seemed endless minutes, they both regained their composure. Miley was the first to speak. A tiny grin on her face, she said, "Well, we better get started." Walking over to the mattress placed in her dressing room, she lay down on it and spread her legs as wide as they would go. Jake strapped on a new condom and approached her, his penis stiff and erect. The same smile was on his lips. He got to his knees and lowered his hips until his penis was only a few inches away from Miley's vagina. As his hands weren't supporting him, he lost his balance and his hands landed on Miley's breasts. Blushing a bit more, if it was possible, he slowly placed them at her side and told her, "I'm going to come fast and merciless." And it was true.
Before Miley could respond, Jake thrust himself forward, his penis slipping into Miley's tight vagina. Before she could do anything else, for that matter, he pulled himself out and thrust in again. Several more times he did this, sticking his tongue down Miley's throat to keep her from screaming. Finally, when his penis slid in with incredible ease, he removed his mouth from Miley's and got off of her panting body, cum dribbling slightly out of her vagina. Jake smiled at her and grabbed her hips. He turned her over and liften her up, causing her to get to her knees and elbows. Standing up, and pulled his hips back and shoved them through her asshole, spreading her cheeks wide to let himself in. Miley bit her lip and took him, moving forward when Jake went backward, and backward when Jake's penis came to meet her ass. He fucked her harder for a minute, then finally he turned her back to where she originally was and stuck his penis in her vagina and cummed for a few seconds. He pulled himself out, not knowing his condom slipping off as he withdrew his penis from her vagina. Smiling weakly at her, he turned to leave the dream, leaving Miley breathing heavily on the mattress.
After Jake had left, Miley took a while to breathe normally. Then she stuck to fingers up her cum-dripping vagina and looked around in there for missing condoms (it wouldn't be the first time). As she was searching, Lana, from the makeup department, walked in to found Miley apparently masturbating. Blushing, she looked away and said, "Uh... Jamal wants you on set, penis in the hole, in five minutes, Alysha." Miley nodded embarrassingly, hoping Lana wouldn't use her big mouth to spread to the crew that Miley not only was fucked, but she masturbated. Finally, she found something smooth and slippery and pulled out the cum-soaked condom that Jake had left inside her. Tossing it in the trash, she went outside to oblige to Jamal's needs.
Jake glanced at her and winked, and Miley smiled back. She went on to the set and climbed on to the table, her legs spread wide. "Terrence" followed her, and place his hands on her inner thighs to keep them from going in. Then he slid his penis into her easily, the cum from only a minute before helping it slide in. Jamal smiled as Terrence and Alysha made fucking seem easy, as they should, and yelled, "And... action"
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There. I hope you enjoyed it! I have a surprise for Chapter 3!