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Oh, Captain!

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Oh, Captain!

Starring Brie Larson

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral

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Brie slammed the door to her trailer, storming inside angrily. She was frustrated. With herself mostly. Twelve times they had gone through that scene and she had botched every one. During each reset, she had tried to psych herself up. All her usual methods failed. Finally, the directors had called for a break in filming and taken her aside. Take a few minutes and collect yourself, they said. She stormed back to her trailer, the Captain Marvel logo plastered across it, as she didn't have enough pressure on her already. She needed to relax and focus, so she slumped down on the couch. The leather of her outfit squeaked loudly against the leather of the sofa as she took several deep breathes. Meditation and controlled breathing were always a surefire way to calm herself. Centering herself, she breathed in and out. Several minutes later and she stood up, pacing. It was not working. Not today. A scream of frustration tore from between her lips.

"What I really need is a good lay."

Not one second later there was a knock at her trailer door. A muffled voice called out to her.

"Ms. Larson? It's Jim Thompson, I'm a PA. I just wanted to see if you needed anything?"

Jim. Jim. Jim. Why did that name ring a bell? She pondered for a moment before it hit her. Just the other day one of the makeup artists had been talking about this production assistant. She'd gone home with him after hanging out at a bar. Apparently, he had rocked her fucking world. A big dick and he knew how to use it, if the story was to be believed. Well, Sharon was a tiny little thing. She was probably satisfied with every medium pecker that came her way. Brie was a different story. And in that moment, she had a new plan to relax.

"Come in!" She called back, throwing her red and blue leather gloves to the ground.

Jim opened the door hesitantly and marched up the short steps into the trailer, closing the door with a click behind him.

"Ms. Larson. What can I do for you?"

Brie eyed him up and down, surveying the goods. By any standard, he was attractive. Tall, fit, strong jawline, pretty eyes. There was even a satisfactory bulge as her eyes lingered at his crotch, trying to determine what lay beneath the denim.

"Jim is it?"

"Jim Thompson. Yes, Ms. Larson."

"I've heard a rumor about you Jim." She said slyly. He looked puzzled, shrugging in confusion. "From one of the makeup girls."

He shifted uncomfortably as he started to put the pieces together. "I'm good friends with a lot of the crew.

"Sharon in particular?" She cocked one eyebrow at him and smirked, watching him squirm beneath her questioning.

"Sharon is...a very nice girl." He said, his mouth suddenly very dry.

"Relax Jim." Brie moved in close so they only stood inches apart. "Thing is, I need to focus and my mind is buzzing right now. Meditation didn't help. Sex always does." He gulped audibly. "That is if you can get me off, which I've heard you happen to be pretty good at."

"I...I do alright." He stammered.

"Let me make one thing clear, Jim. I'm asking you, as a woman, to have sex. Not as your boss. No strings attached, no ulterior motives. I just want a good fuck, preferably right now so I can back out and finish that damn scene. What do you say?"

"Well Ms. Larson." Jim said, finally finding his footing and confidence returning. "As a man who finds you quite attractive. And who technically doesn't work for you. I say hell yes."

"Call me Brie." She said, planting her lips on his. He dropped his clipboard. Pulling back from the wet, sloppy lip-locking, she said, "Actually. Just call me Captain."

"Aye aye, Captain."

Grinning, she kissed him again. Her tongue darting forward to explore the far reaches of his mouth. Embracing her tightly, the kissing quickly descended into a competitive match of tonsil tennis. Normally Brie liked a fair bit of kissing and rolling around beforehand, but not today. Today she needed to get off. Her hands scrabbled at the back of her super suit, trying desperately to find the zipper and release herself from the leather prison. Pulling her lips off of him, she spun around, whipping a few of her blonde locks against his chiseled features.

"Help me outta this damn thing."

He grabbed her, desperately searching for the zipper. It took a minute to undo the costume, but with a hearty tug he got it apart. Brie started to extract herself from of the outfit. It looked good, but damn was it hard to get out of. Jim stepped back trying to not touch himself as the actress stripped in front of him. Kicking the leather outfit away and now scantily clad only in the tightest of sportswear, she eyed him. Her muscular body glimmered with a thin sheen of sweat after a hard day's work in the hot sun. It only made her look hotter.

"Don't just watch me. Get undressed." She said, indicating for Jim to disrobe.

Hurriedly, he began to undo his own pants, tearing off his belt with a snap and jumping out of his jeans. He peeled his shirt off, revealing the nice, sturdy six pack underneath. In a flash, he was only in his boxers, the bulge now easily visible. A nice big, girthy shaft ending in a fat mushroom head, all straining against the thin fabric. Sharon hadn't been lying. He was big. Now she would see if he knew how to use it. In a flash, her own undergarments were off. Naked before him, she stood with a hand on each hip, utterly confident in herself. And she had every right to be. Petite, but perky breasts, each topped off with a very pink, very pointy nipple. A smooth-shaven pussy peaked out from between her legs, the lips equally as pink as her nipples. The evidence of her time at the gym was clearly carved into every toned and fit muscle on her naked body. Jim stood slack-jawed as his cock gave a throb.

"Lay down." She said, the authority clear in her tone.

"Yes Captain." He said, quickly falling down to the floor.

The scratchy fibers of the carpet rubbed against his back as she got on all fours and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. With super strength, she tore the fabric as they came off and his cock sprang into view. Her head descended between his legs, mouth opened wide. She took the thick head of his meaty prick between her lips, tongue swirling and lapping at the veiny underbelly. Entertaining herself by suckling on the head, it wasn't long before her lips slipped further and further down the shaft. Each bob of her blonde head took in more cock as Jim watched in awe. He reached a hand to brush away the flaxen locks that fell, obscuring her face as she blew him, but she batted his hand away. Taking him deep and pressing her nose against his pubic region, she gurgled enjoying the feeling of a big hard prick thrust down her gullet. Locking eyes with him, she held him there. Coming up for air, she released him, leaving behind several long strings of saliva connected to his hefty schlong.

Giving his cock a few solid strokes with a flick of her wrist, she said "How are you eating pussy?"

"I've never heard any complaints." Jim said, eager to prove his words true.

Brie stood up, towering over him and squatted over his head. Presenting her pretty pink pussy lips, they were glistening with arousal, ripe for licking. Jim immediately went to town. Brie laid down on top of him, getting on her knees as she lowered her twat to his eager mouth. Now in a 69 position, he jammed his tongue in and out of her many velvety folds. He could taste the sweat gathered there from a long day on set. It mixed with her arousal juices to make a wonderfully potent cocktail. She groaned with satisfaction as she felt his tongue work its magic while his hands groped her tight buttocks, squeezing it tight. His thick slab of meat stood tall in front of her as she enveloped it again. Swallowing it down, she reached down to fondle his heavy bollocks, rolling the fleshy marbles between her fingers. His lips rubbed against hers as he tongued her clit. Grinding her hips, she rode his face while sucking harder on his ding-dong. He jerked upwards, forcing more of himself into her skilled mouth, which she took like a hero. His entire cock was hidden from view, inside of her mouth as she slurped and gagged over the prick lodged in her throat. The pair of them pressed harder into each other, writhing on the floor like a pair of rutting animals. Finally, Brie couldn't stand it anymore. She needed to fuck. Sitting up straight and letting Jim get a few last licks, she shuffled down his body and lined up his stiff wet prick with her sopping twat. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his expression as she sank down on top of him. His features twisted as he felt himself immersed inside of her. Brie released a pent-up breath as she felt his fat dick fill her up.

"Yeeessss..." She hissed.

Leaning forward, Brie grabbed onto his toned legs and using her knees, started bouncing, riding his cock. Jim grabbed onto her hips, guiding her down with each powerful thrust onto his dick. Her fit bottom slammed into his pelvis with every second. The impact rippled through the cheeks as he clutched them tight, pulling them apart to get a glimpse at her dark butthole.

"Thrust man!" Brie called out. "Use those hips!"

Jim bent his knees and planted his feet firmly on the floor. At her command, he started jackhammering upwards. Brie continued her downwards trajectory and their genitals clashed together, banging hard into one another.

"Yeah! THAT'S IT!" Brie exclaimed as she felt his cock drive even deeper into her cunt. "That big fucking cock! YES!"

They worked in tandem, smacking groins together, as Jim gripped tighter and tighter on Brie's hip until he holding her place. Ceasing her exertions, she let Jim thrust upwards wildly with ball-smacking force, pummeling her cunt with every inch of his sizable rock-hard prick. She let him bang away until he was panting like an Olympic sprinter.

"Stop." Brie commanded, worried he would tire himself out too soon.

And stop he did. She extracted herself from his prick. It glistened in the light, drenched with her fluids. Spinning around, she sheathed him inside of her once again.

"Let's get a look at that pretty face." She said, squeezing his cheeks and staring at him with pure lust.

Brie grabbed each of his arms in a vice-like grip and slammed them against the carpeted floor, holding them above his head.

God damn, she is strong. Jim thought as he briefly strained against her. He was no slouch at the gym, but Brie was packing some serious strength. He'd seen that video of her pushing a Jeep up a hill, but damn if he didn't feel those same muscles now pinning him to the ground while she gyrated her hips, his hard cock firmly lodged in her wet snatch. As she swayed, he could he could his steel rod strain against her vaginal walls.

"Fuck me big guy." She said, little more than a whisper as she leaned over, her hair tickling his chin.

Jim resumed his thrusting, using every muscle in his body to drive his pelvis upwards into Brie. She held herself still, leaning over him with dangling breasts and a satisfied expression as she held him down. She was content to allow his cock to rocket in and out of her with pile-driving force. His balls smacked against her taint with each powerful thrust.

"Yea. That's it. Harder. Faster! FASTER!" Brie cried out, her pupils growing wide as the grip on his arms tightened.

Jim obeyed her shouts, fucking her faster than any other woman he had ever been with, holding nothing back as he jammed his dick into her with as much speed and force as he could muster.

"GONNA CUM! FUCK YEA! KEEP GOING! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP!"

Jim was sucking in great gulps of air as his heart pounded and his limbs threatened to give out, but he did not relent as his ever-hard dick continued drilling her. Fingers tightened around his arms until it was painful and she dropped down on his frantically thrusting cock. Suddenly her snatch had his cock in a grip as tight as the one she had on his outstretched arms.

"CCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG!!" Brie screamed, throwing her head back calling out to the ceiling.

Jim sank his dick balls deep into her one more time and held on for dear life as she spasmed and twitched on top of him, shaking with each surge of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her powerful frame. When her gripped finally loosened and her eyes opened, she smiled contentedly, blowing the hair out of her face with a puff of breath.

"Hmmm, good job." She said, clambering off of him and falling backwards onto the couch. She spread her legs wide, two fingers spreading her lips apart. "Now get over here and do it again."

Jim scrambled to his feet and practically dove onto the couch. Lining his throbbing wang up with her pussy and kissing her, he slid inside with a hard grunt. No warmup. Just go. Brie wrapped her legs and arms around him, gripping him tight as he pummeled her pussy. His powerful pelvis slammed into her over and over again. Nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks as the couch shook beneath them and couch cushions shifted. Her head banged against the arm of the couch, but she didn't care. She only cared about the hard stick of manmeat going in and out of her, doing its best to make her cum again. Sweat began to reform on her already glistening body as he began to perspire as well. The kissing didn't last long as Jim buried his head in the crook of her neck, all his attention devoted to fucking her as hard as possible. The wet clap of their banging genitals could be heard throughout the trailer. It could probably be heard outside the trailer. Hell, the whole set could probably hear them. Brie was grunting with each thrust of his bulbous cockhead plummeting into her darkest depths. Still, she needed more. Untangling her limbs, she pushed his sweaty form off her.

"Behind. Fuck me from behind." She said as she got onto all fours and wiggled her ass for good measure.

"Yes, Captain!" He said as he scrambled into position again.

He slammed in balls deep on the first thrust. Her face was pressed against the wall of the trailer, her breasts squashed into the back of the couch. Jim stood on the floor behind her, sliding out to the very tip of his large tool before smashing down to the base with earth-shattering force. Each time, he moved faster.

"OH YEAH!" Brie grunted as he took up every possible inch her pussy was willing to give. "Much better."

As Jim built up to ramming speed again, Brie could feel herself on the verge of another orgasm. But she needed something to push her over the edge, plus she didn't how much longer Jim here would last.

"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! COME ON!" Brie cried, hoping to give him the energy to just wreck her, but he was already going just about as hard as he could.

"Grab my hair." Brie said. "Do it! Pull it!"

Jim grit his teeth as he relinquished one hand on her hips and grabbed a fistful of her flaxen mane. He pulled back just the perfect amount, not enough to tear out any follicles, but just enough to give an appropriate jolt of pain. All the while he never wavered in his pace, reaming her so hard she thought they were going to tear through the back of the couch and the wall behind it. As Brie arched her neck and he pulled back even more, a waterfall pouring out of her snatch as his cock squelched in and out, little more than a blur to the naked eye.

"YES! YES! THAT'S IT YOU BIG DICKED FUCKER! MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME FUCKING CUM!"

Jim was about to blow himself, but he didn't want to know what happened when he disappointed the actress so he held on tight as he thrashed her pussy, giving her head another yank for good measure. Brie screeched as the entire trailer rattled and shook, putting the shocks to good use with the force of their carnal exertions.

"CUUUMMMINGG!! CCCCUUUMMMIINGG!! CCCUUMMING!!" She screeched at the top of her lungs.

Climaxing spectacularly, body shook and her she went limp, letting her form fall forward, slumping down the wall as Jim felt her snatch grab him tight again. Like a flash flood, he felt hot fluids gush over his swollen prick, flowing out of her snatch. He jabbed her with his prick a couple of more times before he couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

"Oh, Captain! Cumming! FUCK!" He yelled.

He withdrew his aching cock from her trembling twat, fisted it and gave a single stroke before he unloaded. Pointing it at her tight ass, rope after rope of thick cum assaulted her backside with sticky hot spunk. Both cheeks were drenched in white man goo as he roared his approval, stroking his cock like his life depended on it. And when he finally finished, he made sure to squeeze out any remaining load onto her butt, beating the head of his prick against her ass a few times just to make sure. Then he stumbled back and collapsed onto the floor, the room spinning around him. Brie's face was pressed against the wall, her face being pulled upwards as she slowly slid downwards. A bit of drool pooled at her lips before leaking out down her chin. Both needed more than a minute to recover. Finally, Brie pulled herself away from the wall and couch. She stood on shaky legs, searching for some paper towels. When she found some, she reached behind herself with trembling fingers, trying to wipe the cum off her backside. When she couldn't reach it all, she handed the roll Jim.

"Clean me up." Her tone has less on an edge to it, but it was as equally as commanding.

"Yes, Captain." He said with a smirk, mopping up the remainder of his sticky mess.

Brie relieved herself in the bathroom, gulped some sports drink and picked up her crumpled uniform. Jim got dressed and helped her back into her super suit.

"Will that be all, Captain?"

"Yep. That's all. My mind's totally clear now. I'll tell the makeup girls you said hi. Bye-bye now." She said the last bit playfully.

He smiled at exited the trailer with a silly grin on his face.

Several Months Later...

It was premiere night. Well, the end of premiere night. Jim had been running around back and forth, catering to needs of everybody. Now he finally had the chance to relieve himself in the bathroom. Just as he was approaching the restrooms, the women's room door burst open and out stumbled the star of the evening, Brie Larson closely followed her costar, Gemma Chan. Their eye's connected and recognition dawned.

"My, my, Jim...Thompson, was it?"

"Yes, Ms. Larson."

Gemma looked on expectantly as the two exchanged unsaid things. She cleared her throat. Brie turned to face her, "Gemma, this is Jim Thompson. He's a PA with the studio."

"Pleasure, Ms. Chan." Jim said, nodding.

"Oh! Is this the Jim?" She said with the loveliest posh English accent.

Brie nodded as she leaned into whispered something into her costar's ear. Jim watched as grins spread slowly across both of their faces.

"Premieres can be quite stressful. Wouldn't you agree Jim?" Brie asked.

"I would Ms. Larson. I've been running around all night."

"I'm afraid I have one more job for you, if you are up for it."

"Of course, anything you or Ms. Chan require."

Gemma giggled at that. Brie shushed her.

"This evening has been so terribly stressful. We need to blow off some steam. And we'd like you to do that. What do you say? Can you show the both of us a good time?"

Her tone and smile was clear enough. Gemma waited expectantly for his answer.

"Aye, aye. Captain."

The End
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