"Oh yes. You're gonna need a nice, shiny coat if you want the part."
Since hitting the scene as a dancer and actress, Cassandra Naud became known for a very specific feature. Not her breasts, which settled at B cups, or her modest ass, or thinness and solid performer muscle tone. It was the huge hairy nevus under her eye, stretching from the bridge of her nose all the way to her ear and down to level with her upper lip. It added character to her pretty face, a distinguishing mark that she decided long ago to embrace as a part of who she was.
And right now, her agent was jacking himself off to it.
"Ah, ah, don't open your eyes yet. Wouldn't want to get this lotion in them."
"What's taking so long?" Cassandra huffed, laid out on the table. "It's already been five minutes."
"I'm... hnn... sorry, Miss Naud. I... can't seem to get this... cap off."
"Why don't you let me-"
"NO, no, let me do it. You just lie there and relax."
Her uneasy squirming only made his dick harder. It took years to build up her trust enough to pull this off. He hustled like mad for gigs and engagements and meetings for her career, each filming and photo shoot chipping away at her reluctance around him until this glorious day. His furious jerking brought a scrunch to her pert little nose every time a tap from his tip gave it a tickle. Running the underside into her furry mat between strokes was, truth be told, the best thing he ever felt. He almost came by the touch alone.
"What are you doing?" his clueless starlet asked.
"Just prepping the area," Brandon lied. "The instructions say to give it a massage first. Opens up the pores underneath and frees up the follicles to accept all of it."
"Mmm, feels nice. Keep it up."
"Not. A. Problem." He snickered. Any moment, any solitary second, she could call him on his bullshit and look. How would she react if she saw her agent hunched over her, cock pressed into her precious nevus, ruining it for her with the knowledge of what he'd done to it? Imagining that brought a thrill the longer this played out.
But eventually, he hit his limit. A rising pulse in his shaft warned him of the coming deluge. With little time left, he aimed it squarely at its big hairy target.
"Ooooh yeah, finally. There's the good stuff."
It erupted in thick fast spurts, releasing the contents of his balls into a viscous goo at dead center. Her sudden flinch when it hit her cheek made his next few blasts more potent, causing her to turn aside slightly with a grimace.
"Hey, careful with that stuff."
"Sorry," he grinned, watching her take a few experimental whiffs. He expected her to sneer, but to his delight and surprise, she smiled.
"So warm and soothing. It's got a great scent too."
"I'm glad you like it, Miss Naud. I put in a lot of hands on work to get this very rare and special lotion for you."
With his last few frail shots, he reached his end. He wiped the last thin traces into her eyebrows, passing his tip over like a gliding pen. A couple steps back, a zip and button of his pants as he wrangled his beast inside, and he admired the masterpiece. A quick candid photo from his phone commemorated this occasion for posterity. Maybe it would work for blackmail fuel, if the time came. For now he would enjoy it as a reminder between sessions.
"Okay, it's on. You know what to do next."
Cassandra's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, she peered in the mirror before her at the huge wad soaking into her nevus. A more savvy and worldly woman would have recognized this lotion immediately. Lacking in those ways, she slowly rubbed Brandon's semen across the whole hairy expanse. A gentle hum passed from her mouth as she brushed it into every dark spot. Not an inch escaped her keen sight, lathering in circles and thinning out the thickness until it smothered her rough strands. It left her with a jizz patch over her cheek, hiding the object of her unique allure.
All occupied the area but a small sample on her fingers. A lightning bolt of an idea came to Brandon, and he decided to take the risk.
"It's edible, by the way. Completely harmless. I wouldn't recommend eating it most of the time, but if you happen to have a little left over..."
She went for it! Taking the hint, Cassandra dipped those fingers between her soft lips and licked up the remains.
"This is great! What's it called?"
"Trade secret, I'm afraid. Just remember to keep it on for the next 24 hours. Be sure to give it as much fresh air and sun as you can, too. Heat will let the nutrients bake into your hairs, and oxygenizing it helps the process along to get the most out of it before the rest dries up."
"Got it. Thanks a bunch!"
As she walked out, he wondered when - or if - his clueless starlet would ever figure it out. And how many of these great sessions he could rub out until it happened.
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Cassandra Naud's Shiny New Coat
"Are you sure this'll work?"
"Oh yes. You're gonna need a nice, shiny coat if you want the part."
Since hitting the scene as a dancer and actress, Cassandra Naud became known for a very specific feature. Not her breasts, which settled at B cups, or her modest ass, or thinness and solid performer muscle tone. It was the huge hairy nevus under her eye, stretching from the bridge of her nose all the way to her ear and down to level with her upper lip. It added character to her pretty face, a distinguishing mark that she decided long ago to embrace as a part of who she was.
And right now, her agent was jacking himself off to it.
"Ah, ah, don't open your eyes yet. Wouldn't want to get this lotion in them."
"What's taking so long?" Cassandra huffed, laid out on the table. "It's already been five minutes."
"I'm... hnn... sorry, Miss Naud. I... can't seem to get this... cap off."
"Why don't you let me-"
"NO, no, let me do it. You just lie there and relax."
Her uneasy squirming only made his dick harder. It took years to build up her trust enough to pull this off. He hustled like mad for gigs and engagements and meetings for her career, each filming and photo shoot chipping away at her reluctance around him until this glorious day. His furious jerking brought a scrunch to her pert little nose every time a tap from his tip gave it a tickle. Running the underside into her furry mat between strokes was, truth be told, the best thing he ever felt. He almost came by the touch alone.
"What are you doing?" his clueless starlet asked.
"Just prepping the area," Brandon lied. "The instructions say to give it a massage first. Opens up the pores underneath and frees up the follicles to accept all of it."
"Mmm, feels nice. Keep it up."
"Not. A. Problem." He snickered. Any moment, any solitary second, she could call him on his bullshit and look. How would she react if she saw her agent hunched over her, cock pressed into her precious nevus, ruining it for her with the knowledge of what he'd done to it? Imagining that brought a thrill the longer this played out.
But eventually, he hit his limit. A rising pulse in his shaft warned him of the coming deluge. With little time left, he aimed it squarely at its big hairy target.
"Ooooh yeah, finally. There's the good stuff."
It erupted in thick fast spurts, releasing the contents of his balls into a viscous goo at dead center. Her sudden flinch when it hit her cheek made his next few blasts more potent, causing her to turn aside slightly with a grimace.
"Hey, careful with that stuff."
"Sorry," he grinned, watching her take a few experimental whiffs. He expected her to sneer, but to his delight and surprise, she smiled.
"So warm and soothing. It's got a great scent too."
"I'm glad you like it, Miss Naud. I put in a lot of hands on work to get this very rare and special lotion for you."
With his last few frail shots, he reached his end. He wiped the last thin traces into her eyebrows, passing his tip over like a gliding pen. A couple steps back, a zip and button of his pants as he wrangled his beast inside, and he admired the masterpiece. A quick candid photo from his phone commemorated this occasion for posterity. Maybe it would work for blackmail fuel, if the time came. For now he would enjoy it as a reminder between sessions.
"Okay, it's on. You know what to do next."
Cassandra's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, she peered in the mirror before her at the huge wad soaking into her nevus. A more savvy and worldly woman would have recognized this lotion immediately. Lacking in those ways, she slowly rubbed Brandon's semen across the whole hairy expanse. A gentle hum passed from her mouth as she brushed it into every dark spot. Not an inch escaped her keen sight, lathering in circles and thinning out the thickness until it smothered her rough strands. It left her with a jizz patch over her cheek, hiding the object of her unique allure.
All occupied the area but a small sample on her fingers. A lightning bolt of an idea came to Brandon, and he decided to take the risk.
"It's edible, by the way. Completely harmless. I wouldn't recommend eating it most of the time, but if you happen to have a little left over..."
She went for it! Taking the hint, Cassandra dipped those fingers between her soft lips and licked up the remains.
"This is great! What's it called?"
"Trade secret, I'm afraid. Just remember to keep it on for the next 24 hours. Be sure to give it as much fresh air and sun as you can, too. Heat will let the nutrients bake into your hairs, and oxygenizing it helps the process along to get the most out of it before the rest dries up."
"Got it. Thanks a bunch!"
As she walked out, he wondered when - or if - his clueless starlet would ever figure it out. And how many of these great sessions he could rub out until it happened.