Fucked Ch. 01: The Interview

The camera winked on, and the familiar scene of the influencer's bedroom came up on the screen.

A Cheeky grin.

Showtime...

"Hey guys, I'm Dizzy-Dom and today, we're doing another crazy Q and A!"

Dom's carefree blond hair and cherubic features radiated energy.

"Today we are joined by a very special guest... Jessica Deluxe!!"

Lounging in the chair next to him sat a voluptuous tanned woman, with cascading dark hair and legs that went on for days. She looked like a mix of Italian and Greek, perhaps around late twenties/early thirties. Dressed in a cream crop top which was threatening to explode due to the pressure of her humungous bust, and matching skirt, she exuded sexuality and class.

Their countenances could not have been more different. Him all smiles, and almost ready to bounce through the roof at any moment; her a portrait of reserved elegance, her perfectly made-up face and luscious red lips unreadable to the outside world. She also happened to be 6"2. Another vast contrast with Dom's (optimistic) 5"5.

"And I know she's ready and rearing to go, right Jessica?"

He took a second to allow her to respond. A tight lipped smile and a slight eyebrow raise was all he received.

"Well she's excited for this interview-ah... I'm sure she'll warm into it!", pushing the smile on his face to the limit. "Right?"

He winked in her direction and was met with a blank stare. This was going to be difficult, he thought... but it might well be funny for viewers considering how awkward it felt. Thank God he hadn't made this a livestream! Editing things later always made comedic videos that bit better.

"Jessica, for those of you who don't know, is in the... porn... ow... graphic modelling industry..." Dom took his time over-emphasising the words like they were completely new to him.

"That's interesting... So what is your role in the.. um... graphic modelling business... I haven't seen any of your videos but I am told that you are the Ronda Rousey of the graphic modelling world."

Jessica rolled her eyes at the lame joke and continued to offer no more than a tight-lipped stare. The definition of resting bitch face pretty much had her face as the prime example, Dom thought to himself. He glanced at her body whilst reclining back in his chair. Her curves and muscles were so tight and defined by her outfit, and in spite of her attitude Dom couldn't help but enjoy the view.

"Hmm okay, before we start I think it's best for us to loosen up a bit... so... Beers?" said Dom, a little more casually, trying to get this intimidating woman (one of the biggest trans porn stars in the world) to at least open up a little.

Jessica nodded.

"Sure." Her voice was deep but not unpleasant, slightly husky. She definitely wasn't English, but she had barely spoken more than a word from their first meeting (apart from asking about his girlfriend, who he had broken up with recently. She seemed quite pleased with this news for some weird reason.)

Dom inwardly breathed a little sigh of relief at her response. At least she wasn't going to completely freeze him out. There's only so much humour you can get out of the silent treatment.

He brought the cooler and popped the tops off two beer bottles, handing her one. Dom thought to himself as he watched her take a sip of it. She seemed to make everything around her seem child sized by comparison, her large hands delicately placing the bottle between her fingers and thumb . She nodded in approval, and she opened her large luscious lips to take a long drink.

So far this has been pretty tough... I'll have to just hope I can force whatever reactions I can, thought Dom. This video was supposed to be a comedic interview, and people usually found it funny to watch him make some light-hearted fun out of his interviewee. (obviously she was being compensated, although she took his first offer very quickly as she said she had seen some of his videos and "liked what she saw..." whatever that means.)

Even though he knew she was trans, she was the epitome of elegance, drinking her beer lazily with one hand which left Dom feeling a little warm watching her. They sipped in silence (which would look great with some slightly awkward music over the top of it on the video). Dom decided to let it play out and just stare, letting the silence stretch (once again, comedy was paramount).

He expected her to react awkwardly, but she just concentrated on her beer, relaxing in her chair, legs crossed. When she finally acknowledged his stare, she stared right back, taking another larger swig as she did so, her features unreadable.

Immediately he felt the hairs on his neck raise, like he was being watched by a tiger, and felt rooted by the intensity of her gaze. Jessica seemed completely calm, and eventually spoke four words.

"I want another drink."

Her accent placed her as European, what dialect he couldn't tell. But she had spoken; and with clarity and intelligence. The accent just added an extra sense of exotic mystery. It was a start.

Dom smiled, and raised an eyebrow as he realised she had downed her beer in less than 3 minutes.

"Wow, yes Miss," he said, reaching for the cooler and handing her another. His quick compliance with her request seemed to please her, and she winked at him as he handed her the bottle, making him strangely nervous, like he was back in school talking to the beautiful girl next door. Or more accurately, the beautiful teacher next door. Dom felt slightly odd about that comparison, especially as he had responded 'Yes Miss' to her order like a child. She also dwarfed him for size. Perhaps slightly too close to his fantasies for comfort.

She started sipping again, seemingly much more relaxed. Dom couldn't help acknowledging the way her shirt clung to her breasts, the way her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. If this was a woman, he'd have found her super attractive... In fact he had to admit that she was stunning regardless.

He decided he should probably catch her up, so he said "cheers," and they clinked bottles, her lips shifting into a wry smile.

"You've got a good tolerance... for a lady," he said cheekily.

The smile disappeared.

He winced inwardly at his misplaced humour and focused on the beer instead, downing the bottle and grabbing another.

"So, uh, Jessica... Let's start with something easy... What's your favourite activity outside of work?"

She tapped her drink with one long finger as she considered the question.

"I like to go to the gym... I like martial arts...maybe reading..." she said slowly.

Dom responded quickly, energetically: "Oh awesome, I'm glad we are both gym freaks, I'm there from morning til night!" he said, moving his arm up and flexing his weedy biceps which made Jessica's cold exterior crack, as she let out a small laugh. Her laugh was carefree, not very sexy, but certainly joyful, and Dom felt himself pleased that she was showing a more human side. Now that he had actually seen her smile, it seemed infectious. She was beginning to relax.

"What, you don't think I'm serious?" he said in a dumbfounded voice, still holding his stringy bicep in a bodybuilder pose.

She grinned and moved her chair over to his, taking out her bicep to touch his and flexed. Her body was much bigger than his, and she had an impressively sculpted bicep that made his look like a child's.

Dom couldn't help but murmur appreciatively which Jessica noticed.

"Wow... that's not bad..." he said slowly. "If you're lucky, I'll give you some tips!"

She laughed out loud, a fully body laugh, and pushed him one-handed, which nearly tipped him out of his large gaming swivel chair, making it roll out of shot.

She was guffawing as he rolled in his chair back into frame, looking dazed and annoyed but secretly loving this. She was turning out to be kind of fun, and super attractive to boot. The video views would be pretty good if she kept this up. He couldn't help glance at her large breasts which jiggled as she laughed, and suddenly realised she was watching him.

Dom's cheeks turned red, but Jessica smiled and just relaxed back in her seat, her eyes locked on him. Dom felt a certain tension rising in him, and tried to ignore it.

He also realised her chair was now in the centre of the frame and stood up to rearrange the shot, before he got too excited to do so.

"Hang on a sec, gotta reframe the shot," he said, avoiding looking at her chest and gesturing for her to stand up.

She gave him a sunny smile again and simply sat there, before leaning and taking another long swig.

Dom couldn't help but smirk as she teased him, blowing a kiss down the camera lense as he adjusted it, relaxing further in her seat.

Dom let out a disbelieving chuckle, eyebrows raised at her coyness, and put his arms around her chair, trying to pull her to the side of the shot. Jessica simply sat there as he struggled.

"Would you like help?" she said.

"Noooooooooooooo," he grunted, pulling with all his might.

She grinned from ear to ear as she gently lifted her weight slightly, and allowed him to pull her to the right side, back into place.

Dom slapstick collapsed back into his chair.

"Yeah, don't mess with me," he squeaked, breathing heavily which made Jessica chuckle again, dribbling some beer over her cream skirt.

"Damnit!..." she said, observing the damage.

"Hey, don't worry, I got it!" shouted Dom, running to get a towel out of the bathroom. When he returned, he began to feverishly dab her skirt which made her raise an eyebrow.

"I think I can do that," she said, although she made no move to stop him rubbing her leg with the towel.

He continued for a few unnecessary seconds, before resuming his position on his seat. He mockingly put the towel to his face and breathed in deeply. Jessica watched but she seemed less than amused by the crass joke and took to drinking again, eyes wondering lazily over the rest of the vlogger's bedroom.

"So you like the gym, martial arts... Could you fight me?" Dom began, cheeriness personified.

"No."

She looked disinterested again, her body language was cold.

"Hmmm... and what exactly do you like about your job as a model?"

Her heel tapped quietly on the carpet.

"The money," she said, not even bothering to make eye contact.

This was going badly... Dom needed something entertaining again. He needed to bring back that chemistry.

"Okay, tell you what, let's skip the questions for now and play a game... How about truth or dare!" he said, watching her.

Jessica perked up, turning to him and nodded.

"Sure." Her expression remained neutral.

"Alrighty, so Jessica... Truth... or DARE!!" He breathed theatrically.

"Dare," she responded quickly.

Dom paused. He hadn't been expecting a dare this early... But he had prepared it already, and hoped the beer would do the trick.

"Urmmmmm... I dare you to kiss me!"

Jessica put down her beer, stood up in her killer heels and strode over to Dom. He was shocked at her boldness, and realised she made him look very small. She crouched down next to his chair so she was level with his face and brought her face to his.

Dom formed a silly pout on his lips, but instead of kissing him, Jessica began brushing her lips back and forth across his, which surprised him. She let out a small moan as she pressed slightly harder whilst brushing up and down without giving him any tongue or suction.

She was rewarded with a small involuntary gasp as her warm breath and fleeting touches made Dom's body jolt involuntarily in excitement. She pounced on his weakness, sliding her tongue into his mouth and applying suction and Dom moaned as she slowly slid her tongue around his mouth, Exploring, licking, teasing.

He found himself kissing back, letting her go deeper, but as she did she ended the kiss with a wet 'pop' and immediately strode back to her seat.

Dom was left slightly dishevelled, his heart racing.

"Truth or dare," she said, seated and staring at him. She was smiling softly now.

Dom found his voice.

"Truth."

"Did you watch any of my videos?"

Dom was quiet as her eyes bored into his.

His mouth opened trying to think of how to answer.

"Well... sure... two, I think..."

Maybe it was the beer talking, or maybe it was the intensity of the person sitting next to him, but in the moment he was feeling much more open and excited than he had expected to be.

"You like the ones where I fuck young men?" she asked, her face strikingly beautiful, smirking, her body leant forward, and her hands clasped tightly together.

Dom felt slightly faint but tried to compose himself.

"Erm... You, ah... you'll have to ask on your next go!" he chirped. Inside his heart was beating fast.

"Hmmm," murmured Jessica, who leaned back again and reached for another beer, which she placed deliberately next to Dom's unfinished one. He realised she expected him to catch up.

Wow she drinks impressively fast thought Dom, who decided to down the rest of his and open the new one. His body was feeling warm but he wasn't sure it was the beer.

"Soooooo... truth or dare," he said, pointing a finger accusingly at her face and giving her a mock suspicious stare. He was definitely feeling a little tipsy.

Jessica smiled and leant forward, engulfing his finger in her mouth, and moaned. Dom was shocked, and watched as she slid her warm wet lips up and down it, before leaning back in her seat.

Dom's surprise was matched by his small cock slowly rising under his shorts.

"Dare," she said, the subtle and mischievous glint in her eye plain to see.

'Wow' thought Dom. How did he raise the ante on that?

"Urrrmmm... I dare you to take your top off with me!"

The words had barely come out of his mouth when Jessica pulled up her top in one smooth motion, flinging it onto the bed behind them to reveal a huge lacy black bra struggling to contain her ample cleavage, which bounced back into position having been freed from their cream-coloured prison.

Dom was gobstruck. He'd seen a few video clips of her before the Q and A, (and though he would never admit it, they had left him quite aroused) but now he had to admit that in person she was absolutely smouldering. Her tits were huge, and her tanned skin seemed to make her body glow in the bright lights of his bedroom.

She seemed to radiate confidence, leaning back in her small chair with her arms pulled back on the rests so that her cleavage was even more pronounced. Dom was almost certain they would pop free at any second.

She raised an eyebrow and gestured to him. The meaning was simple; your turn.

He smiled awkwardly, now unsure as to what this video was becoming and lifted his top off, also throwing it on the bed.

"Hm, nice," said Jessica softly, taking in Dom's slight build and hair-free chest. Dom couldn't tell if she was joking or not. He felt weaker by the second next to her powerful presence, and Dom's lack of confidence regarding his own masculinity felt magnified next to Jessica. He squirmed a little to get comfortable in his large chair.

Jessica then locked eyes with him. "By the way... this does not feel fun, right?

"Huh?" said Dom, confused.

"For the video I mean...we could make it more... interesting?" said Jessica.

And with that she whipped off her short dress to reveal matching black laced panties and jaw-dropping legs from top to bottom. She was now only in lingerie and heels. Dom had to stop himself from salivating. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy.

She made a pointed nod towards his trousers.

Dom was freaked out about this and at the same time his heart felt like it might explode in his chest. He couldn't help but stare at this stunning being across from him. Her smirk felt so alluring, her long 'fuck me' heels and toned legs divine. And then he saw the huge bulge in her panties. An obscene bulge. It almost shook him out of his reverie.

Jessica stopped smiling and clicked her fingers.

"Did you not hear me?"

"No, I did!" said Dom quickly, whinier than he would have wanted, and dropped his trousers.

Jessica smiled softly as she saw the cutest little shape in his underpants. Dom felt so exposed, especially compared to the Goddess-like figure of Jessica and what was clearly a monster between her legs. The difference was stark. He felt so scared, and yet strangely thrilled. He didn't know of it was the beer or Jessica but the situation felt more exciting than anything he could remember. But not in a gay way or anything, he reminded himself in his somewhat drunken state.

Jessica hummed appreciatively as she lounged in her chair. She looked slightly tipsy and her expression was mischievous. There was a certain tension in the air, and Dom was sure she was loving it. She looked in her element.

Jessica clinked her bottle with his one, and downed the remainder of her beer in one go. Dom let out a small whistle of appreciation at her feistiness and grabbed his half-full bottle, swigging it clumsily for a good 10 seconds before finally setting it down, empty.

His head swam a little. He was definitely more than tipsy. Jessica seemed to be closer now... In fact she definitely was. She had crept her seat forward, almost within reach of him.

Jessica was staring at him. He felt uncomfortable at how she suddenly appeared to not need to blink. He was still struggling to read her emotions but she was so close to him and she had a soft, subtle perfume that smelt devine.

Jessica's eyes roved over him. It was a hungry stare.

"Give me your chair," she murmured.

"Huh?" Dom responded, clueless.

"Your chair, it is bigger. Give it to me."

She broke into a small smirk, but with a stance that suggested she might pounce on him.

Dom smiled sheepishly, trying to think up a witty retort.

Jessica didn't allow him to respond. She simply leant over to him and pulled him off his seat. The scantily clad figure dumped him on the floor and settled herself gracefully with one foot on the floor and the other on Dom's chest. She breathed deeply.

"Mmmmmmmm, so much better." she moaned, smiling and biting her lip as she leaned back in her comfy chair and planted some of her weight on her foot.

Dom felt the pressure and wheezed. She wasn't putting all her weight in...just enough to feel her large toes push him into the floor. He struggled for a few seconds, trying to displace her sole from his chest, eventually managing to squeeze himself out from underneath her weight. Dom picked himself up off the floor, slightly emasculated by her show of superior strength.

"Hey, if you want to sit in my chair, fine, whatever," he said breathlessly, going to take a seat on the second chair.

She put a firm hand on his arm as he was moving away, pulling him back to her. "Truth or dare." She said.

He looked at her incredulously. She was almost the same height in his gaming chair as he was standing up. Fine, let's go then. "Dare." He said testily.

She grinned like a hyena. "Rub the front of my panties for a whole minute." She patted her huge bulge, which was straining the seams of her underwear (which now he looked closer was more like a black lacy jock strap) to breaking point.

Dom's courage left him as soon as it had found him. He smiled nervously and asked "Urm, what's the problem if we skip this one maybe? I'm not sure if I feel too..." He realised her grip on his arm was tightening.

"I think no" she said, softly.

Dom felt a small jolt of fear, but also felt his cock throb at her aggression. He felt himself being pulled by his wrist to kneel in front of her. The bulge was close to his face now. He felt mild terror as she placed his hand firmly on the front of her package. He felt the heat emanating from it. It was like a completely different animal. He was frozen to the spot, his wrist still firmly in her grip.