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The Humilation of Mira Sorvino (f/mmm, )


This story is parody and should be taken as such. Only consenting adults
over the age of 18 should read any further. Ooops, there you go!


Bill and Raynod approached the trailer. Raynod carried the lunch, a
specially prepared vegetarian stew with two glasses of chilled water. He
was looking forwared to this. All week had been bugging Mira's personnal
assistant Bill about introducing him to Miss Sorvino. What a babe. He
loved watching her in all those movies, and most of the time only
partially clothed. Bill, the personnal assistant, had finally broken
down after Raynod had made him three special lunches in a row, and
without waiting in that long goddam crew lunch line. Bill was worried
and stressed as usual. 
"Hope she's in a good mood. This shoot's been fucked from the word go
and she's been a pisser all week.." 

Bill knocked softly on the trailer door. "Miss Sorvino? Lunch time?" He
pushed the door open and peeked in.

Mira was standing next to her light-framed makeup window, hands poised
impatiently on her hips. Her lean, Hollywood-aerobicized and starved
body was stuffed into a soft full length green gown (Herve Leger, of
course), scooped necked to show her full, firm tits. Raynod was in
heaven. He had never seen her up close before. God she was hot. Mira's
makeup girl was just planting the last of the makeup to her stunning
face. Thick red lips, big doey eyes, patrician nose. She slapped the
girls hand away and sent the brush flying. 

"You fucking little SHIT!" she screamed. "That's enough! I have to be on
the fucking set. I'm the only one carrying any weight on this picture."
The makeup girl gulped and rushed to retrieve her brush. "Jeezus, 40
minutes for makeup...", Mira moaned.

Bill cleared his throat. "Ahhh Miss Sorvino. thought you'd like some
lunch..." The makeup girl hurriedly squeezed past Bill and Raynod out
the trailer.
"Oh, Christ, Billy." whined Mira,"How can I eat with all these fuckups
around me?" She brushed her hair from her perfectly flawless and overly
made up face. "I'm just a wreck...aaaahh! Who the fuck is that!"

Bill turned and looked at Raynod. "Just a crafts guy. His name's Raynod.
He wanted to meet you."

"Hi Miss Sorvino.." Raynod began.

"BILLLIEEE" she shrieked. "What is that FUCKING black man doing in my
trailer. Get his ass out NOW!" 

Bill turned to Raynod. It was worse that he thought. "Raynod, you'd
better..."

Raynod was stunned. His favorite actress, his queen, was a foul-mouthed
egomaniac. 

"Hey, back off, baby," He yelled back. Immediately he regretted opening
his mouth.

"WHAT?" Mira began stamping her feet. She was furious. Her breasts
jiggled in the low-cut gown. "Billy, get this toad out NOW! And fire
him, NOW!"

Bill tried to intervene. 

"Uh, Miss Sorvino, he's just trying to bring lunch..." 

"Get him out, and you get out with him! I have to do everything myself!
I'll make my own lunch. I won't eat anything that's touched by NIGGERS!"

"Fuck you, you white bitch!" yelled Raynod. He dumped the tray onto the
trailer rug, immediately staining the white imported carpet. 

"AAAiiieeee! Get the fuck OUT you stupid shits!" Mira grabbed a glass
and hurled it at the door, smashing against the wall of the trailer as
Bill and Raynod ducked out and slammed the door.  

"Whew. I'll try to talk to her later" Bill said to Raynod as they
crossed the crew encampment. "I'm sure I'll be able to find you
something." 
"Yeah right," said Raynod, his teeth grinding  "Jesus, what a first
class bitch. Hate to have your job, bro." 
Bill grunted. He loved the perks of being the personal assistant to a
rising film star, but he was pretty tired of the crap he had to take.

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The scene took seven hours to shoot. Mira stomped off the set when it
was over. She had been pissed at the director all day, with his making
her repeat those lines so many times and that insufferable slut Sharon
blowing all her lines, probably doing too much coke in her trailer. And
not sharing it. 

It was dark when she got back to the trailer. She pushed it open,
flicked on the lights, and closed the door. Still a fucking mess in
here, she thought, that fucking Billy better get this cleaned. 
Mira stepped clumsily over the cold pile of stew that still lay in a
glop on the carpet. She sat down heavily in her makeup chair, still
packed in her tight designer green gown which was growing itchy, but her
makeup still fresh from constant re-aps during the day. She looked over
to the table. There was a bottle of green liquid and a note. She picked
up the note and read it.
"To help you relax. B."
Well, maybe he wasn't such a worthless shit after all, she thought.
Maybe I'll bring him along to the next shoot, but just to drive the
truck...
She took a sip from the green bottle and slumped down in the chair....

She woke up with a start. What day? What scenes? Her wrists ached
slightly. She was on her side, lying in her trailer. She tried to move,
but her hands were tied behind her back. 

"Time to get up, Miss Sorvino," said a voice. She was pulled roughly up
to her knees. In front of her was Billy, with a wierd grin on his face.

"Billy, what's up? Whats going on?"

"Time to get up. Miss Sorvino. Or can I call you Mira?"

"Ok. I feel so funny." Her thighs twitched. She thought of her boyfriend
Quentin. Wish he were here now, she could sit on his...Wait. What was
she thinking?

"I'm sorry, you can call me Mr. Bill now, said Bill."

"Ok, Mr. Bill," She giggled. She looked down at her gown, still
squeezing her princess globes up in the air.

"Mira, we gave you a drug. It's a new drug, making the rounds. Durivil.
Ever hear of it?"

Mira shook her head. If only Mr. Bill would stop talking and touch her
body.

"It makes you open to...shall we say...suggestion. It's like a Spanish
Fly truth serum."

Mira nodded. What a cool thing.

"And I suggest that you need sex. To be fucked."

Such harsh words from Mr. Bill, she thought. Wasn't there something she
wanted to tell him? Oh, well it wasn't important now.

"Let's play a game, Mira."

Mira nodded and giggled. Sounded like fun.

"Mira, let's play a game called I do what I want to you and you like
it."

Mira nodded. Bill came over to her,  leaned down and harshly ripped open
the gown bodice. Her proud breasts jiggled on her skinny frame. Nipples
so tiny, pink, and perfect.
"That's better. You like it when I do that, don't you Mira?" You like it
when I rip your gown off?

"It's ok," thought Mira. Didn't seem so unreasonable.

"Nice rack," said Billy appreciatively. "Your boyfriend like your tits?"

"Sure."

He fuck them? He fuck your tits, Mira?"

"Yes he does," Mira said. Sounded like such a good idea.

"When he comes, where does he come, when he fucks your tits?"

"Well," she giggled. "Sometimes he squirts them. Sometimes he wants to
come on my face."

Bill's dick began to surge in his pants. He was going to burn in hell
for this, but it would be worth it. 

"You like that Mira? You like it when he comes on your face?"

"Oh, yes," she giggled. "All my boyfriends say it's good for me."

I'll be they fucking do, thought Bill. He stood up and took his hard
cock out of his pants.

"Ok, Mira, New Game. You sit there and talk and watch me beat off." He
began to stoke his thickening root.

"I like your cock," said Mira. Her tongue flicked out over her full red
lips. "Can I suck on it?"

This drug was easily worth the 2 bills I paid for it, thought Bill. 

"Later," said Bill. "Tell me about your boyfriends and what they like."

"Well," she started. "I never seem to keep them very long. We have sex
for a few weeks and then they dump me. They say I'm too much of a
bitch."

"You are Mira, you're a complete whiny fucking cunt. But you're so
fucking beautiful, that everyone wants to fuck you."

"I'm glad. I like to fuck."

"How do your boyfriends fuck you, Mira?" Bill began to stroke his cock
harder. Mira's eye's fell to watch his hand work over his thick meat.

"Well, they make me dance for them. They make me wear the stuff I wear
on the set. Then they get hard."

"Speak up," said Bill. "so your audience can hear you."

Mira turned to look at a videocamera set up on a tripod across the
trailer. She stared at it and giggled, her eyes growing brighter. What a
camera whore, thought Bill. I'll lose my job, but I'll sell this tape to
the Globe and make millions. Bill went on.

"They get hard, and then what."

"Well, I want them to eat my pussy, but they just grab my hair, and tell
my what a whore I am and make me suck their dicks."

"Why do you think that is, Mira?"

"Because I'm a bitch."

"Go ahead, they fuck your face. Then what?"

"We fuck, usually doggie style."

"Why doggie?"

"I can feel their cocks go deeper."

"They ever fuck you up the ass?"

"Only Quentin. It hurts." She pouted.

Bill jerked himself faster. I knew she was a whore, he thought.

"You are a fucking whore, Mira. You need to be fucked in the ass.
Condoms?"

"No. Quentin just dips his in grape jelly before he does it. But he's
small so it's not so bad."

"Great. You like loads, Mira? Semen? You like cum?"

Mira nodded. "But I want them to shoot it in my pussy. It feels better
that way."

"Where do they unload, Mira. Say unload."

"Ok," she giggled. "They usually unload in my face. They call me names,
like filthy cunt, a fucking useless star-eyed cunt, and then they jerk
their loads off in my face." 

Bill groaned and felt the sperm rising in his balls. He moved forwared
untill the tip of his purple head was right in front of her perfect
little nose. Her makeup was flawless.

"That's because you are, bitch. And you like it don't you?"

"I pretend I don't. But I really do. Especially big, thick loads. I know
I'm beautiful and a cunt and I deserve daily loads in my face."

She was breathing shallow, staring at Bill's dong.

"Can I have your big load now?"

That was all for Bill. His balls twitched like never before. He grabbed
her perfectly dyed blonde hair with one hand and began grunting off
shots of cum into her face. Once caught her right in the eye, others
splattered across her cheeks. He finished with two shots off her mouth.
The cum trails hung from the tip of his dong to her cheek. 

"They do this too, don't they Mira?"

He smeared his cock around her face, pushing the cum around untill it
wadded up and dropped off onto her tits.

"Yes.."She tried to talk without choking on his greasy load in her nose.

"Say thank you, Mira."

"Thank you for your load, Mr. Bill. My eye really hurts."

"Good. Just leave it shut."

Bill wiped his dick off on her dress and stuffed in back in his pants.
He exhaled to catche his breath. That was a good one.

"New game, Mira. I want you to meet my friend.." Bill said.

>From out of the bathroom stepped Raynod, in jeans and a t-shirt with a
wicked smile on his face.

"You remember me, bitch? He said. "You remember this nigger?"

Mira nodded. "I don't like you." She pouted. "I don't like black
people."

"The fuck you say. You're gonna like me. And my friends."

Two large black men appeared from the back of the trailer. Dineel was
very fat, wearing a collection of gold chains that would do Heavy D
proud. The other, Carl, was small and thin, with an ugly scared face. He
was already fishing in his pants.

"Let's fuck the cunt and get out, Ray." he said. He pulled his thick,
black pipe from his pants.

Mira looked up at them with her cum-stained face and one eye shut from
the thick jizzwad that pooled up in her eye socket. She knew it was
going to be a long night.



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