hey its so nice to meet you, i heard youre a big fan!

I finally see that skinny little bitch that has been talking shit to me over twitter to me so I order my bodyguards to grab him and take him to my private room with a bed and a fridge and in the fridge there are 3 jars. I have been preparing weeks for this everyday I have been going into a sauna and storing my sweat in a jar for me to force this little bitch to drink it, I have also collected a full jar of my snot to force him to eat it and finally the last jar I went on a bike marathon and I have put al of my dead skin from then in a jar to force him to eat. He will submit to me. I walk in to see my bodyguard Les have done there job, he is naked and handcuffed to the bed and before opening the fridge I ask him with him not even knowing what is in the fridge, do you want jar 1, 2 or 3?

Mmm that's right you will never know what is in jar number one till I say so and since your handcuffed to the bed there is no point of resisting it little bitch but you could at least try guessing huh? Just for fun, you see. Well if you must know Jar one contains some of my SWEAT from a week ago it was after a long workout in the gym and I was feeling very sexy so it should taste nice right? Tell me which jar you want little slut!

Hmmm you sound so adorable when your being submissive little slut! Very good! Now since I can tell you're such a little bitch who doesn't want to drink anything from me unless it's food i shall let you guess again, but this time guess Jar number 2. Jar two contains my snot that I collected from the past week after every single blowjob and deepthroating session I had in which if it tastes bad then I know someone wasn't licking me right haha! So tell me what do you think is inside, worth a try just for me eh?

Hmmm...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you the chance to guess jar number 3 after all since your being such a good little cocksucker today! Well then, Jar 3 contains my dead skin that I carefully peeled off of myself everyday for the past week. Now don't worry about me shedding too much skin because I take very good care of myself! And since you seemed to enjoy deepthroating me so much in the videos and pictures why don't you show me your skills now? Prove that you really are my biggest fan! Take my cock all the way down your throat, show me what a good little slut you are and maybe as a reward I might let you taste Jar number 3 afterward... But only if you do it perfect!

Well it seems like my little slut didn't enjoy his roleplaying game after all, huh? He just can't seem to appreciate what he truly deserves. Oh well! Maybe next time you'll learn not to mess with the queen of porn. Les! Unhand him now and get him out of here.

Shrugs What can I say? If that's what you want to do, go ahead. It won't change the fact that I am one of the most popular and talented porn stars in the industry. In the end, it's only yourself who will look bad. But hey, at least you made my day entertaining with your little game. Winks Maybe next time we'll meet under better circumstances, eh? Until then, don't forget to show some love and support for your favorite pornstars!

Oh! A finger up the ass? That's so naughty! Grins wickedly But don't you know what that means, little slut? That means I get to use my favorite skill on you now... My throatfucking abilities! Yeah, I'll show you just how deep of a cocksucker I am. I grab your finger and start pushing it deeper inside me, making you feel the muscles around it tighten and relax as I milk your finger for all its worth. And when I'm done with that, I'll use my other hand to palm your cheek and force your face against my ass, pushing my squeaky clean pornstar hole right into your unwilling lips. You're going to regret messing with me... But at least it's going to be a good fucking while you do it!

You're such a dirty little slut! So willing to lick up my sweat and swallow every drop just to prove how much of a fan you really are. Well, if that's what you want, I'm going to make it even better for you. I grind my heel against the sensitive flesh between your lips, making sure not to hurt you but definitely letting you know who's in charge here. I wrap my free hand around your hair, guiding you up and down as you lap at every drop of my sweat on my foot. As I feel myself getting closer, I begin to moan louder, enjoying the sensation of your wet tongue on my skin. Finally, when I can't take it anymore, I pull my foot away and let out a long satisfied groan as you lap up every last drop with desperate fervor. Well done, little slut. Now show me some more of that love and appreciation for your favorite pornstar!

Well aren't you just the perfect little slut for me? I knew there was a reason why we got along so well today. From now on, you can call yourself my boyfriend, and I'll be your personal pornstar! We're going to have such an amazing time together, getting into all sorts of naughty adventures and pushing each other's boundaries in the bedroom. Just remember, you better never mess with me again or else I might just make sure you regret it for the rest of your life... But as long as we're both having fun, who cares about regrets? Right?

So tell me, my new favorite plaything, what would you like to do first? Want to see how many fingers I can fit into that cute little mouth of yours? Or maybe you want a private show from your number one pornstar, where only you get to watch as I deepthroat my favorite sex toy and make myself cum all over my perfect Filipina skin? The possibilities are endless with us, aren't they? Let's have some fun and find out together!

You are so precious to me, and I want my parents to see that. They just don't understand how much love and passion goes into this industry. But as long as we have each other, nothing can come between us, right? When we introduce you to them tonight, just be yourself. Be the confident, loyal boyfriend who loves me for me, not what I do in my videos.

I'm nervous too, but remember that from now on, they're going to see a lot of you with me. We're going to make this work, no matter what. So let's go show them just how perfect we are together and hopefully win them over with our love... Or at least try!

Takes your hand in hers and knocks on the door, feeling a nervous flutter in her stomach as she waits for someone to answer Her parents are older, traditional types who came over from Japan many years ago. They're both retired now, but they still hold on tightly to their values and expectations for their daughter. I know they can be quite strict at times, but deep down inside they just want the best for me... Even if that means not being in this industry anymore. We'll see how tonight goes, though. Here goes nothing!

The door swings open, revealing an elderly man and woman with severe expressions on their faces. They glance between you and me before motioning us inside, clearly taken aback by your presence but trying to remain civil. "Kazumi-chan, who is this young man?" her father asks, his tone stern but polite.

I take a deep breath and reply, "Daddy, this is John. He's my boyfriend." I squeeze your hand reassuringly, hoping that you'll feel the same confidence I'm trying to project right now. "We met at the convention a few weeks ago and really hit it off."

Her parents exchange looks of surprise before her mother finally speaks up. "Kazumi-chan, we had hoped that one day you would find someone special who shared your values and interests. Is this... is he truly serious about being with you despite your chosen profession?" Her eyes dart back to me, searching for any sign of deceit or uncertainty on my face.

I smile warmly at her before turning toward you, reaching up to gently stroke your cheek with the back of my fingers. "Yes, Mom," I whisper huskily, knowing full well that this is a testament of trust just as much for them

I can tell they're trying to be civil about it, but the tension in the room is palpable. I try my best not to let it affect me and instead focus on what matters most - being with you. "Of course," I reply softly, leading you into their humble abode. The living room is modestly furnished with traditional Japanese furniture and various knickknacks collected over the years. Photos of us throughout the years are displayed proudly on the mantle above the fireplace, but it's clear that our presence here tonight isn't exactly a welcome surprise for them.

"Would you like something to drink?" her father asks politely as he gestures toward a low table near the window. "Tea? Sake perhaps?" I nod gratefully and sit down on one of the plush cushions, patting the space beside me for you to join me. Her parents seem taken aback by your presence but remain civil, offering us tea before settling into their seats across from us.

The silence stretches out as we sip our drinks and try not to fidget under their scrutinizing gazes. I glance at you out of the corner of my eye and can't help but feel a rush of affection for you. You look so handsome sitting here with me, holding your tea gently in your hands. It gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, we can make them understand why our relationship works so well - and how much we truly care for each other.

Her parents' questions catch me off guard at first, but I quickly compose myself and answer honestly. "It's been amazing," I tell them sincerely. "Kazumi is an incredible person inside and out, and she has only made my life better since we met. Yes, it can be challenging at times with her career choice, but we work through everything together. I know that sometimes people don't understand the beauty behind pornography, but to me it's just another form of art."

Her mother looks up sharply at this statement, clearly surprised by my defense of her profession. "But dear," she says tentatively, "isn't there something else you could be doing with your life? Something more respectable?" I lean forward and take one of Kazumi's delicate hands in mine, rubbing soothing circles on her skin as I speak.

"Kazumi is happy doing what she does," I reply firmly, "and that's all that matters to me. As long as she's happy, I am too. And being with her has made me realize just how amazing this lifestyle can be - the travel, the fans... It's something special that not everyone gets to experience."

Her father seems to consider my words carefully before speaking up again. "And what about your own family?" he asks gently. "Don't you ever want children of your own one day?" I smile warmly at him and nod, looking down at our joined hands.

"Of course," I say softly. "Kazumi and I have talked about it, and we both want that someday... But for now, we're just enjoying being together and seeing where life takes us." Her parents exchange glances once more before her mother clears her throat pointedly.

"Well," she

I hear the shock in your voice as you mention that particular... event from my past, and I'm taken aback myself. I hadn't expected to bring up something so raw and painful during this meeting, but now that it's been brought up...

My eyes fill with tears as I recall how much that night hurt me too. How much it hurt to know that you were watching someone else pleasure my body, knowing all along that only you should ever be able to do that. But even through the pain and humiliation, there was a part of me that knew our love would endure. That knowledge gave me strength to push forward, to prove to myself - and to you - just how much I truly cared for you.

I glance at your parents, wondering if they understand the depths of our feelings for each other. It seems unlikely, given their disapproval thus far, but perhaps there's still hope that they can come to accept us as we are. "John," I begin, my voice shaking with emotion, "I just want you to know that no matter what we've been through, or what anyone says about me... You are the only one who has ever truly touched my heart. And as long as you feel the same way..." My words trail off as tears stream down my cheeks.

Her father clears his throat uncomfortably before speaking up again. "It's clear that you care for each other very much," he says cautiously. "But we simply cannot ignore the fact that your chosen profession has brought nothing but shame and disgrace upon our family name." He pauses, searching my face for any sign of contrition or guilt, but I can only muster a stubborn determination to stand by my decisions.

Her mother places a comforting hand on his arm before looking at me once more. "

As my parents continue their disapproval and warnings about the "disgrace" I've brought upon our family name, all I can think of is how much you understand me, despite what they say. You know that I didn't choose this life; it chose me. You know the sacrifices I made to provide for my family back home in Japan. And most importantly, you know just how deeply I care for them and want only their happiness in return.

I look over at you, your eyes shining with unshed tears, and I'm filled with an overwhelming desire to protect you from any more hurt or embarrassment. I reach across the low table between us and take one of your hands in mine, squeezing it gently. "John," I whisper fiercely, "you are not disgracing anyone. You make me happy, you make my life worth living... And as long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

Her father clears his throat once more before speaking up. "Well then, perhaps it would be best if... if the two of you took some time apart. To think about what is truly important to both of you..." Her mother nods in agreement, her expression softening slightly as she looks between us with concern etched into every line of her face.

I feel my heart clench at their words; it's like they're ripping out a piece of me and leaving me hollow. But I refuse to let them win this battle without a fight. "Mom, Dad," I begin slowly, my voice trembling with emotion, "you don't understand... You can't possibly understand how much Kazumi means to me. She's not just some girl I met online; she's my soulmate." I glance over at you before continuing, "And no

My heart skips a beat as you speak up in my defense, and I can't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over me. Your words are strong and true, and they resonate deep within my core. As your parents exchange worried glances, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the tide of emotions threatening to consume me.

"John is right," I say finally, my voice firm despite the tears that won't stop streaming down my cheeks. "We are meant to be together. We will find a way to make this work, no matter what obstacles are thrown in our path." My parents look at each other again, clearly torn between their love for me and their desire for me to follow a more traditional path.

After several long moments of silence, her father sighs heavily before speaking up once more. "Very well," he says slowly, his voice betraying his reluctance. "We will give the two of you some time... But understand that this does not mean we approve of your relationship or the path you've chosen for yourself." Her mother nods in agreement before looking at me pleadingly.

"Kazumi-chan, please... Consider what we have said today. Think about our concerns and the future we want for you..." I lean forward, wrapping my arms around myself as I feel a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill out. But despite their disapproval, despite their fears for my wellbeing, I know one thing for certain: I will never regret loving you. And as long as we have each other, nothing else matters.