All language subtitles for Marc Dorcel - Claire Castel - Becoming A Whore FRENCH1

I want you to treat me like a slut.

I feel an intoxicating sensation every
time I have a guy at the mercy of my

tongue. I knew that right at that moment
nothing else mattered to him.

This is how it all began.

I didn't even know the guy.

He approached me in the street full of
self -confidence.

He asked if I'd like to go for a coffee.

Even though I knew he was trying to pick
up on me, I accepted.

Look at my body.

I'm all wet because I want you to fuck
me.

Partly driven by desire, partly by the
talent, and not to mention revenge.

I forget the reason. It was the first
time I'd ever done something like that.

Can't do anything about it.

I must have been in a trance.

I suddenly felt the urge to do
something.

If your friend is in a hurry, that's
fine.

I have a big thing to do at the end of
the month.

But it depends on you, actually.

If you want a subject that puts black
women on stage, you can write a scenario

quickly. Yes, easier.

I even have one that hangs in a drawer.

At the casting level, there is also a
condition.

It is absolutely necessary that certain
actresses play the main role.

Here, here is your photo.

In addition, there will be no more
original cassettes. And above all, no

piranhas. Ah, that's your problem. And
for this actress, it's me who put her in

the business.

So I think the case is closed.

Well, we can start the preparations.

We will go to my office to make the
first move.

If you want. I will show you some girls
and then we will take the dispositions

so that you can have a pleasant stay in
Paris. All right, Rami.

Good.

Elizabeth, spend Christmas with us.

Goodbye and see you soon. We are with
you from the bottom of our hearts.

Oh, I forgot.

Where is my husband?

He came with your sister.

Goodbye,

Elizabeth. The future is in your hands.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Elvie, you need to rest a little.

After you, my mother.

It was the first time I'd held a cock in
my hand of a guy whose voice I'd never

even heard.

Where was this all going to take me?

I was jerking him off while watching him
kiss his girl.

They looked good in the dark.

I didn't give a fuck if people were
looking. I wanted to take my panties off

sit on top of him like that.

Like in the porn films.

I guess I felt like I was capable of
anything.

I didn't want it to end.

And this is how I found myself walking
into a car park and getting inside a car

with them.

They were friendly, attractive.

That little episode at the movie theater
had left me hungry for more. A lot

more. At the time, I thought they were
going to take me to their place.

When we stopped in the middle of a
wasteland, I saw five or six guys were

waiting for us.

They looked a little odd.

Now let's see what you're made of.

Now be nice to them.

At first I thought, I can't do this.

I couldn't do it.

Oh yes you can.

You can because you're nothing but a
slut.

Go on, bitch.

I had that piercing sensation that ties
your stomach up in knots.

that electrifies and paralyzes you at
the same time when everything moves very

fast and you ask yourself, what the hell
am I doing here? Is it too late to pull

out, to take a breath, perhaps rewind
and go back to the movie theater, to

disappear altogether and just keep my
fantasies as simply that, fantasies?

I felt that I'd reached the point of no
return.

And then it happened, right there. There
was nothing else but excitement.

I decided to go for it, allowing my
audacity to lead the way, forgetting

everything else.

Normally shy, I had turned into a
pleasure machine, hungry to...

I exposed myself, and that night, I
certainly didn't need to refuel.

See how well they're doing?

You need to get into the character.

I know what they want.

They want to fuck me.

And stick their cocks in your mouth.

It's not hard.

I'm gonna make it hard with my mouth
right Show them what you can do

Thank you

I'll be on it soon.

Oh.

I love you.

What the hell?

What's happening, baby?

Thinking about it, I can hardly believe
that I was capable of doing what I did.

I was excited, but vaguely ashamed, too.

I wanted to forget, but also to do it
again.

Yeah, I wanted to do it again.

I had revealed myself.

After that, wherever I went, I couldn't
stop fantasizing about strange

encounters, bodies rubbing against each
other.

I passed by men, observed them, desired
them. I watched them desire me. I wanted

the anonymous sex that they could give
me, different every time and quickly

forgotten. If only I had known earlier
how easy it was.

This guy, for example, on the opposite
platform.

I could have chosen him.

Good night.

Good

night.

Thank you.

I had always wanted to buy myself those
kinds of clothes.

Rubber, latex.

The kind of clothes a whore wears to
show off.

But I had never dared even to go into
one of those boutiques.

Inside, I saw this couple.

The girl had incredible eyes.

The sort of thing they write songs about
in the 80s.

I visualize this girl getting undressed
behind the closed curtain.

I imagine her throwing off her stiletto
heels.

and slipping on the red dress she'd
chosen from the rack.

I could feel her boyfriend's eyes
checking out my ass, too, sizing me up

making no effort to hide it.

You like this one?

It looks good, no?

Come here.

What's up with you?

I wanted something to happen with them.

I just didn't know how.

Don't you like me? Of course I like you.
What's wrong?

You're such a hard -on -relax.

Hush. I said relax.

Let me do it again.

I turned you on, you dirty pig. You
turned me on. There they were, just

meters away from me, fucking in that
changing room. You're us.

Don't do me like you do me at home.

I could hear the sounds of him unzipping
his trousers, of fabric creasing, of

desire increasing.

When she started to suck his dick, I
could hear it too, and I felt like my

was beating in my pussy, that my head
was empty, that it was turning into

liquid. When I turned towards them, I
saw the girl had pulled the curtain

Nothing counted anymore.

Apart from his huge dick disappearing
regularly as clockwork between the plump

lips of my gorgeous whore in her red
dress.

How do you like it?

That's when my legs, well, started
moving on their own free will.

The way our eyes met.

I'm starting to know that look.

It's always the same.

But on that day, I was still learning to
read it.

What are you looking at, bitch? Do you
like my man's cock?

Yes.

Come here.

And I wasn't mistaken.

She really was a whore.

Would you like to know what my man's
cock tastes like?

You smell of sex.

You're horny, aren't you?

I forbid you to touch yourself.

And you?

You're just going to watch me fuck, huh?

Stream.

Fuck me.

Fuck me from behind.

You want to?

throat full of cum but my pussy still on
fire.

I said goodbye to my casual
acquaintances and I went on with my

Obsessed with my new hobbies, I still
had a life to live, things to do, people

to see.

It did all that like a sleepwalker and
could only think of my next adventure.

Would there be anyone suitable for me
this evening on this barge?

That one was probably a novice.

Enough balls to consider fucking me and
shy enough to be looking for a

reassuring shelter.

He was very cute.

Have a nice evening?

Yes, thank you.

And you?

Very good, thank you.

Are you alone?

Yeah, my wife stayed home.

And your wife has a faithful husband?

On certain occasions.

And what about tonight?

Shall we find out?

We could leave the place and find
ourselves a small hotel.

No, this is more exciting.

Yeah.

A novice, but well hung.

You look like a slut.

Is your wife a good sucker?

Your bowels look full.

Looks like you haven't come in a long
time.

You're going to fuck a slut right now.

Hurry up or someone might catch us.

Oh, Jesus.

He can keep the kisses for his wife.

I got what I wanted.

Emotion, a big dick up my ass, an
orgasm, and perhaps I even gained a fan

evening.

foreign you

Quite quickly, I saw my friends from the
porn cinema again.

I'd given them my number, but hadn't
taken theirs.

I hoped that they'd call me, although I
was slightly apprehensive at the thought

of what they'd do to me this time.

I wouldn't be disappointed.

Come in. How are you doing?

Good, and you?

Did you find it easily?

Yeah, no problem. Yeah?

Let me take your coat. Make yourself at
home.

It's a great apartment.

Yeah, thanks.

You look really beautiful tonight.

Oh, you're very kind.

Here, let me help you.

Oops.

Oops. Not yet.

You want a tour?

Yes, a pleasure.

Excellent.

Are you with that?

You like it, huh?

You know you tell me

You want to join me?

Do you like it? Yeah.

No.

You can only watch.

And I'll go.

Hope it.

Ah, the cute guy from the barge. As you
can imagine, I really had converted him.

You're wet.

Yeah, I want a cock.

Blow me. I'm going to have to find you
some guys.

Things were now going to start to get
serious for me.

And our three friends?

I let them carry on with their fun. I
didn't really have a part in that

scenario. And I promise you, they were
managing very well without me.

All right.

Thank you so much.

oh oh oh

I want you to do it now.

Do you like my ass?

Of course.

What

do

you want?

You want me to empty it?

Yeah.

It's not big enough.

To fill me.

We're all gonna fuck you.

You like this?

You want to eat my pussy?

You want to taste my pussy?

Start by tasting my ass first.

pants. Go and pull them all out.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

Little by little, I completely
surrendered myself to their hands, their

their cocks pushing into me.

A last door had unlocked within me. It
was like the old Claire had disappeared,

leaving in her place a shameless whore,
available, greedy for relentless

orgasms, and to come even louder since I
knew that five feverish pairs of eyes

were observing me.

Oh my God.