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Becoming a Star
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Becoming a Star I looked closer at the flyer posted to the bulletin board. It reads. "Come . Come all. Be part of the show. Open audiditons for all parts. All ages, and all roles. Lead roles are compensated." I could use some extra right now. The car ment, and insurance is due setting us behind. I'm not so sure about thw acting thing though. I don't like being the center of attention, and I never could memorize well. "It's a local that nobody will attend anyway." I reason with myself. "How big of a role can it be? It doesn't hurt to check it out." I take down the address, and then go about my day. I get curioous who hung the flyer, if they were in any before, if they got paid, and how much? Then I wonder if I can even do something like that? I debate it all day until the night when I bring it up to my husband. "Do it. I bet you'll be great at it. If anything you'll draw people in just to stare at your butt." He answers. "Really? Is that all you think of?" "Pretty much." "Then why are you such a dud in bed?" "You have fun those times." "That's because they're so few and far between that a corpse would have fun. Which is kind of what your method is like." "Ouch! Now you're being mean." "You should be used to that. I'm trying to be serious here, and you start that crap again." "I think you should try it because I'm sure you'll get a part, and you'll be really good at it. It'll take your mind off of things around here for a little while." "And who's going to take over for me here? You? Yeah, right." "I can, and I will." "We'll see on that . I suppose I can drop out if need be." The rest of the week goes as usual. Boring. Then on Saturday I look up the address for the theater on my ph, and find the courage to check it out. in the morning on the weekend is way too early, but I make sure I'm up, clean, and ready to go. My husband kisses me as I go out the door wishing me luck, and I feel the nervous butterflies in my stomach the entire way there. When I get to the address I diover that it's the local college campus. My thoughts about a fair amount of drops, and I think twice about doing it. I text my husband where I'm at. "Just check it out. It doesn't hurt to look. Even if it's not much, or even nothing at all,you might enjoy it?" Probably not, but I check it out anyway. When I walk inside I see little signs with arrows saying which way to the auditions. I follow them to the theater, and am soon in a large room with a huge balcony. It looks like a grand opera house with the red velvet chairs and everything. There's a lot of young twenty somethings sitting and chatting or on their phs in the first rows. I feel so old compared to them. A couple just stare at me as I sit about mid way back. After a few minutes an older man comes onto the stage. He seeems rather excited, and addresses every. "Good morning every. Welcome to my theater. You can just call me Prof. I'll be your director for this program. This time we have a few choice roles since we are doing short s. I see a few familiar faces, and a few new s. For the s that have d this before it'll be the same deal as always. For the new people the deal is that the lead roles will be compensated for all performances. The roles of extras and supporting cast I unfortunately can't compensate for due to the budget restrains. So without any further ado let's begin. Please move in front of stage left, and wait your turn." I watch as most of the people move to our left. I move to the right side seats, and sit with about a handful of others. After a few minutes Prof comes out setting up a stand with a paper on it on the stage. He looks out, and offs. "Stage left people. Some of you were here last year too. You should know this." He points to his left, which is our right, and where I'm already sitting. The grumble as they move, and I giggle. A few moments after that he comes out, and walks down the steps on the right side of the stage. He sets up a camera in the front, and then sits center before calling the first person. "On the backs of your seats are numbers. We'll start with seat number 212." I watch a mousy little girl step up on stage to the small stand he had set up. "Read page line ." She reads, and he writes notes in a notebook. Then he calls the next person. I sit there watching them all go up by until I'm the last person waiting. "I don't know your seat number, but you're the last young lady. Show me what you have." I nervously step onto the stage, and look out seeing all the empty seats. He sits there watching me as I wait for his instructions. "You aren't my normal college trying to get some extra . Tell me about yourself, and what made you show up today?" "Okay?" I say questioning. "My name is Michele. I'm a 43 year old married mother of . I work full time, and thought this would be a fun way to make some extra for bills." "Have you ever been in a before?" "No. This will be an experience. I don't know if I can even do it, but I want to try." "I think you'll do great, and I'll you along the way personally. Now read page lines ten through fifteen." I fumble through the pages, and find the right I know he expects me to act the part so I try to find the ene explanation. It just says love ene. "Lucky me." I think before I start reading. "My dear Craig, what will I ever do without out. Your strong arm holding me make me feel so safe. Your warm skin pressed against mine brings me so much comfort. Hearing your breath as I lay my head on your chest brings me nothing but peace. When you're inside me it feels like heaven on earth." "Very nice." I just stand there waiting for further instructions. "For not doing anything like this you seem to have a good idea of what to do. You have a pretty face too." I wait for him to tell me that I'm not wanted. After all the compliments that's waht always happens. "Like I said before we have short stories. They all have a role for an older woman at some point. We can easily make up of these other girls to look older so that's not an issue. Could you turn around for me please?" I turn around as he checks me out. My mind goes crazy wondering if he's offering me roles in all s. Then I wonder if they're lead roles so I can make some . "Read page ten please." "Which lines?" "The first paragraph please." I flip to page ten, and find the synopsis. It says "Finding the love." "Just as I sit here today I swear to you that it's all true. I don't know why I let him go that day. He came looking for me on the farm. I was in the milk house when he surprised me. I couldn't even ask him what he was there since he knew I beholden to another. He just grabbed my arms, and pulled me close. He planted his lips on mine, and I began to swoon. The next thing I knew he had my knicker on the floor, and his muled body between my legs. The Lord was generous with that man. He left me sore and bow legged after that afternoon. And it was all afternoon. I miss that man. Instead I went on to marry another, and here I am wishing for better days." I hstly begin to get turned on reading this sexy story. I feel my crotch warm, and have to adjust my jeans so I don't leak through since I do get way too wet at times. "Very good. How do you feel about reading that?" "It's okay." "It doesn't bother you?" "Not at all." "Good. What are your limits? What do you expect from this?" "I've never d anything like this before so I can't really answer either of those questions." "You seem comfortable on stage. Are you nervous?" "Yes. Very much so." "It doesn't show. With your job how are you going to be able to cope if I give you a part? We have a long way to go, and not much time to get there. That means daily practices." "As long as they're during the mornings I'm good since I work evenings." "They're usually from until noon." "That works great except for having to get up so early." I laugh. "I get up at every day so I know what you mean." He replies lightening the mood. "Maybe, but I bed you get to bed before in the morning too." He laughs saying, "Yeah I get to bed around every night. Sometimes I stay up to the wee hours of ten." "I'm just getting d working then. Sometimes." "How comfortable are you up there?" "A little bit. Not really a lot." "You look natural there so I was just wondering. I do have a role that I think you'd be great for. It's the southern belle roll, but it's a modern belle so you won't have to worry about the big poofy gowns." "I like those though." "Sorry. This modern belle is actually the opposite of the arlett O Hara's we've come to know." "Okay?" "I don't know how to really ask this so I just be blunt about it. Please don't be offended." I stand there curious and nervous. "Is see that you're a bigger woman. Not that's bad, but it just makes me wonder how you'll feel in the costumes for the role?" "Bigger? I'm fat. I've accepted that a long time ago. This is the body God gave me, and I have to live with it. And for the record, I don't get offended. Be as blunt as you'd like." "Wow. I didn't expect such a great attitude about that. In that case you have the part, but I only need to know if you have any tattoos or piercings?" "I do not. Never had any, but I did consider it a time or ." " more thing. There is a ene at the beach, and the role that you will requires you to be in a bikini. Are you okay with that?" "Sure. I have my suit at home I can wear." "We will get the wardrobe, and it calls for a piece string bikini. The ene is where the character feels bold and comfortable about herself, and then is mocked into seclusion. It happens rather early in the , and the end is her sitting in her estate refusing to go out at all. It's a sad story about love found, and lost really." "I suppose if I have to. I guess that means I'll have to shave my legs." I joke. "And maybe somewhere else too." He laughs. "How do you that's not already?" "I have no response to that." He says stunned. "I didn't think you would." I laugh. "You seem like you're getting more comfortable up there by the second. How do you feel about trying on a bikini without any here before there's an audience? Just to see if you can do it?" "Okay. I thought you said you didn't have the costumes yet?" "You're right. I forgot about that for a second. How about stripping down to your underwear? That would probably be as close as we can get right now." "You want me to strip? Right now?" "If you're willing. Yes." I look around cautiously, and wonder if other people are hiding somewhere watching. Then I think about how mch a string bikini will cover versus my underwear. I'm sure my underwear have more coverage. "You don't have to do it if you don't want." He repeats. I off my shoes, and then I pull of my tee shirt. Lastly I pull down my jeans ing them to the side. Then I stand there letting him see me. "Wow! You are very beautiful. Can you turn around please?" I slowly turn for him feeling myself actually getting turned on from his ogling me. I blame my lack of sex life in my marriage for my quick reactions to stimuli. It doesn't take much stimuli either. Some days just seeing a cute guy is enough to make my heart flutter. I just don't like that fact that I get really wet down there. I can't control it, and sometimes if I'm in the right mood at the right time it'll flow out of me making it look like I peed myself. "You have a very nice body." "Thank you." I say facing him. "I mean it too. The only thing I'm wondering is wht color of bikini you'd look best in. I hstly like the way your black underwear contrast you pale skin, but I think red would be more normal for a bikini. Maybe white?" "Is there going to be actual water involved?" "Maybe why?" "Because some white suits become very see through when they get wet." "Okay. So if you're shaved that shouldn't be an issue. Are you shaved?" "Not right now." "Do you have dark nipples?" "Excuse me?" "They too might show through." "I don't think they're any darker than normal." "Can I see?" I'm surprised, but feel my crotch tingle at the thought of him seeing me. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I would prefer it though." He tells me. I reach back unclasping my bra, and then pull it off my shoulders letting it drop to the floor. then I stand there topless in just my panties on the stage. "You have very nice breasts." "Thank you." "If I may say it? You have really sexy nipples. I like how hard they are." I blush hearing his doting comments. "I would like to see the rest of you. Take off your panties." My crotch is so wet, and I am so horny that I find myself just doing as he asks. I feel myself pulling them down past my knees. Before I realize what I'm doing I am letting them drop to my feet. I stand back up, and he just stares at me for a minute in silence. "Turn around." I turn around slowly feeling His eyes all over me. My crotch tingles with excitement as it begins to overheat. "You have a damn fine body. Very beautiful." "Thank you." "Here. Take my card, and I'll make sure you get all the you need to be great at this." He says holding up a card. I walk down to him to grab it forgetting for a second that I'm naked. "You look just as beautiful up close too." He says as he holds tight to the card so he can look me over. I blush before he lets go of the card. "Leave me you information on the sheet by the doors, and be here at the same time tomorrow." I turn to grab my clothes, and notice him watching me dress a few feet away as he sits there. It's distracting. I hurry up to dress before walking out the door. My head is spinning knowing that I got the part, and it excites me. Thinking about being naked in front of him, and hearing his comments really excites me. I quickly write my name, address, ph number, and email on the paper before I walk to my car. I'm still swooning and giddy when I get home, and tell my husband I got the part. He asks if it's a ing role, and how much I'll get paid if it is? I admit that I didn't think of bringing it up, but I promise to in the morning. I tell him the hedule, and he's not too happy about it. I shrug my shoulders reminding him that he encouraged me to go for it. He accepts it since he really has no choice, and then we go out with the for supper. Then we come home to watch TV until bed time. I fall asleep on the couch before he wakes me up to go to bed. I am so tired that I don't even open my eyes to get my pajamas on. The alarm rings off way too early in the morning, and I hit the snooze button. My husband reminds me that I have to get up. I remember the , and jump up to get into the shower. I wash, and get ready. I slip on a button down light blue shirt, and blue jeans with my white bra and red undrewear. I slip on my sneakers, and head to the college. He's on the stage sitting on the l chair. A few of the overhead lights are on illuminating the entire room. I walk up on the stage beside him before he looks up at me. "Good morning Michele." He says smiling. "Morning Professor." "Just Prof. It's more cordial, but personal." "So what are we doing today?" I ask looking around the empty hall. "First thing is to give you the ript so you can learn your lines. Then I need your measurments so I can order your costumes. Then we will go over some of the nuances of being on stage." "Okay then where's the ript?" He hands it to me, and lets me look it over for a few minutes. "I'll need your measurments too." He says holding a measuring tape. I just stand thereWaiting for him to begin, but he just stares at me. "I'll need you to take off your shirt and pants so I can get accurate measurments." "You just want to see me naked again." I joke. "If you get naked I would not complain bit." He smiles. "But I do declare! I am a spoken for woman." I proteset in a southern accent. Then I unbutton my shirt before pulling it off my shoulders. I lay it across the back of the chair. I look around once more to make sure we're al, and then I unhook my bra peeling it off before laying it on my shirt. I unzip my jeans as I look him in the eyes. His eyes fixate on my hands as I slowly pull them down leaving my underwear on. I fold them nicely, and lay them on the seat of the chair. "Is this good?" I ask feeling the cold air against my body. Being like this in front of him makes my crotch tingle once again, and I feel it flush with desire wetting my vaginal walls. My nipples are rock hard from the cold air and the sexual frustration I'm feeling. He just stares at me. "Sorry. I forgot these." I say slowly peeling down my underwear. I watch him as I bend down to step out of my panties, and then I fold them nice setting them on my jeans. "Now I'm ready." "You are a sight to behold Michele." He coos. "No holding, just measuring. I want the costumes to fit." "Yes maam." He laughs. He measures my h before writing it down. Then my belly. I put my hand on my head lifting my arms. He hesitates, but then wraps the tape around my breasts. After writing it down he measures my hips. My crotch feels like it's on fire feeling his cold hands on me as he measures. He kneels in front of me, and tells me that he needs my inseam. I spread my feet apart opening my legs giving him access. I feel his cold fingers on the inside I my left ankle, and the I feel his other hand running up the inside of my thigh. His cold fingers brush against my labia making me moan. He holds his hand there staring at my crotch. Then I feel him press tighter against my lips. Again I moan. "I see why you were worried about the suit getting wet." He says softly. "Sorry. It happens." He moves his fingers back and forth slightly, and my legs shiver as another moan eapes me. My feet slide further apart, and my hips rock forward. I close my eyes feeling my soul fill with reckless lust. I tilt my head back as his fingers slowly slide forward across my pussy. It feels so good. My breath quickens as the waves of electricity shoot though me. Then I feel his face press against my crotch, and just as I gasp I feel his tongue lick across my clit. My hands grab his head pulling him tight to me as he licks me more frantically. My legs shake from the direct clitoral stimulation. His arms wrap around my waist as he grabs my ass cheeks, and then he pushes hard against me pushing me back to the chair. I sit down, and my legs open wide letting him take me. I rub his head as his tongue dives int my vagina making my moan with pleasure. My hips rock, and the pressure in my crotch grows quickly. He finds my cit again with his tongue flick it quickly. It sets me off. I moan loud as the pressure flows out of my pussy like a tidal wave. My entire body shakes in orgasm. His mouth covers my pussy as he laps my vagina. It feels so good. I haven't had an orgasm in months. This takes my breath away, and it wanes way too soon for my liking. Then my clit gets super sensitive, and I have to push him away since his licking is starting to hurt. I sit there catching my breath for a few moments as he kneels between my legs staring at me. "You have an interesting way of measuring an inseam." I joke. "Yeah. I got a bit carried away. I'm sorry. It was unprofessional of me." He says standing. "By the looks of the bulge in your pants you're not too sorry." He smiles at me as I sit up. I can't but to smile. All he does is stare at me for almost a full minute before he s out of it. "I'm sorry, I got distracted by your beautiful breasts. What did you say?" "Nothing important." "You have a very beautiful body. You skin is so soft and pale. You have such beautiful curves. I can't take my eyes off you." "That's just because you want to get laid." "That would be a grand experience to be with you I'm sure, but I was awed by you when I first saw you." I reach forward feeling myself tingling once more. My hand traces his cock through his pants. He feels rock hard. My mouth begins to water thinking about what it looks like. Wondering what it tastes like. I love sucking cock, but my husband doesn't let me very often. "I want to suck your cock." I hear myself saying. He answers by unzipping his fly. I reach in pulling it out of his underwear. It is rock hard, and it throbs in my hand. I stare at it. The big tip inches from my face. His circumsized dick just tempting me. "I can't. I'm married damn it. We did too much already." I moan as I kneel in front of him. I feel my juices run down my legs as I stare at it. I slowly stroke it after a few seconds making him gasp with excitement. "I can't. I shouldn't." I moan as I see his pre cum forming at the tip. I lean forward licking it off. He moans again as he stands there. "It's so hard." I coo looking up at him. He is watching me, and I slowly stroke him. I again lick the tip as I watch him. I see the look of pleasure come over his face as he moans. It turns me on even more. I lick it again, and then I lick up the bottom of his shaft. Watching his reaction the entire time "I have to stop. I'm married." I say staring at it once more. Then I look up at him, and I take it all the way into my mouth. He moans loudly as I begin to suck his cock while stroking it. It turns me on so much that I moan just from watching him and tasting him. I suck harder and faster loving him loving it. My crotch is on fire with lust, and I am dripping wet. He just stands there letting me do as I please. I suck and lick all over his cock loving every inch of it. His moaning grows more intense the faster I work him, and in a few minutes he pulls out of my mouth. I don't let go, and I feel his cock pulse as I watch his cum spurt out hitting my chest. He lets out a nice load, and I feel it running down over my breasts. I look up at him as I stroke him, and I smile as he smiles down at me. I suck the cum off his shrinking dick fro a few seconds before I lick it off the side of my hand. "You didn't have to pull out of my mouth." "Most girls don't like it when a guy finishes in their mouth so I decided to err on the side of caution." "Most girls don't like to suck dick either." "That is true." I reach down rubbing the cum all over my chest, and then I stand up in front of him. Our eyes meet, and I lean forward kissing him. I can still taste myself on his lips, but I can mostly taste his cum. "We better get down to business." He says breaking away. "I want to show you what it's like to feel the full effects of being on stage with all the lights." He walks to the back of the seating area to a large wooden podium. Then the theater goes dark. The floor lights come on blinding me for a second. I can only see the first few rows, and then the spotlights come on keeping me from seeing anything. The spots turn off, and the overhead lights come on. I feel the heat of them all as they shine down onto me. Then it all goes dark once more for a split second before a dio ball turns on shining the reflected light all over. "Dance for me girl." He jokes. "I don't have a pole." I shout back. Then the ball turns off and the laser lights come on. They're all different colors and shine all over making cool designs. "You should do the lasers with the dio ball. It would be so cool seeing them reflecting all over." I shout back to him. He does just that, and I watch as the colors again shine and reflect like a psychedelic freakshow. If I were on drugs it would have been very intense I guess. Then I hear some squeaking coming from the ceiling. I look up, but can't see in the darkness. Not until I see a metal pole lowering down in the lights. He comes out, and affixes it to the stage. "Now you have a pole." He laughs. I figure what the hell, and begin to twirl around it like I've seen in movies. I twirl until I'm sitting on the stage, and then I open my legs as I face him. I arch my back as I run my hand up my left side grabbing my breast. I lift it up, and then lick my nipple before pinching it as I stare at him. Then I roll onto my knees rocking my big ass back at him a few times before I reach between my legs spreading my excites labia for him. I love how he watches me dance for him. It turns me on so much. I roll back onto my butt with my legs wide open, and I spread my labia for him again. Then I use my right hand to grab my right breast, and I lick that nipple before pinching it. I moan as my horniness gets the better of me, and I pinch kind of hard. I slide my hand down over my belly and through my bush to my pussy. I feel so hot and wet. I touch myself watching him watch me. I slide fingers into my vagina working them in and out a few times before I put them in my mouth sucking them. I am horny beyond belief, and doing stupid things but I don't care. I pull the chair over sitting him in it, and then I dance right beside him. I rub my chest and ass on him. I soon straddle his lap, and hump him. I feel his dick poking against the fabric of his trousers once again rock hard. I kneel between his legs, and bite his cock fully through his pants. Then I lift his shirt biting my way to his nipples where I nibble them both for a few seconds before mashing my chest into his face as I crawl back onto his lap. I grind and twirl my hips feeling his cock against my pussy. He moans as I tease him. Then I turn around as I straddle his lap, and I bend down so my crotch is close to his face. I then turn back, and slowly lower myself down rubbing my naked body against him. I again twirl and grind my crotch against his stiff cock as it strains in his pants. I rock my hips back and forth feeling myself sliding from me anticipation. I raise myself high enough the rub his face between my boob, and then slide back down his body. I feel his cock slide into my vagina making my moan echo through the theater. I rock hy hips as I raise myself up slightly before dropping back down fucking him. Our eyes meet, and we stare at each other as I ride him. It feels so good inside of me. My lustful want is finally being satisfied. His arms engulf me, and he holds me close. His hips move slightly matching my rhythm. It makes me gasp for breath feeling him inside of me. I don't last much more than minutes before I lay my face onto his shoulder and whine as my orgasm makes me a trembling mess. I feel my vagina quivering against his cock as I sit straddling him. He holds me tight as the waves make me shake. I soon begin to calm down, and I kiss his cheek. Our eyes meet once again. We stare at each other for a second before I start riding him again. I feel an occasional wave of pleasure course through me making me tense for a second. He feels so good inside of me. It's been too long since I've been pleasured. I miss it. He seductively holds my head with his fingers on my cheeks. Our eyes never breaking from each other until he closes his. He wraps his arms back around me holding me tight. I feel him tense up under me, and the moan gruffly. He holds me still tight to his lap, and I can feel his cock throbbing in my vagina. His cum slowly making a warm spot inside of me as his body shakes under me. I smile at him feeling like I accomplished something great. He holds onto me for a few minutes before letting his hands drop to his sides. I wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him as I sit on his cock. He catches his breath, and calms down while I feel his dick softening inside of me. He eventually begins to rub my back gently letting me enjoy the afterglow. After a few minutes he whispers in my ear that we need to straighten up. I reluctantly move off him, and let him up. "Looks like we got the club ene down good." I say. "Too bad there isn't ." He laughs. "The gratuitous sex ene that's in every show?" "Nope. N of those in any of the s." "Well then. I guess we're going to have to study harder then." "Speaking of that. It's almost noon. People are going to start showing up for the afternoon program soon. You better hurry up, and get dressed. I almost forgot about that. Damn it!" He tosses my clothes to me, and I frantically slip them on not even bothering to put on my bra and underwear. He slips them into my pants pocket before he raises the pole, and then he resets the lights just in time for the door to swing open as a couple of people walk in. I walk down to him at the light board, and he stops talking to another man who just walked in. "Great first practice Michele. A lot of great things came together today, and I'll see you tomorrow." He says in a total professional way. "Thanks Prof. I'll see you at ." When I get home my husband sees me smiling, and comments that I must have had fun. I tell him that it was an experience, and then he asks about the . I admit that I forgot to ask. "Why does it matter so much to you anyway?" I ask. "Because that's the reason you went in the first place." "Yeah, but I'm having a blast doing it so if it doesn't much are you going to make me stop?" "No. But I'd like to know." "I have weeks to ask. And if I forget you can ask on opening day." The subject is dropped, and we go about our normal Sunday routine of washing clothes, and lounging around. I'm in no hurry to change my clothes since every time I move I can feel a little bit of his cum leak out of me. When I finally have to move to go to the bathroom I see the sticky mess on the inside of my jeans beginning to soak through. I pull them off as I sit on the toilet, and reach into my pockets pulling out my wadded bra. Then I check my other pocket, but I can't find my red underwear anywhere. I panic thinking that I dropped them on the stage, but then it's so late that the afternoon porgram is long over. So if they were there they would be found. I feel sad because they were my favorite underwear. I grab a different pair, my pajama shirt, and my jogging pants after I pee before returning to the living room. It's soon bedtime, and I lay in bed thinking about what happened. I wonder how I could let myself be so weak. I roll to my husband putting my hand on his waist. He answers with a snore. I roll back the other way, and begin to hate myself. I decide to not show up for the , and I cry myself to sleep. When my alarms goes off my husband keeps nudging me until I get up. I can't tell him why I don't want to go so I just go. I dress in a ratty old teel, and my old jeans. When I get there I see a bunch of others moving things all around. The Prof is directing everybody. I feel better knowing that we're not going to be al. "Good morning Michele." He say cheerily. "Wardrobe! Take Michele to try on her forst costume." A young girl comes up to me introducing herself as Trisha. She leads me to the back, and hands me some clothes. "These aren't really meant for a girl like you, but this is what he wants you to wear." She say snidely. I put the outfit on, and look in the mirror. I see the short shorts are crawling up my butt in the back, and my belly is hanging out the front of my shirt. Which has a plunging neckline. The black shorts, and dark gray top show a lot of me which I'm not used to. I buck up, and walk out to the stage. "There she is." He says seeing me. I see the costume fits like it's supposed to." "It doesn't." "I know. You are an older woman who lived a free life, and has since lost her true love due to things outside of your control. You are now talking with another debutaunt telling her to follow her heart or she'll wind up being a depressed homebody like you have become." I walk up to the set on the stage, and hold my ript. A young girl dressed in an even skimpier outfit sits across from me. He tells us to read our lines directing as we read. We go over it and over it taking a couple of breaks. The morning flies by, and it's soon time to go. I return to the dressing room to change as every else leaves. I don't see him as he slips in behind me. I am in my underwear when he surprises me by grabbing my ass. "Hey!" I say jumping up. "Sorry. I didn't mean to are you. It's just so nice." "We can't do this anymore. Yesterday was a mistake. I can't let that happen again." "Feeling guilty? You shouldn't." "I'm married. I have a husband and at home waiting for me." "That's perfectly fine. You can have them, and still have fun." "It's not right. I'm not a cheat." "You're a pretty woman that was evidently neglected, and you lost control. There's nothing wrong with that. I won't pressure you into doing anything you don't want, but just know that I think you're beautiful in every way." He turns and walks out blowing me a kiss as he leaves. I compose myself, and then walk out myself. I get home in time to go to work. The day drags on, and It's soon the next morning. Again people are everywhere. I dress in the same outfit, and the same girl and I go over our lines again. After it's all d I leave as he waves to me. I wave back. The days repeat doing the same thing over and over. On Friday he says that we're going to do the beach ene. After he comes to my dressing room knocking on the door. I let him in, and he advises me to shave so that nothing hangs out during the ene. I thank him for the advice, and he leaves. I worry about how the ene is going to be all night. Saturday morning comes quickly, and I'm still groggy when I show up. Trisha hands me a wad of white fabric shaking her head. I go to put it on, and I see that I forgot to shave. I get my clothes back on, and find Prof. "We can't do this today." I say. "We have to. There's not a lot of time left." "We can't." "Why not?" "I forgot to shave, and this thing is tiny." He tells me to follow him, and he leads me back into his office. Shutting the door behind himself I watch as he reaches into the desk drawer. He pulls out a can of shaving cream, and a straight razor with a razor strap. He hands me a towel and a small pail with water in it. "Don't be long." He says walking to the door. "I can't use this. I'll cut myself to shreds." I admit. "Let's just skip it, or do a regular rehearsal." "No time. It's either shave, or let it hang out." "You do it then." I suggest seeing no other way. "Gladly. Strip, and get on the desk." I do as he says, and sit with my legs spread for him. He massages the shaving cream all over my pubic area and crotch lathering it up good. He tells me to hold still as he grabs the razor. I feel it over my skin as he shaves me. Occasionally he rubs the blade against the strap. I feel my crotch heating up as he works lower. His fingers pulling my folds makes my pussy flush with excitement. I restrain my lust enough until I feel him wipe me clean with the towel. I moan as he wipes across my clit and labia. Then I feel him kiss my pussy so every gently. It makes me shudder. "No. We can't." I say standing up. I search for my pants and underwear. He kneels there picking things up. I bend over in front him, and feel his hand on my ass again. I pull away, and I feel him kiss my crack licking up it as I move. I just glare at him as I dress. He smiles sweetly. I return to my dressing room, and put the bikini on. It barely covers me, and it's sheer white fabric is very thin. I go to the stage feeling naked. The guys around stare at me as I go to my mark. Prof. tells me to walk through every as though I were looking for a place to tan. I do as directed, and the people off and ridicule me. I the part over and over until he calls cut. I can't get to my dressing room fast enough to change. The door doesn't even close before Prof walks in behind me. He sits on my chair before I can making me stand. He just smiles at me staring. "Great job today. You look sexy in that suit. I love the way it hugs your ass." "We can't do this. You should go." "I just wanted to say that you did well, and get more look at your beautiful body." He stands to leave, and stops hugging me tight. I feel his hard dick press against my bare stomach, and it makes my crotch wet thinking about it. His hand grab my ass as he holds me tight. "I don't want to go though. I want that beautiful ass of yours." His dick grinding into my stomach is rock solid, and I find myself grabbing it. " quick , and then no more?" "Give me your ass, and then I'll never bother you again." "I can't. I've never d that before." "Then I want your sweet pussy every day until the shows are d." "Fine. Just be gentle." I say bending over my table. He unties my bikini bottoms, and they drop to the floor. Then I see him grab a bottle of liquid from his pocket. He rubs it all over his dick, and my asshole before he slowly push it into me. I strain as his cock opens me up for the first time. He slowly and gradually moves it in and out pushing deeper. It hurts when he pushes against my sphincter, and my body tenses. He tells me to relax as he fucks my asshole. I try, but it's not easy. His cock pushes against it hard. "Just do it!" I tell him. He grabs my hips, and rams it hard. I moan as his cock pounds my sphincter. I clench my teeth to endure it. I feel his head poke through slighty before it clamps shut. Then he rams in again, and I feel it burst through burying deep into my ass. I whince as the pain sets in. He stops holding it in me. "Just fuck me." I tell him again. He listens fucking me. I feel my ass go numb and my legs shake as he slowly fucks my ass. It hurts a lot. I push back making him fuck me harder. He takes the hint, and rams me harder. I grab the table tight as he uses my ass good hard. "Hurry up." I moan. He rams it in faster making my body shake as he slams against me. His cock feels like it's pounding my insides. I endure pushing back fucking him back. I feel him tense. Then he grunts as he slams deep. I feel his cock explode it's load into my rectum. I hold still letting him finish. I feel his cum leak out of me as he slowly pumps it in. Then it gushes out when he pulls out. He bends down kissing my shoulder saying, "Thank you my sweet." I hear the door close behind him before I move. I clean up, and head home. I just sit there thinking about what happened as we watch TV. I feel myself getting turned on knowing that I gave him such pleasure. I feel my asshole twinge occasionally, and wonder why I'm thinking this way. I dream of him holding me, and see my husband just sitting there not caring. His hands caress me all over touching me just right. I feel his cock pressing against me feeling it's firmness. It wakes me before my alarm, and I am so horny. I shower, and I grab a black skirt and white button down blouse to wear. I look at my bra and underwear, but toss them back onto the counter. I feel so naughty, and it's from being so horny, I get to the theater, and see that most of the people are g. I look at Prof, and he says that today will be more about places and set design. I wait until we're al for a second before I smirk at him. I lift the front of my dress, and walk away to his office. He is quickly right behind me. I open his drawer, and pull out the shaving cream and razor. I notice my black and red underwear in sealed zip lock baggies right beside where they were. I pick them up smiling, and then drop them back into his drawer. Then I sit on the edge of his desk, lift my skirt, and spread my legs. "I think I need a trim Prof." He kneels down fast, and shaves me so good. I am soaking wet and super horny by the time he finishes. He wipes me with the towel, and then kisses my labia. I moan as my legs spread wider and I move closer to the edge. He burys his face in my crotch, and I feel his tongue lap up my juices. It feels so good, and he makes me moan wanting more. "Fuck me!" I demand. "Fuck me now." He stands up dropping his pants, and then I see his cock swing free for a second before he plunges it into me. I whine as it opens my wanting vagina. My hips rock fucking him as he fucks me. "Harder." I moan. He grinds it into me, and I feel my orgasm rapidly growing. "Fuck me with that hard cock!" I demand. He rams it in hard and deep using me like I need. I look him in the eye just as the dam inside me gives way. I shake and quiver as I cum on his dick. He keep fucking me, and I see him tense, and the he pushes in deep. The waves still rippling through me as I feel the warm puddle grow in my vagina. We finish together with him holding his cock in me as is goes soft. We kiss passionately until he is called on his radio. Then he steps back. I drop to my knees, and suck his dick clean as he tries to pull up his pants. I watch him struggle against me as I keep after his cock. "I expect to see you later Prof. You promised every day." "Only until showtime." "Then I'll expect a part in the next too. Or maybe we'll make a of our own?" He walks out, and I drop my skirt. I go to my dressing room, and put on the bikini before returning to the stage. All the set crew stares at me, and Prof smiles. "It's not a dress day Michele." "Oh well, I'm changed now." "Okay, just watch out for the water that they're bringing in for the beach ene." Just as he says it I step back, and trip over a bucket. It splashes all over me, and it's cold. I feel my nipples get rock hard as they gather around to me up. Prof hands me a towel, and I wipe myself down with it. "I see what you meant about white suits." He says. I look down to see that the suit is now almost completely see through. All the guys are staring at me too. "You should go change." "No. It'll dry. I'll just sit here." I say sitting near the set. I watch the guys stare at me as they walk by, and Prof just smiles knowing that I'm showing off. There must be ten guys ing out, and they all stare at me as they slowly walk past. Some even walk past just to walk past. I lay back after a while like I were at a real beack, and I let my legs fall open. Then they seem to walk past even more. "Can I get a drink of water?" I ask Prof. He brings his full mug to me, and says, "You know if you keep teasing these guys you're going to be in for a long day." "Me? Tease?" I say as I take a sip. He stands up looking down at me smirking. Then I lift the mug again purposely spilling it all over me re wetting my entire suit. "Damn it." I whine. "I spilled again." I wipe it away as I hand him nis mug back smiling. Then I lay back letting my legs fall open once more. They walk past on a regular basis, and I pretend to sleep but I can see them looking at me. It turns me on. A lot. My suit eventually dries again, but my crotch is so hot that I know I'm soaked down there. I see through my closed lids as the guys call another over to stare at my pussy. It makes me wetter. Prof walks through and announces that he has to run to the printer, and he'll be back in a couple of hours. I see him smirk as he turns to the door. I stay laying there on my back pretending to sleep, but really watching them as the goad another to do something to me. I hope they hurry up. I need to orgasm before I explode. |
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I look down to see that the suit is now almost completely see through. All the guys are staring at me too. "You should go change."
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