by Jane Futa
“Good girl,” said Scarlet as she pet the side of my face like I was her pet. “Take that cock, you little slut.” I sucked as much in as I could without gagging. Then she pulled it out slowly. “Oh yeah,” she said. “You’re such a good little girl. Now lay on your stomach.”
I lowered myself to the floor and waited for her to have her way with me. I felt a slap on my ass just before she pulled my bikini bottoms to the side. She spread my ass cheeks and then spit. I could feel the cool saliva dripping down my crack and it felt amazing.
I’m about to get my wish, I thought. I’m about to get fucked like a woman. I couldn’t believe my boss was in this bedroom five minutes before and there I was about to get my virgin ass fucked by his eighteen year old daughter. My cock hardened at the thought and I slid my hand down my torso until it was gripping the tiny shaft.
I felt the head of the dildo being dragged along my crack, spreading the spit all over. Scarlet spanked my ass again and I moaned. “Good girl,” she said. Then she brought the dildo back around to my mouth and I eagerly sucked it in one more time. “Ready for your cherry to be popped?”
I nodded and she grabbed my ass in her hand. She squeezed tightly and then spanked it again. Then she pressed the head of the cock to my asshole and pushed in lightly. “Now just relax. I promise to be gentle,” she said, giggling.
I started to stroke my small cock while she pressed the big, fake one into me. I felt my asshole stretch to accommodate its wide girth. “Fuck!” I cried as the pain started to set in.
“Relax. Relax,” she reminded. I stroked my cock more in order to relax. Soon, the dildo head had reached a small barrier in my ass. When it pushed past, suddenly a wave of pleasure rolled through me.
“Ohhh!” I moaned as she pushed it in further. I can’t believe I’m wearing a bikini and makeup and getting fucked on the floor. Every sensation in my body was electrified and I wondered if this was what every woman felt like when they were being fucked.
She pushed in further until it was all the way in. Then she started to pull it out slowly. “How does it feel?” she asked.
“Amazing,” I said truthfully.
She pet my head again and then pushed the cock in faster. She pulled out faster too. With each new thrust and retreat, she picked up speed. Soon the cock was gently massaging my prostate, stimulating my tiny cock more than I thought it could.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned.
“Good girl,” she said. “Cum for me, you little slut.”
She started fucking my ass faster and harder. I stroked my little cock to the same rhythm and my head started to spin. This is incredible! I thought as my vision blurred. I could only focus on the sensation, and the room around me began to fall away.
My body tensed and I groaned until thick, hot liquid shot from my tiny cock into the bikini bottoms. I felt my cum spill around me and wondered if that’s what it felt like to have wet panties from a wet pussy.
Scarlet pulled the dildo from my ass and brought it to my mouth again. “Now suck it clean,” she said. I eagerly took it into my mouth and cleaned it with my tongue. “Good girl,” she repeated, resting her hand on my cheek.
She wrapped the dildo up in an old scarf and placed it back in her drawer. “I’ll give it a proper cleaning later. You are such a naughty little girl.”
I smiled and blushed. “Thank you,” I said, wanting her to know how much she’d changed my life.
She wrapped her arms around me. “Does this mean we can do it again sometime?”
“As long as I don’t get fired,” I said laughing.
“Don’t worry. As long as I get to make you my little slut, I’ll keep Daddy away.”
“I love being your little slut,” I told her. She kissed my cheek lovingly and I held her in my arms.
She stood up quickly and said, “You can keep the outfits. I was going to give them away to charity soon anyway.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, confused as to why she wouldn’t keep such glorious clothes.
“Oh yeah. I have way better stuff now anyway.”
“That’s good, I guess. Since I came in your bikini bottoms.”
She giggled and my heart felt light with joy. “Ok,” she said. “Let’s get that makeup off you and get you out of here before my parents come back.”
Scarlet rushed to get me ready and make sure I was presentable to her parents. Then I followed the plan and left until her parents returned. I waited in my car around the corner and wondered how awkward dinner would feel after getting fucked by my boss’s daughter.
The secret Scarlet and I shared was invigorating, though. I knew what ever price I may have to pay would be worth it.
I’m a new woman, I thought as I smiled to myself.
Dressed by My Director
Ever since I was a child, I knew one day I would be a famous actor. I wanted to see my name in big neon lights: Kevin Peters. I knew I would do anything to become a household name and that I was meant for greatness. Little did I know what strange turns my path would take.
When I was 18 I moved to Los Angeles to pursue my dreams. I left everything behind. The first few years were rough. I worked several odd jobs while trying to hit as many auditions as I could. I landed a small role here and there which paid little, but I knew it was only a matter of time. And I was right. It all changed when I met Cecilia Hargrove, one of the best producers in the business. But she had some interesting plans for me before helping me land the lead role.
I remember the audition like it was yesterday. I had just left my serving job at one of Los Angeles’s top restaurants. I cursed traffic as I desperately rushed to the audition that would change my life forever. It was summer, late afternoon, and the sun hung low near the horizon. It would refuse to set for a few more hours.
I loved everything about Los Angeles. The people were free-spirited and everyone I met was ambitious. The weather was perfect. The nightlife was wild and exciting. But what I loved most of all were the opportunities. If I was going to make it anywhere, it would be in LA.
That’s exactly what I was on my way to do that afternoon, and Cecilia was about to pave the way for me.
When I finally arrived at the building, my nerves were in knots. I remembered the mantra I’d been repeating my whole life. I am destined for greatness. I straightened my broad shoulders and brushed back my golden brown hair with my fingers. My arms swung with confidence as I walked in. My heart sank when I saw how full the room was, but I wasn’t turning back now. I checked in and the receptionist handed me the script I’d be reading from. I found an empty seat in the corner of the room and reviewed my lines.
I didn’t know much about the film, but I knew that if Cecilia was involved it was going to be a box office hit. She had a nose for talent and she never missed. Unless her skills were fading with age, I knew this could be my big break. The only issue was whether or not she would be overseeing the casting directors today or not. I tapped my foot against the floor in anticipation.
Fortunately I had learned a long time ago to harness my nerves to give a more riveting performance. It was always much easier to give fake tears when my body was already shaking with emotion. I just considered myself lucky to be able to schedule this audition around work. The last thing I needed was to lose another job to auditions that I never got the roles for.
The life of an aspiring actor was tough, but I knew if I could just get lucky it’d all be worth it. I was a firm believer in the American Dream and I took pride in my personal ambition.
As I read through the lines on my audition script, I realized it was a dramatic but sexy scene. The character had just made a mistake with his girlfriend and was trying to make amends. The scene ends in a reunion kiss and eventually a sex scene, so I knew my drama needed to be sexual. I tried to think of the many sexy women I’d imagined myself with before in order to work myself in a somewhat sexy mood.
Then I thought of Cecilia. Now I had only seen photos of her, but she always looked like
a goddess. This will be good if she’s in the room, I thought, knowing I would direct my gaze in her direction to really drive my acting home. The more I prepared mentally, the better I felt. I watched man after man walk out of the audition room shaking their head, no doubt chastising their bad performance.
You got this in the bag, I told myself whether or not it was true. I knew how to build myself up for an audition and I knew how to shake off the rejection when it came. This time, though, I was determined to succeed. If I could only be in a Cecilia Hargrove film, I’d have it on easy street.
Well, if I could be the lead anyway. If only I’d known what kind of talent Cecilia was looking for behind closed doors. I would’ve been hesitant to say the least. Of course, knowing what I know now I wouldn’t change it for the world. Cecilia has taught me a lot more about life than just acting, and I’m forever grateful to her.
Finally my name was called and my body tensed in my seat. I stood up and walked down the rows of crowded seats full of nervous yet hopeful actors. An assistant was at the audition room door wearing a microphone headset and holding a clipboard. When I was inches from her, she ushered me into the dark room.
I struggled to see at first but the assistant directed me down the hall until it opened up into a small theatrical room. There was a large black wall opposite the casting table. In the center of the room was a huge spotlight and I was instructed to stand on the large X marked on in tape on the floor. My eyes searched the edge of the room for Ms. Hargrove but I could barely see the casting directors.
My plan of flashing Cecilia a smoldering look wasn’t going to pan out after all. I placed my feet firmly on the X and pulled the script up to my face.
To be as convincing as possible, I tried to pretend that I already had the role and this was just the first of many read-throughs. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.
Seconds before I started to speak, I heard a soft exhale coming from somewhere in the shadows. Was I boring them already? I wondered. Or perhaps someone was just readjusting themselves. Try not to read too much into that, I reminded myself and then I pressed on.
“Samantha,” I said as I spoke my first line. “You can’t be serious. Are you really willing to throw away everything we have on this one little indiscretion?”
“Little?” asked a soft voice from the shadows, reading me back Samantha’s lines. “You slept with my best friend. I feel like my life has been replaced with a black void.”
I reached out my hand in protest. “Samantha, I’m sorry. I know how I hurt you and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
“How can you expect us to return to what we had?”
“I don’t expect that,” I said to the soft, shadow voice. “I expect us to move forward and to grow. Look, Samantha, I don’t want to make excuses for what I did-“
“Good.”
“-but I love you more than anything. I love us more than anything. And I just can’t see a world where we’re not together.”
Silence.
“Please don’t give up on this,” I begged with my saddest expression. “Think of what we had. Take your time. But please come back to me, Samantha.”
I uttered the last line in my most desperate voice. Then I dropped my head and walked toward the back corner of the room to signify my character leaving.
“Wait,” said the mystery voice. I turned eagerly around, trying to look as hopeful and sexy as possible. I may have even flexed my muscles a bit. “It just…it hurts so much because of how much I love you.”
I stepped eagerly forward. “I know, baby. I know. I’d give anything to take it back.”
“I can’t live without you,” spoke the shadow voice.
“I can’t live without you either,” I said, pouting my lips and angling my face in the light so that my eyes hopefully sparkled.
Next in the scene was the part where the kiss happened and eventually the couple made love. My job in the audition room was finished.
I stood awkwardly, staring into the black shadows. I heard the faint scribbling of notes on paper and waited anxiously for someone to say something. There was a long awkward silence before I finally heard the soft voice again.
“Excellent job,” said the voice. Then I heard the slow clicking of heels. One silky leg stretched into the spotlight, carrying the beautiful Cecilia out of the shadows. She wore bright red shoes and a black pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. The top half of her was covered by a red blouse with short, frilly sleeves. Her short, dark hair fell in a perfect bob to her shoulders and her winged eyeliner was expertly put on.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling and flashing a sexy look in her direction.
“We’ll be in touch.”
I nodded and started to leave the room. I wanted to smile, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what they told everyone who auditioned. The other auditions I’d been to had been brutally honest. If this was Cecilia’s form of brutal honesty then I was more than happy to hear it.
The receptionist thanked me as I left and wished me a good day. Then I heard them call in the next potential heartthrob and felt sorry for the poor sap. I tried to not let my ego get the best of me, but if Cecilia says I did an excellent job, then who am I to argue?
My body was still shaking with nerves as I left the building. The exhaustion between work and the audition was starting to set in. I looked up at the sunset to find a little calm. The day was almost over, and I had just been to the biggest audition of my life so far.
The insecurity started to spill through on the drive home. I chased it away with the lie that I didn’t care if I got the part or not, but I knew I’d be disappointed. Especially after hearing Cecilia compliment me.
The drive back to my apartment was long and gave me plenty of time to think. At the end of everything, I was just happy that Cecilia had been in the room after all. I mean, it could’ve been left up to merely the casting directors who could’ve hated me.
But what if Cecilia hated me and she was just trying to be nice? She’s such a big name that it could ruin any other potential acting gigs. Why would she have said ‘excellent job’ if she hated me, though? I tried to console myself. It was typical of actors to overthink these things. I gave it my best and I couldn’t take the moment back anyway, so it was best to move on with my night and let the chips fall where they may.
I walked upstairs and made a small drink to reward myself for my hard work. I grabbed a croissant from the store-bought tray and took the two sinful pleasures to my sofa. I sprawled out, hanging my long legs over the arm of the couch and flipped on the TV for some added atmosphere.
I took one whiff of my drink and a bite of my croissant when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked up with a confused expression to see a text from an unknown number.
It’s Cecilia Hargrove. You available for a meeting?
I sat up instantly. Cecilia Hargrove was texting me?
Yes. Absolutely. I replied. I looked at my drink longingly but knew this meeting could be important. I shoved the rest of the croissant in my mouth quickly before rushing to my room to fix up my appearance.
I studied my physique in my full length mirror. I was tall and lean despite having broad shoulders. Still, I had a muscular enough build to play a leading man. If anything, gaining 10 or 20 pounds for a role wouldn’t be too hard.
I took off my button up from work and the audition to replace it with a fresh, brightly colored green button up instead. I also changed my slacks to a fresh pair, hoping that I wasn’t overdressing for our meeting. Cecilia had given me the hotel details and time, but no other information.
A hotel seems a weird place for a meeting, I thought, but I shrugged it off. It wasn’t as if we would be going to her room or anything. We would probably just end up at the bar for a few drinks. The thought of getting a drink at some point tonight eased my mind. I could feel the tension building in my shoulders and back and I was really looking forward to a nice release.
Though, finding ou
t I got the part would be as good of a release as any and that’s exactly what I was hoping for.
When I finished dressing, I ran to the bathroom to spray on some cologne and fix my hair. Maybe I could seduce her, I thought to myself, jokingly. When I felt tidied enough, I took one sip of my drink for peace of mind and then rushed to my car.
The hotel was 30 or so minutes in traffic from where I lived, but this was the life of a Los Angeles aspiring actor. I didn’t mind too much since I had such a love of the city overall, but it didn’t help when I’d be on a time crunch.
Fortunately, I actually arrived early. The hotel was called The Promenade and only offered valet parking. I couldn’t really afford valet but I was desperate to fit in. I bit the bullet and entrusted my car to a total stranger. He gave me a weird look when he saw my banged up Honda so I just flashed a cheesy grin while I handed over my keys.
“Take care of her, alright?” I said with a serious and joking tone simultaneously. He scoffed and then proceeded to do his job.
When I entered the hotel it felt like walking into a palace. There was gold and crystal everywhere. I couldn’t believe how many chandeliers hung from the ceiling of one lobby. I asked the doorman for directions to the nearest bathroom and the bar. I went to the bathroom first to straighten myself up one more time.
The weather was warm, but I was kicking myself for not wearing a blazer to look even more professional. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror and ran a hand through my hair to tidy the loose strands. I adjusted my shirt collar and sleeves and then headed for the bar.
The bar was full of lively energy. Young, beautiful, and probably rich couples and singles filled the seats. I looked around eagerly for Cecilia but didn’t see her face yet. Good, I thought. This gives me a chance to really get into my element before she shows.