by Dark Angel
Sucking hard on his cock. He hits the back of my throat. He’s thrusting in and out of my mouth, hard and it’s hot.
Oh my God. I think. It’s so fucking hot the way he’s using my mouth right now. I rub my clit faster and faster. I feel myself getting closer to that sweet, sweet release. Another orgasm. Another jolt of pleasure running through my body. Like a lightening strike of pleasure. I want it so bad. But I also want him to come. I want to taste his come. I want to swallow it.
I can taste me on him and it’s an amazing mixture of flavors in my mouth. The two of us together. I suck on him hard. Like a lollipop with the bubblegum in the middle. I’m sucking to get somewhere. I’m sucking hard to make him come.
“Holy shit,” he says with his hands on my head. He’s thrusting in and out of my mouth. He takes my head and holds it back.
“Fuck me,” he says.
He walks around me and lies down on the couch. I stand and lift my dress. I straddle him and sit down on him, slowly lowering myself. I don’t want to miss and my dress is getting in the way. I feel him press into my hole.
“Oh my God,” I moan.
I lower myself down more and take him all the way inside of me. “Holy shit.” It feels so good. He’s deep inside of me. I sit up and I can feel my pussy adjusting to his giant cock. I can feel it stretching around him.
“You like that?” He asks.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan.
“Call me daddy again.”
“I love your cock, daddy,” I whisper. Still making sure that I’m being quiet. You never know who’s standing outside this dressing room. I know the walls are super thin. Someone could put their ear up and hear everything if we aren't careful enough.
I notice when he talks to me that he sounds just like his character sometimes. We’re so in the moment and so into our roles that we keep slipping between the two. It’s a strange occurrence. One I don’t think either of us can control. But it’s still hot as hell.
“Oh fuck,” I say as I grind my pussy on him. I’m rocking my hips back and forth. I’m going faster and faster and I FEEL HIM all the way inside of me.
“Shit.” He moans. “You feel so fucking good. If I knew this pussy was going to be this good then I would have started fucking you the other day.”
I smile and bite my lip. My hands go to my hair. It’s something I do when I feel sexy and while I’m riding his cock just like this, I feel sexy as hell. It feels so fucking good. I can’t get enough of him.
He grabs me around the back and pulls me down. Our chests are touching and my mouth finds his mouth. I feel him move himself so his cock comes out of my pussy and then he shoves it into my ass.
I moan against his mouth. He moans against mine. The sensation of what he’s doing is an amazing mixture of pleasure. It’s rough and oh so hot. The temperature of my dressing room has risen at least five degrees. We’re both sweating and moaning. Breathing ragged. It’s hot.
“You like when I fuck your tight little asshole?” he asks.
“Yes, daddy. I do. I love when you fuck my tight little asshole,” I say.
I DON’T WANT HIM TO STOP. I WANT TO FUCKING COME AGAIN AND I WANT TO FEEL HIM BLOW HIS LOAD INTO MY ASSHOLE. I want it so fucking bad. Oh my God fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass.
He thrusts and then pulls out and goes into my pussy. He fucks it hard and fast for a second and it feels so fucking good.
“Don’t stop. Oh my God. Don’t stop,” I say.
He shoves himself back into my asshole and fucks it hard. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm. I’m almost there. Almost ready to fall over and float on air once again. My muscles tighten and my thighs start to quiver. Then I’m met with my sweet release. My body relaxes into him and I moan softly in his ear.
“That’s right, come for me baby,” he says. When I’m finished coming I get off of him and take him.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I don’t respond. I don’t want to talk. I just want him to focus on the pleasure I’m about to bring him. I grab his cock and slide my hand up and down it for a minute. Then I take it and put it up to my lips. I wrap my lips around the head and slowly move down. I start to move my head up and down his cock. I’m met with him thrusting in and out of my mouth. His hand is on the back of my head and we’re working together to make him come. I suck hard with my mouth while I’m deep throating him.
I move my hands around his shaft. Back and forth while I suck on him.
“Don’t stop. I’m gonna come,” he says.
I move my head up and down faster and suck a little harder. I know he’s getting closer and closer. I feel his legs tense up more and more with each thrust until he finally pauses and I feel his cum shoot into my mouth. It’s warm and a little sweet tasting.
“Don’t swallow,” he says.
I look at him, my mouth full of his delicious cum.
“Come here,” he says.
I move closer to him and he puts his mouth on mine. We start making out. His warm cum leaving my mouth and going into his. Then back into mine and back into his. It’s hot and I’ve never done anything like this before. He’s really enjoying himself and I have to admit that I am as well.
We both swallow our mouthfuls of cum.
“Mmm,” he says. “I taste good. Don’t I?”
I nod my head. “Yeah you do. Especially after you’ve fucked both of my holes,” I say.
I stand up and my dress falls around me properly.
“Was that good enough for you?” he asks.
I nod my head.
There’s a knock on the door and we both look at each other with wide eyes.
“Sasha. You need to be out on set in five minutes,” the voice says.
“Okay,” I say back.
I’m looking at Kane like holy shit that was close. He has the same look in his eyes.
I wait to make sure the person is gone before I ask him “Do you know where my thong is?”
He shakes his head and stands up. He zips up his pants and fixes his shirt.
“Thanks,” he says.
“No, thank you,” I say.
He opens the door to my dressing room, looks around, looks back at me and gives me a thumbs up, and then he disappears out the door, closing it behind him. I begin the search for my thong. I don’t’ have any more with me right now and I’d hate to have to shoot the rest of the day without any on. I decide I’m just going to have to do that after I’ve looked everywhere in my room.
Just as I’m about to say fuck it, I spot it in the corner behind my table. I walk over, grab them and put them on. My holes are sore from the way he was just fucking me, but I love it. It was so fucking hot and I came four times. That’s a record for me.
I’ve also never done cum swapping before. It was actually really fucking hot and I can’t wait to get that guy alone again. Because when I do I’m going to show him just how kinky I can get in bed. I couldn’t do anything too wild today because I couldn’t make much noise.
I look at my couch and my pussy throbs with the memory of what we were just doing on it. I smile to myself and bite my lip.
TV Roundup!
Chase: Hello and thank you for joining us for another exciting segment of TV Roundup! I'm your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I'm your co-host, Nadia Moore.
Chase: Today we discuss one of our guiltiest pleasures. The super sexy hit TV show, Manhattan Reign.
Nadia: That's right, ladies! You know you love the show. Handsome billionaire silver fox, played by Kane Parker hits us in just the right spots. Makes us all tingly right where it counts and gets us so wet.
Chase: That's right. And also filled with scantily-clad nubile young women. Just the recipe to get your dick hard if you're a dude.
Nadia: Add them together and the producers of Manhattan Reign have given Viagra a run for it's money!
Chase: That's right! Nadia and I must have sex at least three or four times af
ter watching each show of Manhattan Reign.
Nadia: He's not lying. And the orgasms are always so powerful when Chase lets me call him Daddy. I call the time period after the show is over the "Reign of Lust".
Chase: It looks like we're not the only ones enjoying the carnal aspects of the show, though, Nadia.
Nadia: Oh? Whatever do you mean?
Chase: Well, sources from inside the studio are telling me that things are heating up between our leading man, and the newest star of the hit show, Sasha Carlton.
Nadia: I mean, Kane is known for seducing the ladies left and right, isn't he? What I wouldn't give to be trapped in an elevator with him. Getting all hot and bothered as we have to take off our clothes.
Chase: You know, normally I would be a bit upset at you for fantasizing about Kane Parker, but even I gotta admit that he's pretty hot. I don't know what I would do if I were in an elevator with him.
Nadia: Well, if you were in there with me and him, would you mind if I shared?
Chase: Actually, that would be pretty fucking hot. I don't know if it would be unsafe in the elevator with the rocking around as we fucked you from both holes.
Nadia: Nah, I'd manage. But then again, the elevators are made in China. It might not be that safe.
Chase: Babe, you can't talk about faulty Chinese elevators on television! We might get sued.
Nadia: Oops!
Chase: But that's how sexy it would be to be trapped with a cast member from that show. What if we were trapped in an elevator with Sasha Carlton? Would you want to share me? Because I would be all over that shit.
Nadia: Oh absolutely! I would totally hold her hair back as she goes down on you and then we would lick your cock together!
Chase: Were we supposed to be talking about TV? Because I'm getting pretty hard right now. I think I might need to take care of this.
Nadia: We were talking about how people are reporting things are getting super duper sexy on set. They don't know when it's going to blow up, but it's certainly getting hot on the cast of Manhattan Reign.
Chase: It is absolutely. Just talking about them makes me want to fuck.
Nadia: Why wait. Let's go!
Chase: You heard the lady, folks. We're off to go enjoy ourselves. And we'll do it over and over again once we see the newest episode of...
VOICEOVER: Manhattan Reign!
Sasha
“You look smart, and you sound smart,” Alberta tells me, looking at me with one arched eyebrow, “but you definitely aren't that smart. You’re just pretending to be someone you’re not.” She has her hands on her hips, and she’s tapping her foot against the floor. Even though the glare of the lights is somewhat hampering my focus, I trust all the hard work and preparation I did and fire my lines right back at her.
“Well, what can I say? You got me,” I laugh, throwing my hands up in the air as if she’s pointing a gun at me. “Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?” I continue, dropping my mocking tone and defiantly staring her down. Taking one step toward her, I try to calm myself as I feel my heart hammering against my chest. “You don’t know a damn thing about me…”
“I know enough. I’ve dealt with people like you all my life,” she replies, lowering her voice and spitting out the words slowly. Even though we’re just acting, I can’t help but feel that this feels real. Too real. And after what happened during our table read, I’m slowly starting to realize that Laurel’s right; Alberta feels threatened by my presence. But what the hell is she afraid about? She’s been part of the main cast ever since the show started, and I doubt any producer would kill her off and risk pissing off the whole fan base.
“I don’t know what you want of me,” I continue, my heart beating so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. Shaking my head, I then look away from her and start walking toward the window, pretending that I’m looking out into the distance, the New York City skyline rising in the distance. In truth, I’m just staring at the green screen on the other side of the window; the pretty scenery will come later, courtesy of the CGI department.
“I want you gone,” Alberta says, balling her hands into fists. Her words are dripping venom, and for a moment I forget that I’m shooting a scene. I just want to run toward her, grab her by the arms and shake her until she tells me why the hell am I already on her wrong side. This is my first day on set, for God’s sake!
“Gone? I’ve just gotten here,” I reply as I turn to her. Trying to put on a strong expression, I then walk toward her and lower my voice. “And I’m not leaving. This party’s just getting started,” I continue, leaning in and whispering my final line into her ear. Then, with a slight smirk, I walk toward the door and walk out of the set.
“CUT!” The assistant director cries out, and I look at him with an anxious expression. There’s a grin on his face, and so I feel relief washing over me. I want to do well, and I definitely get very antsy when someone criticizes my performance. Luckily, that hasn’t happened at all ever since I started shooting my scenes. Aside from Alberta, everyone seems pleased with the performances I’ve been putting on.
“That went well, right?” I ask Alberta, turning to her and putting on a smile. Even though I really don’t feel like talking to her, I guess I have to try. After all, I can’t afford to turn one of the most important actresses on the show into my enemy. Just play nice, Sasha, I encourage myself.
She doesn’t even bother to reply; she just walks past me in a hurry, hitting me with her shoulder as she does it. I stand there for a moment, following her with my gaze, but then I just breathe out. If she doesn’t like me, that’s her problem; I’m doing the best I can.
“Alberta,” I call after her. She freezes up and looks back at me over her shoulder, an expression of annoyance on her face. Closing the distance between us, I try to push my fears to the back of my mind. “I don’t know why you don’t like me,” I start, feeling more nervous than I’ve ever felt before,” but I’m not here to fight you. I’m just here to do my job. So, please; just focus on your job, and I’ll focus on mine.”
Without giving her enough time to reply, I just shrug and walk out of the set, heading down the corridor that leads to my dressing room. I stop the moment I’m in front of the door, staring at the sheet of paper with my name on it, and I smile to myself. Then, as I reach for the handle, a thought crashes into my mind and I hesitate.
Pursing my lips, I then turn around on my heels and walk a few doors down, my heart almost ready to explode as I stare at the door that leads into Kane’s dressing room. After what happened between the two of us, it’s been hell to focus. It might be stupid (and definitely very premature) of me to say it, but there’s something in this whole situation that goes beyond the physical. And, somehow, I know that’s part of the reason Alberta doesn’t like me. But so what? Manhattan Reign might be my big break, and I can’t ruin it just because of a stupid crush.
And so here I am, standing in front of Kane’s dressing room; after all, sooner or later I’ll have to face him. And, the way I see it, it’s better I do it right now. After all, I don’t want things to be awkward between the two of us; I’ve heard enough horror stories about actresses that ruined their careers by sleeping around, and I sure as hell don’t want to be one of them.
Looking from side to side, making sure that there’s no one around, I then rap my knuckles against the door and take a deep breath.
“Yeah? Come in,” I hear Kane say from inside the room and, with my heart feeling like a hand-grenade, I open up the door and step inside his dressing room. It’s much larger than my own, and definitely more luxurious, but that’s to be expected...After all, Kane’s playing the main character in the show.
“Sasha?” He says, arching one eyebrow as he looks at me. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t expecting to see me. There’s a glass of wine in his hand (and an open bottle on the desk in front of him), and I realize that he’s done for the day. “Do you want to go over tomorrow’s script?”
“I
...Uh…” I stammer, not knowing what to say. The scene we’re shooting tomorrow is a sex scene, and so I’m not exactly sure of what he means by going over tomorrow’s script. I think we had enough practice as it is. “No, I just wanted to say something…”
“What?” He asks me, and the tension in his voice immediately lets me know that he’s already expecting the next words that’ll come out of my mouth.
“What happened between us...It can’t happen again,” I tell him, resisting against the urge to punch myself in the face. Am I really telling the most handsome man I’ve ever met that I don’t want to have sex with him? Being rejected hurts, but rejecting someone isn’t supposed to feel this bad.
“Fuck, I…” He starts, lowering his gaze. “I know. It won’t happen again.”
When he raises his gaze, our eyes lock and we say the same words.
“No more sex.”
Kane
I bang on Alberta’s dressing room. The woman is such a bitch. Ever since I shot down her advances after Ryan first implemented his no sex policy—and I was still trying to stick to it—she’s done nothing but try to make my life difficult. But seeing the way she treated Sasha earlier was too much. Even if we did just agree that we can’t have sex anymore, that we have to keep things professional, I still want to look out for her. I really do like her, and not just because she has a banging body. I want her to be successful. And bitch-face Alberta seems to be trying to throw a wrench in that.
Alberta pulls the door open, and after her initial look of shock at seeing me, she schools her expression into one of seduction. Or at least I think that’s what she’s doing because it sure isn’t working on me.
I wrinkle my brow at her in confusion when she reaches up and runs her fingers down my chest. “Why, Kane, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
If she thinks this is about pleasure, she’s sorely mistaken. I take her hand from my chest and push it aside, then push past her into her dressing room. “I’m here to talk to you about Sasha.”
“Ugh,” Alberta sighs dramatically, shutting the door and crossing her arms across her chest, looking uncannily like her petulant spoiled brat of a character. “What about her?”