by Lexi Archer
Whatever the reason, I found myself getting turned on as I sat and looked at this guy. Getting turned on above and beyond the turn on that I was already feeling because, let's face it, he definitely had a hot older guy thing going for him.
And so that more than anything else probably had to do with why I decided not to put a stop to things right here and now, even though that's probably what I should have done. What I probably should've done was get the hell out of here, but I didn't.
Was it stupid? Yeah, probably. Definitely not one of the better decisions I'd made in my life. But there it was. I was here. I was staying.
And so I shrugged and did my best to smile at him. I didn't want to sink the interview before it even started by making him think I was uncomfortable with what he was talking about. And when he saw the smile on my face he grinned.
"That sounds reasonable enough," I said.
"Glad to hear it! So you're okay with getting undressed for the audition?"
Okay. So here we were at another crossroads. Here we were at what felt like another major decision.
Oddly enough it was Nathan that I thought of in the moment. I thought of him sitting out there in his car, probably playing with something on his phone, completely oblivious to what was going on in here. Completely oblivious to the fact that his fiancée was sitting in here with some Hollywood agent type trying to get her to take her clothes off. Completely oblivious to his fantasy coming so close to reality only a few feet away.
And so in that moment, oddly enough, the only thing that was really running through my head was how unfortunate it was that Nathan didn't come in with me. No, this sort of thing would probably be right up his alley.
Of course I wasn't sure if this Mike guy would let anything like that happen. No, something told me having an attachment for the "interview" would screw up the audition tape he was creating.
But if anything it was thinking of Nathan, as well as thinking of how turned on I got thinking about Jeremy getting hot, thinking about how turned on I got thinking about other guys looking at me on some show, that decided me. Sure I didn't exactly have my fiancé's permission, but at the same time it seemed like the sort of thing that he would probably be okay with. At least I hoped it was the sort of thing he would probably be okay with, because in my current state I was definitely going to go through with it!
Again, was it crazy? Yeah. Was it stupid? Maybe. Was it one of the better decisions that I'd ever made in my life? Probably not, but the decision was made.
"I suppose that would be okay," I said.
If anything his grin got even wider and he reached down and flipped on a couple of other cameras. He picked one up and held it on me.
"You can go ahead and do the honors," he said.
I probably should have been more embarrassed than I was, but there was a fire burning deep inside me. Deep in my stomach. Down between my legs. And that fire was calling the shots. So I focused on that. I focused on that feeling. I focused on how incredible it was. I focused on anything but how embarrassed I should be about taking my clothes off in front of another man. How guilty I should be feeling taking my clothes off in front of a man other than my fiancé, no matter what my fiancé fantasized about. I hadn't exactly had a chance to clear all of this with him, after all.
All that ran through my head, but in the end I moved my hands down to my shirt. Started pulling up on my shirt. I still couldn't believe this was happening as my stomach came into view. His eyes were on me. It was as though he had a laser focused on my body, and if anything that just sent another impossible wave of heat running through my body. It made me blush at the same time. I looked at his eyes on me, at the camera on me, and another wave of disbelief washed over me. Yet despite that disbelief, despite feeling like this was so wrong and maybe just a little bit of a betrayal too, I continued pulling up until finally my bra was in sight and then the world was lost to me for a moment as the shirt went over my head and covered my eyes.
When I came back out he was licking his lips as I tossed the shirt to the floor. Yeah, he definitely seemed to be enjoying the show. Hopefully that meant I had a good chance of actually getting cast for whatever the hell it was he was casting. I was still lying and telling myself that's what this was about despite the alarm bells going off in the back of my head. Alarm bells that were being quieted by the five alarm fire raging between my legs.
My hands moved down to my shorts. They were already so impossibly short that they left almost nothing to the imagination, but there was still so much more that he could see. I unzipped them, and with a little shimmy I was able to get out of them and toss them to the ground.
"Amazing Vanessa," he said. "Absolutely fucking amazing!"
I giggled. That sense of power was coming back to me. The feeling I got when a man was staring at me and completely enthralled by the experience. It was adding to the arousal factor too, let me tell you.
"So you like?"
"Oh I like! Although I'm not sure what your fiancé would think of you getting naked here."
I blushed and looked down, and there must've been something about that look that piqued his curiosity because I felt him moving closer. When I looked up he was standing right there with the camera. A camera that was positioned in such a way that it was getting a good view down my entire body rather than my face.
"Did you say something just now?" he asked.
I blushed again. "No, it's nothing."
"Really? Why are you blushing like that when I mention your fiancé? Are you embarrassed? Because if he's going to have a problem with you doing this kind of acting we need to know. That can be a problem."
I rolled my eyes and laughed again. It was a nervous laugh, I couldn't help it. "Oh I'm sure he'll have no problem with this. Trust me!"
I reached behind my back and undid the snap on my bra. His breath caught as I pulled the straps down, as I let it fall to the floor, but I still had my arm over my tits. Over my breasts which were straining out. My nipples were so rock hard pressing against my arm. Why was I getting this turned on? Was it the naughty scenario? Was it how bad I was being? Was it how handsome this guy looked? Was it all of the above?"
He licked his lips again as he looked down at me. "I'm going to need you to pull your arm away for the screen test."
I did, slowly at first, but gaining more confidence as I saw him staring at me. As I fed on the sexual energy he was feeding me with his looks. And besides, I shouldn't be nervous about being in front of a camera, right? It's not like that video was ever going to see the light of day except for maybe people who were looking me over for a casting call or something like that. And so finally I stood proud, my nipples straining out.
"Damn," he said. "You have to be the hottest girl we've had on this round of auditions! On the last few rounds of auditions, actually!"
"Thank you." I whispered.
"So tell me more about your fiancé Vanessa," he said. "Why wouldn't he have a problem with you getting naked on camera? That's something a lot of boyfriends seem to have a problem with."
Damn. This guy really got to the point. He really didn't let up if he had a question.
I thought about everything that happened yesterday. I thought about how turned on Nathan got talking about me with Jeremy. Sure this wasn’t Jeremy. This was a complete stranger, but at the same time it was the same scenario, wasn't it?
Here I was standing in front of a man with my top off. He had a camera pointed at me. Of course this time around there was absolutely no doubt that he was getting a good shot of my tits unlike with Jeremy yesterday when that was more of a gray area. There was no way he couldn't be getting an excellent shot with me standing jutting my chest out out proudly. With Jeremy there was the off chance that if he was fast enough with his camera he might've gotten the shot he was probably really looking for when he asked me to disrobe in the first place, but there was also a chance that my attempt at modesty had been successful.
Yeah, this was exactly the kind o
f scenario that would turn Nathan on. That would get his cock rock hard. That would turn me on to the point that I was seriously considering sinking down in front of this stranger and sucking his cock in exactly the way I’d described sinking down on my knees and sucking Jeremy’s cock in the dirty talk with Nathan yesterday. God how I wanted to sink down on my knees and suck this guy’s cock! It was a damn pity he wasn't my fiancé, let me tell you, because otherwise he'd be getting his world rocked right now.
"Vanessa?" Mike asked, prodding gently.
"Well I think my fiancé is kind of into other guys looking at me. I think he'd like it if I was on video and the guys were getting turned on."
I wanted to put a hand over my mouth and shut myself the fuck up. I couldn’t believe I was rattling all of this off to this strange guy I didn’t know. To this strange guy who was staring at me with the kind of lust that looked like a bonfire next to the candle flame that was Jeremy when I was doing a photo session with him.
And yet here I was blabbing about Nathan’s fantasy. Blabbing about my fantasy. Putting ideas into Mike’s head if the way his expression changed as I admitted the fantasy was any indication.
What had I gotten myself into?
7: Naughty Audition
Mike raised his eyebrow and then he shook his head. He chuckled.
"I can't believe it," he said. "Talk about luck!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Only he didn't answer. Not in so many words. He took a step forward again. He was inches away from me. And the entire time that camera was on me. It was providing a perfect point of view shot of everything this Michael guy was seeing.
I took in a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering gasp. I needed to keep control of myself. No matter what we talked about here, no matter how turned on I got by other guys getting turned on by me, no matter how turned on my fiancé got watching other guys watching me, I needed to remember that I was an engaged woman. I was about to be happily married. The last thing that I needed to do was give into some of the urges that were running through my head.
"So he enjoys watching you?" Mike asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Is that all he enjoys Vanessa?"
His hand reached out and touched my chin. It ran along my face and I felt fire running through my body at that contact. His hands felt so strong. His hands felt so incredible. It was like he was setting off a raging bonfire that ran through my entire body. That shot out to every nerve ending. That had my hair standing on end, my nipples rock hard, as a fresh wave of wetness hit my pussy.
"Because I have some experience with that sort of thing Vanessa," he said, his voice quiet. His hand moved down to my neck. Down to my shoulder. I held my breath, but I didn't say anything to stop him. Something told me I could say something and he would stop in an instant. He would pull away. Hell, it's not like he had much of a choice considering he had video evidence of what he was doing right in front of him. Only I didn't say anything. Something made me stop. Something kept me from telling him to take his hands off of me.
That something was how damned good his hands felt. It was how turned on I already was. It was everything I'd talked about with Nathan the day before. It was how incredibly aroused I already was.
"Usually the guys who enjoy watching their girl being watched, well… they also like the idea of other guys doing even more with their girl," he said.
And then his hand was on one of my tits. Cupping it, kneading it, maybe being a little rough as he played with my nipples and then squeezed my tits, but I didn't stop him. No, my mouth fell open and I let out a moan. I couldn't believe it. Another man was standing there in front of me with a camera in his hands manhandling me, and I was moaning rather than slapping him and telling him I was a married woman! Well, I was about to be a married woman. Either way I had a ring on my finger, and that's the important part. I was spoken for, and I definitely shouldn't be letting another man feel me up like this if I was engaged to be married!
Hell, even if I wasn’t engaged this wasn’t exactly something I should be doing with another man, but somehow the transgression felt even worse because I was engaged. Of course on the flip side that also made the transgression that much hotter because I was engaged!
"You're not stopping me Vanessa," he said. "Does that mean you like this? Does your man’s fantasy maybe turn you on just a little bit too?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Do you think your fiancé would like this? Seeing another man feeling you up on camera?"
"I think he would," I whispered again. I wasn’t lying, either. He probably would think this was hot. Of course that also caused a small bit of doubt to worm its way through the haze of arousal that was clouding my judgment as he felt me up. Nathan would probably like this if he was here to witness what was happening, but he wasn’t here to witness anything. He was out in the car probably playing around on his phone with no idea that I was in here maybe thirty or forty feet away from where he was sitting getting felt up by some stranger.
Yeah, Nathan would like the idea of me getting felt up by a stranger, but would he feel the same way if he wasn’t here to witness it? Would he feel the same way if I told him about it after the action had already happened? That was a good question, one I didn’t have a good answer to, and that thought terrified me even as arousal and the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing pushed that worry out of my head.
"In that case I think I have something else I want you to do for the screen test," he said.
I looked at him beyond the camera. Through it all he was still feeling me up. God I was so fucking wet! I was so fucking turned on! That more than anything had a lot to do with why I just moved right on ahead despite the doubts worming their way through my mind and twisting my gut.
"What's that?"
And then his hand was off of my tits. I felt relief that he wasn't feeling me up anymore, but at the same time I felt a sense of loss. I'd been getting so turned on. So hot. I wanted his hands on me. It was surprising, but at the same time I couldn't deny what I wanted.
His hand moved down my arm. Down into my hand. And then he was moving it forward, keeping the camera on me the whole time, and pressing my hand against a hard bulge in the front of his pants. My eyes went wide and he was sure to catch that on camera. He moved my hand up and then he was pressing my fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
"I'm going to stop you right there," he said. "From here it's all up to you what you want to do. But I think we could get one hell of a casting shot, if you know what I mean."
I felt lightheaded. I was definitely losing control of the situation. I was definitely losing control of everything, but I couldn't stop myself. And so I stood there poised, my fingers just inside his waistband. I could feel the ticklish hairs of his pubic hair brushing against my fingers. Another man's pubic hair pressing up against my fingers.
Up until now I'd only felt that on Nathan. I'd only had my hands poised on the edge of grabbing his cock. And here I was with another man. Another man who was worshiping my body. Another man who seemed to know all about Nathan's fantasy even though I'd barely mentioned it. Another man who seemed so desperate have my hand on his cock, and that desperation was a turn on. One hell of a turn on!
Let's just say it was feeding my newly discovered exhibitionist streak in one hell of a way to feel a man who wanted me that much.
And so I took a deep breath and slid my hands inside. Wrapped my fingers around the head of his cock which was already slick with precum. I was astonished to realize just how big that thing was even as I was astonished that I was actually wrapping my hands around another man's cock. I couldn't believe it!
"Yeah Vanessa," he breathed. "That's it. Grab it just like that!"
I continued exploring the contours of his cock. It felt more or less the same as Nathan's cock, but at the same time it was different precisely because it was another man. Precisely because it was a little bigger than what I'd experienced with Nathan. A
nd so because of that difference I felt myself getting so turned on. I was actually touching another man's dick! Holy shit!
"Take it out Vanessa," he said.
I was in a daze. The camera was on me, a red light blinking as he took video of everything. As I snaked my other hand down and worked on his jeans. Undid his belt, then the button holding his pants in place, then unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. I gasped as his cock sprang free, and he caught that reaction on his camera as well. It seemed like this guy was pretty damn skilled at capturing every moment of a scene like this. I suppose that should've struck me as odd, but I was so preoccupied by how incredible his cock looked that I wasn't thinking about anything other than how incredible his cock looked. I wasn’t thinking about anything but how crazy it was that I was actually doing this.
"So what would your boyfriend think of you in here with your hand on another man's cock Vanessa?"
"He's my fiancé," I said.
"Right, your fiancée," he said with a chuckle. "Do you mind turning your hand around? I want to get a shot of your hand with that engagement ring around my cock."
I was so far gone that I did it without thinking. I turned my ring finger around and it flashed in the fluorescent light.
"Great Vanessa. That's perfect. So how long have you been with your guy?"
"A few years," I said.
And through it all I continued working his cock. I continued staring in fascination at this monstrosity in my hands. It was bigger than anything I'd ever felt before, apologies to my fiancé, and it was like some new plaything as I worked my hands around it. As I moved my thumb around his cockhead smearing his precum around. As I thought about Nathan sitting out in the car with no idea that I was feeling up another man's dick!
"Bet you're looking forward to the wedding night, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah," I said. "It's gonna be so hot the first…"
I stopped. I immediately shut up. I don't know why I didn't want him to know that my wedding night was going to be my first time, but suddenly there was a voice in the back of my head that was telling me I needed to shut the fuck up. It's weird that the voice would only come now when I'd already had this guy's cock in my hands, but there it was.