“Oh god, what are you doing to me?” I cry out.
He fucks his strong fingers into me, causing slick, raunchy sounds to issue from between my legs. I’m spread so wide now, and the whole theater can see his fingers sliding in and out of my wet, raw hole. He begins sucking and licking my clit as well, and I clasp the bedsheets tightly and whimper as my walls tighten around him.
“Look at her face! It looks like she’s really about to come!”
“It’s amazing! I’ve never seen acting like this!”
I moan uncontrollably as the orgasm erupts in my core and shivers outward through my entire body, making me flop and convulse in total ecstasy. I rake my fingers through his hair as he continues going down on me.
“Yes,” I scream, “Oh, God, yes…”
At last, he relents and I go limp on the bed, which is now drenched with my sweat and my juices. The crowd erupts in applause but immediately quiets again as Cliff crawls on top of me, positioning himself between my legs.
Apparently, our scene isn’t quite finished yet.
“Now you’re learning how to be a good girl,” he says in Ed’s voice, making me shiver with anxiety and anticipation. “But a little brat like you needs extra schooling to really drive the point home, isn’t that right?”
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper, running my fingers over the hard muscles of his bare chest.
“I’m going to dominate your tight little pussy until you’re begging for mercy,” he growls as he rubs his cockhead over my still tingling clit. “I’m going to give you what you’ve wanted all along.”
For a brief moment, Cliff’s eyes soften and he breaks character to whisper to me.
“Remember, according to the script, Annabelle is a virgin, so you should play this like it’s your very first time.”
I place my hand on his jaw, touching the rough, sexy stubble there as I look into his eyes.
“That shouldn’t be too hard, Cliff,” I whisper. “It really is my first time.”
The character of Ed shadows his features again, like a dark storm cloud rolling in behind his eyes.
“Are you ready, little one?” he grunts as he strokes his tip between my wet pussy lips. “Are you ready for me to mark your sweet little pussy for the first time?”
“Yes,” I gasp, barely able to keep myself under control. “Ruin me, Ed. Ruin my little pussy please.”
He grips my soft hips and thrusts his hard cock into me. Just the head goes in at first. It’s smooth and supple, so it doesn’t hurt too much, but as he works his shaft in deeper it stretches me out more and more, making me wince.
“Are you, okay, Nina?” he whispers. It’s Cliff speaking now.
I nod enthusiastically.
“I want this,” I exhale. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Good,” he grunts, his voice hardening again.
He pushes all the way to my deepest core. All the way until his smooth heavy balls are flush against my asshole.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” he says, clutching my hair roughly.
“You do, Ed,” I whine, lost in the throes of the scene and overwhelmed by the fullness of his cock inside me. “My pussy is all yours. You own me.”
“That’s right,” he grunts as he begins pumping me.
I buck my hips against his pelvis as he thrusts, letting him fuck his huge cock even deeper into me. I rake my nails over his skin, leaving parallel pink stripes in his flesh.
“Harder Eddy,” I beg, “Fuck me harder.”
He pounds me with his cock while everyone in the theater watches. The sounds we are making are unbelievably raunchy. His skin is clapping against mine with each pummeling thrust, and my pussy is making the most delicious wet sounds around his shaft.
“Wow, they are so deep in their roles,” somebody gasps.
“Truly an amazing performance,” says another person.
Cliff is sweating profusely and his face is reddening as he builds toward his release. Meanwhile, he is rubbing my clit while he fucks me, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm as well.
“Hey, I have an idea,” a guy calls out from the crowd. “What if you put your finger inside her pussy at the same time you’re fucking her with your cock?”
“Interesting,” Cliff grunts between thrusts. “And what…do you think…that would reveal…about the…character?
There is a pause as the guy thinks about it for a moment.
“Well, nothing really,” he answers. “I just thought it would be kinda hot.”
I put my hands on Cliff’s rough scruffy jaw as he pounds me.
“I agree,” I tell him. “I think we should definitely try that.”
“Okay,” he breathes.
Cliff repositions himself so that we are both lying on our sides with him behind me. He glides his dick back into my wet pussy first. Then her reaches around, and going very slowly, he slides the tip of his finger inside too.
I cry out. It’s such a tight fit, I don’t know if it will even work. I would have said that his cock was already filling me to capacity. But the way that Cliff coaches me and encourages me makes me want to really stretch my limits as an actress. I want to push the boundaries and see just how far we can take this.
“I can take it,” I tell him. “Give it all to me.”
“Good girl,” Cliff groans.
He works his finger in deeper and deeper, moving it an inch at a time with each powerful thrust of his amazing dick. Finally, he’s got his finger in me all the way to the knuckle.
The sensation of fullness and pleasure is almost more than I can bear. Then he starts curling his finger again, scratching that special itch on my front wall at the same time that his long cock is pounding my very epicenter.
“Oh fuck,” I scream, “Oh fuck that feels so good!”
“Yeah?” he grunts in my ear. “You like it when I fuck you with my finger and my dick?”
“I love it,” I whine, barely able to control my voice. “I love it when you use me like your dirty little fuck toy.”
Then I feel it. It’s like the ocean pulling back before a big wave comes crashing in. I clutch tightly to Cliff’s thick, beefy arm that's wrapped around me. My nails bite into him hard.
“I want you to come for me, baby girl,” he rumbles. “I want to feel you come around me.”
My body doesn’t waste any time obeying his commands. My orgasm crashes through me as sweet fluid gushes between my thighs. Waves of intense bliss roll through me, making my muscles twitch and shiver. My butt slams back against him. My pussy flutters and squeezes his cock as if trying to milk his semen.
“Here I come, little one” he husks, “Here I come.”
Hot sticky warmth fills my depths as he blows his load deep inside me. I’m still coming hard, and his finger is still tickling my tender G-spot in the most irresistible way.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps pumping me and pumping me. Now the friction of our fucking is lubricated with the hot, thick fluid that he is spurting into me. It coats the shaft of his cock in a pale glaze, and it oozes out of my pussy, spilling over my thigh and onto the sheets to mix with the sweat and juice that’s already there.
“Oh fuck, baby girl,” he breathes weakly “Oh fuck.”
One final, shuddering thrust, and Cliff collapses with his arms around me, holding me tightly. I close my eyes, and for a few moments, I feel like I’m totally alone with him. There’s nothing else—the whole world is just me and Cliff.
Then I hear the applause. I open my eyes to see that the whole class is giving us a standing ovation.
“Go ahead,” Cliff says, urging me forward, “Take a bow.”
Feeling kind of giddy, I hop out of bed and skip to the edge of the stage, still completely naked, my skin sweaty and flushed from fucking. I take a deep bow, and I know that behind me I’m giving Cliff a perfect view of my bare ass and my pussy dripping with his massive load.
Cliff rises from the bed to come join me. He st
ands beside me, his cock still half-hard, and he slides his strong arm around my shoulders.
“All right class, good work tonight. I think we really dug deep and explored some interesting territory. No homework this time. I’ll see you next week.”
There’s a general hub-bub as people start shuffling out of the theater. I can hear them all excitedly discussing the scene that Cliff and I performed. A few of the students raise their hands to ask questions.
“Please save your questions until next week,” Cliff says. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to discuss something with Nina here.”
He leads me back to the bed, which is a total mess, but I flop down on it anyway because I’m a hot mess right now too. Cliff pulls the stage curtains shut so that we can have some privacy, and then he joins me on the bed.
“That was amazing, Nina,” he says, stroking my trembling thighs. “I just knew you had so much potential as an actress, and the way you opened up tonight was truly incredible.”
I blush and grin at him, feeling so bashful again all of a sudden. The way he’s praising me is making my little tummy do cartwheels of joy.
It suddenly occurs to me that Cliff just wet-blasted my pussy something fierce. He wasn’t wearing any protection, and I’m not on the pill. This was a huge pregnancy risk. But hey, acting is all about taking risks, right?
But I really do need to let him know.
“Cliff, just so you know, I’m not on the pill or anything.”
“Perfect,” he says with a big grin. “It would be a shame if you were. Just look at your body, Nina. A girl like you is built to have a baby inside of her.”
“You mean…”
“That’s right,” he says, smiling. “When I get you good and knocked up—and notice I said ‘when’ not ‘if’—I’m going to take good care of you. You’re my little protege now, babygirl, and I’ve got so many things I want to teach you.”
I give a little squeal of delight.
“When do we start?” I ask, barely able to contain my excitement.
“Tonight,” he says and kisses my lips softly. “We can go back to my place and I’ll whip up a little dinner, and then we can get down to business. You see, I’m working on a script that I want to show you.”
“Really,” I gasp, “What’s it about, Cliff?”
“It’s about a drama teacher who falls head over heels for one of his students.”
“Oh I like that story,” I say, scooching closer to him.
“Yeah, I’ve had a bit of writer’s block recently. Not sure which direction the story should go. I was thinking maybe you and I could improvise a little, and discover the characters’ journey together.”
“Mm, that sounds fun” I whisper, touching my forehead to his. “I’m sure together, with a bit of work, we can get you unblocked, and that story will be flowing out of you in no time.”
Tight Squeeze
1. JORDYN
“Don’t stop! Oh fuck me, please don’t stop! Please, please, please, Vinny, don’t die on me now!”
My old Volkswagen beetle coughs and sputters and makes all kinds of terrible noises. I should have gotten a new car years ago, but I’m just too attached to Vinny, as I lovingly refer to the little old jalopy. Oh yeah, plus I don’t have the money for a new one.
Why does this have to happen today of all days? Just when I thought today couldn’t get any worse. To start with, I got like two hours of sleep last night after getting off work at the bar. I was exhausted all day during my nursing classes. But the worst part is that I went to visit my ex, Ben, of all people. It wasn’t to try and patch things up. I only went over to his place to get a few small items I left behind when we were still dating.
I thought it would be no big deal. I thought I was totally over him. I really did. But all the way back home I was bawling my eyes out. Now, to top it all off, poor old Vinny decides to have a car heart attack in the middle of nowhere. When it rains it pours I guess.
The car lurches and shudders. I have no clue what the problem is now, but it’s obviously something bad. I hoped I would at least be able to make it back home before the storm rolled in, but Vinny is clearly on his last legs—or his last wheels rather. I guide the car over the shoulder of the road where its tires crunch to a stop in the dust and gravel. Vinny the Volkswagen lets out a pathetic little death rattle and then…silence.
“Fuck me,” I mutter again, and slump forward on the steering wheel.
Great, I think, what the fuck am I going to do now?
I’m on a narrow one two-lane road with woods on either side. There isn’t a service station for miles in either direction and there are no other cars passing by.
To make matters worse, there’s a distant grumble of thunder, and I raise her eyes to glance in the rearview mirror. Behind me, just beyond the trees, dark, rain-swollen clouds are lumbering my way. Perfect timing.
Next, I take a look at myself in the mirror. Fuck, I’m a mess, and not a very hot one at the moment. At least I don’t feel very hot. My eyes are red and raw, my cheeks are striped with mascara, and my chin is doing that ugly little dimply thing that it does when I cry. Shit, that just makes me want to cry even more.
The thing is, seeing my ex Ben shouldn’t have made me that upset. I mean, it’s not like I was under any illusions that he was “the One” or anything silly like that. No, the thing that I’m so upset about is the reason that we broke up. The same reason all of my ex-boyfriends have dumped me.
It’s because of my problem. My sex problem.
At least Ben had the decency to break up with me first instead of cheating on me like the guy before him did. Anyway, I think Ben didn’t cheat. Although, knowing what fucking pricks guys are, Ben probably did cheat, and he just did a better job of hiding it. Fuck men. Seriously fuck all of them. I’m done with them.
Yeah. Right. Fuck men. That’s the one thing that I’m not able to do, and it’s the reason they keep dumping me. The tears start welling in my eyes again because I know I’ll never be able to find true love. Not with my stupid pussy problem.
Then something outside catches my eye. Wisps of smoke are curling up from the hood of my car.
“Oh shit,” I gasp as I feel my heart leap into my throat.
“OK, don’t panic, Jordyn,” I tell myself, trying to regain my composure. “You can handle this…fire extinguisher!”
I reach over and fumble through the glove box for the mini fire extinguisher I keep there. When I find it, I clutch it like a trophy.
Leaping out of the driver’s seat, I slam the door behind me, and rush around to the front of the car, my sneakers scrambling on the gravelly shoulder of the road. I throw open the hood, and an enormous cloud of smoke billows out of it. Puff the fucking Magic Dragon. This is worse than I thought!
I spray the extinguisher onto the engine, coating it in the white gloopy foam. The smoke is so dense that I’m basically just spraying blindly, swinging the stream of fluid back and forth in a smooth arc to coat as much of the surface area as I can. But it seems to be working because, after a few seconds, the smoke subsides.
Despite the shitty situation, I feel a little tingle of pride. Jordyn Johansen—firefighter extraordinaire!
I mop the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, pushing my unruly, brown hair back out of my eyes. Now I just need to let things cool down a little, and then I can have a look at the extent of the damage.
Suddenly a big fat drop of moisture plops down right in the middle of my forehead. A second later another one splashes on my cheek. I raise my head and squint up at the sky. Somehow those big angry storm clouds—the ones that were in the rearview just a minute ago—are now directly overhead.
I only have a couple of seconds to let this realization sink in, before the sky lets loose with a torrential downpour. In a matter of seconds, I am already half-drenched. I scramble back to the driver’s side door and grab the handle, but the door doesn’t budge. My heart sinks like a lead weight. My keys. They are still in
the car, dangling from the ignition.
Shit. When it rains it pours…
2. NOLAN
Even cranked up to full speed, the wipers can barely keep up with this rain. It washes down the windshield in thick sheets, obscuring my view of the road ahead. I lean forward over the steering wheel, squinting. My forehead is nearly pressed to the glass, but I still can’t see shit. I can only just make out the yellow center line, which disappears a few yards ahead in the downpour. It doesn’t help that the clouds overhead are so damn dark that they’ve turned the afternoon into evening a couple of hours early.
I let up on the gas, slowing to nearly a crawl. The last thing I need today is a wreck, and this hulking tow truck is hard enough to bring to a stop in normal conditions, let alone on a rain-slick road with basically zero-visibility.
I can’t remember the last time it rained this hard. In fact, I’m just about to pull over to wait out the storm, when I make out a blurry shape just a little ways ahead on the shoulder of the road.
As I pull closer, I see it is a cherry red Volkswagen beetle that looks like it has seen better days. The emergency blinkers aren’t on, and as I pull alongside the car, it looks like nobody is inside.
I shrug, and I’m about to move on when a small, white shape comes tumbling out of the darkness of the woods. What the hell?
It’s a girl, and she’s frantically waving her arms over her head to flag me down. She doesn’t have a raincoat or umbrella or anything. She’s just out here all alone, getting soaked. She is small, and she looks like she is barely out of her teens, if that. However, her bouncing breasts reveal that she can’t be all that young.
Suddenly I feel something welling up inside him. It’s been some time since I last felt an emotion rock me this fucking hard. All I want to do is to help this desperate little girl—I need to protect her and make her safe.
Swinging open my driver’s side door, I jump out into the rain. I’m so focused on helping this poor girl that I barely even register the feeling of the cold drops pelting my bare arms. Right now I only have one purpose.
I rush around to the passenger side where the girl is running toward me. At the last moment, she slips on the wet grass by the side of the road, and slides right into me, slamming smack dab into my hard torso.
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