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The Casting Couch
by Soul_purpose69 (soul_purpose69@yahoo.com)
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A darkish story about an audition. (M+/f-teen, ped,
reluc, 1st, oral)
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My mind was set on seeing at least one celebrity while
I was in Hollywood. I was taking a walk around the
streets, taking in the sites and window shopping a
little. I wanted to see someone famous but most people
I saw looked liked actors and actresses, but I didn't
recognize them. My family and I were taking a vacation
in California. California was so much different than my
Midwestern home. Our hotel was very elegant, there were
interesting shops and cafes that we didn't have back
home, and the people were glamorous.
I felt awkward sitting alone at one of the outdoor
cafes, but I really wanted to see someone famous. I
spent well over an hour at one to watch people. I
wasn't sure what I'd do if I did see a celebrity. My
friends back home would be excited to hear all about
how I saw Brad Pitt.
My parents, on the other hand, didn't care. They had
opted to go to a wax museum instead that day. After I
left the cafe I gave up people watching and browsed
some of the markets. One of the stalls had cute
bracelets that I could bring home for presents. I was
looking through them for awhile when I first started to
get a weird feeling someone was watching me. I felt
like this guy was hovering over me so I moved around
the stall, but I was too interested in what I was
looking through.
"How much are these?" I asked the woman at the stall.
"Five dollars each," she answered. She gave me a weird
look and looked over at my shoulder in a nervous sort
of manner. I didn't think much of it and started to
look through my purse for my money. Before I had taken
my money out, the guy behind me reached over me and
paid the woman for my bracelets.
I whirled around, pretty freaked out by him. The guy
didn't look very threatening to me. He was an older
guy, not very old, but he was handsome and really well-
dressed. He smiled at me which made me think he was
just hitting on me. For a moment I believed he could be
a famous actor. I got my hopes up really high.
"Don't worry about it," he said to me very casually. He
had a nice smile.
"Gee, thanks," I said like an idiot. My parents warned
me somewhat about getting into trouble. I figured he
was just a harmless rich guy who was looking for a dumb
girl. I looked at him again to see if I recognized him
from a movie but I didn't.
"Didn't mean to scare you, I'm Paul Richards with
Platinum Casting," he said to me, making me shake hands
with him. He had nice hands.
"Platinum...?" I said. I had no idea what he was
talking about at first. I thought he was trying to sell
me something. I started to walk away but he stayed
beside me. He was also persistent.
"Casting. You have the exact look for a minor part in
an upcoming movie. I'd like to talk to you for a minute
if you have time," he said fast. He was a bit of a
smooth talker, he smiled a lot at me. My defenses
should have went up but they didn't. Instead I got very
excited, thinking I was going to be rich and famous.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He said.
"No, Iowa " I replied.
"That's good. I'm always looking for new talent. It's a
lot better than hiring spoiled actresses," He was
joking, but it offended me a little. I wasn't about to
argue with a guy who wanted to give me a shot at being
in a movie though.
"Oh, what's the part?" I asked, trying to play it cool.
"It's for a waitress. It's not a huge part, but it is a
speaking role. I've already interviewed a couple of big
name actresses, but I'd love to hire a down to earth
girl for the role," he said. It sounded good to me.
"That would be..." I stammered.
"I know, it would be great. But first do you think you
could make it to an audition tonight around 6 pm?" He
asked. He gave me a business card with an address to a
hotel room written on the back. It looked legitimate to
me.
"Yes, that would be no problem," I said. My heart was
pounding like crazy, believing I was going to audition
for a big movie.
"Great, I'll see you there...?"
"Emily."
"I'll see you at 6 then Emily," he said as he gave me a
wink. I felt like I was walking on a cloud. I was going
to be a celebrity instead hoping to see one. I raced
back to our hotel room. It was quiet, my parents were
still gone. All I could think about was I could
possibly practice for this audition in the next couple
of hours. Paul seemed to like me, so I though my
chances were already pretty good.
I took a shower and changed into some new shorts and a
tee-shirt. It was about 4:30 and I couldn't sit still
in the hotel room, so I walked over to where Paul's
hotel room was. I thought about leaving my parents a
note, but I could picture them getting mad at me for
talking to strangers, so I didn't bother. Any concerns
I had with the legitimacy of this audition I ignored,
this was my dream. I was hungry to be in movies and be
rich and famous.
I was about an hour early when I knocked on his hotel
door. There was no answer, so I sat in the hallway. My
heart was pounding like crazy. I wanted to make a good
audition. I jumped up to greet him when I saw him
coming down the hallway.
"Hi Emily, you're early," he smiled.
"Well, I can wait if you want," I was willing to do
almost anything for this opportunity.
"No, it's no big deal. We can get started now if you'd
like," he said as he opened the door. It was just a
plain hotel room. I was picturing something more fancy
for movie auditions. I never considered how odd it was
for a movie audition to be held in hotel rooms at 6 pm
though.
"Sure, I'd like to get back before dark," I said. I
knew my parents would be pissed if I was gone for too
long.
"Oh, this won't take that long hopefully," he said. He
took his coat off and sat down at the table. I sat down
next to him, it was hard considering how anxious I was.
"So do you have any acting experience?" He asked me,
staring into my eyes.
"I've been in school plays before," I thought carefully
how to answer, hoping I wouldn't say the wrong thing.
"Okay, anything else?" He asked.
"No, that's it really," I said, starting to get
worried.
"It's a start. Would you like to read through the
script a little? You'll be reading for a waitress named
Ellen," he tells me as he hands me this huge script. My
heart was pounding like crazy.
"I'll start," he said. "What are the specials?" He
smiled at me, staring at me. I took a deep breath and
began.
"Hi, we have a grilled salmon with sweet potatoes. It's
very good."
"Is that all?" He answered.
"Sorry, I haven't really had a chance to check, I just
got here to fill in for one of the other girls," I
said, reading from the script.
Paul didn't read his next line. He closed his script
and stared at me in silence. I was so nervous because I
didn't know if I messed up badly. He either knew I had
a hidden talent or I was no good.
"I'm sorry, I'm really nervous," I blurted out.
"Well Emily, you read through that very well, but I
have to be honest with you and tell you that I spoke
with the director earlier. He's really set on going
with an established actress." My heart sank, I felt
like I was wasting my time.
"Oh, so I won't get the part?" I asked.
"Well, I could convince him to change his mind, but it
would be a lot of work," he said to me. I felt like he
was teasing me in a way.
"Oh," I said meekly, holding back tears.
"I like you though, Emily. I just don't know if it's
worth it to me to spend my time convincing the director
to take a shot on you," he said.
"But I'd really love this, I won't let you down," I
stammered, holding back tears. Paul sighed and leaned
back in his chair. I was hoping he'd pity me.
"You really want this don't you?" He asked.
"Yes, I'd do anything," I said without thinking.
"Anything?" He said, grinning at me like a pervert.
"Well, almost," I said, awkwardly crossing my legs. I
felt nervous about this.
"I guess you have to ask yourself how much you want
this," He said, in a threatening sort of way. My heart
was pounding. This was probably my only chance at being
famous. Making it worth it to Paul would mean giving up
my dignity. It was a very tough decision for me. He
grinned at me, taking joy in my anxiety. I normally
would not do anything so stupid, but my inhibitions
were fading fast in my pursuit of fame.
"A blowjob? Would that do?" I blurted out.
"Sure kiddo, only if that's what you want to do," he
said. He had me right where he wanted me. I gulped, I
had never given a blowjob before. All I knew about
giving them was what I heard from my girlfriends that
joked about it at school. I knew enough not to bite
down, and to try and use my tongue. I couldn't believe
I was doing this, but Paul watched me get up from my
chair and kneel in front of him. I waited for him to
unzip himself but he didn't.
"Go on, do you want this or not?" He scolded me. I
didn't need anymore encouragement, I wanted this role.
I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him myself. I
rubbed his thighs, looking up to see if he was really
going to make me do this. He gave me an impatient look
so I reached inside his boxers and tugged him out. He
was big, but still flaccid. I held him in my hand,
gulping when I felt him grow.
"Take your time," he said as he put his hand on my head
and ran his fingers through my hair. I hoped this would
be worth it I thought to myself. I leaned over his lap
and closed my lips around his soft penis. He grew
really fast in my mouth. I sucked on him gently, trying
to remember anything else my girlfriends said about
blowjobs. I flicked my tongue around him until he got
really heard. I started to move up and down, sucking on
him and listening to him groan.
I was hypnotized by my own rhythm, it was more
enjoyable than I thought it would be. Apparently I
wasn't feeling the pleasure he was though. He kept
growing between my lips until he stretched them apart.
I gagged and had to stop a couple of times at this
point. I rubbed him in my hand and caught my breath
then. I loved how it felt, he was hard but still soft
in way. I jerked him up and down.
"Show me how much you want this part," he grunted. I
swallowed and closed my lips around him again. I
flicked my tongue around him, fitting him deep in my
mouth. It was warm and tasted salty, it was very
intoxicating to me. He started to tug at my hair,
hurting me whenever he felt good I think. I hoped this
would be worth it if I became a famous actress.
I kept at it for a few minutes, going up and down on
him. He put his hand behind my head after awhile and
really started to push on my head. He shoved my head
into his lap so his cock stabbed the back of my mouth.
I coughed a lot and almost threw up, but he wouldn't
let me stop and catch my breath. He controlled me in
tight movements, slamming my head back and forth on his
cock.
"That's it baby," he groaned while I turned blue. He
did this for awhile then grabbed my hair and ripped my
head back. He took his thing out of my mouth and let me
breathe again. I hoped this would be the end, and he
wouldn't want to go any further than this blowjob. He
pushed my head back down in his lap again though, I
sucked on him like a hungry animal, rubbing his legs,
entranced by his moaning. He shoved his hips up along
with pushing my head down so I was forced to gag on his
cock.
It was pretty humiliating, I still rolled my tongue
around him and sucked on him as best I could. He
throbbed in my mouth and was poking desperately at my
throat. He didn't get that far thank God. I kept
sucking on him and he kept abusing me until I felt his
ejaculation start. His sperm shot right down my throat.
He kept my head down so I had no chance to avoid it. It
collected in my empty stomach. It was pretty gross, I
guess I wanted this acting job really bad.
"Oh yes kiddo," he groaned. Letting me have a chance to
breathe again. I wiped my lips, feeling pretty frisky
now. I was turned on by this experience in some way.
Paul zipped up and forgot about me it seemed. I stood
up, trying to collect my dignity.
"That was great, you don't have to leave yet do you?
Want to stay awhile?" He asked me.
"Sure," I answered. I wanted to find out about this
movie, and my libido was catching up with me as well. I
was just a normal girl who wanted her chance to feel
pleasure. Paul smiled at me and stood up with me. I was
very attracted to this handsome older man, but this was
a one-night stand I was considering.
"Hungry girl?" He asked me as he put his arms around my
waist.
"Not really," I replied. "I'd like a soda though." I
wanted to wash the taste of sperm out of my mouth and
my stomach. I put my arms around his neck and let him
kiss my cheek. He didn't kiss my lips. My heart was
pounding like crazy, and for the first time I realized
I was wet. He let go of me and patted me on my head
like his pet dog.
"I'll go down the hall and get a Coke, okay?" He said.
"Sure," I answered. I sat down on the bed. My head was
spinning from the over excitement. I took a deep breath
and laid back, I felt like I was on cloud nine. It
seemed like Paul sincerely liked me and wanted to put
me in this movie. I didn't care that it was 7 pm and my
parents would be wondering if I got into trouble.
They'd be happy that their daughter would be a famous
actress.
Paul came back in the room with my soda and sat beside
me. He rubbed my back lovingly while I took a few sips
of the Coke. It helped wash the feeling of cum in my
stomach.
"I'll talk to the director tomorrow," Paul tells me.
"I'll tell him I found a better girl."
"So I have the part?" I asked, feeling very confident.
"We'll see, I can't guarantee it, but it's like 90
percent," He says, still massaging my tired muscles. I
couldn't help but feel cheated though, since I just
blew him for a 90 percent chance. I wanted a guarantee.
He could tell I was a little upset and tried to bring
my spirits up. He stopped rubbing my back and instead
put his hand on my leg. He rubbed up my thigh, making
me shudder.
My eyes looked into his, I trusted him. He wedged his
hand between my legs, trying to grab my crotch. I
didn't really want to get too crazy with him, but I
couldn't help myself. I was far from home and figured
it was harmless. I opened my legs, allowing him to grab
a hold of my sex. He squeezed me and rubbed me over my
shorts. I dumped the soda on the floor when he made me
squeal.
We both laughed, it was pretty funny at the time. He
kept rubbing me between my legs, he was a little rough
but I assumed he knew what he was doing. I leaned to
him and put my arms around his neck, rubbing my head
under his chin. He had a way of making me feel
submissive. He kept making me squirm, it felt really
good.
"Oooh wow," I moaned at one point after we kissed.
"You're very beautiful," he told me, which made me very
happy. I wasn't used to being complimented like that.
We made out for awhile and then he put his hand down my
shorts. I felt his warm hand touch my bare skin. His
fingers traced around my sex very slowly. I was getting
very aroused by all of this. I knew if I wanted him to
stop I'd have to say something soon, or else we were
going all the way.
"Uhhnn.." I moaned when he pushed his fingers over my
clitoris. It felt so good.
His cell phone started to go off and the action
stopped. I was glad because it gave me a chance to
collect my thoughts and think about what I was doing.
Paul got up and left the room to take his phone call. I
went into the bathroom and took a look at myself in the
mirror. My hair was a mess.
I tried to fix my hair, but I knew I should just go
back to my hotel room before my parents got frantic
about me being gone. I could leave Paul wanting more I
though, which might help me get the part. I was wetter
than I'd ever remembered being, it was hard to decide
to leave. I came out of the bathroom and Paul was
standing there with a sad look on his face. My heart
sank, I knew this meant trouble.
"Bad new Emily. That was the director," he frowned. I
felt pretty upset that I just blew this guy for
nothing.
"Well, I guess it was a long shot anyways," I said,
holding back tears.
"You want this real bad don't you?" He sounded
sincerely sad for me.
"Well, yeah," I wondered where he was getting at.
"How badly?" He asked me. I knew where this was going.
"I don't know," I answered coldly. I still had my
pride, I wasn't going to whore myself out, not even for
this opportunity.
"Na, I don't want to ask, you seem like a nice girl."
"Ask me what?" I said, I wanted to hear him tell me
what I'd have to do, but I knew.
"I know this director, and I know he'll bend for
certain agreements," he said, I think I saw him crack a
smile.
"Like blowjobs?" I answered sarcastically. I wasn't
going to be that easy. But I still considered it in my
mind, I already did it once.
"Yes, well maybe more too, but this would be
guaranteed," he tells me. I looked at him in the eye, I
thought he was sincere enough about it.
"Ugh, I don't know," I said. I had a hard time
deciding, I really wanted to be famous.
"I didn't want to ask you, but if you want this, it's
the only way. He'll come down here and meet you now.
You can be back at your hotel by 9." He said, he was
doing a good job of convincing me. I was still very
aroused from our make out session, I didn't care about
my inhibitions. I rolled my head around my shoulders,
the price of being famous was giving up some of my
pride.
"Okay," I said meekly. I kept telling myself it would
be worth it.
Paul gave me a grin and called the director. He walked
out of the room as I sat down. I took some deep breaths
and got my courage up. I knew I would be having sex in
matter of minutes. My body, that I had worked so hard
to keep pure, would be defiled by a complete stranger
in exchange for my stardom. I picked the bottle of soda
off the floor and drank what was left. Paul walked back
in smiling, he was strangely happy for someone that
seemed so concerned about me earlier.
"It will be worth it, it is a tough business to break
into," he tried to console me.
"I hope so," I said. I didn't really care anymore. I
was wet, I wanted to have sex. Paul rubbed my back
again until the director knocked on the door. It was
really fast I thought, jumping up when I heard the
knock. The director was also an older guy. He had grey
hair, but he was handsome.
"Is this our Ellen?" He smiled and looked at me. I
gulped as he stood over me and petted my head like I
was his pet.
"She's a little cutie, isn't she?" Paul spoke up. I was
a pawn to them, they wanted to hire the girl they could
get the most out of it seemed.
"Well, I'm sure you have places to be honey," The grey
haired man said as he took his shirt off. He was well-
toned for an old guy. I felt awkward about having sex
with a stranger with another guy watching. Paul got up
and sat back in his chair. By this time the director,
James, was in his boxers. I looked down at the lump in
his shorts, I suddenly felt very small.
"Relax babe, this is a million dollar role," James
tells me. It would be worth it I knew. That was a lot
of money.
"Really?" I asked coyly. James pulled my shirt over my
chest, I lifted my arms so he could take it off. My
heart was pounding like crazy as he sat behind me on
the bed. I thought I was going to be a rich actress, I
was very ecstatic. James took my bra off and wrapped
his hands around my breasts.
"Oooh..." I moaned.
"Nice tits," James said. He twirled his fingers around
my sensitive nipples. It felt good, I put my hands on
his and pushed his hands against my chest. I loved how
his big hands covered my breasts. He groped me and
tugged on my nipples. I was so hot at this point, I was
very overwhelmed already.
James rubbed his hands down my sides and then turned my
head around and kissed me. I darted my tongue in his
mouth as he stroked my hair back. He pushed his tongue
in my mouth, I felt his hands trace down my bare tummy.
His hands were underneath my shorts while we made out.
I was rubbing his chest and squirming like crazy when I
felt his fingers part my labia. He shoved his fingers
in me with confidence. One after the other until it
felt like he was trying to cram his whole hand in me. I
yelped terribly, but it was hot. I could tell he was an
experienced man. He buzzed my clit as I leaned into
him.
"Oh my God," I moaned and watched his hand moving up
and down under my shorts. He was giving me three of his
fat fingers at once, pressing them in and out of me. I
squealed and looked at Paul who was enjoying the free
show. It was exhilarating to have someone watch
actually. When I was close to orgasm James stopped and
turned me around on the bed. He pulled my shorts and
underwear off as I lay back on the bed. He threw them
on the floor casually and smiled at me.
I gasped, feeling so vulnerable and parted my legs,
ready for him. I saw his huge thing poking out of his
boxers. He was very big and hard, I was actually
nervous about taking him. When I had my legs spread he
was taunting me with his manhood. He put his hands on
my waist and lifted me up, he turned me right around on
my hands and knees. He was going to take me from
behind.
"Like this my dear," he teased me. He and Paul laughed,
while I was feeling very tense. He rubbed my bare butt
and poked his fat cock against my thighs.
"Oooh..." I moaned, I took a deep breath.
"So you want to be an actress?" James taunted me.
Between the two of them I felt pretty small. The end of
cock began poking through my labia. I squirmed, but I
wanted him inside me.
"Auughhh..." I groaned when I felt inch after inch of
him open me up. I tried to pull forward to slow him
down, but he held me in my place with his big hands. He
forced me to take his entire length. He was huge.
"Oooh no.. Stop! Stop! Stop!" I yelled. Both Paul and
James laughed, it was pretty humiliating for me. He
didn't stop, he quickened his rhythm instead. He leaned
over me and thrust his hips against me over and over.
He was touching me in very deep spots. He shook me back
and forth during this like I was a helpless doll. It
was intense and I was moaning like crazy. They laughed
whenever I cringed because I was hurt by him. It felt
so good though. He was nice about rubbing me between my
legs, especially my clit. He kept buzzing my clit until
I started to orgasm.
"Ohh.. Oh God! Oh God!" I yelled. My head was spinning
as very intense waves of pleasure swept over me. I
pushed my body back against him until I felt his heavy
balls hitting my butt. He was touching spots in me I
had never known.
"I'll make you famous," He groaned at one point. I was
so overwhelmed.
"Uhhnnn.." was all I could mutter as he slowly pulled
his huge cock out of me. It felt like hours since we
started. James groaned loudly and then laughed at me,
he crawled to my front and pulled my chin up. He made
me put my lips around his slimy penis. I sucked on him,
tasting myself and his pre-cum. I didn't care, I was
very satisfied and was in a good mood. I gulped
hungrily, taking him as deep as I could without
gagging. He put his hand on my head and pulled my hair
back.
I kissed and sucked underneath him, darting my tongue
around him. He liked that a lot. His sperm shot across
my cheek quickly. It caught me by surprise because he
manage to force himself back into my mouth. He was
shooting off like crazy. There was sperm from two guy's
in my stomach now, it was pretty gross. But I sucked on
him until he decided he was finished. He tugged my hair
as everything was drained from him.
After he pulled out I wiped my cheek off on the bed
sheets. Both of the men looked at me like I was the
biggest slut in the world.
"Oh man, you want this job don't you?" James said
teasingly. I sat up and caught my breath.
"Mmmhmm," I nodded. I was glowing a lot, I had never
had an orgasm like that before.
"You got it babe," James smiled. I was very happy, I
couldn't believe I just had the best sex of my life and
I was going to be in a movie. Everything seemed to be
going well. Paul sat up slowly, I watched him as he
came over to me wearing just his boxers. He grinned
something awful at me. I curled back on the bed.
"Oh no, please no," I started to beg, but he acted like
I was joking. I gasped, I wanted to get back to my
hotel room before my parents freaked out at me being
gone.
"What's one more?" He laughed. I was about to jump up
but he pushed me down on the bed. He held me down on
the bed by my arms as James got dressed. I felt like a
cheap whore. He laid on top of me and pushed my arms
over my head. I felt his cock swelling below me, I
tried to squirm away but he just held me tighter. His
cock found my pussy, I cringed as I felt him plunge
into me. He held my wrists tight as he tried to balance
himself over me and give me a good thrashing. I think
he was laughing as he started to pound his hips into
me, he was really aggressive and stretching me deep.
"Oh yeah, give it to her!" I heard James yell from the
background. I groaned a lot, I was helpless to stop
him, but it really felt good. I couldn't believe I had
taken two older and more experienced men today.
"Uuuhhhnnnn," I moaned, close to another orgasm. He
kept slamming his cock in me, making me feel small. He
kissed my lips several times, but I could barely return
the favor. He kept a steady rhythm, really filling my
insides with his manhood.
"Uhhnn God!" I squealed as a very intense orgasm swept
over me. I felt so overwhelmed, sexually spent. I was
squeezing him tightly inside me. He was groaning a lot,
I was worried about getting pregnant at this point. But
after a few more manly thrusts from him he pulled out
and let his cum fly on my tummy. I came down from my
cloud after a few minutes, I felt so good. I went into
the bathroom as Paul dressed. I tried to make myself
decent for my parents. When I left the bathroom both
guys were gone and I never saw them again.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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