0 comments/ 32812 views/ 4 favorites The Actress By: alli980 I have been trying to get into acting for along time. This play was my first big play and I knew if I got good reviews it could help my career. One of the scenes called for a nude lovemakeing scene with myself and Jeff, a good looking black man. After weeks of practice Jeff suggested we start practicing seriously for the nude scene. As much as I tried I was still too nervous. I finally agreed he was right but asked if we could keep our underwear on, at least for now. It would let me keep some measure of descency and I thought it would help eas myself into the part. He said fine, what ever would help. This went on for a few days. Jeff would try to caress me or touch me intimetly and I would pull away. We did begin to kiss and touch each other more than before. I was beginning to loosen up but it was a slow process. One day Jeff wore this leopard print g string pouch that could barely contain him. He had no problem walking around the stage in it, I was still using a robe to cover myself when I was outside the bed covers. This day I could feel his hard cock, and he made every effort to rub himself all over me. After the third re-do I felt something, Jeff had released his cock and it was poking into my belly. I made a face at him but he said that he was so big and hard the thong was hurting him. All I could think was how would I ever explain this to my husband. Jeff eased his hand down the front of my panties just petting me lightly. He said, "see it's not so bad". He moved a little and slid his hard cock down the front of my panties as he pulled his hand out. He grabbed both cheeks of my ass and just rubbed himself up and down over my little tuft of blonde hair. There were several others around the stage but no one knew had a clue what was really going on under the covers. There he said, "it's just pretend, just a little rubbing to get you in the mood", it will help. It was helping as far a that goes but... I wispered to him to please stop. Just then the director yelled out, last run through. When it came our time Jeff held my head and kissed me hotly and deeply. I was on top of him at the beginning and I could feel his cock sliding down the inside of my panties over my pussy. I was definitly turned on. I felt Jeff's hands moving all over my thinly covered ass. Without notice he grabbed my panties on both sides and pulled down at the same time rolling me over on to my back. In one swift motion Jeff's cockhead was poised and touching my wet pussy lips, then it was pushing it's way into me. I'm a slight woman, 5'3', 105 pounds and he met more than a little resistance getting himself inside me, I struggled attempting to pull up and away to no aval. I wispered to him "please Jeff, no, I'm not taking birth control" but not wanting everyone to know what was happening I continued kissing him and doing the scene. He kissed me hard and pushed his cock even deeper into my pussy. We just layed there tongue kissing for a minute as I adjusted to his girth and size. He streached me to a new limit that day touching me where no man ever had before. He seemed to be taking out the weeks of frustration as he would pull part way out of me and then thrust deeply back into my tight pussy. He repeated this just three more times, growing bigger it seemed with each thrust, I let out some inadvertant sighs and then it happened. Jeff made a few grunts and some strange noises of his own and then his cock began to beat inside me like it had a heart beat of it's own. I knew then it was too late to do anything as Jeff thrusted himself one last time and his flood gates opened and I suddenly felt his hot black seed rushing into the depths of my pussy, blast after blast splashing the back of my womb. The force of his cum was unlike anything I had ever felt with my husband or the one other lover I'd had in highschool. Jeff continued to pump his hot juice into me for another 30 seconds, my pussy now involuntarily cleching his black meat, milking his every drop, all the time he continued kissing me and acting the scene. I think Jeff had most literally filled me up that day as I could feel his hot cum flowing out of my pussy with no where to go, running down my crotch. As the focus moved to some others on the stage I just layed there thinking to myself, what had I let happen. Jeff layed there, his cock still hard and still imbedded deeply in my pussy. This was all just supposed to be pretend and I had just had the fuck of my life. Jeff wispered to me "that was the best" and said it should definitly help put me at eas so I could play the part comfortably. At that moment I could have easily fucked him again but then everyone would have known for sure. Instead Jeff rolled off of me, I quickly pulled up my panties, climbed out of bed, put on my robe and walked to the dressing room. It certainly did put me at eas, I had no trouble after that with that scene or any nude scene. The Actress I met Jackie on an internet dating site. I wasn't sure why she was using the site as she was in a pretty heavy relationship despite the fact she was going through a messy divorce. She was a 35 year old who ran her own small theatre group that went in to schools and educated kids through the mediums of drama, dance and singing. She had been lead singer in a group which had enjoyed a little success around the live gig circuit and done some acting, small parts in made for TV dramas. Running her own business gave her the independence she seemed to thrive on, though she did see herself as mainly an actress. Perhaps because I was going through my own divorce at the time we struck up a good friendship and regularly exchanged emails, but we did not meet as I was dating on and off and Jackie's situation meant she wasn't looking for anything more than friendship. Our exchanges covered many topics and would often be quite frank about our lives, loves and relationships. Jackie had been married to an overly possessive man who was some 12 years older than she was. They had a daughter together who was now 2 years old and the marriage disintegrated shortly after the birth. Through our emails we learned about each other in a way that you wouldn't do if picking someone up at a bar or club. There was no pressure on either of us to impress the other and we could both support each other through moments of vulnerability brought about by our relative situations. After a few months I was coming to the end of a short relationship with a teacher. I had moved in to her house which was close to my place of work but she was becoming increasingly jealous of time I was spending with my children on a weekend who were then 17 and 19 years old. She would complain that instead of sitting and waiting for me to get back to her place on a Sunday afternoon she could be off doing other things with other people. This came about because on a couple of occasions I was less than an hour later back to her house than I had said I would be. I could feel the relationship was coming to an end as I felt increasingly suffocated by the situation and wanted to be free. My own divorce had recently been finalized but the teacher, despite being separated from her estranged husband for five years was not divorced. During one heated debate about commitment I found myself arguing in a way that with hindsight could have backfired. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was 30 minutes late home. "Where have you been," the teacher asked me. "You know, with the kids," I retorted, irritated at her attitude given I was only a little later than expected. "Well, I could have gone out this afternoon instead of sitting here on my backside waiting for you to grace me with your presence. You are so selfish,'' she complained, stomping off to the kitchen before calling back, "and I don't think you are committed to this relationship at all!" I followed her and couldn't stop myself from replying, "Selfish? I'm selfish and I am not committed? Well, what about you? You aren't even divorced. It may be five years since you left your husband but you haven't moved on and I have a problem with that. You know my divorce has been completed and I am free to remarry and that's what I want to do. The fact you aren't free causes a problem for any future we may have." The teacher was clearly taken aback by my response and could offer no answer, though it would have been all too easy for her to say that she would push for her divorce to be sorted out and I may have been trapped. Her failure to respond played in to my hands and sensing the moment I said in a conciliatory tone, "Well, I guess we don't really have anywhere to go now except our separate ways. It is you that can't commit to this relationship because you are not free and have done nothing to cut those final ties with your husband. You really need to think about what you are doing as you either want to move on with your life or be constrained by your past." With that I went off to the bedroom an began to pack and despite the pleading and the tears I left, feeling it was better to do this now than let the relationship limp on when the conclusion would be just the same. And so I found myself single again. I took the view I did not want to rush in to anything else and would just spend time working and enjoying my own company and the freedom of living alone for a while. I continued to exchange emails with Jackie and one evening she asked me for my telephone number so we could speak. She was unhappy with her boyfriend who she felt was showing the same character traits of her husband, being too possessive of her. A week later I got home from work about 7pm and the phone rang. It was Jackie. "Hi John," she said in a voice that was without trace of regional accent, "I am so glad we can finally speak." "It's so nice to hear your voice Jackie," I replied, a little awkwardly I thought. Anyway, I relaxed in to the conversation and we talked for an hour about many things we'd covered in our email exchanges, silly things like favorite actors, books and films, and more serious issue like the current economic climate and the need for political intervention in controlling the economy. This was not the talk of two suitors flirting. It was the chat of friends with similar interests and intellect who were drawn to each other as on the common ground that each had an ex-spouse who'd acted awfully. Jackie drew the conversation towards an end by saying, "Well, it's been lovely talking with you. I love the fact you listen to what I have to say and we can stimulate each other's interest. It would be really nice to meet up, perhaps for a coffee." "I could come down to the city on the train and meet you," I volunteered, "it's only a 30 minute trip and we could go to one of the nice old tea rooms by the river." Jackie lived near the historic city of York and there were many quaint cafes and tea rooms amongst the ancient cobbled streets. "That would be great," she replied, "how about 11am next Thursday?" I didn't even need to look at my diary to say yes and the arrangements were made. As our meeting approached I was a little nervous, but reminded myself we were meeting as friends. Jackie was in a relationship, albeit an unhappy one, and I was newly single again and quite happy with that state. However, I had grown to like writing to Jackie and didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize a friendship that had grown over some six months now. My trip by train to York couldn't pass quickly enough. It took just 25 minutes for the train to cover the 60 miles from my home town and could do nothing but stare out of the window throughout the journey as my mind was whirring and I couldn't concentrate on the newspaper I bought at the station. In an effort to ensure I was punctual I actually got to our meeting point an hour ahead of time and so decided to wander through the Shambles, houses built in narrow streets in the middle ages. A narrow road, now traffic free, ran through the streets and the roofs of house on opposite sides of the street almost met above the road, giving the place a cozy, almost claustrophobic feel. Time ticked by and at the allotted hour I returned to the café where we'd agreed to meet. We had exchanged photos some time ago and we immediately recognized each other. I was immediately struck by how attractive I found Jackie. Her photos had not done her justice. She was about 5 foot 7, had dark brown hair that was naturally wavy and tumbled almost to her shoulders. She was of average build, perhaps a size 10-12 (UK) and stylishly dressed. We spent two hours over two coffees each talking mainly about our past and I couldn't help but feel a little out of my depth. Jackie was not only extremely good looking, but she was cultured and quite intellectual. I felt I must have come across as a bit of a caveman despite my professional status in my working life. We parted with a small hug and agreeing it would be nice to meet again, but I walked towards the railway station thinking, "You asshole, she was lovely and you acted like a dummy. I doubt we'll meet again and I'll be lucky if she wants to email me in the future let alone talk." I soon put these negative thoughts out of my mind as I reasoned it was the whole trauma of my ex-wife leaving and the divorce and suddenly being single after 18 years of marriage that left me insecure and lacking confidence. Besides, I met Jackie simply as a friend, for coffee. It wasn't like it was a date and I'd blown my chances. A few days later when I was checking my email inbox I noticed an email from Jackie which was short and read, "My friend Julie is 40 on 29th May. She is having a party which is being held in a local school hall. Julie, another friend and I have been practicing for a few weeks so we can do a couple of songs with the band that is playing at the party. It's a black tie do and you can come along if you like as my guest...." I emailed back and explained I would love to attend but would be struggling to get home after the party unless I drive. Jackie replied I should come by train, get a cab to the station and then could stay at her house after the party. I accepted her invitation and assumed I would get the spare room and wondered how her boyfriend would feel about me tagging along to the party as I was sure he would be going to watch Jackie sing. These thoughts didn't bother me too much as I reminded myself that Jackie was a friend and her relationship must be strong enough with her boyfriend that he accepts she has male as well as female friends. The day of the party arrived. I packed an overnight bag and my best dinner suit and was soon on the train to York. My plan was to change at the station and hop in a cab to the school hall and this plan went without a hitch, except that I had to call Jackie en route and get directions as the driver didn't know where the school was. When the cab pulled up at the school I got out, collected my bag and adjusted my bow tie before taking the plunge and joining the other guests who were filtering in to the hall. The women were all wearing formal evening dresses, many black or dark reds and blue and most strapless and knee length. The majority of guests were thirty-something though there were a handful of guys dressed as if they were schoolboys, very much like a certain heavy metal lead singer from a famous band. They wore short grey pants, shirts, school caps and burgundy blazers. This was of course the band. As I was about to enter the hall I noticed Jackie. She looked stunning in a knee length off the shoulder sleeveless black dress that highlighted her figure well. Black stockings and high heels finished off the look and I envied her boyfriend. "I'm glad you came," she said to me, giving me a lovely smile and small hug. The festivities soon began. The band was rather good and had a wide repertoire of songs designed to get people up and dancing. Food was served and I ate, sat with Jackie who just sipped water to keep her voice clean for her turn. When it came to it Jackie and her friend Liz carried Julie through the three songs they performed. It was easy to tell that Jackie and Liz were trained singer, though the birthday girl couldn't be faulted for her efforts. We spent the last hour of the show sipping red wine together and it dawned on me that Jackie's boyfriend was conspicuous by his absence. I didn't ask about this and assumed he must have stayed home to take care of Jackie's young daughter. The night was rounded off by one last song from Jackie and the girls which got a great deal of applause. When Jackie returned to where I sat I stood, gave her a congratulatory hug and a small kiss on the cheek. The band then played one last slow dance song and many couples smooched their way through this, though I remained in my seat wishing I had the courage to ask Jackie to dance. A friend of Jackie was giving us a ride back to Jackie's place and after leaving the party at midnight it took an hour to get there. We sat in the back of the car with another passenger who was to be dropped off on the way to Jackie's house. It was a little cramped and so Jackie's left thigh was in contact with my right thigh and I felt a tingle every time the car took a corner and she was pressed closer to me. When we arrived at her house, a terraced cottage in a small village, I noticed it was all in darkness. Jackie unlooked the front door and we went in. "Can I get changed out of this suit?" I asked as soon as we were inside. "Yeah, sure, just straight to the top of the stairs, first door you come to, just use that room and you can leave your bag in there," she replied. I crept quietly upstairs, not wanting to disturb her boyfriend and daughter. To my surprise the first door I came to opened on to what was clearly Jackie's room. I thought I must have made a mistake and went back out and tried the other two doors – a bathroom and a child's bedroom. My heart missed a beat as I realized we were there alone and I quickly changed in to a comfy sweat shirt and pair of jeans. When I got back downstairs Jackie had switched on her music system and opened a bottle of red wine. "I've put some of my groups music on for you to listen to," she explained, "I was a bit younger when I sang with them, of course, but hopefully it doesn't sound too dated. I am just going to change in to something a little more comfy myself. Help yourself to wine John." I made myself comfy on a large sofa and listened to the music whilst drinking a glass of wine which went down a little quickly as I soon felt nervous. To ease my tension I stood and had a look around the room. It was a typical living room in an English house. Ornaments were dotted about here and there along with framed photos of Jackie's daughter. The quality of the music system indicated Jackie was serious about listening experience. There was a well stocked bookshelf and next to which was small table on which a chess board was set up. Jackie returned as I was looking at this. Her change of clothes mirrored my own in that she had on a pair of faded jeans and hooded pink sweat top. These did nothing for her figure compared to the dress they replaced. "Do you play chess John?" "Not much recently, but I thought I was quite proficient when I was younger." "Oh, I could beat you I bet," Jackie challenged and so we I picked up small table with the chess board on it and moved it to the sofa. There was something surreal about this scenario and as we played a close game we finished the wine and started another bottle. Playing out to a draw we started again and Jackie started to make errors as her concentration dropped off as a result of the alcohol. I moved my queen to check-mate her a little too smugly and to my horror Jackie stood up and kicked the board off the table, causing the pieces to fly over the floor. I stood worrying she was upset and she simply pushed me backwards so I was seated again on the sofa, straddled my legs and started kissing me passionately. This was a surprise. Her tongue was inter-twined with my own and her firm breasts were pushing in to my chest. She smelled so lovely, intoxicating even and I was suddenly aware that I was developing an erection that pressed in to my jeans. I kissed Jackie behind the ear and down the neck, pulling her closer to me as I did so. I wondered if she could feel my erection through mine and her own jeans. As I continued to kiss her I felt for her breasts through her top and firmly groped each one, eliciting a moan to escape Jackie's lovely red lips. Our mouths met again in a passionate collision and then Jackie pulled away and lifted her sweat top over her head revealing a lovely pair of breasts, not over large, but with lovely pink nipples that were already standing up a little from the attention I had given them so far. She wasn't wearing a bra. I pulled her forward and bowed my head a little so I could take her right nipple in to my mouth. As I closed my lips around it and sucked I continued to squeeze her breast and could feel Jackie's arms wrap around my head to pull my face closer. My tongue made circular motions around her nipple interspersed with small, gentle bites and as I worked away I could feel her nipple stiffening further. Once it was erect I switched my attention to the left nipple and repeated the treatment. I then pulled Jackie further forward and lifted her so she was still straddling my legs but so I could kiss between her breasts and then work downwards in small kisses, traveling down her belly and stopping at the top of her jeans. I then continued to kiss, following the line of her jeans around to the left then around to the right. This must have pressed the right button as Jackie suddenly stopped me. "Take me upstairs and fuck me John," she panted, climbing off me as she said this. I stood up and followed her to the stairs and watched as she began to climb them. Her arse was lovely and rounded and as she climbed the steps she was undoing her jeans and beginning to ease them down. I began to climb myself and when we were both in the bedroom Jackie pulled her jeans all the way down, revealing a great pair of shapely, smooth legs and a skimpy pair of black knickers. She sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me to come towards her. I obeyed and she reached out so that when I was directly in front of her she began to unfasten my jeans which she immediately pushed down my legs along with shorts to reveal my erect penis. Carefully she pushed back my foreskin then leaned forward until the tip of my shaft was close enough for her to stick out her tongue which she used to flick lightly across the swollen red head. The pleasure almost made me fall in a faint. Jackie's touch was so gently and I was so excited that I had to fight the urge to come there and then. My task became more difficult however when Jackie took me in to her mouth and began to suck firmly, still teasing my knob with her tongue as she did this. I stood there, lost in a world of swooning emotion, not quite believing my luck. "Jackie, that's soooo nice," I cooed, "but you need to stop or I'll shoot". She let my stiff rod fall from between her red lips. The bedroom was only illuminated by light from the passage at the top of the stairs and in the half-light I took a second to drink in the sight before my eyes. Jackie sat there still on the edge of the bed. Smooth white skin, pink erect nipples atop ample but medium breasts that age had not caused to sag. The tiny trace of a pot belly and down to the treasure between her legs, a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair cleaned entirely away from around her vagina lips, covered by the flimsy, transparent material of her black knickers. "Lay back," I suggested softly, "it's my turn to give you some attention." Jackie did as she was told, with her legs still over the edge of the bed she laid back. I knelt at her feet and moved forward, taking he knees and spreading her legs a little further apart. Starting on the inside of her left knee I ran my tongue all the way up her left inner thigh, stopping just short of the bottom of her knickers, ignoring her crotch and then running it down the inside of her right thigh and coming to rest on her right knee. I then retraced the same track with small kisses. I could feel Jackie tense a little as I licked her again but this time let my tongue run over the material of her knickers, pushing down to contact her pubic patch. I licked up and down her thighs one more time and then gently eased her knickers aside to reveal her vagina. Her lips were slightly parted and as I leaned to kiss them I could smell the musty sweet smell of her excitement. I planted my lips on her hairless cunt lips and pressed and kissed. The Actress As I did this I felt Jackie's hands close on either side of my head and push my face forward. Carefully, I stuck out my tongue between her lips and searched out her clitoris. I had little trouble getting my tongue in and found what I was looking for very quickly as it stood proud of the surrounding damp folds. Holding her knickers aside with one hand I used the finger and thumb on my free hand to part her lips a little further and then made some large, exaggerated licks up and down her vagina, ending each one with more pressure on her clit. Jackie was starting to breathe faster as I started to concentrate more on her clit which sucked gently and licked hard between sucks. My saliva was mixing with her juices and she was really wet as her excitement grew. "You can do this to me all night," she purred as pushed my face as close as it would go to open honey pot from where I continued to lap up the feast. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door. I froze and Jackie's thighs clamped hard on to my head, crushing my ears in the process. My heart stopped and expected to hear shouting, but after only a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, we could hear knocks on other doors in the street as late night revelers made their way home. "I thought that must be your boyfriend," I said to Jackie when she relaxed and released my head from her vice like grip. "So did I for a second, but he's away so it couldn't have been. But what a surprise he would of got if it was him," she giggled. She then wriggled and pushed down her knickers. "Fuck me now John, fuck me. I want you and can't wait," she demanded, laying back on the bed and opening her legs wide. I half stood and leaned forward until my penis was just inches from her open vagina. I reached forward and eased my foreskin back a little and then pressed the tip of my knob between her open lips. Then ever so slowly I pushed it in. She was surprisingly tight around my modest 7 inch dick and when I was in half way up my shaft and I stopped and withdrew out a little. I repeated this slow stroke, going in a little deeper and then a little deeper until I was all the way in. "Is that good?" I asked Jackie as I began to pump in and out of her with a slow but firm rhythm. "Yes," she answered in a dreamy voice. I continued to pick up speed and as I did this Jackie began to thrust her hips upwards to meet my downward stroke and maximize the impact. "Fuck me harder, harder," she asked as the sensation of the moment began to take over my body again and I felt like I was in a dream like state of pleasure that I did not want to come to an end. As I thought off the urge to come I could feel Jackie starting to thrash about and then she suddenly stiffened, closed her legs around my waste and pulled me deep in to her, holding me their as her orgasm came. "Ok baby?" I asked and she kissed me in answer. "Let me turn over," Jackie then said and she I slowly withdrew from her at which point she moved on to all fours, kneeling on the bed and supporting her weight on her arms. "Now, fuck me hard from behind," she instructed. I moved closer and my shaft was soon imbedded in her wet pussy again. I placed one hand on each hip and as I thrust in to her I pulled Jackie back on to my cock as hard as I dare. Working like this it was long before I felt the urge to come myself and I had only just managed to say, "I can't stop myself Jackie, I'm going to come," when my dick jerked and began to spasm as my sperm filled her. After coming I gave a few more strokes as my erection began to die before slipping out of that lovely warm hole. We lay next to each other on the bed and fell asleep, waking about an hour later as the birds began to chirp outside announcing the arriving dawn. Jackie went off to the bathroom and I climbed under her duvet as it was feeling a little nippy. When Jackie came back in to the room she leaned close to me and whispered, "What would you think if I worse a nurses uniform?" I was a little taken aback by this question and mumbled, "I'm not sure, is it likely to happen?" Jackie went to the large wardrobe in the corner of the room and took out a suit bag. She then disappeared to the bathroom. When she returned she was wearing a short all-in-one white nurses outfit, figure hugging and open low at the front showing the edge of a white push up bra. The outfit was so short that I could see she was wearing white stockings and she had perched a small nurse's hat on her head, having tied her hair up in a bun. A fake stethoscope hung round her neck and the end of this sat between her breasts, and she had slipped on a pair of bright red high heeled shoes for effect. I felt my dick immediately grow hard again as Jackie came close to the bed and did a small twirl. "What do you think?" she asked. "I, I don't know what to say," I stammered. "Well, I better exam you," she suggested as she could see I genuinely was lost for words. She then pulled back the duvet and leaned over me running the stethoscope down my chest and stopping when she reached my crotch. "This looks a little sore," she observed as she pushed back my foreskin and looked at my swollen head. "I better suck the poison out of it." With that she began to suck my stiff penis for the second time. As she did this climbed on to the bed and straddled me, facing my feet so her arse was point to my face. She then moved backwards up my body then leaned forward so I her uniform rode up her body and I could see she wasn't wearing any pants but her stockings were held up by a garter belt. I didn't need an invitation and as Jackie sucked and wanked my cock I started licking her pussy and periodically swapped my tongue for a finger. Jackie would wriggle from time to time and on one occasion my tongue slipped from her crack and moved dangerously close to her back passage. When I moved it away she showed her disappointment with a sigh and so I licked back towards her tight little but hole and then let my tongue dance across it a few times. Jackie, still sucking me put her hands back, grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled them apart so her arse opened. As my tongue pushed in Jackie pushed herself back so my tongue could penetrate a little deeper. Her hole soon quite wet from my saliva and plucking up some courage I poked the tip of my right index finger in to it. I hesitated in case Jackie objected but she responded by grabbing my hand and pushing so my finger went deeper. Now, gently fucking her arse with one finger on my right had, I used my left hand to rub Jackie's pussy. This made her wild with excitement and she spat out my cock as she moaned. "Put two fingers in me," she suddenly begged and I complied. In what seemed like moments Jackie came to another orgasm, her juices flowing down my left hand. When this subsided she flopped off my fingers, disengaging both her holes. Turning now to face me Jackie pulled her uniform top down and she eased her tits so the tops of them and her nipples were visible out of her push up bra. She then straddled me again, this time facing me, so she could lower herself on to my iron-hard erection. I was laid flat and Jackie was in an upright position, knees each side of my ribs. As my cock disappeared up her pussy she began to ride me, rising from her hips and soon working me in to frenzy such that as she came down on top of my cock I thrust upwards in to her. I was transfixed to watch as she bounced up and down and at the same time played with her tits with one had and managed to rub the top of her pussy with the other. I was almost at the point of ejaculating when she suddenly stopped and lifted off me. Kicking off her shoes she stood on the bed. I backed up unsure of what she was doing until I reached the head board and continued to back in to a sitting position, my back against the padded headboard. Jackie came closer and then bent her knees so her crotch was at the same level as my face. "Put a finger up my arse again," she said. I did this, putting my right forefinger up in her tight hole again. It was a little dry so I pulled it out, spat on it and tried again. "Now, fuck me and I'll come on your face," she explained. I gently began to ease my finger in and out of her arse. As I did this Jackie pulled open her pussy and her right index and middle fingers went high in to her crack so she could rub what I guessed was her G-spot. She did this she used the middle finger on her left hand to stroke her clit whilst the other fingers held her lips open. Again I could smell Jackie's scent as she was so close to me. I yearned to reach out and pull her pussy on to my face, but stuck to the task I been given. Jackie's stroking and rubbing and probing increased in pace and she then suddenly stopped and I was struck in the face by a warm jet of liquid shortly followed by a second and a third. I couldn't resist any longer and pulled Jackie's crotch on to my face and lapped hungrily on her gaping pussy, feeling the warm, acrid liquid run down my neck. Licking the last drops off and feeling Jackie flinch each time my tongue touched her clit, I grabbed my cock and jerked myself off, shooting my own load after just a few strokes and cursing myself for my weakness. Weak for our exploits and a lack of sleep we both collapsed in a heap on the bed and slept until mid morning. After bathing together and not being able to avoid a quick fuck in the kitchen over the table whilst making breakfast, I left to catch my train home and avoid being around when Jackie's boyfriend brought her daughter back. I told her how much I enjoyed myself and we agreed we would see each other again. However, she was going away for a week and would phone me when she got back. During that time I was going crazy thinking about Jackie. I wanted to speak to her, to call her every day and tell her I missed her and wanted so badly. A week passed and then a fortnight and then a month and I didn't hear from Jackie. I sent a few emails and texts and felt really low. It hit me then that I was becoming obsessed with this woman after just one night of passion. I spotted the trap and could understand that perhaps she driven these other men who had more of her in to frenzy. I walked away, avoiding the trap and never saw her again. The Actress When she got the call from the agency, Alexa had jumped for joy. She could not believe she had landed this role. It was a dream come true. Now all she had to do was find the studio. She felt incredibly lost in the maze of buildings. Just as Alexa was about to give up, she found it. She entered Stage 16 and was met by the director, Bill Westman. "Let me give you a quick tour of the place before we get started. I always like my cast to be comfortable in their surroundings," said Bill. "Thank you, Mr. Westman," said Alexa. "There's no need to call me Mr. Westman. Bill is just fine," said Bill. They continued to walk around the soundstage and Bill pointed out specific aspects of the production. When the tour ended Bill asked, "So what do you think of our little production?" "I am honored to be a part of it," Alexa said. "If you step into my office we can make this official," Bill said. When Bill and Alexa entered Bill's office, Alexa was amazed. She had expected a make shift office with maybe a metal desk and a few mismatched desk chairs. Instead she was faced with pure opulence. The desk was made of solid oak and the chairs were plush. There was even a little area with a couch and a small table. "Just take a seat anywhere. I'll be with you in a moment. I need to get the contract out of my desk drawer," Bill said. He then walked around the other side of his desk and bent down. Alexa took a seat on the couch. It was so comfortable. She had this sudden desire to kick off her shoes and stretch out. She didn't dare though. This was a business meeting and she needed to act professionally. Finally Bill came out from behind his desk. She was not only carrying Alexa's contract. He was also carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "I thought after you sign your contract we could have a little champagne to celebrate," Bill said. He placed the champagne bottle as well as the two glasses down on the table. Then he handed the pen to Alexa. As Alexa signed the contract, Bill popped the cork on the champagne. "Let's have a toast," said Bill. He poured two glasses and handed one to Alexa. He raised his glass, "Here's to an amazing production." Just as they were about to clink glasses, Alexa's glass tipped forward and spilled all over the front of Bill's pants. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Alexa said. She grabbed some tissues from her purse and began patting the front of Bill's pants. "I'm so clumsy." She continued to pat down the front of his pants. "Alexa stop," Bill said. "Why? If I don't get it all out it's going to stain," Alexa said. "Alexa, it's okay. I always have a spare pair of pants just in case. Bill got up and went to a small coat closet. He stripped off his pants. Alexa could not help but sneak a peek at Bill's butt. He had the perfect rear. "Do you see something you like?" asked Bill. Alexa blushed. "What could you possibly mean?" "Don't play coy with me. I saw you checking out my ass," said Bill. He walked back over to the couch and sat down. "This just feels so strange. I never expected to be attracted to you. I feel a little silly," Alexa said. "Don't feel silly. You are not the only one who was hiding an attraction. You are hot. I have been having trouble staying professional," Bill said. He slid closer to Alexa on the couch. Alexa backed up until she reached the arm of the couch. She gulped. "I'm not sure if this is proper. After all you are my boss." "I understand. It might be better if we just got it out of our system," Bill said as he leaned in to capture her mouth. When they broke the kiss, Alexa could barely breathe. Just when her breathing was returning to normal, Bill leaned in for another kiss. This time Alexa wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back onto the arm of the couch. This pulled Bill down on top of her. Even though she was still fully clothed, she could feel every muscle of his well toned body upon her own. Bill's hands found the buttons of Alexa's blouse and slowly slipped them open. As he worked his way down, Bill admired Alexa's body as if he was unwrapping a present. He could not believe how beautiful she was. From her supple breasts to her gorgeous legs, Bill truly wondered what he had done to deserve this. All of this attention was causing Alexa's nipples to stand at attention. It was also causing a wonderful sensation in between her legs. The way that Alexa was looking at him was causing his cock to become hard as a rock. When she slid his boxers down, his cock jumped out into her hand. As she slid her hands up and down his shaft, he felt as if he might explode. He slowly pushed off of Alexa. "If you keep this up I'm going to explode right here on this couch." Then he slowly slid his hands up her legs to her wet lips. As soon as he reached the apex of her legs, she began to shutter. This feels amazing she thought to herself. In the middle of one of her moments of shuttering, she felt him slowly insert his throbbing cock into her wet lips. At first, he started out so slowly. Then he picked up the pace. Alexa met him thrust for thrust. Suddenly Bill grabbed onto Alexa. She could feel his heat pouring into her like hot magma. Afterwards they lay in each others arms for a while. A short time later, they both decided it was time to leave. "I'll see you on set bright and early tomorrow morning," Bill said. "See you tomorrow," Alexa replied and walked out the office door. The Actress and the Writer This may come as a shock, but I'm a writer. More accurately, I'm a screenwriter. A few years ago I wrote a screenplay that some friends managed to scrape some money together to film, and my friend who directed it had enough raw, amazing talent that the film was a hit on the indie circuit. It got all of us noticed. The actors got gigs in Hollywood, I got an IMDB listing, and my director friend was hard at work on his next film, this time financed by someone else. And written by someone else, but that didn't hurt my feelings because he was such a wonderful person I was just happy for him. Me on the other hand, I got a call from an agent in Hollywood, since I hadn't bothered to get one yet. Only this one represented an actress who also produced her own movies. I'm not going to tell you her name, but let's just call her Jenna. You'd know her to see her. She's been in a million things and was someone who I considered to be one of the most seductive women on the big screen. And she most certainly was not a lesbian, unlike her new writer. I had flown down to Los Angeles to meet with her, since she thought my writing on that little independent movie was exactly the kind of thing she was looking to make, and we became fast friends. The fact that I was a lesbian didn't seem to bother her, thankfully, and we spent two months fleshing out a story she had, with me doing the writing naturally. At times it was hard, but I was loving every minute of her. Er, I mean it. Yeah, the process. Hanging out with this beautiful, leggy actress was fun, I have to admit, and many a night were spent in masturbatory bliss with her face in my imagination. My hand had been my lover for a couple of years, since my last one hadn't ended all that well and frankly I didn't know a single damned person in la-la land. Except for my lovely, incredible actress. We spent so much time together that we did in fact become very close, despite the fact that our writing sessions barely lasted an hour or two a day, depending on what else was happening at her production company. Always a dozen projects in the air it seemed. During the time we were writing the screenplay, she had broken up with her famous boyfriend, though I didn't know why. She talked about it with me several times, but they seemed like they were a good couple. I had a little trouble understanding what the issue was. Until that Friday. That wondrous, magical Friday. I am most certainly not a social animal, so I didn't get out much. Jenna took it on herself to make sure I felt welcome in the film community, and included me in many meetings that I thought under normal circumstances the writer would not have been invited to. She had also taken to inviting me over to her place on the weekends, just to hang out, ostensibly to work on the script, and have a couple of glasses of wine. Sometimes more than a couple. Then that Friday. As we walked into the surprisingly modest house, she said she was going to grab a quick shower and asked me to pour us both a glass. I did. And for a moment, I considered taking care of business while I imagined her soaping herself up only a couple dozen feet from me. Considered, but decided against it. It would provide enough fantasy for me later on, I thought. "God that feels better," she said a few minutes later as she walked into the living room, wearing a rather clingy silk robe, barely long enough to cover her. I smiled and looked away, bashful as ever. "You're killing me," I said. "What?" "Jenna, you're wearing a sexy gown overtop an even sexier body. You'll be lucky if you don't have to get your couch cleaned." She laughed, then sat down beside me and grabbed her wine. I love her laugh. "I think you need to get laid." She was right of course, but who didn't? "Oh shut up," I said with a smile. Suddenly she turned to look at me, serious. "Listen, I have a very important question for you, and I want you to be completely honest with me." "Uh, okay." "Are you in love with me?" The room spun, and I tried not to be nauseous when I turned my head to look at her, the glass of wine already halfway to my lips. That was a loaded question. Dangerous. "That is a completely unfair question," I answered honestly. "and I refuse to answer on the grounds of self incrimination!" She placed her glass on the table and took mine and did the same. Then to my surprise she straddled me and forced me to look her in the eye, which was difficult because her gown which had not done a fantastic job of covering her had come apart at the bottom, and I knew if I looked I would see heaven. She took my head in her hands. "I'm serious. Are you in love with me." "Jesus, Jenna," was all I could muster. I paused, but she was not relenting, continuing to see through me with those beautiful brown eyes. "Okay, fine, yes, I am madly hopelessly incredibly in love with you. There! Are you happy?" I did not expect her to smile. And I certainly did not expect her to kiss me. My God, that kiss. Soft, sensual, warm, intense and gentle at the same time. I was melting. I'm sure it was only a few seconds, but after what seemed like a minute she relented and sat back a little. "But," I stammered, "Jen, you're not a lesbian..." She smiled again. "Nope, but I seem to have fallen in love with my new writer." My head was swimming. Did she just say she was in love with me? I couldn't believe it. My ears were ringing, my heart racing, and she just looked at me with that sweet smile on her face, that smile that said everything was okay, reassuring me. There wasn't a hint of fear or question. My confusion must have shown on my face, because she laughed. "Angela, don't worry! I'm not playing a game with you! I'm being quite painfully honest." And to prove it she kissed me again, and this time I kissed back. I drank in the feel of her supple lips against mine, and when her tongue rubbed against my teeth I moaned. I was starting to get wet. After a moment we separated. I looked her in the eyes, then smiled a mischievous smile. Without taking my eyes off her face, I reached for the belt keeping her excuse for a house coat closed. She bit her lip, but didn't say anything, and with a tug her silk gown was open. Finally I looked down as I pulled the gown aside, and marvelled at her breasts. Smaller than I expected, and natural, maybe that's why she hadn't shown them on screen. I loved them, and I proceeded to show her how much. The second I popped one of her nipples in my mouth her breath caught, and as my tongue started flicking at the warm bud her breathing became laboured, heavy. I continued to the other nipple and let my hand take over the one I had just left. Delicious, I played with it with tongue, lips, nose, cheek. I looked at it, examined it, never letting her come down, just long enough to admire it, then back in my mouth it went. I decided to test my boldness. With one hand on her breast, my mouth on the other, my right arm was free. I could see Jenna with her head back, eyes closed, panting. I did the only thing a sensible lesbian would do. I put my right index finger up her vagina as far as it would go. I didn't offer any warning, any foreplay, I wanted to see how wet she was. She was pretty damned wet. I did shock her though, and she jerked her head up and looked at me. I stopped momentarily, thinking I might have gone too far. But she didn't saying anything, so I went ahead and started rubbing her insides with a wiggle of that finger. She kissed me, breathless, digging her fingernails into my shirt. In seconds I could feel her clench as she came. I withdrew my finger and gently rubbed her vagina from base to clitoris, letting her come down gently. After a while her breathing slowed and she stared me in the eyes. "Wow," was all she said, then she kissed me again, but I wasn't done with her yet. I guided her to lay down on the couch and laid on top of her, kissing her and grinding, her naked and me still fully clothed but I didn't care if I got her juices all over me. Slowly I made my way down her body, kissing and licking every inch of her, paying special attention to those luscious perky nipples, teasing them, sucking them into my mouth and letting my tongue massage them. But that wasn't what I wanted. I made my way down, licking that ridiculously flat stomach of hers until I reach my goal. The scent was intoxicating, that musty smell that always made my heart speed up. Ever so gently I nuzzled her pussy, pushing my nose past the tiny patch of fur until it touched her clitoris. I could hear her take a sharp breath when I did. Then my tongue went to work, slowly making it's way up and down the length of her vagina, tickling the clitoris when I reached the top, my pace ever quicker. I was drunk with her sex, there was no other way to put it. Sucking and licking, I simply could not get enough and finally brought a finger into play as well, thrusting into her as my mouth concentrated on that warm nub. I honestly don't know how many times she came, but my first orgasm was pretty fucking amazing. I can usually come just from eating a girl out. When I decided she'd had enough, I made my way up her and kissed her deeply, letting her suck her juices from my face. She sucked hungrily, and that only made me hotter. Some women don't like the taste of their cum, but it always turned me on when they did. She smiled at me. "I think maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable my love?" My love. She said my love. Hell, she could have told me we were going bowling naked after that and I would have followed her. As it was she led me to the bedroom. Biting her lip, she started undressing me as we stood there, beside the bed, feeling me up as she did. Shirt, bra, suck on my nipples, holy fuck did that feel good, fumbling with my pants as she did, I almost tore them off trying to help her. I had come, but I wanted more. I wanted to see her face in my pussy. Holy fuck, the idea of it almost made me come again right there. Pants and panties removed we were finally on the bed, Jenna straddling me and playing with my breasts. She leaned down and kissed me. "I think it's my turn," she said with a mischievous smile. She made her way down, stopping to pay some attention to my nipples. I didn't know at that point if she'd ever been with a woman, but she was pretty good with the tongue. But God, my pussy was aching, and thankfully she moved on, licking her way down my belly. When she reached my pussy she spread my legs and examined it, fascinated but...something else too. "I know what you're thinking," I said to her. "It happened to me too." "What?" "You're thinking that as soon as you lick that pussy, that's it, there's no going back, you are at the very least bisexual and quite possibly a lesbian. It's a big deal. It stopped me cold when I was faced with my first pussy." She considered that for a moment. Looked like I'd guessed right. "What did you do?" "I realized I was in love," I shrugged. And apparently it was all she needed, because she smiled at me then went in face first. Holy fucking fuck, let me tell you the feel of her mouth, tongue, breath, nose, chin on my pussy sent me into the fucking stratosphere. First pussy or not, she was not only good at it, she was having fun. I fucking love it when they have fun doing it. I came, and came and came and came, and when I would look up to see her face down there, I could tell she was smiling, and I came again. It was exhausting, exhilarating. At some point she stopped and came up to lay beside me, laying a gentle kiss on my cheek as I continued breathing heavily. I turned to her, looked her in the eyes, then drank deeply of those luscious lips, tasting myself in the process. It was heavenly. We laid there for a while, talking about nothing, everything, coming down from that high. Idle chat to occupy the time while we both considered what had happened. Was it a one time only? Was this to be what my memories would replay in the years to come? Finally, as she lay there embracing me, her leg straddled across me, she looked me in the eyes once more from across the pillow. "I love you." I couldn't respond. My eyes welled up and my heart got caught in my throat. All I could do was kiss her. That was a couple years ago, and we have been together since. I love her more now than I did then, though she hasn't "come out" yet. I don't care. She doesn't have to, not for me. I participate in the parades, she doesn't (though she really wants to one day) and that's okay, I am truly happy just to be able to call her my lover and, even if the eyes of the government aren't always on our side, my wife. Our friends know, of course, and someday someone's going to write about it in "Out" magazine. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.