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Showing It All

By: strokin31301



I could feel the urge building inside me, the urge to jack off in public and do it so I might get caught. Where to go is the first step, where else but the local Super-Wal-Mart parking lot during the day. Wow I was getting hot just thinking about it. I grabbed my bottle of hand lotion, car keys and headed out.

I put on shorts, looses ones, and no underwear to make it easy to get to my cock. First I wanted women to see my hard on and not get in trouble for indecent exposure. After arriving at my place to do my deed, (Wal-Mart). I decided to go walk around the store for a little while.

The fist thing I noticed is that there were so many hotties there. I was just going to walk around that store picking out my prey. Keeping myself hard, I would go into isles that some women were in and adjust myself, so there would be no way to miss that I had a ragging hard. I walked down the isles. Using my peripheral view I could watch as one or two of the women would notice. They got that smirk on their face, half laugh, and half smile. I just kept going about my business acting like I didn't notice. 

Wow what a turn on being in public with a ragging hard on and the women around me looking, being that I had no underwear on they could see the outline of my cock. It was sticking straight out in front of me 7 ½ inches, how could they not notice? After a few minutes or so I would move on to show other unexacting women. The best are the younger ones around 18 years old with their friends cause they aren't quite about it. They tell their friends and will stay around you and just watch, point and giggle and follow you I guess being that they may have not seen too many hard cocks in their lives yet. Well I continue this till I can't take it any more and have to jack myself off

Now there has been times that I would go into the clothes section and just use my pre-cum for my lube and jack my ragging hard on while watching the women look through clothes just a few away and blow my nut all over the floor. 

This one time this girl had to know what I was doing she kept looking over towards me and when my eyes got real wide cause I was cumming she just smiled with that "Wow did that guy just cum for me" look on her innocent face.

Well today was not one of those days, so I headed for the door I kept my hard on pointing straight out for all to see as I left the store and headed for my car. Once at my car I reclined my seat raised the steering wheel, pulled off my shorts got some lotion and started stroking my cock. I started moving my mirrors so I could see in every direction. I didn't want any men to see me just women like in the store the best are the younger ones who have never seen a man masturbate before but any women would do now. Well as I am stroking my cock I see two hotties coming my way, they have one of those Astro van things perfect it's just the right height for them to watch and it's right next to me on the left.

It felt like it took a hundred years for them to unload the bags from the cart into the back of the van, but then there she was walking to her door the passager one after putting the cart in it's bin and it was just 2 feet from me. I squinted my eyes so I could just barley see and to her it must have looked like they were closed. She noticed oh my god I almost blew my nut right there but I held on. She climbed in the van and must have told her friend cause they never left, the van just was sitting their, out of the corner of my eye I could see both of them looking straight at me giggling and watching me stroke my cock.

I kept it nice and slow for them, up and down my shaft, then up and twist a little when I would reach my head…..Then down again…I wanted them to watch me cum boy they were in for a show today; I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to last. I had these two watching, pointing and laughing at me stroking my cock and it was such a freaking turn on…. I know they had to be loving this since they were glued to the window and it was getting steamed up from their breath, they had to keep wiping it so they could see.

I kept stroking my cock for about 5-min as they watched and when I was ready to cum I would stop. I was starting to get real bold and would open my eyes and look around acting like I was making sure nobody was around. I would make sure not to look their way that was hard. I wanted to just look at them sooooo bad. 

After I came down from the point of no return. I would start my stroking again up the shaft to the head give a little twist at my head then back down. This time I was going to cum for them, and when I did I had something for these two. 

I could feel it building up; my balls were getting real tight up against me. It was going to be cumming soon. I stroked faster and faster, my hand was becoming a blur just as I felt my cum rushing up my shaft to spurt I opened my eyes let out an "oh my god yes" turned and looked them straight in both of there onlooking eyes. Their mouths dropped open, they were frozen in place as my cum smacked off the center of my steering wheel.

When I had milked the last drop out of my cock. I leaned up and licked it off the steering wheel while keeping an eye on both of them as I did it. Their mouths dropped open further and I could see the one mouthing the words "Holy shit look at that he's eating his own cum" after I had cleaned most of it off and swallowed my cum I mouthed words to them "Thank You and Have a great Day" 

I raised my seat started my car and began to back out without putting my clothes back on. They backed out right behind me. I snaked my way out of the parking lot and in my mirror I could see that they had every intention of following me to where ever I was going. I put on my turn signal to turn left onto the main road. They followed suit, they continued to follow towards my home they did keep their distance. I guess so if they changed their minds they could and didn't want me to know they were following me. But all I knew was that I was getting hard again just thinking about what might happen. Then...

Showing it All by Lady grey



Logan Parker looked across his desk at the stunningly attractive woman sitting opposite him and shook his head.

"Blair! We can't go on like this. That's the forth we've lost in two months."

He looked at the letter on his desk-- another resignation. It would mean that Cole would have to step in yet again. Thank God for queers, he thought to himself. Well, at least he wasn't in danger.

"I'll get in touch with the agents and see what we can come up with. But for God's sake, can't you keep your hands off them for a few weeks at least? We've only got two months of the tour left.

Blair smiled. "I'll try, my darling, but you know how I love them so much, with their lithe strong bodies." Her body writhed on the seat in a suggestive manner and Logan could only smile. Blair Angel was a witch, a stunningly beautiful man eating witch, with an insatiable desire for young men: attractive, strong, young men. Blair had first made her name twenty years ago, when as an up and coming starlet, she found she could use her attractive body to open doors. It was reported that she had sucked more dick and swallowed more cum than any other actress in Hollywood. But she hadn't sucked the dicks of just any men, only the ones with the power and position to get her what she wanted. Actually, she was quite a good actress and she worked hard at it. Her major attribute was her body. It was awesome and she didn't mind showing it off. 

Well, not as long as there were people around to admire it. Of course the studios took advantage of this, and gave the public what they wanted. In almost every part she appeared in, her skirts were shorter than everyone else's, her cleavage was more exposed, and she never raised any objection when asked to appear naked, "I don't mind exposing my body to the camera as long as it is relevant to the part I'm being asked to play," was her favorite quote. 

In almost every part she had played, from starlet, through to bit parts, then supporting actress, and even to starring roles, the parts she played always demanded that she appear on the screen naked in at least one scene. Her fans loved her. She was the woman of many young men's wet dreams as they rubbed their throbbing cocks while looking at pictures of Blair naked in the centerfold of Playboy and other like magazines. But now, twenty years on, her fame had started to fade. She had made an incredible amount of money from the film industry at the height of her popularity. She could demand $1,000,000 per film, but bad investments and even worse advice had seen her fortune diminish, and young and attractive willing starlets were now more available than ever.

In her forties she had acquired a taste for young men. She no longer had to suck the smelly cocks and spread her legs for tired old studio executives. Now she could indulge herself with athletic young men. There were always young men around Hollywood who were quite willing to allow their strong young bodies to be used by aging stars trying to regain the passions of their youth. The problem was they were demanding: money, designer clothes, jewelry, and even cars. They had to look the part, and with little money coming in apart from some royalties, her wealth was slowly being sucked away.

Things came to a head about a year ago when her accountant came to see her and told her the bad news. Unless she found some new money, there were bleak days around the corner. He showed her, her last month's accounts. She had overspent yet again on his advised spending limit. "This item here," he said. "$200,000 for a Ferrari! Did you have to buy that?"

She smiled sweetly. "It was for Darling Jordon," she said. "He so wanted one."

Jordon was her latest 'house boy.' That's what the press called them. He had been with her for three months, but now she knew he was tiring of her and the Ferrari had been her last ditch attempt to keep him under her roof and in her bed.

She had actually listened to her accountant. She wasn't stupid and she knew something must be done. She called her agent and asked him to come over. Samuel Dire dropped everything when he got a call from Blair. He over the years had made a lot of money having her on his books. It had brought other work in. When you are an agent for a successful star, everybody wants to be on your books. 

That afternoon they sat around her pool and discussed things. It had been over two years since her last film, and that had not been a big success. Samuel shrugged. "I don't really know what to suggest, Blair. I will look around. I've a few guys who owe me favors."

She smiled. "I know you will do your best. I know you are one of the few guys in this town I can still trust."

It's strange how things work out. Samuel was eating in his favorite Italian restaurant, Café Angelino's on West 3rd street. He loved the place: great home made food and away from the crowd. He pushed an empty plate away and sighed. He could eat here every day, but he needed to think about his waist line. It wasn't getting any smaller.

Suddenly there was a slap on his back. "Samuel, you old rogue, I didn't know you came here?" He looked up. It was Phillip Beck, a well known stage show producer. "Do you know you are just the man I want to see? Can I sit down?" 

Samuel offered him a seat and they sat and chatted for a few minutes. Then Phillip suddenly asked, "Have you still got Blair Angel on your books?"

Samuel grinned. "I sure have. In fact I was over chatting with her only yesterday."

"Great," Phillip said. "Is she doing anything at the moment?"

"Nothing apart from getting fucked and ripped off by a few young studs."

Phillip smiled. He knew of Blair's reputation. "I have an interesting proposal for her. I wondered if she would be interested." He went on to explain that he had been contacted by a client, a British guy, who wanted to put on a stage play. He was a long time fan of Blair, and had made himself incredibly rich in the IT business. He wanted to spend some of that cash bringing back Blair to her adoring public. "The guy's just nuts on her," Phillip said.

Samuel was certainly interested. "What's the play he wants her to do?"

Phillip smiled. "It's Paul Simon's, 'The Graduate'."

Samuel nodded. "And I guess he wants her to play Mrs. Robinson." Samuel slowly shook his head. "I don't know if she will go for it. Appearing naked on the screen is one thing, but on the stage-- that's another. In the live theatre things are out of her control. You can't have a closed set in the theatre."

Phillip looked at Samuel. "Will you at least put it to her? Money's no object, and it's a proposed European tour, starting in the UK: the best theatres, best hotels."

The next day Samuel was again sitting by Blair's pool and she was listening intently to what he was telling her. She immediately felt excited about the whole thing. It was something new in her life. She was moving on again; she had never done live theatre. Yes, she would do it. Of course there were some points she needed to sort out. "But you will do those for me won't you?" she said, patting Samuel gently on the knee. 

Things moved quickly after that. She met the shows backer, Walter Brackman, for dinner along with Phillip and Samuel at The London in West Hollywood, one of the town's best restaurants. This elegant and extremely expensive restaurant was part owned and presided over by the renowned British chef, Gordon Ramsey.

The food and the service were superb. Walter was a little overwhelmed at last to be in the presence of his life long fantasy woman, but she made him feel more like a life long friend than an almost total stranger. 

Things got busy after that: contracts to sign, theatres to book. Samuel put his best team onto it. Blair had read the script and the only two things she demanded was that she had some say in who played the part of Benjamin, the part Dustman Hoffman played in the successful film, and she had some control in the nude scenes. "I don't mind doing the scenes," she said. "In fact I'm quite looking forward to it, but I don't want some perverted stage hand taking pictures and flogging them to the media. I want good security. And if some young guy's going to roll around in bed with me, I want to have a say in who he is,"

Phillip agreed with her on both these points. In the end she was pleased when she closed the house up and was driven to the airport for her journey to London. She had been a little reluctant to get rid of Jordon, but she was tiring of him and his constant demands. He had wanted to come along with her, but she had decided that there were probably a lot more fish in the sea-- probably younger and more exciting fish, and with her having some say in who played the part of Benjamin, it was like the tables were turned. As up and coming stars, they might have to eat her pussy if they wanted the part.

She had not been to the UK in several years, not since she had done a couple of her films over there. On her drive through London to the hotel, she saw that the city was as busy and as vibrant as ever. She was staying at the Ritz, and when her rented limo pulled up outside, a uniformed doorman was quick to open the car door for her. She was pleased when the man instantly recognized her. "Welcome to the Ritz in London, Miss Angel," he said with a big smile. His smile was even broader when he saw the large tip she pressed into his hand. 

Her suite was sumptuous, and the maid supplied by the hotel carefully unpacked and hung her clothes for her. She got a call from Samuels's agent in London, a guy called Logan Parker, to say that he had arranged for them to meet for dinner in the restaurant at the Ritz later that evening.

Over dinner, Logan went through all the details regarding the rehearsals, the costume fittings, and the castings which he understood she had asked to have a hand in. Blair smiled. "I don't want to cast the whole bloody show," she said. "It's just the part of Benjamin. There are so many queers in the theatre game these days. I don't want to go to have to go to bed with one even if it is only on stage." She saw Logan squirm uncomfortably on his chair and she realised she had hit a nerve. "I've nothing against you guys being gay," she said, "but I can't understand why you prefer sticking your wiener up somebody's bum hole when there are so many delightful pussies around."

She was relieved when Logan smiled. "It's everyone to their own taste," he said with a broad grin.

Logan had been working hard on her behalf, and he had already arranged photo shoots and even a couple of TV interviews on prime time shows, as well as a couple of news conferences. The casting for the play, he told her, was going to take place early next week so she had several days off before things really got busy.

On Monday she met up with Logan and he took her to meet the director and producer of the play and some of the permanent staff that would be working on the show. Dave Banks, the director, greeted her and said it was his lifetime's ambition to work with her. Craig, the producer, was a young up and coming producer with a couple of hits to his credit already.

Dave explained that most of the other members of the cast had been short listed and he had arranged a casting session for the part of Benjamin the following day. After that they could get down to rehearsals. "Opening night is only a month away." 

They had booked a suite at the Ritz for the castings, an unusual move, but Blair wanted it done that way. She had gotten them to arrange a buffet so that she could meet the twelve applicants, which would then be weeded down to two, one for the part and the other for a understudy.

When she walked into the suite with Dave and Craig, the twelve young men turned and applauded. She smiled her thanks, then she spent an hour chatting with them finding out about their lives and their interests. By the time it was ready for the casting, she had managed to get her choice down to three. The men had been asked to bring swimming shorts along with them and read the part from the pool scene. This again had been Blair's choice, giving her a chance to see them stripped down.

One by one the guys came through and did their bit. They were all quite good, and some were exceptional, including the three she had short listed. One of them particularly took her eye, a guy called Jim Broad. His American accent was good even though he came from the north of England, and she also liked the interesting size of the packet he was carrying in his shorts. As it was, Jim was also the choice of Dave, so things were settled quickly. Ten of them went away disappointed while Jim and another guy called Aron were signed up.

Later that day, Logan had arranged for Blair and Jim to be seen together in the VIP room at Stringfellows, a trendy London night spot. Blair was delighted to find Jim extremely good company. He didn't seem in awe of her as a mega star, and was interested in her life as shown by the fact he knew all her movies. He also looked quite striking in his trendy designer outfit. He was quite happy to stay with her when the others left, and it was almost 2AM before they left in a taxi.

As they chatted on the way back to the Ritz, Blair casually placed her hand on his leg, and when he did not appear to mind, she stroked it gently. Arriving back at the hotel, she was pleased when he accepted her invitation for a nightcap. Paying off the taxi, he gallantly escorted her up to her suite.

Once up in the suite, she told him to make up some drinks while she got into something more comfortable. Those were famous words, Jim thought to himself, as he helped himself to a large scotch. He was over the moon about landing the part in the play and to be on stage with someone like Blair Angel was more than he could have hoped for. Before that, he only managed two smaller supporting roles and a couple of minor parts in TV films. Since he had applied for the part as Benjamin, he had secured the video and watched the Dustin Hoffman film several times. 

As he watched the nude scenes, he wondered just what it would be like to be there on stage with Blair when she played the part.

Like every red blooded male in the country, Jim had seen Blair's naked body many times on film and in magazines--those increasable breasts, a sight to behold. He smiled to himself at the thought that in one of the scenes, he might even get the chance to touch them. He remembered the scene between Hoffman and Anne Bancroft when she suddenly appeared naked.

His thoughts were interrupted by Blair returning. "I'll have a vodka martini, please," she said. 

He turned towards the voice uttering the famous line, "Shaken-- not stirred," in a reasonable resemblance of a Bond voice. Then he saw her and stared, mouth open. She had changed from her evening wear into a silk wrap, an extremely thin silk wrap, and by the look of the sharp imprint of her nipples pushing against the silk, she was wearing very little under it. He suddenly felt extremely warm and turned back to the mini bar, and prepared her drink. He handed it to her, trying hard not to look at the straining nipples, She sipped on the drink with those luscious red lips and smiled. "Not bad, not bad at all." Then she placed the glass down on the marble fireplace. "I wanted you to come up to my room because I have something I want you to see." She spoke in her soft sexy voice that he remembered from so many of her films. Jim looked at her a little puzzled.

She smiled and pulled on the tie of her wrap. It slipped undone. Immediately, as the wrap fell open, he saw that his assumption was correct. She was wearing nothing under the wrap. She eased it from her shoulders and it slipped down her body forming a blue silken pool around her feet. Blair Angel stood before him naked. "My God," he gasped, "you are beautiful."

Those breasts he has seen in pictures so many times stood out firmly, drooping only slightly, incredible for a woman of 43. He stared at the dark areoles and hard stubby nipples, then down to her stomach only slightly rounded. It was smooth and without strain lines that you would normally see on women of her age. His eyes moved down to her pussy, smooth and hairless, the shaded cleft just visible as it disappeared between her thighs. Her legs were long and shapely and the mules she still had on her feet matched the silk of her discarded wrap. "By the look on your face, I guess you like what you see," she said in her soft sexy drawl.

He nodded, unable to find words.

"I thought you ought to see me like this before we get on stage, and by the look of your reaction, I guess I was right," she smiled. "And as I guess you are going to see me butt naked every night for the next few months, I thought we ought to get the surprise over as soon as possible." She reached for her glass and took a sip of her drink before replacing the glass.

Jim watched her, still speechless, looking for words as she moved towards him, her breasts moving only slightly with the movements of her body. She stood close to him. He could smell the heady scent of her perfume, Chanel No. 5 he guessed from the adverts he had seen.

She reached for his hands and lifted them up to her breasts. She pressed them against her warm smooth flesh. This time Jim groaned, as he felt the hard nipples press against his palms. "They're all yours," she said. "Enjoy them."

Jim couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had wondered even before he got the part how he would handle the situation, if he were lucky enough to land the part, of being close to Blair Angel when she was naked. Now here he was in her hotel suite, his hands on her breasts, being offered a dream. As he gently caressed her breasts, he was beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed as he could feel his cock now hard and straining against his pants. He almost jumped out of his skin when suddenly he felt her hand around it and she began to stroke it gently.

"I think we ought to find somewhere more comfortable," she said.

Reluctantly he released her breasts, and she took his hand and led him through into the large bedroom. The large King sized bed was already turned down. She slipped in between the sheets. "Won't you join me?" she said, patting the bed by her side.

He didn't need a second invitation and began hurriedly removing his clothes. When his boxers came down, she smiled to herself as she saw the hard roll of flesh protruding from its nest of dark curls. Yes, she thought to herself, he had been a good choice. 

As he slipped in bed beside her, she smiled and her hand closed around his hard erection. She ran her hand along its length and licked her lips in anticipation. It was well over a week since she had had a cock inside her. Jordon had fucked her a few nights before she left for England, when he was trying to persuade her to take him with her. Now that she had this cock in her hand, she knew her decision to leave him had been the right one.

Jim lay back in the big bed and enjoyed the pleasure of her hand on his cock. He still couldn't believe where he was, in bed with one of the most sought after beauties in the world, a woman who never in his wildest dreams he would ever have believed that he was actually going to fuck. He reached out his hand, cupped her breasts, and began tracing his finger around the nipple.

"That feels so nice," she said, pressing herself towards him. "But I think pussy would like some treatment as well."

Jim smiled and moved his hand down her body over the smooth swell of her stomach and down between her now parted legs. He felt the moist warm flesh under his hand and stroked it gently. She moaned softly, gripping even tighter on to his cock. He eased her lips apart and slipped two fingers into the warm wetness of her love tunnel. He felt her contract and grip his fingers as he worked them slowly in and out of her hole.




Showing it All by Lady grey



She slowly eased herself down onto her back and looked up at him. "Now I want you to fuck me," she said. "I need to feel you inside me, and I want it hard and rough."

Jim rolled on top of her, moving between her legs. She guided him until he was pressing against the portals of her pussy. Then he was nudging them open, working himself slowly down the wonderful warm wet passage. Blair groaned as he filled her with his hot cock. My God, she thought to herself, he had certainly been the right choice.

He gave it to her just how she wanted it, hard and rough. She cried out, pleading with him to make her cum. He delivered, and sent her into ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, leaving her gasping. And when at last he came, she felt the thrill of his juices filling her and running down her thighs to soak into the expensive Egyptian cotton bed sheets.

They lay together as their bodies cooled. "I think we are going to be good together," she said, "in more ways than one." Then she took his limp cock in her hand and began to stroke it back to life. She pushed back the bed clothes and went down on him to finish off the job. When he was hard and ready to go, she knelt upon the bed displaying the delicious cheeks of her firm bottom. "Now let's do it doggie style," she said with a grin.

Jim willingly obliged.

He stayed overnight and they fucked again before the maid appeared with breakfast. It was more leisurely this time, and as he pumped into her body, he reflected on the presidents, sports men, stars of stage and screen, and other famous people who had been in there before him.

That first morning they were late for rehearsals and he got a disapproving look from David. 

Things went well after that with the play. Most of the actors had their lines off by the second week and the production was coming on well. 

Costume fittings were done and things were looking well for the opening night, which was to be a glittering affair.

The one thing that did pose a problem was some of the more intimate scenes, and especially the full frontal nudity early in the play when Blair appeared naked in front of Benjamin for the first time. Both David and Craig thought the scene ought to be handled discreetly with the lights low and Blair remaining in the shadows at the back of the room. Blair thought differently. 

This particular scene was what her legions of fans were waiting for-- the sight of their screen goddess totally naked before their eyes. She did not want to disappoint them, so in the end the scene was extended and the lights were brought up. Also, other scenes got the same treatment. When Anne Bancroft stripped to her undies in front of Benjamin that first time, she finished in a full length slip. Blair insisted that she should wear a bra and panties. And in the scenes where she was in bed with Benjamin, she should wear a far sexier nightdress.

Craig thought it cheapened the performance, but luckily David did not totally agree, and as Blair had some control over her own part, she won the day. Dress rehearsal was a huge success. In front of dozens of news men, journalists, and sundry invited guests, she played the part like a true professional and it went down a storm. Rapturous applause greeted her first nude appearance, and although cameras had been barred from the theatre, a short three minute video of the performance was aired on U Tube that evening.

She was very aroused by her performance. "I juiced up the moment I walked out there naked," she was heard to comment to her dresser. That neither she nor Jim appeared for fifteen minutes into the director's talk raised no few eyebrows among the cast as well as with David and Craig. She had grabbed him urgently the moment the curtain call had finished, rushed him back to her dressing room, and demanded that he fuck her there and then.

The play's opening night was a glittering affair. Several of Blair's close friends flew over from the states including Samuel, her agent. Of course Walter Brackman was there in pride of place as chief backer for the show. He was in a buoyant mood as ticket sales were very good. And there had been an immediate rush for tickets after the illegal video was shown on U tube.

The play was very well received by the first night's audience with Blair receiving a standing ovation at the end of the show. She had sent Walter a message to come around to her dressing room after the curtain call. She said she wanted to walk into the after show party with him on her arm, the man who had put her in front of her adoring public once again.

When Walter entered her flower filled dressing room, Blair was alone. She was sitting in front of her dressing table mirror, in a pink silk wrap, removing her stage make up. She turned and smiled at him. "How did you like the play?"

"It was great, but of course you made it great. I couldn't believe the audience when you appeared without your clothes. I think everyone in the place was holding their breath, not wanting to break the spell. You looked stunning! Just like the woman I have had fantasies about for the last twenty years." 

She smiled at him through the mirror. "Did it give you a stiffy?" 

He grinned and rubbed his hand over his groin. "I think I've still got one."

Blair swiveled around on her stool to face him. "I can't believe how hot I feel when I've done the play," she said. "Last night straight after the dress rehearsal I dragged Jim in here and demanded that he fuck me." She smiled at the thought. "Tonight, Walter, I feel the same." She tugged at the tie on her wrap and it fell open. Walter gasped when he saw she was naked under the wrap. She eased it off her shoulders and it slipped down, draping itself around the stool. 

Walter looked at her naked body with those gorgeous breasts. He had never believed he would have the opportunity to be alone with her and staring at her nakedness. Then he felt his cock twitch as she parted her legs and displayed her most intimate delights to him. He saw straight away that she was wet down there. He could see the sheen of wetness on her inner thighs. She ran a finger down her cleft, parting the lips. It came out slicked with wetness. 

"Tonight, this is yours if you want it," she said in a soft husky voice. 

"If I want it," he said. "You don't have to ask me twice." He was wrestling with the belt on his pants, pushing them down over his hips, pulling into the bright lights of the dressing room over eight inches of hard throbbing cock, its large purple head already glistening with pre cum. He pushed her back against the dressing table, positioned his pole between her lips that she had invitingly spread for him, and thrust into her. Blair groaned.

Thirty minutes later they entered the party together arm in arm. Everyone applauded her. Jim wasn't too happy, for he knew what had been happening, and at least it had saved him a job. He had almost lived at the Ritz for the last three weeks, and although it had at first been unbelievable to him to be fucking Blair Angel three times a day, all good things must come to an end. He was thankful that tonight Walter was taking the strain, and at least he would get a good night's sleep.

The following day the play got mixed reviews. Some said it was just a vehicle for Blair to show off her body; others said it was well above average. One even said it was pornographic, but all of them agreed that whatever they thought about it, the audiences had loved seeing Blair Angel in the all together. She got invites to more late night chat shows and the popular press loved her. Ticket sales for the London run went through the roof and were changing hands for four times their value. The eight regional shows were a total sellout as well.