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The Casting

By: NicoleHeat



Hey! My name is Nicole. I live in LA and I think I was really lucky to be born in a city so overpopulated by big screen celebrities. I'm 18 years old now and quite an achiever already -- I took the second place in the college beauty pageant, am visiting an acting school. I hit the gym every single day too! To be honest, I often work out a bit too hard -- once I almost broke my neck there. 

Thanks to Mother Nature, I've got a great body: I'm tall but not skinny. I used to be ashamed of my itty bitty titties but recently, when I started dating one boy, my breasts got much more prominent all by themselves. They even jiggle a little under tight clothes now when I walk. 

We play a lot of classic and contemporary parts in the acting school. I can act out any emotion, play any part I'm offered to play! I've got several wardrobes packed with suits from previous performances -- every time I run my fingers through them, I recall every play. The ovations... And there were always older strangers in the audience -- not only my college buddies. It feels so good to be admired by them --admired for real.

Okay, I guess that's enough. A little acting practice in front of the mirror will surely do me no harm. Time to move on, Hollywood is waiting! Tonight I'm in for my very first casting for a supporting role! The girl's reflection in the mirror sways her booty, grabs the purse and leaves the room.

The taxi driver keeps on gawking into the rearview mirror. I am not paying any attention to him -- just decide it is the right time for some acting. I pretend to be tired, lean back into the seat and open my legs. Turn my head slowly to the left and then to the right. The heat is unbearable. I tug on the front of my blouse to let some air in and my tits go up and down pleasantly. Here we come. Oh look, we are driving past the Hollywood Walk of Fame!

I went here with my classmates when I was a little girl. Oh my, I'm getting late! Almost running, I make it to the destination point in under five minutes. Hmm, that's weird -- the hall is all empty. I know that there are crowds of people attending movie castings. I pull the door and... An accident occurs. There was a man approaching the door from the inside and I run into him, almost hitting him with my head.

The smile on my face fades.

'Excuse me...' I look down and almost shrink before his eyes. Here we come with my acting masterclass...

'No problem, miss, it's my fault,' he replies, his voice deep and velvety. I look up shyly. There is a handsome older man standing in front of me.

'What a beauty we've got here! Come on in.'

The office is shining bright with electric light while the windows are hiding behind the blinds. Tan man in his early forties takes the chair and sits down in the middle of the room, his legs crossed. Looking at me and smiling without uttering a word. Why hello there, Mister Confident! I shiver awkwardly.

'My name is Nicole.'

'And I'm Jack, a casting agent. Have you ever tried working as a stuntwoman?'

'What? Well, I mean, no, but I'm perfectly fit...'

Weird stuff, I thought the casting was for a part in a romance movie.

'You know, lots of famous producers offer us to choose the right actors for scenes that celebrities refuse to appear in due to certain reasons. It's almost like being a stuntwoman, really. We have currently got a contract with...'

He names the producer and the actress that someone has to back up. Heart goes pounding in my chest. They are Oscar nominees!

'The point is that we need to shoot an innocent little romantic scene but the leading actress's physique leaves much to be desired. That's why we are forced into finding an alternate for this scene. We've got very strict requirements and it's been a while since we started looking for a lady resembling the actress. She should be beautiful and talented, capable of acting totally like her in bed.'

'You are flattering me,' I blush. 'It's such an honor.'

'Okay, so let's begin, if you don't mind it. The scene doesn't have a strict plot or something -- it's all about improvisation. Follow me...'

We move to the adjacent room. It's completely empty except for a big bed and some moviemaking paraphernalia lined along a wall. There's a fat guy finishing a hamburger behind the camera on a wheeled tripod. The sheets on the bed are rumpled.

'Let's start with a stripping scene. Please, go ahead!'

I walk around the bed slowly, enveloped by the silence of the stage. Oh boy, acting feels so good!

'Undress slowly,' Jack orders calmly.

Who the hell is he to give me orders? I'm acting, improvising! Damn, the bastard is distracting me. I move my hands and my clothes slide down to the floor leaving me with nothing but my underwear on. The bed is a bit smelly.

'Now turn around. Your husband is on the bed. He knows you well, so you need to invent something to make him see you from a completely different angle.'

Okay, this is probably how such scenes are shot... With orders. Damn, how should I play this role, what should I do? I have to show my talent! This is something they didn't teach us in the acting school! I put one foot up on the bed and smile.

'Take your bra off.'

'What?' I can't help grinning.

I can see the camera guy sneer.

'Keep on undressing. Take it all off. We are pros -- no one will see anything after the cut.'

I start unhooking the bra on my back. The camera guy pushes the cam towards me and starts moving around me slowly. What am I scared of? I'm talented and beautiful, ain't I? 

I unhook my bra while swaying my hips seductively. I cover my breasts with my left hand pushing them up at the same time. Then I take the hand away slowly and my gorgeous rack appears in front of their hungry eyes in all its glory. My pink nipples are surrounded with biggish bumps that I know my new buddies like a lot.

'Stroke your breasts.'

Yes, I agree -- everything should be as realistic as possible in a real erotic scene. Experienced editors will do the cutting and everything will be fine. I obey Jack's order. My tits are too big to fit into my cupped hands. Yeah, looks like I've got something to be proud of.

'Now on to your panties.'

My hands leave my breasts and slide down to black lacy panties. They fit me so fine that it costs me quite some effort to take them off. Okay, you brutes, now hold on. I tear my panties off and laugh into the camera. I'm very talented. 

'Now lie on the bed and pretend that you are making out with an invisible man. He is kissing your lips and breasts.'

I lie down on the bed and start writhing. The bed answers me with an unpleasant screech.

'Mmm!' I moan in delight and... Wow, I really feel good -- all thanks to that pleasant tickling in my nipple that goes erect and changes color to even brighter pink. I feel proud. Then I lean back and start rubbing my hips together.

'He's ready to penetrate you. Now open your legs.'

I let a long passionate moan slip from my lips and start stroking my tits even harder. I don't open my legs though. What the hell is this? Pornography? They don't show this stuff in any big screen movies. One of my hands slides down my belly and I let out another very long moan. What else do they want from me?

They shoot it for some time and then Jack is back to his urging again.

'Open your legs.'

Boy, they are so persistent. I sit up on the bed with my legs open -- as if I'm on top of my invisible lover -- and start rocking on top of him. The camera guy is really close to me now, trying to get underneath me.

'Get down on all fours and open your legs wide, Nicole. The producers don't need fake scenes. The actress can do everything you have shown so far herself.'

My throat feels totally parched.

'What do you mean?' I can't recognize my own voice. Gosh, I don't know what to do! I'm like a snotty schoolgirl now trying to win more time for myself!

'Oh my, that looks so unprofessional. I can't believe you never starred in erotic scenes. They film real sex there and then just cut it all as they need. Alright, now get down on your back and play with yourself. '

Whew, at least he's off my neck! I obey again. I part my hips slightly and run my ring finger from the clit and all the way down to the orifice... My pussy will get very wet soon. Well, guess there's really nothing wrong about that. Just imagine myself engaging in sex. I slide two fingers into myself and open my legs a bit wider.

'Now he's doing you in missionary position.' Jack takes me by the waist with both hands and starts rocking me back and forth. His sturdy fingers sink in the soft flesh of my belly, stretching my skin. Boy, I don't even have to rub my clit. Jack's hands on my body make me feel so good!

Suddenly I feel his fingers on my pussy.

'Yeah, like this.' He keeps on rocking me. 'I will have to help you a bit. You can't manage to show what we need all by yourself anyway.' 

He just rams two fingers into me without any preludes and gets back to rocking. However, he's no longer holding me by the waist. He's rocking my whole body with those two fingers that he's got in my pussy. The other hand is sliding all over my belly and his thumb is stroking my clit.

'Oh my, what are you doing?' I mutter, scared out of my mind.

I feel helpless -- just like I felt when I had to go to the gyno for the first time in my life.

'More passion, Nicole, more passion. Show me your passion.' Jack's voice is unbelievably calm. 'Now get loud.'

I try to push his hands away but he is too strong. He keeps on drilling me with his fingers, faster and faster with every second. Suddenly I understand that I could have pushed him away with my legs. Could have pushed him away if I wanted to. I will do it right now. Right now, just a couple of more seconds of that rough fingering...

'No, you're doing it all wrong. I don't want to hear those moans coming from your chest. Look, you need to say 'Aaah' as clearly as you can. Your passion will be manifested in the clarity, in the sharpness of your 'Aaahs'. Make it so loud that it hurts your throat.'

Jack is totally fucking me with his fingers as if I'm some porn actress. Okay, that's enough. Now I'm gonna kick him away! I try to yell the way he wants me to yell to finish it all up and then kick him off me but... I'm out of my breath, feeling an unbearably pleasant orgasmic spasm shake my whole body. I screech like an animal and crash down on the bed. I can see that Jack is tired too.

I get up on one elbow and give Jack the dirtiest stare I could manage. Then I giggle loudly.

'What the hell are you here for -- just because you wanted to cum?' Jack is pissed off, yelling at me as if nothing has happened. 'I'm exhausted and we still have nothing to offer to our customers. Only goddamn cheap porn. Where is passion? Where is your fire? We have to shoot it all over again. Take two! Now show me how you blow cock.'

I sit up on the bed and stick a finger in my mouth. I'm licking it, moaning hungrily.

'Swallow it, swallow it, like that. What do we have down here?' He runs his fingers through my pussy, which is flagrantly wet again!

'Yeah, she is talented,' says Jack, complimenting me for the very first time during the whole of the casting. 'Look, your pussy really wants that job!' 

I can't understand what is happening to me! Why on earth do I want his compliments so much? Jack has put me down on all fours and started licking my pussy before I even understand what is happening. I have to react somehow, I have to kick him away! Right now, this very second... It's just that it feels good, really good, even better than with his fingers. I will resist him, I will fight him, I will revenge myself... It's just that his tongue... Oh boy, his tongue is so fast! He's sucking my clit! Unable to fight that enormous pleasure, I yell out, and grab him by the head.

Jack moves away from me.

'You see, you can do it fine when you want to! Keep it up.'

His tongue... I want his tongue back! I sway my booty towards him, still standing on all fours, moaning miserably.

'Keep doing that, please,' I hear myself speaking as if from far away. 'I need an on-screen partner!'

Nothing happens. I feel my eyes fill with tears.

'Sure,' says Jack with a grin and I hear him unzipping his pants. I turn around and see his huge cock shaking slightly. I blush again.

Well, what's so wrong about it? This is just a plain sex scene that will be cut afterwards. It's not by chance that I have to back up that wrinkled old whore of an actress. All young stars started off like this!

Camera guy is moving around us in circles. Jack penetrates me slowly. His enormous rock-hard cock squeezes into my little hole spreading my pussy lips and starts sliding inside me so smoothly.

I move my booty towards him. I want more. I pull my ass cheeks apart, almost weeping from pleasure. He rams his shaft into me balls deep and it takes my breath away. He's so hung!

'More, Jack, more! Fuck me like a slut!'

There's nothing to fear. They will cut it anyway. Jeez, I have never been fucked so hard before! I'd love my boyfriend to see me now! I smile and it makes my moans sound really vulgar. 

'Yes, good girl, keep it up. Smile and moan!'

His cock pops out of me. Jack decides to change the position and lies down on the bed allowing me to mount his huge unit. It penetrates me even deeper than I thought it would.

Feeling totally crazy, I ride Jack's dick, feeling my second orgasm nearing.

Suddenly Jack's body stiffens. He grabs me with both hands and I feel him shooting a huge load of cum into me. Oh no, he has to keep on fucking me!!!

'Cut!' he shouts and pushes me off himself.

No, I can't believe he will leave me unsatisfied.

The camera guy is filming my pussy oozing what feels like pints of cum! Oh yeah, this is going to be one hot scene.

'I want more. You have to fuck me some more till I cum!' I crawl around Jack on all fours, swaying my wet pussy as if I'm a horny cat or something.

Jack lets out a hearty laugh.

'At least I see the real you. Billy, go ahead and fuck this bitch.'

The fat dude leaves the camera and approaches the bed, rubbing his chubby hands together. 

I unzip his pants letting out his throbbing hard cock that already oozes lube. I swallow this new piece of meat with pleasure, dreaming about getting pierced with it right through. 

'Stick it into me, stick it balls deep,' moan I, sliding my tongue all over his cock furiously. Then I feel it push against the back of my throat and swallow it. Oh yeah, I want more cocks. Fuck all of my holes at once! 

All of a sudden Billy unloads into my mouth. No, why! What about me? He pulls his limp dick out of my mouth and zips back his pants, patting me on the cheeks lightly.

'What about me? Fuck me! Fuck me both, you two! Fuck me raw, I want to come!'

I sway my booty in front of them, spanking my ass.

'Chill,' mutters Jack with a weird prim expression. He's fully dressed already. 'You didn't come here to cum. We will fuck you raw next time and now we have to get down to processing the video. Now get dressed.' That is his last order for tonight.

Blood is pounding like a hammer in my head. How am I going to come home looking like this? What will I tell my boyfriend? 

The Casting Carpet



He slid the full length of his member into my warm, waiting mouth, right in until his big, heavy, hairy balls were pushing against my chin. Fortunately, his cock wasn't long enough to really deep throat me but I still gagged a little on it and showed my discomfort. He chuckled at my struggles and casually reached his hand down and pinched my nostrils tightly shut. He held everything as it was, his cock filling my mouth with me virtually unable to breathe. I was determined not to let him see me struggle any more, not to plead with him with my eyes but after what felt like minutes like that I was desperate, and finally I wriggled my head back and out popped his dick and I frantically gulped in air, aware my eyes were running and no doubt making a mess of my make-up.

"Naughty girl, did I give you permission to escape?"

With each word he slapped me in the face with his stiff, hard cock. The trails of pre cum splattering against my cheeks, my chin and my nose where he landed the humiliating blows.

I didn't trust myself to speak so settled instead for shaking my head meekly, hoping that would appease him.

"Open up again."

I forced myself to open my scarlet painted lips, this time he shuffled forward and pushed both his balls into my mouth and instructed me to suck and lick them clean, all the while his rigid cock rubbed up and down along the tip of my nose. His balls were sweaty and stale but I blocked out the taste and smell and did my best, running my tongue around his testicles, sucking on them and glad to hear he sounded satisfied at my efforts. He pulled free of my gasping mouth but swiftly filled it again this time with his dick, this time pumping in and out so that his foreskin rolled back and forth on my lips.

As I concentrated on this I felt something being slapped on my head, in my hair. It was the other one, his partner, his dick out too and slapping it against my head all over - at my ears, my neck, my cheeks (cheeks that blushed when I noticed their female PA had come in too and was sitting in the chair I been in before dropping to my knees and was watching my efforts).

They each hooked a finger into the corner of my mouth and stretched it and before I knew it I had the head of two cocks in my mouth. It wasn't sore, uncomfortable for sure but it was humiliating as hell, especially being watched by another woman, I wondered what she thought of me right then and was rather afraid I knew the answer.

There were messy trails of saliva and pre-cum dripping from my mouth and their dicks now, falling onto my exposed breasts. The first man took his dick from my mouth so the second could properly fuck it, but he wasn't done with me, instead he moved to my side and began trying to fuck my right ear with his cock and after that wrapped some of my long, blonde hair around his dick and jerked himself off like that.

It wasn't long before he grunted.

"I'm cumming, open those beautiful blue eyes babe."

I cringed at the condescending tone he used to address me but did as he instructed all the while his partner continued to plough his cock in and out of my lips. The other dick loomed into view from the edge of my vision and without any further warning a strong spray of warm, sticky cum shot out and splattered between my eyes, then into my eyes before further spurts landed on my nose, in my hair and finally onto my cheek. That seemed to inspire the second man and the rate he was fucking my mouth increased. 

I longed to wipe some of the vile stuff from my face, particularly out of my right eye but sensed it would not be a good move so I stoically knelt there and took it and felt the cum slowly slip down my features in sticky trails. And then the second guy removed his dick from my lips and exploded a load of cum onto my upturned face, it was like they were painting my face as he targeted the left side, firing a spurt into my other eye, onto my lips, and chin and finally a high arc that splattered in my hair before landing with a splat in my ear. They each squeezed the dregs of their loads into my hair as I knelt below them stock still.

Finally, I lifted my hand to wipe at my face but a hand caught me.

"Leave it babe, it's masterpiece, hey Harvey get a picture, Jeanette? You got your phone? Yeah, good make sure you get a picture."

I flinched as pictures were taken of me, praying they would never be seen outside this office but knowing that was unlikely. Finally, it seemed they were done and again I wanted to wipe my face, my eyes were starting to sting now but again my arm was caught and I was prevented.

"Naw honey, it's alright I got just the thing to clean that mess off with."

I didn't like the sound of that and seconds later I knew it was with good cause as I was hit right on the lips by a rapid burst of piss! It coated my lips and chin and ran down onto my breasts before he called out.

"Hey darling, open that pretty little mouth of your and get a taste of this."

To my eternal shame I did what he instructed, creaking my jaw apart, fighting my natural instinct to keep it as tightly closed as I could. As soon as my mouth was open he moved the stream in on it and I felt my mouth fill up with his disgusting tasting piss.

"Swallow it down honey, don't want any more on the carpet for Jeanette to mop up do we?"

I held as much in my mouth as I could before it was completely full and then I swallowed it down, the taste was horrible and I wanted to puke it back up but somehow I forced my mouth open again and took another three mouthfuls before the old bastard ran dry. I drank it all knowing I would never, ever forget this taste.

"You want go?" 

He offered me as a urinal like it was the most natural thing. 

"Nah, not my thing."

They started talking shop then, with me still kneeling on the floor between them, piss soaked, cum covered and desperate to get away. But they kept on speaking about this next movie, I only hoped this part was worth it, my agent had told me this "Hunger Games" was a plum part to land and I hoped I had done enough to snag the lead in it.



The Casting Couch



For as long as Allison could remember, she'd wanted to get into acting. But coming from a strict, religious family, she was discouraged from pursuing it as a career.

When she was 21, she married her high school sweetheart, who wrote part-time at the local newspaper and freelanced for magazines. She worked at a temp agency and made a good living. They were happy together and had decided to wait a few years before trying for a family. Three years after the wedding, her husband Michael decided they should move to LA because he'd been offered a good job at a national publication. She was overjoyed. She couldn't wait to visit Hollywood!

Three months after they moved to LA and armed with an impressive resume from the various projects she'd worked on, she got a job as a receptionist at a talent agency. She was excited about seeing her favorite celebrities, though she knew she'd get in serious trouble with her boss if she so much as spoke to any of the big name actors who walked through the doors. 

She became good friends with a girl named Lisa who worked for one of the highest-paid agents. Lisa was a struggling actress, and Allison was in awe of the beautiful redhead, who seemed to have plenty of stories of life on the sets of movies she'd had bit parts in. Eventually, Allison shared her desire to act with Lisa, who was thrilled. "Oh, Allison, that's great! You'll have to join my acting class. I've learned so much from the teacher. But the class is mostly men, and I'd kill to have a friend to sit with!"

After much thought, Allison talked her husband into letting her sign up, and though she was terribly nervous about acting in front of a group of people, she was willing to put aside her fears and give it a try. It was her dream, after all. At first, she felt terribly out of place. She recognized a few male students from soaps she'd watched, and Lisa seemed to really know her stuff too! She was surprised to see their acting coach was a tall black man named Jeffrey Hagood. Her father had always been terribly racist, and though she personally didn't have anything against blacks, neither had she dealt with them much. She was shocked when Lisa leaned over once and whispered about Jeff, "Mmm-mmm. That man gets me so hot sometimes, I could just cream right here in this seat." 

Allison had never found black men attractive, though once Lisa's comment was out in the open, she began to study Jeff closer. She supposed he was quite handsome for a black man, and he had an impressive resume of credits on his resume. He certainly showed a lot of patience with her and told her he saw a lot of natural talent in her acting skills. The true test, he said one day during class, was how well she handled love scenes. He called up one of the students, a handsome older man named Seth, and gave them a scene to act out. Allison was playing Seth's wife and was supposed to surprise him with a romantic dinner, which in turn leads to romance in the bedroom, Jeff directed. They began the scene--she could barely concentrate, she was so worried about the other students watching them--and when Seth tried to pull her into a kiss, she froze.

"Hold it!" Jeff yelled. "Allison, you gotta relax. Just pretend Seth is your husband. Remember how much you love him and want to show him affection. Come on. Try again."

They tried three more times, and each time, she froze whenever Seth tried to press his lips to hers. 

After class, Lisa told her everyone froze when they tried their first love scene. "Though once you get used to it, believe me, it really gets you hot. Sometimes it's hard to control yourself long enough to get through the scene."

Allison didn't believe a word of it, and told Michael so later that night. He seemed worried that she was taking the class too seriously, and said, "Sweetie, maybe it's time we started a family. I think a child would help you feel more secure in general, and Lord knows we'll have fun trying." She wasn't sure if it was time for them to start a family or not, but Michael persuaded her to stop taking the pill anyway. 

Weeks passed, and she thought she was getting better at the love scenes, but both Lisa and Jeff told her she had a long way to go before she was a professional at it. "You're still too wound up," Jeff told her. "Someday you'll let your mind go, and it'll just all click into place. Don't worry. You'll get there."

Jeff, of course, knew that Allison was already pretty good at doing love scenes. He'd had his eye on the tall white woman since the day she'd walked into his class. He'd had plenty of opportunities to sleep with white women before, but he'd never had the desire. That is, not until he met Allison. When he was a teenager, he'd had a major crush on Mrs. Helen Jenkins, his English teacher, and a sexy white woman. But when he'd tried to make a move, she'd left him feeling like scum for even daring to try and touch her lily white skin. He'd vowed then and there not to mess with white women again, but Allison was too tempting to resist. Truth be told, she was the image of his perfect woman. She was tall and slim, but very voluptuous, and had long, honey blonde hair that seemed as natural as her pretty supermodel face. Since he was involved in a relationship already, he'd tried to ignore his attraction to the married woman, but eventually, he decided enough was enough. He was going to fuck her brains out if it was the last thing he did.

He put his plan into action one night after Allison had aced a scene with one of the white boys in the class. "Allison," he told her. "That was good. So good, in fact, I think you're ready for your first performance. A director called me today and he's looking for a woman that fits your description to act in his play. Only..."

She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. "Only what? What? Tell me, Jeff," she pleaded. "I'm not sure you're really ready for it," he told her. "Here...this is the script. Take it home and read it, then tell me what you think."

That night Allison eagerly gobbled up the script. When she got a few pages into it, she had to stop in shock. The story was an interracial romance, and the director had included some pretty realistic, not to mention nude sex scenes between the couple it was about. She told Michael she didn't think she could go through with acting out a nude sex scene with a black man. "But I know you, honey," he argued. "If you don't at least try, you'll always regret it." "You won't be jealous?" she asked softly, curious about his answer. In high school, he'd always been very possessive, but since coming to LA, she knew he'd tried hard not to be, for her sake. "Of course I will," he smiled. "But I know it's not real, right? Isn't that what you're always reminding me of?"

The next day in class, Allison told Jeff, "I read the script."

"And?"

"And I want to do it. It's a great part. A good story. I want to do it."

Jeff smiled to himself before sharing the last detail with her, "Great! I guess I should tell you--I'm your co-star!"

"You?" she repeated in shock, feeling slightly better that it would be Jeff and not some stranger.

What she didn't know was that the play was fake and would never be produced. He'd written it in a frenzy a few nights before and had made up the story about his friend calling for an actress. "Yes, me," he told her. "And if you're really going to do it, we need to start rehearsing right away. Can you stay later after class tonight?"

Allison nodded. She'd been disappointed to find that she and Michael weren't yet pregnant and although she would be at her most fertile this week, Michael was being sent out of town for a week to do a story. She would be going home to an empty house tonight.

After class, Allison waved Lisa goodbye and met Jeff on the makeshift stage. "The director is a friend of mine--Derrick Godbee--but he's tied up on another play at the moment, and he told me we should just start rehearsing without him."

Allison was so naive she didn't doubt the story, Jeff thought with a silent snicker. They began running through their lines, and when they got to the first love scene, Allison tensed up.

"I know," Jeff suggested. "If we practice kissing and get comfortable with each other that way, it'll make the rest easier too."

She hesitated and a red flush spread across her cheeks, but she nodded her agreement. "Just don't get mad if it takes me a while to get into it, OK?"

Jeff smiled, thinking, don't worry baby. It won't take you long at all to get into it. And even less time for me to get into you.

He pulled her next to him and began by caressing her face. Allison tried not to freeze when his big lips pressed against hers. He didn't apply much pressure at first, just gently moved his lips against her own. After a few minutes, she felt comfortable enough to ask, "How deep should we be kissing here?"

Jeff knew he was close to passing first base. With a smile, he explained, "Baby, we're supposed to be so deeply in love we can't keep our hands off each other. I'd say we need to get pretty deep--openmouthed and maybe even tongues."

Allison tried not to flinch at the information. She could do this, she told herself. Taking a deep breath, she said, "OK, I'm ready to continue."

Leaning over, Jeff pressed his lips against hers and began sliding his big black hands up and down her bare white arms, trying to urge her even closer. When he pressed against her harder, tried to pry her lips open, Allison wouldn't let herself pull back. She steeled her nerves and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, and before she knew it, he had her pressed back against the seat of the sofa they were running lines on. Jeff held her head and kissed her hotly and deeply for several minutes, until she had almost forgotten he wasn't her husband and she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this quite so much. He pulled back and said, "I'm going to step things up, here, OK, baby?"

She dimly nodded and whimpered an agreement as his lips attacked hers once again. His hand was suddenly sliding up to her large breast, kneeding it gently through the blouse she wore as his other hand slid up her thigh and urged her knees apart. When he started to move between her thighs, Allison suddenly realized what was happening and pushed him away.

"I'm sorry, but this is too much, too soon."

"OK," Jeff agreed, though he was so hard already he was tempted to rip into her anyway. "All right, we'll take it slow," he said and urged her back into a tongue-dueling contest. Every time he thought he had her so hot she had forgotten where she was, she'd stop him from taking things to the next level. Finally, they decided to call it a night.

As Allison lay in bed, she couldn't believe how far she'd taken things already with Jeff. She couldn't believe she'd even gotten turned on by a black man! If she hadn't come to her senses, she might have let him make love to her! Of course, she didn't have to worry about that since Jeff was a true professional. he knew when to put the brakes on

The next night, things were pretty much the same. Jeff managed to get his hand inside her shirt and feel her bare breast before she put a stop to things. She was so horny by the time Michael called her at home, she felt guilty as hell for thinking about sex with another man when she should be thinking of her husband.

When she arrived at the playhouse the next night without Lisa since class was on hiatus for a few days while they did the play, the first thing she saw was the bed. It was the only prop on stage, and Jeff was sitting on it in nothing but a pair of loose fitting shorts.

Allison couldn't believe the body on the man. He was as fit and muscular as a basketball player, and she suddenly knew for the first time since meeting him that she was actually attracted to him. The thought scared her, so much so that she considered dropping out of the play, then and there. But then Jeff lifted his head and smiled at her and she knew she couldn't disappoint him. He'd had so much faith in her so far.

Besides, this play was her first big play and she knew if she got good reviews, it could help her career if she decided to seriously pursue acting. 

"Hey, gorgeous," Jeff called out. "I figured we need to get a move on and start practicing the actual love scenes. This is a pretty good idea of how the stage will be set up for us."

She was uncertain about the whole thing but charged on bravely. Once she was on the bed, Jeff wasted no time in pulling her into a heated embrace. She knew it was all part of a scene, but she couldn't help but feel like they were real lovers, on the verge of making love. She was dressed in a tank top and short jean shorts and could feel Jeff's hands running up and down her tan thighs. This time when he tried to part her legs, she let him.

"Mmmm, baby, just go with it," he told her, settling between her legs and pressing her back onto the bed in a missionary position.

Allison tensed up, especially when he tried to push up her shirt, and pulled away long enough to say, "This feels real."

"We're acting, baby. It should feel real or it won't look real. Trust me."

Then his tongue was in her mouth again, and she sighed, trusting him totally to know what was best. But a few minutes later, when he tried to slide his hand into her shorts, she shoved him away, feeling herself loose control. "Wait," she said. "Stop." 
 "Allison," Jeff said, loosing patience with her for the first time. "If you're going to stay in this play, you're going to have to loosen up. Any good actress would know we have to take this as far as we can, just short of penetration, to make it look real. You tell me if you can't do it and I'll call in your understudy right now."

Allison was shocked. She didn't want to loose this role. In the back of her mind, she was uncertain about whether it was all on the up and up, but she felt secure in the knowledge that Jeff was so well respected in the acting community. She'd made sure to do some checking before she joined his class, and he wasn't known for taking advantage of his students.

"No, I can do it," she told him, settling back down. Deciding tonight was the night, Jeff untangled himself from her and urged her into a sitting position in front of him. He pulled her against him and started to rub her shoulders and back. Allison was somewhat startled but the massage felt good and she knew he was trying to help her relax.

Jeff's eyes locked onto her precious breasts, which filled out the front of her shirt nicely. As he rubbed her shoulders he could feel how warm and soft her pearly white skin was. He also noticed no sign of a bra. Allison never wore a bra unless she could absolutely help it. She saw him kneed the tension away and knew she was getting turned on by the contrast in their skin colors as his dark black hands caressed her white shoulders. She rested her head back against his chest. As one hand gently squeezed her shoulder the other slid around front and found one of her breasts again.

As Allison leaned back against him Jeff continued to rub her shoulders. She shut her eyes and almost sighed when he tried to slide the straps of her shirt down her shoulders. Jeff leaned his head down against hers and started to breath into her ear. "Remember you're Kathy. You're in love with Rick, and you can't keep your hands off me." 

His warm breath kind of turned her on as she braced herself with her hands and squeezed his thigh. He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her so she was sitting up higher. Allison let her head tilt back against his shoulder as he started to slowly breath down her neck, his tongue making contact with her skin this time. She felt her defenses slide away and knew she was getting hot again from the attention. Jeff slowly started to nibble at her ear. "You smell so good, baby," he told her softly, and slid both hands around to cup her breasts.

Jeff was impressed with how firm her heavy breasts were. He slowly licked and sucked his way up and down her neck, enjoying his first real taste of a white woman. Allison squeezed his arms and let out a small sigh as his warm wet tongue felt so good. He licked her ear lobe and continued onto her neck. He licked and sucked and kissed gently on her neck and up to her chin. As he made another trip to her chin, Jeff slowly started to kiss her again, urging her lips to part and let his tongue inside. Allison was feeling so turned on by his seduction, she'd already forgotten where she was and why. She turned her head toward him as he slowly leaned in and lightly kissed her soft lips. They aggressively licked each other's tongue as blood surged to their loins. 

Jeff was fast becoming hard and Allison started getting wet again. Allison groaned as his tongue licked deep inside her mouth. Her arms were stretched up around his neck, but Jeff reached down and turned her around, facing him. They slowly leaned in and went at it again. This time, the kiss was so intense that you could almost see steam rising out of them. As they continued making out, Allison ran her hands down his powerful arms and to his muscular shoulders. His tough black skin felt strong as it contrasted with her white body. He ran his hands down her back as he kissed deep into her and his hands lowered to Allison's hot little ass. He was somewhat surprised when Allison didn't try to push him away at feeling her booty. 

Jeff pressed in against her. For the first time, she felt his enormous bulge against her stomach and almost panicked. As he licked down her neck she was in shock by the massive size of his cock. Michael was about average--six or seven inches--but Jeff felt much larger than that. She wondered how any woman could take such a tool into her without getting hurt.

Jeff was preoccupied with making his way to her firm mounds. He knew she was his now, especially since she hadn't stopped him again.

Lowering her down to the bed, Jeff settled between her thighs again, maiking sure he pressed his package hard against her cunt. He felt a moan escape her lips as he took them against his. With the fire burning between her legs and the confidence she could stop this at anytime, Allison decided to let him take things further. She loved Michael, but she'd never been with another man, and Jeff was just making her so damn hot, she couldn't help herself. She closed her eyes as Jeff eagarly pushed her tank top up and over her head. He licked his lips as her 36-C breasts sprung free from their cover, and thought, damn, this chick is stacked. He delighted in the contrast of his large hands as he squeezed them with his fingers. He lowered in and took her right breast into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue and the sensation of his big lips against her tight tit sent Allison into a tremor or sensations. She really wanted him to take her tits and suck. Finally, he licked her swollen nipple to maximum attention and went in for the kill. She moaned and bucked against his bulge as he started to agressively suck her, licking her nipples and murmuring dirty words against her skin, like "Damn baby, you're tits are making me hard. I'm gonna bust in a minute, baby." 

Allison threw her arms over her head and arched her back, allowing her tits to swell and push deeper into his mouth. She looked down to watch as this black man was licking her swollen nipples as his saliva was dripping everywhere. He grabbed her rib cage and slowly pushed her shorts lower. He loved the way her tight little body was eating up his touch. He returned to her lips and deeply kissed her as he squeezed her breats before sliding his hand down again to her shorts. 

Allison knew that this had long gone past acting. He wanted her. He wanted to strip her naked and push into her tight body the way only her husband ever had. She wanted him to also, that was the hardest part. But she knew she couldn't.




The Casting Couch



"I'm not complaining about my career," sighed Victoria Brannon to her agent. "But how did I wind up with such a bit part after being invited to audition for all those major roles?"

Cecilia Wordsworth smiled in response. "Vicki, dear, you're still a rookie in this business. Internationally-known movie producers like Natalie Fanelli don't generally cast unknown 19-year old pretty young things like yourself in starring roles! At least, not until they've paid their dues in minor parts like the one you just landed!"

"I know," said Victoria. "I'm just wondering, that's all. Why would Natalie waste so much of her valuable time with me in her office if all she intended to offer me was a minor, non-speaking role?"

"That's showbiz, dear," answered Cecilia, although deep down she knew the real answer to the younger girl's question. At age 58, Cecilia Wordsworth had been working as an agent for aspiring actors and actresses for over half of her life, and in that time she'd learned more than just a few tricks of the trade. You give something, you get something. And when she'd signed pretty young Victoria Brannon to a contract, she'd added a valuable bargaining piece for future negotiations with important studio heads like Natalie Fanelli.

Vicki, as Victoria liked to be called, was a beautiful 19-year old California blonde, with flawless skin, a pouty mouth, pretty green eyes, sexy curves, and the longest, silkiest legs in southern California. But she couldn't act her way out of a paper bag, and everybody seemed to realize it but Vicki. At first, Cecilia had seriously considered refering her to an adult film industry producer she knew, but decided against it. The girl was just too fresh, too young, and too innocent. Surely there must be another answer out there, something that would pay off handsomely for both Vicki and her agent.

That's when Cecilia remembered the meeting she'd had only recently with the famous Italian film producer Natalie Fanelli. At age 50, Fanelli still had the beauty she'd possessed during her younger years as an actress. But her private life had not been so pleasant as she'd gone though half a dozen husbands in recent years, the last of whom had told the tabloids she was a dyke who didn't belong with a man. Of course, this remark was made during a messy divorce settlement so nobody paid it much attention. But Cecilia had remembered it, and while lunching with Natalie soon after she'd noticed that whenever a pretty girl had passed anywhere near their table Natalie's eyes had followed closely, locking onto their wiggling behinds. And later, during their lunchtime conversation 

Natalie had remarked that sometimes she wished she could leave all the huge Hollywood egos behind and purchase a strip club with fifty pretty girls! Cecilia had laughed at the time, but the remark came back to her as she thought about it later. Why would Natalie Fanelli say she wanted to own a strip club? With fifty pretty girls? In Cecilia's mind a plan began to form. And that plan centered around pretty little Victoria Brannon meeting with the beautiful Italian producer. Maybe Vicki would never make a good actress, but she might prove to be an excellent performer of a different sort. And both Cecilia and Natalia Fanelli would be the primary beneficiaries.

And so, when plans were announced for the casting of Sunshine Studios' upcoming production, Cecilia made a call to the head producer, Natalie Fanelli. The two women had a long talk, and the next day pretty Victoria Brannon showed up for her audition.

Natalie welcomed her into her plush office, rising up from her opulent desk to greet the young blonde beauty. Vicki was in awe being in the presence of the famous Italian producer. She had never expected an opportunity of this magnitude, and was determined to make the best of it. How her agent had managed this she had no idea, but she was impressed and grateful to Cecilia for arranging it. 

"Cecilia told me you were an attractive young woman," said Natalie. "But I had no idea just how beautiful you really are! Turn around, dear, and let me look at you."

Vicki obeyed. She had worn a tight black mini-dress, exactly as she had been told to do by Cecilia, along with matching black high heel pumps and skimpy black lingerie underneath. She had thought to herself that this outfit made her appear a bit like a high-class prostitute, but her agent insisted she wear it just the same. "You'll dress the way I tell you to," she'd demanded. "And when you arrive at Natalie's office you'll do whatever that woman says, understand?" Vicki had nodded her assent.

And now, here she was, turning around slowly so that Natalie Fanelli could examined her closely. The Italian woman smiled appreciatively as she did so. The girl was beautiful, with exquisite, perfectly formed breasts, a tight body, a gorgeous ass, and incredibly long slender legs. Yes, she would be in debt to Cecilia for this, but it would be a small price to pay.

"Very nice, my dear. You are lovely. Now come and sit down and let me tell you about our upcoming productions." Natalie then took Vicki's hand and led her over to a large couch by the far wall where both women then sat down. Here she went onto explain that there were several film ideas in the works, and that Vicki was being considered for any one of a number of different roles. She smiled at Vicki's growing excitement as she lured her in with the possibilities of becoming a star.

"The first film we're planning to make is about a stripper who becomes involved with a group of con men intending to rob the Bank of England," Natalie said. "I think you'd be perfect for this role, only you'd have to have the right body to be cast as a stripper, and I'd have to be sure about it. What do you think?"

"Oh, I think you'd be pleasantly surprised," Vicki assured her. "I've been working out quite a bit lately. Would you like to see?"

"Why yes, that would be a good idea," Natalie said, as Vicki arose from the couch. "Yes, please start by removing that pretty dress. But since this role involves your being a stripper, perhaps you should try dancing seductively as you do so, yes? Here, let me put on some music." Natalie then reached over to a small console, hitting a button that started a sensuous rythymic music flowing through hidden speakers in the walls. "Now, seduce me, Victoria."

Vicki began to slowly remove her dress, reaching around her back to undo the zipper as she swayed provocatively before the older woman sitting comfortably in front of her. Natalie smiled. The young beauty was about to give her a sensuous striptease. So far, so good. 

Vicki was ecstatic. This was a major role, and all she had to do was show this woman she was up to it. And she had complete confidence in her body. If this Italian woman wanted sexy, she'd show it to her! She began by pulling the straps past her shoulders, and then slowly eased the dress down over her beautiful breasts, hidden now by only the lacy black bra she had on underneath. Again Natalie smiled, as Vicki then turned around, now moving her ass seductively back and forth just inches from the older woman's face. Down came the dress, slowly sliding over Vicki's pantie-covered derriere, her skin clearly visible through the diaphanous black material covering those sexy round ass cheeks. Natalie could barely contain herself from reaching over and caressing one of those beautiful soft curves of flesh. But that would come later.

Vicki kicked off the rest of her dress, now standing in only her black bra and panties, and looked inquiringly at Natalie as if to ask if she was to continue. Natalie looked her in the eyes and nodded. "Seduce me, Victoria," she repeated.

Vicki returned to her dancing. OK, if this woman really wanted a show she'd give her one. Off came the bra, her hands quickly moving up to cup her beautiful tits, squeezing them sensuously before the appreciative eyes of the older woman. Her body continued to sway provocatively as she moved in closer to Natalie, leaning in so that her breasts were literally in the Italian woman's face. Natalie's tongue flickered out, almost connecting with Vicki's left nipple. Vicki laughed and pulled back, then playfully turned her back on the older woman. 

Natalie's eyes were sparkling as she turned her gaze to the younger girl's beautiful rear end now swaying seductively just inches in front of her. Vicki's hands were now on the waistband of her black panties, and then ever so slowly she bent over, inching them down past the gorgeous globes of her glistening derriere. Natalie's hands came up to gently rest on the beautiful cheeks, caressing their silky softness. Vicki continued to pull the panties completely off. She was aware of the older woman's hands on her wiggling ass cheeks, but didn't let it distract her from the business at hand. She remembered Cecilia's orders to do whatever the Italian woman wanted, and it was obvious to her that this lap dance was going over exceedingly well.

Natalie thought so, too. She continued to caress the younger woman's body, feeling her legs, her thighs, her stomach, and especially her gorgeous rear end. "Very nice, my dear," she whispered, leaning in to plant a kiss on the quivering right cheek of Vicki's derriere. "We Italians are an emotional people, and that is why I kiss you." She leaned in and kissed her butt again, this time on the left cheek. Vicki beamed. "I've made a good impression on her," she thought to herself. "I think she really likes me."

"Sit down here with me, Victoria, my dear," Natalie said softly, as the music came to an end. "No, right here, on my lap. I want to check out the rest of your body while we talk."

Vicki nodded and perched herself delicately on Natalie's lap, her arms around her neck as the older woman's hands travelling freely all over her body, cupping her breasts, and caressing the soft skin of her side and legs.

"Yes, you have the right body for this role," she said to Vicki. "But there are other roles, as well, that I also think you'd be right for. Would you like me to tell you about them?"

Vicki nodded, and Natalie proceeded to relate her with other production ideas, all the while still caressing her lovely young body. One story idea involved slave girls from the planet Jupiter. It intrigued her, especially as Natalie felt she'd be perfect in the role of the slave who escapes to warn the Earthlings of Jupiter's impending attack. 

"Of course, the difficult part of this role involves the slavegirl's punishment at the hands of Jupiter's queen after she's been recaptured," said Natalie. She paused as in deep thought. "Do you think you could convincingly play a girl being tortured, begging for mercy all the while?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure I could," said Vicki. "It doesn't sound particularly easy, but I think I could probably do it very well."

"That's excellent," Natalie murmured. "I like your confidence. Tell you what, since you're already naked, why don't we try an impromptu rehearsal right here and now? Bend over my knee, and I'll spank you while you beg for mercy. Yes, that's an excellent idea, don't you think?"

Vicki wasn't so sure, but she knew she wanted the part. She got up and gently eased herself over Natalie's knees and onto her lap. The older woman smiled openly as the beautiful nude girl reclined over her legs, her pert round rump perched upwards, ready to be spanked.

"Relax, Victoria," she purred, her hands running all along the younger girl's trembling back and legs, coming to rest on the sexy round cheeks of her exposed ass. "Now remember, you're my escaped slavegirl, caught and about to be punished, but you're begging your mistress's forgiveness. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes, ma'am," whimpered Vicki, as she prepared for the first blow.

Smack! Natalie's hand connected! Smack! Smack!

"Please, mistress! Forgive me!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I'm so sorry, mistress! Please forgive me! Please stop! Please!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Natalie was enjoying this immensely! The beautiful naked girl was wriggling so seductively, her ass feeling both firm and soft, and just beginning to take on a pink hue.

"I beg you, mistress! Please stop this torture! I'll do anything you want! Anything!"

This was too good for Natalie. She landed two more slaps on the younger girl's beautiful rear, then switched to rubbing the soft warm cheeks, kneading and caressing the tender flesh with her fingers.

"You were wonderful, Victoria," she sighed. "You make a very convincing slavegirl, I might add. In fact, I'd say you are a natural. But I think we might have to repeat this particular audition at another time, perhaps at my mansion, yes?" 

"Yes, mistress... I mean, Ms. Fanelli," Vicki whimpered, looking back at her reddened rear.

"You may call me Natalie, dear." 

Slowly then, the young blonde got up off her lap, a few tears in her eyes, but a look of sheer happiness in them at the same time. "Thank you, Natalie," she said. "I really do think I could do that slavegirl scene much better, and yes, of course, I would love to see your beautiful house."

"Excellent, then it's settled, but maybe later, yes?" the Italian woman said. "Right now, I have one other film idea I'd like to discuss with you. Would you like to hear it?"

"Oh yes," the young girl said.

This final movie idea, Natalie said, involved an innocent young woman being sent to prison by a corrupt judge. "In the end, of course, she escapes and is vindicated and acquitted of all charges," Natalie said. "You would be perfect as that young woman, I think. She is blonde and pretty. Only it would involve a difficult scene in the warden's office, when that evil woman molests her sexually. I don't know if you're an experienced enough actress to try such a complicated scene like that."

"Well, maybe not," responded Vicki. "But at least I'd like to give it a try. Maybe you could give me a chance right here to show you what I'm capable of."

"Yes, I think I owe you that much," Natalie replied with a smile. "OK, here's the set-up. You've been strip-searched and brought naked to my office, your hands tied to a beam up above in the ceiling. Tell you what, I have a pair of hand-cuffs we can use."

At this point Natalie walked over and reached into her desk drawer, producing a pair of cuffs. She then took Vicki by the hand and led her to the center of the room.

"This will work just fine," she said, handcuffing the younger woman's hands to a bar mounted overhead, normally used to hold lighting fixtures. Vicki now stood nude and manacled, and looking both very vulnerable and very attractive, her young body, flawless and succulent.

"How am I supposed to act in this scene?" Vicki requested.

"Just act completely natural," Natalie said in response. "I'll be the warden, and I'll be having my wicked way with you, understand?" She gave her an evil smile. "All you have to do is pretend you're the girl being molested, OK?"

Vicki nodded, uncertain, but determined to succeed.

"Ready? OK then, here we go."

And then, still smiling, she walked over to the trembling, helpless girl before her, grabbed her by the hair and forced a passionate kiss on Vicki's lips. The younger girl squirmed, but it was useless. Natalie kissed her repeatedly and deeply, forcing her tongue into the younger woman's mouth. Vicki tried to act upset and resistant to these attentions, but the passion was clearly getting to her. "Please warden, please stop," she moaned, but then opened her mouth as Natalie's lips again pressed her own, their tongues entwined together.

The older woman's hands were all over the younger girl's body during these moments of unbridled passion, reaching round her back and the sliding down to cup her round ass cheeks, squeezing, caressing, and occasionally even slapping them. Vicki squirmed and wiggled, but she couldn't escape Natalie's loving embrace.

The older woman's mouth meanwhile was working its way down to Vicki's exposed neck, biting and sucking on it. "Please, warden," Vicki whispered, "Oh please..." The passionate kisses and licking continued unabated.

The next stop for Natalie's travelling mouth was Vicki's gorgeous breasts. The older woman kissed and sucked the girl's perfectly formed tits, running her tongue along their sensuous curves, revelling in their taste and texture. "Oh, warden," Vicki sighed, almost inaudibly. "Please... please..."

Natalie then gently turned the girl around, her licks and kisses now travelling down Vicki's back along her spine, finally reaching the swelling of the younger girl's beautiful ass cheeks. Her kisses now turned to bites and nibbles along the delicious curves of the beautiful round derriere, causing the blonde to utter yelps and moans. Natalie proceeded to kiss every inch of Vicki's very inviting ass.

"Very nice, me helpless little prisoner," Natalie murmured, coming up for air, and then planting one final kiss on the rounded rear. "Now turn around and let's see that pretty pussy of yours."

Vicki was shocked as Natalie's tongue immediately focused in on the folds of her vagina, licking and kissing her most private area. "Oh, Ms. Fanelli... I mean, warden... what are... I don't know... oh, no... oh please..."

Natalie ignored the muted protests as her tongue entered the younger girl's clit, licking and sucking. "Oh... oh... oh..." Vicki moaned, oblivious now to any pretense of acting. This was an experience completely new to her, and while she was feeling shock and astonishment, she was also experiencing extreme pleasure. The licking and kissing continued. Natalie was devouring the young woman, her hands cupping the beautiful ass, her nails biting into the girl's tender skin. Deeper her tongue delved, as louder came the moans of passion from the mouth of Victoria Brannon, handcuffed and helpless to this very welcome assault on her senses. 

Within a few minutes her ecstasy was such that she was in a state of near collapse. At this point, Natalie stopped ravaging the girl's tender young body for a moment, instead reaching up and unlocking the handcuffs, easing Vicki's arms down to her sides. She then kissed the exhausted younger girl once more, and gently led her over to the couch, allowing her to sink back into the plush fabric. "We're not through yet, my dear," she said, walking over to her desk where she returned the cuffs to their drawer and produced from that same drawer a large plastic implement with straps hanging off of it. "I'll have to use this on you now, Victoria, my sweet," she said, returning to the couch, then gently turning the unprotesting Vicki over onto her stomach. The young blonde could hear the older woman removing her own clothes, but was too tired to look back to see for herself. She was now completely submissive, having surrendered her lush body to whatever attentions Natalie had next planned for her.

Seconds later she felt the older woman's hands on her hips, caressing her rear end, and then lifting it, positioning her ass in the air. She then looked back to see Natalie wearing a very authentic looking penis, held onto her by straps attached around her waist. The older woman then rubbed some oil onto the protuding phallic device.

"Here now is the scene where the beautiful young inmate gets taken from behind with a strap-on by the evil warden. Are you ready for it?"

Vicki whimpered submissively, "Yes, ma'am," in a quiet voice. She then felt Natalie's hands gently grabbing the sides of her ass as the strap-on eased slowly inside her.

"Lift you ass up higher and arch your back," Natalie ordered. "And put your head down onto that pillow."

"Yes, Mistress," Vicki whispered, obediently lifting her ass invitingly, as the Italian woman smiled and began pumping her gently from behind.

"Oh... oh... oh... oh..." the pretty blonde bleated, totally giving herself to Natalie's lustful attentions. The Italian woman laughed as she pumped harder, occasionally slapping the younger woman's ass simply to enjoy the sight of it wiggling and to hear the girl's moans of pleasure.




The Casting Couch



After about ten minutes of this it was all over. Natalie sighed, releasing her tight grip on the younger girl's shapely ass, then eased the strap-on out of her pussy, keeping Vicki lying there for another several minutes, kissing and caressing her prostrate form. "You were wonderful, Victoria, dear," she purred. "Now, my pretty plaything, let's get you cleaned up and dressed." She then pulled her close for one more loving embrace, then led the still whimpering girl into an adjoining bathroom where she proceeded to bathe her and comfort her with soft kisses. Every inch of Vicki's gorgeous body was massaged and licked by the older woman's lips and tongue. Then she was dressed and sent home. 

Two weeks later, when the film roles were announced, Vicki was disappointed to see that she had been cast as a girl cashier with no speaking lines, but her agent Cecilia Wordsworth assured her she had done very, very well. What she didn't tell Vicki was that the agency had landed serious roles for three of the other actors and actresses she had under contract. Cecilia's cut of their earnings would be sizeable, so she was very pleased, and also fully recognized the important role Vicki had played in securing these lucrative roles, although this would forever remain a secret between Cecilia and producer Natalie Fanelli. 

"Don't worry, Vicki, your turn will come," she reassured the young actress. "In the meantime, I'm giving you a hefty bonus for your efforts." With that she handed Vicki a sizeable check, much larger than usually received by bit players. 

"Oh, wow! This is awesome!" The young girl said, her eyes widening after looking twice at the amount. "Thank you, Cecilia! Thank you so much!" She reached over to hug her agent.

"You earned it, sweetie," her agent replied, hugging her back. "Not only do I think so, but others agree with my assessment of your talents. And, speaking of which, I have another piece of good news for you! Sunshine Studios is casting again, and Natalie Fanelli called me this morning to say she wants to see you next Friday afternoon at her mansion for a private audition. I believe she said it was for a possible starring role! What do you think of that?"

"That's Wonderful!" replied Vicki! "What time does she want me there? What should I wear? How do you get to her house? Oh, this is so exciting! C'mon, Cecilia, tell me!"

Cecilia just smiled in response. This girl was priceless!



The Casting Couch



Anton didn't mind the economic recession. Sure the revenues from his companies were down, but only slightly. It struck him as strange that in these difficult times the public would sacrifice a lot, but not their habit for porn. His business was still profitable and he had healthy reserves in his bank accounts.

No, these were good times. Some of the ratbag competition would be blown away and the supply of talent was getting better and the prices coming down. With employers not hiring, youth unemployment was high and there seemed to be an unlimited supply of beautiful young women who were happy to consider a career in porn.

This was Anton's annual summer pilgrimage to Moscow. The Russian women had two real attributes for him. Many were exquisitely beautiful and most wanted to escape the poverty and depression of their day by day lives. 

Anton was a 20 year veteran of the porn industry. He had studied photography and lucked on a contract with a down-market porn magazine. As a 19 year old he couldn't believe he could be paid to take close-ups of stunning, naked girls and often have his choice of them afterwards. Three years later he had the contacts, had a reputation as a creative photographer, a creative business mind and he set up on his own.

He started a small magazine and the quality of his photography and the girls and his sexual inventiveness resulted in it soon finding a lucrative niche. He kept up with, and at times, was ahead of the trends. His models were among the first to have Brazilians, where the law permitted he was the first to picture sex acts. He saw the video market coming and the DVD and the internet. He was among the first to feature anal sex and DP. 

"Actresses" as Anton always referred to his stars who always liked working with him. He never called them sluts or whores or bitches and indeed he never thought of them like that. "Think of Michael Phelps, the greatest swimmer of all time," he explained to a new recruit. "Michael has been blessed with the perfect body for swimming and has the mental desire to work hard to excel. And so he rightly makes a fortune from his talents. "You have been blessed with a perfect body for sex and the mental attributes of loving to fuck. It is only right that you also should make a fortune from your talents."

Olga, Anton's Moscow lawyer, sat beside him at the table in his luxury hotel suite as they studied the photographs. She was the same age as Anton, a slightly fading beauty whose waist was thickening ever so little. When Anton had embraced her as they met, he knew that she was still the sensual, all feminine woman.

Olga and Anton's relationship went back 18 years. She was one of the first models in his magazine and had followed him into porn movies and the internet. Porn had been her escape and she had loved the life. She loved sex, she had seen the world and lived a high-life completely outside the dreams of her contemporaries. There had been no ill-will when 10 years before she had told Anton she was retiring and had returned to Moscow to study law and build a new life with all the money she had saved and the retirement fund Anton gave her.

"The same routine as last year and all the years before," said Olga. "I advertised that you were a famous photographer looking for new modeling talent for intimate shots. But this year I must have received twice as many applicants as before. I interviewed almost 100 and you've seen the shots of what I thought was the best 30."

Anton nodded. All the girls had been stunning. Olga knew his taste for slim girls with smooth complexions and dazzling smiles. Tattoos and implants were no-no's. He had reduced the 30 to 10 and they looked at each girl in a variety of poses. Many were fully clothed but there were a number of shots of each girl wearing only bikini briefs. Anton spent more time looking at the girls' faces than their bodies in these shots. He had been looking for the right balance. He didn't want girls who were flaunting their bodies; that didn't suit the innocence that his up-market videos required, but he also knew that the girls who had too many inner battles to show themselves like this would have problems further down the track.

"Demure, but confident of their bodies," was the way he had described it to Olga and all the 10 he had chosen seemed to meet these requirements. Olga had arranged for five interviews on each of two days. They would spend around 90 minutes with each of the girls except when Anton shook his head and Olga would know that he wasn't interested.

"What time is this girl coming?" he asked, pointing to a tall and willowy blond beauty.

"Ah, that's Kristina. I thought she would appeal to you. She's the last today, coming in at 5."

"How did she react when you asked her to pose topless?"

"She had a battle, I think. She's quite shy, not a virgin but inexperienced. Like most of them she's here for the money and the possibility of escape. I'm not sure that she will be prepared to do everything."

"You've explained to all of them the financial terms and what's expected of them?"

"Yes, they've all signed agreements and I've got proof that they are all 18."

"And they know that they can leave at any time. There'll be no pressure."

"Yes, I explained, but I'm sure that some might not trust us at first."

"That's often the way."

Anton set up his video and still camera and over the next hours he and Olga interviewed and photographed three girls. One had decided not to show, but that didn't surprise Anton as usually some girl's nerve failed at the last minute.

"The first and the third won't make it," said Anton. "Neither could relax in front of the cameras. They weren't comfortable showing their pussies."

"I agree. Number two surprised me. She was up for anything. I had thought she was a quiet girl, but she couldn't wait to get her clothes off."

"Yes and she had a great sense of fun and laughed a lot. She might work in the down market product. See if she wants to do a screen test with Boris and Josef."

"I'm sure she will want to," smiled Olga as she took notes. Boris and Josef were two of Anton's well endowed male leads who would soon find out if number two was up to a vigorous DP. 

"Kristina has just texted me. She's waiting in the lobby."

"Fine. Ask her to come up please."

Kristina saw Olga's text and nervously went over to the lift. She had to fight the urge to turn and run away. Olga had explained what would happen in this interview and had gone through the legal agreement with her. Kristina knew she would be able to leave at anytime, but still wasn't sure. She had looked up Anton's website, seen his girls and looked at some of the videos.

"What am I doing here?" she asked herself as she pressed the lift button for the penthouse. "This isn't me."

But she knew why she was there. She was the youngest of two children, her father had died young from alcohol abuse and her mother had lost her job. Her sister was 10 years older than her and was an example of everything she didn't want. Her sister was married to a man like so many Russians who drank too much, they lived in a dreary two roomed apartment in a dreary tenement building. Her sister, who used to be so beautiful was now aged far beyond her years, struggling to find every ruble to eke out a miserable existence and somehow feed and clothe her two children.

"Wear what you would wear going to the movies," Olga had instructed. She wore a dress which came to her knees and and a loose fitting sweater. Her long blond hair was tied in a tight pony tail and apart from lipstick she wore no make-up.

Anton watched as Olga led Kristina into the suite and directed her to sit on the sofa. He noticed her unflattering choice of clothes, her pony tail, the absence of make up and her nervousness.

"Yes, Kristina, you may have some battles to fight," he thought.

But he also noticed the grace with which she walked, her lovely straight posture and slim figure, the immaculate glowing complexion, the generous red lips and the big blue eyes. "Some Slavic blood," he thought approvingly as he saw her strong cheek bones. 

Kristina sat awkwardly on the sofa. She recognized Anton from his website. About 40, hair thinning a bit, not fat but certainly not slim. It was strange to be in the room with this man who was always surrounded by beautiful women and indeed, who she had seen fucking some of them on the videos. But he had a kindly looking face with a gentle smile and wasn't leering at her.

She looked around the suite and realized that it would cost more for one night than a Muscovite would earn in a month.

"Hello Kristina. I'm Anton. Do you speak English?"

"Just a little."

"Good. Olga will translate for you if you don't understand anything." Anton looked through her photographs then looked at Olga, frowning as he did so.

"Did Yuri take these shots of Kristina, Olga? He's slipping. Kristina is far more beautiful than these show."

Olga managed to smile, but she was used to this joke as Anton cracked it with most of his girls. Kristina smiled nervously for a moment.

Anton asked her about her life and seemed interested in her answers. She was a student at the academy, had a married sister and lived with her mother.

"Did your father leave your mother?"

"No, he's dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You must miss him."

"No I don't. He was an alcoholic and he used to hit my mother and me."

"He didn't molest you?"

"No, I was only 8 when he died. But I hate to think what he did to my mother."

Anton knew enough about Russia to know that this was not an unusual scenario. In one way he sympathized with Kristina, but selfishly he also thought that she would have a good reason for wanting to change things.

He asked more questions about her studies about her hobbies and interest in music and under his gentle questioning she started to relax. He always looked at her face, never her body.

"Thank you Kristina, you are a very lovely person."

Her timid smile lasted a little longer.

"I just want to run over the business details. You know what I do?"

"Yes, Olga told me about your website and I've seen it."

"What did you think?"

Kristina screwed up her face as she tried to think of a polite answer. Although Anton's site was more tasteful than most porn sites she didn't like the thought that someday she might be featuring on it.

"It's better than most porn sites."

Anton laughed.

"Do you look at a lot of porn sites?"

Kristina looked embarrassed. "Not many."

"Do you look at them with your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend now but I used to with one."

"I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend, a beautiful girl like you."

"The boys I'm interested in don't seem to be interested in me."

"Ah, these Russian men. Sometimes they can be so stupid."

Kristina laughed for a moment then her nervousness returned.

"Did you and your boyfriend have sex after you looked at porn sites?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Did you like it?"

She nodded, but Anton suspected that it had been less than overwhelming.

"Where did he do it. In your pussy?"

"Do I have to talk about my sex life?"

Anton's frown was genuine this time. "Kristina. I'm in the sex business. You're applying for a job as a sex actress. So yes, we are going to talk about your sex life. Did your boyfriend fuck you in your pussy?"

An embarrassed nod.

"In your ass?"

Kristina appeared not to understand so Olga translated and Kristina quickly shook her head, frowning a little.

"In your mouth?"

Kristina nodded her head after Olga translated.

"Did you like that?"

A bored shrug. Anton took that for a "No".

"And how many boys have you made love to?"

"Only two. And I only did it once with the second because I didn't enjoy it with him?"

"Why do you want to be a porn star?" Anton knew that the answer wasn't that Kristina loved sex.

After Olga's translation Kristina's face looked blank.

"Perhaps the money?"

This brought a timid nod and smile. Olga frowned inwardly. Girls who didn't have a keen appetite for sex and were doing it just for the money usually didn't work out.

"Olga was a porn star. One of the best. I think you quite liked it didn't you Olga and you sure made a lot of money."

Olga was quite unashamed of her background despite now being one of Moscow's more famous lawyers.

"Yes, I loved it. I wouldn't be where I am now without Anton." She blew him a kiss. "But, Kristina, if you pass the test, you'll have to decide whether it's what you want."

Anton decided to move things forward and Olga translated for Kristina and showed her clauses in the contract.

"The reason you've come today is for nude shots. Now at any time you may leave, the door's not locked. When we've finished, if you want to be paid, you will sign a form saying we can post the shots on our website and in our magazine. If you don't take the money and don't sign, we won't publish."

Kristina nodded, frowning.

"Afterwards, if Olga and I agree and you agree as well, of course, you can come back another day for a live sex screen test for which you will also be paid.

Kristina nodded.

"Do you have any questions?"

Kristina checked on the money. For the nude shots she would be paid as much as an average Russian would earn in a month. For the screen test, more than three month's income.

"How do I know that you will pay me?"

Anton frowned for a moment, but knew Russians had good reason to be suspicious.

"Olga paid you promptly didn't she?"

"Yes and she even gave me a bonus because she said I tried so hard."

Kristina gave her first dazzling smile as she looked at Olga.

"Do that again, that smile," said Anton directing his camera.

Kristina couldn't until Anton said, "OK, scowl at me if you can't smile."

This brought another lovely smile.

Room service came up with some tea and the three talked. Kristina asked Olga questions about her life in the porn business and visibly relaxed. Olga truthfully told her that she was as beautiful as any woman she had known in the porn business and Kristina's smile came more often. She even giggled and once burst out laughing. She felt calmer about what was coming. Both Anton and Olga had been porn stars showing everything. Anton must have seen thousands of girls naked so it really wasn't such a big deal. And she could decide later if she wanted her shots to go onto the website.

However her confidence evaporated when Anton said, "Now, could you please show me your body."

This was the moment when she would reveal everything. Olga had shown her photos of the poses which were expected and some were very uninhibited. Anton watched the indecision on her face but smiled gently. Olga was watching Anton. Usually if a girl was hesitant like this it resulted in a shake of his head and the end of the girl's application.

Anton gave Kristina a quizzical look. "You knew when you came here that you would have to do this. Dealing with beautiful women is my business, I have seen thousands of them naked. I'm sure you will be very beautiful, but don't be upset if I say that you won't be showing me anything I haven't seen many times before."

It was his glance at his watch which made up Kristina's mind and she realized she had to do it. When she had come for her first interview she had seen a lot of other girls applying; most were very attractive and Anton had his choice from all of them. She only had the choice of taking off her clothes or leading a life like her sister's.

Kristina took off her shoes then stood up and removed her sweater. Underneath she only had a small black bra. Looking at the wall over Anton's head she took off her skirt and folded it neatly.

"Ah yes, you have a beautiful body. Look at those lovely long legs Olga."

There was more hesitation and Kristina saw Anton and Olga watching her. She moved her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra to show her uplifted pink tipped breasts. Anton's head nodded approvingly.

The final hurdle. Her black knickers. Again she hesitated.

"You have to do it if you want to go any further," Olga said gently. She was surprised that Anton was continuing with the interview. She had expected him to dismiss this girl who was so sexually inexperienced and so shy about showing herself. However, he was the boss and Olga had seen his early fascination for Kristina.

Bracing herself Kristina lowered her knickers then placed them tidily on the sofa. She stood rigid with her hands at her side, aware of Anton's scrutiny as he snapped away with his still camera. He saw her plump and neat pussy lips as she had obeyed Olga's instruction to trim her pubic hair.

"Excellent, thank you Kristina. Could you untie your hair too please."

Kristina let her blond locks loose and shook her head so they cascaded to her shoulders.

"Now can we see that lovely smile again." But Kristina could only manage a brief nervous grin.

"If you can't smile you can poke your tongue out at me."

This brought a dazzling smile and Olga could see why Anton was so captivated.

"Now just walk around the room, turning yourself around. Ah, yes you have a beautiful firm bottom to match your pussy."

"And come closer to me." Kristina was aware that his camera lens was pointing straight at her pussy, but her mind was on auto-pilot as she obeyed the instructions. It was an unreal situation, Olga and Anton continued their conversation as she paraded herself, often giving her compliments.

"And part your legs more." She was only a meter in front and the camera was still pointing at her vulva.

"And push your lovely pussy to the camera."

He looked her in the eye. "Do you like your body?"

She grinned and nodded.

"Good, you should be proud. You are very lovely."

Olga sighed to herself. "Oh no, he's fallen for another one. Ah well Anton, it's your money."

"Now the doggy position on the sofa please Kristina."

She had been dreading this moment as Olga had shown her photos of the position. She hesitated and looked at Anton but he and Olga were having a discussion as they looked at the screen on his camera and reviewed his shots.

Kristina knelt on the sofa, facing the back, her shoulders on the top of the backrest and her pussy and backside pointing at the camera. She looked at the camera over her shoulder.

Olga and Anton finished their chat. "That's good. Now push your tummy down and your backside up. Good. Now spread your legs please. Bum pointing almost at the ceiling. Legs even wider still."

Kristina was acutely aware that all her private parts were openly displayed. Her pussy was open and pushing back towards the camera and she knew that her puckered anus was fully exposed. She looked back over her shoulder waiting for Anton's instructions.

"Very good Kristina. I think you have been practicing. How about that for a wonderful pussy Olga?'

"I thought she would be perfect," Olga sounded proud.

Anton's mobile phone rang and he answered it brusquely. He then had an angry and extended conversation and Kristina thought she might move from her revealing position while he was talking.

Anton put his hand over his phone. "No Kristina, we are not finished yet."

The conversation continued for a few minutes and Kristina forgot her all showing position and waited patiently. While a final foreign expletive Anton switched off his phone. He had deliberately prolonged the conversation so that he could see how Kristina reacted in this vulnerable position. He was glad to see she was more relaxed.

Anton took a lot of shots with his still camera. Sometimes he spoke encouragingly and complimented Kristina, sometimes he seemed engrossed in his work. Once he put his hand on the inside of her thighs to spread them and once he pushed gently on her back to expose her pussy even more.




The Casting Couch



Kristina was now feeling confident. She had overcome her biggest mental barrier. She had never imagined that any man, or woman for that matter, would want to see her like this, but the longer she was in the position the more relaxed she felt and even started to feel aroused.

"Can I see what I look like?"

Anton came beside her at the sofa and ran through the shots on the screen of his camera.

"Well Anton, your camera has been where the sun doesn't shine," she giggled and burst into laughter.

Anton then asked her to sit on the sofa in the "star" position. She did so, leaning back, lifting her feet onto the seat spreading them wide apart without being asked to. Again her pussy and anus were fully exposed.

Anton peered through his lens.

"Use your fingers to spread your pussy lips."

Without hesitation Kristina did as directed and her glistening inner labia were displayed.

"Olga, I think Kristina is getting into the mood." 

"She certainly is. And that really is a beautiful nectar pot."

"Do you like doing it with women?" Anton asked.

"I've never tried it." Anton wasn't surprised.

"How do you feel, being in a pose like this?"

Kristina didn't answer so Olga translated.

"I never imagined I would ever be asked to, let alone do it. But, if it's part of the job, that's OK."

Anton took more shots and asked her questions about her college life. He again extended the time he kept her in this pose because he saw it as training for her.

"Wonderful Kristina. You're a natural. Sit down and relax."

Still naked and careful to keep her knees apart, as Olga had instructed, Kristina sat on the sofa. Anton transferred the video and stills to his computer and the three watched on a very large LCD screen. Kristina felt a mixture of emotions. 

"God here I am showing everything and with one email it could be all over the internet." But then she started to feel pride. She had always felt proud of her body and knew she was beautiful. But not this beautiful. She appreciated the Anton's artistry. Both Anton and Olga paid her a lot of compliments and she started to feel more relaxed in this strange company, despite her nudity and her shaven pussy on display.

"Olga and I need to talk" said Anton as they left the room.

"Well?" Anton looked at Olga.

"I don't think so. She's very pretty, she has a lovely nature once she's got over her shyness. But I don't think she be happy fucking in front of cameras for the whole world to see."

"She relaxed quite well and seemed to enjoy opening her pussy."

"Can't you see Anton. She's putting on a show, just for you. That old Croatian charm is working again. If you pay her for a screen test you'll be wasting your money."

Anton looked at her. "I'll offer her a screen test."

"It's your money."

"Decision time Kristina," said Anton. "Your first decision is about the money and what we do with the video and shots we've taken so far. To receive the money you must sign this form which will give us authority to put these on our website and anywhere else."

He put down a large pile of dollar notes. Kristina counted them and was pleasantly surprised. At the official exchange rate it was 20% more than agreed. But when she went to the black market she knew she would be able to exchange the greenbacks for half as much again.

"This is more than you said."

"Bonus for trying so hard and being so exquisitely beautiful," smiled Anton.

Kristina couldn't resist giving her dazzling smile.

"Olga and I have already decided that you've easily qualified for a screen test. It was a no brainer. So, you've got to think about that as well."

Olga frowned but she knew it wasn't her job to tell Kristina that she thought she wasn't right for it

Kristina had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The idea that her genitals would be on the internet. That her friends and family would be told about it. She looked at the money and did some sums. And she thought about the screen test money. And how much she would make in one of Anton's porn videos.

"What guarantees are there that I'll get work in one of your videos?"

"None at all. If you do the screen test, I'll show it to my directors and they'll decide if they want to use you."

"What happens in the screen test."

Anton had already decided that she was best suited for the up-market porn.

"You'll do a one on one. But pretty much everything. Pussy fucking, oral, anal. No SM, well maybe a spank or two."

Kristina flinched. "Who will I do it with?"

"I've decided it'll be an older man, going a bit bald, a bit overweight and with a small dick."

Olga laughed. "I knew you'd volunteer for this one Anton."

Anton looked at Kristina. "Sorry, not your idea of a dreamboat. Have you ever wanted to kiss a 40 year old man?" He grinned at her.

Kristina certainly hadn't, but thought that if she had to do it with anyone, Anton would be OK. In his own way he had been gentle and charming. He had been able to make her comfortable and relaxed in those revealing positions.

"His dick isn't that small," said Olga. "But he's not that big either. Poor Anton always feels a bit inadequate on the set with some of his studs who are hung like horses. But no girl I've met has ever minded. If you do want to do it, you'll find you'll learn somethings you never even dreamed about."

"I need some time to think."

"Sure you do. I'll leave you to talk it through with Olga. I've got an appointment to go to." He stood up and let his eyes slowly take in all her body. Kristina didn't mind at all; she felt a strange flow of affection and stood up and hugged him.

"You have been very professional and very patient with me."

"Careful, beautiful flower, you may see another side of me." His hand fondled her buttocks and even spread them slightly, then he left.

Olga explained everything to Kristina. Her face was stern and matter of fact.

"It's all or nothing. Oral both ways, pussy and anal." She saw Kristina screw up her face. "It's your choice Kristina and you can leave at anytime but you won't get paid. And you've got to enjoy it. Everything. Or at least act as if you are enjoying it. If you don't, that's the end of the test and no money. You do everything he says immediately without questioning. Now I want you to take these DVDs and watch them to see what's expected. And as you haven't done oral properly or anal at all, you need to practice with these."

Olga produced two dildos from her briefcase. One was an over sized penis. "This is for practicing oral. See this mark I've made on it. You should swallow it so far that your lips reach here." Kristina looked horrified but said nothing. Olga held up the other dildo which was the size of a thick pen.

"This is to get you ready for anal. Use this gel with it. I suggest that you practice with it each time you masturbate. The DVD will show you."

"When will it happen?"

"In a week, but I need you to text me by tomorrow night with your decision."

"I'm scared he might have aids or something."

"He's very careful. Here's a voucher for the medical center. Take it there tomorrow and they'll test you for everything. Bring there results when you come. Anton will do the same for you."

Kristina thought. "They really had thought of everything. Well, he's probably done this hundreds of times before."

"Will I just be a whore if I do this for the money?"

Olga's face hardened. She didn't like her previous profession described like that.

"If Anton had wanted a whore, he could have had Moscow's finest for a week with the money he's paying you for today. He doesn't need whores. Any of his actresses is more than keen to sleep with him for nothing. He's a man of strange principals. He thinks you should be paid a modeling fee for what you have done today and an acting fee for the screen test. I've told him most of the girls I've interviewed would do it for nothing, but he thinks differently.

"Now, go and shower and get dressed. And you need to make up your mind about today's fee."

Olga's face softened. "Kristina, I understand why you are here. Money. Maybe it's not fair and you wish it wasn't like this. What are your options? A girls as beautiful as you could easily work in one of Moscow's brothels. Being abused by six men a day and earning next to nothing. Or perhaps you could end up like your sister and mother. Is that what you want for yourself?"

Kristina showered and dressed, then signed the release form, took the money and said she'd like a screen test.

A week later

Kristina returned to the luxury hotel at the agreed time in the late evening. She was more resolved in her mind. Those shots of her naked and with her open pussy would be all over the internet by now. The damage was done and it didn't seem to be a big difference to be shown having sex. She had seen the videos showing what she was expected to do. Just about everything was far outside her experience, far outside what she had ever wanted to do in sex. 

But she had rationalized it. This was going to be her job and this was her escape from Moscow. And somehow, doing it with Anton made it seem better.

Only Olga was there.

"Do you have your medical certificate?"

Kristina handed it to her and Olga showed her Anton's and explained it.

"Please have a shower then change into this bathrobe."

"I had a shower before I came."

Olga frowned. "Then have another shower."

Olga showed Kristina the bedroom where the screen test would take place. There was a super king sized bed with immaculate sheets and on three sides cameras were set up.

"The cameras will run by themselves so it'll just be you and Anton." Kristina was pleased that there would be no camera men watching. 

"But you will have to move into the positions Anton tells you so that everything is filmed properly."

"I will be in the next room. There is no need for me to stay but Anton thinks the new girls feel more comfortable with me nearby. But remember that you are free to go at anytime. No door will be locked and we won't try to stop you."

Olga poured her a glass of wine and they sat on the bed together.

"Kristina, you are here because you have decided you want to. No-one has pressured you into to this. You are not being raped. But this is a screen test and you will be well paid for it and so you will do exactly as Anton says. Don't disagree or argue with him and never tell him to stop unless you want to leave.

"Anton is a little overweight because he eats and drinks too much. But he is very fit and strong. He is also a very experienced lover and you will find that many of the things he does will give you a lot of pleasure, but he will be concerned for his own pleasure as well. Just remember to always act as though you are enjoying yourself. He'll want you to kiss him. It's strange, but for some girls that's the hardest part."

Anton had arrived and had changed in another bedroom and came in wearing a white bathrobe similar to the one Kristina was wearing. Olga poured him some wine and he sat on the bed beside them.

"So, you are ready for your test, Kristina?"

She nodded nervously.

"Good, you are looking very beautiful. Now we need to rearrange things a little. Could you sit further back on the bed. Good."

He undid her bathrobe. "Now, pull your feet back and put your knees high and wide and show your pussy for that camera."

There was nothing new for Kristina in this so she easily complied.

"Ah, this is very nice."

Kristina had spent some of her interview money on a Brazilian. Anton stroked her pussy and his touch felt gentle.

As he sipped his wine Anton surveyed her body. So beautiful. Those firm young breasts he wanted to nibble and bite, that pink pussy he wanted to explore and fuck. He couldn't quite see her anus which he was going to ravish. He would enjoy this. He chatted to Olga who showed him Kristina's medical certificate.

Olga poured Kristina another glass of wine. Two glasses would help her to relax but no more.

"I will be in the next room if you need me Kristina." Olga left the room closing the door behind her.

Anton continued talking to Kristina stroking her breast as he did so.

"Just relax beautiful flower."

His bathrobe was a little open and she could see his upper body. He wasn't fat, more solid around the waist. He saw her glance.

"See, a fat middle aged man. Not a muscle bound hulk for you Kristina."

She laughed and stroked his slight belly. "Not fat, just well built."

"Do you have a favorite film actor?"

"Johnny Depp I suppose."

"See if you can imagine I'm Johnny Depp." He laughed. "That's quite a test for your imagination."

He put his hand to the side of her face guiding it so he could kiss her. Kristina didn't mind, in a strange way she was now quite fond of him. Anton then knelt on the floor in front of her.

"Lie back flower."

Kristina felt his fingertips lightly skim over her thighs, over her pussy, her outer labia and her clitoral hood. She felt his breath on her vulva and then his lips and tongue covered the same flesh.

"Such a beautiful young pussy."

Anton adjusted her position slightly for the camera and pushed her legs wider. Then Kristina felt his fingers spread her labia and felt his tongue explore. She had learned from watching the DVD and gave a groan which she hoped sounded like a groan of pleasure.

Anton had bedded over a thousand women and was well tuned to their responses. He knew a fake when he heard it.

"Thank you for trying, flower," he said to himself. "Let's see if we can get the real thing." 

It was a matter of pride to Anton that he should give his screen test partners real orgasms. And that also increased their enthusiasm for his demands of them.

His practiced lips and tongue expertly found Kristina's clitoris. He varied his pressure and his speed to see how she reacted.

Again following the DVD Kristina stroked his head and groaned again. But now she was starting to feel a warmth in her loins. No-one had ever done this before to her and as she got used to it she liked it more and more. Her hips gave a wriggle which Anton knew wasn't feigned. He moved away from her clitoris to suck her vagina and tasted the juice of her sexual excitement.

Kristina's excitement rose and for the next five minutes Anton kept her on the edge of an orgasm. Her stomach heaved and writhed and her groans now were absolutely genuine expressions of delight.

Anton decided the time was right and Kristina came with an extended shriek. Next door Olga smiled.

"Anton that was lovely," giggled Kristina and when he moved up the bed she happily put his knob in her mouth. Thankfully it was not nearly as big as the dildo Olga had given her

Anton watched her timid movement. She would have to learn to do more than that, but that would come later.

"So, my little flower is very sexy when she wants to be," he smiled.

Kristina was happy and relaxed. Anton was gentle and that orgasm had been wonderful. When he bent over she willingly kissed him and put her tongue in his mouth.

Anton adjusted her position so that she was on show for another camera, still on her back with her legs wide. Again he went down on her but after some soft licks it was different. His lips sucked very hard on her clitoris, so hard it hurt a little. Kristina almost asked him to be more gentle then remembered that she must follow his instructions without question.

Anton sucked harder and the pain increased. But strangely so did Kristina's thrill of excitement. She wanted him to stop but didn't want him to stop. Her groans were a mixture of agony and ecstasy and then she felt his fingers rub the upper inside of her vagina. They started nicely but the pressure increased and it felt harsh.

Anton was being very careful; he wanted the right combination of pain and sexual thrill and when he sensed the pain was getting to much, he eased slightly and and Kristina soon orgasmed again. This was far more intense than her first, her whole body writhed as the pleasure exploded through her vulva.

Before she had time to recover Anton moved up thrust his cock into Kristina's pulsating vagina.

"God, so small and tight," he groaned in pleasure.

It felt gorgeous for Kristina as well and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and thrust her pelvis up to him. Her groans were loud and animated and Anton knew they were genuine. To reward her he skillfully ground his pelvis against her clitoris and to her joy she felt herself coming again.

Now Anton's work started in earnest. Over the next half hour he maneuvered Kristina into a variety of positions all intended to display her body and their action for the best benefit of the cameras. She took him in the missionary position, the doggy position, on her side, sitting on him facing his face, sitting on him facing his feet, and standing and leaning over the bed. Anton's pounding became more intense, he grunted and muttered words in a language that Kristina couldn't understand.

She enjoyed the sensations for the first 20 minutes but became tired and so her groans became acts. Anton realized this but didn't mind. He only had two goals: to get it all on camera and to obey the frenzied demands of his cock. When she was kneeling, taking him doggy style, he slapped her buttocks and gave a triumphant yell and he liked the way her buttocks became pink.

At last he pulled out but Kristina's relief was short lived. He stood in front of her and she knelt, knowing what was expected. This time Anton set the pace for the oral sex. He took her hands away from his shaft then put his hands behind her head and pushed her forward. Kristina felt his knob bang into her throat and her nose touch his pubic hair. Fortunately he was smaller than her practice dildo and she was able to take it without gagging.

Anton noticed this with approval and proceeded to fuck her mouth. 

"Suck harder, as hard as you can, flower," he roared.

Kristina did so and developed a rhythm as her lips bobbed up and down on his shaft. Anton realized she didn't need to have her head forced down and concentrated on his ejaculation. He came with another roar and Kristina felt his load squirt deep in her mouth.

Anton knelt in front of her and passed her a wine glass. Gratefully she sipped then swallowed and Anton collapsed on the bed panting.

"You are too beautiful and sexy Kristina. You drive an old man crazy." He gently squeezed her nipple.

Kristina felt a surge of affection. She had never known anything like the orgasms she had just had. She realized that he had made the effort to make her enjoy it first and while he had been vigorous he hadn't hurt her. She had even liked the slaps.

She kissed his lips. ""You drove me a bit crazy too, Johnny Depp."

They both laughed then kissed deeply for a few minutes.

Then Anton abruptly stood up and and opened a drawer. Kristina saw him getting a tube of lubricant. She had dismissed her concerns about anal sex from her mind but know they all returned in force.

Anton saw her frown. "Your choice, flower. But no money if you leave now."

Two thoughts reassured her. First, she had gone this far and it wouldn't be too long before she got the money. Second she had enjoyed what had happened so far. Anton really was very sexy and considerate. Sure she would have preferred the fucking to have finished sooner, but she realized that was a requirement for the screen test.

Anton guided her into the doggy position, pushing her shoulders down to the sheets. She was in a position where one camera would be focused on her ass and another on her face to capture her reactions. He knelt behind her and she could feel his breath as he peered at her anus and ran his hands over her buttocks. Then she felt him apply the gel, then one of his fingers squeeze into her anal canal.

Anton noticed the tightness of her anus but realized it was probably nerves as she seemed to relax once his finger was in three knuckles. Kristina had practiced with the dildo, but Anton's finger felt nicer as he moved it in and out. Then his movements became more vigorous and he rotated as well, try to expand the walls of her bowel. Then he inserted another finger. That did hurt a bit at first and Kristina hoped her agonized groan sounded like ecstasy. However her anus relaxed to accommodate his digits.




The Casting Couch



Anton now flipped her onto her back, keeping his fingers inserted and his tongue returned to her clitoris. Her groans became truly ecstatic from the combined pleasures. Anton's tongue worked hard on her clitoris and his fingers worked vigorously in her bowel. Kristina's previous orgasms had been wonderful, but the paled into insignificance compared to the physical symphony which now exploded.

Anton let her recover then shifted back to the doggy position, crouching over her. She felt his knob nudge, but she was dilated from his fingers and it slid in easily. Anton was slow and careful for a few minutes but he had done his preparations well and was able to slid in to the hilt of his cock. 

"Is it all right flower?"

He was pleasantly surprised to hear a genuine groan of pleasure. Kristina now felt comfortable, knowing she had taken his cock right in and it hadn't hurt.

As before Anton made sure that Kristina came first and she became an eager and willing participant. She was anally fucked in every position imaginable and some she hadn't imagined. Anton became more vigorous and held her hips tightly as he grunted and thrashed into her buttocks with his loins and spanked them with his hands. Kristina moaned with pleasure. He gabbed her hair and pulled her face up so the camera could see her expressions.

After 15 minutes he pulled out and Kristina was relieved as her ass was getting tired and her previously virginal bowel was getting sore from the unaccustomed hammering. But it was just to put more lubricant on his cock and he returned to his task with even greater enthusiasm. After another 10 minutes Kristina lay on her side and her groans were more pain than pleasure as he built his tempo higher. Then Anton's fingers returned to her clitoris and suddenly, God, another orgasm, she couldn't believe it. Anton's grunts became more frenzied and she heard him roar as he thrust deeply. She realized he had come in her ass.

Anton lay on his back panting and groaning but directed Kristina to suck his cock clean. 

Anton smiled at he and gave her a hug. Kristina snuggled in and gave his balls a gentle squeeze and enjoyed his kisses. She would have liked to have stayed like that for longer but Anton stood up and directed her to the shower.

When Kristina finished dressing she joined Olga and Anton in the main room. They were having a discussion. Olga pointed to a pile of dollar notes and the legal agreement and Kristina signed it without hesitation and put the money in her purse.

"Don't you want to count it?" asked Anton.

"I think I can trust you, Johnny Depp." This brought a laugh from Anton and a puzzled look from Olga. Kristina was really keen to know what they thought of her screen test, but remembered that Anton had told her he was sending it to his directors to get their opinion.

"Thank you Kristina. We will let you know." She realized she was being dismissed and left the suite.

The next day Kristina received a call from Olga asking her to return as they needed more photos. She thought this was encouraging and now was relaxed with the prospect of flaunting her pussy.

However she wasn't asked to strip but was told by Anton to try on some clothes after Olga had skilfully applied make-up on her face. They were the most beautiful clothes Kristina had ever worn. She was puzzled but posed as requested as he took hundreds of shots. She did have to pose wearing just bikini briefs and high heels, but not in the provocative positions of the previous time. By now she was totally relaxed showing her breasts and Olga saw how the camera liked her.

Again she was dismissed but three days later was invited to return again.

"Kristina," said Anton, "my directors have had a look at your test. They think you are very promising, but want you to do another test."

Kristina nodded. She wouldn't mind, with Anton again.

"This time with Boris and Josef." 

Two tall and powerfully built men came into the room. They were good looking and smiled at her. Josef gave her some flowers and Boris kissed her cheek. "Hi Kristina, Anton said you are a stunner. He's right."

Anton continued. "We want you to do a double play with Boris and Josef. Both at the same time. Fucking your pussy and ass at the same time."

Kristina felt a chill in her stomach.

"Now this time also we need camera men to get the quality we need." He directed her into the bedroom where three camera men were with their cameras and lights. They smiled at her in a friendly manner.

Kristina felt worse. Two men at the same time and in front of all these others. Josef and Boris took off their clothes and Kristina was frightened. Their cocks were huge. Bigger than the dildo Olga had given her to practice oral sex.

Kristina looked around the room. Anton was talking to the camera men, discussing the lighting. Boris and Josef were studying porn magazines and she saw their erections rising. They were enormous. Olga handed her a tube of gel.

"You'd better put a lot of this in your ass Kristina, those two big cocks will take a bit of getting used to. Now, it's time for you to take off your clothes."

Kristina stood transfixed with fear. The double penetration sounded terrible, especially with those enormous cocks. Just doing it in this matter of fact way with all these people in the room. She nervously took off her clothes and saw Boris' and Josef's admiring looks.

Boris lay on his back, his enormous erection was vertical.

"Kristina, please kneel down and give Boris one of your lovely blow jobs," said Anton.

Reluctantly she did so. This was nothing like the fun she had had with Anton. There was no build-up at all. Just straight into it. Boris' cock was much much bigger than Anton's and she was only able to get half of it into her mouth. Boris put his hand on her head to push her down but heard Anton's cough and saw him shake his head.

Kristina felt some hands move her buttocks.

"Put your ass higher, Josef wants to put his cock in it."

Although Kristina had followed Olga's advice and had lubricated herself, the huge head of Josef's erection didn't just slide in the way Anton's had done. She felt Josef's hands on her hips and felt him push quite firmly. His knob went in and she felt a splitting agony in her anus. She gave a squeal of pain and stood up.

Olga came and put and arm around her. "Just take your time Kristina."

Kristina looked around the room. Boris and Josef were looking at her with concerned expressions, Anton's face was tender and the camera men had all turned away. She glanced at Josef's and Boris' erections and knew she would never be able to take them both at the same time. But more than that, she didn't want to. She realized her body wasn't meant for this. Sex was an intimate thing. Doing it mechanically with two or more men, with more watching, now that she was actually doing it, it seemed so wrong. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Anton. I can't do it."

"You'll soon get used to big cocks like theirs."

"No, it's more than that. I don't want to do it. I'm so sorry, I've wasted your time. I'll give you back your money."

Anton came over, put an arm around her shoulders and led her from the bedroom.

"Kristina, beautiful flower, thank you for efforts. This really was a test for you. Olga and I both felt that hard-core porn wasn't really right for you. But we wanted you to see for yourself."

She nodded, still crying. There went her dreams of escaping from Moscow.

"Your first test was perfect. You were so sexy and exciting, but you are an intimate lover, not an exhibitionist."

In her heart Kristina knew this was true and she nodded, her eyes misty with tears. Then Anton gave her a hug.

"But I do have an alternative which may suit you." He drew an envelope from his briefcase. 

"I have shown the photos of you, wearing clothes, to one of New York's top modeling agencies. They liked what they saw and will give you a six month trial contract. Don't worry too much about the "trial", I know they are very keen. They want you over there in three weeks time and they want you to lose 5 kilograms. And to work hard on your English."

Kristina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She opened the envelope and saw airline tickets and a contract which Olga explained. She went over to Anton and held him in a tight hug.

"You are such a lovely man, Johnny Depp. How can I ever thank you? Look, I'll get you your money." She went towards her purse, but Anton shook his head.

"No, you did everything required in the agreements. A deal is a deal. In fact I have a small present for you." He handed her a small parcel. 

"You can open it."

Kristina did so and saw a DVD. She looked at the label. "Kristina's Screen Debut" and there was a photo on the cover of her in that doggy position on the sofa. Her heart sank. These would be going all over the internet. What would her mother and friends think? Surely the modeling agency would fire her?

"Read the note," said Anton.

Kristina read, "Beautiful flower, this is the only copy of all your screen tests. I haven't kept a copy and it hasn't gone on the internet. Wouldn't be right for a world famous model. Treasure it and be proud, you were wonderful."

This wasn't completely true. He had kept one shot of Kristina in the doggy position with her radiant smile and her pussy and anus winking at him. But he would never show it to anyone.

This brought another hug and tears, but this time, not tears of pain, but tears of joy. Anton liked the feeling of her still naked body against him and started to slip his fingers between her buttocks. Then he changed his mind. "Olga and I have work to do. Please get dressed."

"Well, that was an expensive fuck for you," said Olga to Anton after Kristina had left.

"I guess. But allow me my follies. And perhaps there will be some ongoing benefits."

"It seems a pity to have brought Boris and Josef here and not to use those lovely cocks."

Anton kissed her. "Go for it Olga. I'm sure you will make their days."

Anton was right about future benefits. For the next 10 years, every three months or so, he received a phone call from a world famous model.

"Hi there Johnny Depp. Do you want to watch a really good porno video? The male star looks like he's a fantastic fuck."

They would meet in a luxury hotel suite, watch the video and then do many action replays over the following three days.