by Lexi Archer
"In that case I think I have something else I want you to do for the screen test," he said.
I looked at him beyond the camera. Through it all he was still feeling me up. God I was so fucking wet! I was so fucking turned on! That more than anything had a lot to do with why I just moved right on ahead despite the doubts worming their way through my mind and twisting my gut.
"What's that?"
And then his hand was off of my tits. I felt relief that he wasn't feeling me up anymore, but at the same time I felt a sense of loss. I'd been getting so turned on. So hot. I wanted his hands on me. It was surprising, but at the same time I couldn't deny what I wanted.
His hand moved down my arm. Down into my hand. And then he was moving it forward, keeping the camera on me the whole time, and pressing my hand against a hard bulge in the front of his pants. My eyes went wide and he was sure to catch that on camera. He moved my hand up and then he was pressing my fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
"I'm going to stop you right there," he said. "From here it's all up to you what you want to do. But I think we could get one hell of a casting shot, if you know what I mean."
I felt lightheaded. I was definitely losing control of the situation. I was definitely losing control of everything, but I couldn't stop myself. And so I stood there poised, my fingers just inside his waistband. I could feel the ticklish hairs of his pubic hair brushing against my fingers. Another man's pubic hair pressing up against my fingers.
Up until now I'd only felt that on Nathan. I'd only had my hands poised on the edge of grabbing his cock. And here I was with another man. Another man who was worshiping my body. Another man who seemed to know all about Nathan's fantasy even though I'd barely mentioned it. Another man who seemed so desperate have my hand on his cock, and that desperation was a turn on. One hell of a turn on!
Let's just say it was feeding my newly discovered exhibitionist streak in one hell of a way to feel a man who wanted me that much.
And so I took a deep breath and slid my hands inside. Wrapped my fingers around the head of his cock which was already slick with precum. I was astonished to realize just how big that thing was even as I was astonished that I was actually wrapping my hands around another man's cock. I couldn't believe it!
"Yeah Vanessa," he breathed. "That's it. Grab it just like that!"
I continued exploring the contours of his cock. It felt more or less the same as Nathan's cock, but at the same time it was different precisely because it was another man. Precisely because it was a little bigger than what I'd experienced with Nathan. And so because of that difference I felt myself getting so turned on. I was actually touching another man's dick! Holy shit!
"Take it out Vanessa," he said.
I was in a daze. The camera was on me, a red light blinking as he took video of everything. As I snaked my other hand down and worked on his jeans. Undid his belt, then the button holding his pants in place, then unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. I gasped as his cock sprang free, and he caught that reaction on his camera as well. It seemed like this guy was pretty damn skilled at capturing every moment of a scene like this. I suppose that should've struck me as odd, but I was so preoccupied by how incredible his cock looked that I wasn't thinking about anything other than how incredible his cock looked. I wasn’t thinking about anything but how crazy it was that I was actually doing this.
"So what would your boyfriend think of you in here with your hand on another man's cock Vanessa?"
"He's my fiancé," I said.
"Right, your fiancée," he said with a chuckle. "Do you mind turning your hand around? I want to get a shot of your hand with that engagement ring around my cock."
I was so far gone that I did it without thinking. I turned my ring finger around and it flashed in the fluorescent light.
"Great Vanessa. That's perfect. So how long have you been with your guy?"
"A few years," I said.
And through it all I continued working his cock. I continued staring in fascination at this monstrosity in my hands. It was bigger than anything I'd ever felt before, apologies to my fiancé, and it was like some new plaything as I worked my hands around it. As I moved my thumb around his cockhead smearing his precum around. As I thought about Nathan sitting out in the car with no idea that I was feeling up another man's dick!
"Bet you're looking forward to the wedding night, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah," I said. "It's gonna be so hot the first…"
I stopped. I immediately shut up. I don't know why I didn't want him to know that my wedding night was going to be my first time, but suddenly there was a voice in the back of my head that was telling me I needed to shut the fuck up. It's weird that the voice would only come now when I'd already had this guy's cock in my hands, but there it was.
Only he was too perceptive. He picked up on my little slip.
"Your first time Vanessa?"
Once more his hand moved up and he was pulling my head up. Positioning it so I was staring straight at the camera. "Have you never had sex before Vanessa?"
I looked down, a blush coming to my face. For a moment I didn't answer him. I didn't want to answer him, and yet he'd been so direct with the question. And admittedly I was still under the spell cast by how naughty this was. I was still drunk on the power that I seemed to have here getting this man is so turned on in the moment.
"No," I said. "I've never done it before."
"So do you do other things with your fiancé?" "Mike asked. Try to keep him happy while you’re waiting for the big night?"
"Well we do other stuff you know…"
"Like what?"
It was insane. If I'd been thinking rationally then I probably would've thought how incredibly odd it was that we'd come to this place in the conversation. That we'd gone from talking about auditioning for some movie roles to talking about my sex life with my fiancé. That I was standing here with my hand down some stranger’s pants, fingers wrapped around his cock, as I jerked him and he talked about my experience or lack thereof. Yeah, it's easy to say that the whole thing was weird if you're thinking rationally, but to be perfectly honest in that moment rational thought was the last thing running through my head. I was so far gone, so far down the rabbit hole of the fantasy that had just opened up with Nathan the night before, that I was willing to go along with these questions and the impromptu handjob even though they absolutely weren’t the kind of question that I probably ever should have answered. Even though jerking off some stranger in an office park while he filmed every moment of it wasn’t something I ever thought I’d do before it happened.
"You know, blowjobs. Stuff like that."
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Pressing down. My eyes were wide again as I looked up and locked eyes with him. As I stared at that blinking red light on the camera.
I knew exactly what he intended as he started pushing me down. It was a familiar gesture that I'd gotten from Nathan every once in a while. That I hated when he did it, because it always felt like he was just assuming I’d be more than happy to go down on him as soon as he put a hand on top of my head and started pushing. Only now I was already so worked up, I was already so far gone, that I found myself sinking onto my knees. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was so turned on that I was in a mood to do it. As crazy as that sounded considering how annoyed that gesture usually made me.
Then again, everything about what I was doing in this backroom was crazy! Why not one more crazy thing?
Was this entirely appropriate? Hell no. I was getting down on my knees in front of another man while my fiancé was waiting in a car outside. I was going cross eyed as I stared at his huge cock right in front of my face. I was getting drunk off of the sense of power that I had knowing that another man was getting so rock hard just by staring at my body. Just by getting off on the idea of taking a girl who was already taken.
And at the same time I was comforted in a perverse way by the knowledge that my fiancé would be turned on by the
idea of his girl getting down on her knees in front of a strange man. Yeah, Nathan’s cock would be rock hard if he could see his pretty innocent little fiancée who was waiting for marriage doing something so completely out of character like getting down on her knees and leaning forward. Opening her mouth. Taking another man's cockhead in her mouth and licking her tongue to lap up some of his precum.
It really was a strange new experience. On the one hand it was just a cock. A cock was a cock, wasn't it? And yet it all felt off. It all felt so wrong because I was so used to be with Nathan. To feeling the familiar taste, heft, and contours of his dick in my mouth. Mike’s was so much bigger than what I was used to. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to take this whole thing!
And of course there was another major difference between this guy and my fiancé. Normally when I was going down on Nathan there wasn’t a camera focused on me. Except for that one special occasion on his birthday a year back when I was about to go away for an internship and he said he wanted something to remember me by. But that had been a special occasion. Just one time. And he'd promised to delete the video as soon as I got back.
No, this felt completely off. Completely wrong. Completely naughty and so very out of character. The rational part of my mind was screaming that this was terrible. That I shouldn't have another man's cock in my mouth.
But that rational part of my mind was taking a backseat to the turned on part of my brain. To that animal hindbrain that was screaming how turned on I was. About how fucking hot this was. How fucking hot it was precisely because of how wrong it was!
And there was also that sense of power. That sense of knowing that this guy was getting off on me. That he was so turned on because of me. It was a perverse sense of pleasure that I got from having that sort of power over a man.
So I went with it and tried not to think about the potential consequences as I cheated on my husband-to-be while fulfilling one hell of a fantasy for both of us at the same time.
8: Cheating or Fantasy?
I continued moving down his cock, looking up at the camera as he smiled down at me. God this guy was hot. He definitely had that sexy older guy thing going for him, though as I looked at him he couldn't be more than in his mid forties. Still, I was in college and that age gap still felt pretty damn big.
I managed to make it down about halfway before his cock hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. That was something I'd promised to work on with Nathan, but I'd never quite got over it. Only this time Mike reached down with his free hand and gathered up some of my hair. He started pulling me down even further. And I found myself relaxing my throat, trying to hold on as he pulled me down. As his cock started moving into my throat. Tears started streaming down my eyes as he pulled me into territory that’d never been explored even by my fiancé.
Shit. A guy I'd only known for a short while was shoving his cock down into my throat and I was just letting him take me. Letting him shove his cock down my throat like some common whore! I couldn't believe it, and yet at the same time that behavior sent a rush down between my legs. A rush that was demanding to be satisfied.
And so right on camera, right where he could see, I reached down between my legs. Moved my hand inside my panties and started playing with myself. Started fingering my pussy. First going around the outer lips as I felt the base of his cock press against my lips and then he was buried inside me entirely. And through it all I was manipulating my clit sending electric fire running through my body.
I'd never felt this good from getting fingered before, whether from Nathan or when I was on my own playing around, but there was something about the forbidden nature of this scenario that was doing a little something extra for me. That was really getting me going in a big way!
"Pull your panties out Vanessa," he said. "Let me see what you're doing down there."
I did what he asked without even thinking. I pulled my panties out so he could have a view of my fingers disappearing inside my pussy. Of one of my fingers moving around my clit. And if anything being on a camera and doing that sent another surge of pleasure rushing through me. I felt myself shuddering under his gaze and that ever present blinking red light on the camera. And from the way he chuckled he seemed to get the message. He seemed to know exactly how fucking turned on I was.
No sooner had that chuckle ended than he pulled my head back. In an instant it felt like he was suddenly in control. It was as though the tables had been flipped, and rather than me having a sense of power he was the one who was using me for his pleasure. His hands guided and I bobbed on his cock. Up and down, over and over, and I started to get used to the size, to the girth, to the length as it disappeared inside me. As it twitched inside me. As his precum, salty and sticky, leaked into my mouth.
I knew that was only a preview of what was about to come, quite literally. I knew he was probably only moments away from blowing his load into the back of my throat. Only he stopped when my lips were wrapped around the tip of his dick. I took a moment to relax. To get a little bit of a breather, as much as I could breathe with that monster lodged in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I looked up and wondered where he was going with this.
"This is hot Vanessa," he said. "But I really needed to fuck you. I really need to feel everything!"
Panic rose inside me in a way that it hadn’t before. In a way that it probably should have as soon as I got down on my knees in front of him. It was one thing to give a guy a blow job, to take his cock in my mouth. That was something I'd already done with Nathan. That was something that was okay. It was on the approved list.
Letting another guy fuck me, though? That was something completely different. I was supposed to wait until marriage! I was supposed to wait until I had a ring on my finger. That was something I was saving specifically for my wedding night. Specifically for my husband.
I couldn’t lose my virginity to some strange guy in the middle of an abandoned strip mall on some mattress that had obviously been set up for the purpose. I was fooling myself if I thought anything otherwise, especially now that I was down on my knees in front of him and giving this "casting agent" a blowjob. Yeah, it was pretty obvious exactly what kind of "casting agent" he was.
And I was willing to have a little bit of fun with him. I was so turned on that I didn't care in the moment, it's not like I was going to let this video ever go anywhere. I was pretty sure he couldn't do anything with it without my permission. But fucking him was something else entirely.
So I finally did the first rational thing since I’d walked through the door and shook my head.
To my surprise he pulled my head off of his cock. He looked down at me with a profound sense of disappointment. "No?"
"I can't," I said. "I'm saving myself for marriage…"
Mike stared down at me for a long moment. He still looked so disappointed. He opened his mouth and looked like he was going to say something, but then he decided better of it. A smile worked its way across his face.
"You really are saving yourself for your fiancé? That wasn’t just a bullshit line to catch my interest?"
"I am," I said.
I don’t know what he meant by a bullshit line to catch his interest. Why would the fact that I was waiting for marriage catch his interest? If anything I figured the knowledge that there wasn’t a chance I was going to fuck this guy would only annoy him. It certainly annoyed Nathan at times even if he did his best to hide it
"And even if he does fantasize about me with other guys, that's a line that I can't cross. That I won't cross."
"Then I won't make you, but I do need to finish in that gorgeous mouth of yours!"
And then he was pulling me forward again. I was so relieved that he wasn't going to expect me to actually fuck him that I opened my mouth without thinking. I formed my lips into an O shape and then his cock was disappearing in my mouth once more.
Only this time it wasn't like the first time around. No, this time I was used to his le
ngth. Used to his girth. And so within a matter of moments he was pistoning in and out of my throat. He was burying his cock in the back. I was taking it like a champ who’d been doing this sort of thing for years rather than a nice engaged girl who only resorted to giving blowjobs when her husband-to-be begged or on special occasions.
And in a perverse way as this strange man was shoving his cock down my throat I couldn't help but think about how hot it would be if I tried this with Nathan. How it would be one hell of a surprise for him if I just pulled his cock out and deep throated him and swallowed his load without any of the usual begging.
Of course I wasn't sure if I would tell him where I'd learned how to do it. Even though I was justifying this with the knowledge that he got turned on by the idea of me with another man, at the same time there was a part of me that seriously wondered how he would take it if he discovered I'd actually blown another man. I figured it was a fifty/fifty chance where on one side we were breaking up and on the other he got turned on and we had an incredible night of rolling around. It's just that the risk on that fifty/fifty proposition was so great that I wasn't sure I wanted to take it.
Not that I had time to think about it too terribly much in the moment. No, he was burying himself in the back of my throat and I felt a familiar twitching in his cock. A twitching that was very similar to Nathan when he got good and hot. When he was going over the edge. And so I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself for the onslaught.
The first shot from this guy's cock went straight down my throat. Shit. Another man's load was sliding down my throat and into my stomach. And it was as though it was filling me with a burning warmth as that happened. The second shot came in my mouth, and my eyes widened as I realized he was pulling out. The third one landed on my face as his cock pulled out of my mouth entirely.
He stood there with one hand on the camera, the other hand on his cock aiming it. Blowing his load in my hair, on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep him from getting anything in there, I’d heard that hurt like a motherfucker, and then he was aiming down and painting my tits with his load. Damn. This guy had a hell of a lot of come! And it felt like it was burning everywhere it made contact with my body.
