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Sex Audition


I have been trying so hard to break into the film industry that my boyfriend thinks I'm
willing to sell my soul. Mark says that I'll end up having to sign mysterious contracts in
blood.
Where does he get this stuff, you know?
I tried the accepted route, but was getting nowhere. I started looking through the
newspaper. What I found there was exciting! I remember running to Mark and jumping
around as I showed him. There were dozens of ads for auditions in the classifieds. All I
got from him was an eyebrow.
"You know what those are?" He was shaking his head.
"Huh?" How could he know anything about them?
"Read the print there, Charlotte," he pointed. "See that one? 'Models. Nudity.'"
"Oh come on," I pouted. "They're not all like that!"
He was silent for a moment. "Sure, but make me a promise?"
"What?"
"Promise me you'll walk out if the audition turns into a sex audition."
I laughed. "Why, of course, silly."
I had an appointment for an audition! I mean, the very first one I called. I was asked if I
had a problem with modeling in partial nudity or working with others for the audition.
So, they were up front on the phone and the man sounded really nice.
I was so happy and Mark seemed happy, too, but he reminded me of my promise. He
wanted to make love the night before, but I told him that it could affect the audition if I
was sore, or acted different.
The audition hall was a studio lot in a warehouse district. Lots of nice looking cars were
parked around and the reception room inside was comfortable. I was handed some
standard forms to fill out about my personal info and age. I had done these before on the
few interviews I had been on.
I had made sure I came looking my best. I had my chestnut hair lightly curled with
minimal make-up, in case they wanted to apply some. I was wearing my khaki shorts
and white loose blouse. I hadn't worn a bra, because I expected to have to take my
blouse off anyway.
Bruce, the producer, came into the reception room and shook my hand.
His hand was firm, but very soft. He made me feel right at home. He led me back into the
audition studio and showed me the set. There was an overstuffed chair and a small bed
with only a bright white mattress sheet.
He told me what I would be doing for the audition. I was to sit in the chair and answer
some personal questions for the camera, and then do some modeling. Afterwards, he
would have me do some partial nudity footage with another actor or two, depending on
how good I performed.
And that was it.
I was anxious to get started and nervous. I was finally getting some interviews. I
wondered if I could fit in more. I'd have to call all the other places when I got back to the
apartment. I could load up and just blaze through them until I got a part. I'd even do the
nude modeling, if it got me a part.
Bruce had me get up and do some modeling poses with the camera running. He would
call out what he wanted me to do and seemed pleased that I was able to react to his
instructions without hesitation.
"Beautiful legs, Charlotte," Bruce murmured. "Very nice."
I felt myself blush. What a nice compliment.
I went through many different poses, many suggestive. It was all part of the biz, you
know? He had me finally remove my top. I had wondered when that was coming, and I
had prepared myself. I tried to remove it as smoothly as possible with no hesitation.
"Wonderful!" Bruce smiled. "You're all natural."
Why did he have to bring that up? I knew I wasn't sporting the kind of tits men wanted to
see. He must have seen the look on my face.
"No, don't take that wrong. I love your boobs. Natural ones are so much better than fake
ones, in my opinion." He smiled. "I hope that doesn't embarrass you."
With relief, I sighed. "No, and thank you."
Bruce called back over his shoulder to some of the crew behind him. "Johnny, come
give us a hand here."
I was directed to go through some poses with Johnny, a tall bodybuilder with a sculpted
figure. I almost felt like a lump next to him.
"Charlotte, you don't mind showing us your ability to pose with a male actor, do you?"
Bruce made sure I was okay with everything.
There was no way I was going to ruin my chances. I had to show that I was willing to go
as far as any sex scene I had seen in any movie.
Hopefully, they wouldn't require me to be totally nude and fake a sex scene with a nude
guy, but if it came to that, wouldn't I have to go through with it? What if I froze up on Mel

or Leonardo? I had to show them my resolve and easy ability to work with what I was
given. This was as much for Leonardo, as for me. "Of course not, I'm ready."
I had assumed that I might get touched, so I was prepared for it when it happened. I
didn't even bat an eyelash when Johnny touched my arms. We moved and posed for the
camera and when Johnny was directed to touch my breasts, I was ready for that too.
His hands slid over my breasts and the tickle on my nipples rippled through me. I almost
flinched and laughed, but instead turned it into a bright smile.
"There you go, Charlotte!" Bruce was smiling, too.
I felt so good and at ease. This was going well.
"Barry? Get in here for the glamor trio." Bruce waved.
A tall black man walked onto the set and smiled at me. He had an open face with an
easy smile and bright eyes. I've never looked at a black man that way, but he was
handsome if I had to judge.
I was told to take off the shirts of the two men for the camera.
Johhny's came off first. His chest was overbuilt and hairless. It was nice to touch when I
was told to. Barry's was next, and his chest was more defined while being smaller, more
in proportion.
A few poses of us standing sandwiched like seen in many magazines were done, and
then Bruce had more questions for me.
"We'd like to see how you react to nudity while not being nude yourself. Do you have a
problem with full nudity?"
"Me nude?"
"No, do you have a problem with undressing Johnny and Barry and them being nude?"
Bruce tilted his head at me in a considering look.
"No problem; just undress them the rest of the way and let's see how you do."
His words rang in my head. This was all a test. Everything. I was going to pass the test,
no matter what. I squatted and unzipped Barry's pants. I froze for the briefest moment
when I unzipped and pulled down his pants a little. He wasn't wearing any underwear
and my face was just a foot away from his cock.
Wow. I was just a little shocked, but tried to make it look like I was just looking at it. I slid
his pants down and he stepped out of them. I tried not to look, but then realized that not
looking would look bad. So I made sure I looked at it. It was a little large like it was half
hard. Oh well, at least it wasn't me standing there slightly turned on. Maybe he liked my
boobs.
Would Leonardo like my boobs and be half hard? I smiled.

"Nice, Charlotte, nice," Bruce had seen my smile.
I turned and undressed Johnny, too. His cock was softer, but it looked really wide. I
absently wondered what it looked like hard.
Bruce had us do some more poses again where they were hugging me and dancing. I
could feel both of them through my thin shorts.
"Charlotte, you're doing great," Bruce said. "Would you mind it if we skipped a second
audition and just tested you all in one? You have wonderful potential."
My heart jumped. My pulse raced as I tried not to jump and bubble at his words. "Sure,
whatever you think!"
"Great! I have a feeling this is going to be a promising session."
Bruce grinned hugely at me.
His enthusiasm washed away all fears, although, to be honest, I wasn't fearing anything.
Rather, I was nervous that they might not like me. His words did away with that.
"What I'd like you to do, Charlotte, is do a slow dance with your hands over your head as
Johnny removes your shorts."
I guess that meant the second audition required my full nudity. I had to expect that
somewhere along the line. Otherwise, how would they know whether a body-double was
needed? This was obviously an audition for a non-speaking part, because there were no
scripts to read off of and all the camera work was visual impressions of me. Which all
meant, I was auditioning for an eye-candy part.
My boyfriend thinks I can't connect two dots.
I raised my arms and did a slow twirl as they undid my shorts. Johnny slid them down
and eyed my panties. His smile was natural. Guys. They just couldn't keep their minds
on work.
Barry slid my panties down and I stepped out of them. Bruce had the three of us repeat
the hug, with me sandwiched between the two naked men. I was amazed at my calm.
Surely they could see my professionalism. Even with Barry's cock nestled in my ass
cheeks and Johnny's rubbing on my mound, I was nothing but smiles.
I might have to do stuff like this in any movie I played in; Mark just didn't understand
that. Just because I did a nude scene doesn't mean I'm in love with the actor. However, I
didn't think I would be able to tell my boyfriend later tonight that I had done this.
"Charlotte? I'd like to see how you react to touching? Would you handle both Johnny
and Barry for me?"
Wow, touching. You usually don't see the actress touching the man, except his butt.
Usually the actor touches the actress. I didn't mind having my ass and tits fondled on
camera, I could pass it off. But...

No, I better not show I had any reservations. Camera sex was all faked, anyway. I
gingerly took hold of Barry and Johnny as they turned to me. I tried to look natural. That
didn't work, so I imagined that I was grabbing Mark. That worked. Of course, the natural
course of my imagination took over and I stroked both for the camera.
"Excellent, Charlotte!" Bruce clapped. "You're a natural!"
I beamed at the camera and Bruce as I stroked the two naked men to my sides. It was a
little awkward, though, reaching partly down to stroke, so I squatted down. I stroked
their cocks at eye level and smiled. Both men had very nice looking cocks, although
Johnny's was almost funny, it was so wide. Being able to stroke off two men and
knowing I didn't have to finish them was fun. I kept imagining each guy was Mark and
gave them some really good hand jobs.
"Okay, let's see how you react to being touched."
I didn't know what to say. Johnny pulled me up as I let go of their very hard cocks.
Johnny smiled at me and tenderly placed his hand on my mound. I shivered at the touch.
It was so light that it tickled.
Barry's hands came from behind me and cupped my breasts.
Electric arcs jolted me from my nipples to my clit. I go nuts over the right kind of tittle
play, and Barry was doing it just right. My head got a little light and I leaned back to
keep from looking like a dizzy dork on camera. Barry leaned me against his chest and I
could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Johnny's fingers slowly worked over
my mound as he knelt in front of me. I really tried to keep my concentration on the
camera, but it just felt way too good!
"Beautiful!" Bruce encouraged me.
I guess I was doing okay, even if I was having trouble.
Johnny's finger slid along my lips and a moan escaped me. I don't know where that
came from! I blushed furiously. Barry's hands were light feathers of pleasure on my tits
and his warm chest felt good on my back.
"Flow with it, girl!" Bruce called out. "Let's see what you can do."
I was trying to breathe steady, but Barry's hands and Johnny's finger were chasing
pleasure back and forth on my body. My hips undulated once in a long, sinuous move
that brought murmurs of approval from not only Bruce, but Barry and Johnny, also.
When I felt the wet touch of Johnny's tongue on my clit, my body convulsed in a ripple of
pleasure and gasping. My eyes flew open and I clawed at Johnny's head. Was he
supposed to do that? I looked over at Bruce, and he held up an okay sign with his
fingers. He nodded to back it up.
Up and down my clit ran a scorching fire of ecstasy. Barry kissed my neck as his hands
worked over my nipples in little circles and light pinches. I gasped faster and harder.

Oh shit, I was going to come. How embarrassing.
Bruce must have sensed it. "Do you think we could get an orgasm shot from you, or is
that too much?"
The orgasm was already starting. The waves crashed higher and higher as I looked
over at Bruce. "Uhnh... uhhh... ye...uhh... yesss..."
My hips shoved hard against Johnny's tongue and I moaned out in orgasmic relief. I
tried to keep it low, subdued. My whole body shook with the effort of trying to hold it in. I
was amazed that two strangers could do this to me. I hoped it didn't hurt their
impression of me.
My eyes tried to focus as Barry held me against him. Johnny stood up and gently
planted a kiss on me. I kissed him back, smoothly imagining that it was Mark kissing me.
The kiss was very nice for being faked, and Johnny made it all the more realistic by
pressing his hard cock between my legs. It nestled there, angled down against my clit.
My thighs opened and closed against it, giving it a slight massage as I might if Mark was
there. It was okay if I teased him, wasn't it? It would look good on the camera, anyway.
Johnny moved me over to the bed and I gratefully sank down onto it.
My legs were shaking. Barry was on one side of me and Johhny on the other. Barry took
his turn at my mound with his tongue. Oh my gosh, I have to embarrass myself again?
There was no way I could hold back a second orgasm. They always came harder.
Johnny kissed me and licked my tits as I got tongued by Barry.
Stars swam in my eyes and my breathing grew ragged again. I'm not sure how or why or
if Bruce had said anything, but Johnny's cock was suddenly in my face. I gripped it and
imagined Mark as I sucked him down my throat.
I could hear Bruce clapping and encouraging me. I simply can not tell Mark about this.
Obviously, some of the sex scenes are not faked if this was a necessary part of any
scene. I was determined to show how professional I was. I just hoped they didn't see
that I was really turned on. Shit, no way could I tell Mark.
When Johnny moved back and removed his cock from my mouth, I was relieved.
Hmm. I felt relief? Well, it must have been the guilt of wanting to withhold this from
Mark, and maybe because I had done well and didn't have to do it anymore for the
audition. Just maybe, too, I was enjoying it too much.
Barry moved up to my other side and his cock tapped my cheek. Oh shit. I was being
tested on Barry, too? If I balked, they might think I am a racist or something. I gripped
his cock as I quickly thought through it. Johnny moved between my legs and put his
tongue back on me. I moaned and bucked my hips. Knowing that I was being watched, I
put aside my thoughts and sucked Barry's cock into my mouth. It was easier to suck,
not being so wide.
Closing my eyes, I imagined Mark's cock and sucked with more vigor.

"Yeah," Barry moaned.
"I love you, Charlotte," Bruce said with enthusiasm. "Go with it."
The pleasure from Johnny's tongue dulled my senses. He pulled back and I actually felt
disappointed. But then he was back. I sucked harder on Barry until I realized that
Johnny wasn't pushing his tongue into me. Whatever that was, it was far too wide and
hard. I raised my hips up in my delirium and looked down. Johnny was sitting on his
shins, his fat cock touching my super wet pussy.
Oh...
"You're doing great, Charlotte," Bruce called out. "Don't stop now."
Johnny smiled down at me and pushed forward. His cock pushed at my opening. Was he
going to push it in, or was this just part of the camera fakery? I wasn't sure, so I played
along. I raised my hips and bucked my aching pussy up at him. Mark would freak if he
saw this.
I'll need to fuck him good tonight, for sure. There was no way I'd be able to sleep being
so hot and needy all day. I gasped raggedly, trying feverishly to allow his cock to
scratch my itch.
Johnny's cock popped into my lips down there. Oh shit, the head of his cock was inside
me. Barry slapped my cheek again and I sucked him down while I was trying to sort
through all this. Barry stroked my hair and tits. His hands sent jolts from my nipples
down to my aching pussy. I really needed to be fucked, this was maddening. If I made it
through this, I could make it through any audition.
Johnny's cock stretched my pussy wide open. Damn, he wasn't wearing a condom,
either, but it felt so good. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Johnny gave a strong push
and my back squirmed as his cock stretched me out. He grunted with the effort and
pulled back, allowing my pussy lips to adjust around his pole.
"Uuhhnn..." My voice escaped me as I released Barry's cock and pulled on Johnny's
hips to help him enter me. Shit, I couldn't be bothered to think through this. I needed to
be fucked. I groaned out loud as I slowly stretched and took in Johnny's wide cock.
I could hear everyone murmuring approval. I was doing good.
Johnny rested his hips against mine and I realized I had fit it all in me. Wow. I was really
doing this. I kept gripping Johnny's hips as he began thrusting. I felt so full, I thought I
would rip. But at the same time, I felt like that insistent itch was getting scratched. I
fucked Johnny back as he grunted on me. I let go and got into the fuck, thinking that
they wouldn't know that I wasn't acting for the camera. The itch was demanding, and I
was going to take advantage of the situation to get it scratched.
When he pulled out, I wanted to cry. I suddenly felt alone for a brief instant. I needed
him back in me. But he knelt by me as Barry pulled me up. What was going on? Barry

laid down and pulled me over to him, motioning to his erect cock. Johnny helped me
straddle the slender black waist.
Oh.
I gripped Barry's cock and rubbed it over my clit. That felt so good,
so nasty. Barry's hips pushed up and the head pushed at my stretched
opening.
Yeah, good idea. Let's just refill that very wet hole.
I sank down on his long black cock and felt it slide into me so
smoothly. Johnny had stretched me out, so Barry's cock felt a lot
better. I fucked up and down on him. Johnny stuck his cock near me
and I gripped it, stroking while I rode hard on Barry. I rotated my
hips down onto the handsome black man and the cheers in the studio
sounded great.
I was getting a very bad itch taken care of. I could never admit this
to anyone, ever. I wasn't a whore, and hoped I wouldn't feel like one
after. Was all this part of the audition? Probably not. We probably
all lost control and just went at it. I wondered how many other
auditions spun out of control?
Barry pushed me off and rolled me onto my back. He crawled between my
legs and gently slid his cock back into me.
"Ohhhhh... yessss..." That came from me? Wow, I wasn't even aware I
was making so much noise.
Barry hit bottom and I wrapped my legs around his hips. I didn't want
him to stop fucking me. Johnny slapped my cheek with his cock and I
turned to suck it in. The sensation of a cock sliding in and out of
my pussy and one sliding in and out of my mouth was weird. Very
different, and although I knew I shouldn't be doing this, it was
interesting. Yes, it felt good, too. In the back of my head, though,
I felt the shame of feeling pleasure for such a lewd act. I felt
guilty for enjoying it.
Barry stroked faster in me and his muscles started to clench. Shit!
Was he going to come? He wasn't wearing a condom! Barry cried out and
I felt the first squirts of sperm enter way up inside me. He pulled
out slowly as he jerked. His cock came out and it was still
squirting. Long thin ropes of sperm rhythmically shot out of his cock
onto my belly, and then he just slid it back into me while he was
still squirting. More sperm flooded into me.
"Mmmm yesss..." That was me again? I felt like such a whore. Did
whores always feel this good? I realized I didn't care if he fucked
me, if he filled me with a gallon of sperm.

Johnny grunted suddenly when he saw Barry squirting sperm all over me
and his cock erupted in my mouth a few seconds later. I tried to
swallow it all, but I wasn't very good at it. Sperm bubbled up and
out of my lips.
Gah, what a mess. There was sperm everywhere. But the whole studio
was cheering wildly.
I'm not sure what the outcome of all that was. According to a copy of
the papers I had signed, if my audition was used for production, I
would be receiving a check. Apparently, it was a casting couch
audition, a sex show, and I just went right along with it all. The
papers even mention the possibility of further work, but I'm not sure
how to approach that. There's no way I could tell Mark about any of
it. Having now done one already, was there any reason not to do
another?
Yeah, I went home that night and fucked my hubbie. I still had
Barry's sperm leaking out of me and Mark asked me what had got me so
excited.
I just told him I needed to be fucked.

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