Anything to be a Star - Part 9

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"It's almost over," Sarah said as Tom fell to his knees in front of her.

She lifted her foot and he carefully slipped the black stocking over it and pulled it up her leg. "I know," he replied before putting on the second stocking and adjusting both so they looked even.

"Are you nervous about this next part?" she asked.

Tom grabbed the black lace panties Mark had provided and Sarah stepped into them. He pulled them up her legs, stood, and gave her a soft kiss on the neck, sending a gentle shiver of pleasure down her spine.

"A little," he admitted. "I mean, I suppose it won't be all that different from anything else we've done, but it feels a little different given that two people we've never met are joining the...well, not the fun, but you know what I mean."

Sarah looked at herself in the mirror as Tom helped her into the matching black lace bra and moved behind her to clasp it. Mark had invited two friends - both of them producers - over to indulge in the same sort of pleasure Mark had enjoyed the entire weekend. He'd essentially offered up Sarah's body for the pleasure of his friends and she was expected to offer herself without complaint in order to ensure her part in Mark's movie.

Sarah wasn't sure if the producer - and the man that held the future of her career in his hands - was trying to push her so far that she'd finally tell him to go fuck himself or if he simply got off on seeing how much of a whore she was willing to be, but she wasn't going to fold now. She was going to go all the way. She was going to give her body to Mark and his friends and when the night was over she would have secured the future she dreamed of.

"Are you nervous?" Tom asked.

"Oddly enough, I'm not," she answered with a smile as Tom brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. "Given what's already happened this weekend, I don't think there's anything Mark and his producer friends could make me do that would be embarrassing, or overwhelming, or feel like it was just too much. I mean, I did a double penetration. That's the kind of thing only pornstars do, and I fucking did it."

Tom looked a little embarrassed and Sarah suspected it was because he'd enjoyed taking her ass in that double penetration. She didn't mind that, though. Tom had arguably sacrificed more than she had over the course of the weekend - and would almost certainly be required to make more sacrifices that night - and Sarah had no problem with him enjoying the pleasure of her ass.

"It's okay that you enjoyed my ass," she said, making it perfectly clear how she felt so Tom didn't get lost in a sense of guilt. "I like that you enjoyed it, in fact. It's probably going to happen again tonight and I'm going to enjoy it a lot less, I suspect."

Tom put his hands on her waist and pulled her body against his. She felt his semi-hard cock press into her ass - Mark had forbidden Tom from putting on any clothes - and they smiled at each other in the mirror before Sarah turned her head and found her boyfriend's lips for a kiss.

"You'll be good tonight?" she asked softly.

Tom nodded. "I will. We've come this far. I'll do whatever it takes to get us the rest of the way there."

They kissed again and Sarah felt his cock stiffen. Despite everything Tom had been subjected to that weekend, his desire remained intact.

"Let's go," she said.

Sarah took her boyfriend's hand and led him out of the bedroom and down the elegant staircase. They joined Mark in his expansive living room. He looked up at them and smiled - a victorious, cocky kind of smile - as his eyes wandered over her body.

"You look exceptionally good, Sarah," the producer said. "Jack and Aaron are going to be impressed, which is a good thing for you, as they both do a great deal of producing. Perhaps your performance here tonight will help you secure another role or two and really build out that bright future you're working so hard to achieve. Would that make you happy?"

"Yes, it would," Sarah answered with a nod.

"And how about you, Tom?" Mark asked. "Would it make you happy if your beautiful girlfriend got to live out the Hollywood career of her dreams?"

Tom nodded. "Yes, of course it would. I love Sarah more than anything. I want that for her."

Sarah took his hand and squeezed it gently as Mark watched them from the couch.

"Our guests will be here soon," Mark said with a smile. "I'd like you to greet them at the door when they arrive, Sarah. Make sure they understand your purpose here tonight."

"I will," Sarah replied.

Mark parted his lips as if he was going to say something but silence filled the room for a handful of seconds as his eyes wandered over her body while he rubbed his cock through the shorts he'd changed into. "What is your purpose here tonight?"

"To offer myself for the pleasure of you and your guests," Sarah answered without hesitation. It was no different than a whore's purpose and she was well aware of that, but Sarah had long since agreed to whore herself out in the name of securing her future.

"And you, Tom?" Mark asked.

"My purpose is the same," he answered.

The look on Mark's face made it perfectly clear that he found great pleasure in the control he had over Tom. Sarah felt bad that her boyfriend had gotten caught up in the producer's power play, but they were long past being able to do anything about that.

"When Jack and Aaron arrive, I'd like my cock to be in your mouth, Tom," Mark explained. "I want them to walk into the room to see Sarah's loyal, dutiful boyfriend sucking dick. I want it to be perfectly obvious that they're free to do whatever the fuck they want with you, too."

"Should I...should I do that now?" Tom asked.

Mark nodded and spread his legs. Sarah leaned over to give Tom a kiss on the cheek and he looked at her, smiled, and then let her hand go and approached the producer. He fell to his knees between Mark's legs, reached up, and removed his shorts and underwear, freeing the cock that had spent quite a bit of time inside both of them that weekend.

"You found a good one, Sarah," Mark said as Tom's lips engulfed his soft cock. "He does as he's told. He's willing to make immense sacrifices for you. He's even eager to be cuckolded, to let you explore fucking better men while he remains the faithful good boy you need him to be. Don't let him go."

Sarah wanted to explain that she'd never cuckold Tom without first knowing that he truly wanted it and that she had no intention of ever asking him to make such extreme sacrifices for her ever again. It wasn't the right time to do any of that, though, and she was confident that Tom knew how she felt.

"I don't intend on letting him go," she said as Tom's head bobbed up and down in Mark's lap. "I love him."

Mark moaned. "And he clearly loves you too, Sarah, or else he wouldn't be on his knees devouring my cock the way he is."

The producer was getting off on making Tom do things most men would never do. He was getting off on the power. Sarah could see it in Mark's eyes. He could see the intense lust he felt at making a straight man suck his cock.

The doorbell rang. Without being told, Sarah turned and strode out of the living room. She took a deep breath and put a seductive sway in her hips. She entered the mindset of a woman determined to give pleasure, a woman whose sole purpose was to ensure the sexual satisfaction of the two men standing on the other side of the front door, for that was the part Sarah was about to play.

At the door Sarah took another deep breath and reached for the handle. She opened it slowly, ran her hand up the door frame, and struck a seductive pose as the two older men - both looked about Mark's age - stared and smiled.

"You must be Jack and Aaron," she said.

"I'm Jack," the shorter of the two men - who also looked to have a little bit of a belly - said as he stared in a decidedly lascivious manner while a smile crept across his face. "And you must be Sarah."

Jack stepped into the house and ran his fingers over Sarah's taut, smooth stomach. He smiled and his fingers wandered between her legs and pressed roughly against the black lace of her panties. It wasn't particularly pleasurable, but Sarah moaned nonetheless, for her pleasure didn't matter in that moment.

"Mark's said such good things about you," Aaron shared as he stepped into the house. He was nearly a foot taller than Jack and seemed to be a great deal fitter. He smiled with a greater sense of confidence, too, and when he reached out and ran his hand down her thigh his touch was gentle. "I can't wait to find out if everything he said was true."

"I assure you, it was all true," Sarah replied.

Aaron leaned in and she closed her eyes and welcomed his kiss. Jack's rough hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard and Sarah moaned into Aaron's mouth. He took that as an invitation to offer his tongue and she promptly sucked on it while Jack slipped his hand down the back of her panties and between her ass cheeks. A moment later she felt him rubbing her asshole, though he made no move to penetrate her.

Both men stepped back and Sarah smiled, took their hands, and led them towards the living room. The sounds of a blowjob reached her ears before they stepped into the room and both of the new arrivals stopped at the sight of Tom's head continuing to bob up and down in Mark's lap.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Jack asked.

"It is," Sarah replied.

"I'll be damned," Aaron said. "Mark wasn't kidding."

Mark laughed, put a hand on the back of Tom's head, and pushed down until every inch of his dick had disappeared. "Damn right I wasn't kidding. These two are dedicated, gentleman. They're willing to do whatever it takes to secure her the part I'm offering, and tonight, that willingness extends to the both of you. So, would you like Sarah or Tom to get you a drink? Would you like to get your dick sucked, or your balls worshiped, or your ass eaten? Just say the word and these two will do as you desire."

Sarah had never felt more like a piece of meat, and yet Mark was right. She would do as any of the three producers in the house desired. She would do it because she'd committed to doing whatever it took to get the part that Mark was offering and she was so close she could taste it.

"I'll take a drink," Aaron said.

"Me too," Jack replied.

Mark gently slapped the side of Tom's face and instructed, "Follow your beautiful girlfriend to the kitchen and get us all a drink."

Tom stood, wiped the saliva from his lips, and turned towards Sarah. He nodded towards the two new arrivals and they both chuckled, perhaps at the sight of his half hard cock, or his watering eyes, or his still messy mouth.

Sarah took Tom's hand as he approached and they made their way to the massive, magnificent kitchen. The moment they were out of the living room she stopped and kissed her boyfriend, doing so deeply and sensually as his cock hardened until it pressed into her stomach.

"What was that for?" Tom asked.

"A reward, I suppose," she replied with a smile. "It's going to be a long night and I don't want you to forget how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything you've done this weekend."

Tom smiled. "I won't forget that, I promise."

They stepped into the kitchen and Sarah pulled three glasses from the shelf as Tom retrieved ice from the refrigerator.

"So, how are the new guests?" he asked.

"I get the feeling that Jack really enjoys using a woman, like he doesn't really give a damn if she's having a good time or not. Aaron seems the opposite," Sarah noted. "I have no idea if either of them will be interested in using you, though."

"Maybe I can convince Jack to focus his attention on me," Tom said, seemingly without giving the notion a second thought.

As had happened so many times that weekend, Sarah wanted to take Tom in her arms and shower him in affection, for he'd proven once more he was as selfless as a man could be.

"There's no need for that," Sarah replied as she reached out and caressed her boyfriend's face. "I'll be fine, no matter what happens. It's just a few more hours."

They shared a soft, lingering kiss that brought Tom's cock back to an erect state and then finished making the drinks. Sarah grabbed two glasses and Tom followed her back to the living room, where all three men were sitting on the sizable couch. Each was given a drink and then Sarah and Tom stepped back, clasped their hands behind their backs, and awaited instruction.

"They're so obedient," Jack said with a smile.

"And they make a damn good drink," Aaron added.

Jack's eyes wandered over Sarah's body - doing so rather slowly - before he turned his attention to Tom and unleashed the sort of cocksure smile that Sarah had seen so many times from Mark.

"So, Tom, you're a cocksucker?" he asked.

Tom nodded. He could have offered an explanation about how his experience in sucking dick had been limited to the past few days, but he seemed to choose the path of least resistance and kept quiet.

"Do you know how to beg for it?" Jack asked.

Tom was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Beg for...for cock, you mean?"

Jack sipped his drink and nodded. "Yes. What else would a cocksucker beg for?"

"Um, I don't have much experience with begging for it, but I feel like I could do it."

Jack swirled the dark liquid in his glass while Mark and Aaron remained silent, seemingly content to watch the show unfold. "I'd like to hear you beg for the chance to suck my cock," he said. "Convince me that you're as eager to help your girlfriend's career as Mark says you are."

Tom approached the couch and fell to his knees in front of Jack, who couldn't help but smile. "Please, sir, let me suck your cock. Let me give you pleasure. Let me use my mouth to give you pleasure. Let me offer myself to make you feel good, to do whatever it takes to satisfy you."

Jack sipped his drink and stared down at Tom. He swallowed, pursed his lips, and said, "That's pretty good. You look and sound utterly pathetic, which is exactly how a cocksucker should look and sound, especially a man that's lowering himself to suck another man's dick like you are."

Tom reached up and pawed at Jack's crotch. He leaned forward and mouthed the bulge through the thin slacks the producer wore, eliciting a smile and a look of arousal from Jack. "Please, sir, let me pleasure you," Tom said. "Please let me suck your cock. Let me show how dedicated I am to Sarah's career. Let me show you what a good cocksucker I've already learned to be."

All three men laughed and Sarah understood why. To them, Tom was pathetic. He was a straight man begging to suck cock and he was doing it because the producers held all the power. Tom wasn't pathetic to Sarah, though. In that moment, he was a perfect boyfriend. An absolute god among men who was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for her. With every word he uttered Tom earned her adoration, adoration that Sarah would be sure to show him once they'd left Mark's home.

"Go ahead," Jack said. "Suck my cock. Make sure you fucking deepthroat it, too. I want to feel you gag on it."

Tom hurriedly loosened Jack's belt and took his pants and underwear off as Sarah watched. She was surprised to feel wetness between her legs, as if Tom's eagerness to suck cock for her - to suffer for her, in a way - had unleashed an unexpected and rather intense kind of arousal.

"Come here, Sarah," Aaron instructed. "Show me that your mouth is just as eager and talented as your boyfriend's."

He spoke with a calm kind of confidence, but there was no question Aaron was a man used to being in charge. Sarah approached the couch and fell to her knees just as her boyfriend had. She removed Aaron's pants and underwear and freed a long, half-hard cock. Sarah smiled, took it in her hand, and stroked the producer as she listened to Tom gag on Jack's cock.

"Take me in your mouth," Aaron said.

Sarah leaned forward, kissed the head of his cock, and wrapped her lips around it. She looked up at Aaron, holding eye contact and putting on a performance. She made it seem like having his dick in her mouth was the most arousing thing imaginable, as if nothing turned her on more than being able to fellate him.

It wasn't long before Aaron's cock was stiff and slick with her spit. Sarah deepthroated him at that point, doing so over and over and fighting off her gag reflex in the name of serving him like a whore is supposed to serve a man.

Mark stood, lowered his shorts and underwear, and moved behind Sarah. She felt his hands move over her ass before he pulled her panties down to her knees and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Sarah moaned and saw Aaron's eyes light up with delight.

"Her pussy is perfect," Mark said. "Tight and wet and honestly, she likes getting fucked."

"Is that true?" Aaron asked as he looked down at Sarah.

"Yes," she answered before showering the head of his cock in soft, wet kisses. "I've cum each time Mark's fucked me this weekend. I love getting fucked, and I hope you'll slide this beautiful cock of yours into my pussy before the night is over."

Aaron reached out and ran his fingers through her blonde hair. "And what if I want to cum in your pussy?"

Mark slid inside her at the same moment and Sarah moaned. She closed her eyes and sucked on the underside of Aaron's cock while Mark filled her with slow, deep thrusts, each one luring a moan from her before she looked up once more and said, "Then that's what I want, too. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to flood my tight little cunt with your load, and if you're in the mood for it, I want my boyfriend to clean it out of me."

Aaron's cock throbbed in her hand, revealing that he absolutely enjoyed the idea of Tom licking his load out of her pussy. Sarah took his dick in her mouth before he could utter another word, eliciting a loud, beautiful moan. She swallowed him while Mark fucked her harder from behind. The sound of his body slamming into hers reverberated around the living room and Sarah couldn't help but moan because it really did feel good to have a long, thick cock stretching out her pussy from behind.

"That's enough," Jack said.

Sarah glanced towards her boyfriend to see Jack standing and stripping. She wondered if he was going to come to her for satisfaction of some kind or if he had plans on using Tom further.

"Up on the couch. Face down, ass up," Jack demanded.

Sarah felt relief, which was quickly followed by guilt as it seemed that Tom was going to be on the receiving end of Jack's aggression. She saw her boyfriend climb up on the couch and get on his knees with his face down and his ass up, just as he'd been instructed to do.

Aaron turned to the side and smiled. "Are you going to mount him?" he asked.

"Damn right I am," Jack replied. "I'm going to mount him and fuck him like the bitch he is."

Mark grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair, pulled back until Aaron's cock slipped from her mouth, and then turned her head. She met Tom's gaze and saw Jack moving behind him. She saw the pain on her boyfriend's face as Jack's fat cock slipped into him from behind. She saw Tom grit his teeth to fight through the discomfort of having his asshole stretched by something that clearly didn't belong in there.

Jack then swung his foot around and placed it on the side of Tom's face. He pressed down, smiled in the manner of a man claiming a victim, and began to pound Tom's ass, eliciting a series of strained grunts and groans. Jack was clearly doing everything in his power to humiliate Sarah's boyfriend, and to do so right in front of her.

As she watched, Mark slid his thumb into Sarah's asshole. He pushed it deep inside her and she too moaned. A moment later Aaron pushed two fingers into her mouth, probing her oral cavity just as her asshole was being probed. She was being used like a piece of meat, just like Tom was. They were both being objectified for the pleasure of the three powerful men in the room, but Sarah didn't give a damn. It was her job to perform, to play the part of the whore that enjoyed such treatment, so that's what she did.

Sarah moaned around the fingers in her mouth. She pushed her ass back on the thumb and cock penetrating her holes. She watched Tom get fucked roughly and though it was a struggle given the foot pressing on the side of his face, Tom met her gaze and he too moaned. He played his part just as well as she played hers.

"Let's switch," Aaron said.

Mark pulled out of her pussy and soon enough he was sitting in front of her as Sarah watched Tom continue to take a rough pounding.

"Is it hard to watch him get used like that?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Sarah admitted, though it wasn't anywhere near as hard to watch as she'd thought it would be.

"There are lots of men in Hollywood just like Jack and me. Men that want to use a good looking young guy like Tom. Men that want to push him beyond what's comfortable for him. Men that want to do it while his beautiful girlfriend watches. You're lucky you've found a man that's willing to surrender his body for you," Mark said.

"I know," Sarah replied.

"He really is a bitch," Mark said. "Just like Jack said he was. He's a bitch that gets off on another man fucking you, that likes cleaning cum from your pussy, that likes sucking on a dick before it fucks you, that likes surrendering his manhood."

Sarah met Tom's gaze and smiled. "Yeah, but he's my bitch," she said.

The smile that crossed Tom's face was one of contentment and joy, like he'd finally discovered his happy place, even if being in that happy place sometimes meant taking a cock in the ass.

He wasn't the only one, though. Aaron slipped his cock into Sarah's pussy, but only for a few strokes before pulling out, lubing her asshole with his spit, and penetrating her with ease. Sarah moaned in response, turned her attention to Mark, and swallowed his cock. She returned to playing the part of the eager whore, of putting on a show for the producers in the room, for all she cared about in that moment was securing the role of a lifetime.

"Sarah, Tom," Mark called out. "Before you go, come in here."

Sarah looked at her boyfriend and saw in his eyes the same exhaustion she felt. Still, the day was almost over. Mark could only ask so much more of them. Even if he wanted to fuck her again - this time perhaps while bending her over the kitchen counter - Sarah could make it through that.

"Come on," she said to Tom. "Just one more time."

They walked hand-in-hand towards the kitchen and saw Mark standing at the counter with a pen in his hand and a smile on his face.

"The role is yours," he said. "All you have to do is sign."

Sarah felt giddy. Genuinely giddy. If Mark was being truthful, the paper in front of him held the key to the future she'd always dreamed of, to a future that millions of people dreamed of and almost no one actually got to achieve.

Sarah let Tom's hand go and approached the producer. She looked down at the contract. The role was listed. Her name was listed. The movie was listed. Everything looked legit.

"I should really have my agent look at this," she said.

"He already did," Mark replied. "I sent it to him this morning. He negotiated fiercely. He’s a good agent. He got you a better deal than I originally offered. Turn your phone on. I'm sure you'll see a text or voicemail from him."

Sarah hastily pulled her phone from her purse, turned it on, and saw that Mark had indeed sent the contract to her agent. She'd received a handful of texts and an excited - hugely excited, in fact - voicemail from him offering congratulations of half a dozen varieties. Most importantly, he informed her that it was a good contract and that she should absolutely sign it.

"I may not be a good man, Sarah, but I am a man of my word," Mark said as he offered her the pen. "Sign the contract and the role is yours."

Sarah took the pen, opened the contract to the last page, and signed. Her future was sealed. Her dreams were going to come true.

"I'll see you for the table read," Mark said. "Until then, enjoy yourselves. Go on vacation. Have some fun."

Sarah turned to Tom and hugged him as tightly as she ever had. They said goodbye to Mark and hurried out of his house. Tom got behind the wheel of their car and Sarah climbed in the passenger seat.

For a few seconds, neither of them said a thing. Then they both let out a series of joyous whoops and shouts, celebrating the fact that everything they'd done that weekend had been worth it.

Sarah leaned over and kissed her boyfriend. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but she was overcome by a feeling of intense love for Tom and she couldn't help but turn it into something far lustier. Their tongues mingled, she moaned, and her hand eventually moved between his legs and stroked him through his pants.

"Do you think you could drive while I suck your cock?" she asked.

Tom nodded.

"Drive, then," she said.

Tom pulled down the long driveway as Sarah unzipped his pants and freed his stiff cock. The moment they reached the street she leaned over and took him in her mouth. It was the first of many blowjobs she planned on giving him as just one of many ways Sarah planned on thanking her boyfriend for the many sacrifices he'd made in the name of helping her career.

She had a lifetime to thank him, though, as Sarah planned on proposing to Tom the moment she got her paycheck for the movie. Mark was right about Tom being a rare kind of man, after all, and Sarah wasn't going to let him go.

The End.