Anything to Be a Star - Part 2

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"That's a good girl," Mark said as Sarah wrapped her lips around his cock and offered the blowjob he'd demanded.

She looked up and saw a deeply-satisfied smile on his face. It was the look of a man who'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted, who was basking in the pleasure of using his power to manipulate her into doing something she loathed.

Mark ran his hands through her soft blonde hair and Sarah expected him to push down, to try and force his cock into her throat, but he didn't. Instead, he looked up at Tom - at her boyfriend - and said, "Your wife is an excellent cocksucker, Tom. There was a time when it was impossible for an actress to advance in Hollywood if she wasn't an excellent cocksucker. A toothy blowjob would ensure that an aspiring actress would be denied the chance at fame and fortune she so desperately craved."

Sarah was tempted to bite down on the cock in her mouth, to punish Mark for being such a slimy piece of shit. She very nearly did it, too, before reminding herself that she'd committed to this, that she was going to spend the weekend giving herself to the man she was blowing, that she was going to sacrifice her dignity for a few days in exchange for years of good fortune.

"Does she give you the pleasure of her mouth, Tom?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Tom replied.

Mark ran his fingers through Sarah's hair once more and said, "Look up at me, Sarah. Look up at the man whose cock your sucking."

Sarah took a moment to gather herself and looked up at Mark. She batted her eyes and did her best to make it seem like she adored having his cock in her mouth.

"You're so beautiful," Mark said. "I'd argue that you're even more beautiful with my dick in your mouth, but I suppose any man you were blowing would think the same thing. You're doing an excellent job, Sarah. Your performance, too. I know you don't want to be on your knees. I know you don't want to be sucking my cock, and yet you have me convinced that you love it, that giving me head thrills you."

Sarah sucked hard on the head as she slowly backed off of it until the plump flesh departed her mouth with an audible pop. She flashed a bright, movie star smile and then pursed her lips and kissed the head. "You have a beautiful cock, Mark, and it's a pleasure to be on my knees in front of you. It makes me wet to give you pleasure, to worship this big, perfect dick of yours."

He did have a great cock. There was no denying that, and it did make her job - which is unquestionably what it was - a little easier. If he'd been wielding a small, sad little dick it certainly would have been harder to sell the idea that she was enjoying any part of the weekend.

"Tom, come over here," Mark ordered. "I want you to tell me if her pussy is still wet."

Sarah looked over her shoulder and saw Tom crawling closer - he'd remained on his knees after worshiping her pussy to get her wet - but she saw no anger on his face.

"Put your fingers inside her," Mark said.

Tom moved behind her, ran a hand down Sarah's back, caressed her smooth, bare ass cheek softly, and then slipped two fingers into her pussy. There was no need to check her. She was still wet. Tom had done an exceptional job worshiping her pussy, after all.

"She's still wet," he said.

"Suck on my balls, Sarah," Mark instructed. "After all, a good blowjob is about more than simply showering attention on the cock head, and you need to give me a good blowjob before I fuck you."

Sarah took the head of Mark's cock in her mouth, sucked hard for a few seconds, and then kissed and licked her way down the long, thick shaft. She saw a smile on his face - he was enjoying her performance - and then she felt his pubic hair on her chin. She kissed and licked her way around his sizable balls and then took one in her mouth.

Sarah moaned as she sucked on the producer's testicle. She slowly stroked his cock, gathering the precum flowing from the tip to lube his shaft and closing her eyes. She did everything in her power to make it seem like the only thing she cared about in that moment was pleasuring his balls.

"How does it make you feel to see your wife sucking another man's balls?" Mark asked.

"I...I don't know," Tom answered with genuine uncertainty in his voice.

Sarah slowly kissed and licked her way to Mark's other testicle and took it in her mouth. She sucked gently, rolling it between her lips and massaging the wrinkled, hairy flesh with her tongue, eliciting a soft moan from the producer.

"Take off your clothes, Tom," Mark instructed.

There was a pause before Tom said, "What?"

Sarah looked up and saw a flash of annoyance on Mark's face. "Perhaps I didn't make it clear earlier. Just like your wife, you'll do as you're told this weekend, Tom. After all, you're a team - for this weekend, at least - and I expect you to demonstrate that you're just as dedicated to your wife's career as she is. It will be a necessity going forward - after all, there are a great many demands on a world famous actress and she needs a good support system at home - so stand up, get naked, and then get back on your fucking knees."

Sarah bathed Mark's ball sack with her tongue, licking and sucking and filling the air with moans as she listened to her boyfriend stripping as instructed. She wanted to tell Tom he didn't have to do it, that they could just walk away, that he didn't have to commit to what might be a long and painful weekend. A small part of her wished that he'd pushed back, that he'd offered some sort of resistance to the producer's demands, but Sarah couldn't blame him for showing his commitment to her career.

"Sarah, I want you to swallow as much of my cock as you can handle," Mark said. "And while she does, Tom, I'd like you to get on your knees next to her."

Sarah looked back at Tom - and took note of his half hard cock - and watched him fall to his knees and move next to her. Their eyes met for a few moments before she turned back to Mark and continued her performance.

She dropped down to suck on his balls a little more before slowly licking her way up his shaft. Her soft lips engulfed the head and she looked up at Mark while swallowing as much as she could take. Sarah got halfway down before gagging. She was surprised at the sense of disappointment that immediately coursed through her.

"Keep trying," Mark instructed. "Remember, an actress needs to be an excellent cocksucker if she wants to succeed in my version of Hollywood. So try and swallow my cock, Sarah."

She tried again. She closed her eyes this time, concentrating all her effort on controlling her gag reflex.

"Play with her pussy, Tom," Mark said. "Give her a little pleasure while she tries her best to worship my cock like a good girl."

Sarah moaned as Tom's fingers moved between her legs and rubbed her clit. She gagged on the cock in her mouth, but this time she didn't pull all the way off, instead pulling back just a little to gather herself before trying again. Tom kissed the back of her neck and moaned softly, offering whatever encouragement he could as beautiful waves of pleasure emanated from between her legs as his index finger moved in slow circles over her increasingly engorged clit.

"Kiss your boyfriend," Mark instructed.

Sarah pulled back and Mark's spit-soaked cock departed her mouth. She turned to Tom and he stared at her lips, which were soaked in thick saliva from the back of her throat.

"Kiss your wife," Mark said.

Tom leaned in and Sarah tilted her head and closed her eyes. She kissed her boyfriend, whose tongue slipped into her mouth. She loved him for committing to their task, to their roles for the weekend. She felt bad for him, too, for he'd almost certainly never imagined kissing her mere moments after someone else's cock had been buried in her throat.

It felt good to be connected to her boyfriend even as she held another man's cock in her hand. The kiss felt like it had real passion behind it, too. Sarah felt her nipples get hard as desire coursed through her body, desire enflamed by the beautiful kiss Tom offered.

"How does her tongue taste?" Mark asked.

Tom turned his head and looked at the producer, who wore a confident smile. "It tastes good," he said. "Her tongue, her lips, it all tastes good."

"Would you like another taste, Tom?" Mark asked. "Would you like your wife to take my cock in her mouth and suck on it like a good girl before she gives you another taste?"

Sarah wouldn't have blamed her boyfriend for refusing to answer such a question. She wouldn't really have blamed him for getting up and walking away, as it seemed clear that Mark intended on using his position of power to play games with Tom over the course of the weekend.

"Yes, I want another taste," Tom answered. "I want my wife to take your cock in her mouth and suck it like a good girl before she gives me another taste. I want that. I do."

It wasn't the answer that surprised Sarah. It was the look on Tom's face. It was his ability to put on a performance, to convince their host - or captor, really - that he wanted it.

"You heard your boyfriend," Mark said with a smile. "Give him a taste."

Sarah took Mark's cock in her mouth. She sucked on the head and looked up at him, meeting his gaze as he reached out to caress her face.

"Such a good cocksucker," he said. "Such an eager cock slut. If this were the old days, you'd already have been a star, Sarah. So many actresses got to the top of Hollywood using a mouth like yours to pleasure men all over town. They sucked, they deepthroated, and they swallowed the hot, sticky loads of as many men as it took. They whored themselves out because that's what they had to do to get what they wanted."

Sarah swallowed his cock, getting nearly three quarters of the way down his shaft before gagging. To her surprise - and a little bit to her horror - she felt proud of how quickly and easily she'd progressed to very nearly deepthroating him.

"Kiss him," Mark said. "Share the taste of my cock with your boyfriend."

Sarah pulled off the cock and found Tom already leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met. Their tongues entwined. Tom moaned and Sarah reached over and wrapped her fingers around his stiff dick, giving her boyfriend a little bit of pleasure as a reward for putting on a good performance.

"Give him a taste of my balls," Mark instructed.

Sarah turned to the producer, dropped down, and sucked on his balls. She moved her tongue over the hairy flesh and took each testicle in her mouth for a little, sucking and moaning and stroking his shaft. She felt a little like the whore he'd implied she was, and yet the sense of disgust she'd felt earlier had largely disappeared.

It was confusing, but Sarah tried not to think too much about it as she kissed Tom again. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, sharing the taste of Mark's balls with her boyfriend. He moaned for her and reached over to play with her pussy, offering the same pleasure she'd offered him.

"It's time for you to give me your pussy, Sarah," Mark said. "It's time for you to ride me. It's time for you to show me how badly you want the part."

Sarah stared into her boyfriend’s eyes, silently offering him one last chance to call it off. She held his gaze for a few seconds before Tom leaned in, kissed her softly, and said, "I want you to enjoy it. I want you to enjoy riding his cock, Sarah. Let yourself enjoy it. Let yourself cum on his cock."

He was committed, so Sarah committed too. She stood and straddled Mark on the couch. She leaned forward and he took the hint and encircled one of her nipples with his lips. Sarah moaned and ran her fingers through his hair and to the back of his neck as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her erect flesh.

Sarah reached down to guide his cock into her pussy, but Mark interrupted her. "No," he said. "I want your boyfriend to do it. I want him to put my cock inside you."

As she looked over her shoulder, Sarah was prepared to tell Tom that they could stop all of it, that they could just forget about everything that had already happened and go home. There was no need to say anything, though. He already had his fingers around the base of Mark's cock. He was already guiding the tip to her pussy. He didn't need to be told.

"Thank you," Sarah said.

"I love you," Tom replied.

She felt Mark's hands on her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and he rolled them gently, offering far greater pleasure than she'd expected. Sarah turned to him and moaned as she slowly sank down on his cock, taking another man inside her for the first time since she and Tom had begun dating.

"Does it feel good?" Mark asked.

She nodded. Part of her hated that it actually felt good. Part of her loved it, though, as it was going to make the weekend a lot easier to get through.

"It does," she said. "Your cock...your cock feels so good inside me."

Mark smiled, released her breasts, and grabbed her ass. He lifted her pussy off his cock and helped guide her down on it. He smiled and said, "Your pussy feels even better than I thought it would. It seems like I picked the right girl for the part, Sarah. An excellent cocksucker with a tight, wet, hot pussy. It's going to be a very good weekend for me. You might feel a little worn out by the time it's over, but I'm definitely going to enjoy myself."

Mark released her ass and let his hands fall to his sides. He didn't say a word, but Sarah knew he wanted her to put on a show. He wanted to see the performance, to see if she could fuck him in a convincing manner.

She grasped her breasts, rolled her head towards the night sky, and unleashed a long, low moan while slowly rocking her hips back and forth on his cock. She made every effort for it to look good, for her body to be as appealing as possible to the man she was riding.

"Your cock feels so good inside me," she said, uttering a genuine truth. "You're so big, Mark. Fuck...you're so deep inside me."

"That's a good girl," Mark replied. "Let yourself go. Enjoy my cock, Sarah. Enjoy that I reach places inside you that your boyfriend can't go. Enjoy that I'm thicker than he is. Embrace the absolute truth that every woman knows, that bigger is better."

Sarah's pussy tingled with pleasure as she moved her hips faster, grinding her clit into his pelvis and working her insides with his long, thick cock. She tried not to think about the comparison between Tom and Mark, instead focusing on trying to make the producer feel good with her wet pussy.

"Oh...fuck...I'm close," Sarah said as her orgasm neared. She felt bad for being so close to cumming on his cock. She didn't want Tom to have to see that, and yet she couldn't help it. It really did feel good to have him inside her and the more she rubbed her clit over his pelvis the closer she got to her climax.

"I'm close too," Mark replied. "I'm close to flooding your pussy with my cum, Sarah."

Sarah saw the smile on his face. She saw the joy that Mark felt at the notion of unloading in her pussy. She saw that it was more than the joy of an orgasm. She was certain that Mark's excessive pleasure was because he was about to cum inside another man's wife.

"Cum inside me," she said. She wanted to fan the flames of that pleasure. "Cum in my pussy. Cum in my married pussy!"

That did it. That put him over the top. Mark grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard as pleasure washed over his face. He grunted and groaned and Sarah continued to work her clit into his pelvis, for she was too far gone to stop. She needed to cum. She couldn't deny herself.

"I'm cumming!" she cried out.

Pleasure washed over her. Pleasure, and a heavy dose of guilt. Guilt that she'd fucked someone else. Guilt that she'd let him cum inside her. Guilt that she'd practically begged him to cum inside her.

The pleasure was intense, though. It left her toes tingling and her body thighs trembling. It left her body weak, to the point that she fell forward. Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and kissing her neck while his cock continued to pump hot cum into her pussy.

Eventually, Sarah lifted her head and looked over her shoulder to check in on Tom. He was staring between Mark's legs. He was staring at the union of another man's cock and her pussy. He didn't seem angry, or dismayed, or disturbed. He was just staring.

"Tom?" she asked.

He looked up at her.

"Are you okay?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah. I'm okay."

Mark grabbed her ass, lifted Sarah off his cock, and dropped her onto the couch next to him. He pulled her legs open and Tom stared between them.

"Move your hips forward," Mark instructed. "Give your boyfriend a nice, close up view of your pussy."

Sarah shifted her hips forward until her ass rested on the edge of the outdoor couch. Tom's gaze never wavered.

"Put your tongue inside her, Tom," Mark said.

Fear washed over Tom's face as he looked up at Sarah and then at the producer sitting next to her.

Mark smiled. "This is part of it, Tom. You both need to prove your dedication to her career. You both need to perform this weekend, and if you can't, I'll find someone else for the part. Now put your fucking tongue inside her and lick up my cum. Lick it out of your wife's pussy. Lick it out of her and swallow it."

Tom's gaze returned to her pussy, but he remained still. He looked nervous - and slightly disgusted - and it seemed possible that he'd refuse Mark's command.

Sarah wanted to let Tom decide whether or not he wanted to lick another man's cum from her pussy, but she couldn't. Tom had committed, he'd urged her to commit, and she'd fucked another man and taken his cum inside her. There was no going back.

"Tom," Sarah said, "I need you to clean my pussy. I need you to lick his cum out of me."

Tom looked up at her and she saw the resistance in his eyes. She saw it and for a moment she felt genuine anger. She reached out, grabbed a handful of his hair, and slowly pulled him towards her pussy.

"Clean me, Tom," she instructed.

"Listen to your wife," Mark added as he reached over and took one of Sarah's breasts in his hand. "Clean her pussy. Lick my cum out of her and swallow it."

Sarah felt his resistance. She felt him try and pull back. She tightened her grip on his hair. She wasn't willing to let him back out. Not when she'd already fucked Mark, not when his cum was deep inside her. Tom had pushed her to that place and now he had to follow through.

He did, too. He surrendered. He committed. He put his tongue inside her. She felt it moving around in her pussy. She felt him searching for Mark's cum. She heard a distressed moan when he found it.

"Swallow," Mark instructed.

Tom did so. He swallowed the cum he'd found. A disgusted look crossed his face - he clearly didn't enjoy the taste - but his tongue returned to her pussy a moment later.

"Now lick up every drop, Tom," Mark said as he rolled Sarah's nipple between his fingers. "Clean every drop of my load out of her."

Tom's tongue returned to her pussy and Sarah felt Mark's lips against her neck. He kissed her softly and she closed her eyes and felt a surprising kind of satisfaction wash over her. Mark's touch ignited a hint of arousal, too, and she turned her head. Her lips met his and his tongue slipped into her mouth as Tom explored her pussy in search of cum to swallow.

"I knew I picked the right girl," Mark said softly.

Sarah couldn't help but smile. She was going to be a star. She was going to achieve everything she'd ever dreamed of, and it seemed that she might have a few excellent orgasms along the way.