Chapter 4
Sharon got the part.
By the time the production company was two weeks into shooting the film, Sharon Stingly had already picked up most of the knowledge essential to pursue a successful career as an actress. Her part was a small one, and she did not have to be on the set every day. But she showed up anyway. When not in front of the cameras, she sat in the background, watching the great Miss Lola Fontaine perform.
She watched very closely. She studied Miss Fontaine's sensuous movements. The voluptuous blonde beauty had a unique style of acting and posing, accentuating her full curvaceous figure in a way that drove men wild with lustful passion and made women green with envy.
Sharon still hated the beautiful blonde bitch who had degraded her and treated her so cruelly. But, she had to admit that Miss Fontaine was indeed a great actress. And ever so sexy. Sharon was determined that some day she would be as great a star as Lola Fontaine.
"Okay, gang. Let's call it a day," said director, Harry Steinburg. "We'll pick it up with the second act tomorrow. Be on the set at six o'clock in the morning. I want to shoot the outside scene while the sun is coming up."
Then Steinburg turned and signaled Sharon Stingly. "Sharon," he called out. "I simply must speak with you about the next scene. Meet me in my dressing room in fifteen minutes, okay, darling?"
"Yes, sir," Sharon replied. She smiled widely and dashed off to her little dressing room to change her clothes.
Fifteen minutes later, Sharon knocked on the famous director's dressing room door. She was terribly excited at having the chance to be coached by the great Harry Steinburg. She had not seen the man privately since that terrible night when he had forced her to do so many unspeakable things with producer Avery Craven.
"Who is it?" Steinburg rasped.
"It's me. Sharon," she called through the door.
"Yes, of course," he replied haltingly. "Come right in, dear."
Sharon stepped through the door and walked toward Steinburg, who was sitting in a huge leather chair in the middle of his sumptuous dressing room.
Steinburg spoke to her in a slow, measured voice. "Sharon, my dear. You are a very nice young girl, and it really hurts me to have to tell you this, but-well, I simply don't think that you can cut the mustard. I will have to replace you."
"Nooooooo!" Sharon screamed. Her face was contorted with anger and frustration. She simply could not believe that this was really happening to her. "Please, Mr. Steinburg! Please, don't fire me! I'll do anything . . . anything to keep this part!"
"Well, in that case," he said wickedly, "you can start by sucking my cock." With that, he pulled his mammoth prick out of his pants and wagged it in front of her in a lewd and obscene motion, as if beckoning a dog to fetch a bone.
Sharon was taken aback, but she quickly knelt before the wicked director and began to lick and suck his huge cock.
"Suck it! Lick it, bitch!" Steinburg rasped. "If you want to keep your part in my film, you'd better suck my prick nice and hard!"
"Mmmmmmppphhhhh" was the only response that Sharon could offer, because her mouth was filled to overflowing with his raging hard-on.
"Oh, yes, my pretty little bitch. Suck my cock until I shoot my cum deep into your throat. Yeah, that's real good cock-sucking," Steinburg hissed.
Although Sharon was repulsed at having to suck the director's cock, she began to feel a wave of sexual pleasure build inside of her cunt as she milked his prick between her lips.
"You like it, don't you?" Steinburg taunted. "Yeah, you really like sucking my giant prick. Well, just make sure that you keep sucking, bitch. If I don't cum teal good, you are out of work and out of the film business for good. I'll have your sweet young ass blackballed from the movie industry if you fail to suck my cock to a nice, juicy orgasm."
Sharon sucked hard on his big prick. She moved her head around, up and down, left to right, ramming his hard cock in and out of her mouth as fast as possible. His prick was warm and hard. She knew how to satisfy a bastard like Steinburg with a good job of cock-sucking. Even though she felt degraded, she knew damn well that she was a sexy young wench, and she prided herself on the fact that she knew how to give a real good blowjob.
"Yeah, get it, bitch!" Steinburg hissed. "Suck my cock. Suck it harder. I'm just about ready to cum. I can't hold it back much longer."
Sharon sucked his cock as hard as her lips and mouth and tongue could suck. All of a sudden, she heard him breathing deeply and moaning in ecstasy at the cock-sucking job she was giving him.
"I'm cumming," he rasped in a hoarse voice. "Milk my prick real good now, bitch. Milk my cock."
Sharon milked his cock. She sucked the evil man's prick until she felt him shudder and her mouth filled up with cum. As she swallowed Stein-burg's thick, salty cum, Sharon thought she heard the sound of the dressing room door open and close. It must be my imagination, she thought, as she milked Steinburg's raging prick. No one would come into the famous director's dressing room without knocking first.
"Unnnggghhh! Ohhh! Unnnhhh!" Steinburg grunted and moaned as he shot a thick wad of cum into Sharon's mouth. "Damn, you really are a good cock-sucker," he rasped as waves of ecstatic pleasure poured through his body. "On second thought," he said, "I think I'll keep you on the payroll. You perform quite well, dearest."
Sharon gasped in relief. She grasped his dwindling prick in her hands and pulled his drooling cock out of her hot mouth.
Her cool almond eyes flashed up at the spent and satisfied director. "Thank you, Mr. Steinburg. I did the best I could, but please understand that I am not very well-practiced in the fine art of cock-sucking. And your prick is so very big that it makes it very difficult to take all of your cock into my little mouth."
"Ha, ha," Steinburg chuckled. "I hate to have to tell you this, dear, but you aren't the first little actress bitch to tell me that. Sometimes, my actresses choke on my giant prick. In fact, sometimes behind my back, they call old Harry Steinburg a real big prick." At that, the famous Hollywood director chuckled and broke up laughing.
Sharon laughed too. It was indeed a funny situation. And, now that she thought about it, she really had enjoyed sucking Harry Steinburg's huge hard-on. In fact, she was very turned on. Her cunt was soaked with pussy-juice. And her cunt-lips were swollen and hot. All of a sudden, she felt a tremendous, irrepressible urge to fuck the crude director. She wanted his prick and she wanted it bad.
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg," she cooed. "Please, fuck my hot little pussy. I really would like you to stick your beautiful big prick into my cunt and fuck me nice and hard. Please, fuck me," she pleaded.
"I'll be glad to," answered a familiar voice from behind her. Sharon shuddered in fear as she felt someone lift her skirt and push a thick hard cock deeply into her now exposed asshole in a single swift cock-thrust.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed as producer, Avery Craven, jabbed his rock-hard prick into her asshole.
"Yeah, I'll be glad to fuck you, sweetheart," hissed Craven. "I'll fuck you real good. Right up the asshole. Your dream has come true."
"Oh, my god!" Sharon gasped. "Please, don't! The pain is so terrible. I just can't stand it. Please! Stop!" she screamed.
"Not a chance, you fucking whore!" Craven shouted. "I'm gonna ream your asshole real good. If you think good old Harry Steinburg is a real big prick, you've got a lot to learn. Because there is no prick as big as the famous Hollywood producer Avery Craven."
"Ohhhh, noooooo! Please don't ass-fuck me, Mr. Craven," Sharon pleaded.
"Up your ass, you little wench," Craven hissed as he rammed his rock-hard prick up Sharon's tight asshole.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!" Sharon screamed as Craven's thick prick sluiced in and out of her tight, wet asshole. The pain coursed through her body and wracked her tender asshole. But, at the same time, she felt a hot, tingling sensation in her cunt as his prick rammed deep into her ass-channel.
"You love my prick pumping into your asshole, you little bitch," Craven rasped. "Admit it, slut! You love my prick!"
"Yes, I admit it!" Sharon responded. "I love your cock. Your great prick is beautiful," she hissed as waves of passion flooded her brain. "Ohhhh, agghhhhh, it.. . it feels so damned good. Please, don't stop, Mr. Craven. Your prick is wonderful, and it feels so good in my asshole. I love it. I love it!"
"Unnnggghhh! Unnnggghhhh!" Craven gasped. His cock was rock-hard now and he ass-fucked her with deep, brutal cock-thrusts that wracked her body with a mixture of both pain and pleasure.
"Oh, my god! It feels so good!" Sharon exclaimed. "Your cock feels so good reaming out my asshole." She pressed her tender ass-cheeks back against his cock in an effort to take more of his thick, hard cock into her asshole. Then, she tightened her sphincter muscles around his prick. Feelings of lustful abandon and sexual bliss overwhelmed her as his prick rammed deep and hard into her nether-channel.
"Yeah, you are a fine young wench. Your asshole is so fine and tight and hot. You sure know how to please me, bitch," Craven exclaimed.
"Ohhhhh, yes," Mr. Craven. "I love pleasing you. Your cock is so big and hard. I love it! I just love it!" she said. Sharon was not acting. Her cunt seeped pussy-oils. The insides of her thighs were wet with cunt-juice. And, despite the agonizing pain in her stretched asshole, she felt an orgasm beginning to build in her hot, wet cunt. She felt like a wild, wet, wanton whore. A cunt. She loved it.
"I-I'm cumming!" Craven gasped. His massive prick jerked and twitched in Sharon's tight asshole and his cock exploded, shooting a thick, hot glob of cum deep into her asshole.
"Ohhhhh, my god!" Sharon screamed as she felt her asshole fill with Craven's cum. She writhed beneath him and clenched her ass-cheeks in an effort to milk his cock with her ass-muscles. Sharon was in the throes of sexual ecstasy. She felt an all-consuming orgasm welling up from within her juicy cunt.
"Unnnggghhhh!" Craven gasped as he released a huge load of cum from his hard prick. He too was lost in a world of depraved lust.
Feelings of lust and sexual release flooded Sharon's brain as she came. Her pussy leaked heavy drops of cunt-nectar and her mind was filled with visions of lust and obscene sex. She remembered how she felt when she had first experienced pain and degradation at the hands of Avery Craven. She had felt an overwhelming sense of hate. She had planned revenge. But, now-now that she was impaled upon his massive prick-she felt a warm, loving sense of satisfaction, lust and desire. She really did love his prick. And she wished that he would never stop ass-fucking her.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Craven," she hissed. "I love your prick. It . . . it feels so damned good reaming out my asshole. I-I can't tell you how much I love to have you fucking me in my tight little asshole. It feels so good." She moaned and relaxed her ass-cheeks as his cum washed her pussy-walls.
She waited for the famous producer to respond, but instead, he began snoring. Mr. Avery Craven was fast asleep.
Sharon relaxed her ass-muscles and slipped out from beneath the man's drooling prick. She shook her head in wild abandon. Her hair flew about her face and drops of sweat poured down her face. She felt great. She was satisfied. And, most important, she was a bona fide actress in a major motion picture. She was on her way to stardom-superstardom! It did not matter that she had to suck and fuck her way to the top. What mattered was that she was on her way. Nothing could stop her now, she thought as she rose from her knees and prepared to make a fast exit through the dressing-room door.
"Stop!" shouted Harry Steinburg. "I'm not finished with you, sweetheart!"
Sharon glanced behind her and saw the famous director walking toward her. A raging hard-on stuck out menacingly from his crotch. His eyes were gleaming and filled with lust. He looked mad with lust. But, strangely, Sharon felt no fear. Only desire. She spun on her heels and fell to her knees. She reached for his cock and pulled it toward her face.
"Ummmraramm," Steinburg sighed as she stuck his giant prick deep inside her mouth.
His cock filled her mouth and rammed into her throat. His prick burned white-hot and pulsed and pumped between her lips and deep into her mouth.
"You really are a sweet little cock-sucker," the famous Hollywood director rasped in a thick voice. "I've fucked lots of ambitious little starlets in the face. But I must admit that you are different," Steinburg enthused. "You have a certain style about you. A certain star quality. You just may be a star some day, Miss Sharon Stingly," he said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Sharon felt great. The great director had just told her that she had style, that she had star quality, that some day she might be a famous star. She was already a starlet. Steinburg had just said so. She lapped and sucked his cock with true heart-felt enthusiasm. She was so happy. She was really on her way up the ladder of success. Some day, she would be as great as Miss Lola Fontaine. Greater! Sharon thought of how exciting it would be to be a superstar as Steinburg unloaded his load of cum in her mouth . . .