*This story is a Chris Jackson original. It is not to be shared or posted without my permission. All characters are fictional, and 18 or older. This content ins for mature audiences only.*
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“Come on, Chloe, it’ll be fun. You were so good in theater group in high school!” My friend Olivia is way too excited about this improv class for adults she’s dragging us to.
“That was high school, Liv. This is a class for adults. Grown-ups. People that know each other and probably hang out and are regulars. If you want to embarrass yourself, cool.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “But why drag me with you?”
Olivia rolls her eyes and groans at me. “Oh my God, Chlo. Could you possibly be more stuck in your same old routines?”
She’s driving today, which means I don’t have much say about where we’re going. I do have a say in how much I participate, right?
She pulls into the small parking lot for the community theater where this torturous two-hour class is going to take place. At least it’s by donation….
“It’ll be fun. I’ve done this like, three times.” Olivia does not assure me that this is a promising idea. “There are cute guys that do this,” she sing songs.
“Okay, so?” I scoff at her. How shallow does she think I am? Just because I’m in a drought doesn’t mean I’ll embarrass myself in some stupid acting class just for the chance of falling on a dick. Doesn’t embarrassing myself lessen my chances?
“Girl, I can feel you overthinking.” She grabs my hand as soon as I’m out of the car and drags me inside. “Just relax and have fun. If you remember how, that is.” My fiery-haired best friend is a button pusher.
We climb the unnecessarily tall staircase and into a room that looks like a school auditorium. There’s maybe 12 people around. A small, intimate group. Just like I feared.
“Olivia!” One of the early arrivals jogs over, a big friendly smile on her face. She wraps my friend in a quick hug. “I’m so glad to see you back. And who’s this? You brought us a new victim?” She says with a cheeky grin.
Yup. I already hate her. Too. Damn. Bubbly. Olivia is already a bubbly limit for me.
“Hi, I’m Chloe,” I smile brighter than I actually feel.
“Oh my gosh, yes you are!” She says excitedly. “That Gwen Stacy hair, mid-calf boots, and skinny jeans? Girl, you look like you belong here.”
Do I really?
“Anyway, I’m Hannah. We don’t really have a director, perse, but I kind of try to keep us on track, and I explain rules and stuff.”
Olivia leans close and stage whispers, “Hannah’s totally the director.”
Hannah rolls her eyes playfully and waves Olivia off. Hannah seems like the ‘I’m not the director but please address me as such’ type.
To further that position, she claps her hands and proclaims, “Alrighty, friends!” Of course. She’s an alrighty-er. “It is 7 o’clock, so let’s gather up. If you’re participating this evening, please sign your names and put it in the actor hat!”
I take a seat by Liv and cross my arms over my fitted black blouse. The hat moves around, picking up little slips with the names of individuals far more outgoing than I.
Once the hat gets back to Hannah, she jumbles it up and stirs it with her hand.
“So, just to cover a few things since we all could use a reminder of how this works. And because we have a new face.” She looks right at me and winks. This of course draws all the regulars to single me out and wave. At least they’re welcoming.
I do a little wave and try to pass off a ‘glad to be here’ smile.
“The rules are simple, and this runs a lot like Whose Line is it, Anyway? If anyone has watched that.”
Luckily, I did fucking love that show.
“I’ll pull random combinations of two actors per scene, and the scene will be a random draw as well. We’re all adults here, so don’t hold back. Don’t be afraid of showcasing emotions, deep feelings, and whatever you feel like you need to act out to give us the most convincing scene possible.
“Once I feel the scene has reached a natural conclusion, or I think it might be time to move on, I’ll call cut. However, if the performance in any way makes anyone else uncomfortable, they can call cut.” She leans forward and conspiratorially says, “Think of it as your safe word.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. Yeah, okay, Hannah. I’m sure I’ll need a safe word with all these over-sized theater nerds.
“Without further ado, let’s begin.”
For the next 35 minutes, I kick back and relax, watching grown-ass adults go up on stage and play pretend. But to be fair… half of them aren’t that bad. There’s a lot of chemistry because they’ve known each other and worked together before. A lot of them are good at playing off each other.
Dare I say it, it’s enjoyable.
But then… then my name gets called. I blink and stare ahead.
“I-I didn’t put my name in the hat,” I mumble. Why did it suddenly get so hard to project my voice?
Olivia, the back-stabbing bitch leans over. “I knew you would be to chicken to, so I put your name in.”
I slowly turn my head to glare at her, to wish her to burst into flames, but she just fucking smiles at me.
“Chloe, you’ll be working with Devon.”
Claps ring out in the little auditorium, and I slowly stand up. I feel like my feet are moving on their own. Invisible forces drag me up on stage against my will.
But climbing the opposite side of the stage is possibly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Tall, dark hair, brooding eyes, and a soft smile that goes to war with his sharp jaw line.
“Nice to meet you, Chloe. I’m Devon,” he introduces himself with a hand that easily dwarfs mine. Warm, rough, and strong. Dear. Lord. That smile makes me feel like my panties are dissolving.
“Nice to meet you, too,” I force myself to squeak out. Maybe he’ll think it’s stage fright and has nothing to do with how bad I want to drag him back to my apartment and not let him go.
“Alrighty you two!” Hannah says, breaking our little bubble. Bitch. “Now that you’re acquainted, and I think I already see some connection, this prompt should be perfect. The idea is ‘The actors are in a long-term relationship, and you’re having a fight.’ Remember, either of you two or anyone can call ‘cut’ if things get a little sour.”
I nod, and so does Devon.
“And… action,” Hannah says and then steps back.
While I can feel the eyes of everyone on me, I can feel Olivia’s exuberance the strongest. I can also feel Devon’s eyes on me, appraising me. Thinking about what I might react to.
As he tries to find that out, I sit on one of the two chairs on stage and pretend to be on my phone, scrolling. Time to see what he does with my brat energy.
“Babe, I’m home!” He calls, and it sounds natural, like he’s called to me a thousand times. And that’s how it feels.
“Hey, babe.” My voice is flat and disinterested. I give him nothing more, but I glance up from my invisible phone, letting him know I’m in the game, that this is where we’re going.
“Just ‘hey babe?’ That’s it?” He sounds genuinely disappointed, and I’m glad this is just an act. Devon genuinely seems like a sweet guy. I’m sure how hot he is has nothing to do with my bias, of course.
Looking up from my air phone exasperatedly, I ask, “What do you want? You want me to ask how your day at work was?” It’s easily the most deadpanned, careless voice I’ve ever heard come out of me. “Let me guess; understaffed, overworked, and the boss is doing nothing to fix it?”
A look of being taken aback makes Devon recoil. “Fucking ouch, sweetheart.”
“Fucking ouch, sweetheart,” I parrot back with my best Karen voice. “Can we please talk about something other than how much you hate your job and how much it sucks?” I have no idea where this is coming from, but it just feels so… deliciously disrespectful. Like I’m asking for a palm to the cheek.
Devon sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Chloe, I’m really trying not to lose my cool. There’s no reason for you to be like this to me.”
I pretend to put my phone away. “What’s that?” I ask, leaning forward, finally showing interest. “You’re going to lose your cool? At least that would resemble you showing passion. Something I haven’t seen from you in a long, long time.” The words come out as a hateful hiss.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Devon says mockingly as he storms up to me, his shoes touching the toes of mine. The look on my face is between a pleased smile and a wicked snarl. “You haven’t seen enough passion from me? Is this what you want?”
My breath hitches as Devon leans down and presses his lips to mine. Like a tired, pissed off lover with something to reclaim would do.
Like a woman tired of the same-old every day feeling a new spark, I lean into the kiss and melt. “That’s exactly what I want.” My stage acting is infused with my actual wants; how much I want this beautiful and clearly passionate man. I bad I want someone like him to end my drought and dick me down good.
He gives me more of that wish than I expect when he pulls my hair, and I let the action pull me out of the chair. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my eyes wide while his burn holes into mine.
“I haven’t heard ‘cut’ yet,” he growls and attacks my lips.
I wrap my arms around his neck all too willingly as I kiss him back with a heady need. It fits our characters… and me. Little hums and murmurs from the small crowd bring me hurdling back to reality, but… they don’t seem to hate the performance.
None of them have called ‘cut’ either.
I smirk against Devon’s lips as he kisses me. And then he moves to other parts of my face; kissing my forehead, nose, jaw, and neck. “I haven’t seen this side of you in months,” I breathe giddily against the side of his ear. “Make me want you again, Dev.”
My stage partner growls and grazes his teeth against the column of my throat. “Just how much acting do you want to do, Chloe?”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask him back, a teasing lilt in my voice.
“You can always call cut,” he reminds me as he pulls back and grabs the collar of my shirt.
Good Lord. He wouldn’t, would he? When I don’t say ‘cut,’ he does.
With a snarl and the most panty-melting growl I’ve ever heard, he pulls hard at the cloth nearest to my neck. It tears apart in a sharp V like he was ripping a sheet of notebook paper.
Everyone gasps; the crowd, Olivia watching this spectacle, and me.
My shirt is open to my belly button, until he grunts and tears again, splitting my shirt in half completely. My soft lavender bra is on display for the audience of fellow hobby actors.
I hear an a breathy, scandalized, “Oh my!” from Hannah. But it’s not the magic word to stop this.
“There’s my man,” I let out a deep timbre of my own as I reach forward and rip his own shirt open in kind, buttons flying.
My eyes feast on the sight of his lack of undershirt. I see pale skin, muscles, a dusting if hair but not caveman-y. This man is fucking yummy.
We meet again in a kiss, needier than any so far.
“Can they do this?” A woman in her early 40s asks. She sounds way more intrigued, excited, than worried.
“Has anyone called cut?” I don’t need to see the face to recognize Olivia’s hushed voice. “Let my girl act,” she giggles. She knows how long it’s been since I’ve been with a guy. This isn’t exactly how I expected to remedy the problem. But when God gives you manna from heaven, shut the fuck up and eat it.
Under the eyes of the others, Devon picks me up off the floor and into his arms like I’m nothing. I’m a whole 5’4” so it’s not like I’m weightless, but I’m not an Amazon.
There’s a single wooden folding table for props, and I swat all the dumb shit onto the stage floor as he lays me down on it, my legs dangling from the knees down.
Devon kisses my shoulders, my collarbone, the tops of my smallish breasts around the cups of my bra. On or off a stage, I’d never felt someone worship me this way.
I run my fingers through his sandy blonde hair. It’s shorter than I usually like because there’s not much to tug on, but it’s surprisingly soft.
Before I can think of anything further, he tugs down a cup of my bra. My titty, rosy nipple and all, is exposed for him and whoever can see before his lips are around it.
“Oh, shit!” I moan and my back arches, giving him a little more of me to work with whether I want to or not. Damn body, doing what it wants.
And still, as this gorgeous man makes an evening meal of my chest, no one says the magic word. So, fuck it.
Oh yeah. I’m supposed to be acting! “That’s better, Devon. That’s the passion, the care, and the love I’ve been missing!” I hiss as his teeth carefully scrape my budding nipple. “Just like that! Yes!”
“They’re uh, very dedicated, aren’t they? Devon and Chloe.”
I don’t even know who asked that. I’m too focused on the man undoing my skinny jeans in front if 12 or so strangers and my best friend.
And what do I do? My brain blows a short. As Devon suckles and nipple and wrestles my jeans down my legs, I let out a needy sigh.
I hear a multitude of gasps. Pretty much everyone. Devon gets up and drops my pants on the floor. Looking down the plane of my body, I see what the gasp was for. Yes, my jeans are gone. But because they were so tight, they took my panties right with them.
There isn’t a stitch of clothes on me below the waist.
Before I can even think about being embarrassed, Devon pulls me right to the edge of the table and pulls my legs apart.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he says softly, blowing cool air on my scorching hot pussy. “I’m sorry I let the flame go out.”
“Oooh, make up sex without a real fight?” I hear Olivia say. My girl is clearly happy for me.
I lean up on my forearms, eyes wide in surprise as I look down at the study between my legs. One boob is still popped out of my bra. Shiny with his spit.
“Are you seriously going to…” I let out a sharp gasp. “Yup! Y-you’re licking my pussy!” I drop back flat on the table. “Oh. Fuck!” He’s good at it, too.
Devon growls appreciatively as he licks around the joints of my hips. Then he closes in, dragging his tongue over both sides of my puffy vulva.
“You don’t mind the little shrub, do you?” I ask, alluding to the neatly trimmed patch of straight blonde pubes right over my taco.
Like the gentleman muff muncher he is, he shakes his head, licking my gash as he wordlessly answers.
The audience laughs a little, and a pink stain takes over my cheeks. For a brief second, my world narrowed down to the cutie between my legs. Now I’m reminded that he’s licking me in front of his acting buddies.
I feel like a mattress actress in front of a live studio audience at a pilot taping or something.
My blush deepens, going to the top of my partially obscured chest. They all heard me ask this stranger if he minded my pubic hair.
I temporarily forget about my embarrassment when I feel a wet finger push inside my tightening cunt.
“Hell!” I hiss. “Shit!”
“Do you need me to stop?” Devon asks at once, looking right up at me.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop because the second I have time to think, I’ll think about all these people watching you fuck me on a table, and I’ll….”
He cuts me off by pushing a second finger into me, and I drop my head back again, sucking in air like a fish on land.
“Who the fuck has fingers this big?” I whine as he pushes them in and out, spreading me open for him. For a third finger? His cock?
His cock. Would he really have full, penetrative sex with me on this table? In front of hobby acting peers? Certainly not.
But now I’m thinking about it. About his cock. If his fingers are like this, his dick has be to meaty as fuck, right?
“Your cock,” I moan.
“What?” He asks, stopping his fingers inside me for a moment.
“I said your cock, you big himbo. Pull it out. I want to see it!”
This big gentleman of a horny idiot. He keeps fucking me with his fingers while he valiantly battles his belt, snap, and zipper one handed.
I have to say, his fingers are quite dexterous. In seconds, it’s out. Long, hard, and so wonderfully curved.
“Oh shit.” Olivia says it before I can. “Get it, girl!” She calls, hands cupped around her little traitorous, voyeur mouth.
I stare at Devon’s perfect cock with my mouth open and my eyes just as wide.
“If she doesn’t suck him off, I will,” Hannah murmurs with a giggle.
Okay, so no cut calls yet. And I’m quite sure Hannah just gave me permission—no—told me, in a way, to smoke him down.
I lean up and push against his wrist.
In a second, his smoky gray eyes are on me, and he’s slowly extracting his fingers. He’s a gentle and experienced enough lover to know how not to do it too suddenly, all at once.
“Are you okay? You can call cut,” he reminds me.
I can’t help but smile at him. “Nothing’s wrong, babe.” I press against his chest with my foot, making him back up. “Your spark is back, and I think that deserves a reward.
As Devon stood up, his big juicy cock standing proudly with him, I sank to my knees.
“Oh my God. Are you serious?” Devon asks, those paralyzing eyes of him wide.
I can’t tell if it’s in character, or if he’s not sure if I want to suck his cock in front of our dear watchers.
His question gets its answer when I spit in both hands and start working that beautiful length of his.
“Do it!” the older woman from earlier shouts and whoops. They want a show. It’s like VR porn, I suppose. Nobody is recording us, so that makes me feel better about this. Nobody is saving this for posterity or anybody else’s sake.
Feeling bold and encouraged by the fans I’ve made, I take the plunge. I wrap my lips around his swollen bell end and flick my tongue over the tip.
Devon is musky, salty, and heady. 100% man, and I’m head over heels for it. He’s clean, well-trimmed, and smells fresh. He must have showered before coming out tonight, and I appreciate it.
With his pre-cum on my tongue, I know I want to taste the real thing. I also know I will be damned if I walk out of here, if I go through all of this without an orgasm. While I’m thinking about it, I have a tough time believing my fellow girls out there would let me leave the stage without getting my toes curled at least once.
It’s hard for me to think about getting my own cookie when the nicest cock I’ve ever had is between my lips.
Devon still can’t surprise me enough with the absolute rockstar of a man he is. His hands aren’t pulling my neck-length blonde hair. He’s not smashing my face into his crotch and gagging me. No. Instead, his hands are fisted in the legs of his pants. The man is literally holding himself back, and it’s enough to make my pussy clench around air and my own need.
“Come on, Devon. We’re so close,” I tell him when I let his dick out to breathe, Saliva and precum coat my lips for all to see and I don’t even care anymore. We’re all invested in this now. “You showed me that passion with your kiss. Showed it again with your face between my legs. I need to see it again with my face in your lap.”
“Oh, shit!” Hannah says as if I’d just roasted him in front of his friends. “She wants him to fuck her face!” A little fourth wall breaking, but I think we’re past that.
I take his cock in my hand press it straight up, running my tongue along that delicious center vein. “The director’s right; I do want to feel the head of this thing against the back of my throat.”
“Jesus, Chloe,” Devon groans. That deep rumble making its way through his chest makes me purr, and everyone in the audience laughs at our mutual eagerness.
The world falls away again as I grip the base of his God-given cock while I open wide and scarf down as much as I can.
The weight of his piece sliding back and forth against my tongue makes my eyes roll and thighs twitch.
Fuck it. I can’t help it anymore. My pride no longer cares if this small, close-knit group of people (like, 8 women and 4 dudes) judge me for what I’m about to do. Throwing caution and my self-worth to the wind, I reach between my slutty legs and start to frig myself.
“Whoo!” I hear a smattering of voices rising in my favor. “Yeah girl!” “Get that O!” “Show us how you cream!” one girl shouts and claps. I didn’t know just how much I needed to hear that last one right now.
Devon finally shows me he’s in this to win it when he gives in. He finally lets go and sifts his big paws through my hair. Not quite guiding like I want him to, but he might be getting there.
“Your hair is so soft. It’s fantastic.
Shut. The fuck. Up. This man just complimented my hair health while his dick is half-way down my throat.
I push myself a little harder, and I use a hand to cradle his balls. I want to lick them, suck them, too, but I’m on a damned mission right now. I use my tongue as much as I can, but his cock has swelled even more since I started this journey. Not a lot of wiggle room.
“Chloe,” Devon says, his voice low and gritty. “You need to come up soon, babe.”
I let him out of my mouth with a satisfying pop, a string of spit keeping us collected. The smile on my face must be teasing. “Getting close?”
“Uh-huh,” he nods and licks his lips. I wonder if they still taste like me.
“We’ve come too far, have all these viewers invested,” I say half-joking, “for you not to cum. So, where’s it going to be?”
The gorgeous himbo just blinks. I either short circuited his brain, or he feels this is some kind of trap.
“How do you want me to drain this thing, bro?” My hand keeps moving ove him the whole time. And I am not shuttling it gently. The meter is running.
Devon licks his lips. He clearly wants to ask something. But somehow even after tearing my shirt in half and going down on me, he can’t make himself ask the question.
“You want to bend me over the table and fuck me, don’t you?” My voice doesn’t sound amused, but I am highly entertained by this sudden onset of nervousness.
His expressive eyes light up, but he doesn’t speak. Like he’s afraid I’ll laugh him out of the building if he says that is what he wants.
“Let’s do some crowd work, shall we?” I ask with a wink. “Is anyone going to call cut if Devon fucks me over this table?” I ask the other improvers, pointing to the table that’s about to be the scene of some unholy things.
“Girl, you’ll be banned from this event if he doesn’t,” Hannah says; her arms crossed. Well, that’s settled.
I don’t wait for him, and I don’t take his hand. I march my round little ass over to that table and I bend myself over it.
I’ve never done something so demanding, so brazen before in my life. Especially not in front of people. I’m beginning to think I might be a performer after all….
As soon as I finish that last thought, I feel those big fucking hands of Devon’s nudging my legs further apart. Oh boy. Here we fucking go!
“Oh my God! They’re really going to do this! They’re going to go all the way!” Olivia’s voice again. And that wasn’t judgement I heard. She’s thrilled for me. A real best friend.
Thoughts are pushed straight out of my brain hole again when I feel not his hands on me, but his cock sliding up and down my wet and ready slit.
“Just push it in!” Once girl hollers.
“Hard and fast! Class is almost over!” says a guy, making himself heard for the first time.
The consensus is in, and the fans must be heard.
His hand is on my upper back, pinning me down to the table. I’m glad I was able to get my boob back into my bra. Friction from the table burning my nip isn’t the kind of shit I’m into.
The crowd goes silent as I draw in a breath. The lack of cock slickening itself in my house-made lube tells me it’s wound back, coiled, and ready to strike.
When it hits, the air is forced right out of my lungs. Instead of a dramatic, epic scream, a strangled gasp claws its way out instead.
And then he starts. He starts to fuck me. Fast. And hard. Just like the audience asked for. Turns out we’re both crowd pleasers after all.
My jaw feels like it’ll never be able to close again as this much larger man fucks me like a brute. Devon’s been nothing but sweet and kind since I dropped to my knees in front of him. But now he’s fucking my pussy like he hates me.
A sharp, high-pitched wail finally tears out of my throat when I can finally find my vocal cords again. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like this. Never been totally owned and put into place like this before. And after this, I will never forget the feeling of other people’s eyes on me while it happened.
Nobody got to see me close up besides Devon, which I think helped. There was no threat of anyone, filming or taking pictures. This was a fun, casual but aggressive fuck with a hunky guy. All being watched by casual viewers that didn’t mind a live show.
His hand, those rough fingers of his are on my hip. Devon makes me feel so fucking small. And then he’s playing with my pussy lips. Feeling. Searching. Then he finds it.
His scratchy finger pad ghosts over my clit, and then like the saint he is, he starts working close to it but not right on top of it.
“Yes! Yes! Please yes! Make me cum, Devon. I don’t care this is the first time we’ve ever fucking met. I don’t care people are watching.” With a lick of my lips, I reassess that. “Yes, I do. I do care. I want them to watch me cream all over your perfect cock.”
Devon doesn’t talk. He just puts his head on my shoulder and fucks. Ruts into me like a dog. It’s the fullest, the most claimed and owned I’ve ever felt and it’s so fucking good.
It finally happens. That pressure that’s been building in me finally does something. It snaps. Crashes. Washes over me and throws me against the wall like I was hit with a dinosaur’s tail.
But there’s a table under me. A wall of a man behind me. It doesn’t matter that my legs are rendered useless because I don’t need them.
“Chloe….”
I know that warning growl of my name now. I know what it’s the harbinger of. “Go for it. Fill my slutty fucking pussy in front of these fine theater people, Devon. Fill me up. Making me fucking drip with you in front of them.”
“Can anyone hear what she’s saying to Devon?” someone asks.
“We’ll have to start putting mics on people,” Hannah grumbles just loud enough to hear over Devon clapping my cheeks.
“Oh!” I shout, almost coming off the table as Devon starts coming in me without another word. “Oh shit! Fuck that’s warm!” And it doesn’t stop. After three more spurts, I’m gasping, my nails raking on the table. “It’s so much! That’s so much cum!”
“Take it. Take all of it! You were begging for it; begging for passion. Now it’s yours.” Devon growls as he keeps pumping. His balls are empty now, but his cock still has blood stored and he plans to make use of it until it leaves.
Finally, after what feels like the longest post-inseminating fucking I’ve ever had, the beast pulls out.
I gasp again, and my eyes go wide as I keenly feel his absence. If it wasn’t for the table under me and Devon holding a hand on my back, I probably would have crumpled onto the floor.
“Holy shit,” I sigh. I run a hand through my short hair and look around at the little, baby crowd. My cheeks flame a bright red as the people that just watched me get fucked now watch a stranger’s cum leak out of me.
I replay the last 20 minutes back in my head. They got an entire porno from us. I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my life. Until Hannah stands up. Then Olivia. They’re the only two giving us a standing ovation, but there’s only smiling and red faces in the seats.
“Chloe… that was some serious extra mile, method acting shit,” Devon laughs. “And I definitely got my spark back.”