Stage Fright 1
A Fictional Story by Rustyleaks.
Brandon smiled nervously and placed the rental car in park. Looking over at her, he could see just how ready she was for their adventure to begin. For the first time since they planned it, he suddenly felt the urge to call the whole thing off. Why exactly, he couldn’t bring himself to say, but it was a feeling like getting onto a roller coaster that you’ve waited in line for only to be filled with dread once the harness locks you in and you depart for the large drops to come.
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Brandon and Rachel met in their junior year of college and had been strong and steady ever since. Now at 28 yrs old, they had enjoyed a very successful relationship. Open communication, great sex, and zero problems trying new things. They discovered new kinks over the years thanks to watching porn together, and had explored several different sexual fantasies. Some stuck, and some they vowed never to try again.
One evening while surfing their favorite X-rated website, they had stumbled upon a video of a real couple having a professionally shot porno. The video opened with a computer animation of two human outlines in the missionary position, then zoomed out to reveal an old-school film camera that turned on its side, becoming a heart. The words “Real Couples. Real Passion” filled the screen, followed by the media brand “Film Your Fantasy, directed by Rocky Pines. The film that followed featured a young couple who were incredible together, and Brandon and Rachel could tell they had real chemistry. After nearly half an hour of passionate sex on camera ending in a huge cumshot on the woman’s tits, the film cut to them both in bathrobes, clearly fresh out of the shower, sitting next to each other for an interview with the director.
The bathrobes featured the Film Your Fantasy logo, and the couple happily shared why they decided to shoot the film, answered a series of questions, and talked about their favorite part of the shoot. All in all, the film was about 45 minutes long, normally much too long for a porn film to keep anyone’s attention, but Brandon and Rachel watched every single second of it until the screen went black and the “replay” option appeared in the center of the screen. There was a moment of silence as they processed what they had just watched before they began tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking until they were both completely spent.
Film Your Fantasy became their favorite channel on the site. It didn’t take but a couple of weeks before they had watched every film the channel had posted, which wasn’t many, as it was a fairly new channel. Something about regular, everyday couples having their passionate sex professionally filmed was captivating.
The more they watched, the more they learned about the channel. Rocky Pines tried to shoot a new couple every weekend, edit the film over the week, and post it up Friday evening. As the channel’s following on the public site grew, the movies went from 45 min to 8 min teasers, with the cumshot cut and replaced with a note: “Visit FilmYourFantasy.com to see the Full Video”. Brandon and Rachel quickly subscribed to the site and noticed a “Couples Application” button near the top, next to the search bar.
They joked about applying and had a good laugh. Still, after a couple of months of watching more and more couples having the most fantastic orgasms on camera and then sharing their experiences afterward, the pauses at the main menu became longer and longer as the mouse cursor hovered near the button.
Finally, one Friday evening, as Rachel was logging in to the site to watch the latest upload, she paused before selecting it. Brandon was on his phone in bed next to her, checking his work email one last time before signing out for the weekend.
“Babe. I kinda wanna do it.” She said uneasily, as if it was an awkward maneuver to get the words out.
“Do what, baby?” Brandon asked, his eyes still on his phone screen.
“Apply as a couple?” She offered, leaving herself an escape route if she didn’t get the reaction she hoped for.
Brandon’s eyebrows shot up; he set his phone down and looked at her.
“Really?” He asked, completely surprised at what he was hearing.
“I mean…well yeah kind of! I just…I just can’t stop thinking about all these interviews we watch and how happy and excited the couples are after filming these. I mean, the scenes are SO hot, and they are done so beautifully. I don’t know, it’s just that every time I watch these scenes I can’t help but think about doing one. I think we’d be really good at it, and we’d have a lot of fun! And how cool would it be to see ourselves on our favorite site?! I know you’ve thought about it, too. I mean, how could you NOT?”
Brandon was silent for a moment. If he were being honest, he’d thought about it every single week. But he’d also thought about the ramifications of being naked on the internet for the whole world to see. That was the hardest pill to swallow about the scenario that he’d played in his head so many times over.
“I have thought about it. A lot actually.” He said softly, placing his hand on Rachel’s leg. He stroked her silky navy blue nightgown lingerie that he planned on fucking her in after the film was finished.
Rachel looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish his thought.
“I’m just worried about putting ourselves out there on the internet for everyone to see.” He continued. “I mean, I think it’d be really fun and extremely hot to fuck you for the cameras, but what if we regret it in a few years and now we’re just out there forever?”
Rachel smiled “Well if we were planning on having kids, I’d share those fears. But since we’re not, I really don’t care if the world can see me. I want to do this for US not them. And think about it,” her voice took a mischievous tone “you’ve got a really nice cock and I think you’d kinda like to know strangers online are fantasizing about being you.”
Brandon chuckled. He had thought about having his cock out there for the internet to behold. That thought actually turned him on. He wasn’t extraordinarily huge, but he knew his seven-inch cock was more than the average guy was packing. And Rachel was an absolute bombshell. Her father was Colombian, and her mother was a tall blonde woman; a combination that gave Rachel a lottery-winning ticket of a body. Large brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, tan complexion, and beautiful curves that were in all the right places. Brandon stood at 6’2, had black hair in a professional fade, and a toned, lean, muscular build that boasted a six-pack. In his opinion, they made a very attractive couple, and he noticed that when they’d get dressed up to go out, men and women alike would stare.
“You’re not wrong,” he agreed. “Although I doubt anyone would be paying attention to my cock with your perfect tits in the frame.” He cupped one of her silk-covered D cups in his hand, letting his fingers brush over her hardening nipple. Rachel inhaled sharply as tingles of pleasure danced along her skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive.
“Mmm,” she moaned and reached for his boxers. “Just imagine all those people watching you fuck me. Watching me cum on that cock. Fuck, baby! I’m already wet just thinking about it.” Her hand found his bulge, and she slowly traced her fingers along the outline of his cock, feeling it pulse against the fabric as she reached the tip. She giggled. “You’re so hard already, baby. I’ll take that as a ‘yes’?”
Brandon exhaled and bit his lip. Her soft teasing touches always drove him mad with lust. “Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen? They never respond?” He sat up, grabbed the laptop, and clicked the application button. Rachel squealed with excitement and scooted up closer against him, squeezing his bicep as they both looked intently at the screen.
The first part of the application was pretty straightforward to fill out. First names, the city you live in, a quick bio about yourselves and why you think you’d make great candidates, each of their heights and weights, hair colors, eye colors, his penis size, her breast size, a question asking if they’d ever worked in the adult film industry before, and filming availability. They selected a handful of weekends they’d be available for and then reached the photo upload section.
The application offered the option to upload 20 photos, with a mandatory minimum of 5; one as a couple, one of each of them individually clothed, and one of each of them individually naked, with the man’s naked photo requiring him to be fully erect.
They easily filled all 20 upload placements from various beach trips, saved sexts to each other, and date-night photos.
“We take pretty good pictures, don’t we?” Brandon mused as he scrolled through the uploads before clicking ‘Next’.
“I think our nudes look better than our clothed ones!” Rachel giggled.
“I think you’re right,” Brandon laughed. “Guess we’re perfect for this role!”
The third section was labeled Boundaries. There was a dropdown selector with hundreds of kinks and preferences; the instructions were to select every one they were comfortable with. Then they had to select everything that they were not comfortable with.
Then the final section was the policy review, the long list of details and fine print outlining the application and acceptance process. Brandon was a quick reader and skimmed it, looking for anything that stood out, but it was basic enough. Just a legal disclaimer and the regular information you’d see on any Review & Sign option on an update. It specifically stated that the contract would be drawn and discussed upon acceptance of the application. Fair enough. Brandon clicked “agree,” and the screen displayed a confirmation page stating that Film Your Fantasy would contact them by email if their application was accepted.
“And now we wait!” Brandon said matter-of-factly as he exited the application window.
“No,” Rachel said slyly. “Now we watch the newest upload!” She snatched the laptop, clicked back to the home page, and selected the latest video.
Brandon smiled. “Of course!”
The video was the hottest one they had watched yet. A busty brunette woman was passionately fucked by a tall man with long red hair. He looked like a 1988 Axl Rose in his prime. He used his fingers and tongue to make her cum three times before she pulled out his enormous cock from his jeans. Brandon and Rachel watched in awe as he made the woman squirt multiple times throughout the scene. The control he had over her body, the way he grunted as he thrust into her, the way she moaned and whimpered, the way he controlled himself and didn’t cum until she begged for it, was breathtaking to behold. They could tell that the man was more concerned with his woman’s pleasure than his own, and Rachel counted 9 orgasms in a 42min sex scene! When he finally pulled his cock from her dripping pussy and shot a huge load over her double D tits, Rachel cried out uncontrollably as she brought herself to a leg-shaking orgasm with her fingers. Truth be told, her panties had been soaked since the first five minutes.
Rachel paused the video as it was cutting to the post-scene interview, her orgasm still flowing through her body, her legs trembling slightly. She looked over at Brandon, his cock softening in his hand, cum covering his fingers and T-shirt, his breath heavy and quick.
“N-NINE ORGASMS!” She exclaimed, her voice still shaking. “Holy shit, baby! We’ve never cum while watching before!”
Brandon nodded, swallowing hard in bewilderment. He hadn’t cum so hard from just his hand in his entire life. It felt strange. It felt wrong. He was supposed to fuck Rachel in her lingerie after this, but his cock was already shrinking from exhaustion. How could it be wrong when it felt so damn good?
Rachel reached over and gently took hold of his cock at the base. She gave it a long, slow stroke, milking out the last drops of cum. Brandon groaned as he watched her lean into his lap and suck on the tip of his cock, tasting the final remains of his orgasm.
“You came so hard on yourself.” She purred. “I don’t think you have anything left for me.” She pouted, then smiled, kissing him deeply. Her hand gave his cock a few more strokes, attempting to revive him, but there was nothing left.
She broke their kiss and turned back to the laptop. “I just HAVE to hear their interview. They were AMAZING!” She clicked play.
Their names were Liz and TJ, and their interview chemistry was as beautiful as the sexual chemistry they had just displayed. The director’s enthusiasm was noticeable as he asked them questions about themselves. It was obvious he really enjoyed filming them, even hinting at working together in the future, which was something he had never brought up with other couples he had hosted. Liz explained that they weren’t “technically” a couple; they were both polyamorous, and while actively in a relationship with each other, they were not exclusive.
“So you have other guys?” Rocky asked excitedly.
“Yes,” Liz replied, her damp hair glistening in the light. “Two, to be exact!”
“Wow! That’s awesome! I mean, TJ just rocked your world! I’m surprised you’ve got anything left for anyone else!” The director laughed.
“Well, they each fulfill different needs.” Liz smiled, almost shyly.
“Tell me about them!”
“Well, Rob is very much a stud. Like TJ here.” She squeezed TJ’s thigh and looked up at him. “But unlike TJ, he’s all raw power all the time. Definitely a dick-appointment-only kinda guy. And Jim…” she bit her lip and smiled at Rocky. “Well, Jim is a sub. He’s my chastity slave.”
“Your WHAT?” Rocky blurted, his mouth dropped open.
“WHAT??!” Rachel and Brandon exclaimed in unison, sitting bolt upright in bed. Their eyes were glued to the screen.
Liz giggled at Rocky’s reaction. “My chastity slave.” She continued. “I keep his cock locked away, and he worships me. And TJ here is my special medium. All the raw power and all the soft, tender loving a girl could ask for.” She slowly rubbed TJ’s thigh.
“Ho-ly shit!” Rocky stretched the syllables out slowly. “There is so much to unpack here! You guys have got to be the most interesting couple I’ve had on the show so far! TJ, you’re polyamorous as well. How many women are you seeing?”
TJ smiled. A big welcoming smile that Rachel could feel through the laptop. A smile that just seemed to make you feel like you’ve known someone their whole life. A smile that made you feel safe and warm.
“Just one other woman.” He said. “She works a lot, and whenever we both aren’t traveling, she hits me up. I guess you could say I’m her dick-appointment-only kinda guy.” TJ, Liz, and Rocky all laughed together at the last part.
“Well, TJ, if you weren’t traveling so much, I’d give your contact info to some colleagues of mine in the industry. A dick like yours with that stamina is hard to find!” Rocky added.
“I’ll be in town for the next month.” TJ offered, laughing lightheartedly, clearly joking.
“Oh my god, yes!” Liz exclaimed. “That would be so hot! You better send me the links afterward!” She laughed with TJ and Rocky.
Rachel found herself completely absorbed in the interview. Brandon, however, had settled back into his pillow and was back on his phone, although he wasn’t actually doing anything on it, just staring. A strange jealous feeling poked at him, although he couldn’t understand why. The male urge to compete was nipping at his emotions. He saw how Liz looked at TJ. How Rocky was complimenting his performance. How Rachel had cum so hard she had screamed while watching him. Could he top that? Could he match that? What if their application was accepted and he wasn’t as good as TJ? Up to that point, he was positive he was better than any other guy who had been on the sets, but now he felt like there was a new standard and he wanted to beat it.
The sound of the laptop closing interrupted his internal struggle, and Rachel scooted under the covers next to him, their faces inches apart.
“Baby?” She asked softly, her hand touching his chest.
Brandon set his phone on the nightstand and turned to face her. “Yes, baby?”
“If we get accepted. I want you to fuck me like TJ fucked Liz.” She whispered.
Brandon swallowed hard. A knot formed in his stomach. “I’ll fuck you better than TJ.” He stated, although he didn’t feel like he sounded convincing.
“Mmmm, you’d better!” Rachel purred, her hand still resting on his chest. She leaned in, kissed him, and then drifted off to sleep.
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Four days had passed since they had put in their application. Rachel found herself watching TJ and Liz’s clip every day while Brandon was at work. She couldn’t stop watching it. The first time she felt guilty watching it without Brandon. But the more she saw Liz cumming on TJ’s cock, the less she cared. She touched herself until her pussy was sore from cumming some days. She had never squirted before, but watching Liz squirt made her long to feel what that was like. She imagined herself and Brandon on set, him pounding her in the positions Liz and TJ were in. She imagined him grunting the way TJ did as he rammed his cock deep into Liz’s eager pussy. She yelped and screamed as she came again and again to the scene, sometimes watching it twice a day. That scene became the center of her daily routine. Her mind was constantly thinking about it. TJ, Liz, her, Brandon, Rocky, and the cameramen cum on her tits. All of it filled her mind, making her uncontrollably horny, and she’d jump Brandon the moment he’d get off work, practically dragging him into the bedroom to ride him to orgasm. She was consumed with it, and checked their email several times a day just to make sure she hadn’t missed an acceptance message.
Finally, on the fifth day, while Rachel was opening the laptop to reload the scene, she received a notification bubble from their Gmail account.
She stared in disbelief as she read the subject bar.
“Congratulations! Your Application has been Accepted!”
Opening the email, she quickly skimmed over the contents and grabbed her phone.
“Hey babe,” Brandon answered in a questioning tone. She rarely called him at work unless something important came up.
“WE GOT ACCEPTED!” She squealed into the phone, unable to contain her excitement.
“We what?” Brandon asked. Clearly having to move the phone away from his ear from the sheer volume that had erupted from Rachel’s end.
“Baby? Baby, can you hear me? We got accepted! Rocky Pines sent us an email! We are going to LA!!” She sang the last part like a chorus.
“Oh my god, REALLY!?” Brandon’s tone was charged with excitement. “Holy shit, that was fast!”
“Fast!? Are you kidding me? This has been the longest five days of my life!” Rachel exclaimed. She was pacing the room on her tiptoes, incapable of sitting down. “Can you leave work early? I mean, I think we have to respond to this email quickly, or else we’ll lose our spot, right? I don’t know, I barely read it, I just know they said YES, and I don’t want anything to fuck this up for us!”
Brandon glanced at the clock. It was 3 pm. He didn’t have any meetings for the rest of the day, and there wasn’t anything he needed to do that he couldn’t accomplish from his work laptop at home.
“Actually, yeah! I can probably be home in half an hour! This is crazy!” He laughed happily, still processing what was happening.
“Right!? SO CRAZY! Ok baby, I love you! See you soon!!!” Rachel hung up the phone and jumped into a little dance around the bedroom.
When Brandon got home, she was on the sofa, the laptop opened to the email on the coffee table in front of her. She had two glasses of wine poured. Brandon admired her beauty as he walked towards her. She wore a graphic crop top and a pair of daisy dukes that were more thong than shorts. Her perfect legs were crossed, giving him a glorious view of her pedicured feet and freshly painted bright red toenails. His favorite. His cock began to stiffen at the sight, and had it not been for the email sitting before her, he would have taken her right there.
He sat down next to her and leaned in for a kiss. She kissed him quickly and then placed her hand against his chest, pressing him back to keep him from pushing the kiss further. She wanted his focus on the email first.
When he sat back, she handed him one of the wine glasses.
“To our acceptance!” She cheered and clinked her glass gently against his.
“To our acceptance!” He echoed, and took a victorious sip. “You look beautiful, babe!”
“You like?” She smiled, taking a second sip and sitting up straighter to push her breasts against the tight fabric of her crop top. Her nipples were hard and strained desperately against the graphic logo across her chest. “I was thinking of wearing this exact outfit to the set! I’m glad you approve.”
For the next half hour, they read over the email. Rocky wrote it himself, and he seemed enthusiastic about their application. There were few details in the email concerning the filming, and it mostly explained that receiving the email was only the first step in the actual acceptance process. The email concluded with a Zoom call invitation for tomorrow evening. After briefly checking their calendar to ensure they were free, Brandon accepted the Zoom invitation and then closed the email.
“This is basically a job interview.” He noted, rubbing his chin. “Very professional. I like his style. I’m sure he has a lot of applications to go through, and I imagine it’s exhausting to go through them all and find the right fit.” He raised his glass to finish the last sip.
“Luckily, I have an amazing boyfriend who is well-versed in applying to important jobs.” Rachel smiled proudly and lifted her foot into his lap. Her soft toes pressed gently against his bulge, causing Brandon to spill the last sip of wine on himself.
“BABE!” He exclaimed, looking down at the drops on his shirt.
Rachel giggled and sat up.
“Oh no! Poor boy!” She said in a playful tone, sitting up against him. “Let me get that for you.” She grabbed his chin, wet with wine, and slowly licked it up to his lips, savoring the taste of it on his skin. When she reached his lips, she kissed him. As they kissed, her hand moved towards his lap and undid his fly. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock free of its confines and stroked him slowly. Brandon moaned into her kiss as he felt his cock stiffen to a full erection. He pulled her closer to him and humped into her tight grip as his mouth found the side of her neck. He kissed down towards her collarbone, each kiss growing more aggressive until he was nearly biting her. When he moved the lift, her crop top slipped. She grabbed his hands.
“Wait.” She commanded, leaned back towards the laptop, and opened a saved window. The screen filled with the scene of TJ and Liz, paused at the moment TJ was kissing down Liz’s body towards her pussy.
“I want you to fuck me like this.” She purred, her voice taking on a seductive edge. She reached down and undid the button on her daisy dukes and slid them down her thighs.
Brandon stood up and began to loosen his belt, his cock still protruding aggressively from his fly.
“No!” Rachel held up her hand. “Pants stay on until I say so.” She reached forward and struggled for a moment to tuck his hard cock back into his pants. “Just like the video.” She whispered, tugging the zipper closed.
She lay back on the sofa, arching her back and spreading her legs; her left hand ran lightly up her stomach to her breast. Her freshly shaved pussy glistened under the warm lights of the living room, revealing how wet she was.
“Lick me.” The words came from her mouth like a soft breath, but with a hint of dominance. Brandon’s cock strained in his pants. God, she was perfect!
As he positioned himself between her thighs, she reached over and clicked play.
Brandon obeyed.
—
The following evening, Brandon was tightening his tie when Rachel burst into the room, tearing off her tight, fitted T-shirt.
“What the fuck am I gonna wear?!” She exclaimed in frustration, startling Brandon as he stood in front of the large mirror in their bedroom.
She had been going back and forth from the closet to the bedroom like this for nearly half an hour, trying on outfits, confirming their perfection, and then tearing them off in disgust.
“What was wrong with that?” Brandon asked, gesturing towards the tee shirt she had just launched across the room. “I thought it looked fine.”
“FINE!?” Her eyes were wide with exasperation. “I don’t want to look ‘FINE’. I want to look PERFECT!” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her booty shorts and yanked them off, kicking them next to the pile of rejected outfits.
“It’s easy for you.” She said, raising her hands towards him. “You put on a suit, and you’re perfect. I have to look special…like the star of a show!”
“We’re both the stars of the show.” Brandon countered gently. “I think every outfit you chose was spectacular, baby.” He walked over to her and put a strong hand on her shoulder.
“Hey.” He said, lowering himself to her eye level. “Whatever you wear is gonna knock him dead. You’re the hottest woman he’ll ever have on his site. You could be completely naked, and I’m sure he’d love it. Besides, he’s probably going to have us strip for him anyway to ensure our photos weren’t edited.” He added with a light chuckle.
Rachel’s eyes immediately softened. Brandon was right; she was overthinking this. After all, the whole point of this interview was to have them both naked and fucking on camera someday.
“I’m sorry, baby.” She said meekly, dropping her head. “I just really want to look perfect for this Zoom call.”
“I know, babe.” Brandon rubbed her upper arm comfortingly. “And you will, no matter what you choose.” His tone lightened. “Hey! Why don’t you wear that black silk kimono robe you wore for my birthday last year?!”
Rachel snickered. “The kimono robe!? While you’re in a suit and tie!?”
“Absolutely! Wouldn’t that be amazing? Myself, all dressed up, and you, a single loose knot away from being naked.” Brandon said, excitement flashing through his eyes.
Rachel considered the suggestion for a moment. That did sound incredibly hot. It also corresponded with the idea of him being fully clothed while going down on her.
Just as TJ did for Liz.
She bit the side of her lower lip and looked into Brandon’s eyes.
“That is kinda hot to think about. And you’re right, judging by Rocky’s videos, he’s definitely gonna ask to see these titties before he fully accepts our application!” She grabbed her tits in her hands and pressed them together as she spoke. Almost every Film Your Fantasy sex scene ended with a giant cumshot on the woman’s chest.
Brandon smiled. “He’d be crazy not to. You get ready. I’ll start setting up for the call. Meet you in the living room?”
“Deal. I’ll be there in 10 min.”
The Zoom call was exactly as Brandon had imagined it would go. Rocky was extremely friendly, very polite, and respectful, considering what he was interviewing them for. He explained how their travel would be arranged, how the shoot would go, asked them more detailed questions about themselves, and, as predicted, asked them to strip naked.
“Rachel, let’s start with you, since you are what 90% of my viewers are going to be fixated on.”
To Brandon’s surprise, Rachel didn’t hesitate or act shyly at all. In fact, she started slowly and deliberately pulling the knot on her wrap. As the knot came undone, she kept the kimono edges covering her nipples as she stood up and slowly turned around. She let the robe fall from her shoulders, exposing her firm ass and toned back muscles to the camera. Placing her hands on the back of the sofa, she knelt on the cushions and bent over, showering her pussy to the camera.
“Oh, my god,” Rocky muttered through the screen as she reached between her legs and ran her index finger over her pussy before spreading it with two fingers, showing the camera her wet folds. She whipped her head back over her shoulder and stared at Rocky through the screen, and slowly rocked her hips back and forth. Brandon stared from the side with his jaw dropped. Rachel was putting on a hell of a striptease, and Rocky was completely absorbed.
“Let’s see those tits, gorgeous.” Rocky’s tone took a turn. He wasn’t just interviewing anymore. He was in director mode.
Rachel slowly turned around and sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs spread wide in front of her. She bent forward, her hands underneath each breast, pushing them forward toward the camera.
“Fuck yes, just like that!” Rocky encouraged. “Jiggle them for me a little. Yeah, that’s it! Oh my god, you have an incredible body!”
Rachel’s hands moved over her tits, and she pinched her nipples, instantly making them as hard as diamonds. She moaned as she fondled them. Her right hand moved down her stomach, and she slowly circled her clit with her fingers before dipping her index finger into her pussy. She pulled it out and brought it to her lips and slowly sucked it clean, never breaking eye contact with Rocky.
“Jesus, Rachel. Are you sure you’ve never shot porn before?!” Rocky asked. “Because that was one of the hottest stripteases I’ve ever fucking seen!”
And just like that, the act stopped, and Rachel giggled excitedly.
“Really?!” She gushed. “I’ve never really done that before! I was kinda just trying to do what Liz did in your last video.” She blushed and looked down sheepishly at her feet.
“Trust me, I know a good striptease, and that was top notch. Oh, you liked Liz and TJ? They were the coolest! My highest-rated and most-viewed couple to date! But after watching that, I think they might have some competition. Let’s see what Brandon’s got for us.” Rocky looked over at Brandon, who was still staring at Rachel in disbelief.
“Brandon? Earth to Brandon!” Rocky chuckled through the screen.
“Baby!” Rachel urged.
Brandon shook his head quickly, bringing himself back into the moment. He had been mesmerized by the performance.
“Oh, err. Right ha ha. Sorry, Rocky. I was a little captivated.”
Rocky laughed lightheartedly. “Hey man, I don’t blame you. That was a hot tease! Hopefully it got you ready for your turn.” He winked at the last comment.
Brandon stood up and began loosening his tie.
“Leave the shirt for now, Brandon.” Rocky directed. “I wanna see what you’re working with. That’s more important if you know what I mean.”
Brandon nodded shyly, unbuckled his belt, and then a sudden wave of terror struck him.
He wasn’t hard.
He had been about a minute ago watching Rachel strip, but now that all eyes were on him, his cock had retreated. Like, completely retreated.
“FUCK!” He thought, feeling sweat forming in his armpits. If he pulled his pants down now, he’d reveal a shriveled 3 inches that he feared would possibly cower into 2 inches after the shame of exposure hit.
“Baby?” Rachel’s soft voice pierced his thoughts. “Is everything…okay?” She emphasized the “okay” and widened her eyes nervously and glanced at his crotch.
“Y-yeah. Well, I mean. No. I just–.” He stammered, now completely aware of how pathetic he looked AND sounded.
“Heyyyy.” Rocky’s voice came through in an almost soothing tone. “Brandon. Relax man. This is normal for some of the guys I interview. Showing off your cock to a stranger isn’t exactly natural, which is why I need you to do it. My whole film crew is dudes, so think of this as practice as much as it is proof that your photo is legit.”
Brandon nodded in understanding, although the explanation was not enough to bring his cock to attention.
“Fuck it.” He sighed in surrender, dropped his trousers, and looked down. His cock rested on his balls, shriveled and pathetic, barely 3 inches.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Rocky suddenly chuckled. “No pun intended! I’m sorry, bro, that was a poor choice of words. But hey! Nothing to be ashamed of! You’re a first timer. And lots of guys are growers, not show-ers.”
Rachel smiled reassuringly up at him.
“But.” Rocky continued. “We gotta get him hard, man. Rachel, think you could do the honors?”
Rachel nodded and scooted over to him. She took his soft cock in between her thumb and her finger and then looked up at him.
Brandon gulped. His cock looked so small when she held it like that. Fuck! Why was he thinking like this? He had a seven-inch cock! A thick, long, seven-inch cock that could fuck for half an hour on a good day. Why was it not working?
Rachel licked the tip of his cockhead, which on normal blowjobs would be a thick and dark red mushroom tip bulging from his shaft, but now was pale and tiny.
Another lick. Then she pulled it past her lips and into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Her fingers pulled at the base of his cock as she took all three inches into her mouth. Her eyes locked onto his. A pleading stare was in her beautiful eyes. “Please,” her eyes seemed to beg, “please get hard!”
Brandon closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. Imagining that the laptop and Rocky’s prying eyes were far away. But he couldn’t shake the thought of it.
“Rachel, try talking dirty to him.” Rocky offered. “Whatever you gotta do. Again, this is basically practice for the real shoot, so do whatever works.”
Rachel slipped his cock out of her mouth and tugged it gently with her fingers.
“You want to make this little cock hard for me?” She said with a pouty tone in her voice before sucking on the tip of his cock. Her other hand cupped his balls.
“Little cock!?” Brandon thought. “Why would she say that!? She’s never said that befo–oooh fuck!” His thoughts were interrupted by a warm sensation filling his body. His cock was hardening!
Rachel could feel it in her mouth and smiled as she continued sucking eagerly. She swapped her two fingers out with her whole hand and began pumping it aggressively into her mouth.
“Yeah? Oh, you’re gonna make that little cock big for me?” Her pouty voice was driving Brandon crazy with desire, and his cock was responding in record time.
“Oh fuck, baby! Oh fuck yes!” He moaned.
“Alright, guys, don’t get too carried away!” Rocky chuckled through the screen.
Rachel backed off and placed her palm flat under his cock and looked at the camera.
“Ta-da!” She exclaimed, showing off her handiwork.
“Good girl!” Rocky’s compliment caused her to blush and turn her head, while it elicited an involuntary twitch from Brandon’s cock. Although he wasn’t certain, Brandon could’ve sworn that Rocky’s eyes took note of his cock’s reaction and a small smirk had briefly tugged at the edge of the director’s mouth.
“Step closer, Brandon.” Rocky beckoned, and he leaned closer on the screen.
Brandon stepped forward and turned to the side, showing his full length to the camera. He inhaled sharply as the thought of his cock being studied started to creep on his arousal. He felt his erection begin to wane as panic took hold.
Just as he was about to lose his last battle at staying hard, he felt Rachel’s soft fingers wrap around his shaft. He looked down at her, gratitude in his eyes as she met his gaze with a knowing smile. She gave a couple of slow, light strokes and then shifted onto her knees in front of him and began to slurp on his tip.
Brandon’s eyes rolled back as she slowly sucked his cock. His erection soon returned to full force, and Rachel pulled off him with a loud “pop”.
Rocky took another look at Brandon before nodding in approval.
“That’ll do, Brandon. See? That wasn’t so bad.” He said, giving a couple of claps. “You can pull your pants back up if you want, man. I’ve seen what I need.”
Brandon pulled his pants up and fumbled with his belt for a few moments before sitting down next to Rachel, who showed no intention of clothing herself. She smiled at him as he sat. She placed her hand on his thigh and scooted closer to him. Her body radiated warmth into him. This interview turned her on extremely.
Rocky went over a few more specifics, and they all agreed to fly out to LA the following weekend for the shoot. They’d arrive two days early to go over the contract, get all the signatures in order, and then film on Saturday. He expressed his excitement about working together several more times before the interview ended, and by the time they left the Zoom call, Rachel and Brandon were more certain than ever about their decision to move forward with everything.
After closing the Zoom window, Brandon immediately took Rachel’s hands in his own.
“Baby, I’m so sorry about that! I didn’t expect to–”
“Shhh!” Rachel squeezed his hands tightly. “You have nothing to apologize for! Rocky said that was a normal reaction, remember? Just forget about the film crew, him, and everyone else and just focus on me, and you’ll be just fine.” She smiled at him, and although her words were encouraging and confident, her tone suggested she was trying to convince herself they were true.
Brandon smiled and nodded. “I love you so much, baby. And I promise I won’t have any issues next weekend.”
“I love you too!” she replied, kissing him. “And I’m gonna hold you to that!” She added with a giggle.
“That interview got me so fucking wet!” She continued, and reached for the laptop. Opening a window, she typed for a moment, and then the screen was filled with TJ and Liz. Rachel sighed with pleasure and selected “play” before lying back into the sofa. She grabbed Brandon’s tie as she relaxed back, pulling him between her thighs.
“You know what to do, baby,” she whispered.
Brandon obeyed.
To Be Continued…?
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