Anything to be a Star - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Quick note: In the previous chapter, I made a mistake and wrote Sarah and Tom as a married couple. They are, in fact, boyfriend and girlfriend. I've corrected that in the previous chapter and in this one.

"Kiss your husband," Mark instructed.

Tom looked up at Sarah from his knees. His lips glistened with a mixture of her juices and the cum he'd just cleaned out of her pussy. She leaned forward, took his head in her hands, and kissed him softly.

Tom's lips parted and Sarah welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it, doing so gently and offering a soft moan to try and show - in some manner - just how deeply she appreciated his willingness to go along with Mark's demands.

"Is he hard?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Sarah replied as she looked between her boyfriend's legs and saw the erection their kiss had generated.

Mark ran his hands down the bare, smooth skin of her back and grasped her ass. "Do you think he enjoyed cleaning my cum out of your pussy?"

She studied Tom's face for a few moments and then shook her head. "No, I don't. I think he did it because he loves me. I don't think he enjoyed it, though."

Mark grasped Sarah's ass cheek and squeezed it possessively. She was surprised at how good it felt, but perhaps she shouldn't have been. After all, she'd given herself over to the events of the evening and had already enjoyed one orgasm with Mark's cock inside her. She was quite certain she'd enjoy several more before they went home on Sunday night. It seemed pointless to try and fight what the producer wanted, after all. If she was going to give herself to him for a weekend in exchange for the stardom she craved so desperately, she might as well enjoy herself.

"Are you prepared to show your love for your girlfriend over the course of the weekend, Tom?" Mark asked. "Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure that she gets to star in my movie?"

"Yes," Tom answered as he held Sarah's gaze. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"We'll see about that," Mark said.

Sarah looked back to see a decidedly dark-looking smile on Mark's face. She worried that he found just as much pleasure in degrading Tom as he did in fucking Sarah.

"Take your girlfriend inside," Mark instructed. "There's a guest suite on the second floor. The two of you can clean up in the bathroom. Take a shower. Take a little time to reconnect. No orgasm for Tom, though. When you're done, come and find me in the master bedroom."

Tom stood and helped Sarah to her feet. They gathered their clothes and she looked over her shoulder to see that same dark smile on Mark's face. She wondered what was going through his mind and if he already had the rest of their weekend planned or if he was improvising and pursuing whatever pleasure came to him in the moment.

"We can still go home," Sarah said softly as they neared the house. "We don't have to do this."

Tom opened the door and gestured for her to step inside. "I know," he said as Sarah stepped past him and into the producer's multi-million dollar home. "And we can absolutely go home if you want to, but I kind of feel like we should stick it out. I mean, the things we've already done...the things I've done...it just feels like it would be insane to give up now."

Sarah felt bad. She felt terrible, in fact. Tom hadn't put up a fight in the moment but it seemed clear that he was at least a little bit shaken over what he'd done that night.

"Tom, I'm so sorry," she said as she stopped a few steps short of the elegant marble staircase that would take them upstairs. "I don't...I shouldn't have pushed you."

Tom took her naked body in his arms and held her close. "You didn't push me. I went, Sarah. I went where Mark wanted me to go and I went there freely. I did. You didn't pressure me at all. It's one weekend. One weekend and the rest of our lives are set up. Every actress in town would have done what you did. None of them would admit it, but they'd all have done it."

Sarah stepped back and reached up to caress his face. "I don't think their boyfriends and husbands would have done what you've done tonight, Tom."

She never imagined feeling a deep love for her boyfriend because he'd placed another man's cock inside her and cleaned that man's cum out of her pussy, and yet that's precisely what Sarah felt in that moment.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to thank you for what you did tonight and what you'll do over the rest of the weekend, but I'm so grateful, Tom. I really am," she said.

They kissed and she felt his cock grow stiff once more as their tongues entwined. The fact that he could get aroused with such ease helped assuage her guilt at what had unfolded over the course of the evening, for it seemed to Sarah that he would have struggled to get hard if he was grappling with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment at what he'd done.

"Let's find that shower," Tom said with a smile.

He took her hand and they headed upstairs. It proved a bit difficult to find the guest suite Mark had mentioned - the house was huge - but eventually they stepped into an undeniably expansive, elegant, beautifully-furnished bedroom with a massive bathroom, a walk in closet, and a spacious balcony with a breathtaking view of Los Angeles.

They set their clothes on the bed and stepped into a shower that was clearly built for multiple people to enjoy at the same time. It featured four different shower heads, a bench on each side, and enough room for half a dozen people to comfortably fit.

Sarah soaped up her hands, turned to her boyfriend, and said, "Let me wash you."

Tom turned around and Sarah ran her hands over his neck and shoulders, rubbing them slowly and deeply to try and wash away the tension she felt in his muscles. She moved her fingers down his back, working any tightness she found and soaping him up along the way.

"I know I keep saying this, but we really can just go home. Even now," she said.

Tom turned around and took her in his arms. He pulled Sarah close and their lips met for a long, slow kiss. His cock grew as their tongues mingled and Sarah took it as a sign that he wasn't thinking about going home.

"Let me wash you," he said.

Tom soaped up his hands and spun Sarah around. He washed her back, her ass - and between her cheeks - and down her legs before standing and turning her around. They kissed as he took her breasts in his soapy hands and worked them in a manner that sent delightful waves of pleasure through her legs.

"Did you really cum when you were riding him?" Tom asked.

Sarah looked up at him as his fingers moved down her stomach and between her legs. He found her clit and she bit her lower lip, held his gaze for a few moments, and nodded before a moan escaped her lips.

Tom's face was expressionless, making it impossible to know if he was bothered by the fact that she'd climaxed while riding Mark's cock. He was still hard, though, so he couldn't have been too troubled.

"Did you...did you like it?" he asked.

Sarah wasn't entirely sure how to answer that. Part of her hated that she'd gone along with Mark's demands, that she'd given him her body in exchange for a part. She'd enjoyed the sex, though. His cock had felt exceptionally good, as had the orgasm it provided.

"Yes...and no," she answered. "I know that's probably not helpful, but it's the truth. It's really...I mean, it's kind of awful that he's making us do this, and yet..."

"And yet you enjoyed having sex with him, or at least the orgasm you had," Tom finished her thought.

Sarah nodded and Tom sank to his knees. He soaped up his hands and ran them up and down her legs, doing so in a manner that seemed purposefully erotic, particularly when he neared her upper thighs.

Tom looked up at her and Sarah reached down and caressed his face. He leaned closer and she put a hand on the back of his head. She couldn't help but want to draw him towards her pussy, and when he extended his tongue and licked her clit Sarah felt a warm sort of pleasure spread through her loins.

"That feels good, baby," she said. "Just like it felt good...just like it felt good when you licked my pussy after Mark fucked me."

Sarah wasn't sure Tom would want to hear that - she hoped he would, as she didn't want him to feel any shame about what he'd done - but the way his eyes lit up made it seem as though he enjoyed hearing it.

Tom ran his hands up the backs of her thighs and slipped his tongue into her pussy as he held her gaze. Sarah was surprised to feel a deep connection with him in that moment, as if his willingness to once again go down on her - this time without being ordered to by Mark - was Tom silently expressing that he was truly on board with whatever they had to do over the course of the weekend.

Sarah expected he'd give her an orgasm - it certainly felt good and she would have enjoyed cumming - but instead Tom stood up and kissed her again. It was a soft, tender, downright romantic kiss and she enjoyed how stiff his cock felt as it pressed into her pubic bone.

"I love you, Sarah," he said. "No matter what happens over the next few days, I love you."

"I love you too, Tom," she replied.

They share a long, lingering kiss and then Tom turned off the water. They dried off, Sarah quickly touched up her hair and makeup using the surprising collection of supplies in the bathroom, and then they made their way to the master suite.

"Come in," Mark called out from the bedroom after a gentle knock.

Sarah took a deep breath, twisted the handle of the ornate door, and stepped into an expansive and beautiful bedroom. There were two balconies and the door to each was open. Mark stood on one without a stitch of clothing on his body. His cock was flaccid but still impressively long and thick and he held a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Come, Sarah," Mark said as he extended a hand.

Sarah glanced at Tom, smiled, and walked towards the producer that held the future of her career in his hand. As she stepped onto the balcony, Mark took her hand and pulled Sarah close. She looked up at him and he smiled before leaning over. Their lips met for a kiss and when he offered his tongue she opened her mouth and took it. Though it wasn't her first instinct, Sarah offered a soft moan as she remembered that it was her job to put on a performance, to ensure that Mark felt as though she enjoyed every moment she got to spend with him.

To that end, Sarah let her hand drift down his chest and stomach and between his legs. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it slowly as they kissed and she was impressed when he grew to an erect state in almost no time. Despite his recent orgasm, Mark was virile enough to be ready - and eager - to have her again. Sarah moaned once more, only this time she wasn't acting. This time it was a lot closer to an involuntary moan as a sudden rush of arousal moved through her body at the idea of feeling him inside her again.

"Did you miss me?" Mark asked.

"I guess I did," she replied. "At least...well, at least my pussy missed you."

Mark smiled and ran his fingers down Sarah's back before possessively grasping her naked ass. He turned his gaze towards Tom and Sarah followed. She saw her boyfriend standing in the middle of the spacious bedroom with a half hard cock and a mildly jealous look on his face.

"Come here, Tom," Mark instructed.

Tom hesitated for a moment before propelling himself towards them. He stopped in the doorway to the balcony and turned his gaze to the sight of Sarah's hand moving up and down Mark's stiff shaft.

"How did you feel when she came on my cock?" Mark asked.

Before Tom could say a word, Sarah moaned as Mark slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with a third. Without even thinking about it, she stroked his cock a little faster.

"Jealous," Tom answered.

"Jealous that I was fucking your girlfriend, or jealous that I was fucking her with a far bigger cock than yours? Or, I suppose, jealous that she seemed to be enjoying it so much?" Mark asked.

Tom stared between Sarah's legs - at the sight of another man pleasuring her - and said, "All of it. All of it made me jealous. Though when she came that was the most difficult to watch."

Mark chuckled. "She enjoyed herself on my cock, didn't she, Tom? Your beautiful girlfriend enjoyed cumming on my big cock, didn't she?"

Tom seemed just a touch embarrassed - at least as far as Sarah could tell - as he nodded.

Mark smiled and pulled his fingers from Sarah's pussy. He held them aloft for a few moments and then turned and placed them against her lower lip. She looked at him and took his slippery fingers in her mouth.

"Look at your boyfriend," Mark instructed.

Sarah turned her gaze to Tom while she sucked on the producer's fingers like she was giving a blowjob. She was putting on a performance. She was being the girl Mark wanted her to be in that moment, but she wasn't disgusted by it. She was, in fact, a little bit turned on.

"What are you going to do when your girlfriend becomes one of the biggest movie stars in the world, Tom?" Mark asked.

Tom looked confused. "I...I don't know what you mean."

Mark's fingers moved in and out of Sarah's mouth and she sucked dutifully, doing so because she wanted to put on a good performance for the producer.

"Everyone's going to want her, Tom," Mark explained. "Every man in the world is going to want your girlfriend. Men that most women would kill to fuck. Those men are going to want your girlfriend. They're going to flirt with her. They're going to woo her. They're going to do whatever they can to fuck her. Do you really think she'll be able to resist? Do you really think she'll be so dedicated to her boyfriend - and that unimpressive dick of yours - when the most eligible men in the world are trying to fuck her?"

"I...I don't know," Tom answered.

It was heartbreaking to hear, and yet Sarah couldn't blame Tom for feeling that way. After all, another man had just fucked her, and Mark was nowhere near as impressive as some of the men in Hollywood.

"I think you'll enjoy it," Mark said. "I think some part of you will love that your girlfriend - and perhaps some day your wife - is off shooting a movie with one of the most famous men in the world. I think you'll enjoy thinking about her getting fucked by a movie star in his trailer, or offering this incredible mouth of hers to his big cock before he invites her to sit on it and take him for a ride so she can cum like she needs to cum, like she deserves to cum."

Mark pulled his fingers from Sarah's mouth and she wanted to tell him to leave Tom alone, to stop taunting him. She didn't say a word, though, mostly because she could tell that the producer was enjoying himself, that taunting Tom seemed to be a part Mark's enjoyment.

"I want you to sit, Tom," Mark instructed. "I want you to sit and lean against the balcony railing."

Tom stepped out onto the balcony, turned around, and sat so he could lean against the railing. Sarah looked down at her boyfriend as she wondered what Mark had in store for them.

"Now step in front of your boyfriend, grab the railing, and bend over for me," Mark said to her.

Sarah knew what was coming next. She knew she was about to get fucked from behind. She stepped in front of Tom, looked down him, and then grabbed the railing and stuck her ass out. Tom looked up at her and smiled as he mouthed 'I love you.' Sarah offered a smile in return and felt Mark's hand moving over her ass.

"Do you have a nice view of your girlfriend's pussy from there, Tom?" Mark asked.

"I do," he answered.

Mark rubbed the head of his cock over Sarah's pussy lips and she moaned. She pushed her hips back, too. It was partly a performance and partly her surprising, innate desire to feel him inside her again. Sarah couldn't believe how badly her body seemed to want Mark, a man who was being disgusting and abusive in so many ways.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sarah?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she replied. "Please, Mark, fuck me."

"And do you want me to fuck your girlfriend, Tom?" Mark asked.

"Yes, please, fuck her," Tom replied.

Sarah looked down to see her boyfriend staring at her pussy, or at the cock head that was moving all over her plump, slippery pussy lips. He seemed enamored with the sight of it, perhaps betraying that he too felt an uncommon desire for Mark to fuck her.

The cock slid into her pussy from behind. It reached even deeper inside her than when she'd been on top. It filled her with ease, too, as she was even wetter than she'd thought.

"How does it look, Tom?" Mark asked as he grabbed Sarah's hips.

"It's...it looks...it's hot," Tom answered.

Mark chuckled. "I want you to rub her clit while I fuck her, Tom. Help your girlfriend have the kind of orgasm she deserves while I fuck her tight pussy."

Sarah watched Tom reach up and do as instructed. He offered no resistance and he looked as though he relished the chance to play with her clit. He was being supportive, in a way, because the extra stimulation would no doubt make the sex feel even better.

Mark fucked her hard and fast from the go. He showed no interest in taking his time or extending the sex. He was using her. Plain and simple. She was naked and bent over on his balcony - with an exquisite view of Los Angeles - and he was fucking her doggystyle while no doubt basking in the very real power - the power that had convinced Sarah to give herself to him for the weekend - that he'd exerted and was thoroughly enjoying.

"God damn you have a tight pussy," Mark said. "It won't be so tight after this weekend is over, but I'll be damned if I have ever fucked a pussy that feels tighter and better than yours."

Sarah was stunned to feel a touch of pride and a little bit of lusty joy. She shouldn't have cared that Mark enjoyed her pussy, that it brought him pleasure, that it might have been a better pussy than the dozens of actresses he'd no doubt fucked over the course of his career.

"Your cock feels so good inside me," Sarah said. Every word of it was true. "Fuck me harder, Mark. Fuck me harder!"

Mark delivered, much to Sarah's delight. He fucked her harder and faster, too. He pounded her pussy while Tom rubbed her clit, sending beautiful shockwaves of pleasure through her body and hastening the arrival of another orgasm.

"Do you want my cum inside you?" Mark asked.

Sarah felt an unexpected thrill at the question. Yes, she wanted his cum inside her. In fact, she was suddenly quite desperate for it, like having him unload in her pussy was of vital importance to her pleasure.

"Yes, please, Mark, cum inside me! I want your cum inside me! I need it!" she cried out.

Sarah couldn't bear to look at Tom as she uttered those words. She was putting on a performance, but she knew that a part of her actually meant what she'd said.

She gripped the railing tighter as her legs began to tremble from the strength of the orgasm building inside her. She unleashed a series of wild, beautiful moans before closing her eyes, looking skywards, and screaming in pleasure as she climaxed.

Mark buried his dick inside her and his grunts and groans joined her screams as he unloaded in her pussy for the second time that night. The moment it happened Sarah's orgasm found a second life and another wave of pleasure moved through her. In the moment she both loved and hated that she'd cum a little bit harder knowing that Mark was pumping thick ropes of semen inside her.

"Was that good?" Mark asked between heavy breaths.

"It was great. It was...honestly, it was fucking great," she answered.

He leaned forward and kissed her upper back and neck while cupping her breasts. "When I pull out, I want you to feed my load to Tom. When you're done, send him to the guest bedroom and join me in bed. We'll be spending the night together."

Sarah turned her head and Mark's lips met hers for a remarkably deep kiss that she felt no urge to pull away from. The moment it was over he pulled out and walked away.

Sarah looked down at her husband - who'd heard everything Mark had said - and he scooted forward a little, looked up at her, and opened his mouth.

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Tom."

"I love you, Sarah."

She stepped forward, put a hand on the back of his head to guide his mouth between her legs, and fed him another man's load just like she'd been instructed to do.

When it was over, Sarah helped Tom to his feet, kissed him softly, and told him to go to the guest room. She watched him leave Mark's bedroom before stepping off the balcony and turning towards the producer. He pulled the sheets back and invited her into his bed. Sarah took a deep breath, strode towards him with a gentle sway in her hips, and crawled into the bed. She cuddled up with the man that had already fucked her twice that night, kissed his neck, and closed her eyes.

Sleep would come quickly, but Sarah felt almost certain that Mark wouldn't let her get through the night without extracting some sort of pleasure from her. She was committed, though. She'd do whatever it took to get the part.