“There’s just one last part to the audition,” his eyes were on my chest where my shirt was clinging tightly to my breasts. I almost yawned, shocker, another director that wants his leading actress to sleep with him. “We’re going to go into that room,” he said, nodding his head to the only other door in the office that didn’t lead to the exit, “And in that room I expect to see you enjoying everything that happens, begging for it in fact.” I nodded, bored, his greasy black hair and dark eyes didn’t exactly do anything to turn me on, but at least he wasn’t fat and balding like the last guy.
All of my casualness left me when we walked into the room, and I gasped in shock at everything that was there. Not a room made for comfort the walls were bright red, angry red, shocking to the eye after the coolness of the cream and blue in the office; along the walls were lined whips, crops, chains, all sorts of things on shelves.
“Remember,” he purred in my ear as he stood behind me, hands slipping around my waist to begin pulling my shirt up over my large breasts, “You act like you love everything in here, I want to hear you begging for it... convince me you want nothing more than to be here and I’ll be convinced that you’re good enough for the part.”
A part of me wanted to run away out the door... but the money offered for the movie was too good, and it would be my first leading part as well.
So I faked it, “Oh yeah baby,” as I held my arms over my head so that he could slide my shirt off more easily, my breasts bounced slightly as they pulled free of my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra of course - it’s always easier to get parts with my nipples poking through my shirts - and he cupped my big boobs and squeezed hard, making me wince a little. I could smell his cheap cologne as he squeezed my boobs, pretending to moan as his hands rubbed my chest all over, I pressed my asscheeks back against his hard on. Dammit, I was going to get this part even if I had to act like a kinky slut to get it... I needed the money badly.
My eyes going over the room I could see that he had quite an elaborate set up, and I wondered how many other girls had been in here with this creep. His hands traveled away from my breasts, leaving them a little sore and pinkish, and down my slim stomach where he began pushing down my skirt, rolling my panties down with it. Groaning as his fingers ran over my smooth mound and my skirt and underwear hit the floor, I bent over slightly so that his dick could really grind between my ass cheeks.
“Come on,” he pushed me a little towards the center of the room where he strung my arms up over my head, putting my wrists into leather cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. I was up almost on my tiptoes as I hung there, my body stretched out and my breasts bobbling slightly as I tried to get in a comfortable position. As I wiggled a little, he strapped my ankles to a kind of bar, keeping my ankles about two feet apart, then he began to strip in front of me. Not an impressive body, but at least he kept himself fairly well in shape, just a hint of flab on his stomach and a little bit of pudge giving him slight love handles.
“Oh yeah baby,” I purred, trying not to look at his hard dick which was already leaking pre-cum. It was 7" long, not a bad length and thick enough, but I hate pubic hair and he didn’t look like he’d ever shaved or trimmed in his life. “Tie me up and fuck me hard.” He grinned at me as I said that, which I didn’t really understand, until he went over to the wall and grabbed a riding crop. My heart sank a little as I realized that he wanted to crop me before fucking me. This was going to hurt... act like you like it, I reminded myself.
The first stroke whistled through the air, hitting my back... the crop was so long that the end of it whipped around my body and biting pain hit my breast where it impacted on the soft flesh. I cried out in pain and shock, and then bit my lip before faking a passionate moan, “That’s hot baby, beat me, beat me please!”
His face was alight as if he actually believed what I was saying (which was all to the good as far as I was concerned), and his eyes glinted as he walked around me, strokes hitting across my stomach, back, breasts and ass. I began moving my hips as he hit me, biting my lip against the pain and pouting my mouth at him, I wriggled so that my breasts bobbled deliciously - easy targets which he took advantage of. But the strangest thing of all... as I moved and begged him to beat me, I really did start to get into it... it kinda started to feel good when the pain hit my body... and... and I realized I was starting to get wet.
