Drama School Rehearsals
Exhibitionist & Voyeur Story

Drama School Rehearsals

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Mark slammed the door to his dressing room shut and locked it behind him. He wanted to be a reliable, skilled actor but had allowed his desires for Amelia to disrupt what had otherwise been a professional rehearsal season. But between how Amelia looked, her skin glistening in the stage lights, and the words of Charlotte in his ear while her hand ran down his trousers, he could not help but give in.

He knew his first step to regaining his composure would have to be relieving himself now so he sat on his chair and finally freed his cock from its denim prison. While not as hard as it was at the peak of his excitement earlier, it still looked larger than he had remembered seeing it before and his lust for Amelia was still clear. Even the still air of the dressing room felt like a thousand small fingers caressing him.

Taking his cock into his hand gently it felt powerful, and he could think of nothing else but driving it deep into Amelia's pussy, fantasising about taking her from behind on his dressing room desk while Charlotte watched on with delight. He stopped himself short however, the actor in him suggesting this is not what his character would do.

It was true. What chance would Mark have of acting as if he had no interest in Amelia if he was spending his time off stage masturbating to fantasies of drilling her on the stage in front of a packed theatre, of feeling his cock squeeze between the cheeks of her ass, of feeling her lips slowly glide up his shaft. He needed to cum, desperately so, but it couldn't be to Amelia.

Mark had many attractive co-stars in his acting class, many all working on their own productions. Sometimes they would come to watch his rehearsals, so there was every possibility some of these other beauties had just seen what had occurred on stage. Mark whipped out his phone and turned to the instagram of his first crush he had when he first started at drama school, Emma.

Emma and Mark hooked up a few times in the early days of drama school. Yet, despite their passionate encounters, Mark, always the dedicated professional, chose to pull away before they could fully know each other. He, for whatever reason, it felt ridiculous now looking back, decided it was better for the class if they broke things off before they could get really started. The deep attraction Mark had for her however never truly died.

As he scrolled through her Instagram photos, one hand on his phone and one on his cock stroking up and down, Mark reveled in photo after photo of Emma. He'd twitch as he saw shots of her face, porcelain skin with a small upturned nose and gorgeous dark silken hair tumbling down either side. Her emerald eyes looking longingly while her tongue just poked out from her full pink lips, as if she was begging Mark to cum on her face.

"Don't cum for Amelia", he heard Emma's voice whisper in his fantasy, "she doesn't need it like I do."

He scrolled and found a shot of Emma lying down on the grass, the angle letting the camera see right down her dress to reveal her huge breasts nestled in the traces of black laced bra. Emma had curves in all the right places that begged for exploration.

Mark let out a gentle solitary moan as he imagined her breasts wrapping themselves around his cock. Softly but firmly bouncing up and down to desperately bring him to the edge.

"That's it", he heard her say once again in his head, "shower me with your hot load Mark".

Mark could feel himself getting closer to the release he had been waiting for when he heard a polite knock at the door.

"Mark?" quizzed the sweet, nervous voice outside.

It was Becky, yet another classmate of Mark's. He had no clue what she wanted, she wasn't in this play after all. But he knew he couldn't ignore her as the knock had jolted him so much he had knocked his leg loudly on the changing room table. With resignation he tucked his cock back into his trousers, gave himself a quick look over in the mirror and talked himself down so his cock wouldn't be hard enough to be noticed. At the very least, not to the extent it had been when he was on stage a moment ago.

He opened the door ever so slightly ajar to reveal her. Becky was petite and barely over five feet tall. She was one of the few blondes Mark knew in the whole school. He had always found her sweet but not necessarily his type, but there was a particular plumpness to her ass that made it look inviting. She had clearly just come from rehearsals of her own as she was wearing leggings and a tank top, with the sweat of rehearsals running down into her modest cleavage.

"Thanks Mark!" she squeaked nervously, "can I come in?"

Mark obliged, and let her in. She crossed her arms over her chest, and began to pace back and forth nervously.

"Are you okay Becky?" Mark asked, unsure where this was going.

"I'm okay," she said, her legs now subtly crossing and uncrossing alongside her speech, "I have a weird one for you. I'm hoping you can help."

"Of course," Mark replied.

Becky paced again, occasionally stopping and crossing her legs. She looked desperate for a bathroom. Mark wondered why she had bothered coming here first.

"Mark," Becky began, "I know this is unconventional, but the director on my show needs me to truly understand embarrassment to tap into our characters. She said I should find someone I respect, someone I trust, and jeopardise that relationship through the ultimate embarrassment."

"What does that mean?" Mark asked.

"I wasn't sure either", Becky said, her pacing and speech becoming all the more erratic, "but then I heard what Amelia said to you onstage."

Mark's cheeks flushed. If Becky saw Amelia's reaction to him earlier does that mean she also saw what he got up to in the wings?

"It sounded harsh, but it did give me an idea of what is truly embarrassing," Becky paused, took a deep breath before announcing pointedly, "I need to wet myself in front of you."

"Excuse me?" Mark almost coughed from the shock.

"Please just sit down and watch me do this," Becky demanded, pushing Mark down into his seat, "I don't respect anyone more than you, it has to be you for this to work."

Mark silently agreed and sat and watched Becky begin to squirm more and more. Even though she wanted this, a lifetime of avoiding moments like these still meant her body tried to fight it. Something about watching Becky cross her legs back and forth, seeing her bend over while holding onto her crotch, started to excite Mark again.

He wasn't sure why, maybe it was the embarrassment in the air, maybe it was the level of respect she clearly had for him, or maybe it was the sounds of her whimpers as she pushed out her ass more and more with each cross of her leg. Mark once again began to get hard in his pants.

She started bouncing from side at an even rapid pace and her whimpers were replaced by full on moans as she desperately did all she could to hold on until the bitter end. Mark's cock grew more and more pronounced, with Becky thankfully distracted by her own predicament. She got louder and more erratic with her movements, squatting with both hands firmly planted on her crotch as her ass stuck out all the more. It now looked as if she didn't want this, but for Mark this just made her look all the more attractive.

"Actually Mark I..." she stopped in her tracks. Suddenly, her body betrayed her. Becky's eyes widened in surprise as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Her legs stiffened as her belly tensed involuntarily. She straightened up and covered her face with her hands as a subtle trickle of warmth began to flow down the front and the side of her legs, soaking into the fabric of her leggings. Mark could clearly see the embarrassment on her face, but the way she moaned as she finally gave in to the release had Mark convinced on some level she enjoyed it.

She turned around to inspect herself while also presenting her now drenched ass to Mark, who found himself almost as hard as he was back on stage with Amelia. Her eyes focused on the area where the warmth had spread, and her small lips parted slightly in, what looked like to Mark, a mixture of fascination and arousal.

Mark tried to keep his composure, unsure of Becky's feelings about what was happening to her, but found himself desperately fantasising about simply grabbing Becky and bringing her down onto his lap to make out, just so he could feel her now drenched leggings grind against his cock practically begging to be let free once again.

Becky's fingers tentatively traced the contours of the damp patch on her leggings. She felt the warmth beneath her touch, and Mark swore he could see a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. At this point Mark couldn't take this any longer, he needed to act on these growing urges inside him. He stepped up slowly and approached her from behind.

"Don't just watch Mark," Becky said, beckoning him closer, "touch me".

Mark wrapped his arms around Becky from behind gently, pulling her into him so he could feel her wet ass pressing against his near rock hard cock hidden under his trousers. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out to trace the dampened outline on her leggings. They both looked into the dressing room mirror for a moment, locking eyes with one another, where Mark saw a mix of anticipation and desire in her gaze.

As Mark's fingers made contact with the moisture of her leggings, he noticed a shiver run down Becky's spine. She exhaled softly as her body responded to his touch. His hands rested gently on her hips as she leant back, giving Mark access to her dampened attire while she nestled her wet bosom even more in Mark's crotch.

"Becky, this is..." Mark began.

"Incredible," interrupted Becky, "isn't it?"

As Mark's fingers moved over the damp fabric of Becky's leggings, his lips began to brush against her neck, sending yet another shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head to the side, granting him better access.

"Mark..." moaned Becky softly with desire.

Mark, driven by the intoxicating moment, continued to kiss and nibble on Becky's neck, his hands by this point had reached to her waistline, and he began to caress her pussy through her drenched leggings.

Becky's fingers gripped the edge of the dressing table, her knuckles white with tension. Mark was addicted to how her wet leggings felt against him, how the warmth of her neck felt against his lips, and how her breathing quickened as her body responded to his every touch.

Becky arched her back slightly, sending her sodden ass even further into Mark's crotch as a silent invitation. Mark let his lips continue their tender assault on her neck, moving with an increasing hunger. His hand hungrily played with her pussy through her leggings, with each soft moan of pleasure that came from Becky's lips driving him to toy with her faster and harder.

He couldn't take it anymore and had to set his cock free, which Becky rewarded by instantly driving her soaked ass into it as he dreamed of earlier. Becky's breaths were reduced to soft, uneven gasps, her desire clearly growing more insatiable by the second. Mark's touch, now charged with primal energy, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Their bodies pressed together as his hands explored her with an almost feverish urgency. She responded by grabbing onto his cock from behind her back and stroking him with a gentle backhand, all while continuing to guide it into and against her wet leggings.

"Oh Mark..." she moaned, "this is not what I had in mind for the exercise."

"Even with all this pleasure you feel", Mark breathed into her ear, "there is still plenty to be embarrassed about. You're depraved and I love it."

He buried his mouth once again into her Neck, as if he wanted to suck the very life force out of her, as she continued to double team his cock with her hand and her ass. For a moment Mark feared he had gone too far but then she replied through a gasp.

"Then punish me. Punish me for enjoying this Mark."

Without even a thought Mark released his lips from her neck and pushed her head gently down onto the dressing room table. Savouring the moment, he let his fingers, warm and eager, trace a tantalising path along the contours of Becky's ass. His touch was both gentle and possessive, kneading and caressing the dampened fabric of her leggings. He then took one solid step backwards, before swinging his hand to bring a slap on one of Becky's wet, inviting asscheeks. She shuddered in response, letting out a high pitched squeal of delight as she arched her ass even higher.

Mark spanked her again once more, revelling in the shriek she gave out as he did so. Again he spanked her. And again. She cried for more and Mark obliged. The power Mark felt over Becky was intoxicating, more than anything he had felt so far tonight. He smacked her over and over, watching her cheeks, glistening wet, bounce with each slap. His cock stood to attention ready to plunge right back into her and grind at a moment's notice.

"Mark, please... harder", she breathlessly pleaded, "I want to feel it all". Mark struck her harder letting out a small scream from Becky. Mark kept going, hypnotised by the way Becky's hips swayed to meet each of his impacts, her body fully surrendering to him.

Giving in, Mark stood her up and drew her close to him, guiding her ass against his cock as he tucked his hands into the waistband of her leggings. Her pussy felt deliciously wet, as it was clearly in more ways than one. Mark moved his fingers immediately to toy with Becky's clit.

"Oh my god", Becky gasped, eyes wide, "oh shit!"

After everything Mark and Becky had been through, it now had only taken the slightest touch of Becky's clit to make her cum. Mark could feel her squirt between his fingers as she let out one gigantic final exhale, shuddering in his arms. Her soaking ass shook against his crotch and Mark felt himself close too as he brought her close to him, holding her in his arms as she continued to shake with ecstasy.

"Oh my god", she managed to let out with nothing other than a breath, "that was amazing. Not what I had in mind but unbelievable all the same."

She sank an inch, indicating to Mark she wanted to be let free of his strong grasp. He relaxed and let her stand up and collect herself. Now examining her leggings, covered in the result of both her wetting and subsequent orgasm, she giggled.

"I'm sure there's moments from this I can pull from for my role", she laughed as she approached the door to Mark's dressing room, "but it doesn't matter when I'll never forget an experience like this."

She reached for the door handle. Mark wanted to reach for her in that moment, as he himself,after everything he had been through so far, still felt so desperate for release. But then he stopped and saw how she glowed with contentment in that moment. Mark's respect for Becky was high enough, and their experience together strong enough, that he was happy to let her go.

As the door shut behind her he gave one great sigh. Not the catharsis he would have wanted, but after all that he could not help but think that could only be achieved by Amelia. He had adored every moment of his time with Becky, but Amelia started this, and in Mark's mind, despite the wants of his character, he knew he could only satiate himself with her company.

Of course, in typical fashion, such a realisation could only be met with a challenge. As if timed by fate he heard another knock on his dressing room door. This time it was a new voice for this night, that of Emma's, simply asking

"Mark, can I borrow your phone?"

Mark had learnt enough this evening to know that things weren't going to be as simple as that.

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