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.