Opening Night: Isabella Hart.
The dimly lit bedroom was a world away from the bright lights and applause of Broadway, yet Isabella found herself preferring to be right here and doing what she was doing, which was sucking this old guy's cock instead of being at the opening of her acting debut.
Isabella took his cock in her mouth, sliding her lips down until the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but continued to take him deeper, her lips puckered around him. Her long, wavy, chestnut hair held up over her head by his calloused old hands.
Less than two hours ago she had been preparing for her debut bow in the new show, and then she had met this old guy who simply suggested she follow him to his home.
The old man groaned, "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" he rasped. "Sucking cock instead of being at your big debut tonight?"
Isabella did not stop, even as she questioned why she was missing the night that was set to make her a star, the old guy's suggestions making her re-evaluate everything.
On her knees in front of a man old enough to be her grandfather, his dick filling her mouth, and she couldn't deny that she was loving it. She was no stranger to sex appeal; she knew she made men think with their dicks. She was fully aware she had benefitted from it in the lead-up to her fledgling career, but she had always remained decent and made sure her boyfriends were all upstanding guys.
She looked up at him, her eyes watering and showing she was appreciative. She knew her mascara was running; it had to be with all her joyful tears.
He chuckled as his right wrist twisted and his fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her closer. "You're a natural, Isabella. A fucking natural cocksucker."
Isabella moaned around him, her mouth responding to his compliment. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, how much she enjoyed the taste, the feeling, the sensation.
She had never enjoyed oral; she had done it a handful of times and with only two past boyfriends; neither one had complimented her like this before.
She had always thought it was kind of gross, but with him, now, it was different.
She wanted to please him in every way possible. As she sucked him deep, her fingers traced up his thighs, exploring the coarse hair that covered them. Her touch was tentative at first, but when she felt him shiver, she grew bolder. Her fingers reached his ass, and she gently circled the puckered hole, feeling him tense in response.
He groaned, "Fuck, yeah, that's it. You dirty girl."
Isabella's mouth slipped off his cock with a pop, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Really?" she asked, her voice breathless. "You like that?"
He nodded, his eyes dark with lust.
"Do you want me to lick it?" Isabelle asked him; she pretended to pout as she did.
"My ass?"
"You want me to lick your asshole?"
The old man chuckled. "Yeah, baby. Your thespian tongue in my asshole."
Isabella hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. She was, after all, why the hell not? She grinned, a wicked, naughty grin. "No problem at all, scooch back," she said, her voice sultry.
She helped him to lie back on the bed, his hands gripping the back of his knees for support. She pushed him gently until he was flat on his back, then she moved down to the end of the bed. She grasped his ankles and raised his legs, holding them up and spreading his thighs wide. She could see the thick tufts of grey hair on his inner thighs and the darker, coarser hair around his ass. She spread his cheeks with her hands as the old guy pulled his legs up to his portly tummy, revealing the tight, puckered hole nestled between them.
"Oh, fuck," the old man muttered, his voice raw with desire. "I never thought I'd see this when I took the gig. Your pretty face at my ass."
Isabella grinned up at him, having no idea what he was talking about and already ignoring it as the excitement of the task in front of her took over. She could see the puckered ring of his asshole, and she felt a thrill go through her.
She flicked her cascading brown locks over her shoulder and leaned in, her breath hot on his skin. She pressed a soft kiss to his hole, and he twitched in response. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious.
"Go on, baby," he urged, his voice thick with lust. "Lick it."
Isabella took a deep breath through her nose, savouring the smell before leaning in with her tongue outstretched. She licked his asshole, slowly, exploring the texture and the taste. It was earthy, musky, and she found that she liked it, really liked it.
She swirled her tongue around the puckered hole, feeling it contract and relax under her touch. Isabella let her saliva drip from her tongue and onto his rim.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he breathed. "That's it, baby. Eat my ass. You're a fucking natural at this too."
Isabella blushed, despite herself. She had never thought she'd enjoy something like this, but here feeling a surge of power, a sense of control. She had him under her spell, and she knew it.
She parted her lips and planted an open-mouthed kiss on him; she began to use her hands to stretch his bum cheeks further apart, ensuring she had maximum access to his body. Her fingers dug into his fleshy buttocks, opening him up for her eager tongue. She circled his hole with the tip of her tongue, then plunged it inside, feeling his muscles clench around her. She heard him gasp, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his.
"You're driving me wild, baby," he complimented.
She smiled, feeling a thrill of victory at his words.
She withdrew her tongue, only to replace it with a finger. She circled his hole again, coating it in saliva, before gently pressing inside.
He tensed, his breath hitching, but she didn't stop. She pushed her finger in deeper, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way. He let out a low moan, his head falling back against the pillow.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "You're fucking incredible."
Isabella felt a surge of pride, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't just pleasing him; she was making him feel things he hadn't felt before. She wiggled her finger, exploring his tight passage, feeling him squirm beneath her touch.
As her finger explored, she lowered her head, her lips seeking out his balls. She took one in her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. She alternated between sucking and licking.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Keep going, baby. Don't stop."
She increased the pace of her finger, the back of her hand slapping against her chin and his balls with each push. She took both balls into her mouth, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing. She felt his body tremble, his balls pulling up tight against his body. She knew he was close; she wanted to push him over the edge, but not yet, not so soon.
Not before she had him inside her, not before she had felt his dick inside her cunt, she craved it; she needed it. She wanted to cum with him inside her; she needed him to fill her up. She withdrew her finger abruptly, and his groan of protest was music to her ears. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving with her ragged breaths.
"Not yet," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I want you inside me."
The old man dropped his legs onto the bed, his large barrel chest rising and falling as he panted for breath.
"What are you waiting for, girl?" He rasped, reaching for her. "Come here and finish what you started. "I'm too old to fuck you, so you need to fuck me," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire.
Isabella, still clad in her black silk pants, matching bra, and heels, climbed up and straddled him, her long legs on either side of his chubby waist. She ground herself against him, feeling his stiff cock rub over her. She looked down at him, her green eyes smouldering with lust. She reached below herself, tugging her pants to the side just enough to expose her wet pussy. She grabbed his cock, feeling its slick head, and guided it to her entrance.
Without a moment's hesitation, she lowered herself onto him, gasping as his stubby cock filled her. She had never gone bareback before, but with him, in this moment, she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but this, about him, about the way he felt inside her, and she didn't want to ask or wait for protection.
She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. Isabella let her pants go as his stubby cock entered her, with zero fear of not using protection for the first time ever. The sensation was raw and primal, and she relished it. She could feel the moisture of her arousal easing his way.
Her eyes widened at the novelty of it, her breath hitching as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation of a bare cock inside her; she wondered if all bare cocks felt the same or if this one was special. The old man's hands tightened on her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. He groaned, a guttural sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest.
"You're missing your opening night, sweetie." The old man groaned as Isabella began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, rhythmic circle. "You're a fantastic actress, Isabella. But you're a fucking fantastic fuck."
"I'm just happy you are not missing my opening as you fuck me," Isabella moaned, leaning forward to give him a sloppy, wet kiss.
"Fuck, baby, you taste like ass," he grunted, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Ride me. Fuck me good."
Isabella complied, her hips picking up pace, her body moving like a wave, sliding up and down his cock with increasing speed and force.
The sensation of him inside her, raw and uncovered, was exhilarating. The thought of anything but this moment, anything but the slick feel of his stubby cock inside her, seemed distant and unimportant, not that she had no protection, no birth control, or even a potential career worried her.
