The Actress Is Fast Asleep

The Actress is fast asleep.

By: Allan Smithee

Authors Note: This story was originally rejected by Litoritica because you are not allowed to publish stories that involve non-consensual sex with public figures. I can't tell you who I had in mind when I wrote this, but you are free to fantasies about whatever actress you want.

"Ms. Actress?" I said in a raised voice. I didn't want to shout. I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to her room, and I didn't want her to get annoyed with me. I knocked on the door again.

"Ms. Actress," I said again getting a little louder, wrapping on her door again.

Still nothing.

I wondered what I could do. Her call time was in a few minutes, and She hadn't even woken up yet. She still needed to shower, get makeup, a whole production.

"Ms. Actress." I said a little louder. I hoped she was okay.

Static

"Brandon... Come in Brandon." The Director said.

I fumbled, reaching for my walkie-talkie.

"Uhm, hello, this, this is Brandon." I said shaking my head.

Static

"What's taking so long, were burning money."

Static

"I, um, I knocked on the door, a lot already, and I called her name. I, I don't want to wake up the whole hotel." I said.

Static

The director sighs loudly. I really didn't want to get fired.

"Brandon, you have a key card, open her door, and get her ass down here now."

Static

"Okay, but shouldn't I wait to wake her up, or maybe get one of the girls to do it."

Static

"Open, the door now, wake her ass up! Do it. You're her personal assistant, this is your job!" He shouted.

"Yes, yes sir, I'll have her down ASAP."

No response.

I clicked the walkie talkie back on my belt.

I was sweating. I can't imagine just going into a girl's rooms, let alone a movie star. I had spent 2 years as a PA (production assistant) and finally got promoted to The Actresss personal assistant, it came with an $90 dollar a day raise, and I got to hang out with her.

I knocked on the door heavily again. I collected myself and scanned the room key.

I slowly opened the door.

"Ms. Actress." I said knocking as I opened the door.

I didn't know what I expected, but I was shocked when I saw her, well, I heard her first, snoring like a sailor. Her suite smelt of booze. This was a low budget production, no penthouses or mansion rentals for her. 4-day shoot, a private suite in a 5-star hotel and a first-class plane ticket was what she got. That and the better part of a million dollars, I still had to share a room with another PA and eat me $15 dollar per diem lunch, plus whatever is left over at craft services.

The living room of the suit was messy, clothes scattered everywhere. Bottles of beer and wine were on the table, a half full bottle spilling on the floor, housekeeper was going to be pissed. I paused; out of the corner of my eye I spotted a prize. Hanging off the sink, a wrinkled pair of pink panties, standard cut. I peered to the side, listening intently, my heart racing. The Actress snores rung through the room. I slipped into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I picked them up, they were worn all right. I was alone in the beautiful bathroom, but I still looked around me before taking a big whiff of the crotch. It smelled like heaven, better than my stepsisters or my friend's mom's. I instinctively started to rub my crotch.

Static.

"Brandon, where the hell are you, give me a statues update, where's Jen?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"I am waking her, up, she's, she's up she is getting ready." I said. I flipped on the sink in a panic.

"Quit jerking off and get her down here."

I felt like I was being watched.

"Yes, yes sir, I will do that." I said meekly.

I turned down the radio. I hoped I hadn't woken her up. I didn't want her asking questions like, where are my panties, why is your cock hard, why are you in my bathroom?

I stuck the panties in my underwear. It would lose the smell, but I couldn't risk getting spotted with them in my pocket. I quietly opened the bathroom, peered into the living room, I half expected The Actress to be standing there with a bat, but I heard her rhythmic snoring. I stepped quietly to the bedroom door. It was cracked open, I knocked on her bedroom door again. Nothing. The door slowly opened as I knocked, revealing her, in her all her glory. Her fat ass propped up on a bunched-up blanket, her plump lips opened slightly, drool hanging out the side of her mouth. I could just make out her pussy with public fuzz just starting to grow. No male guest with her. One handful tit hanging out.

My mouth was dry, my stomach in knots and my heart was racing. I wasn't supposed to see her like this, and I wasn't supposed to be this hard, I was her errand boy. Her body wasn't for me, it was for rich hunks, and magazine covers. I was rock hard. I swallowed or did my best too. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind of what I could do.

"Ms. Actress?" I said.

Half of me wanted her to wake up.

I got within her eyeline, or at least what would have been her eyeline if she hadn't passed out.

I covered my eyes as I tried to speak to her, trying to wake her up. It felt like stepping over the line but she needed to wake up. I thought of my defense as I shook her naked shoulder making her breasts jiggle. I needed to wake her up, she knew I had to wake her up, it's her fault she passed out naked. I was trying to build up my excuse.

I almost fainted when she groaned, still asleep and rolled over. Lying, spread like a starfish. Giving me a perfect view. My 5-inches stretched to its full length. I could feel a wet spot forming in my underpants. I wanted to cover her up, or at least I knew it was right, but she was laying on the sheet. I walked up closer to her, I was only a half-foot away from penetrating her perfect pussy, I had been fantasizing about her since the winters bone.

I turned off my walkie-talkie, I didn't want to be interrupted. I had already closed the door. Her shoulders were too far away to shake. I touched her hip shaking her gently.

"Ms. Actress?" I whispered. Hoping she wouldn't wake up.

I slid my hand up her waist until I cupped her perfect C-cup breast. I was close to penetrating her. I squeezed her other breast, as gently as I could, I wanted to be harsher with her, rough with her, but I knew my life would be over she caught me. I couldn't talk her out of it. I squeezed her soft pale breasts with both hands, I watched her face intently, but when my hard cock rubbed against her pubic mound, I let out an instinctive groan and closed me eyes. I lowered my face down and sucked her thick nipples. They felt like heaven in my mouth. I rubbed myself through my shorts.

She still slept, but her loud snoring was replaced with quiet moans of pleasure.

"Oh god, please don't wake up." I said to myself.

I reached down to her hand and held it as I squeezed her breast, it felt so intimate and close. I let go of her hand and rubbed her small, well-pedicured foot and toes as I rubbed myself through my shorts. Only a couple of minutes passed, and I was so close, too close. I stopped myself, still in a frenzy of lust, I pulled down my shorts, I gentle took her hand, a squeezed her fingers around my cock. I held her breast, gently squeezing it, as I used her hand to stoke myself.

After a few moments I couldn't breathe, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I shot a thick rope across her stomach and breasts. A small puddle fell on her lips. I nearly collapsed The Actress was fast asleep. I had a moment to rest. I hadn't cum that hard in my life, I was less of a virgin then I was a few minutes ago, but still, most of one. Once the orgasm past, I padded myself until I found some tissues and I wiped the cum shot up, proud of my work. I desperately wanted to do more, I especially wanted to get photos but we had to turn in our phones to avoid leaks, and I supposed nude photos of sleeping celebrities covered in your cum. I stuffed my cum covered tissue into my pocket I needed to get her awake and downstairs.

I shook her, gently slapped her cheek and called out her name, but still, she did not wake. I knew I should splash water on her or call the director back but still, she did not wake. I squeezed her lips making her lips pucker. I got on top of her, one knee on each side, there was no possible excuse for the position, but God I needed to cum. I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her, and slipping my tongue in her mouth. She didn't move in response, but I could feel the plumpness of her lips and the wetness of her tongue. I squeezed her breasts and tugged her nipples. I tried to hump her breasts, but they weren't large enough to titty fuck in this position. I shuffled up till I could rub my cock on her kissable lips. her lips start to glisten with my precum. Her mouth opened as she snored, and I could feel the warmth of her mouth, each time she breathed. I could feel the tip of her tongue. I leaned over her pressing myself into her mouth, rubbing the bottom of my cock against her tongue, till it touched my balls and she gagged. I lifted myself into a pushup position and humped her mouth. Her mouth was cooperating, I could feel her lips closing and her tongue moving. I pumped more furiously, I was out of shape, and weas getting tired already., but I couldn't last much longer. Each pump lead to a satisfying gag.

I could feel my pubes rubbing against her nose and mouth. Within a minute, I couldn't take it and spurted a thick layer of cum into her small, warm mouth. I was overstimulated and I had to pull out. I pulled out and rubbed my cock against her lips. I tried to catch my breath. I leaned over, smiling and kissed her pale cheek. She started to gag and cough. I jumped up trying to look normal, but she only rolled over and coughed up a watery mix of saliva and cum.

I pulled up my pants, I threw the sheet over her, pretending I was the gentleman, or that I found her this way, it had already been too long, and I needed to get her down stars desperately. In my post nut clarity, I suddenly realized the room smelled of cum. Again, I tried to wake her up shaking her and shouting her name, but still she only rolled over and snored, I knew that the director was going to send someone else up any moment but still she didn't want up. I kept trying to wake her, but it was futile. All my shaking did was jiggle her ass and draw my eyes to her tiny pussy. It could have been my imagination, but it looked like it was getting wet. I was hot, dehydrated and drained, but still my cock still hardened.

My hands lowered to her fat ass, and I squeezed it. A wave of please coming over me. I started rubbing my thumb on her hole. I leaned over and licked her ass and her pussy. Getting a big whiff of both before I did. I was in a haze as I pulled her ass towards me and stuck my dick inside of her warm tight vagina., I slid inside of her effortlessly The Actresss pussy squeezed me as I squeezed her ass.

I kept pumping, her body bouncing with each pump. Her snoring, broken apart with each pump. I was doing better than expected, I had already had 2 orgasms in less than 5 minutes, and I was actually able to hold out. But then the thoughts started to come.

I was having unprotected sex with The Actress, why if I came insider her, what if I got her pregnant, what if I fucked her ass? that last thought the one that pushed me over the edge, My cock was glistening form her juices, I pressed it against her ass and slipped in. It was tight but so satisfying, I couldn't get it all the way in, but still, within a few strokes I nutted in her cute little butthole. My cock was dead. My eyes were closed, and I was trying to catch my breath. This was the most intense experience of my life.

"Let me sleep 5 more minutes." Were the first words she spoke.

Jumped up in a panic. My voice was shaking, my whole body was shaking in shame and fear.

"MS... Ms. Actress. your late for work." I spoke.

"Oh fuck." She jumped up, she noticed she was nude.

"Oh fuck, sorry, shit, let me shower and I'll go downstairs." she said, wrapping herself in a sheet and running to the bathroom. I noticed the wet cum stains on the bed and tried to wipe them in.

I called it on the radio, and to my surprise the director didn't chew me out, he was just happy that it was done.

I was walking out of the hotel room. The Actress cracked the bathroom door.

"Hey you pervert." The Actress called out of the bathroom.

My heart sank, I was going to lose my job and go to jail.

"You stole my panties; do you know how much those cost? Throw them on my bed and go get me a coffee."

"Yes, Ms. Actress." I said as a wave of relief wash over me.