Petra's Audition

Petra was just stunning. She had come to the UK from Russia to train at a top drama school and after a couple of minor sitcom roles playing ‘a person of unspecific East European origin’ she landed a role as a Soviet spy in an HBO cold war drama seducing information out of senior military personnel, before being executed in the season finale. Despite her super sexy accent she had no trouble slipping into any English speaking dialect. Petra was slim, tallish with smallish breasts, one of the most celebrated butts on the planet and a face that could have launched many a perfume.

“Hello Mr Bigun. I know your work and I won’t waste your time. I want this role and then maybe I go to Hollywood. I am prepared to do anything.”
“OK. Normally I ask the questions but thank you for that clarity. So this should be a formality. I need you to strip off and masturbate on the couch for me.”
“You have good job, I think.” It was really cute the way she missed out articles even though I know she could speak perfect English, but it was sexy and she knew it. “But you far away. I masturbate on desk so you have excellent view.”

She kicked off her shoes, peeled down her jeans revealing a bright red thong. “Nothing should hide my ass”, and if had thrown a coin at it I fear it would have returned like a bullet. The T-shirt came off. “I have nipple rings but I take off for part”. She turned and bent over as she slowly pulled the thong down. “You like”. I nodded pointlessly as she could not have seen my face.

She turned around and threw all the paperwork and various bangles off my desk and I just managed to grab my tablet as she mounted it doing the splits. “I was ballet dancer in Russia” and she stuck her fingers underneath her pussy. “I’m so wet for you, taste me” as she proffered a couple of fingers. Jesus Fuck, this girl could have been the biggest porn star of all time, a modern day Sasha Grey. I sucked the juice on her fingers. She must have been wet before coming in. “My fingers are tiny. I need something bigger.” She used her double jointed arm to reach under the desk and find her target. “You forgot pants. Ah that is big, strong like wolf. Come on desk.” I stood up “Lie down”. Perhaps she would have made a better bitch queen than Emily but this seemed far from Lizzie Bennett.

She dismounted the desk, then mounted me. “I have small cunt. This will hurt. Good!” I was not at all surprised when she lowered her slim frame slowly but completely over my massive member issuing cries of pain, but sexy cries. “Now I go up and down like pogo stick”. I watched her vice-like lips as they rolled up and down my penis, super slowly at first and still with the cries, but then faster and faster with her pussy leaking plenty of homemade lubricant. “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” She was cumming but she did not slow. I could not even lift my hands to either grab her tits or simply tame this **** of nature. “You will come or do you want my ass? It will break your cock off.” That was it. Nobody, not even the most experienced porn star on the planet could hold this off and I spurted right up her.

Petra said “Your cum has filled me, but why not you cum in my mouth. I love to swallow, mmmm!” I was speechless. It had been the ride of my life and I had had more rides than a top jockey. “So I get the part, no?”
I composed myself “Petra, Petra, Petra, is that how you got the spy role?”
“Da.”
“Look I need to think about it, but I have an idea, one which will give you enormous publicity. How do you feel about playing Jane?”
“Who is Jane, I’m here to play Elizabeth.”
“Ah, but Jane is not only prettier, she will have the first HD explicit sex scene on the BBC. It will be news around the world. You’ll be famous. Think about it. You’re still in the running for Lizzie but really it would not be a consolation prize, and if Hollywood doesn’t come running they are mad.”
“You will not get better fuck, but you only get this”, she turned around and spread her arsehole “if I get Elizabeth.” I noticed she did not bother to clean herself up and put her thong in her pocket.

Tempting as her offer was, I needed to get this right. Actresses did not win parts in my films in the bedroom and Emily was simply a better physical fit. Maybe I was influenced by Jennifer Ehle in the BBC’s most famous adaptation. I remember Jennifer had appeared in “The Camomile Lawn”, at the time a rather risqué drama, with Tara Fitzgerald and Petra was definitely more Tara.

I postponed the other auditions until the next day. The other actresses would be more fame hungry so I did not anticipate any problems.