Preparing For The Set

You’re constantly surrounded by around a dozen people now, attending to your every need. It’s not bad being the star of a top-budget Hollywood film, it seems. There’s an attractive lady working on your make-up, and you watch as she goes over your face with a brush, eyeing her bust.

She makes eye contact with you, and blushes.

“I’m doing this to accentuate your face for the next scene,” she explains, “because you know, people’ll want to be looking at it for sure.”

“Bullshit,” another lady says. She’s redoing your costume to fit your exact measurements nearby. “People’ll be looking at how his cock slides into Emma Rain. Shit, that’s going to make us all rich.”

“And it’s going to feel damn good while I’m at it,” you comment, as the woman works downwards.

“You want to give it a trial run first? Make sure it’s still operational?” you whisper to her. “We can keep it a secret.”

The brunette stares at you hard, and bites her lip. The others standing around keep working, as if they haven’t heard you. The tailor looks over, with a knowing smile. She nods at the girl, as if encouraging her onwards.

Instead of talking, the make-up artist leans forwards, using her body to cover your crotch area. A hand of hers slips around your belt and deftly undoes it, allowing her fingers to dance along the length of your concealed cock.

“Ten minutes until we start filming,” somebody calls from down the hallway. Everybody seems to pick up the pace, and multiple leave the room in anticipation for the upcoming scene.

The brunette’s hands both make their way into your pants, stroking the length of your hardening member. When a guy standing behind her looks over at you, her hands spring out, and begin powdering the length of your body, but as soon as the person looks away, her hands return to your member, gripping and jerking you.

You maintain absolute silence, making eye contact with the artist. She looks nervous but excited, and though this isn’t quite the same thing as fucking Emma Rain, you have to admit she’s talented with her hands as they fondle your balls and then flick across the head of your cock.

“Stop,” you command her as you feel yourself beginning to get close. There’s no time to clean up for a mess, and you feel her hands tighten hard and give you a quick series of hard jerks. You close your eyes in pleasure for the briefest moment, but maintain control. Looks like the kegel muscle exercises are paying off.

“One minute, where are you, man?”

“Coming over,” you shout out, and the make-up artist nods, confirming that she’s done with you. She licks her hands, and whispers into your ears.

“Mmm, your pre-cum is tasty. Want to find me after the scene to finish this off?”

You nod at her as you get up, moving towards the scene of your life.