Casting Competition

“Good Afternoon Ms. Kline, this is Sigmund, from our Production Company. He will be checking your natural face for the camera.

Pam brightened up, knowing that her face worked well in the camera’s eye.

“We are going to set you up in various situations, to see your face, as you have an orgasm. After all, half of your ‘acting’ in this film will be centered on your face, as you enjoy sex. We will use the best equipment to see how ‘photogenic’ you are in those situations, and we will monitor your vital signs, to see just what makes you cum the hardest, and what keeps you going the longest.”

“Any questions,” Sigmund asked Pam.

“I don’t know enough to know what questions to ask,” Pam responded.

“Perfect,” Sigmund answered and smiled. “Let’s get you tied up for the first scene.”

People moved in and man-handled Pam onto a Gyno chair. Unlike her own Doctor’s chair, this one had thick leather straps to hold Pam’s ankles and thighs in the spreaders, her wrists behind her back, one at the waist and one at the throat.

The throat was left loose, but everything else was snugged up tight.

Next, sensors were attached to the throat strap, that would allow respiration, pulse and pressure, to be streamed to the program, while high resolution cameras took close-ups, pans and overhead video. The software also noted pupil dilation, to document the tiniest quake of Pam’s libido.

“First up, we have Carlo,” Sigmund began his Master of Ceremony duties.

“I think that you will find him quite capable,” he concluded.

The tall Spanish man came out of a side door. Pam could see his erection, the second he cleared the door. He was naked, and proud. Pam knew her heart rate was going up, as she hungered for that cock!

Carlo came forward fast, and threw himself to his knees, piercing the vagina in one fluid motion with his extended tongue.

Pam’s in-drawn breath was heard throughout the room, followed by the tender lapping of her newest lover.

Sigmund noted the spiking of the inputs and made adjustments for a greater range of pleasure.

Carlo worked on her clit for more than most would, drawing out a beautiful orgasm before he stood to treat her to his cock.

The first full stroke moved Pam back into the orgasmic neighborhood, as her nipples stiffened harder than Carlo’s cock.

Her face looked like she was in shock as she shattered through her second climax. Drool was running down her face.

Carlo finally came, with deep hard strokes, putting exclamation marks on Pam’s receding orgasm.

When Carlo was finished, he came around and kissed Pam tenderly.

“Espero que ganes,” he whispered, then departed from Pam’s world.

A team of people descended on Pam. Some were freshening up her crotch, while others fixed her hair. Another team was removing her from the gyno chair and moving her to another platform, hung at four corners from the ceiling. She was again shackled, but this time she was face down.

“Next up, we have Zho, from the Chinese National Basketball Team. Pam now saw the monitors around the room, so she could see the tall, heavy Chinese man approaching her exposed privates, like a mountain lion would scrutinize its prey.

She couldn’t make out how big his cock was, but she would not have to wait long. He pushed the bulbous tip into her sopping wet pussy, then he adjusted his body position to give the maximum stroke. His cock was the biggest that she had ever seen, and it bottomed out with 3 inches still showing, so he pushed another inch in, for good measure.

The stroke was a full 9 inches deep, and Zho was not as slow as he looked.

The platform, supported from above, was used as a swing, to easily glide Pam off, and back on Zho’s cock, over and over.

Pam only thought for a second, about how his knees were going to hurt him in his later years, then she was off to la la land, as she tumbled into another jarring orgasm. If they were testing her heart, they might have stopped the experiment.

“Excellent test Pam! They will like those shots, I’m sure of it,” Sigmund suggested.

“Okay, lets move into the anal orgasms, if that’s acceptable to you Pam, our next participant has just the right fit,” Sigmund suggested with a hopeful look on his face.

“I’ve tried anal, and I don’t think that I will have a proper anal orgasm,” she mused, “should I fake it?” she asked.

“Please try to give it a chance,” Sigmund pleaded, “you might be surprised at how pleasurable it can be.” Sigmund had a dreamy look on his face, as he recalled how good it can be.

“As long as I’m lubed, I’ll try it. After all, I’ve been to a lot of auditions, so I’ve tried it all, not that I ever liked fucking a Casting Agent,” Pam replied.

Boris was introduced, and his attributes were immediately evident.

His trim stomach and thin long cock, would be very photo-genic as it slipped into Pam’s ass, but even more obvious was his height. He could not have been more than 1 meter tall!

This time she was face up again, but her legs were rolled over her and behind her shoulders.

“…and they called me fat!” Pam thought to herself as they helped her into this position.

A large amount of clear lube was spread around Pam’s privates, making everything shiny.

Boris waddled up on his short legs. More goop was spread on his dong, and he was very gentle as he slowly pushed it into Pam’s ass, until he was almost face to face with her.

His breath was fresh and minty, so Pam tilted her head for a smooch, pushing her tongue into the small man’s mouth.

Boris stroked slowly at first, and Pam couldn’t resist giving her reddened labia a little pat, sending a pulse through her body.

“Please lay back and feel the rhythm Young Lady. Let yourself feel the small tapping into your derriere, and the vibrations that go through your pelvis,” Sigmund almost sang as he teased Pam into relaxing into the pumping cock.

Pam was feeling fully aware of everything around her as she let the pulses run their courses.

When she started to orgasm she was surprised, and again started strumming her clitoris, trying to match her body’s reaction to the stimulus that she was familiar with.

Boris kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her willing mouth, then he upped his tempo, slapping faster into Pam’s upturned arse. His hands went to Pam’s nipples but his chubby fingers couldn’t pinch the nibs very well.

Pam realized that the effort really does count. A few minutes later they had to tap Pam on the face to awaken her from her faint.

“I don’t know if you’re ever going to do it again girl, but your body said yes, yes, yes!” Sigmund was smiling ear to ear.

Pam felt different, but good, as she re-entered the world. She was very hungry though, so she found herself heading for the kitchen.

Even though she hadn’t been doing much of the action herself, she was burning a lot of calories simply with her hard and lengthy orgasms.

“All contestants should report to wardrobe on the main floor, in the West wing, prior to a formal dinner in the banquet hall,” Felix’s deep voice came over the sound system.

“Clothes!” one sister cried with glee, and the race to wardrobe began.

Wardrobe was bedlam, as eight women demanded the attention of the four gay young men that worked there. There were over a hundred outfits to choose from, but everyone wanted the same little red or black dress.

Pam knew where the make-up girl was, so she went straight to her chair, and asked for a macabre look, and she had a magazine picture to offer as a base.

The girl got to work immediately, accepting the challenge as a way to stand out among all the supporting crew.

When Pam got to wardrobe, she was thinking ‘costume’ more than ‘outfit’, and she was right to guess that all of the chick clothes would be gone.

“Guys, could you please make me look like a Vampire,” she asked.

They perked up like they had just been challenged to a sing off! They noted the heavy white make up and the blood dripping at the corners of Pam’s mouth.

A shiny tight black gown was chosen, then another dress was cannibalized to give the tight one a sweeping train.

When they had her all done up they were enchanted.

“It might be a silly question, but is there anything I could do for any of you,” Pam offered, out of respect for their craftsmanship.

They jabbered together like hens, then one put up his hand.

“I would love to get a photo with my dick in Dracula’s mouth!”

“Just the photo, you don’t want to cum?” Pam asked, thinking that this would be a first.

“Well, I do want to record a little fun, if you don’t mind?”

Pam got down on her knees while the feminine gay man pulled out a charming little prick. She wondered if it was the first time a woman had sucked on this one.

The other Style Advisers crowded around and cell phones appeared, while the Vampire lover positioned his own phone, to record the unfolding drama.

Pam gave a toothy mad grin to her audience, then set herself to pounce upon the innocent young man’s penis.

She turned as the stiff tip went into her toothy maw, hamming it up for her viewers.

Pam fake chewed her way to full depth, noting how hard this gay guy had become.

She came back up slow, dragging her lips, as if to suck the life from the poor boy.

Without thinking, she pushed back down, this time there was no chewing, and Pan had introduced her tongue clip to the underside of his stiffy.

The action was slow, but all of their hearts were racing. Within three strokes the other dicks started to pop out, and they started jacking themselves as soon as they cleared the waist band.

Maybe Pam’s guy was trying not to cum, but two minutes later, first one, then two of his friends started to show signs of cumming.

Pam pulled back for a second. “On my face guys! I want to look like a Dracula slut, and you’re going to dress me for the part!” Pam called out, then returned to suck the rest of the life out of her man.

They crowded in even tighter and the cum fest started. Pam pulled her guy’s cock out of her mouth, and jerked it faster.

In less than a minute, the first one started spewing on her face. Pam directed as much as she could, to the forehead and high on her cheeks. The head of the wardrobe department stepped in close for the final blast, as he directed a creamy flow to Pam’s forehead.

The usually punctual Pam, arrived at the dining hall last, for which she got a demerit point, but the entrance made it worth her while.

Every head turned to the cum faced Dracula that proudly undulated into the room. Pam was not smiling, yet she was in command.

All sound was lost, disappearing into the walls, as the heads turned to stare at the cum soaked, very female Vampire.

“I vant to bite your cock!” Pam roared, and the room exploded with laughter and applause, returning to their own conversations.

Pam knew that most of the ladies were thinking “FUCK” as she smiled at the losers.

Felix came hurrying over.

“You know that it isn’t a costume affair, so I’m going to have to…” Felix started, but Pam leaned in close, repelling him with her cum covered face.

“Write down whatever the fuck you want to write down, but the next time you get in my face about your fucking demerits, I’m going to punch you in the nose!” Pam whispered, and turned to find a spot at the tables.

As she sat, Pam noted that Felix was making a point of entering something into his iPad, but he also had a raging boner in his pants.

A fancy salad was placed in front of her, so Pam started to eat. After a few drips, she used a cloth napkin to wipe away most of the cum, trying not to damage the makeup too much. She was the only contestant at this table, among 10 others, all 8 men and women were dressed in very high end attire.

Pam recognized a few Agents and Producers, but most of them she had never seen before.

“Darling, let me be the first to say that your costume is a stroke of genius,” Sharon was a big horny Dike, and a Casting Agent, with a diploma and all the bells and whistles. She had cast every A movie with even a hint of Lesbian in it. Her word was considered gospel by the big Producers.

Pam remembered her last ‘audition’ with Sharon and it involved a big black strap on, that Sharon pushed into every one of Pam’s holes.

Pam liked having sex with women, but she suspected that Sharon did not.

“I hope they tested the help too,” a young woman suggested, as she stared at Pam’s face.

“At least it’s gluten free,” Pam quipped.

The blonde needed a few minutes to figure out that Pam was joking.

The tinkle of a spoon on a water goblet brought everyone’s attention to a standing man.

“Thank you for coming out, everyone. I believe that everyone here knows me, since I invited you myself, but for the record, I am Paul Sumner, and I am the Executive Producer for the upcoming production of Legend.”

“We are starting with Star Power, by having Keith Morrow as the Lead Male. Keith has, of course, a chiseled body, and rugged good looks, but it’s his acting skills that will make this edgy story something that they will be watching, and talking about for the next decade!”

Pam knew the story, so she zoned out a bit, letting her eyes roam. Keith Morrow was sitting to Paul’s left, and his well built body was seated where Pam could undress him with her eyes.

Soon her hands were down in her lap, as she mentally removed his shirt.

Just pressing down slightly, she could feel her clit, so she started to roll her hips, just a bit. The material of the dress rubbed on her nibs, as Pam recalled that there was nothing underneath the tailored costume.

“Check out the slut,” Sharon said in a stage whisper, turning the local attention to the sight of Pam pleasuring herself.

Pam immediately jerked upright, moving her hands to the side, but there was a slight wetness there, and those that were closest would be talking about it.

“It is our task to find a gifted young Actor to play the very demanding role of Penelope, the uninhibited woman that he has fallen in love with,” Paul finished his part, and the dreamy Keith Morrow rose to his feet.

“Thank you Paul,” Keith started by excusing the money man. “I love this story, about a strong, sexual woman. It is a story which is long overdue. “One in which a vibrant, beautiful, sexual creature, can embrace the lust that she has for all things carnal, just like men have always been encouraged to do,” Keith was drawing in the room with his charisma.

“I’m sure that we can find the perfect woman, here in this room, and I am dedicating myself to find her!” Keith finished, with exuberant applause.

The second course was served, and Pam recognized one of the girls that served. “Have you had a chance to see his dick yet,” Laura whispered, when she had a chance.

“I’ve fucked or sucked 6 or 7 guys so far in this contest, but I think I would remember if Keith Fucking Morrow was one of them,” Pam replied quietly.

“Well it’s worth maybe 5 grand if you get a good dick-pic,” Laura shared, then she scurried off.

“Tomorrow will be girls only, so I’ll be pushing you to new heights, Pam,” Sharon informed the table.

“As long as I don’t have to put up with that hard black dildo of yours Sharon,” Pam responded, but regretted it as soon as she saw the look on Sharon’s face.

After dinner there was some lounge music and mingling in the man cave downstairs. Pam was bored, so she went to find that coffee can.

When she got to the garden she found the stash empty, so she skulked into the gazebo. Figuring out puzzles was a favorite pastime of Pam’s.

“Where would he move it?” she thought. She had always figured out where her sister moved her “secret apartment key” and this would be just as easy.

Pam saw the Gnome, and she didn’t remember seeing it yesterday. “Wow, was that just yesterday? I must have cum 20 times since then,” Pam said out loud as she picked up the garden Gnome.

Paul had ditched his Maxwell House can for a plastic lawn ornament.

“I hid it in plane sight,” Paul said, laughing as he entered the gardens from his own access door.

“If it hadn’t been new…” Pam offered a smidge of respect for his attempt to keep the riff-raff from his weed stash.

“You, young lady, are impressing “most” of my people,” Paul brought them back to the present. “That entry was so good, I’m shocked that it wasn’t scripted! And since then, we went back to the security footage, and saw how you orchestrated that stunt, and let me say, the entire story just makes you that much more attractive for the role.”

“So, the contest is over?” Pam wondered the obvious.

“The problem right now, is that we need to convince the Lesbian contingent that you honestly enjoy sex with women, and one of their key spokespersons suggested that you may be a faker.” Paul finished.

“That fucking bitch,” Pam muttered, half under her breath.

“So you know who I mean,” Paul quietly confirmed that Sharon Puma was the boulder in Pam’s path.

“Thanks for the heads up Mr. Sumner, now how about a puff?”, Pam suggested.

“Hmm, remind me how you earned a solid hit on that premium Afghan that we smoked yesterday,” Paul laughed with his eyes, knowing that Pam would rather show him, than answer.

“Does it ever bother you, that you are sharing a joint with someone that just drained your cock?” Mr. Sumner.

“Oh dear!…Not when it’s someone as delightful as you, Ms Kline,” Paul responded, “and please, we can dispense with the last names.”

“Thanks for the great opportunity, boss, but I do need to start concentrating on the female parts, in preparation for tomorrow, so I can’t come to your penthouse tonight,” Pam let him down, wondering if she was the first.

“I love your honesty Woman, and your dedication to the craft! Which of the young beauties will take your fancy tonight,” Paul asked.

“Oh, I won’t be looking among them, but I’ll find my muse,” Pam responded, thinking about a few of the catering staff…

“Excuse me, Laura?…It’s Laura, right?” Pam called, to the busy wait staffer.

“Hey! Hi Pam, umm I am working…”

“Yes, I just told your boss that you are working for me, for the rest of your shift, is that okay?” Pam asked.

“Well…. Laura looked towards her Supervisor and got the nod.

“Sure, but what will we do?” the hand maid asked, while batting her innocent lashes on her rosy red cheeks.

Pam lay, intertwined with Laura, only separated by the sheen of their sweat and cum.

“I almost forgot how great it felt to have my clit strummed while I’m strumming a clit!” Pam whispered to her pillow.

“Well, I’m going to get one of those tongue clips!” Laura responded as she shimmied out of the embrace.

“And I have to run, Hun, although I’m sure that I lost my ride last night and I need to be at the Diner by 8 or I’ll lose another job!” Laura cried.

“Let me get you a ride Laura, it’s the least that I can do, plus I want to get your number?” Pam offered, as she found the button for Felix.

“Hey Felix, I made a new friend last night, could she get a ride please, it’s local?” Pam asked.

“Certainly Ms. Kline, just have him come to the foyer.

The disconnect was audible.

“Thanks Pam, I’m sure that I can take it from there, and she showed her number to her new lover.

“I learned to use my tongue with an older woman,” Pam wandered into a favorite story of her’s. “She made me get a tongue clip, then bigger and heavier ones. So now I use a lighter one, and I have a stronger tongue. I suppose it’s like any muscle in your body, if you work it, it gets stronger.”

Pam’s eyes were aglow, as she remembered that neighbor lady.

The rooster crowed at 8 though Pam was showered already, and she wondered about the attire for the day.

Finally, she decided to dress comfortably, so she put on the first cute short pink pants that she could find in Wardrobe. Her tits were the first thing to enter a room, and they were perfect without a cover.