Hollywood Sex Stories Part 2

In the dark, seedy corners of Hollywood, shining young starlets are still lured in by creepy casting agents.

Armed with fake scripts and a very convincing set, bigshot Moose Rainey is one such pervert. He is well-known in the acting community for putting out promising ads, only for his movies to never come to light, leaving roped-in starlets high and dry… but only after they’ve sucked and fucked Rainey to achieve their spot at the head of the competition.

But that’s if they’re lucky, because Rainey has an addiction — he loves thinking up crafty ways to get women to please him, ranging from total humiliation to self-degradation. It’s less about what Rainey wants and more about what he can make these hopeful young women do — all in the name of success...

Today, Moose has young starlet Scarlett workout on set until her body is dripping with sweat in a string bikini. Then he takes her inside his personal yacht, and has her strip naked for his masturbatory pleasure. But will Scarlett let him see everything? Or will she walk out and abandon the deal they've made before she even hits the big screen...?

Today, Moose is having his latest talent photographed on set, trying to build up interest in his latest production — a romantic teen comedy that takes place during spring break, where most of the barely legal cast spent most of their time on set wearing nothing but tanning oil and their birthday suits...

* * *

→ Scarlett stood before the camera in front of a prized yacht and a studio background that resembled an upscale American lake. It was the perfect set-up for spring break.

She pouted as she turned side-on, showing the studio her figure. She was covered in bronzer and looked tantalizing, as if she existed only to be touched.

Her breasts were soaked in tanning oil and held up by a yellow string bikini with white outlines, which contrasted the dark tint of her well-oiled tits. Below, her thighs were rippling with sinewy muscle, all the way down to the pale undersides of her wrinkled soles.

Scarlett was a barely legal blonde beauty with lank, wet hair and very dark eyes, and was staring into the camera with a pair of dumbbells in either hand, waiting to be cued in.

‘’Alright! And... action!’’ Someone called.

Scarlett came alive, giving sure looks at the camera whilst smiling seductively, as if she had a secret, and then looked down at her body whilst edging herself onto her toes. Then she started working out, making her breasts move and shake, getting her pump on. As she did her set, the pert nubs of her nipples became more and more visible against the sheer fabric of her bra. So the camera zoomed in on her tits, courtesy of Moose Rainey’s guiding hand.

Scarlett turned around, letting everyone see the undersides of her bum cheeks, which were staring back at the cast and crew in the tight thong she wore. Then she looked over her shoulder and started doing squats. Pushing out her backside brilliantly, revealing how well-trained her thighs were along with the curves of her hips. She winked at the camera between each squat, seemingly enjoying herself a lot. Moose made sure to show the viewers every inch of Scarlett’s tush, right down to the last bead of sweat dripping along the backs of her thighs. The whole crew was taken with her, and there were lots of smiling faces in the wings.

Then Scarlett turned back to face the camera and started punching the air with the dumbbells gripped between her fists, making the tanned muscles of her body shake and tremble, lines of sweat and oil running down her brow and along the hard lines of her stomach. She looked incredibly determined and blissfully naive of how much she was being sexualised.

Then she finally got down on the floor and started doing hip-thrusters, showing the whole studio how well her bikini cupped her well-oiled twat, and finished off with the fonda: her head resting in her hand, staring back at the men in the studio as she revealed how flexible her long, tanned legs really were…

Scarlett stood up and threw hands in the air and cheered happily, because she felt as though she’d done the routine perfectly that time, and started dancing on her bare feet, giggling girlishly as she did a little spin on the exercise mat. She jiggled her butt in a neat, practiced twerk at the camera, then threw her head back over her shoulder to place a finger to her lips, giving them all a coquettish look that made every man in the studio hard, if they weren’t already.

‘’And... cut!’’ Someone yelled.

A few wolf whistles pursued Scarlett off the set. She grinned to herself, feeling heady after the performance, and sat down in her seat and started drinking from a bottle of water. Then she leaned forward exhaustedly, her body glistening beneath the studio lights.

Moose Rainey came up behind her and rested his hand on her shoulder. She automatically looked up at him and smiled, then blinked as he came down and whispered in her ear.

Anyone who was looking might’ve noticed the hard erection burning in his trousers, even as he escorted Scarlett off the set. She walked in front of him looking vaguely apprehensive, and he left with her via the door that led to the interior of the yacht.

* * *

→ Inside the yacht, Scarlett stood before Moose anxiously, holding the bottle of water in front of her and feeling very underdressed now that they were alone.

Moose was sitting drinking a glass of water and scotch, and was looking at her with a familiar look in his eyes — a look she’d seen before. It was something like hunger.

‘’Nice routine you did back there.’’ He said.

‘’Moose-,’’ She began.

‘’I want to go over something with you.’’ He interrupted.

‘’Okay?’’ She said.

‘’This is a very visual movie, you understand?’’

She nodded a little, but her face looked a little put-off by the implication.

‘’So the viewers want to see what they’re paying to see.’’ He asserted, and Scarlett nodded slowly, but remained unsure.

‘’Mind doing a little spin for me?’’ He said out of nowhere.

She started, then shrugged and said, ‘’... Okay?’’ Then she turned around quite passively. Showing him a glimpse of her bum, hips and the curve of her back. Once she was done, she laughed a little awkwardly and did a little spritz with her hands, yet seemed quite uncomfortable afterwards.

Moose tutted and shook his head, then looked at her mildly. She deflated a little, realising this was being taken very seriously by him.

‘’No. Not like that. I think you can do better, right?’’ He said disappointedly.

That triggered her. She looked to her left and then around the interior of the yacht, as if she was searching for the exit. Her eyes then scrambled around in her skull as she searched her conscience for an answer. But then she bit her lip and looked at him nervously, before combing her hair back behind her ear and saying, ‘’Okay,’’ again; but this time much more submissively.

Scarlett turned around and put all her weight in her right hip, making her bum pout at Rainey, and then leaned forward until her knees sank into the leather couch across from him. Then she got up on the edge of the seat and bent her legs back, displaying the underside of her soles and her calves and all of her sexy, young body, with her head tossed back over her shoulder. She was glistening in the low cabin light and her body smelt like sex and tanning oil. She leaned back and forth like that, in a good position for him to come at her from behind, take hold of her hips and do things to her, which seemed to be the implication she was putting across. Then she lowered her head and slid her hand along her hips and hovered it above her pert rear, and then reached down towards her thong slowly, as if to pull it aside, but her nerves got the best of her and she stopped doing that altogether and smiled awkwardly, then slid off the seat and did another embarrassed ta-da, looking at him hopefully: wondering if that was it, and if he’d seen enough.

Rainey whistled softly. His senses stung into a state of alertness. He was hard. He breathed in deep and eyed her up and down, then smiled at her gruffly. Weighing up her performance in his head, before saying, ‘’Think I’m going to need to see the whole package. Just to be sure I know the audience is getting what they’ve paid for.’’

Scarlett’s eyes flew open and she gripped the water bottle so tightly it started to stream out of the bottle cap. She then shook her hands off, surprised, and swallowed her anxieties. ‘’Mister Rainey, really, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I really think I ought to-,’’ Rainey then leaned forward and interrupted her, ‘’Are you saying you don’t want this job, Scarlett?’’

‘’No, I-...’’

‘’Then you’d better hurry up.’’ He replied.

A silence hung between them, thicker than the air they breathed. Then Scarlett put down the water bottle and reached for the clasp of her bra.

* * *

→ Scarlett’s neck was dripping with perspiration. Her naked collarbones heaving up and down. The lines that led to her breasts quivered. Her lips and cheeks were flushed. Mouth screwed up. Pupils fully dilated and the whites of her eyes very, very white as she held herself extremely still. Her eyes seemed to tremble in their sockets. The tense muscles in her thighs that led to her calves were larger than ever, as she’d been made to stand in a pair of silver stilettos whilst putting her body on exhibition. The veins in her feet and ankles stood out, they were purple and thick with blood, and the tendons that led to her toes were tight to her skin. She was not moving very much at all, as the greasy man’s palm ran up and down his fat cock, and on her face was a look of utter revulsion as she stared forward into nothingness — though it looked as though she was staring at the blacked out yacht windows. The corners of her lips were prone to twitches, and her mouth might have argued now and then by growing even tighter, but she remained otherwise silent as the prop clock hanging in the cabin ‘’tick-tocked’’ as the seconds went by.

‘’Mmn. Good girl. You’ve got a fit fucking body, I’ll tell you that.’’

Scarlett’s belly fat quivered. Her tense abdominals shook. Then her arms adjusted around her a little. One was placed over her tits. The other her sex. Her hand hid her pussy. The other hand, her areolas. Her nipples and slit were hidden from sight, but everything else was laid bare. She had a fantastic body, full of vivacious curves and soft edges, with tan lines leading up from her tits to her shoulders and around her hips to the inside of her thighs. All roads led to her intimate areas, and Moose wanked himself faster as he thought about what came next.

He said, ‘’You drop those arms — and I’ll make sure your next movie is Oscar bait.’’

Her face looked conflicted. It changed between expressions in the dim light of the cabin. Disgusted then thoughtful. Disobedient then compliant. Her arms crossed unsurely, but then she slowly dropped them, and Scarlett’s body came to light.

Small, rosy nipples. Areolas — the same colour as her lips. Great tits. Glossy with sweat. They were heaving on her chest, and her nipples grew very swollen the more he looked at them. Then he glanced between her legs.

Shaved hairless. A soft girlish mound. Almost no visible slit. Puffy around the edges. No trace of pink. All smooth, tan skin and big, round thighs. A tiny bit of stubble leading to the sex, breadcrumbs — hinting at what came next. Moose wanted to lie her down and spread her legs and find out for himself. He exhaled and leaned forward, jerking himself off harder, whilst eyeing her up and down.

She was really struggling now. Holding her hands behind her back. Fingers on one hand wrapped around the other’s wrist. Nails picking at her skin. She swallowed and tried not to look at him as he masturbated, then gladly took the opportunity to turn around when he suggested that she, ‘’Show him her tight little ass.’’

Scarlett turned around and bent down stiffly, not stopping to distribute her weight across the couch. She just held herself over awkwardly and stared into the gaps between the cushions. She heard him wanking himself off furiously. Felt the heat of him, burning behind her. Then cringed when he told her to move her ankles, ‘’a little further apart.’’

She did so, then felt relief when she heard him gasping, because she knew he was there.

Moose was cumming. He’d cum hard because he’d seen it, and was holding his cock whilst laying back in the seat, trying to control the flow of his orgasm, but it was beyond saving. Because directly in front of him was the crown jewel of the starlett’s body. Her sweet little pussy, tucked between two feminine folds, so small and well-hidden, that he’d almost missed it. But there was no mistaking the pink — soaked translucently in wetness. Or the unmistakable bulb of her clitoris peeking out above the thin petals that made up her labias. It looked like she’d never been fucked. That she was still a virgin, not yet deflowered, and that hit Moose Rainey like a tonne of bricks. His cum shot out the tip of his dick and struck her in the back of the legs and Scarlett cringed and stuck out her tongue vilely, blinking at the windows in disgust as the middle-aged pervert took advantage of her. She wagged her ass a little back and forth just to make it easier for him, and Moose watched and thought himself some kind of stud, having Scarlett give him a ‘’striptease.’’ His load was covering the backs of her thighs in colorless streaks of liquid, and her legs were squirming as they redistributed their weight in a vain effort to get it off. He cooed and stroked himself harder, wracking with sensitivity, his cheeks as flushed as hers were when he’d first made her blow him that night in his office. He still had her panties in his desk drawer, but this was the icing on the cake. There was nowhere else from here but up: Scarlett was going to be his premium slut, or so he thought.

As Moose finished himself off, Scarlett stood back up and turned around, and took a long look at his pathetic fat cock leaking fluids onto the floor. She then forced a smile at him as she covered herself up, and asked him very nicely, ‘’Is there anything else I can do for you, Mister Rainey?’’

He shook his head. Totally wasted. Right in the afterglow. Then waved at her to get out. Already thinking about something else. She nodded pleasantly and picked up her bikini, then slid her bottoms back on and left the cabin whilst holding her tits before he had a chance to recover.

On the way out, Scarlett muttered beneath her breath, ‘’There is no way I’m letting that old pervert turn me into his slut...’’ She then stalked off backstage to come up with a plan.

* * *

→ Sitting in a small changing room in front of her vanity mirror, Scarlett removed her make-up furiously, scolding herself over what’d happened.

‘’What do I have to do to get this guy off my back? Throw him a sacrificial lamb? For fuck’s sake!’’

Scarlett then stopped what she was doing and thought about it. She did need someone else to take the heat. Someone younger. Someone better. Someone Moose could fuck, so that she wouldn’t have to.

That was it! She realised. Scarlett looked at herself in the mirror. She looked completely different without her make-up on. Not like a star at all and very much like herself. She’d never allow any man to treat her the way Moose Rainey had. She’d gotten so caught up in stardom that she’d allowed Moose to use her against her better judgement!

She needed to shift Moose’s attention onto someone else. One of her co-stars, ideally — one of her rivals.

Scarlett smiled as she began reapplying her make-up. She went with some darker tones this time — as she carefully formulated a plan that would leave Moose Rainey shaking in his seat, the filthy little pervert.

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