The dimly lit bedroom was a world away from the bright lights and applause of Broadway, yet Isabella found herself preferring to be right here and doing what she was doing, which was sucking this old guy’s cock instead of being at the opening of her acting debut. 

Isabella took his cock in her mouth, sliding her lips down until the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but continued to take him deeper, her lips puckered around him. Her long, wavy, chestnut hair held up over her head by his calloused old hands.

Less than two hours ago she had been preparing for her debut bow in the new show, and then she had met this old guy who simply suggested she follow him to his home.

The old man groaned, “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he rasped. “Sucking cock instead of being at your big debut tonight?”

Isabella did not stop, even as she questioned why she was missing the night that was set to make her a star, the old guy’s suggestions making her re-evaluate everything.

On her knees in front of a man old enough to be her grandfather, his dick filling her mouth, and she couldn’t deny that she was loving it. She was no stranger to sex appeal; she knew she made men think with their dicks. She was fully aware she had benefitted from it in the lead-up to her fledgling career, but she had always remained decent and made sure her boyfriends were all upstanding guys.

She looked up at him, her eyes watering and showing she was appreciative. She knew her mascara was running; it had to be with all her joyful tears.

He chuckled as his right wrist twisted and his fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her closer. “You’re a natural, Isabella. A fucking natural cocksucker.”

Isabella moaned around him, her mouth responding to his compliment. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, how much she enjoyed the taste, the feeling, the sensation.

She had never enjoyed oral; she had done it a handful of times and with only two past boyfriends; neither one had complimented her like this before.

She had always thought it was kind of gross, but with him, now, it was different. 

She wanted to please him in every way possible. As she sucked him deep, her fingers traced up his thighs, exploring the coarse hair that covered them. Her touch was tentative at first, but when she felt him shiver, she grew bolder. Her fingers reached his ass, and she gently circled the puckered hole, feeling him tense in response.

He groaned, “Fuck, yeah, that’s it. You dirty girl.”

Isabella’s mouth slipped off his cock with a pop, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Really?” she asked, her voice breathless. “You like that?”

He nodded, his eyes dark with lust. 

“Do you want me to lick it?” Isabelle asked him; she pretended to pout as she did.

“My ass?”

“You want me to lick your asshole?”

The old man chuckled. “Yeah, baby. Your thespian tongue in my asshole.”

Isabella hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. She was, after all, why the hell not? She grinned, a wicked, naughty grin. “No problem at all, scooch back,” she said, her voice sultry.

She helped him to lie back on the bed, his hands gripping the back of his knees for support. She pushed him gently until he was flat on his back, then she moved down to the end of the bed. She grasped his ankles and raised his legs, holding them up and spreading his thighs wide. She could see the thick tufts of grey hair on his inner thighs and the darker, coarser hair around his ass. She spread his cheeks with her hands as the old guy pulled his legs up to his portly tummy, revealing the tight, puckered hole nestled between them.

“Oh, fuck,” the old man muttered, his voice raw with desire. “I never thought I’d see this when I took the gig. Your pretty face at my ass.”

Isabella grinned up at him, having no idea what he was talking about and already ignoring it as the excitement of the task in front of her took over. She could see the puckered ring of his asshole, and she felt a thrill go through her.

She flicked her cascading brown locks over her shoulder and leaned in, her breath hot on his skin. She pressed a soft kiss to his hole, and he twitched in response. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious.

“Go on, baby,” he urged, his voice thick with lust. “Lick it.”

Isabella took a deep breath through her nose, savouring the smell before leaning in with her tongue outstretched. She licked his asshole, slowly, exploring the texture and the taste. It was earthy, musky, and she found that she liked it, really liked it.

She swirled her tongue around the puckered hole, feeling it contract and relax under her touch. Isabella let her saliva drip from her tongue and onto his rim.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he breathed. “That’s it, baby. Eat my ass. You’re a fucking natural at this too.”

Isabella blushed, despite herself. She had never thought she’d enjoy something like this, but here feeling a surge of power, a sense of control. She had him under her spell, and she knew it.

She parted her lips and planted an open-mouthed kiss on him; she began to use her hands to stretch his bum cheeks further apart, ensuring she had maximum access to his body. Her fingers dug into his fleshy buttocks, opening him up for her eager tongue. She circled his hole with the tip of her tongue, then plunged it inside, feeling his muscles clench around her. She heard him gasp, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his.

“You’re driving me wild, baby,” he complimented.

She smiled, feeling a thrill of victory at his words. 

She withdrew her tongue, only to replace it with a finger. She circled his hole again, coating it in saliva, before gently pressing inside.

He tensed, his breath hitching, but she didn’t stop. She pushed her finger in deeper, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way. He let out a low moan, his head falling back against the pillow.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking incredible.”

Isabella felt a surge of pride, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t just pleasing him; she was making him feel things he hadn’t felt before. She wiggled her finger, exploring his tight passage, feeling him squirm beneath her touch. 

As her finger explored, she lowered her head, her lips seeking out his balls. She took one in her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. She alternated between sucking and licking.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”

She increased the pace of her finger, the back of her hand slapping against her chin and his balls with each push. She took both balls into her mouth, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing. She felt his body tremble, his balls pulling up tight against his body. She knew he was close; she wanted to push him over the edge, but not yet, not so soon.

Not before she had him inside her, not before she had felt his dick inside her cunt, she craved it; she needed it. She wanted to cum with him inside her; she needed him to fill her up. She withdrew her finger abruptly, and his groan of protest was music to her ears. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving with her ragged breaths.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with determination. “I want you inside me.”

The old man dropped his legs onto the bed, his large barrel chest rising and falling as he panted for breath.

“What are you waiting for, girl?” He rasped, reaching for her. “Come here and finish what you started. ”I’m too old to fuck you, so you need to fuck me,” he ordered, his voice gruff with desire.

Isabella, still clad in her black silk pants, matching bra, and heels, climbed up and straddled him, her long legs on either side of his chubby waist. She ground herself against him, feeling his stiff cock rub over her. She looked down at him, her green eyes smouldering with lust. She reached below herself, tugging her pants to the side just enough to expose her wet pussy. She grabbed his cock, feeling its slick head, and guided it to her entrance.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she lowered herself onto him, gasping as his stubby cock filled her. She had never gone bareback before, but with him, in this moment, she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but this, about him, about the way he felt inside her, and she didn’t want to ask or wait for protection.

She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. Isabella let her pants go as his stubby cock entered her, with zero fear of not using protection for the first time ever. The sensation was raw and primal, and she relished it. She could feel the moisture of her arousal easing his way.

Her eyes widened at the novelty of it, her breath hitching as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation of a bare cock inside her; she wondered if all bare cocks felt the same or if this one was special. The old man’s hands tightened on her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. He groaned, a guttural sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

“You’re missing your opening night, sweetie.” The old man groaned as Isabella began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, rhythmic circle. “You’re a fantastic actress, Isabella. But you’re a fucking fantastic fuck.”

“I’m just happy you are not missing my opening as you fuck me,” Isabella moaned, leaning forward to give him a sloppy, wet kiss.

“Fuck, baby, you taste like ass,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Ride me. Fuck me good.”

Isabella complied, her hips picking up pace, her body moving like a wave, sliding up and down his cock with increasing speed and force. 

The sensation of him inside her, raw and uncovered, was exhilarating. The thought of anything but this moment, anything but the slick feel of his stubby cock inside her, seemed distant and unimportant, not that she had no protection, no birth control, or even a potential career worried her.

Isabella rode him with abandon, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back, her green eyes wild with passion. She threw her head back, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm, driving him deeper into her with each bounce.

“They will need to find someone to fill in for you, as I fill you in. Someone else to get the acclaim and accolades of taking your star role.” He grunted.

She felt a primal urge to devour him, to take him completely inside her. This was what mattered, what she needed. She didn’t care about the consequences, about the risk, about the career she could be throwing away. All that mattered was this, was him, was the feeling of the raw, unsheathed cock inside her.

“I don’t care about the opening night; fuck the play; this is a million times better than any applause,” she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. “I just want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up, to feel your hot cum inside me. I want it all, everything you have to give me.”

“You are ok with Samantha Owens taking your role in the play,” he asked her.

Isabelle was too far gone to worry about her biggest competition for the part she had worked so hard for.

Isabella leaned forward, her covered breasts brushing against his chest, her eyes locked onto his. “Fucking stupid play. I would rather feel you, all of you, inside me. I want you to cum inside me, to fill me up completely. Samantha can have the play as long as I get that.” She rocked her hips, emphasising her point, her voice a low, husky whisper as she rode him with a fierce determination.

The old man reached behind her; she had to admit he was smooth as he unclasped her bra in two attempts.

Isabella shook her head, her long chestnut hair cascading around her as she sat up and let it fall to the bed.

She leaned forward, her slim hands pressed against his chest for support. 

“Good, but in case you change your mind, I think we better just make sure Samantha gets the role; after all, she paid me to make sure. So I guess if we get you nice and pregnant, she’s a shoe-in,” he groaned.

Isabella’s hips moved like they were possessed, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice; the thought of his cum inside her, of his baby growing inside her, made her want to scream with joy. She couldn’t think of anything better than this, than him, than the idea of getting knocked up, of having a piece of him inside her forever.

She opened her eyes, looking down at him with a wild, almost manic grin. “Fuck fame, fuck the play, fuck everything,” she panted, her voice raw with desire. “I want you to cum inside me, right now. I want your baby growing in me,” Isabella gasped, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. She couldn’t believe she was saying it, couldn’t believe the words were true, but they were, and they were so much of a turn-on. She wanted this, wanted him, wanted his seed. She couldn’t think of anything better, anything more satisfying, anything more rewarding.

The old man groaned, “You want me to knock you up, baby? You want me to fill you up with my cum and make you a mommy instead of a star?”

He grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as Isabella rode his cock with renewed vigour, her eyes wide and wild.

“Yes,” she panted, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each bounce. “I want it. I want a baby, your baby. I want to feel your cum inside me, filling me up. I can’t think of anything better than this, than you, than getting knocked up by you. It’s better than acting, better than fame. I want this; I want you.”

Isabella’s mind raced as she rode him, her thoughts a whirlwind of desire and longing. She had always dreamed of the stage, of the applause, of the fame. But now, in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the man beneath her, the sensation of his bare cock inside her, and the primal desire to have him cum inside her, to feel his seed spilling into her depths; she would learn his name after he did, after he had inseminated her.

“How do I make you cum?” Isabella asked, her voice breathless and desperate. She wanted this, needed this, more than anything she had ever wanted before. “Tell me what I need to do for you.”

She felt a surge of embarrassment at the admission but pushed it aside. This was important; this was what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to let anything stand in her way.

She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his. She whispered, her voice urgent. “Tell me what I need to do. Tell me what you want to hear.”

“Say that Isabella Hart is nothing compared to Samantha Owens.” His voice was now a low growl, commanding and urgent.

Isabella’s body tensed as she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. “Samantha Owens is a better actress than me,” she whispered. The humiliation was complete when she found herself utterly turned on beyond belief that she was enjoying it, that she was loving him getting off on it.

The old man groaned from the very depths of his soul. “Fucking hell, baby.” 

Isabella felt a shiver of excitement at their words, at the way her degradation turned him on. She leaned closer. “Samantha Owens is a better actress, a better woman. I am nothing compared to her,” she repeated, the words tasting bitter on her tongue, yet euphorically sweet.

She felt him shudder beneath her, his cock throbbing inside her, and she knew she had to give him what he wanted.

She knew she had to say the words, to degrade herself, to humiliate herself for him. It was the only way to get what she wanted, the only way to ensure that he would cum inside her, that he would fill her up with his seed.

“Samantha Owens deserves the role more than I do. I would be honoured to just be her assistant,” Isabella gasped, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm. She felt a pang of jealousy at the admission, but it was quickly rewarded by a wave of arousal. “I would help her succeed, to make sure she gets all the roles she deserves,” she said louder again.

“I would be her personal assistant. I would make sure she gets everything she needs to succeed, to make sure she becomes a star. I’d do anything for her, anything at all for you and her,” Isabella gasped, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

The old man groaned in approval, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

“To make her a star and to be your cum dumpster, I’ll do whatever it takes,” Isabella moaned, her body writhing as she continued to ride him.

She could feel him throbbing inside her, his breaths coming in short gasps. She knew he was close, and the thought spurred her on. She wanted him to cum inside her, to fill her up with his seed.

“Me, knocked up,” she continued, her voice a desperate plea. “Big and round with your baby, following Samantha around, making sure she has everything she needs. I’ll be her personal assistant. I’ll be the one who makes sure she gets all the best roles, all the accolades.”

She could feel the wetness between her legs leak between her thighs and his skin, the sensation of his bare cock inside her sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

The thought of him filling her up, of his seed spilling into her depths, was almost enough to make her cum just by itself. But she wanted more; she wanted it all.

Isabella began to shout into his face, “I’ll be her fucking personal assistant, her fucking pregnant PA, following her around like a little bitch, making sure she has everything she needs, while I take her sloppy seconds and maybe even her leftover crumbs!”

Her words were like a dirty, filthy confession, spilling out of her with a force that shocked even herself. She couldn’t believe she was saying these things, couldn’t believe how turned on she was, how much she wanted this. The old man’s eyes widened at her words, his breath hitching in his chest.

Isabella began to pant, “I’ll be your big, round fuck slut, waddling after Samantha. When she doesn’t need me, I’ll be under you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Fuck me and get me pregnant.”

“I’m cumming,” he told her.

“Good, let me ride it out of you,” Isabella said. “I want all of it, every last drop.”

Her hips picked up pace, her moans becoming louder, more urgent. “Come on, fill me up,” she urged, her eyes locked onto his. “I want to feel it; I want to feel your cum inside me.”

The old man’s cheeks reddened, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he began to piston his hips up to meet her, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Yes,” Isabella hissed, her eyes dark with lust. “That’s it, that’s it. Come for me. Cum inside me.

He began to cum inside her.

Isabella gasped as she felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit her cervix, her body shuddering in response. She could feel it, hot and thick, filling her up, and she relished the sensation.

The old man grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he thrust up into her, his cock pulsing as he came. Isabella could feel it, could feel him, filling her up, marking her as his as she pressed down onto him, both catching their breath.

After a while, he asked her to get his phone.

Isabella listened in as he made a call. “No, it went so much better than planned; the part is all yours sweetie. No, it was fun, and I think it will be fun; now go break a leg. The old guy said.

Isabella played with his hairy chest as he hung up.

“Can I ask you something?” she said with a wondering tone.

“Sure,” he sighed.

“What’s my future baby daddy’s name?” she asked.

He laughed, “I’m Gus; I’m Samantha’s agent. Now get some sleep.”

Isabella drifted off into a peaceful dream.

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