Deedee's Dangerous Liaison

"No, that's not true." She managed at last.

"And that's OK," Brett went on. "Because if you want to know what it's like to feel my cock up that tight, sweet pussy of yours, I'd be only too happy to show you."

He reached for her hand and placed it on his bulge. He was hot, pulsing, and impossibly hard. And, as much as Deedee wanted to be out of there, she couldn't ignore the flashes of desire rushing between her legs right at that moment.

She wanted so much to pull her hand away, but it was like she was paralyzed. Instead, she kept her fingers pushed firmly against Brett's erection, as he began grinding himself against her.

"Oh God..." she whispered, despite herself.

Her pussy was feeling sore, yet nothing was touching it. Every muscle in her cunt seemed to be contracting, it was like she was in some bizarre dream and she couldn't wake up - didn't want to wake up.

"You like that, huh?" Brett was purring, his hand gliding over her chest and up inside her T-shirt.

Deedee pushed her head back against the door.

"Stop..." she murmured, trying to sound meaningful. "Please, stop..."

"What?" Brett replied, pretending not to hear her.

"I don't want to...I don't want..."

But Brett was already sliding his britches down over his hips, and guiding her hand onto his bare, hot cock. She gasped as she wrapped her fingers around the whole girth of him, and Brett sucked in his breath at her tender touch.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "Just like that, baby. Come on now, come on..."

Deedee moved her legs slightly further apart as she felt Brett's fingers go probing between them. He slid the zip of her jeans down effortlessly, then pushed two fingers inside. Deedee never wore underwear, so Brett was delighted to find himself touching her naked pussy immediately.

"Oh, man...you naughty girl." he whispered, as he began fingering her. She was tight and moist and he couldn't wait to get his massive cock up there.

Deedee moaned and she began moving her hips. She could not believe she was doing this. It wasn't her doing this! Once or twice, the reality hit her - here she was, letting Brett Carrey do crazy things to her, things she'd only ever let her Frenchman do.

God this was so wrong!

"You want me to fuck you, say it." Brett urged her, as he pushed two, then three whole fingers up inside her. Deedee tried to talk but no words came out.

"Say it!" Brett demanded, his cock pushing up through Deedee's hand as she masturbated him.

"I want you to fuck me." she said, quietly.

"I can't hear you."

"I said I want you to FUCK me!" she repeated, finally finding her real voice.

Deedee had long since stopped worrying about whether or not anybody could hear them, despite there being just one thin door between them and the corridor.

"Yeah, that's better. You want my cock inside you, right now."

"I want it so bad."

"You need it now, don't you?"

"I really need it right now, this second!"

She dropped her hand from his cock and lifted her arms as Brett pulled her T shirt over her head with his free hand, then expertly unclasped her bra in one, seamless motion.

Her breasts exposed, Brett pulled his fingers roughly out of Deedee's cunt, dropped to his knees, then buried his face in her chest.

"First I'm going to get me some of these beautiful little titties." he declared, flicking his tongue back and forth between her small, pert breasts.

Deedee allowed herself to be caressed and teased, her pussy on fire. She didn't know how long she could wait now, she wanted Brett Carrey's cock high up inside her.

He pulled her jeans down over her ass and she stepped out of them quickly. Parting her legs further, Deedee giggled as Brett's thick hair tickled her belly as he sank even lower and took her cunt in his mouth. She gasped, sharply, as she felt his tongue stab itself up inside her and go searching around her dark tunnels.

"Jesus Christ..." she sighed, holding onto his shoulders for support.

She was aware that he was jerking himself off as he ate her out, and she was momentarily jealous that his cock was getting alternative attention.

"You taste so fine," Brett murmured between mouthfuls of her soft, juicy flesh. "I'm going to eat you all up."

"No," Deedee panted, unsure of how long she could hold off her climax. Her pussy ached so badly, she needed to satisfy it. "I need you to fuck me, right now. Oh God, please, I can't stand it..."

Satisfied at the power he seemed to have over her, Brett smiled and wiped her pussy juices from his mouth, then got to his feet as, outside in the corridor, Billy called everybody back to the stage.

"Looks like I gotta go." Billy said, reluctantly, reaching for his pants.

"No!" Deedee protested, dragging him back to her, her tits pushing up towards him, her nipples firm and erect. "You can't leave, not like this."

"You can finish yourself off, if you like, honey." Brett replied. "I'd be happy to watch."

"Don't tease me. Oh Jesus, please...!"

She reached for his hand and placed it between her legs, which were damp, hot and sticky already. But he pulled away.

"Can't keep Princess Diva Bitch waiting, my life won't be worth living..."

And within seconds, Brett Carrey had dressed and replaced his wig, and was marching back to the stage, whistling as he went, leaving a stunned Deedee standing in the middle of the room, naked but for her boots and embarrassment.

4. Impatience

It took a while for her to calm her swollen pussy. Ironic as it appeared to her, Deedee had been too self-conscious to masturbate herself to orgasm, and she knew her sudden modesty made absolutely no sense at all. All that did make sense, was that Brett Carrey was a tease, a cad, whatever else she cared to think of him. And she was like a bitch on heat. She couldn't stop thinking about what it would have been like to fuck him, to have him fuck her. She would probably have let him do anything to her. Her pussy was getting sore again just thinking about it. But she also knew she'd have been just one of many, and that wouldn't have felt good in the long run, no matter how good a fuck he was.

Deedee remained in the store room for the rest of the day. Indeed, she locked herself in so no-one could find her, hoping that people would assume she'd gone home early. She may even have fallen asleep as, before she even knew it, her daydreaming had brought her to 9pm, and she realized she had not heard any movement in the theater for quite some time.

Unlocking the door, Deedee peered out down the corridor. Darkness and silence.

Semi-relieved, she crept over to Rachel de Silva's dressing room, and was pleased to see it all locked up, as was the props closet and the main office. Relaxing, Deedee returned to her 'office' and packed her bag to leave. In the small mirror on the wall, she caught her reflection - her cheeks were flushed, her hair disheveled and her T shirt struggling to contain her breasts, which seemed to have swollen to twice their normal size.

She lifted her T shirt up and took a proper look. Her nipples were still erect from the arousals of earlier and, as she touched and teased them, a wave of desire flooded between her legs. She knew she still needed satisfying, and she could not wait any longer.

Knowing she was alone, Deedee sat down on the desk and lifted her legs up onto the chair. Spreading her knees, she began stroking herself through her jeans, but the fabric was too thick and she could not feel much sensation. Sighing, Deedee wriggled out of her jeans and dropped them on the floor. Then, she swiveled around on the desk so she could see could see her whole reflection, her cunt staring back at her from the mirror as she opened her legs wide. She was already wet, her clit already swollen. Deedee knew it would not take her long to cum.

Balancing on the desk, her back to the edge, Deedee studied herself as she began to masturbate. She'd never played with herself like this before. She'd always closed her eyes, leaned her head back, lost in her own little world. But now, seeing her fingers touch and rub at her bud, watching how her whole pussy became engorged and swollen at each touch and sensation, it was ten times as erotic to her.

She arched her back slightly, as she felt her clit respond to her touch.

"Oh God...mmm, oh Jeez..." she moaned, as she began to writhe on the desk, unable to keep still.

Then...a knock on the door.

Deedee froze.

"Hello?" came a male voice, muffled, almost distant.

"Who is it?" Deedee called back, unsure of whether to move.

"It's Billy." the director replied. "I was just locking up, I thought everyone was gone. Can I come in?"

Deedee looked at her reflection in the mirror once more, then span back round and laid her feet back on the chair, her legs akimbo, her pussy still bare and absolutely desperate to cum.

"That depends..." she found herself saying.

"On what?"

She could hear the amusement in his voice.

"I think I might have something to say to you after all." Deedee continued, biting her tongue in wild anticipation. This was a crazy gamble, but she wasn't in her right mind. All bets were off.

"You do?" Billy shouted through the door. "Well that's great. What is it?"

"Come in, and I'll tell you."

Deedee took a deep breath, removed her T shirt and bra, then straightened her back, opened her legs wider on the desk and let her feet fall off the chair.

She watched as the handle descended slowly and the door began to open.

"Deedee?" Billy said cautiously. "Are you OK?"

And then he was standing there before her, the shock on his face politely fleeting.

"Wow..." he whistled under his breath. "OK then..."

"Don't you want to know what it is I have to say?"

She didn't move a muscle as she felt Billy's eyes drinking in every inch of her.

"I guess I do, yeah, sure..." he replied, his hands gripped on the document bag that hung from his shoulder.

"I need you to fuck me." she said, blankly.

"Uh-huh."

"Right now, I can't wait. I'm so horny it's actually painful. I can't help it, I need to cum, and I need to cum before I die of the agony."

She touched her clit and moaned as her pussy responded.

"Jesus..." was all Billy could say, but Deedee was pleased to see he was already putting down his bag and removing his coat.

He shut the door behind him.

5. The Director's Cut

Deedee leaned back against the mirror as Billy stepped towards her. He'd dropped his coat where he'd stood and was now kicking off his shoes and unzipping his pants.

"Well you're a sly one." he smiled at her, unable to take his eyes from her perfect little breasts.

Deedee slid herself to a ninety degree angle and laid down flat on the desk. She leaned her head casually towards the mirror, her eyes just inches from her own reflection, as she watched Billy remove his pants and shirt and step closer to her. His cock was getting hard, fast. He pumped himself a little as he stood over her prone body, and Deedee turned back to face him. As Billy held his erection over her face, Deedee reached up to stroke him. Her touch was electric.

"Oh sweet Jesus..." Billy sighed, his hand reaching down to her belly, stroking her stomach, then pressing down between her legs. The sensation of his fingers on her cunt made Deedee arch her back instantly.

"Fuck..." she panted, eager not to cum too soon, but she was wound so tight, a feather could have set her off.

To distract herself, she opened her mouth and lifted her head slightly from the desk.

"Fuck my mouth." she demanded.

Billy couldn't believe his luck. Obeying with relish, he kneeled up onto the chair, then pushed his cock gently into Deedee's mouth. His thighs trembled slightly, as her hot moistness enveloped his shaft, taking him all the way to the hilt. He looked directly into her deep, green eyes, then wrapped his fingers around her thick, red hair, lifting her head closer to him, pushing his cock deeper down into her throat.

"Mmmm...mmmmm..." he moaned, as he found his rhythm. After two quick thrusts, he'd plunge his thick, swollen shaft down into her mouth, then pull it back out for her to lick and blow and suck on his tip. It was ecstasy, he'd never been blown like this before, not even by Rachel.

"Oh you're special..." he smiled, as he continued to fuck her face.

Deedee smiled as she deep-throated him, the fever in her pussy subsiding slightly.

She turned her body so she was lying on her side. With each thrust of his cock into her mouth, Deedee made sure to attend to his balls, too. They were massive, and hard as boulders. Pulling herself off him for a moment, she feasted on these two huge rocks, as she let Billy caress and stroke her tits.

"I can't wait any longer..." Deedee gasped, looking up at Billy with her huge doe-eyes. "I need your cock inside me right now."

She slid up to a sitting position, her legs spread wide in front of her, and pulled Billy close, his cock standing to attention, slapping against her pussy.

"God, yes..." Billy smiled, staring at her fresh, pink mound. "Give me some of that juicy honey."

He gripped her shoulders and positioned himself in front of her, as Deedee leaned back and prepared for him to enter her.

Tapping the entrance to her cunt with his swollen tip, Billy probed at her opening, then slid himself part way inside her, eager to feel her tightness. And she was very tight, to his huge delight.

"Oh man, you're all ready for me."

"All ready, baby, ready as hell. Do it, do it now."

Deedee let her head fall back, as Billy took one last look at her tits, which were thrust up towards his face, then he rammed the rest of his cock up into her cunt.

"GOD!" Deedee cried out. "FUCKING HELL!"

The mirror rattled and slammed against Deedee's back as Billy began to pound her pussy.

She was hot and wet and so, so deep, each thrust threatened to send his balls up inside her, too. He couldn't get enough.

"Oh yeah...come on! COME ON!" he began shouting, his breaths coming thick and fast now.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Deedee screamed, the air being sucked from her lungs with every pump of his cock inside her.

Deedee managed to catch sight of herself in the mirror as Billy Kramer fucked her like a man possessed. Her eyes were wild, like a tigress, bright and unyielding. She felt bewitched and more alive than she thought it was possible to be.

"You feel so good..." she panted, as each thrust of his cock speared her cunt. "You're so big, you're filling me up."

Billy caught her staring at their reflection, Deedee's tits rocking back and forth on her chest as he pummeled her. He reached under her to take her ass in his hand, he loved how it fit into his palm perfectly, like it was molded especially for him.

"You're so beautiful," he gasped as he found his rhythm. "You're my filthy little intern."

"Yes," Deedee replied, smiling up at him, "I'm your dirty little backstage bitch. Don't stop, don't ever stop."

She hung her head as Billy gripped her hips so he could pound even deeper up into her cunt. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his chest, the dark, soft hair that sat there growing damp and hot.

"You feel my cock in your throat, huh?" he asked, leaning his mouth down to Deedee's ear.

"Oh yeah," she replied, licking her lips, You're going right through me, your huge, fat cock, I can't get enough of it."

Billy pumped faster, as he wound his fingers around Deedee's flame-red hair and began riding her like a mare.

"Fuck my ass," Deedee suddenly demanded. "Oh God I need you in my ass, now!"

Billy didn't need to be asked twice.

Sliding his cock out of her pussy, his erection loomed over her butt as she spun around and parted her ass cheeks. Billy sucked through his teeth as he saw her perfect, pink asshole staring right back at him.

"Oh baby..." he cooed, exploring her opening with his finger.

Pushing inside gently, Deedee moaned at the sensation, loving how every nerve ending of her asshole seemed to clench around Billy's finger.

"Oh yes..." she sighed, pushing her ass back onto him to take him all the way in to the knuckle. "That's driving me crazy..."

She tossed her hair back as she felt Billy's finger probe and explore inside her ass.

"I need your cock," she gasped, her breaths becoming shorter, quicker. "Jesus, Billy, don't make me beg you."

She reached a hand underneath her and began masturbating herself as Billy got into position, his massive erection hovering impatiently over her asshole.

"You sure you can take this, baby?" he whispered, tapping at her opening. "That pretty little asshole sure looks inviting, I don't know if I can hold myself back."

"I said fuck me!" Deedee implored, lifting her ass even higher, desperate to feel his cock inside her.

"Yes, ma'am..." Billy replied, giving himself a little pump, before pushing the tip of his cock slowly inside her ass, then pausing for a moment. "You're so hot, so goddamn hot..."

"B-Billy!" Deedee stuttered, "FUCK ME!"

And she buried her head between her arms as Billy rammed his cock up inside Deedee's ass. The pain ripped through her and she felt the breath evaporate from her lungs as Billy pulled himself back out, then hammered into her again.

"JESUS! Oh JESUS!" Deedee screamed, the force of Billy's fucking rocking the desk from side to side. "Yes! Yes! Oh God YES!"

Deedee tried to pull herself a little more upright, keen to feel Billy's cock in her stomach, as he tightened his grip on her hips, and hammered into her with short, sharp thrusts. She worked her cunt into a frenzy, pushing her fingers up inside herself as Billy fucked her as relentlessly.

"Your ass is so tight..." Billy was panting, "So tight and hot, and my cock loves it, it loves it so much...!"

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Deedee moaned, as she felt Billy's hands on her breasts, squeezing tight, pulling her back toward him.

"You like that? You like that? Huh? Tell me how much you like that...!"

"I love it, oh God I love it so much!"

"I'm going to cum in your ass..."

"Yes! Oh God yes, please cum in my ass!"

"Gonna cum in your dirty fucking ass!"

"I'm cumming.. I'M CUMMING! Oh Jesus, Oh GOD!"

The chair crashed to the floor as Billy pushed down on Deedee's shoulders, forcing her cheek into the rough wood of the desk. She grabbed for his other hand and thrust it between her legs, where Billy pushed his fingers up inside her just as she climaxed violently, her whole body shuddering underneath him, as he tried to keep his cock rammed up her ass.

"JESUS! OHHH! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Billy felt Deedee's juices flood down his fingers as she came on his hand, her cunt contracting around him as she released herself and surrendered to her orgasm.

"Billy...Billy...Billy..." she was panting, as her legs trembled and he felt her body begin to go limp.

Pulling his soaking wet hand back to Deedee's hips, Billy pressed his fingers hard into her flesh and began fucking her ass even harder, desperate to cum.

"I'm gonna explode in your ass, baby..." he began panting, his thumbs pinning her to the desk. "Here I come, I'm gonna fill you up till you're drowning...oh God, oh God, OHH SWEET JESUS!"

And he let out an almost animal cry as Deedee felt him ejaculate inside her, the warm wave of his semen flooding her ass until she felt his hotness from head to toe. His orgasm was violent and unrelenting, as he banged his cock up into her in short, deliberate thrusts, determined to squeeze every last drop of him into her body.

When he was done, he stayed there, his cock in her ass, as they caught their breath, then they looked at each other in the mirror, their faces damp, their hair stuck to their skin and their chests heaving, fighting to fill their lungs with air once more.

Eventually, Billy slid himself out of her as Deedee turned to face him, her mouth wet and hot, her face flushed with satisfied desire. He placed an absent hand on her mound and stroked her, tenderly. Her cunt felt like it would erupt again. Reaching down, she pressed his palm to her pussy and closed her eyes.