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  PLAY WITH ME

  A collection of five erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  ISBN 9781908006332

  Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  These stories were originally published in Seduce Me

  published by Accent Press Ltd – 2008

  ISBN 9781906125929

  Contents

  Play With Me Dakota Rebel

  Merrilee And The PM Eleanor Powell

  The Nerd Herd Sommer Marsden

  Leading Lady Alex Severn

  Red's Threesome Fantasy Red

  Play With Me

  by Dakota Rebel

  It was the final night of the play and all of us cast members were in high spirits. We’d spent two straight weeks together, rehearsing in the morning for the evening performances. We’d become a pseudo-family in this short time, but it was nice to have been with like-minded people for so long. I knew I would be sad when the curtain fell tonight, knowing that my time with these people was over. But at the same time it would be a relief to end the gruelling schedule I had put myself on.

  I had been thrilled to receive the leading role in the story, and even more excited to be playing across from Tony Sherard, international star of the stage. When I auditioned I had been trying out for just a bit part, but after the director saw how well Tony and I had gotten along between scenes, he’d decided the chemistry would be perfect in front of an audience. So rather than having five lines in one scene, I had been offered the part of Ramona, concubine to Raul, who apart from having the majority of the speaking lines in the show, also had to get naked and pretend to have sex with Tony on stage in front of an audience every night and twice on Saturday.

  I must admit this was not much of a hardship on my part. Tony was gorgeous. Black hair, dark skin, piercing green eyes … yeah, I can think of a million worse gigs than the one that fell in my lap that day.

  But this was our final night, the last time I would ever get under the sheets with my hunky co-star. And it made me a little sad. I would miss the weight of a man on me every night, even if it had only been acting, even if he’d had his ‘privacy sock’ on every time we were together. It was the closest I would ever come to having sex with a celebrity … and after tonight it would be over.

  “Alright people.” Cisco, the director had been frantically running around backstage, shoving cast members out of his way, screaming at the make-up and wardrobe girls, and basically being a gigantic asshole since the curtain had gone up on our final show. “This is it you two.” He pointed at Tony and I who had been trying like hell to stay out of his way all night. “Your final show, the last nude scene of the play. I want it believable, you need to sell it to these people. I want people walking out of here wondering if you were actually fucking under those sheets tonight. I want the whole town talking about you two tomorrow. Got it?”

  “Got it,” we said together.

  I looked at Tony who just grinned at me. We were both wearing robes, but within minutes we would walk naked onto the stage, meet at the bed and crawl under the sheets where his ‘sock’ was waiting. But I would still be uncovered and open to him.

  It had been embarrassing for me the first few times, we were allowed to at least wear underwear during rehearsal, but when I had been naked and under him … well it may be harder for a man to hide his arousal but there are signs for a woman as well. I had been terrified he would smell how wet the feel of him against me had made my pussy. Or that on the few occasions his cloth clad dick brushed me that it would become soaked with my juices. Luckily, if he ever noticed he hadn’t said. And the more we did the scene, the more relaxed I became with him. Oh, I still got wet when he was on me, but there were times I got wet around him fully dressed so there was nothing I could do about that anyway.

  The lights backstage dimmed a few times, announcing that our scene was coming up. I took a deep breath and dropped the robe, turning to watch Tony do the same next to me. He grinned at me then kissed my forehead.

  “You’ll be great. Don’t worry. And after tonight you’ll never have to deal with my accidental erections again.”

  I watched him walk away, stunned into silence by his words. I had never noticed him getting hard for me before. I must have been too preoccupied with my own situation. Damn, it would have been nice to know before tonight that he had been turned on by the scene as well.

  I ran to the wings to take my mark, not wanting to miss the cue on closing night and face the wrath that was Cisco for it. I caught Tony wink at me from across the stage and the music started. We walked onto the stage, meeting in the centre where he took my hands in his and stared down into my eyes.

  “Ramona,” he said, his voice more hoarse than I had ever noticed before. “Tonight you will be mine, I will take you to my bed and I will mark you as my equal, my love, my Queen.”

  “Raul,” I said, noticing that my voice had a shake to it tonight. “Tonight I will take you inside me as I have done a hundred times before. But this time let it be the beginning of our forever.”

  OK, so the dialogue sucked. I hadn’t taken the part to impress anyone, I just needed a few more credits on my resume before I headed off for New York. I was hoping that the play, even though Tony was in it, would be far enough off the map that it wouldn’t come back to haunt me later.

  We climbed into the bed with Tony crawling over me as he had done so many times before. He reached between us, I assumed to find the sock that was hidden there, but I had to stifle a gasp when his finger played up the slit of my pussy instead. He met my eyes with a small smile and I returned it, wondering what he was doing but not wanting to ruin the scene.

  I could feel the familiar wetness between my legs, but this time I did notice that Tony was aroused too. His cock had grown full and hard against my thigh, his pre-cum burning on my skin where it trailed when he moved.

  Fortunately the scene had no lines, just a few sighs and moans where we felt appropriate. When his finger started to make hard circles over my clit I knew that I would never have remembered any words if I’d had to say them anyway.

  I felt him slide something down his cock and sighed, thinking he had put the sock on and was done messing with me for the night. I thought it had probably just been closing night antics, something I had been warned about from other cast members with more stage acting experience.

  So I was shocked when he dropped down to whisper in my ear.

  “Don’t worry, I brought a condom.”

  I felt my eyes widen in surprise, before I could whisper back to him, to say yes or no or ask what the fuck he was thinking, he raised himself up with his palms on the mattress and slid inside me.

  My back arched in surprise, the feel of him stretching my pussy open with his impressive cock momentarily making me forget that we had an audience. My fingers gripped into the sheets as my eyes squeezed shut and a low, guttural moan escaped my lips.

  When I opened my eyes my head was turned toward the crowd and even through the haze of the stage lights I could see people in the front row talking amongst themselves. Well, Cisco had wanted us to sell it and these people were apparently going to get a hell of a show.

  My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized that I was having sex on stage in front of more than a hundred strangers. I knew that I had no choice but to go on with it now, and it wasn’t as if fucking Tony Sherard was a bad thing, but if I’d had to choose how it happened I don’t think it would
have been in public.

  He was moving faster now, slamming himself inside me harder than I’d been fucked in a long time. His hands were gripped in the top sheet, holding it tightly so that it wouldn’t slip off and announce to the auditorium that we were no longer acting.

  The scene was only supposed to be about five minutes long, and judging from the forcefulness of his movements he didn’t plan on it taking any longer than that tonight. That was fine with me. I was already so close to coming I didn’t know how I was going to control myself for much longer.

  Tony shifted his hips, the new angle causing the head of his cock to rub over and over that sweet spot inside me so quickly that stars were starting to appear in my vision. His face dropped down to mine and his mouth captured my lips, forcing them apart with his tongue, kissing me as if feeding from me.

  He moved his mouth down my jaw, moving toward my ear so he could whisper to me again.

  “Do you like me fucking you in front of all of these people? I’ve dreamed about the smell of your pussy for weeks. Every night I’ve wanted to do this to you. Fuck you, feel your tight pussy gripping my cock, take you right here on stage.”

  His words caused things low in my body to constrict, and he growled when I clenched down on his cock. One, two, three more thrusts inside me and the world exploded.

  I screamed, clawing at his arms and no longer caring that we had an audience, that all of these people probably knew we really were fucking up on that stage in front of them. All I cared about was the feel of his cock inside me, his breath hot on my ear, his chest heaving and his own rhythm faltering as he came close to coming for me … because of me.

  He didn’t last much longer, his body stiffening over mine, moaning as he filled the condom so forcefully I could feel it hot and thick as if the latex wasn’t even there. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing erratic as he dropped a few awkward kisses on any part of my skin he could find.

  The usual polite applause we usually received at the end of that scene became a roar through the audience. My face flushed again as I turned to see that the people had risen to their feet in a standing ovation this play had never deserved. There were cat-calls and howls from the room and if possible my face grew even hotter in embarrassment.

  I turned back to Tony when he started struggling under the sheet. He gave me a small smile before climbing out of the mattress with a hand out to help me as well. I couldn’t help a quick glance down at his cock and smiled at the thought that he had to have left the condom on the bed. I could only hope he would retrieve it before the prop guys dismantled the set.

  We took our bows and walked as casually as we could offstage, accepting our robes from a teary-eyed Cisco in the wings. The curtain fell and the applause and shouts from the crowd grew even louder.

  “Get out there!” Cisco was beaming at us both. “That’s your curtain call.”

  Tony took my hand again and led me out to the centre of the stage where the curtain came back up to show the audience still on their feet. We gave a few more bows and headed back to the wings to join the rest of the cast.

  “That was amazing,” Cisco said hugging us both and giving us wet kisses on our cheeks. “You two have been holding out on me.”

  The rest of the cast walked past, shaking our hands and murmuring their approval at our ‘acting skills’ as they headed off to the wrap party Cisco had arranged. We promised to meet up with them later and one by one everyone left. I sighed in relief as I headed to my dressing room and saw that Tony was indeed going to remove all evidence of our tryst from the stage.

  I dressed quickly, for some reason not wanting to be naked when Tony came to my room. Which I knew he would. And a few minutes later the small knock on the door let me know I was right.

  He opened the door before I could answer him, and that was fine. He’d just had his cock inside me, there wasn’t much modesty I could pretend to have any more.

  “I hope you’re not mad at me,” he said softly, shutting the door behind him.

  “No, not at all. I was a little surprised, but no. It was nice.” I felt like an idiot. I had no idea what to say to him now. I mean honestly, what do you say to a man you have sex with for the first time in front of a room full of people? Someone should write a book about that.

  “Good. I really like you. I realize that I probably should have warned you, or even asked you. But I don’t know. It just seemed like the right thing to do. You know, close the show with a … bang.”

  I laughed. He was just as nervous as I was, and for some reason that made the situation better. I held out my hand and he took it, laying a light kiss on it before letting go.

  “Tony, it was perfect. Something I will never forget. Do you think they know?”

  “The audience, or the cast?”

  “Everyone.”

  “No. Oh, they’ll wonder for the rest of their lives if they just saw us have actual sex or if we are just great actors. But no, I don’t think they know for sure.”

  I nodded, relieved that it wouldn’t get back to my family that I’d fucked a man on stage in front of an audience. As if I wasn’t mortified enough at having done it, and enjoyed it, I didn’t need people knowing for sure that it had happened.

  “Well, are you going to the party?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I thought I might stop by and say goodbye. You?”

  “Well, I don’t usually, but sure. Can I give you a ride?” He winked and I laughed.

  I was glad that the situation didn’t feel awkward between us. I knew that I would probably never see him again, but I didn’t think I would ever be sorry that it had happened. Memories are half the fun of doing stupid things anyway.

  “Yes, I would love a ride.”

  Merrilee And The PM

  by Eleanor Powell

  ‘Hey Merrilee, remember me?’ Pete asked, coming up behind her and planting a kiss on the back of her neck. ‘You’re supposed to be married to me not that computer.’

  ‘Oh darling, please don’t be a grouch,’ she said coaxingly. ‘Just let me see what this email is from Spanking Swingers.’

  ‘Ok, let’s see together,’ Pete lifted his long leg astride the chair she was sat on. ‘Hutch up a bit,’ he said.

  Merrilee could feel something sticking into her back. She wriggled against it feeling his hardness. ‘What’s making you so horny?’ she laughed.

  ‘I can’t imagine,’ he said, putting his arms around her, cupping her pert breasts in his big hands.

  ‘Ouch,’ she squealed as he tweaked her nipples. He laughed.

  ‘Go on then, click on the link,’ he said.

  With a couple of clicks, they were on the Spanking Swingers Site.

  ‘Right, I got to log in,’ she said. ‘My User Name is … ‘ She suddenly stopped dead. ‘I can’t remember my User Name,’ she wailed.

  ‘Merrilee, you idiot,’ he said standing up. ‘Maybe a warm bottom will improve your memory.’

  Pulling her off the chair they had just been sharing, while holding onto her wrist, he turned the chair around – sitting down on it, he pulled her over his knee.

  Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down on her upturned right bottom cheek – quickly followed by his hand landing on her left cheek.

  ‘Owwwwwwwww!’ she shrieked. ‘That bloody hurt.’

  Putting his mouth close to her ear, ‘Guess what?’ he whispered. ‘It was meant to.’

  ‘This is so unfair,’ she protested. ‘It’s any excuse to spank me.’

  ‘It’s for your own good. I’m just helping you to improve your memory.’

  ‘Piss off,’ she said.

  ‘Merrilee, using language like that to me is never a good idea, especially when you’re in that position.’ He flipped up the back of her dress, revealing virginal white satin knickers. Running his hands over her bottom cheeks, he said, ‘You sure know how to turn a man on, don’t you, darling?’

  His right hand was busy smoothing out the wrinkles in her satin kn
ickers. He pulled them up until they were taut across her bum cheeks. Then his fingers tucked her panties into the crack between her cheeks. As he carried on pushing the material into her extremely wet pussy, she was squirming about over his knee.

  Then without warning, he again raised his right arm and brought his hand down on the top of her thigh. ‘Not there, not there,’ she shouted.

  ‘Ok, is this better?’ he brought his hand down in the dead centre of her quivering bottom cheeks. ‘And here’s another to match the other.’

  ‘Hell! You’re a sadist,’ Merrilee wriggled and writhed over his knee.

  ‘And you have masochistic tendencies, my darling,’ he retorted. ‘Otherwise you wouldn’t keep needing a spanking.’

  ‘As if?’ she said.

  ‘Have you remembered your User Name yet?’

  ‘I can’t think straight while you’re spanking me,’ she said, renewing her efforts to escape his stinging hand.

  ‘You can protest all you want, my sweet, but being spanked turns you on big time,’ he said.

  ‘No it doesn’t.’

  ‘Hmmm! So why are my trousers getting so wet?’

  ‘Not my fault if you’re not potty trained yet,’ she laughed. ‘Owwww! You lousy rotten sod,’ she said, as he landed another six spanks on her hot tingling bottom.

  His big hard hand had stopped spanking her. Now he was gently rubbing her hot cheeks. ‘Let’s get these out of the way,’ he said, hooking his finger into the waistband of her knickers and pulling them down to her ankles – then right off. He tossed the scrap of white satin across the room.

  His finger slipped easily into her very wet pussy and, finding her clit, he began to stroke it.

  ‘Oh, Pete,’ she gasped. ‘I’m going to come, but it feels so strange. I-I nearly passed out just then,’ she tried to explain. ‘And I think I have just pissed myself.’

  Pete laughed. ‘You’re such an innocent, aren’t you? I just found your G Spot.’