Becky
written by:
jon_pilgrim

1

When the letter dropped through the letterbox and onto the floor I ran forward and eagerly ripped the envelope apart. There in black and white, on the page was the result I had longed for, I was being offered the lead female role in a new play called 'Teachers Dilemma' starring none other than Duncan Wright. OMG I declared and without thought penned a reply saying I would accept the role and signed on the dotted line. Later when the script came through I was suddenly struck by the fact that the lead was in fact a loose young woman and her character was way out of my comfort zone. I needed help. I rang the only person who I thought may be able to help and that was Sam, my priest.

'Wow, 'she declared that's fantastic, 'you'll be in the West End before we know it, and to think you'll be acting opposite Duncan Wright, it's a great break.'

'I know , I know. It's just that Helen, my character is a bit liberal with her sexuality and in one scene she has to be naked and show off everything.'

'You mean everything?'

'Yes, everything, the whole of my fanny. Shit I was so keen to get the job I never even thought what it might entail. No wonder I got the role, bet no one else wanted it.'

'Hey don't think like that, you'll be great and then you'll be able to chose your roles. Tell you what, why don't you meet a friend of mine called Jon, he'll be able to help you into the role. He knows some women who are in that profession.'

'You mean hookers?'

'I dare say but really I meant women who work as hostesses in night clubs , that kind of thing.'

'You think he'll help?'

'Oh yes, knowing Jon he'll help.'

'Well I suppose I should at least give it a go. I do need advice.'

2

It's all set up. I am to meet him at Starbucks and will recognise him by his height and presence. For the meeting I have dressed to make an impression. I put on my tight figure hugging jeans with heels that will show off my long legs and rounded butt. A simple white shirt unbuttoned enough to intrigue and a jacket finish off the effect. I look at myself in the mirror turning this way and that and I feel okay. When I enter Starbucks I scan the room and I see him almost immediately.I'm sure I know him from some event in the past when I was much younger. As I walk over to his table I sense the eyes of men looking in my direction, checking me out wondering if I am good enough to shag. When I wave at him all eyes turn on the object of my attention. Jon's eyes never leave mine as if I am the centre of his world. He gets up from his seat and holds out a hand.

'Jon Pilgrim,' he says.

'Becky Norman,' I reply.

'You want a coffee or something?'

'Medium Skinny Latte please.'

'Skinny Latte it is,' and he makes his way to the counter.

I look across at him. He isn't handsome but he wears a confidence that gives him the air of a man who is content with himself. He won't have trouble with women. I find myself preening my blond curly hair for him and smile at myself. When he comes back he suddenly smiles.

'Becky Norman, we've met before.'

'Have we?' I ask playing along after remembering where it was we met.

'Yes, we met at a party years ago. If I recall I tried to take you upstairs.'

'And did you?'

He shakes his head,'no, you said you had a boyfriend and declined my offer.'

I was right and I try to keep my thoughts to myself. Looking at him now I know I should have gone upstairs with him.

'Sam says you need help with some role you're playing,' he continues.

'Yes, I've got this lead part in a play and the role involves being a loose woman with gutter morals and I've no idea how these women act and think. Also I have to be completely nude at one point and the whole thought of what I've let myself in for fills me with dread.'

He thinks for a moment before saying ,'What you need is a trip to Streetwalkers, it's a club I know.'

'A sex club? I don't think so.'

'I thought you wanted to know about how women who frequent these places think. Don't you want to talk to them? Look if you don't want help fine, no one is forcing you.'

I muse his words for a moment and realise he's right,' I know, I'm sorry, I'm just a bit unsure. Not the best of starts is it?'

'You'll be fine, promise. First you need to dress appropriately so you don't stand out like a sore thumb. That will be your first test, wearing something daring in public.'

'Will a ten inch skirt do?'

'Bit shorter if you can.'

'You're joking right?'

He shakes his head. 'Nope, six inch worn off the hips.'

'That's not a skirt it's a pelmet.'

'Some of us like it.'

'I bet you do,' I say.

He laughs,'so are we on?'

I hesitate but then say,'yes,you're right,if I'm to find out I should go and see what it's like. It's just I've got that first night nerves feeling.'

'As I say, you'll be just fine.'

I wish I had his confidence. We chat about the past and he's interested in my acting career as we finish our coffee.

'Oh and another thing,' he says as he leaves, 'you'll need to get rid of the tash below.'

Charming.

3

Three days later I'm in a taxi heading for the club with a clean shaven pussy covered with a thong. I have rather large labia so they tend to peak out of the crotch. I'm wearing a long coat to hide my embarrassment at the skimpy outfit underneath. It's a six inch tartan skirt that is way too short with hold up stockings and heels to die for. My white see through top is open to the waist and having B cup breasts I wear can it without a bra. When I get there Jon is waiting for me. I can't help flashing him a length of leg with stocking top as I get out of the cab.

'Nice,' are his first words as he greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek whilst his hand checks me out.

'No bra, okay?' I ask him rather too pointedly.

'Perfect,' he replies guiding me into the club and not taking the bait.

Inside I feel my jaw dropping. Jon was right there's all kinds of breasts on show with some that should be properly secured never mind swinging to and fro. And the length of skirts are more like those you see on a fairy at the top of a Christmas tree. I'm relieved of my coat and looking around I no longer feel that I'm the only sex freak showing off my body to the world. Here I'm just one of many. Jon takes me over to meeet one of the waitresses.

'Becky, let me introduce you to Pixie. Pixie, Becky.'

'Pleased to meet you Becky,' says the young curvy busty blond.

She has her shirt tied under her breasts with naked midriff and a pair of high cut shorts that have little material at the groin.

'Let me show you to your table,' says Pixie 'and this is a bottle of champagne on the house.'

She leads the way and I follow her with Jon.

'Is that what I think I see?' I ask Jon staring at Pixie's rear as she bends over to place the bottle on the table.

'Yes, that's her pussy you can see. Beautiful, isn't it?'

It may be but no way could I flash off my privates like that. I guess I have a lot to learn. Having been seated, Jon asks Pixie to stay a while.

'Becky's is doing some research for a part she's playing in a stage play and would like to ask you some questions if that's ok?'

'Sure,' she says sitting by me,' now what would you like to know?'

Jon makes himself scarce.

Pixie tells me it's all about confidence and desire. Did I know Jon's wife? She tells me she oozes sex appeal both through confidence and her sexual appetite and if I ever get the opportunity to meet her I should.

'These women want sex,' she continues, 'so if you're playing them you have to be so focussed on wanting and having sex that anything else doesn't matter. You'll have sex even if there's a risk of being caught. I hope you don't mind me saying I find you very attractive?'

I blush, 'no and thank you.'

'So what do you think of me? Can you see my pussy? I don't mind you looking, in fact I'd like you to. Here have another drink.'

She pours me another glass of bubbly and I down it in one needing some courage. No sooner is it empty than she fills it again.

'Don't be nervous, I'm only asking you to look. This is all part of your learning.'

The champagne is making me feel more relaxed and so I look, I mean, what could be the harm?

'Remember what I told you, you have to desire sex, you have to want it more than anything.'

'Is that what you're feeling?' I ask looking at her bare vulva that bulges out.

'Yes, that's just how I feel. You can touch me if you like, I won't bite. Go on, just a slight touch.'

I look at her in the eyes and then down at her crotch. As she said just a small touch nothing too drastic, so I do.

'That's nice,' she says, 'Do you mind if I touch your breast? I'd love to slip my hand inside your blouse.'

'No,' I say thinking it's all part of the training.

When her hand touches my nipple I shudder as it feels so good. I close my eyes and lean back enjoying the sensation. Her other hand is on my knee and I sense it gradually moving up my leg. It hovers at my stocking top. Now would be the time to say no so why don't I? Her fingers are on the move again and finally she touches my partially exposed labia.

'You're a very naughty lady,' I remark as she slips a finger inside me.

Well if she can, so can I and my finger wets with her juices as I enter her. We're in this position each of us fingering pussy when I hear a voice say, 'don't stop on my account.'

I quickly move my hand away and push her hand from my crotch. I look up, and see Jon has returned.

'If you're interested Pixie also does a great blow job, don't you Pixie? Why not show her how it's done.'

'With pleasuere,' she says, smiles and strips off her top.

With tits swinging she leaves me and gives Jon head. I look around thinking someone will object but around here there's no reaction at all. That is except me. I'm looking at her performing live and it's so arousing. I watch as she licks, sucks and plays with his cock helmet.

'Don't you think he has a fabulous cock?' she asks pulling back his foreskin, before burying his shaft into her mouth. 'Now your turn.'

'You've gotta be joking!'

'I thought you wanted to know how it felt. Well Becky, now's your chance. No one else is looking. Just think of what it will feel like taking him inside your mouth.'

I'm looking at nine inch of rigid cock and in the state I'm in I think 'what the fuck? I should do it.' and after downing the dregs of my drink, I kneel in front of him.

I just hope I don't regret this action but fuck it feels so good sucking such a mammoth cock. And in that moment I understand Pixie's words that you have to love it. I do and I'm in that zone where I don't give a flying fuck if I'm caught. It doesn't bother me when Pixie offers herself to Jon and he takes it. I let her mount him and adore the sight of his cock entering her hole. This is a new experience and in my aroused state I'm loving it.

'I need some cock,' I hear myself say and wonder who the hell this woman is I've suddenly become.

I straddle him and I'm aware of his cock hovering just above my genitals. I don't react when Pixie spreads my lips and I know that my hole is ready and waiting. They say that eye contact is one of the most sexual actions a couple can take. Well in my case I'm looking into his eyes and they're asking if this is what I want? My reply is simply to take his shaft inside me feeling his thickness stretching my cunt muscles as they in turn grip his member. I grind down on him oblivious to the fact I'm doing this in public. I think I'm in control until Pixie, the fucking bitch, starts sucking my nipple and ends up licking my clit whilst I'm being screwed. Having cock in me is one thing but having my pussy licked is something else and at this moment I want to taste Pixie.

'I want Pixie's cunt,' I say and I'm pushed down onto my back with Pixie's quim pressed firmly into my face whilst I'm still taking Jon in my front hole.

I eagerly lick between her flaps probing my tongue into her hole. In a matter of hours I've become the character in the play. I now understand what drives her needs. My body is fully aroused and I no longer care who sees me being fucked. This thought of not caring that people are looking at my cunt being violated by such a large cock is so far from my normal reaction that it enhances my climax and as the first wave overwhelms me I push my face into the juice soddened cunt of Pixie. I climb every peak as I orgasm, my cries stifled by her flooded gash. Pixie is licking out the cum from my oozing vagina when Jon asks if I want some more cock. I look down at his limp manhood.

'Not me, some guys I know.'

I thought my lust would have been satisfied but apparently not. I've said yes without batting an eyelid and I now find myself entering a pool room at a nearby public house called ' The Dying Swan'. There are four guys around the table. No one looks in our direction until the shot is played and there's a whoop as the winner punches the air.

'Hey Jon, where you been hiding? Fancy a game?'

'Hi Pete, good to see you,' and they hug. 'I've brought you guys a woman, this is Becky and she's learning the art of being a slut.'

They all look in my direction and I purposefully let my coat drop to the floor.

'Wow, that's some body you have there. What is it you want from us?'

'I want to learn how to play pool. Does someone have a cue for me?' I ask straight-faced.

An old guy called Tom offers me his cue. It's not the kind of cue I'm interested in but we'll see. I walk over to the table and bend over the table to set up the balls. I hear the click of the door being locked. Tom moves over to me and leans in close pretending to show me how to hold the cue. His hand runs down my back and says I need to adjust my bottom. When his hand touches my ass cheek it's an easy matter for him to touch my bulge and he gently pulls my thong to one side. My right leg is pushed onto the table whilst my left remains on the floor. I couldn't have my legs wider apart if I tried.

'Fuck would you look at that. That is one meaty pussy.'

'And just look at the length of her fanny lips.'

It only took one of them to sink his cock into me to encourage the others to do the same. I feel each one enter me. I groan with satisfaction and grunt with every insertion. Sex with strangers, letting them use me as I demand. I haven't felt so immoral as now. I have cock thrust in my mouth whilst I take cock from the rear. I hold cock in both my hands at the same time. I throw myself into being groped with nipples yanked and loving sperm hitting my face. The action only stops when they have had enough. The old man is the last one to fuck me. He has a donkey nob and don't I know it as he pushes it far up my tunnel. He's an expert is old Tom and he makes me climax when I thought I couldn't have another one. He then turns me round and pumps into my mouth until its spilling out. I can taste his cum in my mouth as I swallow it, not wishing to spit it out. I feel cum running down my leg. At last my pent up sexual desires are satisfied. Time to go home.

4

It is the night of the first performance when there's a knock on the my dressing room door.

'Yes, come in,' I call out.

'Hi Becky, just come to thank you for the seats at the front of the theatre. I've brought Nikki my wife she says she's looking forward to it. By the way, you look stunning.'

'So do you think my ten inch skirt is short enough?'

'Didn't think you'd be dressed as a schoolgirl.'

'Yes, I'm to seduce my teacher as part of the play.'

'Well it succeeds for me.'

'Do you think I should wear knickers or not?' I ask him spreading my legs and giving him a good look.

He takes the hint.

'You're asking for it doing that.'

'Come on then, fuck me, now, just before I go on stage. This way I'll definitely be in character. You do want to fuck me don't you?'

'Always,' he says and with that he's across my room pushing my makeup and other toiletries across the surface of the dressing table.

He lifts me up onto the cleared table. I quickly undo his waistband and drop his trousers. Jon looks at me in the eyes as I feel his shaft press into me. He cups my breast rubbing the nipple as he slowly pushes in and out of me. I am the total centre of his attention. Even when there is a knock on the door and a voice calls out 'fifteen minutes to curtain call' does he ever relax his desire for me. He doesn't care if he's caught screwing me and at that moment neither do I.

'Blow inside me,' I whisper in his ear and as he does so I look at his face and watch his eyes open wider as he ejaculates into me. I wait for a moment taking in what we've just done.

'And now you must go,' I tell him kissing him lightly on the cheek.

I clean myself up as best I can after he's left.

5

I see his wife Nikki in the second row. She's showing lots of cleavage in a tight red braless top. If I needed any further encouragement at being loose, seeing her gives it to me. As the play progresses I feel like the slut I'm supposed to be. When Duncan sticks his hand up my skirt he looks aghast as he touches real pussy. After that his performance soars. I know he wants me and I tease him mercilessly as he has to act in character and deny his feelings even when for a brief moment I am stark naked. As the curtain finally falls he almost drags me into my room and there up against the door he penetrates me until he discharges all his sexual desire into me. Now gratified he stands gasping for air. I quickly grab my vibrator out of my bag and give it to him. Not caring I stand legs apart , knees bent, leg muscles taut and let him slide the droning toy into me. Close up he watches the vibrator moving in and out of my crack, not believing his own eyes, as he brings me off in full view and I dribble juice down his arm. I clench my teeth and hold back a loud cry as my body floods with wave after wave. I smile and can't wait for the next performance.

As he leaves I notice there's a note on the floor by the door. I open the folded paper and read. It's from Nikki telling me how good she thought my performance was and how she would like to meet me. I smile at the thought. Idly, I taste the cum from my pussy and imagine her naked.

Perhaps I should broaden my experience of girl on girl action.