2 comments/ 137005 views/ 12 favorites It's A Wrap Ch. 01 By: Tomsparty Chapter 1 - A star is born 'Cut, It's a wrap,' the cameraman shouts. The room lights flicker on and the spots dim. The crew busy themselves with their equipment, Ben and the other guys quickly dress and Jack collects his cloths from the back of a make-shift directors chair. I look disheveled and feel totally dejected, still woozy from the chloroform. After being the centre of attention I'm now left alone to fend for himself. Thick cum dribbles from my arse as I subconsciously scoop a pair of crumpled lace panties off the floor. I recognise them immediately having been recently torn from my girlish hips in one of the hottest gay scenes Ben had ever filmed. For modesty I step delicately into them as Jack looks up and smiles. 'Can't find my trousers,' I moan. 'Some bastards nicked all my things.' Jack fondles his bulging cock though his jeans, zips his fly and tosses me the matching bra. 'You'd better dress back in this then or you'll catch your death.' I hesitate unsure what to do but with my hair in pig-tails, my body shaved, my butt sore and the past couple of hours of sissy abuse still etched on my mind I felt strangely submissive and compelled to dress like a woman. I stoop to pick the delicate bra up and as I do so... whomp! a lighting technician smacks my pantie covered butt, hard. The cameraman laughs as I reluctantly clip it round his waist. 'My, you do look pretty for a piece of shit whore.' Jack shouts throwing a glance at the cameraman and Ben. 'Yea, so good, dress him in a bikini and I could get the little cunt bitch a spot in any lads magazine.' Ben laughs nodding. 'He's the best you've bought me.' I guess you might think I'm mad but rather than be repulsed I secretly loved the idea of being photographed and ogled at. Yet I wasn't sure if they were kidding. 'Stop it,' I moan, 'enough is enough.' But they didn't stop and the room fills with their raucous laughter. I was confused - The thought of wearing matching panties and bra would have been unthinkable a few hours ago but now, slipping my slender arms into the spaghetti straps seemed the most natural thing to do. 'Oh!' I sigh savoring the coolness of the panties and the tightness of the bra as I look once more for my clothes. Bewildered and unsure what to do next I mince around the crew as they expertly dismantle the set and pack away their equipment. Jack chats to the cameramen as an unshaven studio hand roughly pinches my fleshy butt and points with a grimy hand to a stunning black mini dress hanging on a rail. 'That's yours darling,' he smirks slapping my butt in a demeaning way. 'Help yourself to the artists wardrobe,' he winks, 'It's your size. We bought it for your porno audition. We just never got round to dressing you in it.' I look at it carefully. It says cock sucking bitch all over it. 'We won't be needing it again today. Just make sure you bring anything you borrow back.' He looks at Ben who nods affirmatively. Feeling the cold I look to where he points. I had no idea what to expect but as the crew load their trucks outside the warehouse a cold wind whips around the studio and goose pimples spring up over my smooth, hairless body. I shiver. The artists wardrobe didn't offer much choice; a shoulder length blonde wig, some skimpy thongs, a transparent baby-doll, a red PVC mini skirt that resembled a wide belt, thigh-length red leather lace-up boots and a few pairs of dangerously high heels. I rummage further, searching for either my missing jeans or at least a pair of trousers. 'Hey! Cock sucker, You won't find anything other than faggot clothes there,' the unshaven man snorts. He's right. 'I'd like to see you in the dress, faggot,' he shouts aggressively giving me an encouraging nudge. I try to ignore his cry. 'Perhaps you'd prefer the black leather cat suit and bondage harness,' he laughs hysterically. Feeling pressured I reluctantly unhook the dress. Yet I'm lured to it like a moth to a zillion-watt light bulb. 'Good girl,' he coos, 'I knew you wouldn't be able to resist such a girly garment. Now squeeze your pretty butt into it so we can all see. Black and of a soft stretchy material. It was very sexy, the sort of dress a hooker desperate for a lay would wear. I shrug my shoulders and look down at my feminised, shaven body. With little choice I hold my breath and step into the tight dress marveling how it stretches as it covers my curves. As I suspect it fits like a glove as I drew it up over my slender thighs, I wiggle my hips, pull it over my narrow waist and slip my willowy arms through the tight sleeves. I felt wonderful, like a curvy young woman in a eye-wateringly skimpy outfit. The sort of outfit that had the words 'fuck me' on the back. Yet something wasn't right, I felt uncomfortable with my flat, deflated chest. Yes, I still wore the large cupped bra but the dress deserved to be filled with melon sized tits. I felt the need for a curvaceous body, I wanted the material stretched tightly over a huge womanly chest. I desperately wanted to boost my bust size. I look around the pile of clothes and to my surprise find some large gel-filled inserts. Delighted with my discovery I pack them into the lacy cups as if stuffing a turkey. The man slobbers like a bull-dog, scans me with his beady eyes and grins appreciatively as I knead them like bakers dough until they resemble an impressive pair of bulging tits. Satisfied, and now aware of an audience I sit on a stool, stretch my long slender legs and provocatively slid some sheer tights slowly up my smooth legs to the music that still played. 'Mmm!' They rasp deliciously and smelt so clean and fresh and felt remarkably comfortable compared to my rough dirty jeans. So good I soon forgot about their loss, despite being my only decent pair. Finally in front of my cock hard onlookers I carefully smooth the black lycra dress down with the palms of my hands, pausing deliberately at each major curve and step delicately into a pair of towering 4" heels. Which in itself was no mean feat unless I wanted to show my pretty panties. What happened next came as a total surprise. Was it the after effects of the chloroform or my butt bursting full of male sperm, my stretched sphincter or the salty taste of cock still lingering in my mouth that made the situation right? I didn't know but a wash of strange emotions flew over me. I didn't feel like poor diminutive, student Alex but more like wealthy, beautiful princess Alexia. Yet still something wasn't quite right! I felt my long bleached blonde hair that been tightly tied into two pig-tails either side of my head. I look at the artists rail again. Then I saw it. A beautiful shoulder-length wig. Delighted, I carefully picked it up and stretched it over my head. 'Perfect,' I mutter as if a high paid actress dressing for her starring role. As if in support I heard the guys gasp and with my transformation complete my body began to ache with excitement and my little cock hardened until it felt fit to burst. Sadly my imaginative princess was just a figment of my imagination as rather than an elegant and beautiful young lady I looked like a cheap whore. But I didn't care. I felt beautiful and sexy. Encased in the tight fitting lycra I posed, chest-out with lips puckered to Jack and all the guys. 'Is this what you wanted to see boys?' I cry. They clap enthusiastically and as an encore I merrily prance around the studio swinging my hips provocatively, stooping at the waist flashing my long slender legs and frilly lace panties at all the workforce. I must have looked a picture as they stood open mouthed, mesmerised to the spot. Yes I'd been set up and used as a girly porn star but now everything seemed right. I knew I looked frighteningly beautiful and now fully dressed I felt comfortable and sexy. I wanted to flirt outrageously, suck cock, have sex and be filmed in yet another x rated hot episode as 'piece of shit whore,' award winning blond bombshell. Yikes! What had become of me? Then it hit me like an express train as I laid on the mattress kicking my long legs in the air, flashing my gusset like Marlyn Monroe. I realised how Jack made his cash and how I too, if I play my cards right, could kiss my money worries goodbye. Like a women on a mission I pick myself up and flirt outrageously with the director Ben, fluttering my eyelids and touching his forearm gently. 'Baby,' I purr, ' I could be your star. Let me know when you want me again. Would you do that for me?' I try to be incredibly sexy, mouthing each word slowly with my brightly painted glossy lips. It worked. 'You're a top dog. I need a ‘piece of shit whore’ like you. Here's a bonus.' And to my surprise he stuffs another hundred dollars down my cleavage. 'Call it an advance. Buy yourself something pretty and I'll be in touch with Jack when I've another script. Stick with me bitch and you'll be earning a thousand dollars a week from your tight butt.' I shook my head in disbelief as suddenly I felt my butt pinched yet again. I twirl round to see Jack grinning like a Cheshire cat. 'Ben's right, Alex you're a fucking stunner... for a faggot,' he says, his eyes sparkling with lust. 'You may not know it but you're amazing. Where have you been all your life. You've kept yourself well hidden but you shouldn't. Now… what are you doing for the rest of the night? A faggot like you needs to be taken out.' It's A Wrap Ch. 02 Chapter 2 – Dressed to impress 'Too right,' says Ben, 'treat the little whore, keep her in a skirt, show her a good time just like a lady.' He smiles 'I'm delighted with the both of you. In fact take my Mercedes.' He tosses his car keys to Jack who catches them in stunned disbelief. I didn't know what to do, my mind a whirl of mixed emotions. I needn't have worried my pretty head as the decision was made for me. 'Wow!' Jack yells, 'Alex, You're coming out with me. I want to show both you and the car off.' He thought for a moment. 'I know just the place. And no is not an option.' He slaps my butt hard causing some cum to dribble from my sore buttocks and dampen my panties. Dumbfounded, I giggle nervously like a bashful, young girl on her first date. 'You'll be free to be who you want to be...' Jack smiles, 'Lose your inhibitions, learn how to pleasure yourself. It's obvious when you're in a skirt, the thing you want more than anything else is to suck cock and be shagged up the shitter.' Astonishingly I remain silent unable to speak as wearing the sexy dress and silky lingerie his suggestions seem very appealing. Jack got his coat. 'Before we go you'd better put some more slap back on. I've a reputation you know. I don't want everyone to think I'm dating an ugly dog.' 'But I haven't any,' I cry. Help was at hand as Jenny the make-up artist leapt almost magically from behind a camera with a huge bag of make-up. 'Yes,' she cries grabbing hold of my cheeks between her thumb and forefinger roughly examining my face, first the left side then the right. I didn't have a chance as she pushes me down onto a stool and within minutes she'd repainted my lips, arched my brows and shaded my eyelids. 'You’re beautiful and so lucky, your outfit is so cute.' she sighs. 'You won't believe it but it’s made by Kylie Minogue’s own dress designer. Don't think our Ben's not well connected despite the films he shoots.' I smile totally taken in by what was happening to me. 'It's lovely and I feel great, like a celebrity.' I say. 'You sure will when I'm finished with you and who knows you may even look like Kylie.' I couldn't suppress a smile as she brushes my silky hair. But disaster strikes as I felt my little cock stiffen stretching my panties causing my pretty dress to misshapen horribly. Jack notices and raises an eyebrow. 'I ain't taking you for a fucking drink with a boner.' Jenny smiles. 'You naughty, naughty girl. You really are a tart. And I thought these guys had got it wrong. You're nothing more than a cheap faggot who gets his kicks pleasing men in the way girls know best. Stand up, slut and let me see if I can make you more presentable.' Nervously I did as she directs. 'Now faggot,' she kicks my feet apart and put the wooden stool just in front of me. 'Bend at the waist and clasp this seat.' Reluctantly I did as she directs and as I do my short skirt stretches easily and rose with a swoosh high up over my thighs. Jenny smiles and walks behind me her eyes examining my butt. She pauses for a moment then with her manicured fingers carefully peels my Lycra dress back over my fleshy butt exposing my pretty lingerie. I began to blush as she purposefully yanks my panties and tights to my knee. Meanwhile the crew who had almost finished clearing away, put down their equipment and again watch open mouthed. Ben even fumbled with his camera praying he had some film left. 'To tame your teeny cock, faggot you simply need a reminder.' 'A reminder of what?' I cry. 'See you've forgotten already. Now that's a surprise after all the cocks you've sucked and what your butts endured. You're obviously a pro.' she sighs, 'Ben is so lucky to have found you. I can tell I'll be making your pretty face up many more times and seeing you perform for the camera.’ She sighs. ‘Within a few weeks the top shelf of the best porn shops will be filled with your films. You’ll be a household name. ‘Piece of shit whore’, its not the most original of monikers but you'll become a gay icon.' she chuckles and as she finishes her sentence I felt it. Cold and hard. She pushes it against my swollen butt muscle but it refuses to enter my most intimate orifice despite its earlier penetrations. 'Ouch!' I cry. 'Accept this, slag, any willing faggot would.' she screams slightly impatiently pushing it again but this time with more vigor. But my butt muscle refused to relax even though I began to feel warm and excited. I bristle with apprehension. 'Lubrication. We need lubrication.' Jenny cries rummaging back in her huge make-up bag. I try to see and peer behind but my shiny long hair fell over my eyes. Reluctantly I held my breath. 'Hmm!' I felt it again this time it was slippery and moist and it glided inside me comfortably. 'Hmm!' I groan again as she twists and thrust the plug deep inside my chamber. Suddenly I felt my cock moisten and I fear I may make a mess but almost as if by magic as the plug penetrates deeper my little cock began to soften and wilt. 'That's better.' she tuts. Smacking the butt plug with a job well done grin. She roughly yanks my panties back up ensuring the plug doesn't escape, 'You can sort the rest out yourself. My job here is done.' ' Err… thanks Jenny,' Jack stutters holding his hand out for me. 'See you soon.' 'Oh I hope so love and don't lose this one he's a dish.' My face was a picture as I try to walk in the heels with the huge plug squelched up my butt. Needless to say as I clench and squeeze my butt cheeks my walk turns into an exaggerated sexy swagger. Jack didn't say anything for a few moments, then gently took both my hands. 'It's funny how you can be so sure about someone, isn't it?' 'I don’t know what you mean?' I say. 'You're a natural, yet I was never sure until my throbbing cock was in your hot little mouth.' ‘Sure about what?’ I ask. Jack laughs with a wicked glint in his eye. 'That you're a faggot and a cock sucker, of course.' Concern must have shown on my face. 'Alex mate, you'll become a legend. Men throughout the world won't be able to get enough of you. You'll be dressed as a tart, schoolgirl or even a fairy. You'll do threesomes, foursomes, you'll take it in the mouth and up the rear, you'll have the fucking lot. It will make great viewing. He smirks, 'sometimes you'll like it other times you won't. It will be great and I'll be your agent.’ I dwell on the situation. 'If I'm going to be an aspiring gay actress I'm not sure if I like the idea of being known as a "piece of shit whore". 'Are you joking, its an honor, mate, everyone will know who you are. You heard what Ben said earlier you're the best he's seen. Be sensible what else where you going to do. No college could prepare you for what you’re good at. Think about it. Little choice, no money, no prospects, you’re such a sissy you couldn't even resort to manual labour. Remember how we met. You couldn't even unscrew the gas cap from your Honda motorcycle.' Outside in the street, Jack opens Bens car with loving care and I fiddle nervously with my ridiculously short hemline. I'm terrified, I'm with my best mate, my soul mate and yet I'm nervous. My heart thuds, my palms sweat and my tummy ties itself in knots. A group of young adolescent boys across the street stare in awe and wolf whistle appreciatively. I wasn't sure if its because of Ben's Merc or me. I like to think the latter. Jack grins proudly at them as I slide butt first into the security of the Merc delighted that I hadn't got to ride in his oldsmobile again. Dirty jeans where fine for that pile of junk but I didn't want to snag my tights, scuff my heels or spoil my new dress. Jack didn't hang around no sooner had I stretched the seat belt over my huge chest did he speed off with a squeal of rubber on tarmac. Jack loved was in his element yet I could tell he struggled to concentrate on the road as he peers hungrily at my cleavage. I initially tried to behave normally but in the testerone-fuelled atmosphere dressed in 4 inch heels and a tight mini-dress… trust me, its hard to feel masculine. There was no question, the relationship had changed since I'd arrived at the shoot. Before we where equal buddies now having been chloroformed, striped, shaved and buggered I had become the coy, nervous girl all dressed for a date. While Jack held all the aces, he was in control and he knew it, showing off with his ladish manner and boyish driving style. It wasn't long before his hand kept wandering from the gear stick to my nylon covered knee. But rather than slap him away I secretly loved the attention. His huge, strong, muscular hands felt magical and as he drove I imagined them roaming all over my body with gay abandonment. It's A Wrap Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – An exciting drive! For mile after mile we chatted animatedly just like an excited couple on their first date seemingly ignoring the strangeness of the situation. Yet I felt very different. My body was electric charged with an emotion I'd never before felt. As if an addict I wanted to taste Jacks salty cock again and be forced to take him in the back of the car. I blush as my mind wanders and I imagine Jack's hot, thick cock replacing the smooth plug in my butt. Rougher the better, I muse. Now as I felt my cock stiffens I squirm joyfully on the butt plug pushing it further inside me. Jack saw my obvious enjoyment and drove right past the pub. 'Where we going?' I ask naively as in a dark part of the street jack stops the car and turns to me smiling cheekily, both our hearts pounding loudly. It was then I notice that Jack, is stroking his bulging cock through his trousers proudly. 'What you waiting for? I want you to suck my cock again.' he blurts, 'I want a blow job like before.' Despite the situation I'm taken back. 'I'm exhausted,' I say nervously feeling vulnerable. Jack's unimpressed. 'So you're telling me that you don't want to suck my cock and your Oscar winning performance earlier was just coincidental.' I smirk. 'Hmm! I thought you'd dressed up just for me or is there another man? Go on admit. It's me big Jack your co-star. I've never had my cock sucked by a girly faggot in a car and you're certainly dressed the part.' Strangely I did want to please him, despite my initial reaction, but I felt sleazy and cheap after all we where down a dirty street renown for courting couples. It was peculiar, I wanted romance, I wanted to be wowed, seduced. I wanted chocolates, perfume and flowers with satin sheets. I wanted to be undressed slowly and caressed gently whilst Jack just wanted my hot painted lips wrapped around his pulsating cock. But where was I to go, what was I to do? I certainly didn't want to anger Jack as dressed as I was I felt particularly weak and vulnerable. 'Do I turn you on?' I ask nervously glossing my pouting lips with my wet tongue. 'Jesus,' Jack cries. 'What a dumb arse question. Sometimes you can be so thick.' I bite my lip in anticipation and let my fingertips gently slide over his waistband, then drew down his zip. I ease my fingers inside. He gasps as he sprang free. 'Oh! God, it's only been an hour but I've missed this.' I lean forward and kiss him, running my tongue along the outside of his lips. He moved one hand to my crown and pushed downwards whilst at the same time scurrying to get into a more upright position, his feet slipping on the rubber floor mat. 'Go on suck it.' I grab his wrists and took his hand from the top of my head. 'No... No.' I said panting. 'God I've wanted to do this for so long and didn't realise. Feel how wet I am?' I guide his hand I held between my legs to my soaking panties. He raised his eyebrows then wraps his think fingers around my stiffening little cock. 'Fuck tights,' he curses.' I gasp and he pulls away. 'Oh! Baby, that’s not what I want.' He drew a deep breath, 'Prepare yourself for a journey like no other.' he shouts and without waiting for a reply he grabs my hair and pulls me downward again as if impaling me on his rigid cock. I couldn't help myself. I squeal excitedly and squeeze my long silky smooth legs together tucking them slightly under me, to one side. I clench my sphincter and grab the butt plug almost cuming in my own damp panties. I had no choice, lose an eye or open my mouth and let Jacks throbbing meat stick slide between my sparkling white teeth. I choose the latter, simply letting it glide between my red lips moistening the thick veined shaft as it went. It's huge, even bigger than I could remember and it twitches uncontrollably. I had to almost dislocate my jaw to stretch my little mouth wide enough. Jack moans, switches on the car audio and turns the volume up so the car began to vibrate with a throbbing club dance mix. 'That's amazing,' he cries starting the engine and slipping it into gear as I expertly gave head. ‘Hmm,’ I moan 'Wow!' Jack cries his voice trembling. 'What's up ‘piece of shit whore?’ all the camera action gone to your head, dreaming of fame and fortune or do you just love dressing as the sissy faggot you obviously are?' I didn't reply, hardly able to hear under the hypnotic dance mix and the roar of the engine. I could sense Jack smiling to himself as he glanced down at my mass of shiny hair bobbling up and down on his trembling hot cock. I pray he’s concentrating on the road as I work my tongue frantically over his member. I hear him laugh as he past some kids on the roadside unaware that I was in the passenger seat driving him wild. Again and again I bob up and down on his rigid cock as he drove faster and faster. 'Steady on ‘Piece of shit whore’, the cameras not rolling now. There's no rush. You're driving me wild and I don't want to crash with your lips round my cock.' But I didn't slow down instead I held on to his shaft for dear life as Jacks wheels began to squeal yet again as Ben’s fabulous car went faster and faster. The engine continued to roar and unable to see where Jack drove I began to feel more and more disorientated. 'Oh! Oh!' Jack sighs and his cock jerks and stiffens, grabbing the steering wheel as if taking his test for the first time. Full revs, max speed, the engine continues to roar as with long wicked strokes of my tongue I tease Jacks member. The inevitable happens. All of sudden he explodes, Wow! The car swerves across the road, narrowly avoiding a juggernaut in a near head on collision. I gag swallowing Jacks thick creamy jisam and as I did so my body stiffens and I feel my own panties dampen with my own dribble of seed. How he managed to dump yet another lorry load was a mystery. I could tell he's in heaven holding my head down as I slather eagerly over his still rigid cock supping every last drop wary of staining Bens expensive leather car upholstery. After a few seconds Jack's forced to stop at some traffic lights, a beaming satisfied smile etches across his face. I'm equally flush and as I come up for air I'm noticed by a group of youngster in an oldsmobile similar to Jack's in the adjacent lane. The young man driving honks his horn energetically as I blush and wipe some stray hairs off my face, Jacks cum dribbling from my mouth. I try to look as if butter wouldn't melt in my mouth but the pretty young girls in his back seat all smile knowingly and giggle girlishly as Jack's first off the lights. 'That was amazing,' he gasps as we head not towards the pub but further out of town. 'I think we've just got another script for Ben. Do you think we could do this in a studio? If you could our money worries are over. You deserve an Oscar. You're the best underground gay porn star I've ever seen in and out the studio, now climb into the back of the car and I'll show you how big a fan I really am.' He smiles, 'I can be so appreciative.' I grin to myself and climb demurely between the seats my butt craving for Jack’ massive cock... The end Toms Party (c) 2003 What happened when Jack’s stopped by police for reckless driving? Did I star in another porn movie? Grab yourself a beer, relax in front of the TV with a favorite video it maybe me you're watching.