It’s amazing what a little internet advertising can do. The entire 3000 seat theater was packed, and every single attendee all came to watch a girl get knocked up live. A tenth of them had come because they thought they might have a chance to be the one to do it.
The applause when I walked onto the stage and dropped my robe was intoxicating. I was so turned on, so ready. Next to the big bed and comfy recliner there was a box with the ticket stubs of the three-hundred or so men in the audience who had submitted the forms and medical exam results to be in the running. When I fished one out and read the row and seat number my voice didn’t even quaver, but pussy twitched in anticipation.
The guy I called rose from his seat, a little hesitantly, but gained confidence with the round of applause. I loved that he was a little shy taking off his clothes on the stage, in front of thousands of eyes, but I was there. I had done it before him. I had done it for him – and for the moment, in front of all these people I was for him alone. I encouraged him by leaning back against the bed and showing him what he was there for.
He was half hard when he got to the bed, and I got him the rest of the way with my mouth before guiding him to lay back straddling him. I was so wet, so ready for the cum he had in him. Once my pussy had his attention, once he could focus on my body, and the hot grip I had on him inside, his stage fright slowly but surely evaporated. When I came, nice and loud and true for him, he groaned and unloaded into me under the warm stage lights. The applause afterwards began tentatively, but became more enthusiastic when I kissed him and told him to take a bow.
His spunk was just starting to drip down my thighs as I stepped over to pick the next seat number. I didn’t hide it – it was like another part of a costume. Part of the play with a new actor, a knew about to enter the scene, if for the same role.
I made it to eleven men and five orgasms over about a hundred minutes before taking my own sweaty, messy final bow. Between my share of the ticket sales and live-stream proceeds, I cleared a nice little nest egg and trust fund for the child I conceived that night.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 
Nice flash and straight through start to finish, and much more entertaining than a boring 529 fund, for sure!
~ JBB