Hi, my name is Ashley.  I guess you could say I've always known what I wanted to do with my life, but it has never worked out.  When I was young, my parents didn't really have time for me, so they stuck me in front of a television and let me be.  I grew up with the classics.  When VHS came out, I watched all the great movies.  Basically, my parents were the great actors and actresses of tinsel town.  Despite these ambitions to follow in their footsteps, I was kind of shy.  I could act like no other, but to get the part was a goal too far over my head.  When I was awarded a small role in a high school play, everyone raved at how well I did.  But the next audition I skipped out of shyness.  It wasn't looks, or anything like that.  I

I always had naturally tan skin, long legs, tight, round ass, and DD cup boobs, even though I never worked out.  Sam was such a sweetheart, I knew right away he wasn't just trying to fuck me.  He even waited until our wedding night before we went any further than kissing.  I love him with all my heart and we had 2 beautiful children who got my looks but Sam's great, outgoing personality.  Sean and Brittany were 12 and 14, respectively, and I love them so much.  Anyway, Sam and I got married, and because of my shyness, I never got roles and had all but given up on the idea.  An actress who didn't act.  That was me to a tee.  I became the world's best housemom and wife.  Well, maybe not best wife as I was still sexually inhibited from lack of experience and shyness.  But outside of the bedroom, I took care of every need of my family.

One day, I was grocery shopping in an old white t-shirt and tight jeans when a man said, "Excuse me.  You look familiar.  Do I know you"  "No, I don't think so."  "Are you an actress," he asked.  "I think I've seen your picture in the books."  The books were a collection of headshots and short bios agents put together to help struggling clients, a description that fit Ashley very well.  "Oh, maybe.  I used to audition but haven't recently."  "Why not," he asked.  "Oh, it just didn't work out and I started a family and they needed me more than I needed to act."  "Well, I have a lead in an upcoming movie I'm doing, and you would be perfect.  Its funny, because I was envisioning the part, and I thought of your picture.  And now you're here!  Its fate!"  "Oh, really?  I don't know if I can do that.  I mean, I said I have a family..."  "Oh nonsense, live a little.  I'm sorry, where are my manners.  I'm Fred Malone.  Have you heard of me"  The name sounded extremely familiar but I could not place it.  "The name sounds familiar but I don't know why."  "Well, I run a small, full-service shop about a mile east of here.  Not only do we direct and cast, but if you sign with me, I will be your agent and take care of you.  It's like the old days of tinsel town; you act in my films and I make you a star."

This was all sounding too good to be true, but I suddenly found myself with feelings I hadn't had for a while, with dreams of fame and adoring fans running through my head.  "...OK?" Fred asked.  "Huh, what?"  I realized I had been daydreaming the entire time he was speaking to me.  "Haha, it's ok.  Just come see us this Friday at noon, and we'll speak specifics, ok?"  I agreed and took his card, practically skipping the whole way home.  I couldn't wait to tell everyone, but as soon as I walked in the door, I was practically assaulted.  "Where have you been"  "We're all hungry"  "Mom, Brittany hit me"  "Mom, Sean stole my cell phone"  "Honey, when will dinner be ready.  Honestly, what do you do all day"

Dejected, I began dinner but decided not to tell them until I had signed the papers and was on the road to stardom.  Friday finally rolled around, and I was so anxious all day.  I drove to the building and it looked really nice, though if it was actually nice or if it looked nice in comparison to everything around it, I wasn't so sure.  I walked in and noticed a gorgeous blonde with big breasts sitting behind the desk.  I walked up and she greeted me with a hug and a kiss and asked me for my name.  I told her and then watched her walk into the office.  Wow, what tight shorts and shirts these girls wear, I thought.  They look like porn stars.  Fred finally came out and welcomed me.  We went in and began to talk details.  Basically, the way I understood it, I would have to do one of his projects a year and then the rest of the year I could do whatever I wanted, and he would even help get me roles.  He shrugged over money and seeing as how I didn't really care about money, didn't think anything of it.  Finally, he took out a standard contract, told me where to sign and congratulated me.  As he walked me out he told me that my first project would be simple:  A bikini ad.  It was just a photoshoot to get my feet wet and then we would hit the ground running.

Again, I was greeted at home by messes and complaining.  Feeling under -appreciated, I started dinner and decided not to tell them again.  Besides, nothing had really happened yet.  The next week came and I drove to work.  I walked in and saw the secretary sitting there, but she had something in her hair.  I mentioned it and she laughed.  She ran her fingers through her hair and licked them clean.  I thought it weird but continued on to the dressing rooms.  I found 3 bikinis hanging there, each skimpier than the last.  Wow, I thought, I'll really be getting some exposure here.  I changed anyway and put on my robe and walked out.  They were already set up and waiting for me.  I saw a big black guy, with giant muscles also in a robe like me.  The photographer came over and told me where he wanted me.  Basically, it was an ad where I looked good, but the black guy was selling the bikini to horny women who thought they could get him if they wore this bikini.  Terrel, the black guy, came up behind me and was told to put his hands on my hips and look over my right shoulder.

I was immediately uncomfortable, but decided that if I wanted to be an actress, I had to deal with it.  The photographer took some shots, giving us little instructions to move this way or that way, and then finally stopped.  He then told Terrel to lose his swimsuit, since he said it didn't really work with the shot.  Again, I was super uncomfortable but once more bit my lip and continued.  One time, I leaned back a little and felt something on my butt.  I glanced down and was shocked at the size of Terrel's penis as he was still soft.  My husband was half the size hard as Terrel was soft.  Terrel saw me looking so I apologized and turned around.  Finally, the photog told us it was all wrong.  We needed to be sexier, more erotic to really sell the suit.  I thought this was already too sexy for me but waited to hear what he said.  He continued, "Terrel, you got a great body but you look like this is your sister.  We need some touching, some flame between you too.  I really think we need you to lose the top Ashley."  I was speechless but then told him no.  "I am here for a bikini ad, to become an actress.  I am wearing the bikini and not showing my parts."  The photog laughed and turned bright red in embarrassment.  "No, sweetie.  You will do what I say or you are fired.  And as far as your "parts", if I want to show them I will.  In this case though, you are so lucky as to have Terrel to cover you up.  Let's go, I will not ask again."  Embarrassed I almost got fired over something I'm sure every actress has done, I stood up and walked slowly over to the set.

I slowly unhooked the top and while still red and looking at the ground, dropped in on the floor.  Terrel picked it up and tossed it off set.  Finally, he stood behind me, reached around and grabbed my chest.  His large, firm hands felt surprisingly good on my sensitive nipples and I felt a little stirring in my loins.  I told myself to knock it off and we continued.  I felt Terrel poking me in the butt and I asked him what his problem was.  He whispered in my ear, "Sorry babe, but holding your tits like that has got my cock all worked up."  I was shocked at the kind of language he used, but also really turned on not only by the language but that he was turned on by me.  Finally, the photog stopped us again and said that it was really not working.  I started crying cause I was fired already and I asked him if there was anything I could do.  He told me that there was but he knew I wouldn't do it so to just leave.  I told him I would do anything, just name it.  He smiled, and said, "OK, loose the bottoms.  We have trees and stuff to cover you up, and not only does only bottoms look weird in the shot, you two are standing too far apart."  Not really sure what he meant by that last part, I quickly stripped out of my panties and walked back over to Terrel.  I figured, why not.  I was already mostly naked and they never showed nudity in bikini ads anyway.

I was so naive though.  As soon as Terrel and I were in position, the photog told us to move closer together, like we were in love.  I thought we were standing close but then realized with his penis being so large, we had to stand about a foot apart.  I wasn't sure what to do, and the photog was clearly getting angry and about to fire me for the third time, so I asked Terrel what to do.  He whispered, "Baby girl, you need to unclench your legs and let me handle this."  Something about his tone made me relax a little so I spread my legs a little.  I felt something large moving between my legs and hit my clitoris suddenly.  I lost my balance and collapsed.  Luckily, Terrel caught me as I nearly blacked out.  "What happened," I asked.  "Oh, you just had an orgasm.  A pretty good one too."  I was still so horny now, I was nervous things would get out of hand.  I mean, we were both completely naked and he just made me cum.  "Can we please finish here?"  The photog asked.  I told him yes and that I was sorry and again we took our positions and I felt Terrel's cock slide between my legs and touch my vagina.  I was so wet at this time, his cock was wet too.  As we were posing, I felt the head of his dick slide into me a little.  I was certain he felt it too but didn't know what to do, out of fear of being fired another, and possibly final time.

I was so turned on though, I was unconsciously rubbing back and forth on his cock.  The photog looked oblivious and kept snapping away, but we began to rock back and forth harder and harder until we were literally fucking.  I was fucking another man, unprotected, while it was being filmed!  I felt like such a slut, I came again, squirting this time and moaning loudly.  Terrel also moaned and coated my insides with his baby cream.  I was so embarrassed and mortified at what just happened I ran to my dressing room and shut the door.  About 30 minutes later, there was a knock at my door and Fred just walked in without waiting for a reply.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing," he raged.  "That was completely inappropriate out there!"  "I know, I'm so sorry.  I don't know what happened, I just lost control.  I've never cheated on my husband before and I promise, if you give me a chance it will never happen again."  "Oh yes it fucking will, you cunt.  I'm not talking about the fucking, that was planned.  I'm talking about the walking off of a live set, nearly ruining a great shot.  Do not do that again!"  I was shocked, and then became mad.  "Fuck you, Fred.  I'm not some slut you can just film fucking people."  "Oh yes, you fucking are.  Too bad you're a dumb cunt and didn't read the contract.  It clearly states I own your ass and you will do whatever the fuck I say.  And even if you want to fight the contract, how do you think your precious wittle famiwwy will feel when I show them you fucking a giant black cock"  I began to cry because I realized I had no way out.

"Stop crying, bitch.  We had a long day ahead of us, but because I'm kind, I'll give you the night off.  If... you blow me first."  I was shocked but realized I could not fuck anyone else that night.  Maybe I could even find a way out of this. I slowly pulled his cock out and having never given a blow job before, wasn't sure where to begin.  I was slapped so hard I saw stars.  "Fucking suck it, slut!  And if I feel even the hint of teeth I'll knock out every single one you have and we'll photoshop in pearly whites."  I began to blow Fred, gagging on the foul smell and large size.  Finally, he told me I had to swallow and then kiss my husband on the lips when I got home.  Resigned to my fate, for now at least, I swallowed every drop and got dressed as he watched.  He told me to be there bright and early the next day, ready to be used like a blow-up doll.  I cried the whole way home and, even though he couldn't have known, kissed my husband on the lips when I got back.