Give Me Some Sugar Part 1 - Rochelle's Tryout - Sex Stories

Give Me Some Sugar Part 1 - Rochelle's Tryout

... it was pointless. I figured I would just start hiring some high priced hookers, even though I really didn't want a pro. Once inside my pretty damn nice home, I went to my study where I was planning to write all future screenplays and stories and logged in. The email I got was from a Rochelle. She was an aspiring actress who had been in two commercials so far and said she really could use some help while she waited for things to break. That wasn't new at all, they were all looking for a little help. What was different, however, was the picture. It was a little dark but it was still jaw dropping, at least for me. She was doing a selfie in a vanity standing mirror, and she was fully nude, one photo of her front, one photo of her back. She stood on her toes in both photos, flexing her graceful legs, and causing her just barely defined outer abdominals to flex pushing around her flat tummy. She was very trim, but just thick enough that boned didn't show through, but there wasn't a speck of fat on her. She had two sizable breasts with tight small areolas and nipples. She had longer blonde hair with darker roots pulled back in a pony tail. I couldn't see her face in great detail, but I could see enough to know this girl had a face that matched the body. I was about to write back when I realized I was intensely turned on at the thought of fucking this young maiden (I say young as she couldn't have been more than a year out of high school). Rather than say or write something ...

... stupid, I went to the bedroom and jacked off. Like any guy I have jacked off a lot, but envisioning this girl, and the thought I could actually have her, gave me one crazy orgasm and I slept at least an hour after ward. When I came to I crafted a response, glad I was a writer and must have done 30 drafts before I felt I had done it right. I basically told her thank you for responding, I need a woman to relieve my stress and would be willing to try to help the right girl with my few contacts in the industry (but that would be reserved for the right woman only). I didn't want her to expect an instant movie roll, I didn't have that kind of sway. I also explained I was a little skeptical that it was her in the pictures. I got a response very quickly and she told me she would be happy to meet for lunch to prove she was who she said she was. I wrote back that was fine and we exchanged numbers (I actually had purchased a burner for this) and we agreed to me at Alejandro's down town. It was a pretty expensive restaurant, and her suggestion. I figured she wanted to see if I really had cash to burn, so I agreed to meet her the next day at noon. I got there early and waited at the bar. I hadn't sent her a picture because I wanted to gauge her reaction to me. I told her to ask for the reservation under my name (Peter) and I would join her. She was early too, by 10 minutes, which means something in LA's traffic and boy was it her. She was in gold strap heels, tall ones, and was wearing a pure ...