For the last five years I’ve worked backstage at the Oscars. You wouldn’t know it watching the ceremony on TV but, behind the curtains, there are hundreds of guys like me ensuring the smooth running of the show.
Everytime I tell someone what I do, they always get excited and ask me if I have any good stories: “What’s such-and-such like?”, “Is it true *insert name here* is a bastard?” etc. To everyone’s disappointment, I usually don’t have any interesting or salacious insights about their favourite celebrities. The truth is, most celebrities are so busy on the night that they don’t notice the little guys like me. That is, until last year…
I work as a technician and I help set up the stage prior to the show starting. Once the show starts, I usually don’t have much to do but I’m paid to hang around anyway, just in case there’s any technical difficulties that need fixed urgently. It’s boring but it’s nice to get paid for basically doing nothing. Over the years, I’ve discovered a few places backstage where I can hide away and scroll on my phone, read a book or even sneak a few beers.
My favourite hiding spot was a maintenance room next to the dressing rooms. Normally, my time spent there was completely undisturbed.
The night in question, last year, I was reading a paperback and drinking a beer I had snuck in in my toolbox when the door opened suddenly. I nearly jumped out of my skin; if my supervisor walked in and caught me drinking beer on the job I would never work for them again. To my relief, it wasn’t my supervisor but a young Latina woman, only a couple of years younger than me, about 22 years old.
She looked as startled as me when she realised I was in the room. It took me a second to recognise her but suddenly it clicked; she was a presenter and a nominee that evening. She was Hollywood’s hot new starlet – Alba Rodriguez. I remembered from reading an article about her a few weeks earlier that she was Cuban-American and she had gotten her start on a popular TV show before breaking into the movies. Her last film had seen her breakthrough into the mainstream and she’d become a superstar overnight.
I wasn’t sure how to break the silence so I said the first thing that came into my mind, “Uhm, can I help at all?”
“Yeah, actually,” she replied, “Could I get a swig of your beer?”
I was taken aback but I handed her my bottle over. She had a cute accent, it was definitely American but you could hear the Cuban inflection in it. In fact, everything about her was cute; she had gorgeous tanned skin with dark, curly hair that reached down to her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut dress that hugged her body, showing off both her amazing ass and tits.
As I was admiring her, she was taking massive swigs from my beer. She handed it back, almost empty.
“Sorry about that, I’m just so fucking nervous! I have to be on stage soon to present.”
“Do you want another beer?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied immediately.
I cracked one open and handed it to her. As she was drinking, she asked me, “What are you doing in here?”
“Well, I uh…”
“Hiding too?”
“Yeah,” I laughed.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you,” she said, with a mischievous smile.
I was intoxicated being in her presence. I could see why some people went crazy around celebrities. She exuded an aura of sensuality.
“Would you do me another favour?”
“Anything!” I replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
“This dress is really fucking tight and I can’t breathe. I hyperventilate when I’m nervous. I can’t reach the zip. Could you unzip it to let me breathe for a second and zip it back up when I have to go on and present?”
That was probably the best question I have ever heard in my life. I dutifully walked round behind her and unzipped the dress. It fell to her feet to reveal a white lace bra and panties.
It might have been the beers that gave me the confidence but I couldn’t help saying, “I bet there’s millions of men, and a few women, who wouldn’t mind being in my position right now.”
“Is that so?”
“Without a doubt.”
“Now that we’re buddies, can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure!” I replied.
“I actually came in here to masturbate. It’s the only thing that helps me de-stress when I’m as anxious as this.”
“Well, I can leave if you want me to…”
“No,” she replied, forcefully, “Stay.”
She then unclasped her bra and dropped her panties to the ground.
“Will you eat me out?”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend,” I foolishly said, remembering that, in the article I had read about her, it had mentioned she was dating the star of a new superhero movie.
“Oh no, the studio just set that up to generate gossip for our movies.”
I immediately dropped to my knees as she sat on a crate and spread her legs. I thought I must be dreaming and prayed that I didn’t wake up before I got to taste her. Thankfully I wasn’t and my tongue proceeded to sloppily eat her out as I used two fingers to simultaneously finger.
“¡Ay sí!” she moaned as her legs clamped over my ears. She tasted delicious and I started licking even faster, as much for my own pleasure as for her’s.
“Faster! Fuck me hard with your fingers. More! More!”
I obeyed and picked up the pace with my tongue and fingers until I felt her legs clamp round my head a second time, even hard, and she gasped in pleasure. She didn’t wait a second for the orgasm to pass before she leaped off the crate and started undoing my work overalls and removing my underwear, revealing my hard cock.
“Promise me you won’t ruin my underwear, I still have to go on stage,” she laughed before spitting on my cock and starting to stroke it.
She was just beginning to tease the tip with her tongue when an announcement rang over the tannoy in the maintenance room – “WOULD ALBA RODRIGUEZ ASSUME THE POSITION TO PRESENT THE AWARD FOR BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR.”
Like a shot, she jumped up and started putting her underwear and dress back on. I couldn’t believe my bad luck. It was a contender for the worst blue balls in human history.
“Would you zip me up again?”
I did it, with much less enthusiasm than I had when I unzipped it.
She turned to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
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After fifteen minutes, I was sure that she wasn’t coming back. I had put my clothes back on and was impatiently scrolling on my phone, trying to distract myself. However, true to her word, the door opened and Alba returned.
“We don’t have much time before I have to go back to my seat. I want you to fill me.”
She jumped back up on the crate, opened her leg and pushed her panties to one side. I quickly undressed and slid my cock inside her.
She wrapped her legs around my ass, gripped my shoulders and moaned in my ear as I started to fuck her. With her legs, she pulled me in close so that there was practically no distance between us. Once again, I couldn’t believe my luck – there must have been millions of men who had pictured this exact situation in their head.
Alba glanced at her watch and whispered in my ear, “Baby, I need to leave soon but I’m not going before you fill me. Fuck me harder.”
I picked up the pace as we sloppily made out and soon I could feel myself getting close. I told her I was about to cum and she held me close to her body with her legs and arms, ensuring that I filled her with every drop of my cum.
I barely had time to register I had cum before she was rushing out the door.
“I’ll see you soon,” she smiled, as she closed the door behind her.
After taking a moment to compose myself, I went into the staff dining room backstage where a number of other technicians and cleaners were watching the ceremony on a small TV. They were just announcing the winner of Best Actress and the camera cut to a close-up of Alba, sitting next to her fake date for the night.
After a tense wait, the presenter announced that she had won the award. As she got up on stage, thanking various producers, friends and family, I knew I was the only person in the world that she was leaking with my cum as she smiled and waved for the cameras.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tn7xe9/backstage_at_the_oscars_mf_fiction
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