I had finally saved enough money to move out west and begin the steps of following my dream of being a voice actor. I spent the first couple weeks I struggled to even get on my feet. The small studio apartment I had rented began to feel even smaller as doubt began to creep in if I would reach my desires. I decided to push myself one last time as start from scratch. Instead of going straight for auditions, I found a person online offering voice acting lessons.
I contacted the email provided and set up my first lesson. It was the next morning, speed out west was a rarity. I woke up early to make sure I got a chance to introduce my self to my new teacher. When I got to his house I could tell he was pretty good at his job if this was what he could buy with it.
I wanted to see at least mildly put together but still maintain a good representation of my personality. I wore a short skirt roughly mid way down my thigh, a set of flats and a crop top that showed a bit but not a massive amount of cleavage, my hair in a loose messy bun, topped off with a tight choker with a small silver sunflower pendent. And to top off the detail, all black with the only color being the green in my eyes.
I knocked on the door as I waited, in a moments time the door swung open. A tall slender man with scruffy facial hair answered the door. My jaw fell to the floor as he asked “oh you must be the one here for the class, it’s always good to be early, off to a great start come on in”. I was still processing as my feet began to move forward. I tried to stop myself to speak but he already had me under his thumb. I followed him through his house, taking in nothing except the man who was walking in front of me. He lead me down the stairs saying he’d show me the process today, and I would start actual practice at the next session. We got to his in home studio, a small bed room that had been renovated to have a small in closed recording booth with a desk for editing. With a window placed in the booth to see the recording as you went along.
“Y…you’re” I began to stammer out, he turned and stood in front of me asking “I’m sorry?” Not hearing what I had said. I noticed him staring down at me intently, but for a split second I noticed him glance at my boobs. That split second filled me with confidence I’d never had before. “You’re Ed Bosco” I proclaimed with my new found confidence. “Sorry, I was just so thrown off, you’re the reason I’m here today, my biggest idol” I said as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and a smile cross my face. “Oh amazing, I love being able to help people, and hey maybe one day you’ll be the one teaching me and then I will be the one fanning over you” he said with a devilish smile on his face. “We’ll start in the place you’ll spend the most time, come on into the booth with me”. We stepped into the recording booth, “and here is the mic”. In the instant I realized, something had changed, as his voice suddenly dropped to a depth I wasn’t ready for. “Come on up, get used to being in front of it, try out a few lines”.
My new found confidence went out the window when his voice dropped, I began to say a few words before he cut me off. He stood behind me as he gently placed the palm of his hand on my throat. “You’re straining your voice too hard, keep that up and you’ll be able to speak two sentences before you have to quit”. As he peered down at me, I saw him catch another glimpse down my shirt.
I grabbed the bottom pulling my shirt down to show off more of my boobs, “here does this give you a better view of what you want to see” I asked with a smirk on my face. He let out a soft chuckle as he dropped his hand from my throat and moved the mic away from us. I began to feel a surge of disappointment come across, before his hand now clasped my throat and my back was against the wall. His small chuckle turned into a devilish grin across his face. A low growl echoed out of his mouth as he spoke “this session will be on… method acting I suppose”. As with his free hand he grabbed the front of my shirt, and in one swift motion I felt my breasts become exposed to the air. He stood there for a moment, looking up and down my body. Being a full arms length away from him I could still feel the heat of his breath, and the low moan he made after every exhale. He dropped his hand from my throat and walked back to the microphone.
“The key to method acting is maintaining character all the way through, stay quiet so you don’t disrupt the recording, but try anything you want. There will be moments between takes, make sure to not break between the moment either”. I watched him make one run through his short dialogue as I kissed his neck and shoulders. When he began his next attempt I found my self on my knees in front of him. I began to run my tongue along his shaft and massage him with my hands. With each passing second the bulge through his shorts grew. When I began I was worried about how I was going to take it. But with each beat of his heart it only grew longer and thicker.
His second attempt came to a close, a moment for me to make noise. I hastily undid his belt buckle as I pulled his pants to the ground. The only thing left was a pair of loose fitting boxers, still obscuring the true mass of his cock. I waited for him to begin his third take as I closed my eyes and began to slowly remove the last thing stopping me from him. I felt myself pull them down past his knees and I let them fall. As I opened my eyes I couldn’t have been but a half inch from the bulbous head of his cock. I pressed my elbow into his pelvis to measure, as his cock came up past my wrists. I watched in awe and wonder, as a placed my tongue at the bottom of his shaft, as his erect cock laid across my face. I could feel a small bounce with each heart beat. I snaked my tongue from base to tip over the course of about thirty seconds. When I finally reached the head I pressed my lips around the head of his cock and pushed my way onto it, only going an inch or two past as I worked my tongue around his head. This alone seemed to almost fill my mouth and I suck on it like a milkshake, desperate for it.
As his 3rd take was closing I began letting his cock touch the back of my throat. For the first time since he’d began his takes, he glanced down at me making eye contact. The moment my eyes met his, I let his cock pop out and I demanded “snap my fucking choker”. And with those words he began his 4th take. But now his placed his hand on the back of my head and shoved me as deep as my throat would let me go. I was still 3 to 4 inches away from the base, as I put my hand on his ass and shoved him deeper into my esophagus. With this I still only managed to make it and inch or two from the whole thing. But as he held me there I realized if he finished here, I wouldn’t have to swallow he’d dump it straight into my stomach with how deep he was. He ran his fingers into my messy bun and began to pull me off and on from tip till I bottomed out. I could feel with each thrust, my throat expand and brace against my chocker, as one thrust later, the silver sunflower pendent snapped, sending it flying across the room. Suddenly both his hands were on the back of my head as he began to finish his take, I began to get whiplash from how fast he was slamming my head back and forth. As he finished with a demonic, primordial victory scream he pulled my head of his cold.
Strands of spit still connected my lips to it, and other strands dribbled onto the floor. His hand still firmly grasping my hair, i looked up at him as he had his eyes closed and was breathing heavy. I took my hand and began to slowly work it’s way up and down, pressing it between my tits, using them as a softer option. I slowed my strokes to feel the beat of his heart through his cock. As I pulled my boobs to the tip of his cock, and sink them back down to his base and meet his head with my mouth and tongue. This continued for a few moments as he moaned and groaned in bliss. After those moments passed he took a step back and looked down to me.
“Stand” he demanded, not in a tone of voice, in the roar of his beast within. I obliged without a second thought. He grabbed my skirt and ripped it to the floor before I could notice. He pulled me in kissing my lips and his cock sandwiched between us, it didn’t even fit down my throat I had no clue how far it could make it inside of me. In an instant, I felt my boobs press against the glass, I stood flat footed on the ground. As he cupped my ass, giving it a nice squeeze before lining himself up with me. As he slowly wiggled his cock between my legs, one hand gripped my ass as the other did my inner thigh from the front. The tip alone had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I felt my feet leave the ground, but his cock went no deeper. Suddenly his hands were gone, as the only thing keeping me of the ground was the fact I was between him and the wall. I began to realize what was happening, as I dangled off the ground, gravity pulled me further onto him. “Fu..FU-FUCK…” be began to scream. As he ran his arms under mine, reaching up and grabbing my shoulder he whispered “are you ready?” I fought to keep my eyes open to answer him “y-yes… d-daddy”. And with the phrase he pulled down on my shoulders. I felt my ass slide down his abdomen, and my tits down the glass. As his cock found new depths I didn’t even know I had. “YOU FUCKING GOD” I bellowed. He began to thrust like it was the only thing keeping his heart beating. As gravity pulled me down, he forced himself upward. I began to fade in and out, I tried to count how many times I had climaxed, but after his third stroke into me I forgot how to count. The moment my ass pressed into his pelvis I could feel my toes graze the floor, as soon as they did, I was thrust skyward. I wrapped my hand around and placed it on my stomach, as each time my ass met his base, he was as deep as he could get in me. With each thrust I felt him bulge my stomach out below my belly button. His growls in my ear began to deepen and quick. As his thrusts began to quicken and strengthen the suddenly became slow, strong impalements into me. My hand stayed on my stomach, as the power behind each rope of cum he shot into me, grew the bulge ever so much more. He collapsed to the floor with me on top of him, I looked up to see the window so foggy from our body heat it was dimming the light coming through. “I think…” he began to gasp through his panting, “I think next time we work on your character voices”. He said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. There would be many more sessions, but after that, the sessions usually happened in OUR bedroom upstairs.