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Andy was dangerously close, and I gave his head one final suck before pulling it from my mouth with a pop. “Come in my ass,” I told him. “Fill it with your load.”
He needed no other encouragement. Dorian pulled out of my ass and then Andy guided his cock inside my gaping asshole, the ridge of his head rubbing wonderfully against my tight little ring. While gripping his shaft in one fist he gave three little thrusts, and then he was moaning loudly in the sub-stage.
“Nadia, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
His pleasure washed onto me as I watched him over my shoulder, savoring the pain and pleasure on his face as he filled my behind with his jizz.
“All of it,” I moaned back at him. “Every. Last. Drop.”
He continued stroking himself with just the head inside me until he finally abated.
I turned my gaze down to Ryan, who had been watching hungrily. “Your turn.”
Andy pulled out of me, and I pushed up with my thighs to squat above Ryan until his cock slid out of my pussy. With a hand I propped up his dick underneath me, pulled my hips forward, and lowered my creamy ass onto him.
Ryan’s mouth opened with shock and ecstasy. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight…”
Even with my ass stretched from the other three guys, I couldn’t impale myself on more than just Ryan’s head. But the ache of him stretching me felt so good, and I was getting close again, and I surprised myself with how much I could take. I rubbed my clit and bounced up and down, using my body weight to force more and more of Ryan’s thick wedge inside my rear-end each time.
Braden grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me backward, arching my back until my head was upside down facing away from Ryan. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, reaching past to paw at my slick clit, rubbing it in a circle while I impaled myself again and again on Ryan’s meat. Dorian came forward and sucked on one nipple, and then Andy was on the other side of me, tonguing my other nipple between his lips.
“I’m close,” Ryan moaned.
“Yes,” I breathed into Braden’s wonderful mouth. “Yes. Yes. YES.”
He rubbed faster at my insistence, and Ryan’s cock was hot inside of me as he began to come, roaring underneath the stage. My mouth opened wide as I reached the edge and was thrown off it, shuddering shivering waves of come that crashed against me for an eternity while Braden wrapped an arm around my chest and held me tight.
They squeezed me close as I came back down, four warm bodies sandwiching me on all sides.
*
The final show went as spectacularly as all the others. John Vandercant—who I still struggled to think of as anyone other than my bar friend Jack—was in his box tonight for the occasion, and clapped as loudly and vigorously as anyone else in the theater.
When the applause died down and the curtain fell, we were greeted backstage with a full spread of food, drinks, and a giant cake to celebrate the end of the show. Drawn on the cake in icing was a stick figure of a woman with X’s over her eyes and a bottle of pills next to her, signifying the dead Jane at the end of the show. Dorian couldn’t stop laughing when he saw it, and insisted on being cut a piece with the pill bottle in it.
It was a bittersweet celebration since I knew I wouldn’t see most of the cast again. But that’s how the theater business worked. You got incredibly close to a group of people for months, seeing them day in and day out, and then one day it all ended.
I smiled at Braden and the others. That’s not happening with everyone, though.
Vandercant made a speech about the performance and thanked everyone for their hard work, while also wishing them success in the future. When the party eventually ended, my four boys and I stuck around to meet with Vandercant.
“Well?” he asked warmly. “Have you considered my offer?”
“I have.” I gestured around me. “We have. We would love to be a part of the next show.”
Vandercant clapped his hands together. “Excellent! Simply excellent. I can’t think of a stronger core group of actors to headline the next Vandercant Theater production. Now we just need to decide what show to run.”
Andy put his arm around the producer’s shoulder. “I have some ideas. Have you heard of the new show The Waitress? I think that would really give me the creative opportunity with my lights…”
Braden looked at his watch. “Nadia and I have to go. See you guys back at the house?”
Dorian clicked his heels together and gave a soldier’s salute. “Sir yes sir!”
Braden rolled his eyes and led me backstage so we could change.
A quick train ride uptown and we arrived at Giuseppe’s Italian restaurant. I felt a lot more normal in my cocktail dress and heels than the first time I’d been here months before. It also helped that I’d had dinner with Braden’s family several times before already.
“Nadia!” Braden’s mother exclaimed when she saw me, arms held out. “You look wonderful!”
