🎀A Christmas Carol🎀

By Jenny Swift

Copyright ©2025

On the morning of the audition, I woke up late. When I opened my eyes, the sun was streaming through the window. I rushed to the bathroom and did what I could to get ready as quickly as possible. The audition was for a small role in a Christmas-themed play, where I had to sing some carols. It was a Broadway play, which was no small thing. I still didn't know if I could get the part, but I hurried to find out. On the way, I encountered several obstacles. Outside, it was snowing lightly, and I was dying to get to the warmth of the theater.

When I entered, I found that there were almost no people left auditioning. I had arrived ridiculously late, with the script in one hand, somewhat wet from the snow. A girl auditioning for the same role as me was singing “All I Want for Christmas Is You,” and she wasn't doing too badly. I had to sing the same song, and when she left the stage, several people were still applauding. I felt in a hurry. I needed that role badly... I was the last one, so I quickly went up on stage, but the casting director called me out.

“We're done, so you missed your chance. You should have arrived earlier,” he made clear.

I felt like the world was falling apart before my eyes. No, I had to audition. I watched as the others left the theater. Wow, my chance was slipping away. The casting director was a man much older than me, so I approached him with the utmost respect, apologizing profusely.

“Sir, I, the snow, you see...” I began.

“What's your name?” he asked me, looking at my breasts, which were very noticeable because they were a little wet.

“Carol, sir,” I replied immediately.

“All right, Carol, I'll give you a chance. Sing, act, let's see what you've got.” He relented, still staring at my breasts.

I jumped for joy and sang the same song as the girl before me. He didn't look very happy, so I moved on to “Silent Night.” He began to approach the stage. With one hand, he motioned for me to continue. My nerves were out of control, and my voice began to falter as I performed. He was only a few inches away from me. We were alone in that huge theater, and he whispered in my ear, “How else can you convince me, Carol? I'm a demanding casting director, and you want this role badly.”

I knew exactly what he meant. I couldn't afford to turn down that offer and run away. I was on Broadway! I stopped and launched into another Christmas carol, and this time I danced, but my dance was sensual.

“Oh, that's... you've got talent. This casting director is happier now.”

I wasn't afraid to express myself and be sexy. I wasn't going to let that role go. The director moved closer, and he hesitated for a few seconds. Soon, however, his hands were around my waist. I danced more passionately before he stepped off the stage to watch my audition. This time, it was a casting director who took out his cock and expressed his enthusiasm in a different way. I looked at him while I sang, and I knew I had to go to the director's couch. I didn't rush; I kept singing until I reached him, and I touched his cock while kissing him erotically. My hand replaced his, and I masturbated him energetically as the kiss progressed.

We fell back onto the sofa, where the kissing continued, and my hand around his member moved up and down to give pleasure to this man who would decide my fate. I accepted his tongue in my mouth, massaging it with mine, all without stopping masturbating him. He growled over my lips, and I knew what to do next. I stopped kissing him to press my lips against his glans. I took him into my throat, and at that point, I stopped to start moving my head up and down, sucking his entire length, listening to his moans, knowing I was on the right track. I added a hand, and he then took one of my breasts out to rub my nipple, which excited me greatly.

I let myself go, not worrying about the play for the moment, although I was still in character, and sucked more eagerly. He moved his hands to my buttocks until he slipped them under my jeans. He was good at that, sensual and accurate. My libido rose, and I stopped sucking so he could take off my clothes. They fell to the side of the sofa as we kissed passionately. He was still the director, giving me orders.

“Turn your back to me, with your knees on the sofa,” he ordered, and I did so without question.

He rubbed my butt before slapping me with his cock, and then I felt a hard spank on my buttocks. I turned around in surprise and then smiled. He penetrated me gently in that position, and then he increased the intensity when he rammed into me hard. For a man older than me, his energy was incredible. He pumped into me while spanking me, forcing me to moan and scream without restraint. It wasn't an act on my part; my expressions of pleasure were sincere. I grabbed the back of the sofa and screamed louder, feeling him give it to me with everything he had. He dropped his hips onto my buttocks three times in a row with vigor before stopping and making me rest my face on the sofa seat. My butt was raised higher. He stuck a finger in my pussy, then spanked me several times with his hands before penetrating me again. In that position, I felt helpless, but I didn't let it bother me.

It was an intense pleasure. He grabbed my hips and thrust slowly at first, then increased his power. That way, his cock entered me completely, and I bit my lips to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. He went crazy, pounding me roughly until he stopped and made me change positions. He sat down on the sofa and ordered me to sit on top of him with my back to him. I straddled him and lowered my hips until I was penetrated by his cock, and I rode him fast, moving up and down on his cock, which made me scream with pleasure. He touched my breasts as I moved vigorously, and that action made me feel even more pleasure.

I never wanted to stop. I felt the orgasm getting closer and closer, and my legs were shaking, but I didn't care; I was so close. He started moving too, making my journey easier, and I came hard, but I didn't stop moving. I screamed and begged for more cock. I was sweating, and I thought I couldn't go on, but he had another idea.

He got up and rolled me to the edge of the sofa. Kneeling in front of me, he spread my legs and fucked me eagerly, looking me in the face and slapping my inner thighs. His thrusts were violent and pleasurable. My hands scratched the sofa, and my eyes rolled freely. I knew I would come very quickly, and I did. My screams echoed in the empty theater as the snow fell outside. My legs tensed, and I came with a powerful gush that drenched the director. He didn't flinch and penetrated me energetically. I recovered quickly to watch him pump into me, and suddenly, he stopped thrusting to release his load onto my breasts. It turned out to be a large amount, which surprised me. After that, he sat down next to me, breathing heavily.

In the end, I got the part in the Christmas play, but the director gave me great pleasure in addition to the part. That Christmas, my heart was happy, and the director and I did it again to remember how wonderful that audition had been...