The moderator

 I grew up with my parents' drama school. Even when I was very young, there was lessons there, while I did my laps with my scooter and my older brother Tom in the courtyard behind the building.
My mother's business acumen soon led to the creation of my own film studio. And my parents could soon buy the houses to the left and right of it. A pretty area was created. We specialized in TV series and cheesy soap operas. The young talents who did well in drama school became the main and supporting actors in the series. Initially, my parents sold the films they produced in Germany, and later also worldwide.

The success of our family also meant that all sorts of girls came in and out of us who saw their opportunity and passion in the film business. Some wanted to moderate, others wanted to take on film roles or participate in small web clips that we also produced.

I fell in love with some of these girls. They looked good, wore nice clothes and could do a lot with their facial expressions that embarrassed me or even made me fall in love. I still remember how much I raved about the blonde Sonja, who, with a very refreshingly youthful moderation, brought in small, funny articles about trips to other countries. And I still remember how I fell for the incredibly sweet Annette, who played a kind of Snow White in a fairytale horror series about a mysterious castle.
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My brother Tom would sometimes sneak behind the scenes and watch some of the actresses practice and most importantly ... move. And he showed me where you could get the most detailed visual impressions - for example, at the small hole in the ceiling above the showers. One day, when I was only 14, I watched Sonja shower for a quarter of an hour - and had my first ejaculation. Tom, who had been standing next to me, raved to me for weeks that you had to have someone like "this Sonja" in your own bed for a few nights. I then had some very wild dreams, but I didn't take them too seriously.

Tom took it seriously. But he was still too young to tinker with his dreams.

When I was 14, my father got his own private TV license. That was exciting. Now, day in and day out, series and crime novels flickered across the screens of people who had subscribed to our program. And because our series were very popular, the revenue continued to bubble up. We moved to a large bungalow with a lot of meadows and trees around the outside. In the meantime, I was taught camera and editing technology as well as directing and screenwriting. Soap operas and entertaining fantasy series for younger viewers became my stevken horse. I also soon gave svhon lessons myself. Even Sonja learned from me now and then, because she wanted to do more than just moderate. She planned to use acting lessons and directing skills to get a role in one of our series herself.

All film studios were expanded and renovated. To Tom's chagrin, the hole over the showers was sealed.

When my mother died, my brother got into my father's business. It was an economically difficult time, as many old industries, on which our region had long lived well, had to close. The world became more digital. At the beginning of this upheaval, unemployment skyrocketed in our area.

But all that we got directly from it was a rapid increase in applications for our drama school and for our film studios. Because our series sold brilliantly all over the world and because our small, encrypted private broadcaster had many wealthy subscribers, we were getting better and better. It was strange to suddenly belong to one of the leading industries in our entire region.

I should have guessed.

Tom, who still likes to look at skirts, tops, legs and pretty faces, had his own ideas about which career paths should also be possible in our small film empire in the future. And he had very specific ideas and plans to implement these ideas.

It all started when Tom took me aside one evening.
"Which ladies, who would like to become something with us, would you most like to pop through in real detail over a longer period of time?" he asked very directly and without any inhibitions.
I looked at him and replied that I certainly wouldn't tell him that. I also wanted to signal to him that I wasn't as much a philosopher as he was.
But Tom didn't give up. He reported on his idea of ​​acquiring a second TV license. A license for one adult channel. And he didn't want to hire professional ladies there, but instead set up a separate training course at our drama school.
"Then we choose the girls here in the region who we think are suitable young talents ... you know ... pretty ... of course ... really cute ... well built ... very different types. ..the ones you could never say 'no' to ... "
I scratched my head and could only react ironically:" Great, very realistic ... because then they all join in and can't wait to undress in front of a camera. That's nonsense what you're imagining ... "

But Tom was persistent. And it was very specific. He had a plan. And that's what he served me every day. And every time he asked: "How's it going, little brother ... are you going to join us?"
At some point I said carelessly: "Just try what you can't do without.
"And you help me?" he replied immediately.
"I definitely won't do anything if I'm embarrassed," I replied.
"Ok," said Tom, "if I can manage ... Sonja sleeps with you ... then you will be fully involved in our new branch of business ..., will you?"
"You're crazy ..."
"Yes?! ...?!"
"You can't make it anyway ..."
"So you say 'yes' ..."
"Yes, but your plan doesn't work anyway ..."
"Well, I heard you say 'yes'. ..And now tell me which of these current and future drama students you would most like to pop. Here are pictures of all of them ... "
Tom actually handed me a folder with the illustrated application documents of over a hundred ladies who were taking lessons with us or who would soon take them.
I took the folder, shaking my head: "Crazy!"
"I want your 25 favorites by the weekend!"

It was mean. I caught myself actually going through the application forms the next evening to see which women I particularly horny ... be it because of their charming smiles, because of their beautiful eyes, hair, and figure or because it appealed to me, sometimes under hers nice clothes to see. I secretly chose my erotic favorites ...
... Bianca Zöller, 1.67 m, dark blonde, dimples on the chin, dark blonde ...
... Aranka Stickmayer, 1.71 m, teasing, dark-haired short hairstyle and supple upper arms under her narrow top straps ...
... Irina Staczcyz, 1.66 m, that kind of blonde gift that is so impatiently addicting when you look at it .. .
... or there ...
Angelika shooting, 1.73 m, whose well-kept Stoffpulloved had filled as lush as they have just einFotoshooting for bikini fashions behind.
... the shy-looking Roswitha Eckhaft ...
... the self-confident Ins Björgseeger ...
... and ... and ... and ..
Suddenly I realized that I was really starting to look at all these nice talents with different eyes ... and Tom's plans suddenly seemed underhandedly realistic and feasible ... and my trouser seams no longer adhered to my moral postulates ... mine Head came up with numerous wish lists ...

Nevertheless, Tom had to ask me at least 25 times over the next few weeks, until I finally did him the favor of listing my 25 favorites in writing: "Here, so that you can rest, my perverted brother .... "
" "Great. ..And here are my 25 ... "
Tom actually gave me a list of 25 names before studying my list carefully.
"Oh," he finally said, "you also have a spicy taste ... And we have some of them twice ... here, Irina for example ... or this extremely crisp Nina ... has a really great look, What?"
"Well, then you are satisfied now," I replied.
"Oh no ... not satisfied for a long time. We're just starting. Of course we won't reach our goal with ALL of them, but surely there won't be any new surprise ladies when things go well ..." brought Tom all his euphoria to vibrate.
'Keep on dreaming! 'I thought to myself and still imagined how Sonja or Irina ... or ... oh man ...

days passed by.

Tom thought up a circular in which he pointed out that in the future a stricter selection and more intermediate exams should find their way into the training path.
"Unfortunately, we will gradually have to part with many, also quite talented, students because we cannot provide the same number of roles and engagements in our series and films as the exploding number of applicants and trainees. However, we will we also create lucrative new alternative offers for all those who do not succeed in making the 'big leap'. "

Tom drew up his plan in a similar way to the casting shows that came into fashion later: 'Who will go to the next round ... And who do we have to part with ...?' ...
As soon as he had revealed to the shocked, often deeply contrite "non-qualified" that they had unfortunately only made it this far with the incredibly strong competition, he took them aside in one-on-one discussions and made them an offer that was not just much, much promised more money, but the opportunity to celebrate acting successes in a new TV channel, "with a little more modern and revealing scripts. That has to do with" he lectured, "that worldwide there is an increasing demand from particularly well-to-do customers and? .. also always more ... from customers ... there is who would like to be shown sensual erotic stories from us. Entire hotel chains are among our customers ... And you earn three times as much right from the start ... "

No, very few were spontaneously enthusiastic. But most of them wanted to "think about it in peace". They asked "how far" that would go and whether they could choose the scripts. Tom also lured her with the offer that the way into the best of our main series would be open to anyone who would prove themselves to be an actor.

I guessed correctly that Tom got a lot of rejections. But the reputation of our studios and the question of whether one would ever get such a chance again, made to my surprise that after a few days of thinking, the response was quite large: "Well ... I would give it a try. ... "

Tom took me with him to the corresponding conversations with SONJA.

"I'm sorry. We really like you and you are also not untalented ... but unfortunately we have to part with you because we can't cope with that in terms of personnel ... and because we don't offer that many roles in our series can ... "
" Oh man ... "sobbed Sonja, half understanding, half inconsolable" you can't do that ... "
" Yes, we can, "said Tom dryly. Then she smeared some honey around her mouth, which actually affected Sonja's considerable acting skills.
I saw Sonja a in her pretty dress, with the beautiful nose that was a bit snuffed up from sobbing ... with her wonderful full lips ...
"But I ... I grew up here," said those lips pouting.
Now Tom said: "If you really care to continue acting in our studios, then I could ... but I really don't tell everyone ... then ... only over in our new building complex where ours new pay-TV program for wealthy private customers is created: 'Lickme TV. We already have very, very many subscribers and need very, very many films. Also series. Other series .... very ... erotic scripts ... "
Sonja narrowed her eyes. On the one hand, hope returned to their features. On the other hand, she could see through which direction this new TV channel was aiming.
"Soso ..." she said softly, "... very erotic turning scarfs. And you think do you find enough interested parties at your own drama school? Are you so sure of that, guys? "

I felt exposed.
Tom remained calm while he examined Sonja's sharp curves with horny looks.
"We now have a new generation at the start that is not that prudish. Most of the roles are filled. So, you don't have to ... was just a suggestion ... if you don't want to start from scratch ..."

That's how I knew my brother. Always a bit tricky. He grinned broadly, got up and went to the door. It looked as if he wanted to compliment Sonja out. And actually he opened the door and pointed with one hand in a friendly manner into the door frame: "Working with you was very nice. Good luck in the big, wide world."

It was obvious that Sonja was struggling with herself inside. She had a nice apartment and loved our place. She could certainly have been successful elsewhere. But she didn't want it. Tom had assessed her well. I watched Sonja's features change.

"Wait a minute ..." she said, "well ... IF I do something like that, then I need a permanent contract ... and ... a great salary ... I mean ... that'll probably take me after that no ordinary, ... uh ... serious broadcaster anymore. "
I felt movement in my pants with this change of heart, which was taking place with this very sexy lady.
Tom was very quick to his drawer and pulled out a contract: "You get four times as much ... and top roles with particularly good scripts. Nothing clumsy ... You could become a star of our new station ... As awesome as you look. "
I couldn't believe my ears. Tom had just said "awesome".
Sonja smiled: "You mean it really seriously ... And ... And how many ... uh ... girls have you already ... got around?"

Tom grinned broadly: "We drive on a variety of tracks. We offer courses on a large scale for beginners ...."
"... and you are obviously doing the same thing with many who have been around for a long time as you do with me, right?"
Tom nodded openly. He even gave names. I swallowed. I hadn't realized who he'd won over to Lickme TV. Or was he just bluffing? You couldn't see through his poker face.

"Really ....?" Sonja mused and repeated some of the names mentioned, "... THAT too? ...."
Sonja took a deep breath while leafing through the contract.
"That ... that's of course a lot of money ..." she whispered to herself.
"Yes, it is" confirmed Tom and examined the two lush hills on Sonja's sweater.
"Oh man ... well ... actually I should go now ... and be angry ... and let you down with your plans ..."
"But....?" I asked and got to feel Tom's angry looks because my objection was obviously too jostling.

"I ... I have to be crazy" whispered Sonja and began to play with a ballpoint pen lying ready.
"I must be really crazy," she repeated, took a deep breath, then leaned back.
"And ... And ... how is that supposed to work?" she finally asked with an incredibly stimulating innocence look that brought my head cinema right between her thighs. I still couldn't quite understand what was going on.

Tom stood behind Sonja's chair
"Take off your sweater!" he said suddenly.
"What...?" Sonja was perplexed.
I stared at her sweater, her shoulders, her hair, her absolutely pretty face ... and got very, very red ears.
Tom smiled confidently.
"You asked how it should work ... we will show you ... take off your sweater ... and stand in front of my brother heart. You are a good actress ... I'll give you the instructions .., "

" You have a lot of fun behind your ears, don't you? " Sonja's head shaking signaled that she was just about to see the situation as an inevitable opportunity. What a strange mixture of disgust and fascination, of inner defense and simmering lust for role play permeated her facial expressions ...

She actually got up. She really stood in front of my seat. I looked up at her. From her waist ... down her sweater ... over these two very stimulating hills ... to her beautiful nose, which I almost looked into from here.

She crossed her hands on the hem of her sweater and gently pulled it up. I looked at her emerging navel and felt a tightness in my pants as this beginning demonstration. That turned me on quite a bit. Sonja, the beautiful presenter whom I had admired for years, kept pulling her sweater upwards.

"Is it that good?" she asked flirtatiously. I was still not sure if she was just playing with us now, to break everything off at some point, or ... oh man, did she look good ... I loved the naturalness of her whole being ... and was feverish towards the moment when their cups saw the light of day.

"No," replied Tom dryly, "bend forward over HIS face and hold on to the back of the arm with both hands. My brother takes off your sweater ..."
Sonja gave Tom an almost disparaging, almost rebellious look with screwed eyelids shut. She didn't say it out loud, but her eyes seemed to be like, 'So, guys ... so that makes you feel like directing me as you please, doesn't it?'
The look of her eyes hit me in the middle of the abdomen. Then she leaned forward. Not provocative. Not overplayed. But in very unpretentious, almost harmlessly suggested movements. She looked me in the eye seriously and seductively at the same time.
What Sonja didn't say, Tom said: "Well, brother, do you like it when she stretches her cannonballs so close to your eyes. Can you imagine how nicely they move ... rock slightly ... bob ... and melt in your mouth? "

It was quiet for a moment. I looked at a curvy sweater ... and felt Sonja's beautiful hair above my head.
I felt their insecurity. I almost had the feeling that she was about to laugh and ask if she should stand around so 'weird' for a long time. But she said nothing.

I now noticed that Tom was circling us slowly and with pleasure.
"Yes, that looks very, very good," he said, "a little more hollow back, please!"
I felt how Sonja's sweater balls approached my nose, while she stretched her bottom further back, almost slightly upwards.
Tom seemed to particularly like that. He stood right behind Sonja.
I noticed that he was now laying his hands over her buttocks over a large area on her pants.

"Pretty cool ass that you are carrying around with you wrapped up," Tom whispered in a deep, conquering voice.
Sonja said nothing. I heard a slight clap and felt her breasts rocking back and forth on my nose.
"Hey ..." I heard meek protests.
"What? ..." replied Tom coolly and repeated his klapos, before his hands began to massage and roll Sonja's butt a little harder - as good as it went with a pair of pants ...

"We have all image rights worldwide this dream poop secured "my brother purred, hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Sonja's pants and pulled her bottom close to his pelvis.
"But I haven't signed yet ..." objected Sonja.
On the one hand, I wondered whether Sonja had become as excited and sharp as I was through this whole situation that Tom had created. On the other hand, I didn't ask myself anything anymore, because the soft, elastic swaying under Sonja's sweater right in front of my face didn't make me think much anymore. I just wished it would never end ... and my hands had a hard time grasping those curves because I wasn't too insecure about it. I couldn't just go to our moderator's laundry so blatantly ... like ... my brother Tom ... because she would surely straighten up and leave the room smirking.

But Sonja did not leave the room.

"And I don't know whether I'll sign either ..." Sonja's words deepened my suspicions and my uncertainty. I kept my hands on the seat of my chair and felt myself clinging there pretty tight. What else would Tom do? How much longer would Sonja take part .... And .... mmmhhh ... this rocking sweater filling .... this stretched, bent, stretched, bent body over my lap ... madness ... I was loaded and at the same time completely unsettled. Maybe Sonja felt the same ... or was she already enjoying the fantasies that her new roles would offer? .... or would she just show us the bird and leave?

Tom completely ignored Sonja's objection. Actually he was right: as long as our sweet ex-presenter didn't really leave, she didn't seem averse to signing the contract. She seemed to be waiting silently to see what Tom would say to convince her. But Tom said something completely different. And he said it to me.
"Pull the sweater slowly up to her neck ..."
Slowly and uncertainly I released my fingers from the seat. This invitation was really more than tempting. I was already dreaming my fingers of these veiled curves ...

"But I just said that I don't even know if I'll sign ... and ..." Sonja repeated. I still kept my fingers where they were. After all, I was dealing with a thoroughly serious, if extremely seductive-looking employee of our company ...
Tom interrupted Sonja's recent objection very calmly, cool and calmly. He just pretended that there was no other choice anyway Sonja. He just kept talking to me.
"Then you put your hands on her cups from below and press them up and together. And then you doubt her nipples a little. But slowly and very gently ... and only from the outside through the fabric ..."

"That is mean "was all Sonja said. She did not get up.
Instead, I felt that Tom was now pressing her bum firmly against his pants. His hands wandered around Sonja's waist ... no question ... he was actually playing with her trousers button shortly afterwards.
"Come on, brother," he grinned at me, "take off our leading actress nicely. I bet her talents will drive you completely crazy."

I had no doubts about that either.

I carefully approached Sonja's sweater with my hands. Very briefly my right index finger collided with Tom's hands, which were about to open Sonja's pants. It was now clear to me that Tom really wanted to pull this off. And I realized that Sonja was happy to be the woman who had just received a contract offer that would probably bring her fantastic income and stimulating roles for the rest of her career. My hands grew braver.