How did I get here? Well, if you have a few minutes, I can try to catch you up.

It was all by accident, really. This was not the way I saw my life going. I’m not complaining, you understand. It’s just totally opposite of my ambitions.

Sure, I wanted to be a public figure. That’s why I went to school. I graduated with a master's in multimedia reporting and communications from Columbia University. I learned how to use my voice and facial expression to communicate my point. I learned how to dress for success. 

I’ve always tried to carry myself in an intelligent and classy manner. And, well, I don’t like to brag, but I’ve been told many times that I am pretty. No, not just by my family. 

Anyway, you wanted to know how I got into this line of work. If you can call what I do work. You know, they say that if you do what you love, you will never work a day in your life. I guess if that’s true, I haven’t worked a day in the last two years.

Okay, okay, how I started doing this. As I said, it was all an accident. I had a girlfriend that had just gotten into it and wanted me to come down to the studio with her and check it out. In truth, to say studio would probably be misleading. It was really a house in the hills. A very nice house, but it was just a house. 

Anyway, I thought it could be something that I could make a story out of. Why not? I got my camera and my tape recorder and jumped in her car. We talked and giggled about things like girlfriends do. I had to admit, I was a little nervous. I mean, I had never been involved or even been around anything like this. I didn't know what to expect.

We parked out front in the circle drive and walked up to the front door. After ringing the bell, Jessi, my friend said, “Here we go. Are you ready?”

“I guess.”

The huge mahogany door swung slowly open and we were greeted by an older gentleman. With a smile, he held out his hand and took mine. With a gentle grip, he brought my knuckle to his smiling lips and kissed me softly. I smiled as he turned and did the same to Jessi. He invited us in and closed the big door behind us.

“Jessi,” he began with a smile, “Are you ready?”

“I am, John.”

“And your friend?”

“Oh, ahh, no,” I stammered. John smiled at me expectantly. “I’m a reporter for KISZ TV. Maybe you have seen me on Action News 12.”

John tilted his head and studied my face. After a few minutes, it came to him, “Yes, yes. You are that reporter that covered the homeless problem down at Venice Beach. I must say, that was a very interesting story. I mean, who knew that there were so many?”

“Thank you, John,” I replied, “That story earned my station several awards.”

“Are you planning to do a story here?” he asked, motioning to my equipment.

“I thought I might. That is, with your permission, of course.”

“By all means. All I request is that you be discrete about my home and my name.”

“Of course.”

“You know,” he smiled, “You could do an undercover investigation. You know, get involved in the story.”

With a laugh, I replied, “I’ve seen some of Jessi’s work and as tempting as that is, I don’t think my employers would approve.”

With a disappointed smile, John said, “That’s too bad. You are a beautiful woman.”

After several minutes of friendly chat and many compliments from John, trying to persuade me to participate, he finally gave up with a shrug and motioned us through the back door to a huge backyard. 

There were several people at the edge of an infinity pool that overlooked the valley below. The pool was sparkling and beautiful. Although I knew what I was about to experience, still, I was a bit surprised to see several of the people naked. There were three men and two women drinking beers and chatting. Jessi walked over and took a beer from the cooler and handed it to me. After taking one for herself, she started to undress. 

After I was introduced to everyone and told them what I was here for, I was allowed to record and snap photos. Everyone was friendly. The men chatted with me as if they were fully dressed. I had to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes from wandering down their bodies. 

I was introduced to a guy named Ian. Ian was gorgeous in a double-oh-seven kind of way. Well over six feet tall, his body was chiseled and thickly muscled. His blond hair was unruly and framed his big blue eyes perfectly. If I were honest with you, he had my juices flowing from hello. We chatted about the weather and other meaningless shit until I asked about work.

“I’ve been doing this for six years now,” he said, “John introduced me to it and it’s been lots of fun.”

“Does it ever seem to jade your real relationships in any way?”

With a chuckle, he replied in a beautiful English accent, “No, you have to keep it in perspective. It’s a job. I’m an actor. It’s just a job.”

“So, you’re saying that you don’t take your work home with you?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Ian replied as Jessie walked up. He turned to greet her so I took the opportunity to let my eyes wander south. 

His cock was truly a sight to behold. Jessi cut her eyes at me when Ian kissed her cheek. She caught me looking. I put my hand over my heart and mouthed, “Wow,” silently. 

Jessi gave me a naughty smile and Ian turned back to me just after I snapped a photo of his cock. It was long and thick under a hairless pubis. The foreskin tightly covered his bulbous cock head, concealing its beauty. His balls hung full and heavily in their smoothly-shaven sack.

“Will you be joining the party today, or are you here as a journalist only?”

My face blushed hotly, “No. I’m just here for a story.”

“That’s too bad,” Ian pouted, “You certainly have the look.”

“You should see her naked,” Jessi teased.

“Jessi,” I protested with a laugh.

“What? You’re a hot girl.”

“You certainly are,” agreed Ian, “You could make a lot of money if you wanted.”

“I’m just here for a story,” I said, “But thank you for the compliments.”

As everyone met with John about what the project would be like today, I took many photos, especially of the guys. Knowing that the company wouldn’t use explicit pictures, I took some more discrete photos as well. It’s just that I had never seen a cock as big as the three that were now on display. Thankful that I was wearing a skirt, my panties were soaked completely. Had I worn pants, my excitement would have betrayed my professionalism.

“Places everyone,” John yelled.

The scene was pretty simple. Jessi, the lonely, young trophy housewife, laying by her pool, would seduce the pool boy and the lawn guys. The funny thing, they had to get dressed to start filming. Jessi donned a tiny black bikini and took her place by the pool. The yard guys dressed in tee shirts and shorts. They were given rakes as props. Ian, starring as the pool boy, wore a white polo shirt and khaki shorts. 

“Hey, Mrs. Johnson,” Ian called as he entered the scene. 

Jessi looked at him over her sunglasses, the cameraman capturing her desire. She smiled and gave him a wave, sipping a glass of wine. She watched him skim the pool with a net attached to a long pole, her finger tracing the side of her firm breast. The camera panned up her long legs as she slid one toe up and down her shin. She pushed her sunglasses back up and laid back, pushing her breasts to the sun. 

“Hot today, isn’t it?” she moaned.

“Yes, ma’am,” the pool boy answered, “Good day for tanning, though.”

“Yes, it is. I was hoping to get rid of some tan lines, but I don’t want to offend anyone,” Mrs. Johnson sighed.

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” he smiled, “Most women don’t even bother asking.”

“Well, in that case,” the housewife replied, taking her top off. She dropped it on the deck of the pool as the pool boy smiled. The two yard guys, working in the near distance had yet to notice. Mrs. Johnson laid back, her firm breasts fully exposed, pushed her hips up, and slid her tiny bikini bottoms down her legs, kicking them to the deck. Completely naked, she lay, arms hanging to the deck, for the world to see. 

“Nice,” commented the pool boy, still working but watching her.

“You don’t think I look old?”

“Fuck no. You are hotter than hell.”

She noticed the lawn guys checking her out also. With a naughty smile, she asked the pool boy to help her with some tanning oil. The cameraman, moving in, got some extreme closeups of Ian’s hands as they squeezed and kneaded her tight ass, exposing her pussy and pink asshole.

After several minutes of shooting different angles of the erotic action, the director instructed Jessi to turn over. She knew the deal and she knew her lines. “Will you do my front?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the pool boy enthusiastically answered.

“Do a thorough job,” Mrs. Johnson teased. 

Ian started to work, spreading the oil over her naked body. The cameraman followed his hands wherever they went. If Jessi was acting, she was very convincing. Honestly, she seemed to be into what was happening. Her back arched and she moaned her approval when his hands slid over her breasts, her nipples fully erect and prominent. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” she hissed when he found her pussy. 

I couldn’t help but notice the bulge that had formed in Ian’s shorts. He was simply huge. The other two guys were not small by any means. In fact their cocks were very big. Ian though was huge. I had seen some of his work on the videos. I knew he was big, but the videos did him no justice. Seeing it in person, albeit in a flaccid state, was breathtaking.

The director kept the scene moving at a slow pace, preserving the anticipation of seduction. He made sure to get shots of the yard workers as they noticed the naked woman on the deck. Cutting back to the erotic action on the lounger, he directed Ian to go hard. I found out later that that meant hardcore. Ian pushed a finger into Jessi’s soaked pussy, evoking a moan that came from her soul.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Mrs. Johnson hissed, writhing under his ministrations, “Yes.”

Spurred by Jessi’s reaction, Ian began slowly pushing his finger in and out of her sex. The cameraman shifted positions, capturing the explicit action then moving to facial expressions. The yard workers moved into the scene, their bulges obscenely displayed through their shorts. One stood on either side at the head of Mrs. Johnson’s lounger. She rubbed her palms over each man’s bulges encouraging them to knead her perky tits. 

Ian moved between her legs, teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. I looked back up to see that Jessi had a cock in either hand. The two guys that played the yard workers were hard and big. Jessi had a cock in each hand and a tongue buried in her little pussy. The moans from Jessi and the sounds of sex had me so turned on that I was wishing I was her. 

My panties were completely soaked through and beads of my arousal were running down my inner thighs. I continued to stand out of the scene while Jessie took one of the cocks into her mouth, Ian still lapping at her pussy. I could tell that Jessi was really enjoying herself. She alternated sucking one cock then another, her legs spread wide giving Ian complete access. 

“Ok,” called the director, “Let’s switch it up. Ian, I want you on the bottom.”

I watched as Ian stood up, pushing his shorts down. His cock sprung up when he finally had them low enough. Heads turned to me when I gasped at the size of his cock. There were chuckles and laughs. I could feel my face burn red in a blush. He was easily a foot long and so fucking thick. Smoothly shaven, I could see the root of his cock disappear into the top of his nut sack. 

I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought of taking that huge cock monster in my tight little pussy. Jessi gave me a knowing smile when she stood up, giving the lounger to Ian. He sat on the end of the lounger, his massive dick, standing up in an arcing bend. Jessi stood facing him, her legs straddling his body. 

The camera focused on his cock as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, guiding the uncut head to her sopping entrance. I focused my own camera, capturing the beauty when she started stroking him, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his big, pink cock head. It seemed as big as a doorknob, pressing into the smooth, hairless folds of Jessi’s sex. 

She rubbed his member front to back of her wet slit several times, her juices coating its head. The other two men stood out of the shot for this portion of the action. One of them, I think his name was Chase, walked to the table where I stood and took a bottle of water from the cooler. “What do you think?” He smiled his hard cock pointing at my hip.

“I think you guys are good at what you do,” was my reply. “You enjoy your work, don’t you?”

“Of course. Who wouldn’t?” he answered. “I get to have sex with so many beautiful women. I make more money in a three-hour shoot than most people make in a month. And John pays us cash so it helps with taxes.”

Back in my reporter mode now, I asked him several questions, still paying close attention to the action. “Do you worry about STDs?”

“No,” Chase replied, sipping at his water, “We are all tested the day before a shoot.”

Jessi settled onto Ian’s huge cock. It slowly disappeared, no doubt stretching her pussy to the limit. Just watching her expressions of lust and pleasure, I could almost feel it in my own pussy. My thighs were soaked with my juices now. There were so many beautiful men standing so close by. So many hard cocks ready to fill and to pleasure. I was so turned on that I was ready to fuck anyone who was willing. 

Jessi was bouncing up and down Ian’s cock when the director announced, “Let’s go DP.”

“That’s my cue,” Chase said, putting his water back into the cooler.

I watched him walk back into the shot behind Jessi. She has settled all the way down on Ian’s cock and was slowly grinding her sex on him. A bit confused, I watched Chase step in behind her. I didn’t know what DP meant so I watched, snapping pictures every few seconds. 

Chase assumed a position behind Jessi, taking his hard cock in hand. I watched intently as he positioned his cock at her asshole. Jessi looked over her shoulder at him with a naughty smile and he pushed his thick cock slowly into her. Her eyes closed and she took him with a soft gasping moan. It had to be painful but I could tell she wanted it.

He took it slowly at first, getting her accustomed to the new pressure. Ian was motionless under her. I watched as Jessi’s expression began to change from trepidation to lust. Her body had accepted his intrusion. The pain had changed to pleasure transmitted through the nerves of her pelvic region to her clitoris. Her orgasm hit like a ton of bricks.

“Oh fuck yes,” Jessi screamed, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, boys.”

Chase needed no further instructions. His hips thrust hard in and out. Ian began to thrust upward, driving his huge cock into her pussy. The cameraman focused on the action between the six legs of the participants. All I could think of is how much I wished I was in Jessi’s place. I was as horny as I had ever been. 

“Okay,” yelled the director, “Jake, it’s your turn.”

Jake was the third actor. He moved into the scene with his hard cock in hand offering it to Jessi’s full, red lips. She eagerly accepted his offering, swallowing him to his balls. Her every hole was filled. I was jealous, craving the attention that she was receiving. I needed a cock. 

Keeping my composure, I snapped photos, even ones that the station could use, and took mental notes for my story. The action went on for nearly half an hour. By then, Jessi had experienced multiple orgasms. I did not doubt that her pleasure was real and she needed fake no climax. But soon, like all good things, it had to end.

“Okay, guys,” the director called, “We have plenty of footage. All we need is the money shots.”

Chase pulled his cock from Jessi’s ass and stood back. After Jake pulled his cock from her mouth, she stood up and Ian joined the other two guys. Jessi knelt on a towel and the three stood men stood, jerking their cocks in front of her open mouth. 

Jake shot his load first, sending several spurts of thick, white cum into her mouth and across her face. Chase exploded about halfway through Jake’s orgasm, sending his cum in the same general direction. Her face was messily spattered with the two men’s semen.

Ian was last but certainly not least. He stood directly in front of her. His first rope of cum shot forth in a long arching stream that reminded me of the little cherub statue by the pool, streaming water from its ceramic penis. It landed on her face from her forehead all the way down to her left nipple. Another then several equally impressive jets of cum leaped from his uncircumcised cock, coating her face completely. 

Jessi smiled up at the guys, wiping her face with her fingers then licking the semen clean. The director waited several seconds the yelled, “Cut.”

Everyone applauded and whistled their approval. John told them to take a couple of hours and get lunch. They would be doing a scene with all three girls at two o’clock. I planned to be here for that also. Jessi was cleaning up in the pool house shower along with the guys. I took the time to talk to John and the director about the business end of pornography. 

Learning much, I thanked them for their time and went through another round of invitations to work. With a smile and a professional declination, I stood up to meet Jessi, still naked, with Ian in tow. We found a quiet spot at a table on the veranda and sat with a bottle of wine and a beer for Ian. Jessi was sitting gingerly on her left side.

“Did it hurt?” I asked.

“Yes,” she admitted, “But it was so good. My orgasms were so intense.”

“You took it like a champ. I couldn’t tell that you were in pain.”

“She is a great actress,” Ian chimed.

“Yes, she is,” I agreed, “but I think you are as well.”

“You just like his dick,”

“Jessi,” I gasped.

“It’s true,” she argued. “You couldn’t take your eyes off him the whole time you guys chatted earlier.”

“Now Jessi,” Ian laughed, “she is just not used to being around this sort of thing.”

“Thank you, Ian,” I said, blushing bright red.

“Oh, please,” Jessi said over her glass of wine, “You have never seen a cock like his and you are curious.”

I sipped my wine, speechless. I couldn’t lie very well and she knew it. She had me on the ropes and wasn’t letting me off. I could feel the heat of my red face. Ian was silent, knowing better than to step between two women when their claws were out. Jessi was smiling wickedly over her glass at me.

“Tell me that you aren’t wondering how it would feel.”

“Jessi, please,” I chided. “I came here for a story.”

“I know,” she retorted, “but I also know the look in your eyes. You are horny.”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Ian interjected. “Your best friend is watching you with three good-looking men. You are having orgasm after orgasm. It’s just a natural reaction.”

“Thank you, Ian,” I said.

“So do something about it, girlfriend,” Jessi teased.

“Even if I wanted to, Jessi, I don’t think I could take a man as big as Ian.”

“You would be surprised what your pussy can take,” Jessi smiled, “Besides, Ian is the gentlest lover you will ever have.”

“Jessi, you know I don’t have time for a relationship,” I countered. “Work.”

“What relationship?” she interrupted. “I’m talking about fucking. You can have a good time without all the relationship stuff. Hell, you just watched me do it.”

“I guess,” was my halfhearted answer, “But I couldn’t possibly do what I just watched you do.”

“Nobody said you had to. That was a scene from a porn movie. You just chill out and do what I know you want to do.”

“It will be very therapeutic,” Ian teased.

I shook my head with a laugh, “Maybe,” I said, “I guess I could use some therapy.”

“I will be there with you,” Jessi offered, “That is if you want me to.”

“I don’t know.”

“You just watched me.”

“Ten million people have watched you, Jess,” I laughed.

“I know,” she smiled, “It’s making me wet again just thinking about it. But really, I could film you so you can see yourself in action.”

She thought she was wet. I was probably getting the denim of my skirt wet. Just to think of fucking Ian and having Jessi present. Not to mention her filming me in such an intimate way. I was fucking buzzing on the edge of an orgasm and I hadn’t even touched myself. 

“Come on, Kim,” Jessi fairly begged, “He is already hard. You need the release. You want it and you know it. 

Thinking about the situation, I couldn’t help but glance at Ian’s big beautiful cock. How would it feel? Would it hurt, or would Jessi’s promise that Ian being gentle be true? What did I have to lose? What would it hurt? I had to know.

“Get a camera and show me where we do this.”

Jessi looked at Ian with a wicked smile, “The billiards room?”

“That will do,” he answered, standing up and offering his hand, “My lady.”

He pulled me to my feet after I took his hand. I walked with him to the billiards room. It was a man's room. There were heads mounted on every wall. Antelope, deer, moose, even an elephant. Great oak panels covered the walls. The aroma of cigar smoke faintly stained the air. The centerpiece was the huge billiards table. It was at least eight feet long, covered in a red velvet playing surface. The legs were carved oak and the pockets were of fine leather. There were racks of cues on the walls. 

“Beautiful, don’t you think?” Ian asked, his magnificent cock half erect.

“The room?” I asked, glancing down at what I desired.

“Yes,” 

“It’s amazing,” I answered, “John has great taste.”

“He does,” John confirmed,” He really likes you.”

“He asked if I wanted to be an actress.”

“He has an eye for beautiful women and talent,” John said.

We were leaning against the apron of the pool table when Jessi came in with the camera. That’s when the nerves hit. I started to have doubts as to whether I could go through with this. Jessi was upbeat and was trying to find the best spot to do the video. Ian saw my trepidation and put his arm around my shoulder.

“You can back out if you want. No disgrace and no judgment,” he said, “But if you want to go through with it, I will make sure you enjoy it.”

It was comforting being in his arms. My nerves calmed instantly. Doubts faded away. I was the only one in the room wearing anything. Funny thing was, I was feeling self-conscious about it. I hadn’t noticed but Jessi was already filming us. She was a sneaky little fuck.

“I’m not going to back out, Ian. I’m ready.”

He pushed himself upright and turned to face me. His blue eyes looked deep into mine. I don’t remember how or even when the kiss started, just that it was long and wonderful. Ur tongues danced and wrestled playfully. I felt his hands on my sides, sliding from my hips to the sides of my breasts then back down. My body buzzed in anticipation.

Ian was tall and had to lean over to kiss me. He picked me up almost effortlessly and sat me on the edge of the pool table, standing between my knees. Leaning back, I supported myself with my hands on the velvet-covered slate. He leaned over my body for another kiss and I felt it. There was a soft pressure between my legs as his hard cock pushed against the crotch of my soaked panties. 

My heart pounded in my chest. My nipples ached for attention. With only the slightest rocking of his hips, the throbbing head of his cock teased my pussy until I came hard. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled in the depths of my body. My orgasm hit like a hurricane on a Louisiana swamp. I felt his hand push up between my breasts when my back arched. My moans of pleasure filled the room. 

Ian took his cock in hand, tapping his cock head on the center of my panties. My pussy was at its highest level of sensitivity. Every tap of his hard cock sent shock waves through my body. My eyes were closed and I turned my head side to side unable to bear the pleasure. It had been almost a year since I’d felt the touch of a man. I wanted to explode in another orgasm. It was already building in the pit of my soul but Ian didn’t rush it.

He had started to saw the bottom of his shaft over the wetness of my panties now, his other hand cupping and squeezing each breast. My nipples were electric, assaulting my nervous system with each pinch he gave. Dirty words escaped my lips as he tortured me playfully. 

I was, as they say, fully involved in the flames of passion. It didn’t matter how many people were in the room. It didn’t matter if the whole crew came in. Nothing could quench my burning desire except the huge cock that teased at my panties. I spread my legs wide hiking my short denim skirt up to my hips. My white panties were completely soaked and transparent.

My heart pounded and my breath was ragged. Opening my eyes, I saw Jessi with her camera. She was recording the scene between my legs. I must have looked like a slut. My tee-shirt was pushed up along with my bra, exposing my small breasts. My legs were spread wide exposing the wet crotch of my panties. Ian was rubbing my mound with his thick cock. 

This teasing was driving me crazy. I wanted more. I needed more. Ian sensed the urgency in my eyes so he dropped to one knee. I raised myself onto my elbows and watched him pull my panties to the side, dredging his tongue from my asshole to my clitoris. My second orgasm nearly swept me away. 

I tried to tell him how good it felt but my vocal cords were all but useless. Instead, it came out as a deep hissing moan. My juices flowed like a mountain river. His lips sealed around the throbbing nub of my clit and his tongue lashed at it. I was lost in the throes of an orgasm that was infinitely stronger than my first. 

“Fuck,” I finally gasped, “Yes. Oh yes, eat my pussy.”

My head fell back and my back arched. Ian was an expert at his trade. He knew how to hit the right spots, lashing them with urgency but at the same time with loving gentleness. Knowing that my second orgasm was fading, he drove me quickly to a third. My body trembled and my mind raced. On the verge of my third orgasm in fifteen minutes and all I could think about was I needed to feel his huge dick in my pussy.

Would I ever be satisfied? I wanted to fuck. But if he was as good with his cock as he was with his tongue, would I ever want to stop? My fingers played in his hair while he continued to devour my sex. My clitoris was buzzing with every strum of his tongue. The edge was close and he pushed me to it quickly. At the edge, there was no fear. He pushed me over and I didn’t resist. 

He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, my teeth clamped tightly together as I came. My juices flowed freely over his skilled tongue and he devoured it all. Gasping and convulsing, I flew through the clouds of orgasm. Three in just a short amount of time. Was I falling in love, or just lusting for his cock? 

Coming back down from the crest of my orgasm, I looked at him, eyes wide open, “Fuck me, Ian.”

His tongue still in my pussy, he smiled at me with his eyes. After taking a long sucking slurp on my clitoris, he stood and with both hands, pulled my panties off, dropping them on the table next to me. My pussy was exposed to Jessi’s camera now so I pulled my tee-shirt and bra off. I was finally naked. 

Ian stood, his cock fully erect and imposing, between my thighs. 

Jessi stood at my right hip, filming a closeup of Ian as he faced the tiny slit of my dripping pussy with his impossibly large cock head. I couldn’t imagine how he would be able to get that thing inside me. “Are you ready?” Ian asked gently.

“Please go slow,” I whispered.

With a sweet wink, he took his cock in hand, pressed it lightly into my opening until his head slipped slowly in. The pressure was intense, stretching my pussy lips wide but there was no pain. I mean, it’s not like I was a virgin. I had had my share of sex and my share of boyfriends in college. Several of them had big cocks. They were big but not like this. 

My eyes closed and my head fell back, “Oh, fuck yes,” I breathed. Jessi was recording but I was not acting. To me, this was as real as it gets. I was getting fucked by a master at fucking. It felt so good as he ever so slowly pushed his cockhead into and out of my pussy. He would go no deeper until I was ready.

“More, please,” I fairly begged, “I want more.”

He slid his strong hands slowly up the side of my hips and over my ribs. Cupping my breasts he pushed just a little further in to the groans of my pleasure. I bent my knees, bringing my bare feet up to the edge of the table, giving him better access to my sex. Covering his hands with mine, pressing him tighter to my breast, feeling him slide in and out and back in just a little deeper. 

Nothing I had ever experienced could compare to what I felt then. I was being filled completely and he had not given me half his cock yet. The anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. Filled more at that moment than ever before, I could not imaging it being any better. But I didn’t have to imagine.

Ian felt me accept his size and after a few more partial strokes of his grand cock, he pushed slowly but firmly in. I felt his heavy balls rest on both cheeks of my ass. He was deep now, so very deep. I had never been so filled and to such depths. I pulled my knees up a bit and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him firmly inside. I wanted this experience to last, to continue for hours. 

Ian busied himself, patiently waiting for me to savor the moment, caressing my body and kissing my nipples. Jessi was right, I could not have asked for a gentler, more perceptive lover. His patience and kindness were exceptional. Without pain or fear, I was able to take his cock, as huge as it was, all the way to the hilt. Several lifetimes of pleasure passed in the few minutes that I held him with my legs. Finally, I needed to feel him in a more animated way.

I opened my eyes and looked into his,  so deep and blue, “Fuck me, Ian,” I said quietly. 

He smiled then reached behind himself, wrapping his large fingers around my left ankle, pulling it over his shoulder. After doing the same with my right leg, he pulled his monster of a cock slowly out. My pussy gripped him, not wanting him to escape, and was rewarded with a slow plunge back in. He took it so slowly at first, getting me ready for the real assault.

My eyes open and locked on his, I let him dictate the pace. He was a professional and would know how and when to take me further on. I could have enjoyed just what he was giving me now, his size made up for any lack of speed. His pace, however, began to quicken a little with the passing of time. My hands explored the taut musculature of his arms and chest. My head spun as my back arched from the felt tabletop. My fourth orgasm was rapidly approaching.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my fingers sliding up and down his arms. “So good. Fuck me harder.”

Ian complied, quickening his thrusts, his cock tightly plunging ever harder and faster into my wanting pussy. My juices stained the billiards surface. I felt his hips slamming onto my ass, driving my body in jolts. His dick stretched my sugar walls past their limits. I choked on my dirty words when my orgasm hit me like sweet Polly tied to the rails when the locomotive raced over her body. 

I had no control of my body. My head tossed side to side, my hands grasped for something to clutch only to send the triangle rack of pool balls scattering over the table. My legs were trapped over his shoulders but my pussy was the center of my entire being. Wave upon wave of pleasurable jolts emanated from my sex. 

In the throes of orgasm, I heard Ian start to moan his pleasure. I could tell that he was close. He continued pounding his thick, throbbing cock into my sex, driving himself ever closer to his climax. 

Coming down, I opened my eyes gasping, “Fuck. That was amazing,” my chest still heaving.

At that, Ian pulled his cock from my spent pussy and wrapped his fingers around his wet shaft. To my amazement, his cock spat its heavy load at my chest. I watched several looping spurts of his white cum spew onto my tits and belly. I lay under his erupting giant. I watched his scrotum tighten, drawing his heavy testicles close to his body. 

He coated my breasts and belly with his thick, white cum. I couldn’t believe the amount of seed he produced after the orgasm that he experienced just an hour ago. After squeezing his shaft, forcing the last drops of sperm from the head of his beautiful cock, he let it rest on my belly. His heavy balls rested slack on my wet pussy. His head pointed at my belly button less than an inch from touching it.

“Damn, you two,” Jessi exclaimed, excitedly, “That was fucking hot.”

We all watched the video. They took turns complimenting me and saying how hot I would be if I were doing this professionally. They said I was a natural and could make tons of money. But, as I said earlier, this was not the direction that I saw my life going. I had to admit, it would be exciting. Having that kind of sex and getting paid for it. 

“I’m going to give this video to John,” Jessi said. “He will tell you if you have what it takes.”

“Jessi, no,” I begged.

“What would it hurt?” she asked. “He won’t judge you.”

Before I could protest, she was up and out the door.

“She doesn’t take no for an answer,” Ian laughed.

Well, to make a long story short, Jessi gave the video to John. After watching it, he offered me so much money that I couldn’t say no. I did his movies, still do. I even kept my job at the TV station. It was a juggling match. And as with all things, they found out what I was doing. They didn’t fire me. At least not right away. 

The thing is, making the movies, I’m not acting. I’m having the best sex of my life every time we shoot. I think that is the difference. I’ve had sex with several hundred men and women. There are so many more to experience.