A few weeks ago, my husband Johnny and I were playing a friendly game of Truth or Dare with a group of friends, when, after a few drinks, we all began to let our hair down a little.  Me included.  After the usual “show us your tits” request, I decided to go for the truth.  My friend, Sherry, looked at me with a sinister grin, “So Chel, tell us the truth, have you ever taken money for sex?”

I had to think about the question for a moment before answering, as Johnny and the others looked at me in anticipation.

“Come on, Chel, tell us the truth. Have you ever been paid for sex?”   Sherry repeated.  I scrunched my eyes as I thought back on my sophomore year in college.  Johnny was looking straight at me.  A knowing smile on his face, nodding his head up and down as if to say, “I can’t wait to hear all about it when we get home.”

I looked at Sherry, took a breath, and confessed.  “Yes, but don’t ask me any details, because my lips are sealed.”  After a few more rounds, we decided to call it a night and head home.

I had barely shut the car door when Johnny reached over and kissed me, sliding his hand up under my sweater to feel my breasts.

“I had no idea you had been a prostitute, ummm, that so turns me on.  When? I want to know all about it,” he said as he kissed my neck.

“So, it turns you on knowing I was paid to have sex?”

Johnny squeezed my breast as I felt myself dampen to his touch.

“Unhunh, yeah,” He whispered as his lips met mine.   His warm, wet tongue slid into my mouth as his hand moved from under my sweater to my thigh. I reached down and felt his rigid cock pressing against his jeans.  I wanted to free it and take it into my mouth as his hand moved up to press against my damp, jean-clad pussy.

I pulled my mouth from Johnny’s as Sherry and Steve got in their car to leave.  “We should go, so they can get out and we can continue this at home,” I said as I squeezed his cock.

Johnny backed out of the driveway and headed toward home. “So, tell me all about being a prostitute.”

“Not to burst your bubble, but I wasn’t a prostitute.”

“If you weren’t a prostitute, then what were you? A call girl, an escort?”

“Neither, I was in a movie.”

Johnny laughed.  “A movie?  What kind of movie?”

I shook my head and looked at Johnny.  “Really? What kind of a movie do you think, honey?”

“Holy shit, you were in a porn movie?  You never told me that before.”

I reached over and put my hand on Johnny’s thigh.  “There are a lot of things I haven’t told you, sweetie. Besides, you never asked me before. It’s no big deal,” I said as I rubbed his thigh.

Johnny looked at me as we pulled into our driveway, “Not a big deal?  Seriously?  I had no idea you’re a porn star, and to you, it is no big deal.  Uh, to me it’s not exactly a little deal.”

“First, I’m not exactly a porn star.   Having sex on camera does not exactly make one a star.  Secondly, it was a long time ago. You aren’t upset with me, are you?”

Johnny smiled as he turned off the engine.  “Upset with you?  Quite the opposite, I’m intrigued,” he said as he leaned over and reached up under my sweater to cup my naked breast and kiss me.  I could feel the heat in his kiss, as my hand once again found his swollen cock pressing against his jeans.

 “Let’s go inside, get in bed, and I’ll tell you all about my porn career while you fuck me silly,” I whispered as I pulled the handle to open the car door.

By the time I was finished brushing my teeth, Johnny was already in bed.  The lights were down low as he lay there stroking his beautiful, hard cock.  He drank in my naked body as I crawled onto the bed next to him.  Sitting up on my knees, I looked down at his cock, then lowered my head to take him in my mouth.  He was hard.  Very hard.  I could tell he was anxious to hear my confession.

“So, tell me about it.  When did you do this?  Where?  What? How?”  Johnny rattled off questions, one after another, as I took him all the way down my throat until my chin was pressed against his balls.  I slowly pulled him out of my throat a millimeter at a time. I kissed the tip of his cock, then lay down beside him. My hand on his chest.  My head on his shoulder.

“Will you promise you won’t judge me if I tell you?” I asked apprehensively.

“I would never judge you, sweetheart. I love you, all of you, and all that you have done in the past and will do in the future.  I adore you,” Johnny replied as I took hold of his cock.

“When I was a sophomore, my friend, Jules, asked me to go on a casting call with her for a movie.  I had stars in my eyes and agreed to go without even knowing anything about it.”

“You didn’t know it was a porn movie?”  

“No, I kept asking her what the movie was about, and she kept telling me that she had no idea.  I just knew we were going to an audition.  Anyway, we got all dressed up and drove for a couple of hours in LA traffic to a studio in Chatsworth.”

“We parked and went inside, and sure enough, it was an actual studio.  The reception area was packed with twenty or so hopefuls sitting around the room. A ridiculously beautiful receptionist asked us if we were there for the “call” and handed each of us a clipboard with a questionnaire to fill out.  We were to list any past roles in films or theater productions.  Neither one of us had anything to list.  After returning our questionnaires to the receptionist, we took a seat and waited nervously.”

Johnny moved his head down and began licking my right nipple, sending tingles straight to my pussy. I stroked his hair as he continued to lick, nibble, and suckle me.

I felt myself moisten as I continued.

“After about an hour, a haggard-looking older man in reading glasses came through a door with a clipboard in his hand.”

“Chelsea Paradise?”  He asked loudly, looking around the room of prospective actors.  I stood, and he motioned for me to follow him.  He introduced himself, and we shook hands.  His name was Otto. I followed him for what seemed like miles down hallways and past what appeared to be sets.  Living rooms, kitchens, bedrooms.  Lighting grids, cameras, and movie gear everywhere.  It was crazy.  I was totally star-struck and could see myself as a movie star.”

I rolled onto my back as Johnny began to kiss his way down my belly.  “You didn’t know that they filmed porn movies there?  You were in Chatsworth for God’s sake.  The fucking capital of the fucking porn industry. You really didn’t know?”

“No, I had no idea, I just thought it was a typical movie studio where they made regular movies. Oh God, that feels so good.”  I said as Johnny’s tongue began to make circles around my clit.

“Anyway, Otto had me follow him into an office and motioned for me to sit down on a sofa, without so much as saying a word, then left the room.  A few minutes later, a gorgeous, ripped, meticulously dressed black guy came in and introduced himself as Michael.  He sat down next to me and asked me if I was nervous.  I told him I was.  He laughed and told me to relax.”

“Ummm, that is so hot”, Johnny moaned as his tongue worked its magic on my now dripping pussy.   Just talking about my experience was turning me on.  Johnny’s tongue was taking me close to the edge. “How old was Michael?”

“I don’t know, I’d say around thirty or so. The next thing I knew, without saying anything, he stood up, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his semi-hard cock. I was so shocked I could not move.  I was terrified with fear.  All I could do was look away.  I had never seen a cock that large.  My mind raced with a combination of fear and intrigue.  I froze.  He asked me if I was ok.   I couldn’t talk.  I was speechless.   He then asked me if I knew I was auditioning for a part in an “Adult film.”   Suddenly, everything came into focus.   I started laughing so hard I nearly peed my pants.  I had no idea that was what I was auditioning for.  Michael began to laugh with me.  I told him that I had come there with my girlfriend and that she didn’t know what we would be auditioning for.”

Johnny listened as he continued to fuck me with his tongue.  His warm, slippery flesh moved in and out of me as I continued.

“Michael put his cock back in his pants, zipped up his fly, and sat back down.  He seemed genuinely amused and told me that he was disappointed because he found me attractive.  I realized he was serious when he asked me if I would consider it.   I told him there was no way.  He put his hand on my thigh, looked me in the eye, and smiled. I felt myself get wet as he gently rubbed my thigh.  Then he asked me again if I would consider it.

I took a deep breath as visions of his incredible cock wafted through my head.  How long and thick it was. So dark and perfect.  I told him I would, then asked what it would entail and how much I would be paid.  He told me I would have to pass the audition first by sucking his cock so he could see how good I was at giving a blow job.  If I gave good head, I would get $1,500 a day.  I told him I would like to try.  At that, he moved his hand up my thigh until his fingers were next to my pussy.  He began kissing me as his fingers slipped under my panties. I reached over and felt his cock through his jeans and began to stroke him. He was an incredible kisser.  He stood and unzipped his fly again, but this time his cock was rock hard. I took him into my mouth.  It was by far and away the largest cock I had ever sucked.   I had sucked off a ton of guys at school and knew my way around a cock, but Michael’s cock was something else entirely.  I took him in my mouth and took him all the way down my throat until his beautiful, bare balls were pressed against my chin. 

He reached down and began feeling me up through my dress.  He told me to take off my dress so he could see my body.  I was so turned on that I would have done anything he asked me, so I pulled his cock out of my throat, stood up, and took off my dress and panties.”

Johnny pulled his mouth from my pussy and began to kiss his way back up my body.  “Wow, that is so hot, so did he fuck you?”

Johnny’s words sent another wave of tingles to my pussy as his mouth once again found my breasts.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  He had me sit back down on the sofa, told me what beautiful breasts I had, and to spread my legs so he could see my pussy.”

My heart was pounding as I recalled that afternoon on the casting couch with Michael.  Johnny got onto his knees and sat back as he spread my legs.  His cock was standing straight up as hard as I have ever seen it.   He took his thumbs and spread my labia, revealing my wet, swollen pussy ready for him to slide inside me. 

“Did Michael spread you open like this?”  Johnny asked as he locked eyes with me.

“As a matter of fact, he did. He got down on his knees and slid two fingers into me as far as he could, then kissed me like he was going to devour me.  I was out of my mind as he finger fucked me until I almost came.”

“Like this?”  Johnny asked as his fingers moved in and out of my swollen pussy.  Did he go down on you?”

“Oh yes, he went down on me alright; after practically sucking my tongue down his throat, he kissed and licked his way down until his tongue was buried inside me.  I had to keep pushing his head away to keep from cumming.  It was one of the nastiest things I had ever done.  I mean, he was a stranger, and I was auditioning for a fucking porn movie. I was being a very bad girl.   I felt so dirty but also incredibly sexy.  My inner slut was loving every minute of it.  I walked into that room as an innocent coed, well, ok, maybe not exactly innocent, and in less than fifteen minutes, I was convinced I wanted to be a porn star.  As my body writhed with pleasure, Michael pulled his face from my pussy, sat up, and grabbed hold of my legs, spreading me open. He told me what a beautiful pussy I had.  I knew I was about to get royally fucked.”

Johnny moved closer to my pussy, grabbed his cock, and began rubbing the tip up and down my slick center, teasing me as I kept trying to pull him closer to fuck me.

“Did he rub the tip of his cock against your pussy like this?”

“No, he just took hold of his cock and slid inside me in one long push.  I could not believe I was able to take him all the way inside me.  I also could not believe how fucking good he felt.  I had never been so filled before.  I had fucked a lot of guys since I lost my virginity a year earlier, and had a reputation for being easy.  If I went out with a guy, he knew he had a good chance of getting well fucked or, at the very least, getting a great blow job.  As I said, I had fucked a ton of guys, but no one had ever fucked me like this.  I felt like a complete and total whore as I let Michael have his way with me, and I fucking loved it.”

Johnny guided his cock until the tip was inside me and slowly slid all the way in up to his balls.  Then he began to fuck me ever so slowly. 

“Is this what it felt like to have him fuck you?”

“Yes, honey, just like this. His big balls slapping against my ass, his big black cock moving in and out of me as he felt my tits,” I replied convincingly.  I lied.  I must admit I love fucking Johnny, but it doesn’t feel anything like when Michael filled me with his massive cock and fucked me into oblivion on the casting couch that afternoon in Chatsworth.

“Then Michael slid his cock out of me and told me to turn around and get on my knees. I did as he said.  Again, I would have done anything he asked me to do at that moment.  He then began fucking me from behind.  Oh my God, did he ever fuck me.  I could feel every inch of him as he held me by my hips and pounded into me.”

Johnny stopped fucking me.

“Get on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind,” he said as he helped me move around.

I got on my knees, and Johnny slid into me once again.

“Tell me more. Go on.”

“Well, I was just about to come when once again Michael pulled out of me and sat down on the sofa. He pulled me onto his lap and slid back inside me again, all the way up to his balls.  He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart while again kissing me.”

Johnny continued to pound into me as I described my audition.

“I was about to cum when he lay me back onto his chest, spread my legs apart, and continued to fuck me as he felt my tits.  As he was sliding in and out of me, he asked if I was ok with him cumming inside me.”

Johnny was on the verge of cumming himself as he spoke.  “Well, were you?”

“Hell yes. I wanted to feel him hose the hell out of me.  In fact, as soon as I felt the first blast of cum, I began to cum myself.  I felt blast after blast as I came along with him in a mind-blowing orgasm. I had never experienced anything like it.  I nearly passed out.”

Johnny arched his back and began to shoot his cum inside me. “Did it feel like this?”

“Oh yeah, baby, just like that,” I replied.  Lying yet again.

I moaned as I began to cum with Johnny, remembering what it felt like to be fucked by Michael and filled with what seemed like a quart of hot, slippery cum, lying back on his chest, panting after regaining my full consciousness as his cum flowed out of me and down my thighs, which were still spread wide.  How his cum began, pooling on the sofa below my ass.  How his cock slipped out of me like a long, black snake.  How once he was out of me, I could feel warm, slippery cum pouring out of my body as though I was peeing.

Johnny pulled his cock from me, and I could feel a little cum running down my thigh as I flipped over on my back, panting.  Panting from his fucking, but also from the memories of that nasty, slutty porn star wanna be encounter with Michael.  Johnny lay down next to me and held my hand.

“Wow, that is some story.  What happened next?”

“Well, Michael lifted me off him and sat me on a dry spot on the couch.  Told me what an amazing lover I was, that he would love to work with me in the future, and that Otto would be in a few minutes to talk to me. He was a perfect gentleman.  I had just put my panties back on when Otto came back in. He told me I had lovely breasts and that I had passed the audition with flying colors, and that he would be in touch soon.  I put my dress back on as he handed me a clipboard containing a contract and a $1,500 check. I signed the contract, pocketed the check, thanked him, and followed him to the reception room where Jules was waiting for me.”

“Wait a minute, they paid you $1,500, and you hadn’t even made a movie yet?”

“I’ll get to that in a minute.  Anyway, Jules was waiting for me in the reception area.  As it turned out, she was not called in to audition.”

“No! Holy shit.  You mean she was just sitting there waiting while you were getting your brains fucked out by the Black Avenger?”

“Yep, and she was not happy about not being called in.  She was actually upset as we got in the car to go home.  That is, until I told her what my audition entailed.  Just telling her about it turned her on so much, we had to pull over so I could drive.  She pulled her panties off and fingered herself as I told her in explicit detail what I had been doing while she was waiting for me.  By the time we got home, she had cum a couple of times.”

“Oh my God, she masturbated in the car?”  Johnny asked as his cock began to get hard again.

“Yeah, it was no big deal; we masturbated a lot together.  In fact, after we got home, we read my contract and found out my audition was for an actual movie.  There were hidden cameras and microphones recording Michael and me the whole time.  There is a porn movie out there somewhere that is a compilation of girls auditioning to be in a porn movie.  I’m one of the girls in that movie.  Jules and I got so turned on finding out about this that she pushed me down onto our living room sofa, yanked off my soaking wet panties, and licked me clean from my audition.”

“No! You must be kidding, that is so fucking hot,” Johnny said as he began kissing my breasts again.

“It was no big deal; we went down on each other all the time. Jules had a delicious pussy.”

Johnny pulled his mouth from my breast.  “Wow, that is hot too, but I was talking about them filming you without you even knowing it and putting you in an actual movie?”

I laughed, “Yep, that is exactly what happened.”

“Were you in any other movies?  

“Sweetie, I love you,” I said as I turned over to turn out the light.

“I love you too, honey, but wait, honey, wait, what about other movies?”

“Good night, sweetie,” I said as I rolled over with a smile on my face, knowing full well my husband would be awake all night searching the web in desperation for movies featuring his naughty porn star wife.