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“So would you do it?” Val asked.



Peter and I were on vacation in LA, and we were having an early lunch with Nola, Lara and Val in Venice Beach. We’d met them a couple days ago and had been hanging out with them since then. Lara was a production assistant, Val was an assistant video editor and Nola was a dominatrix. (She had dominated Peter rather viciously in my story “Sounds.”)



“I’ve done it twice, actually,” said Nola.



We were talking about porn. Basically, we all liked it, but were afraid to do it. Except for Nola.



“I never knew that!” said Val. “When was this?”



“A couple of years ago. The web site doesn’t exist anymore. But I did two scenes — a blow job one and one with just regular fucking.”



“Why you’d stop?” asked Peter.



“It was fun to do a couple of times, but it wasn’t my thing. Plus I didn’t want to run the chance of my parents finding out.”



“I hear you,” I said. “They’d kill me. But sometimes I wonder about doing it once.”



“Would you do it if there were no chance of anyone knowing?” asked Lara. “Or practically no chance?”



“Yes,” I said. “Absolutely.”



“Porn star for a day?” asked Val. “Sure, why not?”



“You know, we might be able to do this,” said Lara. “I know this guy Greg. I’ve hired him for a bunch of projects. He’s a cameraman who shoots porn sometimes for extra cash. A lot of folk out here do this kind of work — hair and make-up people, crew guys. Let me text him — ‘Thinking of making porn video. Can you help?’ That should do it.”



Twenty minutes later, we were on the beach and Lara’s phone rang.



“Hey, Greg, it’s me,” she said. “Putting you on speaker.”



“So you want to get into the porn business now?” he asked.



“Not really. I’m here with some friends and we were thinking of shooting one porno, just for the experience. But the kicker is there can be no copies made. And if this thing ever shows up on the internet, I’ll never hire your scraggly ass again.”



“Where are you?”



“On the beach. Venice. Just north of the pier.”



“I’m on my way. See you in thirty.”



So Greg the Pornographer showed up, and Lara explained in greater detail what we were thinking of.



“So here’s your problem — money,” he said. “I mean, the pussy’s free, which is a good thing. But you’ve got the crew — cameramen, lighting, hair and make-up, crafts services — plus location rental, costumes. It can run to several thousand dollars for one scene. But I can think I can help you.”



“I’m shooting a scene in four days, up in the Hollywood Hills. We’ve rented the house for the day, but the call time isn’t until 3:00 PM. We could use the house before then, and I could probably end up using the same crew for not that much more money. But I’m still going to be out several hundred dollars. It’s worth it, though, if I can use the scene on my clip reel. I’ve already got enough of scenes I’ve shot, but I’d really like to add a scene that I directed.”



“So people are going to see it?” I asked.



“Some people,” he continued. “But I won’t get your IDs or model releases, so there’s no way this is going to be publicly released. But yes, some people will be seeing you fuck.”



“I think that just made it hotter,” said Val.



“I think you’re right,” I said. “I’m in. What do I have to do?”



“The most important thing is to get tested for STDs,” Greg said. “That’ll take a couple of days, so knock that off this afternoon. But first I’m going to need some nude shots of you guys.”



“Why do you need those?” asked Lara.



“Hair, make-up, costumes, male talent.” he said.



“Male talent?” asked Lara.



“The guys who are going to fuck you,” Greg continued. “I won’t be able to pay them, so I’ve got to promise them some hot chicks.”



We went to a beachfront bar, which was mostly empty. There were a few couples sitting at tables outside, and a handful of surfer dudes sitting at the bar, nursing beers. I wasn’t too sure where we’d able to snap some nude pix.



None of this deterred Greg.



“Hey,” he said, approaching the bartender. “I need to take some shots of these girls. Any problem if they get naked?”



The bartender looked at us, then back at Greg.



“Shit,” he said, “I’ll buy them beer!”



Problem solved.



I undid my bikini top and pushed my bottoms down. I turned around and saw that Lara and Val were doing the same. Nola was giggling, and Peter was just taking in the sights. Soon, we were three nude girls in a bar.



Instinctively, I grabbed my breasts. I looked around and saw the guys at the bar eyeing us. I could almost feel the heat from their gazes. I ran one hand down to my clit and rubbed it. They liked that.



Greg pulled out his phone and snapped away. We mugged for the camera and grabbed each other breasts. Then he had us make out a bit. Next we jumped up on the bar and spread our legs. Greg asked us to spread our pussy lips and give him a pink shot — no problem there! And then we hopped off, turned around and spread our ass cheeks, so he could get a couple of shots of our butt holes.



I turned my butt towards the surfer dudes at the bar — I wanted to make sure hey got a good look of my asshole, too.



“What do you think, guys?” I asked.



“Sweet,” said a surfer, “what are you girls doing?”



“We’re going to make our first porno, and Greg’s our director.. He’s going to send those photos out to the guys who’re going to fuck us.”



I noticed that Lara and Val had put their bikinis back on. I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to be nude in public.



“Cool,” said the other guy. “So you’re porn stars?”



“Not yet,” I said. “But we’re going to be.”



“You’re cute — I mean, really cute.” said the first guy. “Why would you do do porn?”



“Hey,” I said, pretending to pout. “Who says cute girls can’t do porn? We like cock, too. And pussy!”



“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “I love porn, and lots of the girls are hot. But you guys don’t really look like porn stars.”



“The magic of hair and make-up,” I said.



I walked over to him slowly and, I hoped, seductively. Remember, I’m a punk girl, so the girly flirty thing wasn’t something I usually did. But it was fun to be a tease now —when these guys couldn’t take their eyes off of me.



I put my arms around his neck and looked in his eyes.



“But tell me honestly,” I said, “would you like to see me get fucked? Would you like to see me take it up the ass?”



I leaned in and kissed his neck softly.



“Would you like this cute little face of mine to get glazed with hot, salty cum? Hmmm?”



He was flustered, and couldn’t speak. I ran one hand down his chest to this crotch, grabbing his crotch through his board shorts.



He was hard. Apparently, I was a pretty good flirt.



Or just a nude girl talking about fucking and cumming.



Maybe a bit of both.




“Could you jerk off to that?” I asked. “Could you cum for me? Watching me get fucked.”



I brought my face up to his and kissed him lightly on the lips.



“‘Cause that’s why I’m doing porn,” I said. “To make people cum.”



He didn’t know what to do. I kissed him, and rubbed his cock.



“Please tell me you’ll cum for me,” I said. “Please buy my movie and jerk off for me. Can you do that? Please?”



“Yes,” he said.



It was actually more of a mumble.



“Then say it.” I said.



“I’ll buy your movie,” he said, in a scratchy voice.



I rubbed his cock some more.



“And I’ll jerk off to you,” he continued.



“Thank you,” I said.



And I forced my tongue into his mouth.



“First time kissing a porn star?” I asked.



“Yes,” he said weakly.



“Cool,” I said. “Thanks for letting my feel your cock.”



And I turned around and walked away. After a few steps, I stopped, bent over and spread my ass cheeks wide. Then I stood up and walked away.



Nola, Greg and Peter had joined Lara and Val back at the bar.



“Ready to go?” asked Nola.



“You know, I think I’d like another beer,” I said, turning to the bartender. “Still free?”



“Sure,” he said. “Nude girls drink free.”



I looked at Lara and Val.



“What the hell,” said Lara getting naked again.



Val joined in, too. Even Nola!




”So what kind of porn are you going to do?” asked the bartender, handing us another round. “You guys going to do anal?”



“That’s actually a good question,” said Greg. “I’ll need to know your boundaries so I can design the scene. Is anal cool with you girls?”



“Sure,” said Lara. “I like anal.”



“I think I could do that,” said Val.



“Double penetration?” asked Greg.



“And that’w where I draw the line,” said Lara. “You can have my butt or my pussy, but you can’t have both at the same time.”



“I’m with Lara on this one,” said Val. “I can’t really believe I’m going to go through with this at all!”



“I’ll do it,” I said. “I’d like to try it.”



“Have you ever done it before?” asked Greg.



“With the help of a dildo, yes,” I said. “But I think I’d like to try it with two real dicks.”



“Cool,” said Greg. “DPs are always fun to shoot.”



Greg talked to us some more about what to expect on the set as we finished our beers. He also told us how (some) porn stars prepare for anal scenes. Apologies for being gross for a moment, but the last thing I wanted was to shit on some guys dick in front of a roomful of people. And while accidents do happen, Greg told us we’d be safe if we (a) drank a couple of ounces of olive oil (or mineral oil) the night before, (b) had a couple of enemas before arriving on the set and (c) only ate day soft food the day of the shoot.



Then, sadly, I put my clothes back on, thanked the bartender, and headed off to get our STD tests.



Three days later, we all got a text from Greg. Only four guys had committed to the shoot (plus Peter). Greg really wanted to have six guys total, two per girl. But then I realized that each of us would be fucking each of the guys. So this porn shoot was turning out to be something more like an orgy/gang bang!



My personal best had been four guys, which I thought was pretty good. Five guys — this was getting into porn star territory.



Greg also asked us not to have sex the day before the shoot, so we’d be good and horny. That sucked, but I was committed to my craft.



I woke up early on the day of the shoot. I did my enemas, showered and packed my toiletries bag. Then Peter and I drove off to the house we were using for the movie. Call time was 9:00 AM and I didn’t want to be late.



There were already a bunch of cars in the driveway, so we parked in the street. We walked in the front door. Greg was in the living room, instructing the crew on how he wanted the set to be lit. The dining room had been recommissioned as the hair and make-up station, and I introduced myself to the girls who’d be taking care of me.



Then Lara and Val showed up, and we were ready to go to work.



The costumes, it was explained to us, were super-simple — thigh-high fishnets and high heels. Then the make-up girls asked us to strip and handed each of us a robe. It was a little weird getting naked in the dining room of a stranger’s house, but I think it was because no one was really paying attention to us. They’d all been on porn sets before, and were used to seeing nude girls early in the morning.



Then Greg came in with a small bag. Inside were three good-sized butt plugs and a bottle of lube.



“Want to make sure you girls are good and loose for the anal,” he said. “Just wear them while you’re getting ready.”



I knew my asshole wasn’t ready for this yet, so I put some lube on my fingers and began to play with my anus.



Val laughed.



“Well, I guess we’re really doing this,” she said.



Fingering our assholes did generate some attention, so we bent over the dining room table and put on a show for the guys setting up. After a couple minutes, our butt holes were relaxing and I could squeeze the butt plug up my way. It was tight, but that was the point.



We put on our robes and sat down in some chairs. The hair and make-up girls then went to work. They teased our hair to give it some waves. Then we got the smoky eyes treatment, fake eyelashes, rouge, and some deep red lip gloss. We went into the bathroom to check out their work in the mirror.




“Holy shit,” said Lara. “We look like porn stars!”



And I had to agree.



We went back into the dining room and out on our stockings and heels, and removed our butt plugs.



Greg came back and he shoot some pics of us with his DSLR. Then he walked us through how the scene would proceed. He said we could take a break if we got sore or needed water, but his goal was to shoot straight through. He said it was hard to generate heat again after a scene stopped.



He also told us not to worry — just relax and have fun. He’d already spoken with the male talent, and we just needed to do what they said.



Oh, and he’d found some more male talent. There would be nine guys, total.



It was definitely a gang bang now.



I felt my butt hole tighten.



“Well, ladies?” I asked.



Lara took a deep breath.



“Let’s do this,” she said.



And this is how Porn Star for a Day went.



We put on our robes and walked out the front door, leaving it open. We heard Greg yell “Roll!” and we were on.



We dropped the ropes. The air was a little chilly and I saw my nips were hard. All of our nips were hard.



We walked in the through the door. A different cameraman (a really cute girl!) was halfway down the hallway. We walked towards, making eye contact with the camera. She backed up as we approached. Then we turned the corner, and Greg’s camera picked us up.



We walked into the living room. There were the nine guys, spread out on the couches and chairs, each playing with themselves and sporting some very nice erections. The three of us stopped in the middle room and embraced. Greg circled us as we made out.



Then it was down to the ground, and a daisy-chain. I ate out Lara, who ate out Val, who ate me out. Then we switched positions, and I started eating out Val and Lara licked my pussy. Minutes into my first porn, and I was already chowing down on two pussies.



The cameras pulled away, and we got on our knees. The boys came over to play. We each got three cocks, one for our mouths and two for our hands. I took good care of my cocks, sucking them, tonguing them and taking their balls into my mouth.



Then it was time to rotate, and worship the next set of cocks. More sucking. more licking, more ball play. Things were beginning to get sloppy, and I felt drool covering my chin.



Another rotation, and I was working on Peter and two other dudes. I looked into their eyes, and saw lust.



Good.



I wanted to impress the porn guys. I wanted to be a good little cocksucker. I wanted the porn guys to think I was just as good as a real porn star.



And Peter looked happy to see me with other men’s cocks in my mouth.



One of the porn dudes picked me up and placed me upside down on the couch. Two other dudes plopped down Lara and Val. The deep-throating was about to begin.



It started with Val. A porn dude put his cock in her mouth, and shoved it into her throat. Then he’d fuck her face briefly, just enough to get some thick, gooey spit going. Some of the spit stayed on the dick, and some landed on Val’s face. Then it was off to Lara, and then to me.



Nine dudes, nine cocks, nine throat-fuckings.



By the end, I was a goopy mess.



I loved it.



Then I felt hands on me, and I was lifted off the couch. I was placed on my hands and knees in the middle of the room. Lara and Val were placed besides me. Time for doggie style.



A cock went inside me.



The guy was good. His cock filled me up, and he had a strong, determined stroke. I heard Val and Lara begin to moan. I felt good.



I scanned the room. Greg was off to the side, and the camera girl was a further back. I saw the lights and, behind them, the crew and the make-up girls, watching us fuck. We had an audience, and I wanted to turn them on.



The cock came out and another one went it. The porn dude walked in front of me, and bent down so I could taste my pussy juice off his cock.



Seven more cocks, and we were done with doggie. I was hauled to my feet, and someone spread my legs. My arms were folded behind my back, and a pair of hands went on my shoulders.



Now we were going to get fucked standing up.



The camera girl and Greg moved in to get close ups of the cocks in our pussies. Then the camera would pan up to our faces. I looked straight into the lens.



Watch me take cock, I thought. Watch me take cock and love it.



Watch me cum.



And I did.



Eight more cocks, and we were done with standing. Anal would be next.



Lara and Val were placed face down on their bellies. A porn dude knelt behind each of them, spread their cheeks and pushed their cocks into their assholes. The girls moaned. And the dudes started to fuck them.



Meanwhile, Peter sat down on the couch. I straddled him, so we could fuck in cowgirl. I felt a hand push me down onto his chest. I felt a cock push against my asshole, and it slid in.



I was getting DPed.



I groaned as the cocks filled me up. The porn dude started out slowly, letting me get used to the sensation of being so full. Then he started fucking me good.



When I came, he stopped and pulled out of me. Another cock went in my ass, while the first dude stood on the couch and graciously allowed me to perform ATM on him.



I smiled at the camera.



A third cock went in me, then a fourth. Then we switched positions.



Peter went over to fuck Lara and Val in the ass, while another porn dude sat down on the couch. I sat down on him in reverse cowgirl, guiding his cock back in my ass. Another porn dude entered my pussy.



I think I liked this position better. My ass felt full, and my pussy was really getting pounded. Plus I could watch Lara and Val being pummeled.



I noticed how loud the room had become. Moans, groans and grunting filled the air. It sounded like three girls getting seriously fucked.



Greg came in to get a close-up of both my holes being filled.



And the cocks kept coming.



When the ninth guy finished fucking my pussy, it was time for the cum shots. Lara, Val and I were placed on the floor with our heads together. Peter started fucking my ass — he hadn’t had it yet today. The porn dudes started jerking it, and soon their spunk was flying out.



We were being showered with cum. I had my mouth open, hoping to catch a taste. And I did, but there was cum flying everywhere. My face, my tits, my hair were all getting glazed.



Peter grunted, and cream pied my ass.



The men stepped back, and the three of us got to our feet. Without wiping away one drop of cum, we walked slowly back down the hallway and out the front door. Once outside, I bent over from the hips, spread my ass cheeks, and pushed Peter’s cum out of my asshole. I felt it drip down my leg.



And the scene ended.



We walked back into the house to the sound of applause. Greg thought the scene went well and was pleased. The porn dudes came up and congratulated us on our performances. Even the make-up girls said we were good.



Finally, we went to the showers to clean up ourselves up. Then we left to join Nola for an early lunch in Santa Monica. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket.



“Congratulations,” said Nola, pouring the champagne, “on entering the elite sorority of women willing to suck and fuck on film. Oh, and congratulations to you, too, Peter, for fucking Lara and Val. How’d it go?”



“Great,” said Val.



“Intense,” said Lara. “There ended up being nine guys.”



“NINE?” asked Nola. “It was a gang bang?”



“Yup,” I said. “There was a lot of cock in that room.”



“It got a bit much at time,” said Val. “By the time the ninth guy face-fucked me, I felt like my throat was permanently enlarged.”



“For me, it was the anal,” said Lara. “I mean, I came a lot, but I almost felt like I was going to black out.”



“Yeah, I saw your face,” said Val. “Couldn’t tell whether it was ecstasy or agony.”

A stone had hit my windshield and left a small crack in it. I called my insurance company to get it fixed and they said that I could either take it to a local facility or a technician could come to my home and repair it. Opting for the easiest way to get it fixed, I made an appointment for the tech to come to my home and repair it on site. It was set up for Tuesday between 8am and 12 noon. Now, more often than not, the repairman arrives a few minutes after 12. It’s very frustrating, waiting and waiting, and then have him show up after the expected time.



Anyway, Tuesday came and instead of getting up at my usual 7am, I didn’t get out of bed until 8. I sleep in the nude so I put on my bathrobe and went to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. Among my several morning rituals besides coffee, reading the morning paper, and catching the news on the internet, is a review of some of my favorite sex blogs.



I’m a man of varied tastes. I have a particular interest in mature attractive women, especially if they’re shaved: milfs, cougars, and grannies. After all, I’m no spring chicken myself. The younger they look, the more out of reach they are for me. I also have a penchant for shaved men (I’ve been bald for years), and cum shots, particularly coming (pun intended!) from the source. My blog choices include several gay websites with pictures of men in various poses of release.



My laptop is set up on the kitchen table. Any morning you can find it open to one of the blogs described above, my coffee cup sitting next to it one side, and the morning paper on the other. Every morning my wife goes to the gym so I’m left alone to enjoy my java and entertainment for at least a couple of hours. Invariably, as I view the blogs, my hand comes to rest on my chubbed-up penis. It would be a shame to let an erection go to waste so I usually treat myself to some personal sexual gratification.



I forgot about the windshield tech coming when my doorbell rang. It was only a few minutes after 8 and he was supposed to call before he arrived. Without thinking about what I was wearing, I got up and opened the door. In front of me was a rather hunky black fellow about 30 years old, with a shaved head. He was in his glass company overall uniform, a one-piece with a bunch of buttons down the front from neck to groin. His neck was well-toned leading from his head to a pair of very broad shoulders. He looked like a guy that worked out a lot.



“Good morning, Sir. My name is André. Sorry I didn’t call but I was so close by. Will I be able to fix your windshield this morning?” I’m the kind of person who likes to shake hands when I meet someone. It gives me a sense of the person. You know, a soft wimpy handshake or a sweaty palm handshake. I extended my hand to André and we shook hands in a robust embrace. I liked that.



“No problem, André. It’s unusual for me to be first on the list. I’m usually the very last. Please come in. Can I offer you a cup of coffee before you get started?”



“That would be most kind of you. I didn’t want to stop this morning for coffee because my schedule is so full.” André followed me into the kitchen, looking around.



“Cream, sugar?”



‘Both, please.



By the way, this is a beautiful place you have here.”



My condo is brand new so it has all the latest appliances and everything is pristine. I watched him as he perused every square inch but then I noticed his eyes had settled on my laptop on the kitchen table. I was immediately embarrassed. It was open to a blog called ‘Gay Cumeating’ and there was a vivid picture of a penis ejaculating into a mouth.



André put his coffee down on the counter and approached me. He was standing no more than an arm’s length away.



“Sir, you have excellent taste. Would you be interested in our special service? It’s of no extra cost to you.” He touched my chest below my neck, where the lapels on my bathrobe folded over one another. The finger moved downward very slowly, opening my robe until he was down to the belt which was tied in a loose knot.



My cock was hardening and within seconds would probably make an appearance of its own.



“Why would you offer me this special service? Is it offered to every customer?”



“No, Sir. It is up to the discretion of the technician to decide who is offered the extra service and you fit my criteria.”



Whatever the criteria was, it didn’t matter. At this point, the head of my dick was beginning to make an appearance between the folds of my robe.



So, may I give you the special service?”



“Yes, yes. Go ahead!” I was very turned on.



André undid my belt and opened my bathrobe. My dick was now sticking straight out. André unbuttoned the top three buttons on his overalls and pulled his arms out of the sleeves, revealing a shiny and smooth upper torso accentuated by rippling muscles and two beautifully formed nipples, one with a gold barbell through it. God, he was hot!!!



“I like to be comfortable while I perform the service.”



“Do you offer this special service often?”



“I try to be as service-oriented as possible, but not all of my customers are interested in the service.”



“Do you offer it to both men and women?”



“Yes. You’d be surprised at how many women ask if we offer special services, but let me provide the special service and then I can fix your windshield.”



André dropped to his knees in front of me. His head was level with my rigid cock. André had a thick pair of lips that looked like they could make a man feel really good.



“Take your robe off, please.”



I leaned against the kitchen counter and dropped my robe to the floor, standing stark naked in front of this beautiful black man who was on his knees in front of me.



“Very nice. Have you been waiting for me?’ Andre had a broad smile on his face as he looked at my shaved cock and balls. The next thing I knew was that his very sensual lips were pressing against the head of my very turgid cock. As slowly as he could, André took my cock into his mouth. He stopped when he had the whole head of my cock in his mouth. At that point, he started to suck on just the head of my cock. The feeling was exquisite. At the same time, André was using his tongue to massage my glans. Because he was a stranger to me and there was a degree of tension for me about what was happening, André had some work ahead of him. My brain and my penis weren’t really synchronized.



I looked down at André. He looked up at me and his eyes were smiling. At that point, André’s mouth moved down on my cock. Within seconds he had half my cock in his mouth. I’m not huge but I’m not small either. I’d say I’m about 6 inches or so when I’m hard and I’m about 2 inches in diameter. I’m not ashamed of my equipment. All the while, as his lips provided a strong grip, his tongue was caressing my cock. André’s strong hands were massaging my thighs, moving up until they firmly gripped my ass cheeks. He pulled me forward and, in a matter of seconds, my cock was all the way in his mouth. His full lips were pressing up against my smooth pubic bone. His tongue was stroking the bottom of my cock. The man was incredibly talented.



André was moving back and forth on my cock. All the way out and then all the way in, giving my cock a slow methodical massage with his sensual lips. His big hands were kneading my buttocks, pulling me forward and then releasing me with a definite rhythm. At this point my brain and cock were definitely in synch. I could feel the pleasure starting to build. My orgasm was not far off. André knew it because he intensified his sucking.



“I’m going to cum!”



It was only fair to let him know that I was about to blow my load. And I did, with waves of incredibly intense pleasure. My dick exploded in torrents into André’s mouth, pulse after pulse after pulse. I had never, ever had a blowjob like that before. I know that my jism filled his mouth but he made the best of it. Actually, his enthusiasm testified to his enjoyment. André swallowed my spunk several times. He kept my dick in his mouth until I started to soften. He pulled back, leaving me with a shrunken penis but a big smile on his face.



“I hope you enjoyed my special service. I know that I did.”



“Oh my God!” It was a cliché but it was all I could say. In my life, I had had many a blowjob but this one was far and away the best I’d ever had.



“Thank you, André. That was phenomenal. I enjoyed it very much.” That was an understatement, for sure.



André got up off his knees and buttoned up his uniform. I took a last look at his expansive chest with its single pierced nipple.



“Well, I’ve got work to do and a schedule to meet, so if you could show me where your car is, I can get started.”



“It’s in the garage. Follow me.” I took him out to the garage.



“It’s not too bad. I can use our new polymer technology and fill the chip and crack in. If, after I’m done, you’re unhappy with the way it looks because it will leave a small scratch on the windshield, we can replace the windshield. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for another day if you wanted it done here, or you can take it to our shop.”



“André, let’s see how it comes out and then I’ll make a decision.” Of course, I wanted the windshield to be fixed correctly but I was wondering if I would get the ‘special service’ at the repair shop.



André set to work as I watched his rippled body stretch over the fender to reach the damaged area. I was able to get a nice look at him as his body extended. He had a fairly pronounced bulge in the front and a nice bubble butt in the back.



“I’m going in the house. Call me when you’re done. OK?”



“Yes, Sir. It won’t be more that another 15 minutes.”



I went into my kitchen where my laptop was still open to the blog. I looked at the pictures with even more appreciation. About fifteen minutes had passed when I heard André come in from the garage.



“Sir, your windshield is done.” We stepped outside where I examined André’s efforts. Where the crack had once been there was just a tiny chip visible.



“The repair is completely guaranteed. If you’re not satisfied, we’ll be happy to replace the windshield, at your convenience, of course.”



The remaining mark wasn’t all that bad but I’m a perfectionist.



“Let me live with it for a week or so. I’m not sure if it’s acceptable. If I want a new windshield, would you be the tech who installs it?” I was concerned about the ‘special service.’



“Yes sir, this is my territory.”



“OK. Do you have something for me to sign?” I wanted to give him a ‘special’ tip in appreciation for his efforts but my wife was due home at any moment. The tip in mind would have been very similar to the ‘special service’ he gave me.



André offered me a clipboard with an acknowledgement of the repair and a copy of the guarantee on it.



I signed it and handed it back to him. “Thank you very much for all of your efforts, André. They were much appreciated.”



“No sir, thank you, for your business and the opportunity to provide you with our services.” André had a sort of Cheshire cat look on his face. He handed me a glass company business card with his name on it. “My cell phone number is on my card. Please feel free to call me if I can be of any further service.”



The more I thought about it, the more dissatisfied I was becoming with the remaining defect in my windshield. I knew that only a new windshield would satisfy me and that I would be calling André soon.

Standard warning before you start:



This story is completely a work of fiction involving sexual relations between family members. All characters are over the age of 18. Also, this story deals with realistic bodily fluids and odors as they relate to sex. If none of this sounds like a turn off to you, then proceed and enjoy.




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The car stilled as I cut the engine. I turned the hand crank to raise the window before opening the door. I moved my left leg to step out and felt a sharp pain on the bottom of my thigh as it separated from the hot leather seat. I hissed my agony and gently lifted my other leg to save myself the pain.



I stepped out into the summer heat and slammed the old car’s door shut. Quickly I opened the trunk and retrieved the three plastic bags filled with groceries, some of their contents already melting. Rushing to the front door of the house I, fumbled with my keys, not knowing the door was already unlocked. As I stepped into the house I could smell the scent of marijuana floating down from upstairs. That wonderful odor, and what it meant, covered my sun-warmed body in goosebumps.



In the kitchen I threw the bags of what needed to freeze or cool in the fridge and headed up stairs, taking the steps two at a time. The hall outside his room was heavy with the stench of pot and misty with smoke.



“No class today?” I asked after stepping into his room. I was greeted by the sight of my son Jason completely nude, in a reclined position on his bed, his hand slowly working up and down the length of his erect dick. He had one leg pushed out straight and the other bent slightly at the knee.



A small half-gone joint lay smoldering in an ashtray at the side of his bed. With his free hand he reached for it and took a long drag before setting it back.



“Skipped ‘em”. He said as he exhaled, giving me his cocky little grin, his fist still slipping over his cock.



From the TV at the end of his bed came sounds of moaning and the thap thap thap of rough fucking. I passed in front of it and glanced at it.



“What are you watching?” I asked, walking to his nightstand and picking up the joint. I inhaled a lungful of smoke while looking down at my son’s wonderful body. His cock was at full arousal and looked almost painfully swelled. His pubic hair was trimmed short and neatly into a small patch that created a semi-circle over his dick. It was shiny with sweat, as was his toned stomach and chest. I looked up to his face and saw sweat beaded on his brow, his eyes were focused back on the TV.



“It’s that video I was telling you about.” He said, his hand pausing at the tip of his dick to swipe his palm over the tip, collecting more of his precum, his natural lube. “This is that girl who goes around to public restrooms, like bars and shit, and just fucks anybody. Doesn’t matter what they look like or how big they are or nothin’.” He said, glancing over at me with that shitty grin again before returning his focus on the TV.



I looked over as well and saw what he was talking about. On the screen there was a small blond girl bent over a sink. Behind her stood a man who’s giant gut hung out of his t-shirt. He was doing his best to stuff her pussy with his dick. His face was blotchy red and covered in sweat, his breathing rasping as he bucked against her. Off behind them and to the side were a few other men. A couple of them had their pants off and were jerking their dicks, while the others just watched and commented.



I took another small drag and set the joint back in it’s place. I let the smoke out as I started to unbutton my tight short-sleeved blouse. “That’s pretty nasty. She must have every disease.” I said as I snapped my bra off, letting it fall to the floor with my blouse.



“Yeah, no condoms or anything.” Jason said with great pleasure in his voice. By baring my breasts I was able to draw his attention away from the screen momentarily. I stood there letting him gape as he continued to jerk off. I rubbed my hand along a bright red mark where my bra strap had bitten into my side. My hand came away damp with sweat.



I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down. They were damp with perspiration, the crotch of them soaked through from front to back.



Jason’s gaze moved back to the Television. I took one last pull on the joint, finally feeling the full effects of it. Then I walked back through his view as I returned to the other side of the bed clad only in my panties. I slid onto the bed and curled up next to him facing the screen.



We watched as the fat man let out a pathetic groan as he started cumming inside the girl. The girl just stood there and took it, grinning back at the man and then over to the camera. “Wow. Check that out” she said to the camera and then laughed. The view then swung around to her backside just as the next hard-cocked guy was stepping up. The camera operator pushed him away gently. “Hold up.” he said, focusing on her rear. It was obvious that the girl had already serviced a number of men. Her ass was covered in streaks and gobs of spunk and was red and raw from being smacked and gripped. The camera focused down on her abused cunt as the fat man’s thick and full load oozed slowly from her hanging cuntlips. “Now that’s a fucking load.” the cameraman said, keeping her streaming genitals in the shot for a while.



“Yeah it is, and I’m working on a similar one right now.” Jason said, grinning over at me, drawing my attention from the screen. I smiled back and looked at his dick, sticky with sweat and his excitement. I watched for a few moments, gauging his pace. As he slid his hand up to the tip again I reached over and wrapped my hand around the base. He looked down at what I had done and pulled his hand away. I started to slowly slip my and up along his shaft, trying to match the speed he was using. I paused at the head to collect some of his cream as it oozed from the tip and then resumed the motions.



“Shit, can I get a paper towel or some toilet paper?” a voice said from the TV followed by echoing laughter. I looked back up at the screen to see the camera was at a slightly different angle. It was off to the side a bit but still pointed at her ass. The girl was holding herself open with one hand, exposing her puckered asshole and cunt. A man was standing behind her with his cock pointed at her messy twat, about an inch from it.



“No, either put it in my dirty cunt or move aside.” the girl’s words echoed in the small restroom, a hint of frustration in her voice. The guy chose the former and pressed his thick swollen head against her well-used hole. The mic on the camera picked up the lewd squelch as he pushed firmly inside her, displacing the cum from her previous mates.



After a few quick thrusts showing his cock smeared in other men’s semen, the camera panned back to the girl’s side, her large fake breasts hanging down at the edge of the sink. My hand kept it’s even pace up and down Jason’s long swollen cock, his precum seeping between my thin fingers.



Jason reached over and put his hand on my side, rubbing it slowly. It wasn’t long before his hand slid down to my front and found one of my tit. He cupped it and gently played with it’s long nipple, rubbing his fingers over it lazily.



I lowered my head and took the tip of him into my mouth as my hand half-stroked him. He let out a low groan and his cock flexed, spewing another large gob of his preseed into my mouth. I lapped at it, licking the piss slit and then pulled my mouth off of him. He let out another groan, this one of frustration, as I resumed my handjob.



He ran his hand down to the sweaty underside of my breast and lifted it slightly, letting gravity take it back down with a wet slap. Then his hand slid lower, down my belly. He strained a bit could not reach what he wanted with the way we were situated.



He brought his hand around to my back and again tried to reach but could only grab the hem of my panties. He tugged gently on them, pulling the crotch of them between damp lips of my pussy.



“How about you just ask?” I said with a look of mock frustration. I turned over so I was facing towards him, switching hands in the process, not missing a stroke on his rigid cock. With his help I pulled my panties off, now soaked through with a combination of arousal and perspiration. My musky scent exploded into the air as he tossed them to the floor.



I lounged on his legs, my breast laying against his shaven balls. I stroked him slowly with my off hand, something I was getting better at with practice. I had one leg lain out straight near him and the other I bent and lifted up to spread for him. Jason pushed my raised leg, opening me more. His hand then went to my shaven cunt, rubbing firmly against it. The recently shaven stubble scrapped against his hand as he slid his hand upwards, my bi-weekly waxing appointment still days off.



I let out a moan as he groped me, switching back to my right hand to manipulate him.



His attention was fully between my legs as he firmly pressed his hand along my shaven pussy, the mound of it prominently bulged out from between my thighs. Just as his hand slid back down to cup my wet and swollen labia his gaze moved quickly to the TV.



I couldn’t see what was going on but the grunting and smacking sounds made me believe that yet another strange man was emptying his balls into the depraved young girl.



Jason’s middle finger pressed at my wet folds. He wiggled his finger until he found the separation of my lips and easily slipped it inside. I let out a moan and noticed his eyes were still in a zombie-stare at the TV. I pulled his cock down towards me and craned my neck to take the head back inside my mouth, swiping the underside of it with my tongue. He let out gasp followed by a moan but his eyes stayed on the screen.



I let his dick fall from mouth and paused my stroking. A string of cum clung to my chin. “Can you shut that off?” I said.



He looked down at me slightly confused for a moment. While my expression earlier had been of mock frustration, it was very similar to the real one I had then. “Oh. Sorry.” He said and grabbed the remote to hit stop.



While he had slid a finger inside my drooling cunt, the distraction had kept him from doing the work with it that I so badly desired. He tossed the remote aside and looked down at me. “Sorry.” he said again and then returned his attention to my spread legs. His thick middle finger worked slowly in and out, curly slightly as it withdrew to make better contact with my engorged clitoris. I resumed the motion of my hand over his pole, my own stimulation causing me to speed up his.



It wasn’t long before he removed he removed the finger from my cunt, drawing my own attention to my splayed crotch. He held up his finger for a moment, examining the glistening juices and then slid it back between my legs, this time letting it press against the tight pucker of my asshole. The intense heat of the summer sun had left my asshole sticky with sweat. He pressed his finger, wet with my juices, firmly against it, making slow small circles over it. My face wrinkled in the discomfort, bringing a smile to his lips.



Switching his cock back to my left hand I awkwardly reached behind and pulled open my ass, spreading it for him. The meaty cheek separated from the other with a slightly audible sound. Opening my ass did nothing to loosen the tight pucker as he firmly pushed against it. He gave a quick jab and my muscle gave way to his invading digit, a pained whimper slipping from my lips. He pressed further into my back hole, finding entrance easier once the barrier was passed.



I let my fleshy cheek fall back into place and wrapped my right hand back around his messy dick. Both of my hands were now pasty with his sweat and excitement. I began upping the pace, bringing him towards his climax.



Jason got his finger rooted in my ass to the second knuckle and then used his thumb to tickle my thick clit. Both digits brought moans and caused me to squirm against him.



Soon after the increase in speed of my handjob, Jason was moaning, sweat dripping from his face, running off of his chest and stomach, soaking the crumpled sheets beneath him. He made slight little motions with his hips, hunching up into my stroking fist.



He had worked his thumb down and pushed it between the folds of my thick lips, finding the entrance to my cunt and planting it inside. Now with his middle finger in my ass and his thumb in my cunt he started a fast and firm fucking motion, jamming in and out of my holes.



With his other hand he clenched the bed sheet next to him, his attention at my spread legs.



I then craned my neck back down and took his dickhead in my mouth, bobbing my head as fast as I could in the strange position.



“Oh fuck mom, fuck! Gonna cum.” he said, reaching up to grab a handful of my dyed blond hair.



Moments later he started to erupt. He shouted a pained grunt as his first shot of seed spewed into my mouth. I kept my lips sealed around his dick just below the head, letting my tongue slither around the messy underside. He jabbed his cock up into my mouth, trying his best to push my head down further that it would go as more and more of his incestuous semen unloaded in my mouth. His cream pooled in my mouth as I breathed through my nose, inhaling the scent of my sweat drenched son.



The muscles of his hand contracted with his orgasm, causing the finger and thumb buried inside of me to attempt to come together, painfully pinching the thin membrane that divided my pussy and anus. This grip got even tighter with each powerful surge of his cock.



Finally his orgasm ended and he released the hold on my head. He let out a loud satisfied groan. His fingers relaxed but did not slip from my privates. I slowly pulled my head up along his thick cockhead, making sure to keep my lips tight, careful not to lose any of his copious seed.



I sat up the best I could with his hand still occupying my holes, a mouthful of my son’s semen. I waited for Jason to look up at me and I opened my mouth, showing him what he had done. He stared with a dazed look, his muscular chest rising and falling quickly. I felt a bit of the mess slip from the corner of my mouth so I closed my mouth as fast as I could and tilted my head back to draw the filth further in. I then opened my mouth again and let him view the load one last time before it was gone.



Closing my mouth I swallowed, keeping my eyes locked with his. The sludge slowly slid down my throat. With two fingers I scooped up the escaped cum and pushed it back into my mouth. I sucked my fingers clean, all the while keeping my eyes locked with his.



He then pulled his fingers from my cunt and ass, causing me to whimper. He grabbed my shoulders in both strong hands and pulled me up onto him. With our sweaty bodies pressed together he kissed me deeply. He tasted his own cum as his tongue dove into my mouth. His hand cupped my cheek as we kissed, a wet thumb on my lower lip. I could smell the distinctly different odors of my ass and cunt, could almost taste them.



We kissed with great love and passion for a short while and then broke. He stared up at me in awe and I back down at him the same. He saw the need in my eyes and rolled me off of him. Laying me back on the bed he opened my legs wide. He laid down between them, his face between my thighs. He placed a thumb on either side of my cunt and pried the damp lips apart. A pool of my excitement trickled out and down along my abused asshole. He caught it with his tongue, the unexpected sensation of it against my tight pucker making me squirm. Then he slid it up to my pussy and started eating me.



Jason knew to focus mainly on the bud of my clit but also snaked his tongue down occasionally to lap at my oozing hole. It was less than a minute before I was screaming out my orgasm, by body jerking and trembling as he continued to lick my buttery cunt.



Babbling incoherently I was able to finally tug his head from between my legs, coaxing him up to lay with me. He put his head to my chest, gently groping and sucking on my long and erect nipples



After a bit of after-fuck talk I slid away from him and started to gather my discarded clothing. Upon standing back up I caught him sniffing his fouled middle finger.



I started to head for the door clutching my clothing when he said “Would you ever do that?”



I paused and turned back to him, my full breasts swaying. “Do what?” I asked with a queer look on my face.



He picked back up the remote and hit play. “That.” He said, looking at me with a serious curiosity as the girl on screen remained bent over, awaiting her next cock.



I just rolled my eyes and went down the hall to shower.

“Will you please sit down? Honestly, the way you’ve been pacing and fidgeting would make coffee nervous. Come sit over here.”



Gretch moved her long legs enough to leave me a place to sit on the other end of the couch. Without another word, she flipped through channels with the television remote until she found an old episode of Law and Order. I hate that show, and I would have loved to watch the NBA playoffs, but she wanted Law and Order. I sat down and waited.



I had reason to be nervous. It had been nearly a week since Gretchen found the laptop I use to look at porn sites. I have an intense fetish for female domination, and it was all there, including the charges for web cam visits with an Asian dominatrix. All she said at the time was, “I need to think about this.” I’d been waiting since then for a reaction.



My wife has a well deserved reputation for being stoic. Believe me; you don’t ever want to play poker with her. Gretch is of German ancestry, hence the thick, golden blonde hair she often wears with the front braided to hold her hair back from her wide forehead, rosy cheeks and soft pink complexion. Her softly delicate nose and a perfectly formed little mouth give her an almost cherubic air about her.



She isn’t what one would call a big girl; more like strong, with a fit and naturally athletic body. Unlike her, I have the body of an old British rock star, slim and petite for a man. Nevertheless, it’s her incredibly unique blue-green eyes which define the beauty that is my wife.



I’ve never been sure if she is aware that she rarely makes eye contact with anyone. Her eyes are always looking elsewhere or looking at her perennial crossword puzzle book. Even with her eyes closed, she’s a beauty with her soft blonde eyelashes and firmly determined little mouth. But when she finally looks at you, the effect is dramatic.



There have been times when I have fallen into those lovely pools of aquamarine. Her sweetness and charm can be a powerful intoxicant, but just as disarming is the twinkle in her eye and the slight curl of her lips when she is amused.



Gretchen speaks softly, so I must strain to hear her. This is difficult when she is looking down at her crossword or gazing out of the window. I must be diligent, however; she might be commenting on a commercial on TV but she could just as easily be telling me something important.



Long before the discovery of my secret laptop, I learned to dread the times when she looks up suddenly with lips pursed, brow furrowed. When Gretch is cross, her emotions are displayed in the smoldering anger in her eyes.



I have listened to her arguing on the phone, then hanging up while softly speaking a string of German that is disturbingly pleasant. I don’t have to speak German to know that she’s pissed off.



She has given me “the look” before, but I have never angered her enough to merit a scolding in German.



She swung her long legs back onto the couch. I felt like a schoolboy as I couldn’t help admiring the view from the short denim skirt she wore. Gretchen is thirty-eight, but she could easily pass for a woman much younger, and this after giving birth to our three children.



She placed her bare feet into my lap, saying, “Make yourself useful and rub my feet.”



I have many fetishes and I’m not into feet, per se, but I hadn’t touched my wife in over a week. I was both horny and terrified as I waited for her wrath to come.



It felt wonderful to be useful. It was nice to do something to please her, but I glanced at her and found that she was paying no attention to me or my ministrations.



This stoicism which is always so frustrating was driving me crazy. Suddenly, I wanted more than anything to kiss her pretty pink toes. I had barely tightened my grip on her insoles, preparing to raise them to my lips when she said softly, “Do you think you deserve to do that?”



Thinking quickly, I replied sincerely, “I don’t deserve anything. I have disappointed you and I feel terrible.”



She swung her bare legs back so that she now faced forward on the couch with her feet resting on the plush carpet. “Take off your clothes, and then come sit in front of me.”



In all of this time, I still hadn’t caught a glimpse of her big blue eyes. She seemed to pay no attention as I stripped and knelt on the floor in front of her. She extended one pretty foot. I didn’t need an engraved invitation. I held her foot reverently, lovingly placing soft kisses to her toes.



She said my name and I looked up to find her staring at me. There was that smirk that told me she was enjoying my predicament. She leaned forward, smiled and softly whispered, “Who told you that I was disappointed in you?” Before I could answer, she leaned back and shoved her foot into my mouth as far as it could go.







She withdrew it slowly while I strained to devour as much of her foot as possible. She thrust her big toe into my mouth and told me to suck it gently. I was eventually rewarded with the task of sucking all of her pretty toes. I heard a soft chuckle, but her eyes were on the television.



By now, my cock was so hard that it bounced lewdly in front of me. I knew it would be a mistake, but I was willing to risk begging her for sexual release when she said, simply and quietly, “Don’t get any on the carpet.”



I gazed up to be sure I understood correctly, but her eyes were on the crossword puzzle in her lap. I grabbed my cock and began masturbating furiously.



It took seconds to bring me to a mind shattering orgasm. I carefully deposited my semen to form a pool on the top of her feet and toes. I looked up to her for approval. She was looking me straight in the eye. I knew that look; I’d seen it many times when she was doing business for her family’s construction company.



“They say that the sanest moments in a man’s life come right after an orgasm, so I want you to listen while you lick my feet clean. I’ve had time to study your laptop. While I don’t approve of you jerking off to pictures of women dominating men, you crossed the line when you contacted that Asian woman. What were you thinking? You know very well that you have been a kept husband for too long. You are aware that



you wouldn’t last a day if I threw you out.”



She was right about that. In fact, if I hadn’t met Gretchen, I don’t know where I’d be today.



I got a job with her family’s construction company when I graduated high school, but it didn’t take long to see that I was all thumbs and too small when it came to hard manual labor. I’d never learned any office skills, so my future was looking bleak when Gretch showed up one day at the construction site.



It was love at first sight, which isn’t surprising for me, but Gretchen had fallen for me, as well. I wasn’t the only guy to notice that her denim shorts were getting shorter every day.



Her tool belt was slung low on her hips, her faded work shirt tied in front to reveal her taut belly and soft cleavage. She could have been one of the girls in those glossy calendars that you find in garages and auto repair shops everywhere.



The next year was a whirlwind of courtship, culminating in my asking her gruff old grandfather for Gretchen’s hand in marriage. To the chagrin of everyone, including the many guys that dreamed of being in my shoes, I found myself married to a beautiful, intelligent woman with an impressive income from the family business.



It was the guys on the crew, the guys who laughed at my ineptitude, who began to call me Lucky after I married the boss’s daughter. I’d be a liar if I said that I got no pleasure from their sour grapes, but to me it was payback, especially for Danny. I accepted the name with pride.



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Gretchen shook me from my reverie when she placed her other foot to my mouth as she spoke to her crossword puzzle. “I don’t need a degree in Psychology to see why you enjoy being dominated sexually. The little Asian women are the antithesis of your own wife.



“I think you are hiding your feelings of inadequacy. You are well aware that you are hen-pecked by a strong willed woman who controls your life with her purse. Isn’t this so?”



“I’ve always been grateful for the life you have made for us, Gretchen, but it is your love that controls my life. I won’t deny that I have always felt this need to surrender myself sexually.”



“So, you jerk off to petite Asian women that you pay to humiliate you. Does that help you forget that I have always been the head of this household? When you pay her, do you forget that the money you give her is mine? Answer me!”



I looked up and saw the fury that blazed in those eyes. I cringed and as I did, I realized that I’ve always cringed when she directs her anger at me.



“I, I don’t know what to say, Gretchen honey. I love you so much and I always will. I can’t control these dark feelings. I’m truly sorry, but I don’t think I can promise to just forget about these desires, no matter how it displeases you.”



Again, that curt retort, “I will let you know what displeases me. I have plans for you, Lucky, lessons to be learned. You will learn to behave, I can promise you that.



“I have some ideas, but I will give you two orders for today. First, and this goes without saying, you will do as you’re told. Second, the vault is off limits to you from now on. You will never enter the vault again.”



I should explain about the vault. When we bought our home, we bought a small two bedroom single story on an extra large lot. Having a construction company at our disposal, we planned to add more if and when the time came.



The time came when Gretch was pregnant for the second time. Our first daughter was followed by the twins, Ray and Sue.



We decided to let Ray have his own room and let the girls share the master bedroom because of its size and private bath. We began work immediately on a master bedroom for us.



Gretchen loves the smell of freshly cut wood and getting her hands dirty, so she threw herself into her project with enthusiasm. The family often joked about her “projects.”



Gretchen was never one to do a half-assed job on anything. To the contrary, you could call her projects overkill. The result was the room which came to be known as “The Vault.”



The name is appropriate. The room is nearly a third as large as the rest of the house. It’s windowless, completely soundproof with a combination door lock and a second door that leads down to the garage below.



When the inside door next to the original master bedroom is opened, a recording of a cocktail party plays so that even if one enters the vault from inside the house, no sound from inside can be heard.



There could be twenty people in the vault and no one in the living room would be aware of their presence. It was a great place to get away from the kids.



It has a full kitchen, bath and, unknown to our children, the fireplace conceals a door that opens a third way to the alley in back. Add a couple of nanny cams for the living room and the kitchen to keep an eye on the house and it became the ultimate hideout. I suddenly realized how much I would miss it and worse, what may be going on inside. I was pondering this when Gretchen simply said,



“Go to bed. You’ll sleep in Ray’s room tonight and shut the door behind you.” I reached for my clothes and she simply said, “Leave them” She returned to her crossword, as if the conversation had never taken place.



It was only nine o’clock and there wasn’t a stick of furniture in Ray’s old room, nothing but the single bed without pillows or sheets. I lay there and wondered what my wife had in store for me.



I was afraid that I had become one of Gretch’s projects.

Genre: Seduced by porn

Featuring: “Changes” and “Being Porn Again”



Changes (Cal Vista)

Headliner: Jessica Drake



What do affluent Californian women do when they need to raise cash? Get into the sex industry. Cash poor Nancy just lost her husband and is about to lose her really nice house. Her wealthy friend, Ann, who is not as uptight as she dresses, convinces her to loan her house out to the porn crew.



After much soul searching and voice-overs, Nancy agrees and the sex begins! Without any fanfare a couple is in a doggie-position on one of Nancy’s beds. As a hard dick pounds into the starlet’s pussy, Nancy just has to watch from afar though glass. Very quickly the widow enjoys what she sees and becomes impressed with the porn stud especially after he cums all over his partner’s face.



When he’s cleaning up, Nancy just “happens” to walk in on him in the bathroom. With little invitation Nancy rips off his towel around his waist, drops to her knees, and gives him a sloppy, porn-style blowjob. She finishes with a shot over her breasts and not feeling a bit guilty.



Quickly, it’s time for a couch scene. With two new actors, Nancy again watches from afar admiring their “work”. Though she seems intrigued she walks away during the (condom) fuck segment. There is an anal segment before ending with a splattering on ass.



Ann returns to Nancy’s home to discover that Nancy messed around with the male talent. This is where Jessica Drake, as herself, enters the feature. Nancy shockingly learns that Ann likes women and doesn’t realize yet her best friend is using her home for a pick-up with a male porn star. But through a glass window she spies on them and becomes jealous of Ann’s sexuality. Jessica then walks up to Nancy and explains to her that Ann is a slut who tramps with porn studs who she meets when renting out her house. Cheating slut! After Nancy makes a few Freudian slips, Jessica pulls her away for a serious discussion. Meanwhile we return to Ann and her romp. She gives a hungry blowjob right before an (condom) intercourse segment. Standing right of the bed is a member of the crew (who probably wasn’t meant to be seen). Fair sex scene with a woman who prefers fucking porn stars and at least likes to act like a port actress when in bed.



Jessica takes Nancy to her bedroom and decides it is time to introduce her to bisexuality. With an awkward schizophrenic discussion, Nancy gets into it and the training begins.



“Will you shut up? I can’t concentrate!” – Nancy’s split personality, to herself.



You can almost feel Nancy’s nervousness, acting like a virgin while Jessica the experienced seductress. The eroticism peaks when Jessica shows no mercy with her wickedness when she makes Nancy agree to taste pussy if Jessica can make her cum. Though timid at first Nancy loses her shyness when she tongue-fucks Jessica’s pussy. Granted the sex isn’t steamy hot, but you see before you the transformation of Nancy. Isn’t this why you picked this feature in the first place?



After a long day, a lost and tired actor arrives hours late at Nancy’s house. By now, Nancy doesn’t need much inner thought and has instantly entered the porn agent business. Second one – the casting couch. Second two – deal by blowjob. Accepting herself as a slut, she learns sex is easily traded in this industry and she’s only started!



Pros: Decent execution of storyline. Good, albeit one, scene with Jessica Drake.

Cons: Condom use. No facials. Stilted and awkward voice-overs.

Production quality: Fair.

Score: 3 of 5



Being Porn Again (Metro Interactive)

Headliner: Violet Blue



The allure of this movie is seeing this respectable woman who gets drawn in by the porn industry. Starring a blonde journalist who gets her initiation watching a live sex scene during taping while doing interviews for a piece on porn.



“I’m allergic to hay.” – Porn starlet.

“It’s okay, it’s straw.” – Smart-ass guy.



In her sexy business attire, she watches with approval as a starlet gets two cocks at once. They fuck in a variety of positions and includes anal. The starlet of the hour takes cum in her mouth while our young journalist discovers the appeal of fucking for money.



After much disapproval of her fuckumentry in the mainstream media, her career goes into ruin. Not able to flush the images of sex from her mind, she easily decides to corrupt herself, her reputation, and sell her pussy for cash. Her first scene to prove herself is a gonzo scene. The sex itself is plain and not a bit outstanding. Was it to show her inexperience and subtle entry into the industry? Or was it kept simple to make this feature fast and simple? It is a condom scene with anal. Not bad for a porn cherry. Though it’s a C- grade sex scene, she does take swallow and wants more.



Next is a “dramatization”, a fantasy world that never really happened. Our blonde journalist (I missed her name), explains to us a typical lunch with an agent where the girl sometimes is asked to give sexual favors. Though our blonde says, she doesn’t have it that bad and only does it twice or so a week. Our imaginary couple engages in sex at his behest if she wants to get into the biz. The smile on her face tells me she didn’t mind.



After a short interview where our blonde tells us the downside of porn such as body-altering cosmetic surgery, she recalls one of her roles in a spoof of “Sex in the City”. It’s the feature’s technique to fulfill their obligatory lesbian scene.



Next, she explains to us that the upside to her life is a great, uninhibited sex life. Any fantasy fulfilled and all she has to do is to fuck the director (as she proudly demonstrates). Dressed as a vampire she joins a man and a woman for a threesome. The scene is only special if you imagine here’s a woman who once tried to be a hardworking and respectable but resorted to be a port slut.



The movie ends with a moral: After watching this feature about life on the inside you’ll never know about life on the inside! It’s five scenes tied together by low-budget narration. Only your imagination can make it better.



Pros: Our heroine is really attractive.

Cons: Condoms, rather cheap execution of story.

Production quality: Fair.

Score: 2 of 5

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