When my wife and I went our separate ways, I never thought I was going to end up seeing her in one of my mate's porn videos. It was quite embarrassing. I wasn't even concentrating until one of my mates said “Here, isn't that your Pamela?” “Very funny,” I retorted, thinking he was just taking the ********, that it was his idea of a drunken joke. But when I looked, I had a sickening feeling that he wasn't joking, that it was my wife. “Turn it off,” I said, but they weren't going to miss this – my wife starkers and about to get shafted. Soon they would know just what she was like when having sex.
It all started when she was getting desperate for money. She was reading Loot looking for jobs when she saw an advert. “Women 18-45 Wanted for Adult Video Work. No Experience Required. Call Now for Interview”
Was this the right place? It as the right address but not the swish offices she'd been expecting. Then she noticed, just inside the door, an A4 sheet with the legend Kensington Productions. 1st Floor.
Yes, that was the company she was after. Taking a deep breath she started the walk upstairs. Next she came to a door which said Kensington Productions. She knocked timidly and a voice yelled 'Come in'
'I'm here about you advert,' she said hesitantly.
'Yes, of course. Sit down. Cup of coffee?'
She shook her head and sat down nervously on the edge of the sofa
'You done this kind of work before then?'
She shook her head. 'No really.'
'Okay, not to worry. Nothing to it really. I'm sure you've got all the right qualifications.' She was aware of his eyes looking her over. 'From what I can see anyway.'
'You married?'
'Yes, I am, but we're no together at the moment.'
'Sorry to hear it. So you've not been having any lately then?'
'Any.... ? Oh I see, what you mean. No, not lately?'
'So you haven't got a friendly guy who can help out, put a smile on your face?'
She shook her head.
'Not to worry, eh? I'm sure you'll get some offers. Well, I'm sure you know what we're all about here. Mainly we just want ordinary everyday women to do nude photography and adult videos.'
She nodded.
'Well, first thing, obviously, I need a proper look at your figure.'
'Nude?'
'Yes, if that's all right.'
She swallows hard and nods. There's no going back now. She stands up. She hasn't dressed up anything special for the interview. She wasn't really sure what look they'd be after. It's just sensible everyday stuff really.
She starts to unbutton her white blouse. Her fingers are trembling at each button and she is conscious of his eyes on her. It's the first time she has ever undressed for another man apart from her husband. She feels the cool air on her belly and she shrugs the blouse away from her body and shoulders, then takes it off altogether and drops it on the sofa. She feels so expose now, vulnerable, and yet she is conscious of her nipples stiffening, poking at the material of her bra. He must have noticed that surely, it will be the focus of his attention now, taking pleasure in seeing her aroused.
She reached around to her back, unclipping the strap, letting gravity do the rest, pushing the cups down, exposing her cleavage. Then she grits her teeth and goes all the way, taking her bra off and exposing her naked breasts to his gaze.
'You've got a nice pair of breasts,' he says.
'Thanks,' she says.
'Good nipples,'
She doesn't know what to say, but the conversation does make her feel a bit less uncomfortable.
Encouraged, she unbuttons the waistband of her sensible skirt and slides down the side zip. Loosened, it drops to the floor. Now she is as vulnerable as she ahs ever felt, standing in front of a strange man in just her flimsy cotton pants. She is vaguely conscious of her public bush and how it must ne plain to see through the material.
'Hm, I'm liking what I'm seeing,' the man says. 'And I'm not the only guy I'm sure.'
She is conscious of him waiting now, waiting impatiently to see her fully naked. Taking deep breath, she hooks her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pushes them down, swaying her legs back and forth so that they drop to the floor. Now she is fully naked in front of him, conscious of his eyes on her breasts, her nipples, then moving to her public bush.
'That's a good bush you got there,' he says. 'A lot of the girls shave it these days, but there's still plenty of guys who like to see a good bush on a woman. They're going to love you.'
They? She's suddenly thinking, how many other men are going to see her nude. Very few men have had that privilege until today, but now....
'Not to hard, was it?' he says. 'Sit down a minute,' he says and
she does so, crossing her arms across her breasts.
'Well what we usually do is what I call a 'practical'
'What's that?'
'Getting down to some action, if ou know what I mean?'
He grabs her hand and she stands up and he leads her to a side small side room which is empty apart from a single bed with some crumpled bedclothes. Suddenly she gets nervous and pulls her hand away from his. 'No, I'm not sure...'
'What do you mean? You're not chickening out now are you. Come on, it's only a fuck, you're not exactly a virgin are you?'
He's blocking the door now and she can't get past him. He pushed her back until the back of her knees are against the bed and another push send her back further so that she can't help but fall back onto the bed. He leers down at her, naked and helpless, her nipples stiffening, a pink line showing between her public bush. He leans over her and pushes her legs apart. He has unbuckled his trouser belt, loosned his zip and dropped the trousers to the floor. She can see the outline of his stiff cock pressing against his pants and as he pulls at the waistband she sees his erect prick spring out into view. Pointing upwards, she guesses its size as between 7” and 8”, bigger than her husband's and looking potent. It looks like a real babymaker and she feels the need begin to stir in her, a fluttering in her stomach and an ache deep inside her cunt, the kind of ache that can only be satisfied by a man's cock. He's touching her cunt lips with the tip of his cock now, probing, teasing, looking for that telltale trace of lubrication and despite her initial feelings of reluctance she realises that she is starting to get wet. She actually wants him now.
She gasps as she feels him penetrate deeper and she wants it all now, she wants ths man's huge cock inside her.
'You like that, don't yer love?'
Her mouth's dry, it's difficult to speak, but she nods and reaches up to feel his shoulders, pulling him deeper inside her. She can feel his balls banging against her and she imagines how much spunk his has inside them. He's a virile man, used to getting his own way with a woman, and she imagines that he has pumped his semen into many of them. She can tell by his atttude that he takes it as his natural right, filling a woman''s belly. The thought makes her horny and she wants him to come inside her too, she wants to be one of his conquests. She can hear him breathing more heavily now, silent and determined as he builds himself up to a climax. Nothing's going to stop him now, emptying his balls into this woman is all that's on his mind. He groans.
'Ah,' he sighs. 'Ah, yes. That's him, spunk in in yer belly. Oh yes.'
His long thrust is followed by two shorter ones as he ejaculates inside her
She can sense that he's finished, but he has no time for tender endearments. After all, to him she's just another cunt, that's all, happy to sell herself for a few quid.
She raises herself from the bed and feels around for her clothes, overcome now by shame and embarrasment. The feels of a minute ago have gone and she wonders how she could possibly have wanted him. She can feel his sperm dribbling against her thigh. He just doesn't care, does he, she's thinking, not now he's come inside her
It all started when she was getting desperate for money. She was reading Loot looking for jobs when she saw an advert. “Women 18-45 Wanted for Adult Video Work. No Experience Required. Call Now for Interview”
Was this the right place? It as the right address but not the swish offices she'd been expecting. Then she noticed, just inside the door, an A4 sheet with the legend Kensington Productions. 1st Floor.
Yes, that was the company she was after. Taking a deep breath she started the walk upstairs. Next she came to a door which said Kensington Productions. She knocked timidly and a voice yelled 'Come in'
'I'm here about you advert,' she said hesitantly.
'Yes, of course. Sit down. Cup of coffee?'
She shook her head and sat down nervously on the edge of the sofa
'You done this kind of work before then?'
She shook her head. 'No really.'
'Okay, not to worry. Nothing to it really. I'm sure you've got all the right qualifications.' She was aware of his eyes looking her over. 'From what I can see anyway.'
'You married?'
'Yes, I am, but we're no together at the moment.'
'Sorry to hear it. So you've not been having any lately then?'
'Any.... ? Oh I see, what you mean. No, not lately?'
'So you haven't got a friendly guy who can help out, put a smile on your face?'
She shook her head.
'Not to worry, eh? I'm sure you'll get some offers. Well, I'm sure you know what we're all about here. Mainly we just want ordinary everyday women to do nude photography and adult videos.'
She nodded.
'Well, first thing, obviously, I need a proper look at your figure.'
'Nude?'
'Yes, if that's all right.'
She swallows hard and nods. There's no going back now. She stands up. She hasn't dressed up anything special for the interview. She wasn't really sure what look they'd be after. It's just sensible everyday stuff really.
She starts to unbutton her white blouse. Her fingers are trembling at each button and she is conscious of his eyes on her. It's the first time she has ever undressed for another man apart from her husband. She feels the cool air on her belly and she shrugs the blouse away from her body and shoulders, then takes it off altogether and drops it on the sofa. She feels so expose now, vulnerable, and yet she is conscious of her nipples stiffening, poking at the material of her bra. He must have noticed that surely, it will be the focus of his attention now, taking pleasure in seeing her aroused.
She reached around to her back, unclipping the strap, letting gravity do the rest, pushing the cups down, exposing her cleavage. Then she grits her teeth and goes all the way, taking her bra off and exposing her naked breasts to his gaze.
'You've got a nice pair of breasts,' he says.
'Thanks,' she says.
'Good nipples,'
She doesn't know what to say, but the conversation does make her feel a bit less uncomfortable.
Encouraged, she unbuttons the waistband of her sensible skirt and slides down the side zip. Loosened, it drops to the floor. Now she is as vulnerable as she ahs ever felt, standing in front of a strange man in just her flimsy cotton pants. She is vaguely conscious of her public bush and how it must ne plain to see through the material.
'Hm, I'm liking what I'm seeing,' the man says. 'And I'm not the only guy I'm sure.'
She is conscious of him waiting now, waiting impatiently to see her fully naked. Taking deep breath, she hooks her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pushes them down, swaying her legs back and forth so that they drop to the floor. Now she is fully naked in front of him, conscious of his eyes on her breasts, her nipples, then moving to her public bush.
'That's a good bush you got there,' he says. 'A lot of the girls shave it these days, but there's still plenty of guys who like to see a good bush on a woman. They're going to love you.'
They? She's suddenly thinking, how many other men are going to see her nude. Very few men have had that privilege until today, but now....
'Not to hard, was it?' he says. 'Sit down a minute,' he says and
she does so, crossing her arms across her breasts.
'Well what we usually do is what I call a 'practical'
'What's that?'
'Getting down to some action, if ou know what I mean?'
He grabs her hand and she stands up and he leads her to a side small side room which is empty apart from a single bed with some crumpled bedclothes. Suddenly she gets nervous and pulls her hand away from his. 'No, I'm not sure...'
'What do you mean? You're not chickening out now are you. Come on, it's only a fuck, you're not exactly a virgin are you?'
He's blocking the door now and she can't get past him. He pushed her back until the back of her knees are against the bed and another push send her back further so that she can't help but fall back onto the bed. He leers down at her, naked and helpless, her nipples stiffening, a pink line showing between her public bush. He leans over her and pushes her legs apart. He has unbuckled his trouser belt, loosned his zip and dropped the trousers to the floor. She can see the outline of his stiff cock pressing against his pants and as he pulls at the waistband she sees his erect prick spring out into view. Pointing upwards, she guesses its size as between 7” and 8”, bigger than her husband's and looking potent. It looks like a real babymaker and she feels the need begin to stir in her, a fluttering in her stomach and an ache deep inside her cunt, the kind of ache that can only be satisfied by a man's cock. He's touching her cunt lips with the tip of his cock now, probing, teasing, looking for that telltale trace of lubrication and despite her initial feelings of reluctance she realises that she is starting to get wet. She actually wants him now.
She gasps as she feels him penetrate deeper and she wants it all now, she wants ths man's huge cock inside her.
'You like that, don't yer love?'
Her mouth's dry, it's difficult to speak, but she nods and reaches up to feel his shoulders, pulling him deeper inside her. She can feel his balls banging against her and she imagines how much spunk his has inside them. He's a virile man, used to getting his own way with a woman, and she imagines that he has pumped his semen into many of them. She can tell by his atttude that he takes it as his natural right, filling a woman''s belly. The thought makes her horny and she wants him to come inside her too, she wants to be one of his conquests. She can hear him breathing more heavily now, silent and determined as he builds himself up to a climax. Nothing's going to stop him now, emptying his balls into this woman is all that's on his mind. He groans.
'Ah,' he sighs. 'Ah, yes. That's him, spunk in in yer belly. Oh yes.'
His long thrust is followed by two shorter ones as he ejaculates inside her
She can sense that he's finished, but he has no time for tender endearments. After all, to him she's just another cunt, that's all, happy to sell herself for a few quid.
She raises herself from the bed and feels around for her clothes, overcome now by shame and embarrasment. The feels of a minute ago have gone and she wonders how she could possibly have wanted him. She can feel his sperm dribbling against her thigh. He just doesn't care, does he, she's thinking, not now he's come inside her
