Chapter 2

After a long, enthusiastic kiss she placed her lips near my ear and whispered, “Now it’s your turn to shine. Do anything and everything Mr. Dawson tells you. I’m not going to bother to tell you to enjoy it. I know you will. I can tell how excited you are. You’re going to enjoy the hell out of this, aren’t you? You’re going to have as much fun as I always do turning these horny mother fuckers on. Go for it you horny cunt.”

She backed away just as Gary and the old guy who let us in when we first arrived came out of the back dragging a wrestling mat. They dropped it at my feet and Gary picked up his camera again. Mr. Dawson came closer and looked me right in the eyes. He smiled and said, “You are extremely hot, Paula. I think you’re enjoying this even more than I am, and I’m enjoying the hell out of it. Would you like a little more water before we continue?”

I returned his smile and replied, “Yes please. My throat’s a little dry.”

He turned to the old man who let us in and said, “Pete, another bottle of water please.”

Pete went to a small refrigerator behind the area where my audience is seated and hurried back with a bottle of water. I’m standing here alone now that Marsha has backed out of the picture. I’m stark naked in front of twenty-three horny men but I’m not the least bit self-conscious! And I’m having a fucking ball!

Everyone stared at me as I gulped down the small bottle of water. When I finished, Pete took the bottle from me, and whispered, “Christ yer fuckin’ hot!” Then he backed away, staring at me all the way. I just smiled and looked to Mr. Dawson for my next instructions.

He was fiddling with his camera while I was drinking the water. He dropped a little piece of black plastic in his pocket and said, “You ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

Gary started recording again while Mr. Dawson turned to face the men in the gallery. He told them my first name, my age and my total lack of sexual history. Then he turned back to me. He began putting me into what should have been one humiliating pose after another. But I’m not embarrassed! I’m having a ball!

He’s moving all around me, taking revealing, erotic, pornographic picture after picture as fast as he can press the button. And just like the series of pictures Marsha showed me on her phone yesterday, the pictures got sexier and more revealing. Each picture seemed more erotic than the ones which preceded it. And so many close-ups!

After a while he ordered me onto the mat on my back. In that nearly hypnotic voice of his he instructed me to spread my legs as far apart as possible. I obeyed instantly, spreading my legs are far as possible without dislocating something. He took several close-ups of my sopping wet pussy before he told me to hold my pussy open. By that time I was more than happy to obey. It wasn’t easy. The swollen lips of my pussy are soaking wet and kept slipping out of my grip but I finally managed to hold them open while he leaned down so close I swear I could feel his breath on my upper thighs!

After he took a dozen photographs he leaned back and said, “Gary, get in close, Get a good picture of her hymen. It won’t be there much longer.”

That should definitely have freaked me out! I came here to pose for dirty pictures. No, actually I only came here to talk about it, to see if I thought I could do it. I’m not actually sure how I ended up lying here naked and obeying every order. And at no point did either Marsha or Mr. Dawson say a single word about having sex! But Mr. Dawson smiled down at me and suddenly it’s no big deal. I mean what the hell. I’m naked and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. I don’t even seem concerned about not being on any form of birth control though the lack of it has penetrated the sexual fog that seems to be enveloping me.

I never imagined losing my virginity under circumstances like these. But for some strange reason even that perverse concept is strangely appealing. I think I must be in heat!

Gary came in and focused on my still wide-open pussy for a couple of minutes. Mr. Dawson waved him back and I suppose he must have waved Pete over. I didn’t see it but suddenly I saw Pete standing beside me, leering down at me intensely. Mr. Dawson handed the camera to him and stood up. He ordered me to stay just the way I am. Then he called Marsha over and ordered her to kneel by my left shoulder.

I watched with my heart racing as Mr. Dawson began to calmly undress. As he took his clothes off he said to Marsha, “Remember how Jennifer helped you out?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. You’re going to do the same for Paula. I’ll make you a deal. If you do a good enough job you won’t have to help out with the grand finale. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Dawson continued to undress while Marsha leaned down and quietly began talking to me. At first I was so focused on Mr. Dawson undressing by my feet that I wasn’t paying any attention to what she’s saying. She saw my attention was riveted on Mr. Dawson who is just about to pull his pants down. She raised her voice slightly and exclaimed, “Paula!”

I continued to watch Mr. Dawson. I’ve never seen a guy’s dick before. I’m very curious. But I responded, “Yeah! What?!”

“Before Mr. Dawson fucks you you’re going to have to suck his cock for a couple of minutes. I’m going to help you. Well, I’m not going to help. I’m going to tell you what you need to know to do it right. Pay attention!”

“I’m listening!”

“Okay. First, gagging is going to be a problem. It always is the first time or two. But it doesn’t have to be. Before you take his cock in your mouth, swallow. Swallow several times. When you swallow your body expects something to go down your throat so you don’t gag. It may take you a couple of tries but you should get the idea. He isn’t going to cum in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about that yet.

“While you’re learning how to be a good cocksucker I’m going to play with your pussy. You may not think so but it really seems to help. It gets you hotter and kinda takes your mind off of the first cock you ever sucked. The main things to remember are, number one, keep your teeth away from his dick. Guys really hate it when their cocksuckers get careless with their teeth. And number two, don’t fight what I’ll be doing. You’ll be surprised how much easier it is to suck a guy’s cock when you’re really turned on.”

“I already am!”

“Good. Try and stay that way.”

“Marsha, how come no one mentioned I was going to have to have sex today?”

She sighed and said, “For the same reason they didn’t tell me or as far as I know, any of the girls who came before me. You know damn well you wouldn’t be here if I’d told you everything that was going to happen.”

“I should have been warned.”

“Yeah. I know. I said the same thing. I’m afraid that isn’t how it works. Once we belong to Mr. Dawson we do what we’re told. I don’t even know why. But we all do. Maybe that’s just the way life works. I know why I do it, though. I do it because I’m having a fucking blast. The money doesn’t suck. But I keep coming back here because this is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done in my fucking life. And I’ve been watching you. You’re like me. You’re going to keep coming here, too. And you won’t be coming here for the money, either. You’re a slut, like me. Or you will be once you’ve had some dick.”

Speaking of Mr. Dawson, he has just pulled his jockey shorts down and exposed his large cock. It looks to be about eight inches long and thicker than I imagined a cock would be. Without taking my eyes away from his throbbing cock I asked her, “Is that normal? Are they all that big?”

She chuckled and replied, “It isn’t abnormal. But it’s certainly above average. Statistically the average cock is about six inches long and much thinner than that one. It’s kinda scary, especially when you’re a cherry girl. But once you get broken in you’re going to learn to appreciate his cock. It really is a nice one and he knows how to use it. He gets a lot of experience around here. You know what they say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Mr. Dawson dropped to his knees beside my head while Marsha moved down and knelt between my legs. She immediately leaned down and began licking my pussy and OH MY GOD!!!! I never imagined anything could feel so fucking good! I’m still staring at Mr. Dawson’s cock but I don’t really see it. I’m moaning and groaning and in that moment my world is centered on her tongue and my pussy.

I was brought back to the task at hand, or at mouth, when Mr. Dawson tapped the tip of my nose with his cock. I finally got a close, clear look at it. It’s covered with something wet. I looked up at it and I asked, “What is that? What’s that stuff on it?”

He chuckled and reached down between my legs. He moved Marsha’s mouth out of the way and scooped up some of the goop that always comes out of me when I get turned on. He held his finger up and asked, “Have you ever tasted this stuff?”

I shuddered at the idea of putting that stuff in my mouth! I shook my head violently.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just lube. Men and women both excrete this stuff when they get turned on. As far as I know it’s the same stuff that comes out of my dick. Here, taste it.”

Before I could argue with him he shoved his finger in my mouth and said, “Go on, suck it.”

And I did! Much to my surprise, it wasn’t nasty at all. The only thing I could taste was his finger!

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and as Marsha went back to teasing my pussy with her tongue, I grabbed the base of his cock and tilted it down. When the tip of it was right near my lips he said, “Go ahead, lick it. Just like a lollypop.”

That fucking movie camera is right in my face but I tried to ignore it as I gingerly stuck my tongue out and licked some of the goop from the top of his cock. I took a few seconds to decide what I thought of it and it turned out he was right. There’s almost no taste at all. It looks nasty. But if I had a choice between licking his slimy cock and eating broccoli I honestly believe I’d probably choose the cock!

I licked it a few more times and then he placed the tip against my lips and applied pressure. As he forced his cock into my mouth he reminded me to watch my teeth. As soon as the tip of his cock entered my mouth he began to slowly slide it in farther. I remembered what Marsha said about swallowing. I tried very hard to swallow as his cock neared the back of my throat but with that fat dick in my mouth it wasn’t possible! I started to panic but apparently just the attempt was sufficient to keep me from gagging. Either that or I’m just a natural born cocksucker!

Mr. Dawson said, “Very good, Paula! You sure you’ve never done this before?”

I couldn’t talk with my mouth full of cock but I managed to mutter a garbled, “Uh-uh!”

He reached down and began teasing my right tit. I wasn’t at all surprised to learn he’s very good at it. He drew his cock back until just before it would have come out of my mouth. Then he thrust it back in just a little bit faster than the first time. I forgot to swallow but I almost didn’t gag at all, just a tiny little bit.

He smiled down at me and said, “That’s okay. You’re getting it. You’ll be a pro in no time. I’m going to see to it.”

That wasn’t what I had in mind when I came here today but I can’t deny I’m still hotter than hell. And Marsha is still working her magic with her tongue. I don’t know what I’m going to make of all this when I finally get out of here and the lust begins to fade. But the truth is I’m having a good time. I like posing for naked photos and doing sexy things with Marsha. And now I find that sucking a nice hard cock is very exciting.

After that one lapse I found that I’d gotten used to the tip of his cock reaching to the back of my throat. He isn’t being violent and that helps. I almost giggled like a silly schoolgirl when I realized I wouldn’t mind doing this more often!

Of course, they made it clear he isn’t going to cum in my mouth. I’m not sure how I feel about a mouthful of cum. I’ve heard a lot of girls don’t like that stuff.

But then it hit me like a slap in the face when I reminded myself I’m about to get fucked. This man I just met this afternoon is going drive that large, remarkably sexy pole of flesh into my tight pussy and relieve me of my virginity.

As if thinking about it made it happen, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, “Very good for a first time, Paula. I’m very impressed. But now it’s time for the main act. Marsha, let’s trade places.”

Marsha crawled up on the other side of me on all fours while Mr. Dawson scooted down between my legs. I lifted my head and looked down as he ran the tip of his sexy cock through my sopping wet slit. It’s scary, but when it hit my clit I cried out and shivered violently. Marsha supported my head with one hand so I’m able to watch him. With her other hand she began teasing my left tit but I hardly noticed. The tip of Mr. Dawson’s cock is now poised at the entrance to my body, the entrance it’s supposed to use.

I looked up from his large cock and our eyes met. He smiled and in that sexy voice of his he said, “I know you’re scared. I know the kind of bullshit you’ve heard about that first fuck. But it really isn’t that bad. You’ll feel a pinch when I pop your cherry. I’ll pause for a minute to give you a chance to get used to it. Then I’ll fuck you slow and easy for a minute or two so you can relax and have time to realize it feels pretty damn good. But you’re a sexy little thing and I’m turned on like you wouldn’t believe. I’m not going to last very long. Those last dozen strokes or so will be hard and fast. I hope you can join me in an earth-shaking orgasm.”

And that’s exactly what happened. Marsha helped. After he plunged his cock into me, Marsha leaned over and began kissing me passionately while at the same time she began pinching and pulling on my nipples. No one has ever pinched my nipples before, not even me! I almost couldn’t believe how exciting it is. When Mr. Dawson picked up the pace and began to slam his cock into me I must have experienced a couple dozen incredible orgasms, with Marsha’s kind assistance of course! I nearly passed out!

Mr. Dawson erupted inside of me, or at least I think he did. The only thing I felt was his body trembling and his cock throbbing when he came to a stop and moaned as he climaxed. When he finally finished and seemed to be waiting for his hard-on to recede, he looked down and smiled at me. He asked, “Well, what did you think?”

“I hate to admit it, but that was pretty fucking hot. Is this going to happen every time I come here?”

He chuckled and replied, “This or something like it. You’ve got a good attitude. I think you’re going to enjoy yourself here.”

“But I’ll still get paid, right?”

He laughed and said, “Yeah, baby. And the better you do the more you’ll make.”

I’m not sure what that meant. I wonder how he defines “better” and what it is I’m to get better at doing.

Just when I had begun to think coming here is going to be all lollipops and roses, Mr. Dawson popped my balloon. He pulled his soft cock out of me, pushed himself up onto his knees and said, “Now it’s time to pay the piper. There always has to be something to appease the perverts in every episode.”

He picked up his clothes, stepped back out of the way, turned to the audience and said, “Gentlemen, you know the rules. You have one hour.”

The twenty men who have been watching our sex show stood up and rushed toward me, undressing quickly as they crowded around. I felt true panic for a few seconds. But before I had time to freak out I heard his confident, calming voice saying, “Relax, Paula. I know it looks like a lot of cock coming your way and you only just lost your virginity. But I’ve given them limits. They can’t fuck your ass. And only half of them can fuck your pussy. It won’t be so bad. Think of it as a learning experience.”

Believe it or not, I actually calmed down! Reassured by his calm voice I looked at the wide variety of now half naked men and thought, ‘what the hell. I’ve already had a lot of fun this afternoon doing things I never thought I’d do. I’ll bet when I get home I’m going to masturbate thinking about all those men swarming around me and eagerly getting ready to use my body. And if I understand our bargain correctly, I’ll leave here with the money I need to go to the meet.’

I watched the men finish undressing. Now that I’ve calmed down I found it fascinating. There are white men and black men and Latinos. They range in age from about twenty-five to around sixty. Not very many of them are in decent shape but as their hard cocks are exposed I find the wide variety both educational and amusing. They keep moving around so it’s hard to nail it down. But it looks like the smallest cock I see is less than five inches long. After having sex with Mr. Dawson that’s kind of a let-down. The longest appears to be almost an inch longer than Mr. Dawson’s, perhaps nine inches. Most of them are around six or seven inches long and look totally average.

The man with the longest cock is one of the first to undress. As he’s approaching my head I heard Mr. Dawson say, “Remember what I said, Jamal. Keep it out of her throat. She isn’t ready for that yet.”

That was at once calming and threatening! He as much as said that at some point I’m going to be forced to take cocks down my throat. I’ve never been exposed to pornography but like most people I’ve heard the term deep throat. I think I always assumed it was just an urban legend. Apparently I was wrong about that!

Jamal pressed the tip of his long, black cock against my lips and in a bantering tone said to Mr. Dawson, “Don’t worry Neal, I’m not gonna kill your new star.”

There were too many of them, of course. But actually, it wasn’t that bad. No one got violent. By the time it was over my pussy and my jaw were both sore. But on the plus side, so many men ejaculated in my mouth that I became accustomed to the bitter taste of cum. By the time I wore them out a mouthful of cum was just no big deal. And I learned how exciting it is to have sex with two men at once. I never would have thought I was that kind of girl!

While the twenty men were rounding up their clothes and getting dressed I had two more customers who needed relief. Gary and Pete were both walking tripods. They obviously enjoyed my porn debut. I really didn’t mind, though. They were both perfectly average and neither lasted very long. As soon as they got to their feet and got dressed Mr. Dawson told Marsha to take me to the shower room, help me clean up and then see him in his office. I’d almost forgotten she was still here!