The one thing I have found about being married these past two years is, staying at home all day is just down right boring. I never in a million years would have thought this in my wildest dreams I would get bored doing nothing, day after day after day, yet here I am doing just that.

In the mornings when I read the paper from front to back, I never, ever looked in the want ads section of the paper. But like I said I am just bored. I am curious to see what kind of jobs are available, maybe if the right one was there, I could kill time working and make a few dollars. Then I could save my pay and surprise my Peter on his birthday or something and I could pay for us to take a nice vacation.

I saw all kinds of jobs but nothing that interested me at all. I did come across this one ad that caught my eye. Well it did more than that, to be honest and open about it. Now it said one thing, but I was pretty sure it meant another. It said;"

"Looking for female models for adult media,

No experience necessary, will train

Easy work with mind-blowing pay call for

Appointment Interview at 865-3017"

Peter and I have been together for almost three years, and like I said, we have been married for just about two of those three years. Now I knew men from my early years of dating. Peter is a man and like all men I have ever known he loves his porn. Now while porn itself does not turn me on, watching Peter watch it, that is a whole different story. When he watches it, he always is stroking himself, (really.) I have to admit it to myself, and now you that it turns me on to watch him do that. I mean really turns me on. When I get that way I touch myself as well, so he in turns likes to watch me play around, and as I watch him I masturbate.

So, I had a feeling what that ad really meant was, they were looking for someone to be in porn and make adult sex movies. I mean why word it that way?

My mind began to race, easy work, mind-blowing pay, I wonder if I ever could allow myself to do shit like that, (I mean to have sex in front of people as they filmed me?) which I know is just wrong. I put the paper down and went for another cup of coffee. All the time I spent getting and fixing my coffee, I could not stop thinking of that little sick ad. I wondered how many other young women would get caught up in that crap? I wondered how many women would call them?

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. I thought, "It wouldn't hurt to call in and speak with the person, maybe ask some questions, I knew that I was not really interested in being photographed or filmed being naked in front of a camera performing some sex act.

Oh don't get me wrong, I love sex, I mean I really love sex, I love to climax, but I love having sex with my husband. I even love having sex with myself, but don't ask which I love better, I could not begin to tell you.

It took me a good hour to finally decide on making that call, I picked up the phone and made the call. The phone rang only twice when a very sweet voice said,

"Hello this is The Fox agency, Tammy speaking."

I froze, and then she said,

"It's alright dear, I'll wait, take your time."

I heard that and it seemed to give me a little bit of confidence, I said,

"Thank you, my name is Linda Jackson, I saw your ad and I have some questions if I may ask?"

"Sure dear" she said, "I have to tell you though I am just setting appointments for the managers, but I will try and answer your questions, go ahead and ask."

I asked, "How much does the job pay?

She responded, "That is between the managers and you, I cannot tell anyone what you can make for a shoot." I can tell you, that the girls are all driving around in brand new, fully paid cars, and they wear enough rocks to support some countries. There is great money in this business."

I then asked, "Is there nudity in this job?"

The girl laughed and said. "Of course dear, we provide talent to over 60 Adult film companies, if nudity bothers you, this job is not for you."

I asked, "You make adult films there?"

She said, "Oh no dear, this is an agency, we supply the actors for the companies that make the adult films. We are always looking for new faces and talent, why don't you come in and speak with one of the interviewers? You may like the job and then again you may not. Just remember that we are dealing with sex here, so if you have the body, the mind and the spirit, you can make a lot of money, while having a lot of fun doing it."

I froze, I then managed to speak up and say, "I'm not sure I can, thank you." and I quickly hung up.

Oh boy, that was different, I spoke to a company who hired people to be actors who make adult films. I have no idea why, but even though I knew before I made the call who they were, I still felt, well not shocked, but I did feel strange. I mean the way she spoke it was like being invited to come interview for a very nice high paying job. She was so sweet over the phone.

I always wondered if the people in the sex movies that Peter likes to watch are acting or if they are really into the sex that they are doing. My mind was racing, could I do something like that? Could I have sex with someone other than Peter and be filmed doing it?

I went to the kitchen cabinet and pulled down my Southern Comfort and took a straight gulp from the bottle. I decided to sit down and think this through. Could I really do something like that? I wondered.

I thought about that all day long and after dinner I still just had sex on my brain, and to make matters worse the more I thought about it, I realized, the hornier I became. Of course drinking half a bottle of Southern Comfort did not help me keep my mind out of the gutter.

At dinner I told Peter, "I am really feeling amorous tonight, would you like to watch one of your DVD's and see what happens?" (That is what I called his porn collection.)

You see, I very seldom suggested watching one of his videos; He has sixty DVD's and about the same amount in VHS tapes. Get this, in all of our movies, DVD's and VHS tapes I can count on two hands the ones that we have, that are not porn.

Peter smiled, came to me and said, "My, my, aren't you full of surprises tonight, sure I could use some sex after the day I had."

I said, "Yeah, me too."

He put in one of his favorite dirty movies (one of the older VHS tapes into the VCR) then went and sat in his big easy chair; I laid on the sofa, and we began watching the movie. I looked over at him and he started to rub himself through his pants. Very soon he stood, undid his pants, dropped them on the floor at his feet and while holding his cock he sat back down into his big chair.

This was kind of a tiny little ritual for us, you see Peter knows that it turned me on to watch him jerk off, I was already hot as hell from my thoughts all day long and as I said, the drinking did not help me either.

I got up, went over and standing to his side, I bent over, replaced his hand with my hand and mouth, and began to really devour his cock. In that position he had free access to me and I loved feeling his hands on and inside of me. I was wet and I let him know by my constant moaning.

I could see from my left the big TV screen as I worked my husband's cock, (I was glued to the woman being fucked.) I looked at her face and her body; it sure appeared that she was into the sex that she was having. I mean it looked like she really loved everything that was happening to her. I jerked Peter as I hungrily waited for his sperm to erupt in my mouth. He came real quick, long ago I discovered that by taking my time and not moving much after he came, that he liked the feel of my mouth on him, even as he became flaccid. Then after a time by watching the movie and of course touching me and my mouth working on him, using my tongue and playing with the head of his cock in my mouth, I knew that if I took my time, he would become very hard again and this time I could enjoy him for another good 15 to 20 minutes.

I kept my eyes on the TV and I pictured myself as the woman in the movie. When Peter was nice and hard I pulled back and said, "I need you to fuck me baby, I need your cock inside me."

He got up we went over to the sofa where I laid on my back, and opened my legs. Peter loves eating me, so he knelt on the floor and began to work his magic. I really wanted him inside of me, buy I do love his lips and mouth on me and he always seems to get me off. I also know that the longer he takes eating me, the shorter amount of time I get to have him inside of me. It is one of those no win trade offs.

I kept my eyes on the girl in the movie and with Peter eating my hot little cunt, I did have a lovely climax and it was not long before he finally stood up and got on top of me. I felt him enter me just as the man was entering the woman in the movie. I was determined not to miss anything going on in the movie, so I had my head turned just enough to keep watching. The woman was on her back just like I was, and she was being fucked very hard and fast.

Since I was her, I began moving my hips like never before fucking back as hard as I could against each of his thrusts. I mean Peter's thrusts, well at least I think I was fucking back at my husband, maybe in my mind I was thrusting back at the man in the movie. I was lost in this wonderful feeling that comes with fucking. In my mind my husband was no longer fucking me; the man in the movie with that lovely cock was fucking me. I came hard and very quickly. As I was coming down slowly from my climax, Peter did not stop, and while I was relaxing and enjoying the feeling of him in me, I kept watching the movie. Peter finally came and gave me his sperm.

He laid on top of me, catching his breath, and finally got up off of me.

Peter turned to me and said, "Gees, Linda, what got into you today baby? That was the hottest sex we have ever had, and you know, we have had a lot."

I just said, still watching the sex going on in the movie, "Do you think that sex is real in those movies or is it just acting?"

Peter looked at the TV and then at me and said, "It sure looks real, but those sluts are just whores anyway. Those girls just love cock, that's why they are in that business."

I turned and said right back at him, "If you don't like these movies, and those women, why do you watch them?"

Peter said," I don't know, I like them I guess, but those are some sick fucks that make sex videos, that's all."

I said, "So if I made a sex movie like that, I would be a whore or a slut to you?"

Peter said, "I don't know, maybe, but you couldn't do anything like that, you are just too nice, or conservative, besides we don't have a camera."

I laughed and said, "Maybe we should get one and see what kind of movie you and I could make?"

Peter laughed and said, "Yeah, right, you're out of your fuckin mind, I ain't getting no fucking camera just so you can see if we can make a sex movie. I'm gonna take a shower." He grabbed the remote and hit the stop button, which brought on the TV program "Dancing with the stars." He then asked, "You coming to bed or are you gonna watch TV?"

I said, "I'll be to bed soon, I'm gonna watch some TV."

I have no idea why, but what Peter said to me really bothered me. What is wrong with a husband and wife playing around when it comes to sex? Why am I a bad person because I bring up an idea or subject involving making a home sex movie? I mean there was no question that Pete did not think that the women in them were worth anything. The way he talked surprised me to say the least. Then to cut me off like that about him and I making a home movie, am I not pretty enough for him? By wanting to make a home movie with him makes him think I am a whore or a slut in his words?

I just do not get it; I know he loves watching porn, shit he collects some very dirty filthy sex movies, mostly of girls doing gang-bangs and doubles all the time, some are real filthy and it seems the dirtier they are, the more they turn him on. So why would he say things like that? It is like, when he is horny, he thinks one way, and after he gets off, he thinks another way; completely different. I waited a bit until I heard the shower running and I picked up the remote and hit play again.

I watched and watched looking at the girls. Boy it sure looked to me as if they were really enjoying the sex they were having, I mean it looked so fucking real. Maybe they were faking it, I do know how easy it is to do, I mean, I do love sex a lot, but there have been times (too many times) when Peter just could not take me where I needed (or desired) to go. So in order to get him off quickly and get him off of me, so I could get alone in the bathroom and make myself climax, I, well you know, I made him think that he did make me climax and I would fake it.

Now I told you already that porn just does not do anything for me, but sitting there watching and studying the women was stimulating me. I guess the reason it did this time was, this time I was picturing myself in the movie to see if I thought I might enjoy the sex and being filmed doing it.

I heard the shower stop, so I stopped the video and watched the late show. I finally went to bed and as I fell asleep, I was wondering if I could really do anything like that.

When I woke up, Peter was gone as usual. I always seemed to wake up horny since I'd been in my early teens, (which for me is pretty normal.) I laid there like I normally do, and began to do my morning masturbating. I have this little routine of gently touching my nipples and then my clit, and slowly working my fingers into my hole and on some mornings I have gotten so worked up I used fingers in my vagina and my ass.

Speaking of my ass, Peter has never tried to do me there. I learned much earlier in life that I enjoyed things inside my butt as well as fingering my butt at the same time I do my pussy while using my thumb to grind against my clit. This morning was just a nice relaxing slow self-loving sex. Now, just in case you are wondering how long I have been doing this for, I think it has been forever, I have always touched myself from a very early age. But sticking fingers inside of my butt and pussy started around 13 maybe 14 after I read a dirty book I found of a girl doing two boys at the same time. They did her from her front and from behind.

I used my fingers and toys, and when I finished my morning alone time, I got up and took my morning shower. I slipped on my robe, got the morning paper and sat down at the table to do my morning ritual of drinking my coffee as I went through the paper reading it from front to back.

I grabbed my second cup and was ready to get dressed when I wondered if that same ad was in today's paper as well. I looked and there it was.

"Looking for female models for adult media,

No experience necessary, will train

Easy work with mind-blowing pay call for

Appointment Interview at 865-3017"

Reading it this time, I knew exactly what they wanted to hire women for, they wanted women to make porn videos. I reached for my phone like I was on autopilot. I dialed the number and when the woman answered I said. "Hello I called yesterday, and I was thinking, maybe it wouldn't hurt to come down and talk with someone just to see if I could do that kind of thing, I mean, are you still looking for new actors?"

The woman said, "Yes dear, we are, I do have an opening at 3 PM today for an interview, can you come in then?"

I said, "Yes I can, is there anything I should know about before I come, I mean come in for my interview? I mean should I bring any pictures, will I need to bring anything like a resume? I have a BA in business but I really have not worked since I got out of college.

The woman said, "Honey, that is fine, all you need here is your good looks and a very open mind. This is an agency that supplies actors to adult movie studios, as long as you have a very open mind when it comes to sex, and you have a decent looking body, you will do just fine. If I were to suggest anything at all, I would suggest wearing something very skimpy, the sexier the better, almost slutty looking clothing. Honey, be prepared to take your clothes off, as they will be looking at your body for scars, tats and shape. Are you Ok with that dear?'

I stood there a tiny bit shocked, (a tiny bit), but then I knew that I would be showing my body to them, after all the agency supplies adult actors. I said in a very shaky voice, "I can go with that; I'll see you at 3." I went to hang up when I heard her say, "Wait, wait a minute, you forgot to tell me your name dear."

I said, "Oh my, I guess I did, my name is Linda Jackson; I'll be there at 3." And then I quickly hung up the phone.

The rest of the morning I was anxious, and a tiny bit nervous. I kept watching the clock and about Noon it hit me, I forgot to ask where the studio was. I ran to the phone and called yet again. When she answered I said, "Hi, I'm Linda Jackson and I forgot to ask you something."

The sweet voice said, "What did you forget to ask me dear?"

I said, "Ah, I forgot to ask you where you are located, I mean what is your address? Where do I go?'

She laughed and said, "Honey, so far today four of you have made appointments and never asked our address. It is 1394 Main Street in Santa Monica, how far away are you dear?"

I said, "Boy it's a good thing I called back, I'm about 45 minutes away, see you before 3." And I hung up. I looked at the clock and I had plenty of time. I know Santa Monica very well, so finding the place was going to be easy.

I went to my closet and I began looking and looking, I had nothing sexy or skimpy. I did not have anything that would make me look slutty. I did have an old cheerleader outfit from my high school years; it was the shortest thing that I owned. The question in my mind was, could I still get into it? I mean it had been almost six years since I last had it on. I did wear it a few times without any underwear on to tease my husband when we were dating. I guess if I could still get into it, I could go to the interview maybe commando, now that would be real slutty and nasty wouldn't it? I mean only a real whore or a slut would wear a skirt that short without any panties.

I was surprised when I found that I could still get into my cheerleaders uniform so easy, and that it fit perfect. I stood there looking at my purple and white pleated skirt that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. When I was on the squad, I always braided my hair in two pigtails, I thought it made me look, well cute! I decided to why not do that as well. I loved the way my breasts still filled out the top, and when I finished, I looked just like I did when I was in High School. Oh yeah, I looked just like I was getting ready to go out onto the field and do my thing with the squad. I kept thinking about it and I just could not bring myself to go without panties outside of the house, so I put one of my sexiest thongs on.

I looked at the clock and grabbed my clutch, went to my car, and I put the top down. It was a gorgeous day perfect for the top down. As I drove I could feel the nice breeze between my legs, I felt so sexy and so bad as I drove to my interview.

I found the agency without any problem. I pulled into their parking lot and saw the sign that said, "Interview in here" I walked to the door and went inside. I saw several people standing around talking (mostly men, ) I walked up the woman maybe in her late thirties or early forties sitting behind the desk and before I began to speak she said, "Are you Linda honey?" I said, "Yes."

The woman pointed to a door and said, "Go in there, dear, and Mr. Schmitt will be right in."

I went into the office, and it had a large desk with a computer screen on it, several different size dildos on top of the desk, a large leather couch, several matching chairs and two cameras in the corners mounted on tripods pointing to the desk or the middle of the room I guess.

I had no idea where to sit, so I choose the big plush chair closest to the desk and sat down. I looked around and there were pictures of porn movies all over the walls. (They were the covers I think.) It wasn't long before this man walked in and said, "Hi doll, how old are you sweetie, if you are still in high school, I can't use you if you are under eighteen baby."

I smiled and said, "I'm twenty five, well almost, my birthday is next month, I have my driver's license if you want to see it."

I pulled it out and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "Wow, wearing that, you looking like you are still in high school; you really look young and hot as hell in that cheerleaders uniform. I bet you drove the fuckin boys nuts. I know I can get you some work real fast; you can make some real good money right away. Tell me honey, have you ever done any porn before?"

I felt my face get flush, I said, "No, I've never even been photographed in the nude."

He then asked, "Why do you want to work in the porn business, honey?"

I said quite honestly, "I don't know, I mean the money, I think, I mean I don't know. I'm bored at home and I thought I would come down, and find out more about this, I mean after I saw your ad in the paper. I guess I was just curious about the job, and thought I should check it out, what kind of money can a girl make being an actor?"

Mr. Schmitt got a big grin on his face as he said, "Are you shittin me honey, with a body like yours, as long as you can suck cock, take it in your ass and make the people around you think you are climaxing on cue, you can make 2-3 grand a day. Now if you can do gangbangs that can go up to 4-5 or 6 grand a day." It is much more than just fucking, you know. Tell me dear how many men have you fucked so far in your young life?"

Boy I was not prepared for the blunt questions or his potty mouth. Now I knew where I was at, so I should have expected these kinds of questions. I got hold of myself, and told myself to answer his questions and be truthful.

I said, "I have only been with my husband, I mean sexually, I mean intercourse that is."

Mr. Schmitt gave me a strange look and then asked, "What does that mean honey? Are you saying that you did other things besides fucking your boyfriends before you got married? Don't tell me that you weren't a fuckin virgin when you married were you honey?"

I felt like my face was a beat red, I said, "I, well I mean, before I married my husband, I did date a lot and we did things, but I never actually did it with anyone, I mean a man, I never went all the way. So yes, I was a virgin on my wedding night, I mean with a man, I'd never had sex with a man before my wedding night. So yes, I was technically a virgin, but my hymen was broken when I was just fifteen, I just never did it, I mean go all the way with a boy. Oh sure, I would go out on dates, and they wanted to, and I mean they really wanted to, but I always got around it. I would get my dates off, it made them happy, and they would not press it or press me anymore to have sex, that is intercourse, with them."

The phone rang and Mr. Schmitt picked it up. He said, "Sorry Larry, I'm busy, sure, sure, I can get you that. Hey did you ever find a gal for the high school movie you wanted to make, what was it you were going to call it?"

Yeah, that's the one, I have the perfect gal for you Larr, I swear to god she looks like she is fifteen or sixteen, fuck yeah, I checked her ID, the bitch is 25, and she is a fucking doll. No, I ain't ready for any contracts, I just met her two fucking minutes ago, we are talking, yeah, sure, let me turn it on and you can see for yourself."

He hit a couple buttons on his lap top, turned the thing on top of it around (the camera) pointed it at me and said, "See, isn't she exactly what you want for that film?"

Looking at me he said, "Stand up honey, give Larry a scared look like you have just been cornered by two members of the football team, and you know they are going to fuck you. Give us your scared look, show Larry here that you can act."

I stood up and I did not have to do any acting, the way this man was talking was a little scary, Oh in some sick dark way it was a tiny, very tiny bit exciting, but mostly scary.

"That's it doll, now slowly turn around." He told me.

"Sweet, now lift up the back of your skirt, yeah, that's it, show us your ass, shake it back and forth a bit, Oh yeah, open your legs some, and pull your panties up tight so they go up in your crack.

See what I mean Larr, the bitch is perfect, what an ass and look at her, she looks like a fuckin teenager."

I did everything he said, and when I was pulling my panties tight into myself, I was becoming very turned on. I had a man that I had just met minutes ago talking about me like I was a piece of meat, and some other man I could not see, was looking at my bare ass through the computer; fuck, what was I doing getting so fucking turned on by all this?

Then he said over the phone, "yeah, you know it, she may end up putting Jenna Jameson to shame, if she loves sex, she will be a huge fucking star; and all of us will make a ton of fucking money. I don't know her limits yet, like I said asshole, we just met and she is interested in getting into the business. I'll talk to the bitch and if she is open to what you want in your movie, I'll send over the contracts by messenger tonight, now let me get back to work. Yeah, yeah, yeah, buddy, up yours as well, I'll call you later."

He hung up the phone and said to me, "Sorry about that honey, Larry is one of our oldest producers and one of our highest paying ones. You have exactly the look that he has been waiting for, but we have to talk first. After all, if you have any limits that you won't cross, it won't do any of us any good to send you over to him to star in his new movie. I need to know them up front before I try and get you any work. What are your limits? What is your sexual background? Are you open minded enough to talk with me about your back ground and your sexual desires honey?"

I had turned back around still standing, as he hung up the phone and I just waited, as he asked me those questions. I was almost shaking, because my whole sex life was all bottled up inside of me, no one knows my dirty little pleasures and I had a feeling I was going to be asked and I would have to tell them to this stranger. Maybe he wouldn't get too personal.

He said, "Sit back down and let's talk."

He walked around to the front of his desk and sat in the plush brown chair next to me, he scooted his chair around so he was facing me, he leaned back relaxed and said, "So, do you have any limits?"

I looked at him and had no idea what he was asking me, I said, "what do you mean limits? I don't know what you mean."

He smiled and said, "Limits, are there any lines that you have set in your mind when it comes to sex, that you will just not cross? Things you will not do, no matter how good the money is? Things like have sex with another girls, would you do a scene with another girl? Or a better question is, have you ever been with another girl sexually yet?"

Then before allowing me any time to answer, he asked, "Honey have you ever seen a porn tape or movie?"

I said, "Yes, my husband and I like to watch them, last night we watched one."

He smiled and asked, "Oh yeah, what was the name of it?"

I said, "It was called "Nasty", it is one of my husband's favorite movies, well maybe not his favorite one, but he sure likes to watch it. He really loves the movies when the women have sex with lots and lots of men, and over half of all our movies are that type."

He said, "I think you mean gang-bang movies, right?

I said, "Yes, most of our movies are gang-bang movies."

He then asked, "What about you, do you have any favorites?"

I thought a moment and I remembered the name that he had said earlier. I know that Peter likes her as well, so wanting to score points with Mr. Schmitt I said, "I like any movie that Jenna Jameson is in."

I was not lying, Peter has to have every movie that she has ever made, and I have seen them all with him. She is a very sexy and nasty girl. I have seen her in many gang-bang movies. I have seen her in lesbian movies, and many where she did both men and women in the movie. Many a night, I have gotten so turned on with Peter watching her be very, very bad, and I of course I got turned on as well.

He smiled and said, "Well as you know then, she does not have any limits. That is why she is the number one porn star in the world right now. She just loves sex, all kinds of sex; she is a girl that has no limits what so ever. She loves it in her ass, and can climax being fucked in it. She loves sucking cock and she gets off doing that as well. She loves being fucked in her cunt just as much and she loves it when she can do three men at a time. So when it comes to sex, she has no limits at all, girls, boys, you name it, she fucking loves it. So are you like her? Or do you have any limits?"

I now understood and I said, "I have never been with another girl, but I think I would like to try it, I have never done the anal thing, I mean with a real boy or man, but I think I would like to try it, just to see if I could climax that way. I have never been with more than one man at a time ever, but I think I want to try it as well. I just can't say for sure, if I have any limits or not, I just don't know what they are right at this moment, I will have to try it out and see."

Mr. Schmitt then said something that caught my ear, he said, "Well, honey, before you leave here today, you and I will both know your limits. I am not about to sign a walk on off the streets for a film and not know her limits.

My mind was racing, if I heard him right and I know I did, he just told me that before I left his office I would know my sexual limits, I would know if I liked anal sex or not, or if I liked having sex with another woman. Then of course would I like having sex with more than one man. But wait, wait what was he asking me? What? Why am I here? I already told him I was curious and just wanted to know more. Like I said my mind was on overdrive, talk about being mixed up.

He said to me, "So my sweet, tell me when you last had a climax, was it hours ago? Days ago? Or weeks ago?"

I leaned back in my chair as he was sitting and felt comfortable. I knew I could just lie to this man, I knew that I could tell him things I just knew would turn him on, I mean after all, he is a man, I know what men like. Besides, what could he ask me anyway? I don't mind telling him the answer to that question, after all this could be a little fun.

I said, "Hours ago, this morning, I had two orgasms this morning before I got out of bed."

He asked, "Was it with your husband?"

I looked into his eyes and said, "No."

He said, "Then you were by yourself, and you masturbated, right?"

I looked at him and I wanted to smile for his guessing correctly, I guess I did as I said, "Yes I was."

He said, "Good, I am happy to hear that you admit you love playing with your own pussy, you do love that, don't you dear?"

I thought, how clever this man is, he asked me those questions to just find out if I like to masturbate and if he would have just asked me point blank, I would have told him.

He said, "Now tell me honey, how long was it before this morning that you had an orgasm?".

I looked at his mouth and face as I said, "Well, if you do not count last night when I masturbated after Peter went to bed, or last night when we made love, it was the morning before, and the morning before that. I masturbate every morning to one or two climaxes, and when I have my visitor for the month, some of those mornings, it is more."

He said, "Just so I understand this correctly, you are very active with your husband and you finger yourself every day when you wake up, and when you are on your period, you at times do it more often?"

I said looking into his eye this time, "Yes that is correct, my husband and I have lots of sex, and every morning when I wake up, I do myself and get off."

He then asked me, "Do you use anything besides your hands and fingers? I mean do you use a favorite vibrator or something?"

I gave him my little smirk, and I waited to see if he would give me some sort of shocked reaction when I told him his answer. I said, "I have sex toys I use, and yes before you ask, I use them almost every day. I sort of cut back when I am on my period though, unless I am in the shower, then I go a little nuts.'

He looked at me and asked, "When was the last time your husband stuck his cock in you honey?"

I looked at him and thought, wow this guy is crude, I said, "I told you, the last time my husband and I made love was last night after we watched a porn movie. I gave him head and he came as he watched, then when I got him ready for a second time we did it on the sofa, is that what you want to know?"

He smiled and said, "So if I understand you correctly, you love giving your hubby head, you also love to get off every morning all by yourself, am I correct?"

I said, "Yes you are correct."

He then asked me a question that surprised me. One I almost did not answer honestly. He asked, "Have you or do you at times after you and your husband have sex, masturbate because it just did not do it for you, and you needed more, you wanted to climax, or you wanted to climax again or even more?'

That question I have to tell you hit me hard, I was asked probably the hardest question, a wife could get asked. He was asking me if Peter was satisfying me, when we make love I think. He has to know that men from time to time just do not take us women over the top every time, but we still love the closeness and the feelings. Now I have never ever even given it any thought about this before then, and I thought why not, I'll tell this man the truth, so what, Peter will not ever know.

I said, "Yes, there have been times that has happened."

The he asked, "Last night after you had sex with him, did you get off by yourself and how many times did you climax?'

I could not believe this fucking man, I just told him what I did last night, wasn't he fucking listening to me?

I said, "While Peter was in the shower I turned the movie back on, I masturbated myself to two more climaxes before going into bed."

He said, "So let me see if I got this right, last night you and your hubby watched a porn movie, you gave him head, and he came in your mouth where you swallowed his seed, then you sucked him hard again and he fucked you, when he was done and went to bed, you stayed up, and watched some more of the movie."

I looked at him and nodded my head "yes".

"Then after he went to bed, you fingered yourself to two more climaxes, correct?"

I nodded my head "yes" again.

He said, adjusting his crotch where his hard dick was, "Exactly how did that happen, did you run off to the bathroom? Get in the shower; lay next to him in bed? What did you do, where were you?"

I have no idea why, but all this talk was bringing back some very sexy memories and I knew I was extremely turned on, I could feel the lips of my pussy swelling up and the throbbing of my clit.

I said, "Well, we were in the den watching the movie and after we finished having sex as you put it, he turned off the movie and went to bed. I told him I wanted to stay up and watch the tonight show. When he was in the shower, I turned the movie back on, got out my two favorite dildos and did myself. I came twice before he finished his shower, and I then watched the tonight show before going to bed."

I looked at his pants and his cock was hard and was really pushing his pants out. He kept adjusting himself. I got turned on, because I knew he was getting turned on while talking to me about my sex life.

He then said, "I want you to tell me why you are here honey, do you need the money for something special, maybe pay some back bills that you and your husband owe? Having trouble making ends meet on the little money that hubby brings home? Are you about to lose the house and you feel making porn movies will get you out of debt?"

I said, "Well in all honesty I am curious; that's all; I really don't need the money, my husband provides very well for the two of us. I drive a new Mercedes 550 Roadster, which is paid for. I get a new car every year on my birthday. No I am not here for the money, although I am surprised at the amounts that you said earlier, I did not expect that a girl could make that much money doing something that she loved."

"No, I was just bored at home, and I thought I would see if making movies like these would keep me busy and maybe once I got good at it, I could for once, surprise my husband with a gift of a real nasty movie with me as the star. He is always giving me things; maybe I could buy him a plane or a nice sailboat that's all."

I stopped talking and Mr. Schmitt just sat there looking at me, I waited and waited and said, "Mr. Schmitt, is everything all right? Are you OK?"

It was like he had been thinking, and all of a sudden snapped out of it. He sat up and said, "OK, ok so you are not here for the money, Is it the thrill? Why pick adult movies to work in, ah, what was your name again dear?"

I said, "Linda, Linda Jackson, and to be 100% honest, I am not sure I want to make porn movies, I just know that my husband loves watching them and I like watching him watch them. I guess I want to learn how I can be the one who turns him on, I honestly don't know, like I said, I'm bored at home and I want to do something."

Mr. Schmitt changed, he said, "Well, Mrs. Jackson, this is interesting, very interesting. You see most girls come in here needing money and they will do anything to get it, the more desperate they are, the more they are willing to do. They want to get me to bring them into the business and they want to sign on with my company for a paycheck."

"I ask them all kinds of sexual questions to find out where their heads are at when it comes to sex. Almost all of the time, they end up getting turning on. I in turn get turned on finding out their dark dirty secrets, that sometimes they won't even tell their boyfriends or husbands. Just like you, I would bet every dollar in my pocket that your husband has no idea how much you like to masturbate does he? I would go so far to say that he has no idea how much you love to fuck yourself either, and that he has no idea that he is not satisfying you sexually, now tell me I am wrong."

I looked at him, and I had to admit to him that he was right, I said, "Yes, that is true."

He then said, "You see honey, once I know where their heads are at, and what they need, I can use it as leverage to get them to do things for me that they might normally say no to me. As it is, normally within sixty minutes, I have the girls sucking my dick and we are having sex with them bent over my desk as I film them with those two cameras and sometime with my video camera with Larry watching. I get them to bend over and I fuck them in their cunt, and then I fuck them in their asshole, after which I have them suck me hard a second time. Like you love to do for your husband. When I finish fucking them, Grace and the boys who are watching and listening in the other room, they come in and my secretary and the girl sixty-nine. When Grace is done, Phil and Tony get their turns. Sometimes, they take her from both ends and sometimes, sometimes they sandwich her. By that I mean they fuck her in her ass and cunt at the same time."

"Now when they both come in her, we are all done. You see dear, by then I know her limits and so does she. Now if they really need the money, they will do everything and anything that I want and tell them to. I know what kind of girl I have by how they enjoy the sex and do what I tell them. I usually know what kind of a porn star I have on my hands. Just by the way she enjoys, likes, or loves the sex, or acts like it. It really comes out when we put her through the paces. So you see Mrs. Jackson; they all do it, because they are in need of money, and will do anything to get it. That, my dear, is what keeps fresh naked faces in front of the cameras."

"Now here you are, you do not need any money, you are here because you are just bored sitting home doing nothing all day. I sit here and ask myself what can I do to get you to do what? What can I get you to do if you don't need the money? Do you see why I am stuck? I have nothing to offer you, nothing to entice you. I thought about it, but I bet I couldn't even blackmail you into sex because your old man already gets off watching porn and here you are wanting to be a porn star just to turn him on,"

"So you see Mrs. Jackson, I am stuck, you are perfect, you are fucking hot as hell, you love sex more than most women I know that walk in here. I have three people waiting to have sex with you; and my cock is hard as a rock wanting you. And to top that all off, you are exactly what Larry wants in his next fuck movie. You are that girl at least in your appearance. But you have never explored your limits, you don't know them, I don't know them, so I can't send you to him if I do not know what you will or won't do. Do you see my dilemma?"

I sat there and I realized that the way he was sitting and the way I was sitting straight in front of him that if I opened my legs, he would see my very tiny thong and that it was riding up into my turned on crack. He would see my bare lips and maybe that my pussy was a little wet. There was something about his honesty and all the things he just said at that moment that made me want to find out if I had any limits, and if I did what were they? I slowly opened my legs and as I laid back into that big plush chair, I watched his eyes go right to my crack.

I said, "I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Schmitt, and at the same time I am wondering what limits I may have, so why don't we pretend that I am broke, let's pretend that I am some poor little girl in need of making some money any way that I can. I'll pretend that and after the interview if you think that I can make it as a porn star, you can send the contracts to whomever you want. Just keep the money thing between us, what do you say to that Mr. Schmitt?"

I had my legs as open as I could in that plush chair, I saw a smile come on his lips and he said, "So tell me honey, just how old were you the very first time you ever finger fucked your pussy!"

I looked at his hard cock pushing against his crotch and I knew the game that we were about to play; he was going to keep asking me his questions. I wondered just how much more personal they could get and what kind of questions that it was he asked those other girls.

I said, "I was in the bathtub one night before going to bed and I had been fingering my slit for a long time. One day after school, while sneaking around in my parents room, I came across one of my dad's dirty books and it was illustrated, I saw where my pussy had a hole for a boys dick to go in, so I looked for mine and I found it. Once I found it, I put my fingers in it; I began using my hole as often as I could. I am pretty sure I was around thirteen, maybe twelve, I am not really sure."

He said, "So it sounds like you finger fucked yourself a lot; how old were you the first time you put something inside your little cunt, that was not your fingers?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to that first time. I could see myself, I remembered how turned on I was from what I had found. I opened my eyes and I watched as Mr. Schmitt put his hand on his bulge and began squeezing it. I knew just talking like this was really turning him on, and that in turn was making me very hot myself.

I said, "One day after school, a few days later, I kept thinking of those pictures of the men sticking their things into the women, they were big and long, so I wondered if it felt like the story had said it did. I mean I was not going to let a boy put his thing in me, but maybe I could use something to try and see how it felt. I had a new tube of toothpaste, so I thought that would work and maybe it would fit. I got into the tub where I sat and read my dad's dirty book. When it came to the part where the man put his cock in her, I put the tube against me and very slowly pushed and pulled it up and inside of me.

It hurt a little, but I somehow knew that the feeling they talked about in the story would come soon, so I did not stop. I kept reading and moving the tube in and out like the man in the story, and pretty soon I began to feel good, and pretty soon after that, it felt wonderful. I had climaxed many times rubbing my slit, but that time it was so much stronger, I came very hard and I could not stop, and I did not want it to stop. So I guess you can say the very first time was two days after I put my fingers in my cunt and finger fucked my pussy."

I was getting extremely turned on for many reasons. In part, because of what I remembered about my first time and how wonderful it felt. Then, just sitting there legs open watching Mr. Schmitt working his cock through his pants.

He then said, "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to get fucked in your ass honey?"

I smiled because I knew what I was about to tell him was not only true, but being a man, it could drive him nuts wanting to fuck me.

I said, "I have wanted that since I was fourteen, My father had a good selection of dirty books and magazines, he like most men got off with stories of women who loved being fucked in their assholes, by then I had a nice selection of homemade sex toys I used and I finally worked up enough courage to try doing it in my asshole by myself. So in the tub, in the water I used my favorite toy. I used it to fuck myself in my cunt right up to the time that I was about to climax; then I stopped.

On the side of the tub I had my little dolls arm with Vaseline on it all ready to go, I was ready, I pulled out the plastic banana reached up and grabbed the arm. I leaned over on to my side and I pushed the little arm into my asshole, I did it in real slow. I knew it was going to hurt from everything I had read, but I also knew that the pain should go away, so I forced myself to do it.

Once I had it in, I began fucking my ass and sure enough the pain went away and it felt good, it felt real good, I kept fucking myself in my ass while I found the plastic banana and I put it inside my cunt again, I laid in the tub on my side keeping my head above the water fucking my ass and cunt to a wild nasty climax. I did it again and again. I had to stop when poop began coming out of me and making the water dirty."

While I had been talking I brought my right hand down and began rubbing my now very big, very engorged clit.

Mr. Schmitt had undone his pants and just stroked his cock as I spoke.

"So you see Mr. Schmitt, I have been fucking my asshole.it seems all of my teen and adult life, I have grown up double fucking myself like that using all kinds of things. I never did it with any man or men, because I wanted my husband to be the very first one to fuck my two holes, I wanted him to take my cherry's. The problem is Peter had no interest in my asshole."

Mr. Schmitt stroked his cock nice and slow, it was huge, now I have seen many boys and men, all during my school years, and as hot as I got, and as turned on as I got, I was determined to be a virgin on my wedding night, if my husband wanted to fuck me in my asshole, he would have been the first. Over the years before I got married, I had touched many dicks in my teen and adult life. I have seen many sizes, but Mr. Schmitt's cock was long, thick and very dark brown, and the tip had pre-sperm coming from it.

I had moved the thong out of my crotch and moved it to the outside of my left puffed out labia lip, I showed Mr. Schmitt my two fingers going in and out of my very wet hole.

Mr. Schmitt asked, "How old were you the first time you ever saw a boy or man's cock, where was it and how old were you?'

"Well, I remember that as if it happened yesterday, over the years I have gone back to that moment in my mind over and over again. I have to admit it to myself, that it is by far my favorite place to go and masturbate; I love those old State or County Park wooden outhouses. When I was young we went to a State Park very close to our house for a lot of picnics. One time I felt a little horny, and very bored, so I decided to go off and play with myself someplace. I found the perfect place to masturbate, and it was so exciting doing it there."

"I was thirteen at the time and we went over to General Lee's Memorial Park. I had to pee, so I went into the old wooden outhouse rest room. It was real smelly in there; the girls were on one side and the boys on the other side. I was all worked up from remembering a dirty story that I had read the day before, and I wanted to get alone to finger fuck myself. I locked the door, dropped my panties, lifted my skirt to my waist, sat on the edge of the seat, in that dirty smelly place, and I began finger fucking myself like crazy. I wanted to hurry and get out of that smelly place, and I did not want to be gone too long from my folks."

"I was going at it when I heard someone cough on the other side of the wall from the boy's side. I froze as I had two fingers up inside of me as I sat on the edge with my legs wide open. I looked over and I saw a hole in the wall between the two bathrooms. I thought I saw movement, so I scooted closer to get a better look. I saw a man standing there with his cock out and he was stroking it nice and slow, just like you are doing right now."

"Now I had read about them; I had seen illustrations of them; but now for the first time I saw a real one; it was lovely. I stopped doing what I was doing and I knelt on the floor; I wanted to get a better look. I moved real close to the hole, not wanting to do anything to make a sound, so he would stop or catch me looking at him. I did not want to do anything at all, that would make him stop. I moved real slow and quietly, the closer I got, the more I could see."

I sat up as I told Mr. Schmitt my story, and I kept finger fucking my cunt as I shifted to my knees. I moved in between Mr. Schmitt's open legs and continued.

"I got so close to that hole in the wall where I could see his fingers wrapped around his cock, and sliding his hand up and down his hard shaft. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. I knelt there and I opened my legs, I went back to fingering myself as I watched him and his hand. I just could not keep my eyes off of his hand sliding up and down. I watched him as he slowly turned, as he did, it brought his cock closer and very slowly moved closer to the wall and the hole. I got real close kneeling there waiting to see what would happen next. Maybe he would shoot his stuff out and I could see it. I watched as the cock got bigger and bigger, I realized that he was moving even closer to the hole. I could hardly breathe as I was looking through it and he kept sliding his hand up and down his great big cock. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry, I did not want to move, or do anything that would make a noise. I kept hoping, that he would move even closer and it was like he could read my mind."

"Pretty soon, the head of his cock was right at the hole opening, and then it began to come through the hole into my side; I could not breathe as I watched it fill the hole and begin coming out my side, sticking up into the air. I looked at it inches from my face and I had to do it, I had to put my tongue on it to see what it felt like. I moved as close as I could and I stuck my tongue out and licked the head just like this."

I leaned forward and licked the pre-sperm from Mr. Schmitt's cock head.

"I then wanted to see if I could do what the stories all talked about, I opened my mouth and put the head of it inside my mouth just like this."

I leaned forward and took Mr. Schmitt into my mouth, just the head of his cock. I loved on it a bit and then pulling back I said, "I heard the man moan just like you are now. I knew it made him feel real good. I did it again and again, I could hear the man say to me, put your hands on it, baby, stroke it and suck it, honey, put your mouth on it, and suck the milk out, I want to give it to you, suck it baby, suck the milk out of it."

"I took it in my mouth; I grabbed it with my right hand, and I got so excited as I sucked on his cock, I felt it pulse in my mouth and lips as I heard him say, "Swallow it honey, swallow my milk, swallow it all." I felt him shoot his sperm in my mouth, and I tried real hard to gulp it down as fast as he gave it to me. I held onto his dick with one hand as I finger fucked myself like crazy. I came and came over and over. It was better than I had ever fantasized about; it was better than any story that I had ever read. I kept him in my mouth until he went soft and pulled back. I kept kneeling there fingering myself, he stuck a five dollar bill through the hole as he said, "Good little girl, go buy yourself an ice cream."

"I heard the door shut on his side, and I forced myself to stand up. My heart was racing, my arm hurt from all the masturbating I had done. I pulled up my panties and picked up the bill off the floor. I walked out back to my parents, and later that day, I went back three more times; I did not see any more men that day, but over the weeks and months I would find other men who would stick their cocks through that hole in the wall. I came to realize that from that day on, whenever I went into any of those old, smelly out-house bathrooms in the Park I became instantly horny and on fire. I can't tell you how many men I sucked off in restrooms like that in my teen and young adult years. I still get horny as hell whenever I get around an out-house. The problem is they are not around as they used to be. Or they're made of concrete without any way to create an opening between the two."

I stopped talking, I stopped fingering myself and I leaned forward to take Mr. Schmitt into my mouth, I took hold of his cock and worked it hard for my prize. I knew he was close, I was on fucking fire, I knew I was going to get something I have wanted it seems like all of my life and Mr. Schmitt was going to give it to me. I was jerking him hard and fast, I took him down my throat, pushing my hand to his pubic hairs.

I stopped, pulled back, but holding onto his cock, I said, "When you bend me over your desk, I want this in my asshole, I want this cock in my ass, you are going to be my first and I pray that you are not my last."

He said, "Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, I'll fuck that asshole of yours; suck me, you fucking cunt, suck my cock."

I went back to work on him, jerking him as fast as I could and when I knew, he was going to come, I pulled my hand back and sank my mouth down his shaft, I had his pubic hair against my nose as he emptied his balls down my throat. I pulled back a little to get a breath and then pushed back down. He held the back of my head and we both moaned. I came and did it without even touching myself.

I pulled back and said, "Any more questions while I work his baby hard again?'

I held his dock with my right hand every now and then kissing it and playing with his balls. I even bent down taking them in my mouth a few times.

He said, "Do you plan on telling your husband about this?"

I kept making love to his cock and balls as I moaned and thought about his question. Then it hit me, I had a brainstorm, I had a real fucking brainstorm.

I said, "Oh no, I couldn't tell him about this, I mean you are going to take my asshole cherry, I can't tell him about my first time in the park like I did you, shit if he ever found out I would be out on my ass. I just want to learn how to be the kind of slut that he likes to watch in the sex movies. I came here to learn, but he can never find out my true nasty side. Never in a million years, please mister, keep this between us."

Mr. Schmitt began to get real hard again, I kept stroking him and he said, "Don't worry my sweet, as long as you do what you are told and keep me happy, your husband will never see the videos from these cameras or the video being shot on the lap top that Larry is watching and listening to. Your secret, my dear sweet girl, is safe with all of us here. No one knows who you are Mrs. Jackson; anyone watching these three videos will never know what a perfect little young wife you are, they will only see the perfect cunt. I predict that you will be the biggest porn star ever."

I was hot, I mean real fucking hot, and I wanted his hard cock fucking me in my asshole for the first time, in the worst way.

I played along and said, "Please, oh please if I let you take my cherry asshole and fuck me until I come, will you promise never to show any of those videos to my husband. I'll do anything you want, anything at all, please just promise me that you will fuck me hard, I mean you will not show those to Mr. Jackson, I mean Peter, I mean my husband."

Mr. Schmitt lifted my head and stood up, he said, "Do as you're told bitch, and I'll think about it, now get up and bend over the desk, right in there in the middle, I want all three cameras to catch me taking your fucking asshole for the first time, I want to hear you tell me what you are feeling and if it is as bad as you hoped it would be."

I bent over the edge and laid on the desk; my head was right at the other side. I watched as he adjusted the lap top camera to face me. I heard him spit and I felt his spit on my asshole, I felt him push against my opening and it slid in so easy. It went in so easy because this morning I had had my fat dildo in there fucking myself awake as I do every morning. And this morning, I had both of my dicks to get off with.

But Oh God this was so much better; feeling his legs against the back of mine. Fuck this was so good, his cock was warm, and it was real, so I moaned. And then I caught myself. I remembered all the things that I read about anal sex. I had read so many dirty books over the years that I knew that the first time anything went into an asshole (and didn't come out) it was supposed to hurt, and hurt like hell. I decided even though it felt so fucking great, I would act as if it didn't.

I let out a scream just because I knew it was expected of me. I also said, "Oh God, no, stop, it hurts, your cock is too big, you're a fucking monster, you're tearing me apart, oh Jesus, please, oh fuck, please, oh my god, please, please, don't, oh Jesus please don't, oh my Jesus don't stop, please don't stop, faster, deeper, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god it good, it is so good, it is so fucking good, faster mister, give it to me mister, oh fuck, your gonna make me come mister, I'm gonna come, fuck that asshole mister, fuck this cheerleaders hot asshole mister, fuck me, move your ass mister, fuck me, fuck me, make me come mister, make me come."

Mr. Schmitt was slamming into me hard and fast, I came and I fucking loved every moment of it, it never hurt one tiny bit, it was heaven, pure fucking heaven. He came in me and after a short time holding me he pulled out of me.

I laid there as I heard the door open, I heard a man's voice say, Jesus, Hank, that was one of the hottest things I have seen lately, we are going to make a ton of money off of this bitch." I laid there smiling as I heard pants drop and a dick being pushed into my cunt. I had to keep up the act.

I said, "Oh please mister don't fuck me, please mister I'm too young for a big man like you, your gonna tear me up with that big fat cock, oh mister. Please, please mister I'm too young, Oh fuck that hurts in my little pussy, oh fuck stop, stop oh my god don't, don't do that, stop it is, it is, oh fuck it is not hurting anymore, oh, oh, OH, OH YEA, OH YEA, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, GOD IT IS GOOD. OH GOD I NEED A COCK TO SUCK, I NEED ANOTHER COCK TO SUCK, THIS LITTLE CHEERLEADER NEEDS A COCK TO SUCK, IF ONLY THERE WAS ANOTHER MAN AROUND THAT THIS NASTY CHEERLEADER COULD SUCK!"

The other man who had been in the other room with the receptionist had also come into the room waiting his turn. He came around to the back of the desk where he dropped his pants and I took him in my mouth. I knew from all those dirty movies that I have watched with Peter, that the girl always begs for more and that really turned Peter on.

I had read many dirty books in high school and college and I would always imagine that the bad girl was me, now, today, right at that moment I was the bad girl, I was the filthy little whore wanting those men to screw me in my mouth and cunt at the same time. I felt so nasty and so dirty. I know this sounds sick, but I never was more turned on sexually in my life than I was right then. I knew that there was nothing that I would not do with, to, or for these people in order to keep feeling this way. I was on a high that was so good, I could not explain it. I wanted these people to see just how good I was at being bad!

I took hold of his cock and pulled him into my mouth, I could feel the man behind me and he felt so filling. I could feel my pussy being stretched. My cunt never felt anything as big as that man was inside of me. I do have a very large homemade dildo at home, but whoever this man was; he had a cock to be proud of; that is for sure.

The man behind me came and pulled back, I heard a woman's voice say, "Turn her on her back; I want to eat the bitch!"

I felt the man I was sucking pull back and hands turning me over, my head was tilted backwards and the man brought his cock to my lips. In that position, it gave him free and easy access to easily fuck my face. I felt a mouth at my pussy licking and kissing, gently sucking and then boxing my clit and then sucking on my clit. That woman knew how to eat pussy, she was better than any man or boy that had ever been between my legs eating my pussy and I have had many a boy and man eat me before I married. Many a night I would pray that Peter would eat my pussy, but that was the one thing he refused to do, he thought it was just too nasty for him to put his face between my legs.

The man fucking my face came and when he pulled back, the woman stopped eating me and got up on the desk with me. She knelt there and went back to eating my cunt. I lifted my head and she brought herself down to my face. I latched onto her huge clit, it looked like a swollen pinky and I sucked on it like it was a tiny dick. It had to be the size of my pinky; it was stiff and spongy all at the same time. I wrapped my arms around her hips and held on for dear life, I was not about to let her go until I brought her to a climax. She worked me just as frantically, and as she brought me to my climax, she came just as hard at the same time.

As I came I could see a man walking with a camera filming us. I don't know why but I got a huge thrill knowing that I was being filmed doing all this nasty stuff.

I heard Mr. Schmitt talking to someone on the phone I guess, he said, "Tomorrow at 8 am, this cunt will do anything you want, she is so fucking hot, I am pretty sure she will fuck a platoon of men and then beg for more, I am telling you this bitch is going to be the biggest fucking porn star ever."

The woman got off of me, turned around and as we tenderly kissed, I saw it was the receptionist Grace. She kept kissing me and telling me how hot I was, and how great I ate pussy.

We got off the desk and on to our feet, by then Mr. Schmitt had Grace get the contracts. I signed them, and as I stood there I could feel the sperm coming out of me. I looked over at the clock and I had been there a total of one hour fifteen minutes. That had to be the nastiest hour and fifteen minutes of my entire life. I never had an interview before, I just knew that as for interviews, this had to be the grand daddy of them all.

I was sweaty, I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt in my whole life. I knew that I had crossed some kind of threshold today. I love Peter, I love him with my whole heart, but this sex, this sex was my new lover. I wanted to do this again and again, no, that is not correct, I had to do it again and again. I stood there in my pigtails, and tiny cheerleader uniform, my jaw was a little sore, my bottom was literally dripping onto the floor. I stood there wanting to be a huge porn star, a nasty slut, I wanted to be a cunt for anyone that wanted me and wanted to do me in front of a camera. Oh yeah, I had changed in that hour and fifteen minutes; I changed for the better that I know.