I felt like a burst balloon. My ill-founded convidence gone. I had walked into the room full of it, wearing my short, tight dress. No bra, small hard nipples leading the way, tottering on ridiculously high heels. The job was mine.

                                                                             -ll-

In my youth, I was a very naughty girl. I was an early developer. At least, my body was, my brain was years behind. The common sense part anyway, the part that led me to exploit my considerable assets was well up to speed. If what they say about having a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other is true, the ear on the angel's side was deaf.

Five foot three, blonde, blue eyes, thirty-four C tits. I had it all. I could fuck, suck and wank like a pro. But I could not keep a job. Not only was I useless, I was a distraction. Someone said that I should try modelling. I had no idea how to go about it.

I saw an ad in the local paper seeking a model for a local camera club. I applied. At first it was portraits only. It progressed from there to full nudity. Tasteful nudes though, all soft focus. But I started to get requests for solo sessions. Things got raunchy.

Being nude makes me horny, then and now. Even in my mild, camera club days I would excuse myself to the toilet and wank myself off.

I had fully expected fucking to be part of the deal with the one to one sessions, I had been wrong. The photographers had been serious, some had wanted the open thigh stuff, but despite my teasing, they were strictly business.

Steve was different. After the first short session, he fucked me from behind, standing. It became a regular thing. He could control the camera remotely, so there were plenty of hard core shots, with his cock in my mouth or my cunt, or with his spunk on my tits. "For his private collection."

But I wasn't making much money. Steve said that the money was in video, in porn. If I was happy to fuck on camera, he had some contacts. My audition was the result. At a tiny office above a sex shop in a run down part of town. I was shown into the office by a good looking middle aged woman. There was a desk, with a middle aged man sitting behind it, a chair and a couch. It didn't take much imagination to guess what the couch was for.

The man didn't even look up. The woman told me to sit then left the room. I sat, crossed my legs and allowed my skirt to ride up. Eventually the man looked up and removed his glasses. He looked at me for about thirty seconds, then said it;

"Do you take it up the arse?"

I never had. I was close to tears. I seriously considered walking out. The man leaned back in his chair and said, more softly;

"You are going to have to if you want to make money, that and many other things that you might not like. Do you want to continue?"

I nodded. He pressed an intercom on the desk and said;

"Can we have some coffee please Liz?"

The door opened immediately, coffee must have already been made. Liz poured and left. The man introduced himself as Max. After a cup of coffee I had composed myself.

"Shall we start again?"

Asked Max. I nodded.

"Steve tells me that you are a good fuck, good with your mouth too. Does he fuck you without condoms?"

"No, he never has."

"Punters don't like to see them, something else you will have to accept. You will need to have regular checks, but you will also need to be on the pill, are you?"

I nodded.

"Mostly, the men will come on you, not in you. On your face, on your tits, arse, belly. Punters want to see it, sometimes the script calls for cum to be seen running out of your mouth, cunt, arse, otherwise it will be squirted onto you.

I don't suppose you've done two men together?"

I shook my head.

"Another industry standard, one in the cunt, one in the mouth or in your arse, sometimes all three. What about girl on girl?"

I said that I hadn't, but didn't see it as a problem. He went on;

"The thing that surprises most newcomers, is that the job is boring. It's not glamorous unless you become a star. Most of your time will be spent sitting around, waiting. When you do get fucked, you are unlikely to get pleasure from it, but you will need to look like you are.

Do you still want to be a porn star?"

He poured another coffee. My self-confidence was back. I thought that I could handle everything that he'd described. I said so. He said;

"Show me what you've got."

I peeled off my dress and knickers and slowly turned around.

"Show me your hands."

I did, without knowing why. I found out later that small hands are much valued, it makes the cock that they are holding look big.

"Do you have any questions?"

I had one. How much does it pay. He mentioned a figure. Not a very big one. It was a session rate, a session being as long as the producer wanted it to be. On set at six, finish when it finished. It would increase if I was good at it, but not by much. My income would depend on the number of sessions. It was, however, more than my current income. I said that I would try it.

"I'll arrange a screen test," he said. "Unpaid. Do you want to wait till then to try anal, or do you feel up to it now?"

"With you?"

"With me, Liz does not have the equipment. You can do it, I promise. The man needs to know how, I know how."

"Will it hurt?"

"It depends on your tolerance, it will be uncomfortable the first time, after that it will get easy, you might enjoy it, lots of women do. Consider this, it's the main course for most gay men."

I hadn't thought of that. I told him to go ahead. From his desk, he took a tube of lubricant, a rubber glove and a condom and told me to kneel on the couch. He told me to relax, not to resist and to take deep breaths when I felt pressure. I heard him unzip. He applied lubricant to my hole, pressing his finger against the pucker. Slowly and gently, he inserted a finger.

He was standing behind me, but to the side. By craning my neck round, I could see him. His pants were round his ankles. His cock was erect and he had fitted a condom over it. I could see the lubricant smeared on it. His left hand was resting on my bum, he was holding the lubricant container in that hand. The other hand, presumably gloved, was busy pushing fingers up my arse.

It was not unpleasant. He moved it in and out in a fucking motion, working it around, gradually stretching the muscle. The pressure increased as he inserted a second finger, but it certainly didn't hurt. This is a piece of cake, I thought.

"You're doing well," he said. "I've got two fingers inside you now, the next thing you feel will be my cock, stop me if I hurt you."

This was it, I relaxed and breathed. I felt his fingers slide out, then the pressure as he pressed his cock against the hole. The head popped in without difficulty. He paused and asked it it was alright for him to continue. I nodded, he pushed.

I felt filled, like I needed to poo but was holding it. It was as he had promised, very uncomfortable, but there was no pain. I could feel his belly against my bum and his balls against the lips of my cunt. He withdrew then pushed in again, slowly building up speed. It felt like being fucked, but that he had missed the target. There was nothing in my cunt but he was moving as though there was. I was tempted to reach back and touch myself but thought better of it.

He stopped and pulled out.

"You'll be fine," he said. "There is a toilet there, clean yourself up and get dressed."

I stood up, he was wiping his cock on a tissue. When I came back, there were two dildoes standing on his desk, one quite small, the other quite large.

"Do you own one of these?"

He asked. I did not.

"Take them both and break yourself in, it won't always be as gentle as that."

About a week later, Liz phoned. She gave me a time and a date for my screen test. I didn't have a car, I had to take a taxi. The address was a large detached house on the edge of town. I was met by a young woman who introduced herself as Alice. She showed me to a bedroom where an overweight middle aged man was waiting. He was Maurice, the producer/cameraman. I was told to strip naked and Alice applied heavy makeup to my face while Maurice explained what was going to happen;

"This is to see if the camera likes you, if you look as good on film as you do in the flesh. I will be filming but not recording sound, so I will be directing the action as well. Just do as your told. There are two young studs waiting to try you out, they will fuck you every which way, no holes barred. Today they will use condoms, but for the real thing, we don't. When they are finished they will both come in your face. Any questions?"

I had none. The two studs walked in wearing dressing gowns which Alice took from them. They were introduced as Ben and Marco. Ben was white, Marco was black. Both were fit looking. I was told to sit on the bed. They stood in front of me, cocks half hard.

"Suck 'em Babe, get them up."

Said Maurice. I went from cock to cock, feeling them grow hard in my mouth. I love the feeling but had never before had two to play with. Maurice moved around with the camera, recording everything. He told me to lie back on the bed, Ben parted my legs and started to lick my cunt. Maurice filmed, first my cunt being licked, then he focused on my face.

"Look like you're enjoying it Babe," he said. "Squeeze your tits, make some noise."

I didn't need to pretend, I was enjoying it. I was turned on by being watched, being the centre of attention. I was rapidly approaching a climax.

"Okay," shouted Maurice. "Fuck her now Ben. Guide him in Babe."

Alice stepped forward and rolled a condom over Ben's cock and he offered it to my slot.

"Slowly Ben,"ordered Maurice. "Let the camera see."

Ben pumped me for a couple of minutes, then on Maurice's prompt, rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Marco stepped forward and offered his cock to my mouth, I sucked him in.

"Good girl, "muttered Maurice. "Now her arse Marco."

Alice did her rubbering up duty and smeared the clear lubricating gel onto his cock, then applied it liberally to my arsehole. Marco located his tip against my pucker and pressed forward. Relax and breath, I told myself. I had practised this with the two dildoes, without difficulty. Marco entered easily.

"Wonderful," said Maurice. "Your a natural Babe, born to be fucked." 

Directed by Maurice, the guys placed me in various positions, entering me singly or as a team. The novelty began to wear off, I could see what Max meant about not getting enjoyment from it. Eventually Maurice said;

I think we can call it a wrap boys, do the money-shots."

I was positioned upside down on the bed, on my back with my head hanging over the end. Marice knelt on the floor for a low level close-up, Ben and Marco either side of him. They wanked themselves off, aiming at my face when they ejaculated. Marco came first, sending several shots directly at my face, Ben took longer, Maurice told me to stay in position, I licked Marco's spunk from my lips as I waited for Ben's donation.

He was not so generous, nor was his aim as good, but my face was pretty well painted. I snorted when some ran up my nose, which they seemed to find amusing and it stung my eyes, but I was expecting that. Maurice was effusive;

"Fantastic, wonderful, you're a star Babe. Okay, that's it, thanks boys you can go, you too Alice, I'll wrap things up."

He handed me a pack of wet wipes.

"Is that it," I asked. "Can I go?"

"Not just yet Babe, a coupla more things."

He replied. He told me to get back on the bed. He told me to masturbate for him.

"Pretend that you're coming."

I didn't need to pretend. I was aching to wank, desperate for it. I simply did what I did several times a day anyway. He filmed it, muttering wonderful all the time.

He packed the camera away and started to undress. I lay back on the bed, not exactly surprised. He was no porn star, hairy and flabby, but he had good sized cock. Circumcised, thick and ready for action.

"Suck it."

He instructed. I sucked it. Then he told me to turn round saying that he would fuck me from behind. At least it was a proper fuck. I didn't come, but he did. Inside me. Well into the condom anyway. He told me to get dressed.

"Perks of the job," he said. "Only the big boys get rich from porn, and a few of the women. But people like me get all the fresh young cunt we want."

"Do you get to fuck the stars, the big names?"

I asked. He snorted.

"Not once they become famous no, but on the way up and on the way down, sometimes."

"Do you think that I've got what it takes?"

"Quite possibly, but it's a fickle business. Take what you can when it's offered, but if I were you, I'd have a backup."

He called a taxi for me.

I took his advice, in my spare time, and there was plenty, I tried to catch up on my wasted education. I was in the business for two years, I did make quite a lot of money but never became a star. That was all thirty years ago, but I remember it very well.