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Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



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Part One: It's not just sex at a swingers' party but sometimes it's love too.

From swinging sex in Oregon, United States, to making porn films in Amsterdam, Netherlands, an American couple, Liz and Mitch, originally from the south, Virginia and Georgia respectively, find more than sex at a swingers' party. They find love. With neither of them looking for love nor expecting to find love when they were there for just sex, love took them by surprise. Love just happened unexpectedly. As it so happened, love was much better than sex.

Love took control of their sexually, salacious lives and played its trump card over sex. Where sex can sometimes be empty, boring, and mundane, filled with every emotion, love is the real deal. With Liz having heard every line and sexually experienced every type of man and every type of woman, enlightened by but also jaded by swinging with so much of humanity, she thought that she was too sexually sophisticated to fall in love but she was wrong. With Mitch having heard every line and sexually experienced every type of woman and every type of man, enlightened by but also jaded by swinging with so much of humanity, he thought he was too sexually sophisticated to fall in love but he was wrong. With them taking love out of the equation for the sake of sex, they were both wrong and love hit them hard enough for them to marry one another.

They thought that with them having sex with so very many people that one person could never sexually, emotionally, physically, spiritually, and romantically satisfy them but they were wrong. They just hadn't found the right person until now. Through the swinging lifestyle and while having sex with others at a swingers' house party, they found one another. Now married and sharing the common interest of swinging and wanting to continue in the swinging lifestyle, with swapping and/or sharing partners the secret envy or the public abomination of other couples, they're having their cake and eat it too.

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Usually hidden in the shadows and behind closed, bedroom doors, there are swingers and swingers' parties in every city of the country. There's even a swingers' convention held in Las Vegas every year with thousands of sexy, amorous, and horny swingers in attendance. Many people who have never participated in the swinging lifestyle don't even know what goes on at a swingers' party yet they're quick to give their negative opinion. One of the positive things about swinging is that it opens not just your sexuality but also your way of thinking about sex and having sex with other people. The things that you thought were sexually exciting and sexual faux pas before are blasé now and permissible now. Nonetheless their ignorance, most people who aren't swingers and who have never swapped partners have their own preconceived misconceptions about what really happens at a swingers' party. For those who have never attended a swinger's event, instead of imagining anything good about swingers and/or about swinger's parties, they only imagine the worst scenarios.

Most married and/or committed couples can't even imagine having sex with someone else. Most married and/or committed couples can't ever imagine their wives having sex with another man or their husbands having sex with another woman. Most married and/or committed couples can't conceive of the possibility of swapping partners and sharing their wives or husbands for sex and/or having a threesome or a foursome. Most married and/or committed couples have preconceived misconceptions about the people who attend a swingers' party. The truth is that most of the people who attend a swingers' party are people just like you. Except for their sexy clothes, perhaps, other than by their actions and what they say, unless their public behavior is sexually outrageous, it would be difficult to discern swingers from non-swingers when out on the street or shopping at the mall.

Most swingers are married couples with children and have jobs, car payments, student loans, and mortgages. Most swingers have a separate, secret life and don't want their non-swinging friends, relatives, neighbors, acquaintances, and/or employers knowing that they're swingers. Yet for every one hundred normal swingers, if you can stretch the definition of normal to call swingers normal, there are a couple of strange, even bizarre swingers who are into sex more as a ritual and/or as a way to satisfy their fetishes than just as a means to have an orgasm.

Of course there are some people at a swingers' party that are more sexual and who have more particularly peculiar, sexual peccadilloes than others in attendance. Of course, there are some people who are strangely and severely, sexually maladjusted. Yet, just as they have every right to attend a swingers' party, most swingers avoid the whackos and the weirdos to seek out other couples who share their interests physically, emotionally, and sexually.

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"Michael, what are you doing with that rope and duct tape?"

She looked at him with concern and suppressed fear.

"I'm going to tie you to the bed," said Michael tying Christine's wrist to the bed post.

He smiled at her while snapping the rope in the way that a father would snap his belt before disciplining a bad child.

"Okay," said Christine with sexually excitement peppered with nervousness. "That could be fun."

She seemed more relieved that he was into a bit of light bondage and not something dastardly and/or violent. Only the rope was one thing and the duct tape was something else.

"Then, once you're tied to the bed, I'm going to pee all over your face and defecate on your chest," said Michael with a strangely twisted look on his face. "I've been saving up all day for your visit," he said.

Only, she thought that he was referring to saving up his cum and giving her a cum bath. She didn't know that he was saving up his bodily waste to unload on her.

'Eww,' she thought. 'What have I gotten myself into and more importantly, how do I get out of this and out of here.'

"Okay," said Christine. "Being that I've never had someone do that to me before, that could be fun. Only, hold on, Michael. Give me a second. Just let me use the bathroom first," said Christine. "Okay?"

She sat up in bed with a look that told him that she had to use the bathroom in a hurry.

"Sure. Okay," he said untying her while looking puzzled why she didn't just pee and/or shit in the bed in the way that he was going to do that with her and on her.

Once untied, Christine ran down the stairs and out the door never to see Michael again. Now perhaps thinking that he represents all swingers, that's the last time she'll be answering a swingers' ad in the newspaper. She thought she was going to have some sexy fun. She thought he was going to give her hot sex with a bit of light bondage. She didn't know he was into golden showers and degradation. He seemed like a nice, normal guy when she spoke with him on the phone. She had no idea that he wanted to pee and shit on her.

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With those who are into bondage, gangbangs, fetishes, exhibitionism and voyeurism, group sex, or gay and lesbian sex, some swingers' use swingers' parties and the swinging lifestyle to explore the kinkier side of their sexually by participating in the expressly forbidden sex. In the way that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, what happens at a swingers' party stays at a swingers' party. Filled with people who share the same sexual interests, swingers' house parties seemingly inspire the more taboo side of swinging. Something a couple may not do in the privacy of their bedroom, they are suddenly eagerly inspired to do in the presence of a dozen strangers. 

Some people who've never attended a swingers' party may think that the men in attendance must be all perverts. Some people who've never attended a swinger's party may think that swinger's parties are just a big orgy. If one isn't attracted to another, no means no. Just politely say no and that particular person will move on to someone else. 

"Get away from me, you weirdo, before I kick you in the nuts. Sorry. What I meant to say was, no thank you. I'm not interested you tying me to the bed, peeing all over my face, and defecating on my chest. Thank you anyway and have a nice day. Gees, do you believe that guy? He's such a weirdo," said Donna to her husband, Ralph.

Ralph gave her a big, shit eating grin.

"Actually," said Ralph. "That was something that I wanted you to experience."

Donna looked at him with shock and disgust.

"Pardon? You'd like that man to pee all over your face and shit on your chest?"

Ralph smiled at her confusion.

"No," said Ralph. "I'd like to see him do that to you."

"Eww. Gross. Not in this lifetime," said Donna. "That's just nasty."

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For sure, even harder on the women, people who have never participated in the swinging lifestyle may believe that the women in attendance must all be sluts, whores, addicted to sex, and/or even nymphomaniacs. They couldn't be more wrong. Many of the women in the swinging lifestyle are very nice and have no more sexual desire as any man would have. Many of the women in the swinging lifestyle are mothers with children. Then there are other women in the swinging lifestyle who are only there because they've been pressured by their husbands to attend. Many of the women in the swinging lifestyle, once they realize that they're free to have sex with others rather than only just with their husband, take the ball and run with it.

Yet, for all that we imagine what a nymphomaniac is, with men making it more than it is and only thinking about their own selfless, selfish, sexual reasons, the simple definition of nymphomania is an uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a woman. Now that it's been simplified by definition, being a nymphomaniac doesn't sound so bad on the surface to those not afflicted by nymphomania but it's devastating to someone who has that affliction. Can you imagine having an uncontrollable, excessive sexual desire? Exciting to feel that way in the beginning, it must be sexually frustrating and emotionally debilitating to continue to feel that way all day, every day, and all night, every night. Who wants to live a life like that when sex is the most important thing in her life? It's an addiction in the way that overeating, gambling, and drinking is.

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"Honey. Wake up. I need you to fuck me," said Jennifer.

She looked at her husband with horniness.

"What? Huh? No, not now Sweetie. I'm sleeping Jen," said Mike yawning.

He looked at her as if she was nuts.

"Please? I'm so horny," said Jen.

She looked at him with sexual frustration.

"You're always horny," said Mike looking at his watch. "We just had sex an hour ago."

He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and yawned.

"We did? I don't remember. I must have fallen asleep. I thought I was dreaming, which is why I woke up so horny. At least let me suck your cock," said Jennifer reaching her hand in her husband's pajamas and pulling out his prick. "Maybe I'll feel better after you cum in my mouth."

Now that she had his attention, he was wide awake.

"Okay," he said not one to ever say no to a blowjob.

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In the way that most men view nymphomania and nymphomaniacs, men who've never met a nymphomaniac and who don't know anyone who suffers from nymphomania, believe that nymphomaniacs are sexually exciting women to know and to sexually experience. Young, testosterone filled men believe that a woman who wants sex anytime and anywhere is their sexual, dream woman. Only men who've never had sex with a nymphomaniac don't realize that too much of a good sexual thing can become tiringly boring and emotionally frustrating. Men who have never met or experienced a nymphomaniac don't know that nymphomania is nothing more than a compulsive disorder and an imbalance in the brain's perception of the need for constant sex.

Plain and simple, without delving in the tortured souls and specific psychologies of a nymphomania, a nymphomaniac is a woman who not only can never have enough sex but also can never be sexually satisfied. As if she's manipulated by the Devil himself, sexually as well as emotional dissatisfaction a sad reality and a true testament to nymphomania. Not for me to judge, the reasons why a woman has this condition can only be unraveled with psychological help. The only way that a woman can be eradicated of this abnormal mental condition is only by a psychiatrist and through extensive individual and group therapy.

"Hello," said a very attractive, busty brunette at the sexual addiction meeting. "I'm Jennifer and I'm a nymphomaniac," she said fingering the middle button of her blouse as if she was about to unbutton herself.

Every man in the room stared at her fingers poised on the button of her blouse hoping that she'd unbutton and remove her blouse to expose her bra clad breasts. Now, after having had to suffer through scores of ugly sluts, alcoholic whores, and fucked over prostitutes, attending a sexual addiction meeting has suddenly become so very much more interesting and sexually exciting. No doubt, those men who dreaded attending a sexual addiction meeting, now looked forward to attending the next sexual addiction meeting.

With Jennifer, tall, shapely, busty, and beautiful with long, lush, dark brown hair, and big, beautiful, brown eyes, men only see a gorgeous woman who loves having sex. What's the problem? As long as their having sex with Jennifer, their sexual addiction and her nymphomania are a good thing. With their eyes intently focused on Jennifer, every man in the room is sitting up taller in their chairs while hoping they can be her lover, I mean, of course, her sponsor.

As if she was trying on shoes in a shoe store with a salesman helping her fit her foot, she deliberately or accidentally flashed a bit of her bright, white panty while crossing her long, shapely legs. As if she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, she gave men a continual view between her legs each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Continuing the show of exhibitionism, she gave the men in the immediate area a down blouse view of her long line of sexy cleavage and the top of her breasts and bra when she leaned down in her purse to turn off her phone.

"Hello Jennifer," said the group of men in attendance as they were one while the women at the sexual addiction meeting just eyed her and gave the men dirty looks.

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As if they're a drug addict needing a fix, an alcoholic needing a drink, or a gambler needing to bet, nymphomaniac women can not only say no to sex but also can never get enough sex and can never be sexually satisfied by sex. Always ready to go again and again, enough is never enough. Assuredly, being a nymphomaniac is more of a tortuous thing than it is a fun or sexy thing, ergo, the reason why they're called maniacs, albeit nymphomaniacs. Whether it's the sex, the physical and emotional contact, or the woman wanting the reaction of shocking the man or men into knowing that she's more sexual than they are, whatever the reason is, women with nymphomania are, indeed, tortured souls. It takes a kind, loving, and understanding man to live with a woman who has nymphomania.

Alas, sometimes not even caring who they're fucking and/or sucking, many men, those men who've never met a nymphomaniac, believe that nymphomania is a sexually exciting condition to possess. Only looking at the emotional affliction from their point of view, it's the sexual fantasy of many men to meet a nymphomaniac. Without even considering the ramifications of living with or being with a nymphomania, it's the sexual fantasy of many men to have sex whenever and wherever they want it. Rather, than being sexually exciting, it's a sad and emotionally painful condition to have. Most men, who don't know a nymphomaniac, would love to have a nympho as a girlfriend or as a wife until they experience firsthand how difficult it is to live with someone who has such an affliction as nymphomania.

"Honey? Where've you been? You've been gone all night," said Tom, Kate's husband.

With her mind a blur of naked men and erect cocks, she looked at her husband blankly. Unbeknownst to her husband, she even had dried cum in her ear and more cum that she had inadvertently brushed in her hair.

"Oh, sorry. I lost track of time. I, um, went to the mall and then for a walk," said Kate obviously lying about where she was when she was having sex with several men along the way before finally finding her way home. As if he was one of her newly potential, sexual partners, she gave her husband a sexy look. "Do you want to fuck?"

Yet, this story isn't about nymphomania or even a about a nymphomaniac, per se. This story is about something similar in her sexual agenda but totally different in her sexual lifestyle just the same. This story is about Liz, an attractive and sexually alluring woman who enjoys having sex albeit with many different men and some women too. This story is about the real, live confessions of a porn star.

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Walking the fine line between the two, some men may think that Liz, the main character of this story, must be a nymphomaniac to have had sex with so very many men, thousands of men by her admitted guestimate. Some men may think that she must be a nymphomaniac to have participated in the swinging lifestyle for so long, thirty years by her admission. Some men may even think that she must be a nymphomaniac for her to do porn movies, but she's not a nymphomaniac. She made the movies for two obvious reasons. She loves sex as much as she loves money. Who doesn't like sex and money?

In reality, she's not a slut, a whore, or a nymphomaniac. She's just a woman who loves sex. She's just a woman like any other woman until she's at a swingers' party or making a porn movie. Then, unleashing the sexual beast within her, she's different albeit still much the same as any other woman who's never had sex with so very many sexual partners. If anyone is to label her by calling her a name, label her as sexy, sensual, pretty, fun, and a woman. Label her as fun, spontaneous, romantic, and wicked good in bed. Only don't call her a slut, a whore, addicted to sex, or a nymphomaniac. For sure, if you met her on the street and knew she was a swinger, instead of calling her a name, you'd want to have sex with her.

"Hello Liz. It's nice to meet you. Let's have sex," said a man, nearly any man, that Liz was suddenly sexually attracted to and wanting to have sex with while at a swingers' party.

Yet, other than calling men a whoremonger or a pervert, there's no words to describe men's sexual lust in the way there are plenty of hurtful adjectives to defame women's morals, character, and reputation. Actually there is one term that is not widely known. Men who must have sex, men who have such a sexual, compulsive disorder, who seemingly are never sexually satisfied, and who are driven by sex may have the affliction called Satyriasis. Instead of being called nymphomaniacs, they're called satyromaniacs.

Being that few men even know that men can have such a sexual, physical condition goes a long way in revealing that it's still a man's world and will always be a man's world. In the way that there's a negative connotation held over the head of a woman who's a nymphomaniac, there's no such negative connotation held over the head of a man who's a satyromaniac. In the way that women who have the psychological affliction are quick to be called nymphomaniacs, men are never called satyromaniacs. Even when it comes to sex, especially when it comes to sex, women are second class citizens and will always be second class citizens.

Men will always freely call any women who enjoys having sex with many men a slut or a whore. Then, whenever a woman's sexual appetite rivals or surpasses that of a man's sexual appetite, instead of defaming the man, the woman is labeled a nymphomaniac while a man is affectionately known as a player or a playboy even when he may have satyromania and be a satyromaniac. Men are never as harshly judged in the way that women are immediately judged and labeled.


Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 01



"Whore," said the good people of Salem before burning the suspected witch just because they had red hair, because they were too outspoken, or because they were deemed more sexual in their puritanical society of intolerance for anyone different.

A time when women were quicker than the men to point out suspecting witches, less forgiving, and less intolerant, women have always been their own worst enemies. Just as it's still not easy being a woman today, it was never easy being a woman throughout history. A time, not that long ago, where women who lost their reputation and/or lost their way would walk out in the ocean and drown themselves, not much has changed today. Just because women have won the right to vote, woman still suffer the inflictions of being forced to live how men think they should live their lives. Other than their mothers when they're younger, men don't have women holding them down in the way that men have always hogtied women, shamed, and physically and emotionally controlled women.

Now, whether males have satyromaniac or females have nymphomaniac, the politically correct term to describe those who enjoy sex with a multitude of partners is having a sexual addiction. The term sexual addiction is more loosely used as a seemingly justifiable excuse when the man or the woman, mostly the man, thanks to Dr. Phil, is caught having an extramarital affair. When the man has no explanation and no defense for his sexually unfaithfulness, when lying just won't work anymore about having to work late at the office, he'll play the sexual addiction card in hopes to win his wife, girlfriend, or significant other's sympathy.

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"Honey. I'm so sorry but I can't help it. I have no control," said Bob when caught with his pants down and his cock in another woman. Thinking that playing his trump card was reason enough for her to forgive him, he confessed while lying to his wife. "I'm a sex addict. I'm addicted to sex. It's official. I heard the definition of someone who's a sex addict and addicted to sex on Dr. Phil."

Christine looked at her husband, sighed loudly, and rolled her eyes. Now after all of his stories and lies, she's heard everything.

"A sexual addiction? You're a sex addict? Dr. Phil?" She looked at him as if he had two heads before asking her next question. "Answer me this question then. Is that why you had sex with my mother, because you're a sex addict and addicted to sex? I can't believe you convinced my mother to suck your cock by telling her that it would save our marriage."

Bob scratched his head. Thinking that it was a secret just between the two of them, he and her mother, how did she know her mother gave him a blowjob? Maybe her mother felt the shame, the guilt, and the remorse that he never felt and confessed. Her mother has been watching Joel Osteen a lot lately, maybe she found religion. Maybe she's given her soul to God, her blank check to the Devil, and through Joel Osteen has asked for his forgiveness of her sins, including the biggest sin of sucking on her son's cock. He imagined his mother-in-law interacting with Joel Osteen.

'Get down on your knees and pray with me, Sister.'

Helen gave Joel Osteen a dirty look.

'That's okay,' said Christine's mother, Helen, getting down on my knees is how I got in this mess. If you don't mind, I'll just stand and pray.'

Returning his attention from imagining his mother praying, he focused on confessing to his wife.

"Yes," said Bob with nervousness. "Your mother blew me. She was on her knees taking my temperature when—"

She looked at him as if he was nuts.

"Pardon? I'm sorry but did you just say that my mother was taking your temperature with your cock in her mouth? You must think me an idiot. Stop. Just stop. Enough with the lies and the stories," said Christine throwing up both hands as if they were two mini-stop signs.

He looked at her while waiting for the next shoe to drop.

"I'm sorry," he said looking up to the ceiling as if God was there and as if he was Jimmy Swaggart asking for forgiveness again and before looking at her. "I need help."

As if he was the burning bush, she shot him a look that would have set him on fire if he was holding a can of gasoline.

"Tell me this then, is that why you had sex with my sisters, because you're addicted to sex? I still can't believe you fucked all three of my sisters. More unbelievably than that, I still can't believe my sisters all fucked you," she said giving him a dirty look as if he smelled of body odor.

'Damn!' How did she know he had sex with her three sisters? Perhaps, along with their mother, born again, maybe her three sisters found religion and confessed too. 'Fuck!' He's in trouble now.

"Yes," said Bob with trepidation. "Sorry but this sexual addiction has gotten the better of me. I'm a tortured soul Christine," he said hanging his head while wringing his hands. "Really I am. Instead of being angry at me, I hope you'll feel pity for me," he said with feigned sincerity. "In the way that obviously your mother and three sisters have found religion and have forgiven me for my sexual transgressions, I hope you will too."

Now, totally flabbergasted that she knew he had sex with not only her MILF of a mother but also her three sexy sisters, he wondered what else she knew about his extramarital affairs. Now he wondered who else confessed his sexual infidelities to her. Damn, is the whole female population watching Joel Osteen?

"Is it because of your sexual addiction the reason why you had sex with my four best friends, my seven cousins, and our two sisters?"

Damn, holy shit. She knows everything. Good God in Heaven and damn the Devil in Hell. So focused on her and on the realization that she knows that he had sex with her mother and her three sisters, he forgot that he had sex with her four best friends, her seven cousins, and their two sisters. Yet, that was years ago. Isn't there a statute of limitations when a wife can dredge up sexual indiscretions from the past? He's a changed man now that he's been attending sexual addiction meetings while lusty over sexy Jennifer, the nymphomaniac.

Now with the cat out of the bag, the jig is up, now what? Not knowing what else to do, he did the only thing that he could do. He confessed while blaming his sexual indiscretions on his sexual affliction on his sexual condition. Obviously, he's addicted to sex. Obviously, he is a sex addict.

"Yes," said Bob thinking, now that everything was out in the open, he was scot free.

As if she was a priest who could grant him absolution for all of his sexual sins, he looked at his loving wife with feigned shame, guilt, and remorse. With him succumbing to his sexual addiction, he looked at her for pity. Hoping for her forgiveness for having sex with her MILF of a mother, her three sexy sisters, her four slutty, best friends, her seven salacious cousins, and their two whores of sisters, he looked as sorry as he could be under the sexually revealing circumstances.

Even he couldn't believe that he had sex with nineteen women while married to his wife, and that was just her relatives and the women in her inner circle. Now he wondered if she knew about his co-workers and all of the women he picked up at the bar when she was away visiting her friend, her mother, and her sisters. He wondered if she knew about the women he had sex with while she was in the hospital delivering their three babies.

"Why Bob? Why? Why would you have sex with all of them and not have sex with me?"

'Oh, oh, a woman scorned is an angry women,' he thought.

Now there's the twenty million dollar question. Did he dare tell her that the reason why he's not having sex with her is because she's fat, she has no tits, and is a lousy lover in bed? She seldom sucks his cock and when she does suck his cock, she doesn't allow him to cum in her mouth. The few times that he managed to cum in her mouth by holding her head in place, she doesn't even swallow? She'll just spit all that he ejaculated in her mouth in a tissue.

Nah, why tell her the truth? Why open that Pandora's Box? He'll just lie. He'll just play his ace in the hole, his trump card that would no doubt get him out of jail free. By begging her for her sympathy and asking for her forgiveness, no doubt, he'll get away with having sex with her mother, her three sisters, her four best friends, her seven cousins, and their two sisters. 

"I'm a tortured soul," he said looking down in feigned shame before looking up at her. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I think," he said wiping a feigned tear from his eye. "I think I may have satyromania," he said nodding his head while giving her a pitiful look as if he had just confessed he had a terminal illness.

She stared at him as if he had just told her that he had post-traumatic stress and/or a sexually transmitted disease.

"Pardon? Satyromania?"

Obviously knowing that he was trying to play her, she looked at him as if he was nuts.

"Yes. Women are called nymphomaniacs and men are called satyromaniacs," he said.

He nodded his head again as if the extra bit of head nodding was necessary for her to not only pity him but also for her to believe him.

"I see," she looked at him with insightfulness. "Well, I'm glad you told me that you have satyromania. We can discuss that more in-depth after you get out of the hospital with all of your head injuries," she said.

She gave him a self-satisfied smile.

"Hospital? Head injuries? What head injuries? I don't have any head injuries," he said with a nervous, little laugh while looking at her with confusion. "And I surely don't need to go to the hospital."

Now he looked at her as if she was nuts.

"You will when I'm done with you," she said grabbing a heavy cast iron, frying pan and chasing him through the kitchen and out the backdoor. "Addicted to sex, are you? A sex addict? Satyromania my ass. Come here so that I can bang some sense in your head, you cheating, lying asshole."

* * * * *

Yet, no matter what anyone called Liz, a slut, a whore, a nymphomaniac, or addicted to sex, she didn't care. Comfortable in her own skin as a sexual, sensuous, and loving woman, quick to judge labels and cruel names didn't bother her. With sex her private affair, her personal, sexual appetite was none of anyone's business. No doubt, some of her worst critics, just as in the days of the Salem witch hunt, were women who were jealous that she was living the life that they wished they could live. 

Instead of hiding her penchant for sex, instead of suppressing her sexual urges, and/or instead of not acting out on her physical attractions and sexual impulses, she was doing what she loved to do, and what she loved to do was to have sex. No matter how anyone viewed her or labeled her, she was determined to have sex, lots of sex with many different men. Whether men deemed her a slut, a whore, addicted to sex, or a nymphomaniac, no matter what others thought of her, and especially not caring what other women thought of her, she was having fun. If she was anything, she was true to herself. Instead of lying to herself in the way that too many women do by closing their bedroom doors or hiding themselves in a warm bath while masturbating, jealous of her, if they could have dozens of lovers, they surely would too.

Only even better than having sex, finally, she was not only doing what she loved to do for pleasure and for fun but also she was doing what she loved to do for profit and for financial security. Every man's sexual fantasy, she was earning a living having sex. In the way that a stripper earns money dancing around a pole while removing her clothes, Liz was now being paid to have sex. How hot is that? Sex, sex, sex, swinging and making porn movies was now not just about having sex for fun but also about having sex while earning money.

In one fell swoop, Liz upgraded her description from slut, whore, nymphomaniac, and/or someone addicted to sex to a descriptive phrase that is more respectable by today's standards. Going beyond slut, much higher on the sexual meter than a whore, and much better in the puritanical moral society's eyes than a nymphomaniac, with her no longer having a reason to be embarrassed because she may be addicted to sex, Liz is a porn star. In her eyes the only thing better than or equal to a porn star would be a high priced call girl, a woman who earned $10,000 for an hour of two of sex with a rich multi-millionaire or billionaire. There's no better life that she could imagine than traveling on some rich man's private jet, living in his mansion, swimming in his pool, eating his food, and drinking his booze, while giving him fantasy sex. Yet, proud of her new descriptive designation, Liz was proud to be a porn star.

How many men, after watching a porn movie, have wondered what it would be like to be a porn star and to have sex with some of the beautiful, buxom women that they see on the big screen? Many men truly believe that they'd have the perfect life if only they could star in a porn movie while having hot sex with beautiful, shapely women. Not thinking that being a porn star is a job, most men think that being a porn star is the best thing they could ever do. Yet, with the good, there's always the bad. What about the down side of being a porn star?

For a man to have success as a porn star, are they able and ready to perform on command? What about the money shot, the cum shot? Can they cum nearly at will? When the cameraman misses the shot or the director wants another take, how many times can they cum on command?

"Fluffer? We need the fluffer here," yelled the director to a busty, older woman to take out her tits, get on her knees, and suck his star an erection.

What if they're not sexually attracted to the woman on the set, can they still be a professional and get the job done and the shot filmed? With some of these men who star in these porn films that are gay, it's not easy for them to make love to woman when they'd much rather be making love to a man. What if they're not in the mood to have sex? Not all men can be ready to have sex 24/7. What about sexually transmitted diseases? What about AIDs?

On the flip side of the coin, how many men, after watching a porn movie, have wondered what it would be like to date a porn star? For sure, forget about a good night's kiss, they'd be no doubt that they'll be getting lucky tonight.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Way better than dating a supermodel, way better than dating a famous actress, and way better than dating a pop singer, how hot is that to date a beautiful, sexy, shapely, porn star?"

Taking that a step further, how many men, after watching a porn movie, have wondered what it would be like to be married to a porn star? Well, Mitch doesn't have to wonder what it would be like to date a porn star. Being that Liz is a porn star, he's married to one.

"Lucky bastard. God, he's such a lucky bastard being married to Liz, a sexy, salacious swinger turned porn star."

To be continued...

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Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 02



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Part Two: From prom star to porn star

In the way she wasn't born a slut, a whore, or thought to be addicted to sex, Liz wasn't always a porn star. Yet, early on, from the first time she had sex, being that she not only enjoyed having sex but also was good at giving and receiving sex, she was, indeed, seemingly addicted to sex. For someone so young, so innocent, she was mature beyond her years. Right from the first time she had sex as a virgin, she had no mysteries, expectations, and preconceived notions about sex.

Sex, sex, and more sex, it wasn't about love. Sex, sex, and more sex, it wasn't about having a baby. Sex, sex, and more sex, it wasn't about having a serious relationship. It was just sex. She didn't put the pressure and the guilt on her lover that most women her age did. Other than having him fulfill her sexual needs, she didn't need him for anything else. Seemingly done with men until she needed a cock for sex, there were plenty of women who satisfied her sexual needs.

If there was any clue to what she'd do later in life or what she did in another life in the past, it was her lustfulness. As if she lived before as the Queen of the Nile with male and female slaves taking care of her every sexual need and whimsy, she always believed that this wasn't her first life or her last. Always horny, Liz masturbated as much as any man while thinking of not only having sex with naked men but also fantasizing of having sex with naked women too. 

Surprisingly enough, a virgin when she attended her prom at 18-years-old back in 1971, she didn't discover sex, her passion, and her career as a porn star until she had sex in the backseat of a brand new, white, Plymouth Fury with a black vinyl roof and black vinyl seats. With all of her friends already having sex during their days in high school, in comparison, Liz was bit of a late bloomer. Yet, once she had sex, a quick study, she caught up and sexually surpassed all of her friends.

Back then, a time of innocence, with Vietnam still languishing on, Tom Jones assured her that she wasn't a slut or a whore by crooning, 'She's a Lady,' over the car radio as her prom date desperately groped her big breasts through her pale blue, prom dress while kissing her.

"John. Wait. Stop! Don't. Geez. Oh, my God," said Liz fighting off John's seemingly eight hands and forty fingers. "Let go of me. You're hurting me. You're going to rip my dress."

Not taking no for an answer, John continued his sexual assault of her.

"You have such big tits, Liz. My first time feeling tits and fingering nipples, I've never felt a woman's breasts before," he said looking at her as if she was his kidnapped hostage. And for a while, stuck in the backseat of his car with him while parked by the side of the road, she was his hostage.

John reached out his horny hands to feel Liz's breasts through her prom dress while trying to stick his hand inside of her top. Feeling her naked breasts, he tried to finger her nipples. Only, with her breasts so big, the top of her dress was too tight for him to get his hand in there too.

"Jesus. Stop! Stop sticking your hand down my dress and don't you dare stick your hand up my dress. I mean it or I'll smack you one," she said sitting up in her seat, fluffing down her dress, and pulling up the top of her dress to cover the tops of her big breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage.

Inherently knowing what needed her immediate attention, she put a practiced hand to fix her hair to assure that every strand was in place. Then, she opened her purse, pulled out her compact mirror and lipstick to paint a thick, wide coat of red across her full lips. As if he wasn't even there, as if he had disappeared in thin air, she ignored him while he watched her paint her lips.

If he was thinking anything, no doubt John was thinking lipstick on his dipstick but with him never having a hand job, never mind a blowjob, someone who looked like Liz, so beautiful and so stacked, she'd never have sex with him. Assuring herself of what she was going to do next by taking sexual matters in her own hand, she looked at herself in her mirror. Her date was so horny and lucky for him, she was feeling frisky too.

Not a prude, a tease, or out to ruin her 19-year-old date's fun, but her first time with a man, Liz didn't want her first time having sex to be ruined by her date being so awkwardly frantic, sexually clumsy, and romantically uninspired. Something that most woman can't do, won't do, or are unable to do by exerting their forceful will upon a man, especially at that young, sexually inexperienced, virginal age, as if she already has had sex, Liz decided to take control of the sexual situation. Inspired by Santana singing, "Black Magic Woman," on the car radio, indeed, she was going to show John some magic tonight.

While her date, a pimple faced boy of a man, who was about to get lucky, was desperately trying to stuff his hand down the top of her dress to feel her big, shapely, and firm C cup breasts, Liz had other, more sexually satisfying plans. As if asking a dog if he wanted a cookie, she decided to do a simple thing to get his attention and to quell all of the lunacy of wrestling with him. Immediately, he stopped his inept and horny foolishness when she put her hand in his lap and felt his emerging, throbbing, and pulsating erection through his pants. As if opening a window in space and time, giving each a first time memory they'll never forget, slowly and methodically, she unzipped his pants.

"Zippppp!"

As if the sound of his zipper going down was on loudspeaker, the distinctive sound of John's zipper slowly and purposely going down, down, down, immediately made him stop groping her. Obviously something that's never happened to him before, just as she's never done this before, she was the first woman to pull down his zipper for the purposes of sex. 

Sex. Sex, sex, sex. They were about to have sex. The first time for the both of them. With no parents and/or teachers telling them what to do and what not to do, they were about to have sex.

Only, instead of the consensual sex being John's horny, willy-nilly decision, Liz wanted her first time to be her sexually, purposeful decision. Tired of men controlling what she does, when she does it, and even what she thinks, this was her body and no one was going to pressure her into doing anything that she didn't want to do or was yet ready to do. For sure, she would have preferred her first time being someplace more romantic, of course, a hotel room or a blanket laid out on the beach instead of the backseat of a dark, cramped car. Only, with her far more sexually horny than lovingly romantic, as far as she was concerned, spur of the moment spontaneity was always better than something that was preplanned well in advance.

Even though she was a virgin, if only for the sake of telling her friends that she's no longer a virgin, she'd rather have a quickie in the backseat of a car than to have planned sex that was fraught with high expectations and disappointment. With her thinking more of having an orgasm than in falling in love with not so much of a Prince Charming, she was more realistic in her sexual and emotional wants, needs, and desires than were her friends. With her controlling the sexual intimacy, she'd have no one to blame but herself if her first time having sex didn't go as expected. It would have been much worse if she had planned this first time instead of allowing it to naturally happen as it should. Satisfied with taking whatever was given her, she'd rather have sex now than later when alone in her room with her fingers buried inside of her pussy while pinching her nipples.

Now that she was here with someone, oddly enough who could have been anyone as long as he had a dick, she was ready. Sex, sex, sex, it was time she found out what the big deal was about sex. Sex, sex, sex, it was time that she was no longer an immature virgin. It was time she left her little girl ideals and morals behind and blossomed into a woman. It was time that she made the most of this horrible date with someone that she really didn't even like.

Yet, with all of the expense, she felt obligated to put out and give him something back in return. Just as she wanted a special night, she knew that he wanted a special night too. He did ask her to his prom and, with no one else asking her, she accepted his invitation. With her one of the last virgins left in her high school, most of the hot men knew they'd have a much better sexual time with a hot, blonde cheerleader, a plain looking clarinet player, or a wide open legged cello player from the band than they'd have with her.

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The prom was the talk of the high school.

"Who are you taking to the prom?"

"Chrissie the head cheerleader," said Mike to his friend with pride and with high fives all around.

"What about you? Who are you taking?"

"Gwendolyn," said Bob.

"Gwendolyn?" Mike made a face. "Who's she?"

"She plays clarinet in the band," said Bob with a big assed smile.

"You lucky dog," said Bob. "She'll be playing your flute tonight."

"What about you Brad? Who are you taking?"

"I'm taking Rebecca," said Brad with a smile and a nod.

"Rebecca? Doesn't she play the cello in the band?"

"Oh, yeah," said Brad laughing and making his two friends laugh. "I plan on giving her my entire symphony orchestra when she spreads her legs."

"What about you John? Who are you taking to the prom?"

"Oh, um, I'm taking Liz," said John with seriousness.

"Liz?"

Mike looked to Bob before looking to Brad before laughing.

"She's a virgin," said Mike.

"I know," said John. "Not everything is about sex. Besides, she's pretty and she has big tits. Maybe she'll allow me a feel while kissing me."

"Yeah, well, good luck tonight with that," said Bob laughing and making his two friends laugh too.

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"Zippppp!"

As if the fabric of the universe had a loud, long tear in it, John stopped his groping of Liz's tits to look down at her small, soft hand. Suddenly, between the feel of her hand on his cock through his pants and the sound of his zipper going down as his cock went up, her sexual actions got his attention where her words and thwarts couldn't. The sound of his zipper going down not only made him remove his hand from inside the top of her dress but also delivered him back to a safe, sane place where she could exert more physical, emotional, and sexual control over his desperate, carnal actions.

Although he was obviously even more sexually excited that she pulled down his zipper and was touching and feeling his cock through his pants, as if given a sedative or a hypnotic suggestion, he was calm now. With her obviously in charge and in control, the pressure of seeing how far he could sexually go with her was over when she pulled down his zipper. Now more focused on watching what she was doing with her hand than in seeing what he was feeling with his hands, he stared down at Liz's hand about to disappear in his pants. With her hand about to go where no women's hand has ever gone before and has ever been, John held his breath in obvious sexual anticipation.

Feeling something she never felt before and will feel tens of thousands of times again, her hand went where no virginal hand should ever go if hoping to still remain a virgin. Yet, ready to embrace adulthood as a woman, literally and figuratively, as if his cock was an AVN award, the comparable Oscar awarded for the best movies and actors by Adult Video News, Liz's hand was ready to take hold of her sexual future. Suddenly, building up to a loud and long crescendo, the sound of John's zipper going down was the sound of a door opening with angelic music playing in the background of George Frideric Handel's chorus from the Messiah. 

"Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halle-lu-jah!"

As if exploring uncharted territory, as if reaching in a burrow to take hold of a friendly, pet snake or a monstrous cum spewing dragon, going where she's never gone before, Liz reached her hand inside John's pants.

'One small step for woman, one giant leap for Liz,' she thought while groping her prom date in the way that he had been groping her.

Tit for cock, it was her turn to grope him. It was her turn now to feel something sexual instead of just being felt up physically. Something she only imagined feeling while taking hold of her dildo, Liz felt something she never felt before when feeling her first cock. Taking control of the sexual situation, she took physical hold and sexual control of him by the mere touch of his penis. Suddenly alive, his dick twitched. His prick moved. His penis throbbed. His cock pulsated his anticipated sexual excitement and sexual lust for her. Indeed, as if she was a wicked witch, with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy possessing all kinds of magic and spells, her hand was her magic wand.

'Hocus pocus and abracadabra,' with him already possessed as if hypnotized and under her spell, her hand and her fingers were magical.

Helpless to stop her even if he wanted to stop her, yet why would he stop her from touching his prick? As if he was her sub and she was his Dom, John was cast under her sexual spell. Suddenly something amazing happened to Liz when feeling a man's dick for the first time. As if suddenly filled with rebar reinforced concrete, his cock magically grew harder in her hand through his underwear. She liked the sensation of feeling his strength, his power, and his manhood. She enjoyed the sexual control that she had over him.

'Wow,' she thought.

With Liz now taking control of the sexual situation, she felt something hard yet vibrate and vital in her quest to lose her virginity. With the power of her touch in hand, she felt something powerful that she enjoyed controlling. She felt something as hard as her big, black dildo that she used to get herself off when her vibrator just wasn't enough. Only where her dildo and vibrator were inanimate objects, what she was feeling now was alive. Where her dildo and vibrator left off, a new adventure, what she was feeling now was just the beginning.

"It's alive," screamed Dr. Frankenstein when his creation moved for the very first time.

'It's alive,' thought Liz when she felt John's cock twitch through his thin, cotton underwear.

"Oh, my God," he said.

'Oh, my God,' she thought.

The first time someone felt her tits and tried fingering her nipples, she couldn't believe she was feeling his prick. Her first prick. I'll remember his cock forever and always. Only, she wished he was someone other than John.

'I wish he was Mike, Bob, or Brad,' she thought. 'If he was, I'd fuck him right here and right now. If he was someone better, I'd have him take my virginity.'

As soon as she touched his cock through his thin, cotton underwear, she was impressed by how quickly it hardened. As soon as she felt his cock through his thin, cotton underwear, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs. As soon as she touched his cock through his thin, cotton underwear, she felt her nipples harden.

'This is so sexually exciting,' she thought now wanting to see it and to wrap her fingers around it.

As soon as she touched his prick, she felt it twitch, pulsate, and throb as if his cock was his heart. Indeed, with his cock not only his second brain, his hard prick was the direct bloodline not only to his heart but also to his brain.

Suddenly, as if he was injected with even more male testosterone than he has as an 18-year-old teenager, he kissed Liz with renewed sexual lust while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples through her dress and bra. Now instead of desperately groping her and sexually molesting her, and with her giving him the green light, he had more of a loving and less desperate touch. No longer frantic in his groping, he touched and felt her in the way she yearned to be touched and longed to be felt. He touched and felt her in the way that she imagined a woman touching and feeling her.

Gently feeling her breasts, he fingered the impressions of her emerging nipples through her dress and bra. Pulling them out with his fingers through her clothes, he was making her as sexually excited as she was making him. Instead of feeling used and abused, she was sexually aroused. Instead of frustratingly annoyed with him mauling her, she was sexually excited. With her a virgin and with her never having given anyone a hand job never mind a blowjob before, she suddenly not only wanted to stroke him but also she wanted to suck him while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples.

As if there was a symphony orchestra and a choir of singers in the backseat with him, Handel's Messiah continued playing Hallelujah.

"Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halle-lu-jah!"

Returning his passionate kisses with her passionate kisses, Liz felt John' prick through his underwear before she reached her hand inside of his briefs and pulled out his cock. The first time feeling a cock in her hand, she immediately wrapped her fingers around his prick as if she had done this before. She felt his cock, fondled his cock, and kneaded his cock in her hand as if she was molding a piece of clay that was quickly hardening.

She wondered, 'How can something so hard feel so soft? Now that I know what it feels like, I wonder what it looks like.'

Immediately, with her curiosity and sexual excitement getting the better of her, she looked down to see what her errant hand had uncovered and was holding. Toying with his cock, she fingered the head of his big prick in the way that he was trying to finger her hard, erect nipples. With her not having enough room to stroke his already erect prick to a harder erection, as if she had done this many times before when this was her first time, Liz unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. Now free to move her fingers around the head of his cock and with her hand ever so slowly moving up and down the shaft of John's engorged prick, their kisses suddenly grew more passionate and with more purpose behind them. With Liz slowly masturbating her prom date and with her prettier and having bigger breasts than the other three women, seemingly with Chrissie, Gwendolyn, and Rebecca now having nothing over her, she was as sexually aroused as John seemed to be.

Yet, still not satisfied, with this being her first, personal, private, sexual good time as much as it obviously was his first, personal, private, sexual good time, this wasn't how Liz imagined her first time having sex would be. Even though she wanted to and even though she was ready, she didn't want to have sexual intercourse in the backseat of a car, especially with John. He'd have to be satisfied with her giving him a hand job and possibly even a blowjob but she'd never fuck him, her prom date.

Having never felt the weight of a cock in her hand before, she was not only curious to see what one felt like in her hand but also what one looked like up close and personal. Unable to get a good look at his cock before, she wanted a better look at his cock now. She needed something to masturbate over later when in the privacy of her bedroom or when taking a leisurely bath. So, while John was seemingly content continuing to stick his hand down the top of her dress and fondle Liz's big tits while trying to finger her erect nipples, for the time being, as if looking at something valuable and rare, she was content staring at John's erect cock.

'It's so big,' she thought. 'How will that ever fit in my mouth? How will that ever fit in my pussy? It's so hard,' she thought.

She continued fondling and stroking his big prick while staring at his hard cock. She continued her fascination with his dick while he continued feeling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. Now after knowing what a cock felt like in her hand, she was curious what a prick felt like in her mouth. She was curious what a cock tasted like




Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 02



'Do I dare take that thing in my mouth? It's so hideously ugly,' she thought. 'What would he think of me if I licked his cock? What would he think of me if I took his prick in my mouth? What would he think of me if I sucked him? Would he think me a slut if I blew him? Would he think me a whore if I allowed him to cum in my mouth? Would he think me a nymphomaniac if I swallowed his cum?'

While fondling the head of his engorged prick with her manicured fingers, as if squeezing an ear of corn or a giant sized carrot to test its freshness, she squeezed his cock before slowly stroking his cock again. As soon as she started stroking John, as if he was beginning to lose consciousness from drinking too much alcohol, when he hasn't even had a drink, he slumped down lower to fall back into the softness of the backseat. Surrendering his prick to her, he allowed her to have her wicked, sexual way with his cock in the way she now allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her tits. Obviously, an understatement, while he watched her hand stroking him and saw her eyes staring at him, he relaxed while enjoying his first hand job from someone else's hand other than his own.

As if she had given plenty of hand jobs before, when this was her first hand job, she had a knack, a gift, and a special talent for intuitively knowing how to masturbate and pleasure a man. Exerting just enough hand pressure with just enough speed, she could tell when his eyes rolled back in his head that he was enjoying the feel of her hand as much as she was enjoying the sensation of his cock. With just the feel of her fingers, the touch of her hand, and the movement of her wrist, it was then that Liz realized the sexually intuitive control that she had over men. Literally, men were putty, albeit hardened putty, in her hand.

Simplistically easy, the secret of controlling a man was all in his prick. Realizing it at the same time, it was then that Liz appreciated the sexual control that she had over men. She felt empowered. She felt possessed. She felt sexy. She felt strong. She felt in control of her lifelong nemesis, men.

Never feeling good enough, smart enough, and/or strong enough before, she felt good enough, smart enough, and strong enough now. Men were always there to hold her back by saying no to whatever she wanted to do. A love/hate affair, she had a bittersweet relationship with men. Men didn't have a clue about women but all that she needed to know about men, she literally and figuratively held in the palm of her hand.

Her moment of realization was an epiphany with her knowing what she was going to do with the rest of her life. Obviously, she knew that she enjoyed the control that she sexually had over men. As if she was Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love, reincarnated, she wanted to spend the rest of her life making love and having sex with as many men as possible. Feeling not only sexually satisfied but also empowered every time she fucked and sucked a man, sex was intoxicatingly delirious.

Sex was her magic elixir and her drug of choice. Sex defined her. Sex set her apart from other women who feared sex for fear of being deemed a slut, a whore, and promiscuous. Yet, Liz didn't allow those labels to define her.

Confident, intelligent, articulate, and poised, she knew who she was inside. Grateful for her blossoming into a sexual woman, it was sex that made her who she is today. A virgin that bloomed into a woman before adopting the swinging lifestyle and before sexually adapting to becoming a porn star, she knew that she was special. She knew that not only men but also women would lust over having sex with her.

Of course, with John her first victim, sorry, she meant, lover, she didn't label herself as a slut, a whore, a nymphomaniac, or as someone who was addicted to sex. Unlike what a nymphomaniac feels or doesn't feel, feeling no guilt, shame, or remorse, she felt exhilaration. She felt jubilation. Free from the binds that bound her, she found a way for her to be equal to men. 

If sex was what men want, why deny them. Why not give men what they want and men will give her what she wants, respect, equality, and money. It was then and there that Liz knew that she enjoyed the feeling of having sex, the more sex with more men the better. Sex was her way to make it in life.

Having sex made her feel alive. Having sex made her feel like a woman instead of an 18-year-old, virginal, school girl. Having sex made her feel free of her parents' control. Having sex made her feel wicked but in a good way. Something that she was inherently good at, she enjoyed the feeling of controlling men by denying them or giving them sex, her choice it was now her decision. With her seemingly the weaker sex, but with her not believing for one second that she was weak at all, having sex made her realize that it was so much better being born a woman than it was being born a man.

Sex made her feel free of all the repression, suppression, and forced morality placed upon her not only as a virgin but also while being pressured to be a good girl. If it wasn't enough the crap she had to endure from men, other women were her worst enemies. With her prettier than most other women, smarter than them, and having a better body than them, now that she didn't fear sex but reveled in it, she was way ahead of other women.

Now that she's seen the truth from both sides of acceptable, standard morality, good girls don't have any fun. Good girls live boring lives. Good girls miss out on everything. Good girls end up married with children and grow fat while their husbands cheat on them with bad girls.

In all the years that the Playboy mansion has been in existence, there hasn't been one good girl who has walked through those doors. It's only the bad girls who meet a lot of interesting men, go on expensive trips, are romanced, bought flowers, perfume, jewels, attend swingers' parties, and make porn movies. Something she never experienced before now, having a man sexually lust over her, physically desire her, and want to cum in her was a miraculous feeling of being a sexual, sensuous, attractive woman. Not only that but also and just by the miracle of sex, she was a woman in control of her own destiny.

If Liz was anything at all, she was nothing more than a sexual being. Full of life, she wanted to experience everything all at once. In a book she just read in 1969, she should have been the one captured by aliens in Kurt Vonnegut's book Slaughter House Five. In the way she was alive and invigorated now by sex, she would have made a much better sexual subject to view while being analyzed when having sex than Billie Pilgrim did, when he was forcibly taken from his bed on his Honeymoon.

Of course, with her having just attended her first prom and with her just a prom star, she didn't know that she'd be making sexually explicit movies and that she'd be a porn star soon too. In the way that some people love food, some people love alcohol, some people love chocolate, and other people are addicted to smoking, from the first touch of John's hard, throbbing cock, Liz was addicted to sex. Sex, sex, sex, now with everything she did, it was all about sex. If she had to define herself, she was all about sex. Sex was her thing. Yet, nonetheless her supposed sexual addiction, whether she was addicted to sex or not, she loved sex. What she did know was that one of her favorite activities to do in the future would be to have sex, lots and lots of sex with lots and lots of men and women too.

With John no longer feeling Liz's tits but content to watch Liz masturbate him instead, seemingly he was in sexual Heaven. If only someone could have videotaped his reaction when Liz leaned her head down and took his stiff cock in her mouth, seemingly with angelic music playing in the background, it was a miraculous moment. Indeed, a magical moment with the first time receiving and giving a blowjob, the moment for both of them was priceless. A life altering event, with both of them forever having this memory, neither of them could reclaim their innocence. Taking advantage of the top of her opened dress, he stuck his hand inside and while she sucked his cock, he felt her big tis and fingered her hard, erect nipples.

Obviously his first blowjob, this was Liz's first blowjob too. With him not forcing her to suck him, he was contently happy, as well as sexually excited, to watch her suck his cock. Indeed, she was enjoying sucking his prick as much as he seemingly enjoyed having his cock sucked. Sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, she was doing a commendable job for her first time giving a blowjob.

"Oh, my God," he gasped with his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth gaping wide open.

As if this was one of many blowjobs that he's received instead of this being his first one, an involuntary reaction, he put a hand to the back of Liz's pretty head. While fingering her light, brown hair as if he was fingering his own pubic hair while masturbating himself, he humped her mouth and fucked her face. As long as Liz continued stroking his cock while sucking his cock, John was having a good, sexual time. As long as Liz kept her mouth there with her tongue circumnavigating his cock as if she was a pro, assuredly it wouldn't be long before John showed Liz how much he enjoyed having her suck his cock by cumming in her mouth.

Then, surprising Liz more than it surprised John, suddenly, a heavy hand pushed her head down and forward. Holding it there, the pressure of his hand to the back of her pretty head was followed by an immediate ejaculation of volumes of warm, oozy cum coating her mouth and splashing against her teeth, her gums, and the back of her throat. The first time tasting a man, Liz had no compunction in swallowing him. His ejaculating cum in her mouth was proof positive that he so enjoyed what she did with his stiff prick. Allowing him to cum in her mouth was proof positive that she so enjoyed sucking his cock as well.

Before the first Playgirl issue hit the stands in 1973 with Lyle Waggoner their first centerfold, Liz learned all that she needed to know about oral sex from her brother's porn movies and from reading Cosmopolitan magazine. Never even having had a cock in her hand before now, she had a stiff prick in her mouth now. Sucking him as if she had sucked a man's cock before, she did a commendable enough job in sucking while stroking John's cock to make him cum within a minute or two. Not wanting to ruin her prom dress with semen, she swallowed all that he ejaculated in her mouth before licking him clean. Unlike Monica Lewinsky, twenty-seven years in the future, taking pride in not spilling a drop, Liz swallowed every drop of John's cum while sucking him dry.

If there was such a thing as a look of love that was mixed with sexual lust and admiration, John was in love with Liz. With both of them sexual virgins, Liz gave him a memory that he'd never forget. No man forgets his first French kiss, feeling his first tit, sucking his first nipple, receiving his first hand job, and cumming in a woman's mouth during his first blowjob. Assuredly, he had a lot of firsts that night. Moreover, it's unusual that all of his first happened with one woman.

He had his first kiss that wasn't from the lips of his mother or grandmother. He had his first French kiss. That night was the first time he felt a woman's breasts through her dress. It was the first time he felt a bare breast and the first time he fingered a nipple. It was the first time that he saw women's naked breasts that weren't in a magazine. Other than him stroking himself which he routinely did night and day, that night was the first time he not only received a hand job but also a blowjob and what a blowjob it was. It was his first time cumming in a woman's mouth and watching her swallow his cum. 

With their reputations to uphold and their morals limiting them, normally women back then didn't suck cock, especially not on a first date, never on a first date, especially on a prom date. If a woman did suck a cock, she only dabbled, licked it a little bit. For fear of him putting a heavy hand to the back of her head and cumming in her mouth, few women would take a man's entire cock in her mouth and suck it deeply while stroking a man in the way that Liz had just done. Few women would allow men to cum in their mouths and fewer women would swallow men's semen. Of course there were plenty of women who gave blowjobs. Yet, unless they had been dating the man for a while and perhaps were even engaged to him, it wasn't expected of a young, virginal, prom date to get her date off by giving him a hand job never mind giving him oral sex. 

Normally, the extent of sexual activity after a prom was mostly limited to kissing and petting. Their first time alone together, and her first time alone with a man, albeit a 19-year-old man, shades of things to come, just out of the blue, Liz gave John a blowjob. He didn't ask her to give him one, nor did he pressure her to give him one, she just took it upon herself to suck him. Not shy about unzipping him and taking his cock in her hand before taking him in her mouth, she allowed him to cum in her mouth and she swallowed her first load. A premonition of things to come, John's load of cum wouldn't be the last load of cum that Liz would swallow, that's for sure.

Now with John sexually satisfied, with this date not a one-way street, it was his turn to sexually pleasure her. It was her turn for some sexual fun. With John still enamored with her breasts, she needed him to concentrate on a different area of her body. Not shy, embarrassed, or ashamed, even though this was the first time showing anyone her pussy who didn't have a medical degree, she hiked up her dress to her waist and removed her panties. John looked at her with shocked disbelief when he saw her bushy, brown pussy. Obviously, the first pussy he's ever seen, she grabbed his hand by his wrist and moved it between her legs.

With her still tasting his cum in her mouth, she was wet. She was so wet. The wettest she's ever been. Whether it was his fingers, his tongue, or his cock, she needed to feel something stiff in her pussy. With her having masturbated herself so very many times, as much as John masturbated himself, no doubt, she needed to have more than just her vibrator rubbing her clit and more than just her dildo inside of her pussy.

As soon as he touched her warm wetness, unlike her grabbing hold of his cock, he recoiled and pulled his hand away. Not taking no for an answer, especially after she gave him what he wanted, a hand job that turned into a blowjob, it was his turn to give her what she wanted. She wanted him to masturbate her. She pulled his hand by his wrist again and moved it between her legs. This time holding it there, she moved and positioned his fingers where she'd receive the most pleasure.

"Right there," she said. "Do you feel it? It feels like a button. That's my bean."

He looked at her with shocked disbelief.

"Yes, I feel it," he said. "What's this? This feels like you have a little penis."

He looked down at her pussy to examine what he was feeling with his fingers.

"That's my clit. Rub my clit like this while using your other finger to fuck me," she said holding his finger with her fingers while rubbing herself. "Finger fuck me, John. Stick your finger in my cunt. I want to cum too. I need to cum. Make me your bitch. Make me your woman," she said realizing how ridiculous that sounded with both them being sexually inexperienced virgins and with this prom date their very first date that either of them has had. 

Nonetheless, John got over the wet stickiness of her and persevered in masturbating her. He showed more enthusiasm when Liz encouraged him by giving him verbal signs that she was enjoying being finger fucked by him. Assuredly, he'll have much to brag to his friends about all that he did with Liz on prom night. Now, that Liz puts out, she'll be the popular one. She'll be the one to ask out to dances and go parking afterward.

"Oh, God that feels so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck me with your finger. Fuck me, John. Feel my breast with your other hand," she said. She pulled down her top and pulled out her tits to give him better access to her nipples while George Harrison appropriately sang "My Sweet Lord." She was ready to have her first orgasm given to her by a man.

No doubt, his first set of knockers that he's seen in person that weren't in a magazine, he stared at her tits.

"Wow, you have amazing breasts Liz," he said staring at them instead of touching them and talking to them instead of sucking them.

She looked down at her breasts before looking up at him.

"Suck them John. Suck my tits. Finger my nipples and suck my tits," she said. "I need to cum. I want to cum."

Obediently John obeyed and sucked Liz's nipples while she still held his hand and fingers in her pussy. Moving his fingers with her fingers, even though she was basically masturbating herself with his fingers, this was far better than masturbating herself with her vibrator and dildo. A first time for everything, this was the first time that a man masturbated her.

While George C. Scott won the Oscar for his starring role in "Patton" that year, Glenda Jackson won the Academy Award for "Women in Love." Only there's subtle differences between Liz and Glenda Jackson's character in her starring role as Gudrun Brangwen. Something as shocking as swapping partners as it was in the 1920's, is still shocking today in the 1970's.

As it did then and as it still does today, the question arises, can a partner or spouse of one gender truly fulfill all of the emotional needs of love of the other partner? Definitely, Liz needed to have sex with both genders to be fully sexually satisfied. After watching "Women in Love," it was then that Liz not only sexually desired men but also that she sexually desired women too. A life changing event, seemingly she was born to be a swinger who grew to be a porn star.

To be continued...

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Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 03



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Part Three: Love at first sight. Liz meets Mitch. 

So very long ago, seemingly a lifetime ago in sexual maturity, a lot has happened in six years since her prom. Now 24-years-old, with her not married, Liz would be considered an old maid not that long ago. A time when there were gaslights, horse drawn carriages, and women who took pride in having a good reputation, it was common for women to already be married by their 18th birthday. Liz didn't even have a boyfriend, per se. She did have dozens of fuck buddies though, male and female.

Today, sadly, with most people not giving a care about having a good reputation, men are the worst offenders. Seemingly, everyone thinks it's okay to lie. No one tells the truth anymore. Everything is has spin and jargon to it that must be interpreted with a grain of salt and translated with a jaundiced eye to get to the truth. Yet, there's a surefire way to catch a politician lying. If he or she are moving their lips, they're lying.

Where men lie about the money they earn, the jobs they have, the cars they drive, and mostly everything else, women lie about their age, their height, their weight, and how many sexual partners they've had. Those four lies with women never change. Only happy with her body, Liz didn't have to lie about her age, her height, her weight, or about how many sexual partners she's had. Where some women would never reveal that they've slept with dozens of men and women, Liz was proud of her sexual experiences. If anything, she wanted to have more sex with more people.

Only, not as easy for women to be swingers as it is for men, women had to worry about becoming pregnant. It this day and age, it's common for women to give birth long before their 18th birthdays. Only Liz was careful to take birth control precautions. A time when AIDs was rampant, not only was she on the pill but also she always required her lovers to use condoms. As much as she didn't want to be impregnated by some man she didn't even know, she didn't want to get a sexually transmitted disease either.

Where most of her friends were already settled down, married with children or planning for children, and already owning or planning to own their first home, Liz had other plans for her life. Just as foreign in her thinking to her friends with her having sex with a variety of men and women, her friends were equally as foreign in their thinking in having sex with just one man. One man, just one man, her friends vowed to have sex with just one man for the rest of their sexually frustrated, married lives while Liz had sex with hundreds of men and dozens of women. 

No threesomes, foursomes, swapping partners, group sex, and/or lesbian sex, Liz viewed marriage and from death do you part as boring. Much like animals in the wild, humans can't be monogamous. We're all sexual beings. We all want to have sex. If there were no rules, no boundaries, and nothing to conform to and adhere to, we'd all be swingers. If these were our last days on Earth, fuck marriage, except for Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt and Kanye West and Kim Kardashian, who truly love one another, yeah, right, we'd all be fucking and sucking one another.

Just as her non-swinging friends would be aghast if they knew she was a swinger, she was aghast that they played the role of a faithful wife while pretending to be happily married. If they were all so happy being married, then why do they lust over Ryan Reynolds, Mr. McDreamy, and other celebrities on television and at the movies. If they were happy being married, then why do they masturbate themselves while thinking of the lawn care men, the pizza delivery man, the UPS and Fedex men, and construction workers they see on the street?

Liz imagined it unbearably suffocating being married. Just as her friends found love, comfort, and security in marriage, Liz found all that she needed in sex and without the complications, the headaches, and the heartaches. Something she could never do, Liz couldn't imagine having a steady sexual diet of just one man. Liz could never imagine herself married with children.

If anything she'd be bored. If anything, she'd be sexually frustrated. If anything, she'd be emotionally cutoff, unhappy, and depressed if she couldn't have sex with a multitude of men and women. Rather than to conform and marry one man and just have sex with one sexual partner for the rest of her life, until death do they part, if anything, she'd want to run screaming through the streets naked. Rather than to be married, a fate much worse than death, she'd rather eat nails.

An understatement, if only judged by the fast lifestyle she led, Liz wasn't ready to settle down. Where most women dream of a house with a white picket fence, a white picket fence to her would be her prison bars. Where most women dream of having children, Liz had a dog, a big, black Labrador with a shiny coat, named Beauty because she was her black beauty. She couldn't imagine being married to a man and only having sex with him and no one else. She'd go crazy. In the way that some women need a man to give her a baby, Liz needed more than that.

Liz needed an orgasm. Liz needed multiple orgasms. In the way that most married women live day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, she couldn't imagine her life without orgasms. She needed to have fun. She wanted sexual excitement. She needed to be free to go where she wanted, whenever she wanted, and to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted to do it.

Blessed with a shapely body and a pretty face, she wanted to use her God given attributes to have some sexual fun. Now that she knows she can control men with sex, a personal challenge to her in the way that men have notches on their guns or carry around little, black books, she was curious to see just how many men she could control by giving and/or denying them sex. Sex, sex, sex, to her with much of her life about sex, sex was the key that opened the locks to many doors. Willing to play swinger and lover instead of mother and wife, being true to herself instead of kidding herself to be happy and content, she knew through swinging that she'd live a better life.

With her not getting enough sexual attention with one-on-one dates, needing more sexual action than that, unlike most of her boring, married friends, she needed to have more than one sexual partner at a time. Not even satisfied with finding a man, feeling a man, fucking a man, and forgetting about a man, she needed orgy like sex. Being that her sexual fantasy was for her to be the main attraction in a stadium filled with people while she's naked, she's an exhibitionist, an understatement. If it wasn't that she may be arrested for public indecency and lewd and lascivious behavior, she'd walk anywhere in public topless and/or any time naked.

Proud of her big breasts, she loved her shapely tits and many men and some women who have seen her breasts, felt her breasts, and sucked her breasts concur. In the way that the Romans of old had their champions fight man after man, Liz's sexual fantasy was to have sex with man after man. Fucking one while sucking another, the more the merrier, as far as she was concerned, she'd love nothing more than to be the main attraction in a sexual contest. After having sex with a countless number of men and women, she'd love nothing more than to be crowned the sexual winner and the champion of sex.

"We crown Liz the winner and the champion of sex."

Instead of wasting her time with dates and looking for Mister Right, when she had no interest in being in a committed relationship with one person, Liz started attending swingers', swinging house parties as a college coed while going to college. While women her age were getting drunk, high, and sexually used and abused at frat parties, Liz was getting licked and fucked at swingers' house parties. As interested in women as much as she was in men, she hung around with an older crowd of swingers.

Instead of looking for just one man, she looked for several men with big, hard cocks and the stamina to give her multiple orgasms. She wasn't interested in finding her knight in shining armor or her Prince Charming. Instead of looking for Mr. Right, she was looking for Mister wrong. Instead of looking for Mister Goodbar, she was looking for Mister Big Cock. She was more interested in finding her alter ego, her male porn star, than she was in finding her everything rolled in one boyfriend, her future husband, and/or her lifelong soulmate.

In the way that men had the adage, find them, feel them, fuck them, and forget them, she subscribed to that adage too. After meeting lots of men that she forgot as soon as she had sex with them and went home to take a long, hot bath, she liked being a carefree, emotionally detached, non-committal swinger. With her having no man in her life controlling her, whether with a man or with a woman, she was free to have sex with whomever she wanted and whenever she wanted. As a swinging woman, she could go where no happily married or a woman in a committed relationship would ever dare go, to swingers' parties.

* * * * *

Can you imagine how that would go over with a normal married couple who took a vow to remain faithful until death do they part.

"Honey? Where've you been? The kids really missed you. I had a Hell of a time getting Molly to sleep," said John, Christine's devoted husband. "She kept asking, where's mommy? When will she be home?"

Christine looked ashamed albeit sexually satisfied.

"Oh, I, um, was at a swingers' party. I was getting licked and fucked by men and women while I sucked, licked, and fucked men and women."

As if she said she was at a Tupperware party or an Avon party, he looked at her as if it was no big deal that she was at a swingers', house party.

"Did you have a good time?"

With him unable to give her the sex that she wants and needs, he smiled his understanding.

"I did. I had a great time. I can't tell you how many men I sucked and fucked, how many women I licked, and how many men and women licked and fucked me. I had a glorious, sexual time," she said smiling at her husband as if he was just some man.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself as if she was remembering having sex with some stranger.

"I'm glad that you had a glorious, sexual time because that may be the last good time you have when I start divorce proceedings tomorrow. Now get the fuck out of my house," said John pushing his wife out the door.

Well, that went well.

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Always taken away by her sexual fantasies that sometimes involved celebrities whenever she was masturbating herself, where most women imagine having sex with men, she imagined having sex with Demi Moore and Jamie Lee Curtis. When it came to lusting over men instead of women, she leaned to high action, fantasy. A big James Bond, 007 fan, she'd do all of the male stars from that series from Barry Nelson, David Niven, Sean Connery, George Lazenby, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, and Pierce Brosnan to Daniel Craig. Without naming all 75 Bond women, she'd do any and all of them if she could, namely Ursula Andress, Diana Rigg, Jill St. John, Jane Seymour, Britt Ekland, Maud Adams, Barbara Bach, Grace Jones, Teri Hatcher, Denise Richards, and Halle Berry.

For sure, swinging was much more sexually exciting than making small talk during a date while wondering if he liked her enough to kiss her. Swinging was much more sexually exciting than being married to a man and waiting on him hand and foot. Rather than cooking, cleaning, and washing clothes, she'd much rather be fucking, sucking, and licking. She'd have to give up more than just sex when married. She'd have to give up her identity too. Now with all of that bullshit out of the way, she was free to do what she really wanted to do and what she wanted to do was to have sex.

Sex, sex, sex, the more sex the better. Sex, sex, sex, whether with men or with women, the more sexual partners she had the better. Being that her favorite sexual thing to do was double penetration, whether it was oral sex, vaginal sex, or anal sex, she loved having sex with two men at the same time. She loved feeling two stiff pricks inside of her humping her mouth, pounding her pussy, and/or fucking her ass. Fucking one while blowing the other, when her two lovers switched off, it was as if she was having sex all over again with two different men.

Cocks, cocks, cocks, she loved seeing cocks, touching cocks, feeling cocks, fondling cocks, and stroking cocks as much as she loved seeing, touching, feeling, and fingering asses, tits, and pussies. Cocks, cocks, cocks, she love sucking cocks nearly as much as she loved fucking cocks. Pussies pussies, pussies, she loved licking pussies as much as she loved having her pussy licked by another woman. She love controlling men with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, nearly as much as she loved making love to another woman. Never bored at a swingers' party, there was always fresh meat and someone new to meet.

She enjoyed having sex without the guilt, the shame, and the remorse. She enjoyed having sex without the normal complications that seemingly always came with the give and take of a relationship and that always ruined a good thing too soon. With more married couples not having sex than there are married couples that do have sex, swingers always have sex.

With a multitude of partners to choose from, there aren't very many sexually frustrated swingers. With more married couples lying to and cheating on their spouses with someone else, those who swing together, stay together. Those who swing together have a special friendship bond that transgresses other bonds of friendships. Literally and figuratively closer to someone when in bed with them naked, I dare say that one really doesn't know someone until one has had sex with their naked body.

Suffice to say that she liked having sex without having a relationship and without having to make a long-term, exclusive, commitment to one person, whether it was a man or a woman. She preferred having sex without being pressured to say, I love you and I do while vowing her love to her intended and to God in front of the altar and before her family and friends. Preferring instead to go home alone to her dog when she was done using a man's cock and abusing his body, she was free to return the next weekend to another house party to have sex with someone else.

She enjoyed having her alone time with her thoughts and without feeling pressured to make small talk and obligated to take care of and to care for someone else. With her quite the sexual diva and with no room in her private, personal life for anyone else, man or woman, it was enough to take care of her sexual self and her dog. She could see herself living alone while attending swingers', house parties for the rest of her life.

"Hey, who's that old broad over there?"

"That's Liz," said one man to the other. "She's been swinging for more than 50 years. She must have sex with more than 10,000 men and women. She doesn't have any teeth now but she gives the best, damn gum job."

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Changing forever and with her unable to ever go back, a swingers' house party is where her life as a swinger started and where her life of innocence ended. No longer a virgin, by the time she was 24-years-old, too many to count and much too many to remember, she's had sex with dozens of men and several women. Where most women would think her a slut and a whore, most men thought her hot and sexy. Usually never meeting anyone like her, most men would consider themselves lucky to bed someone who not only looked like her but also who was as experienced in sex and in bed.

Doing bad, dirty, naughty, and sexy things that their wives and girlfriends would never do or even think of doing, Liz took pride in sexually pleasing a man. Going the extra mile, as if she was his professional call girl for a time, whatever he wanted, she wanted too. Whatever he was into, she was into too. Whichever man was lucky enough to be between her legs or in her mouth never left her without being sexually satisfied.

All that she asked in return was for them to sexually satisfy her too. Just as they wanted hot sex without all of the complications, she wanted hot sex too without all of the problems. With swinging a sexual, fantasy fairytale for those few lucky swingers, forgetting problems, heartaches, headaches, and ills, having swinging sex at a house party was just about the good and never about the bad. Whenever they removed their clothes, they removed all the things that would interfere with them having a good sexual time. If only for a time while they were naked, they were born again with another person who felt the same way.

Where women her age go to bars and clubs with the hopes of meeting their perfect match, Liz attended swinging house parties for sex. Popular because not only was she sexy and pretty, she was in demand because she was young and unattached. In the way that most women are, she wasn't looking for her soulmate, she was just looking for sex. Just wanting to have a good, sexual time, she wasn't looking to leave the swingers' party with anyone. She was more looking to have multiple orgasms than to find a man to marry and to give her a baby.

A swinger's, house party is where she could be herself. A swingers', house party is where she could really let herself go, relax, and have a good, sexual time. A swingers', house party is where she had the most fun. A swingers', house party is where she had the bulk of her sexual relations. A swingers', house party is where she met Mitch.

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Reminiscent of the song, "Some Enchanted Evening," from the movie, The South Pacific, and later made famous by Frank Sinatra's remake, the music played through her head when she first saw Mitch. While watching him having sex with two women from across a crowded room, there was something about him that she liked. Immediately, so appropriately perfect, she thought of the Beatles' song, "Something."

Something in the way he moves, attracts me like no other lover. Somewhere in his smile she knows that she doesn't need no other lover. Something in the way he woos, something in the style that shows her, and something in the things he shows her, she doesn't want to leave him now. Even though she's yet to meet him, she never wants to leave him now.

Call it love at first sight but in the way he looked and in the way he moved, he caught more than her attention and more than her sexual desire. As if an arrow hit a bull's-eye, he pained her heart. Something she never felt before, with her emotional feelings always consumed by sex, confused by lust, and controlled by orgasms, for the first time in her life, she felt love. Call it a joke or call it fate, kismet, or destiny, whatever this was, it was like nothing she's ever experienced or felt before. Not ready for love or expecting to find love, it just happened.

Even though there was a man standing behind her pounding her pussy after she just blew his friend who humped her mouth before cumming in her mouth, once he moved away from her, Mitch caught her eye. Never distracted from having sex before, even with her on all fours and her tits dancing to the imagined music in her head from being humped from behind, she was certainly distracted now. Even from across a crowded room, as if he was the only man in the room, he caught her interest and she couldn't stop staring at him as if he was the last man, the only man left on Earth. Certainly not fair to the man who was fucking her, she wished she was one of the lucky women that he was fucking. Licking one woman while fucking the other woman before switching off, she couldn't stop watching him sexually pleasure the two women.




Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 03



Then, a familiar song she hasn't heard since prom night, when seeing his big 9" cock, she thought of Hanel's "Messiah."

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

He and his big cock not only made her sexually interested in him, but he and his big cock made her hot and horny for him. In the way that men lust over women's tits, asses, and pussies, Liz lusted over men's cocks and Mitch had a nice, big, fat piece of man meat between his legs. Only, unlike every other man who she was sexually attracted to, he was different. With her only think of sex, sex, and more sex, for the first time she was thinking of love, love, and more love.

Strangely enough and something that's never happened to her before, feeling more in her heart than she did in her head and in her pussy, she was interested in him more than just as a sexual partner. She was interested in him more than just a onetime lover. If anyone was her man to marry, her Prince Charming, her knight in shining armor, and her soulmate, she imagined that he could be the one. He could be him. Never considering a boyfriend and a serious relationship before her whole world changed when she met Mitch. 

Suddenly, something she never imagined before and that was so foreign to her and emotionally disturbing to her before, she imagined a house with a white picket fence. She imagined marrying him and having children with him. She imagined sharing not just her bed with him but also her whole life with him. Yet, even after taking her marriage vows, she imagined continuing in the swinging lifestyle but with him by her side. Then, when she saw him taking a break, her chance to introduce herself to him, she followed him out to the living room.

If anything, she was prettier than the two women he was licking and fucking. If anything, she was younger, sexier, and probably more sexually experienced judging the women by how they moved and had sex with Mitch. If anything, she had bigger tits, a better body, a more willing mouth, and possessed more skills in sexually pleasing a man with her pussy as well as her ass. Only, being that the two women he was with were small breasted, she wondered what if he didn't like women with big tits. What if he wouldn't be interested in her because of the large size of her breasts, a C cup bordering on a D cup?

Moreover, being that the two women he was with were forty-something-year-old cougars, maybe he preferred older women to younger women. Maybe he had a mother thing. Maybe he always wanted to have sex with his mother and is the reason why he's having sex with two women who are old enough to be his mother. Maybe he'd reject her for all of the above. Yet, with her never lacking confidence about her sexy appearance, there was only one way to find out his preferences and that was to ask him.

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"Hi," said Liz giving him a sexually interested look without making it obvious that she noticed his not so secret, sexual weapon, his 9" long, thick, missile like cock. 

'Damn, I'd like to see that thing explode with cum,' she thought to herself.

With him as naked as she was, not an easy thing for her to do, she tried not to stare at his big prick. Even though most other swinging women would stare, leer, and ogle his cock, she had more class than that. Enlightened by having sex with many lovers, even though some may think her a slut and a whore, she's not. She's just a sexual woman who loves having sex with men and women. As far as she knows, there's no crime in having sex between two consenting adults.

Indeed, noticing the dark, oblong shadow this his big prick cast on the carpet in front of him, his cock was the raging, bull elephant in the room. She'd love to experience that monster when it's sexually excited. She's had plenty of big cocks before to know that her preference is having sex with a man who has a big cock. Big cocks makes her feel that she's really having sex. Big cocks stretch more than her pussy, they stretch her sexual anticipation to the limits and her erotic imagination to unlimited boundaries.

'Do me a favor and shove that thing in me. I, um, just wanna see something,' she was so tempted to say.

Only, comporting herself with class, she'd never say anything as vulgar as that to a stranger and especially to a man who she thought might give her more than sex but romance. She had more decorum than to act like a whore in the way some of the other swinging women do. Separating her from them, without doubt she was more like a lady than they were. 

When in a room filled with others of the same sexual ilk, maintaining her manners made her more attractive than a woman walking up to him and fondling his big prick. Some men like that kind of aggressive woman but that type of woman is not who she is. Besides, if he's the man for her, she wouldn't want a man who thinks he's God's gift to women. If he's the man for her, even though she's having sex with multiple lovers at a swingers', house party, she doesn't want him to think her a whore.

She'd rather have a man who appreciates her for being a sexual woman as much as she appreciates him for being a sexual man. She wants a man who can act with as much class as she possess and portrays even when she's having sex at a swingers' party. She wants a man who'd want to continue in the swinging lifestyle after they married. Yet, getting way ahead of herself, she doesn't even know if he likes her as much as she already likes him. 

She recognized the size of his cock because, somewhere in between, he looked to be bigger than her vibrator but smaller than her dildo. With her vibrator six inches long and her dildo twelve inches long, she figured that he was 9" long. A rare occurrence in the way of a blue, full moon, she's seen and sucked enough cocks to know a 9 incher when she sees one. A nine inch cock, especially on a white man is not a common occurrence. 

Figuring that he would, she wondered not only if he grew bigger when hard but how much bigger he'd grow. Some men remain the same size whether their cocks are flaccid or erect. Some men have really small dicks when flaccid and have huge cocks when erect. Some men, whether flaccid or erect, have small cocks. Definitely he had a big cock and by the sexual delight he was giving those two women, he knew how to use all that he had to his best advantage too.

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"Hi," said Mitch turning from Liz to look at the crowd of naked people in all shapes and sizes. "Some party. Huh?"

As if she was the only naked woman at the party, Mitch turned to smile at the busty, pretty woman with light brown hair and big, blue, beautiful eyes. Accustomed to men and women enjoying the naked view of her, in the way she didn't stare at his cock, he stared at her tits. Enjoying the voyeuristic attention, especially from him, she wanted him to stare at her tits and at the rest of her naked body. A good sign, after being with two small breasted women, if only by his voyeuristic surveillance and leer of her, she suspected that he was enamored with her breasts.

Seriously, who wouldn't be enamored by her big tits? Not only did she have big ones but also she had shapely breasts that didn't sag or have any stretch marks. Judging her by her magnificent breasts, with her breasts as high up as the young, virginal girl's breasts on the beach in Africa that Hemingway wrote about in his book The Snows of Kilimanjaro, most men and many women like virginal breasts. Even though she's hardly a virgin by any stretch of the definition or by anyone's imagination, her shapely breasts make her look younger. She has breasts that make her look more like an 18-year-old virginal woman rather than a swinging woman who will be 25-years-old next month.

Already sexually aroused from having sex with two men twenty minutes before, her nipples were erect and hard. His stare made her look down to see what he could see of her before she returned her focus back to him and to his man-sized, supersized prick. His stare made her look down to see what he could see of him and what she saw of him made her wet between her legs. What she saw of him made her lick her lips with the sexual anticipation of sucking him.

She laughed to herself while thinking that if they served cock at McDonalds or Burger King, she wondered if they'd ask her if she wanted fries with that. 

"One supersized cock to go please, plain with nothing on it," she imagined saying to the woman behind the window.

"Do you want fries with that?"

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She loved her big breasts and obviously by his focused stare he liked her big breasts too. The two women he was just with were small breasted women, both A cups and she wondered if small breasted women were his preference or just the luck of the draw. Certainly, they were attractive, well-groomed women for their age but they were no competition for her. With him looking as good as he does, no doubt the women approached him. Yet, judging him by his stares, leers, and ogles of her ample breasts, she suspected that he preferred busty women to small breasted ones.

"Party? It's more like an orgy if you ask me," said Liz with a laugh. "This is the biggest turnout I've ever seen. I've never seen as many naked, swinging, swapping people in one place at one time. With this many swingers in attendance at a house party, I can't even imagine what the swingers' convention in Vegas must be like. There must be fifty couples here and a few, stag singles."

Having already had sex with half a dozen men tonight, he was one of the few men that she hasn't had sex with yet. Not saying no to him, nor kicking him out of bed for eating crackers, she'd do him if he was interested in doing her. Only, unlike some of the other woman, he'd have to make the first move. She has more respect and self-worth for herself than to run the risk of being rejected.

With him so handsome with his black hair and big, brown eyes, more than just sex, there was something about him that made her feel safe and comfortable in his presence. Reminding him of Omar Sharif from Dr. Zhivago, but much better looking, more like Antonio Banderas but even better looking and sexier than that, there was something about him that made her feel weak in her knees and soft in her heart. There was something about him that excited her more than just sexually.

Never making and/or taking any sexual affair personal, there was something about him that melted her with just his look. Being in his presence was different and, something she's never experienced before when with a man, these were new and strange feelings for her. With her nervous, her pulse racing, and her heart beating fast, if she didn't know any better, she'd think she was feeling love. Love at first sight, if she didn't know any better, she'd think she was instantly falling in love.

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"I'm Mitch," he said holding out his hand as if he was meeting a woman on the street, at the office, or at a bar when they were both standing there fully dressed instead of standing there naked.

Naked, naked, naked, meeting one another for the first time, they were both naked. From tall to short, to fat to thin, and from good bodies to bad bodies, with no secrets to hide, this swingers', house party resembled a nudist colony dance. Naked, naked, naked, how many can say that the first time they met their soulmate that they were both naked?

"I'm Elizabeth but everyone calls me Liz," said Liz shaking his hand. "Only my Mom still calls me Elizabeth," she said with a laugh while rolling her eyes. "My close friends call me Lizzy. My teachers in school called me Liz because we had three Elizabeth's in the same class. They called one Elizabeth, one Beth, and me Liz because they said I looked more like Elizabeth Taylor, probably because of my big tits. I matured early but I don't think I look anything like Elizabeth Taylor. If anything, I look more like Natalie Wood. I've grown to like the name Liz the best," she said suddenly stopping her rambling. "Sorry, I'm talking too much and haven't give you a chance to speak," she said with a laugh.

Trying to make an impression on him, but overdoing her interest in him and not wanting to frighten him away should he only want her for sex, she was talking too much. She had a habit of talking too much when she was nervous and when she really liked someone. Mitch looked over at the bar.

"Would you like a drink?"

Liz walked over to the bar with him.

"Sure," she said.

"What will you have? It looks like that have everything rum, vodka, gin, whiskey, Jack, scotch," he said giving her a sexy look.

She looked at everything on the bar before focusing on an already opened bottle of white wine.

"Wine is fine," said Liz.

Mitch poured Liz a glass or wine while he opened a cold beer.

"It's so crowded. I need some air. Why don't we go outside by the pool to talk," said Mitch. "I need to get away from the loud music."

He opened and held the backdoor for her. Once outside, he grabbed a couple of towels and put them on the chairs. Then, he moved their chairs closer to one of the umbrella tables and sat next to Liz.

"I've never seen you here before," said Liz touching his knee when she'd rather be touching his cock.

She suddenly had this uncontrollable urge to suck him and normally she would fall between his legs and take his big prick in her mouth but he was seemingly different and inherently she had more respect for him than that. Unaccustomed to it, more accustomed to just sucking and fucking the men she just met instead of talking to them, never has she had this much verbal foreplay. Seemingly, other than they were naked, it felt that she was on a date instead of being at a swinger's, house party.

Typically the first time after meeting any man when they're coming together at a swingers', house party was all about sex and only about sex. Instead, now, she looked at him more in the way of romance than sex. Nonetheless, after having already sucked three cocks and swallowed three loads of cum, even after fucking three other men, all she could think about was sucking his cock. No doubt, without a doubt, she'd give him the best blowjob he's ever had in his life.

As if inviting him to kiss her, touch her, and feel her, she gave him a sexually interested, come hither look. Even in swingers' parlance and body language, especially in swinger's parlance and body language, there was no mistaking her look. Horny now, she wished he'd reach his hand out to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. She liked having her tits felt and her nipples fingered and she'd like for him to touch her and feel her in that sexual way. 

While he felt her tits and fingered her nipples, she wouldn't mind reaching her hand out to fondle the head of his cock before stroking his cock. Even though she just had a couple of hard cocks in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, they were not as big and nothing like his huge prick. In the way she was physically, emotionally, and sexually attracted to him, she wouldn't mind falling between his legs and sucking that big, hairy monster of a prick just as she wouldn't mind fucking him by the pool. So stuffy inside and smelling like sex, at least there was a light, cool, fresh breeze where they were sitting.

"This is my first time here. I'm with a friend," said Mitch looking at her. "I've had group sex before in college but much better than having a gangbang in a dorm, this is my first official swingers' party," he said with a laugh. "I guess, officially now that I had sex with those two women at the same time, I'm a swinger," he said laughing again. 

With him laughing to cover his nervousness, she suspected that he was just as nervous talking to her as she was nervous talking to him. Perhaps his nervousness had something to do with the both of them being naked. Hopefully, his nervousness was from him liking her as much as she liked him. When he paused, not wanting to hog the conversation, she allowed him to speak after making her comment about him now officially being a swinger.

"As soon as you walked through that front door and admitted entry, officially you're deemed a swinger," she said with her own, little nervous laugh.

Returning her laugh with his, he laughed too.

"Words aren't enough to describe all that I've seen and experienced already and I've only been here a couple of hours," he said with a dirty laugh.

He returned her look of sexual interest with his look of sexual interest.

"Yes, it's quite the party," she said giving him another turn to speak.

She smiled at him while giving him the eye.

"I always knew swingers and swinging parties existed but, until I attended one, it's something I needed to experience to know if this was for me. I think it is," he said. "I've never had a better time without having to take drugs or drink copious amounts of alcohol. Sex is a natural high. Suddenly," he said with a laugh, "I feel like a rock star."

He started playing the air guitar as if he was holding a real guitar.

"You said you're here with a friend," she said looking at him with possessiveness and jealousy, emotions she never felt before when having swinging sex with another swinger. "Are you here with woman?"

He laughed while looking all around and shrugging.

"Does it really matter? If I was here with a woman, she'd be in there sucking and fucking a multitude of men," he said pointing to one of several bedrooms with a shrug.

For the first time, Liz looked sad. Is this the first and last time she'll be seeing Mitch? With people coming and going and with some never returning, unless she made a move on him now, she may never have another chance. She felt pressured. 

"I guess it really doesn't much matter," said Liz with a shrug. "With everyone having sex with everyone else, I guess it really doesn't much matter who you came with," she said eying him while waiting for him to make a move on her.

He gave her a wide smile as if giving her a not so subtle hint. When she returned his smile, he gave her another wide smile as if realizing without words that they were already on the same page.

"What matters more is the one you leave with," he said with a laugh while giving him the eye.

She returned his laugh and returned his eye. Was he hinting that he wanted to leave the party with her? 

"Most of the couples here are married," said Liz looking around at all the naked people. "Sometimes I like playing a game of picking who is married to who," she said making eye contact with him. Having never asked anyone the question, not really caring if they were or not, she asked him the question now. "Are you married?"

He looked at her differently than he looked at the two women he was just having sex with. He looked at her as if he was interested in her more than just as a sexual partner. He looked at her in the way that she was looking at him. As if they were already close friends who already had sex, he looked at her as a close friend would look at her. As if knowing him much longer than just a few minutes, she felt comfortable with him. Even better, he seemed comfortable with her. Even better than that, laughing at one another's jokes, they hit it off with one another.

"No, but I'd like to be married one day, settle down, and have children. Only, now that I've experienced the swinging lifestyle, I'd want a wife who embraced the swinging lifestyle too," he said looking at her as if he was her top choice candidate. "I don't see myself being married to someone that I'd have to hide my sexual past from for fear that she'd think me perverted," he said. "What about you?" He paused as if waiting for the drumroll to end. "Are you married?"

He gave her a pensive look.

"No, I'm not married. I've never been married. I'm not even in a serious relationship," she said with a modicum of sadness that she couldn't hide. "Like you, I can't imagine giving up sex with men and women because I'm married," she said with a laugh. "I can't imagine spending the rest of my life having sex with just one man or one woman for that matter," she said with a quick laugh.




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He nodded his agreement.

"Knowing that it's wrong to ask, I won't ask your age but what year were you born?" Mitch laughed at the ridiculousness of his question.

She laughed.

"If I tell you what year I was born, you only need to do the math to know my age. Being that this is 1977 and I was born in 1953, that makes me 24-years-old," she said looking at him with interest. "What about you?"

He laughed.

"I'm 24-years-old too," said Mitch.

They looked at one another as if they had just met at a social dance instead of at a swingers' party. They looked at one another as if they were fully dressed instead of totally naked.

"Do you have a preference in women?"

He looked at her with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

She looked at him with interest.

"The two women you were with had small breasts," she said suddenly sensing rejection because she had tits and they didn't. Always being the center of attention with her shapely figure, there are some men who are more interested in asses than they are in tits. "Is that your preference, small breasted women?"

She hoped he liked tits, big tits.

"No, not at all. I prefer big breasted women and you have beautiful breasts, so very shapely," he said using his comment as his excuse to stare down at her naked breasts before reaching out his hand. "May I?"

She took a big breath, sat up straight in her chair, and puffed out her chest.

"I'd feel rejected if you didn't," she said looking down at his hand touching her breasts. 

He felt and fondled her breasts before sliding a slow hand across her nipples.

"Your breasts are so firm and so high up. Most of the women here have saggy, flabby breasts but you don't," he said.

She smiled her satisfaction with his compliment.

"Thank you," she said looking down at his hand enjoying the sexual pleasure of her naked tits. "There's a chaise lounge over there that we can use to get better acquainted," she said.

She looked to where he was looking before standing.

"Okay," he said. "I never had sex on a chaise lounge before."

With just enough room to accommodate the both of them, they moved closer to one another while kissing and touching. In the way that his hand were all over her big tits, her hand was all over his cock. She couldn't wait to suck him. She couldn't wait to fuck him.

To be continued...

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Part Four: Liz makes 13 porn Films in Amsterdam

Love at first sight, Liz met her husband, Mitch, at a swinger's, house party in 1977 and they were married eight months later. Obviously Cupid's arrow struck him in the heart in the way it pierced Liz's heart too. Thirty-eight years later, they're still happily married. Seemingly, when it comes to Mitch and Liz, the axiom is true. Those who swing together, stay together.

Perhaps the swinging lifestyle and swapping partners is their secret to a long, happy, and sexually satisfying marriage. Perhaps, as a prerequisite part of marriage, all married couples need to openly have sex with others instead of sneaking behind their partners back, lying and cheating, and having sordid, sexual affairs. With their sexual lives out in the open and honest, Liz and Mitch have never cheated on one another and/or lied about their sexual attraction to someone else. Perhaps an addendum begs to be added and is needed to be read when taking marriage vows.

"...and do you, Liz, promise to participate in the swinging lifestyle, to swap partners, and to have sex with hundreds if not thousands of men and women in the course of your marriage," said Father O'Malley.

"I do," said Liz revealing quite a bit of cleavage in her wedding dress, enough to give the priest an obvious erection beneath his robe.

With Father O'Malley standing higher than Liz at the altar, she gave him a great down wedding dress view of the tops of her big tits. Then, when she moved to her knees to pray and with her positioned on her knees, no doubt, in the way that he was leering at her, she was giving him a sexual fantasy of her on her knees while sucking him.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," said the priest while staring at the tops of Liz's exposed, abundant breasts and seemingly mesmerized by her long, line of sexy cleavage. "You may kiss your bride but, um, after you do, I, um, would like to have a confidential chat with Liz in my private quarters," said the priest whispering.

"Okay," said Liz giving her husband a look of confusion.

"I, um, just want to make sure she understands her marriage vows, especially the last part, the addendum, about her having sex with as many men as possible," said Father O'Malley.

"I understand," said Liz giving the priest a sexy smile and her husband a wink.

"I want to come too. I like to watch," said Mitch.

Leaving their guests for a few minutes, the bride and groom followed the priest to the rectory.

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Yet, even though they're both very active swingers and even though the story started out this way with Liz and Mitch having swinging sex at a swingers', house party, this story isn't about swingers and/or about the swinging lifestyle, per se. This story is about Liz as a porn star. Confessions of a Porn Star. This story is about Liz telling all of the secrets of all that happened when she made thirteen adult films in Holland.

"Let's all remove our hats, bow our heads, and take a moment to pay respect to all of those women who were once porn stars, who are now porn stars, and for those who yearn to be porn stars in the future. Amen."

This story is about Liz finally sitting down to enumerate over all of the sex she's had since the first time she had sex in the backseat of a car after her prom when she was an 18-year-old virgin. Unleashing the sexual beast within her that prom night, Liz quickly went from prom star, to having sex with anyone interested, to joining the swinging lifestyle, and to having sex while making adult films and becoming a porn star. Certainly, too many sexual partners to remember them all, she's had sex with thousands of men and hundreds of women. If she was born a high priestess thousands of years ago, she'd be considered a Goddess, the Goddess of love and positioned right up there with Aphrodite. The Greeks would have written books and poems about her to chronicle her strong sexual desires and to record the countless sexual partners she's had.

"Goddess Liz, now that you've had your wicked sexual way with that man, should be behead him as we've done with all the others or should he be locked in the dungeon with your father and brother?"

She looked up at her Captain of Arms before looking at his exposed prick. Instead of wearing a uniform, she demanded that all men in her charge be naked below the waist.

"Feed him to the dragon," she said with a disinterested wave of her hand while eating grapes and being fanned by two naked men.

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This story is about the sexual confessions of a porn star who made thirteen adult films in Amsterdam in the late 1970's. Several years after the blockbuster Deep Throat and Behind the Green Door were box office successes in 1972 and around the time of Debbie Does Dallas in 1978, Liz made her movies just before the movie Taboo was released in 1980 and Taboo 2 was released in 1982. Under the pretense of earning money while making porn movies in the adult film industry, holding nothing back and with nothing sexual seemingly off limits, this story is about all of the sexual things that Liz willingly did while making adult films.

Definitely, most people, especially those people who aren't swingers and who don't embrace the swinging lifestyle would think of Liz as a slut and/or a whore. Suffice to say that Liz doesn't think of herself as a slut or a whore nor does her husband of thirty-seven years think any less of her. She has more class and more self-respect than that to think that. She more thinks of herself as a sensual, sexual woman who enjoys having sex, an understatement.

Some people may even think of her as being a nymphomaniac. Yet, just because Liz has had thousands of sexual partners, men and women, she's still not the definition of a nymphomaniac. Chiefly, she has control over her life. Just as sex doesn't define her, sex doesn't control her. Whereas a nymphomaniac has no control over her body enough to say no, Liz is able to walk away from a sexual situation.

On the surface, one not so enlightened in the swinging lifestyle would think that not only is Liz a slut but also she's a whore and possibly even a nymphomaniac. Yet, just as we don't think that Joel and Victoria Osteen and their followers are religious zealots because they believe in the power of God, Liz is not a slut, a whore, or a nymphomaniac because she enjoys having sex with multiple of sexual partners. If she's anything, she's a loving women. A free spirit. With her blessed by having so very many feminine attributes, why not share her God given gift with others?

"Really? Seriously?" A man she just met and had never seen before looked at her with disbelief. "You want to fuck me and suck me while your husband watches?"

With her having done this many times before, Liz gave him a sexy smile and a knowing look.

"Yes, I was born to suck and fuck," said Liz falling to her knees, unzipping his fly, pulling out his cock, and taking the pizza delivery man in her mouth.

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Some people may think that many of the things that Liz did were dirty, nasty, and even bizarre. Some people may even believe that Liz went too far in her search for the perfect orgasm, but if you asked Liz, she'd say that she had fun and is looking forward to having more fun with many more men and women. To each their own. If anything, all she's doing is satisfying the addendum to her marriage vows, and if there was such an addendum, she'd be in good stead with the Catholic Church. 

"Thank you Elizabeth. That was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life."

She wiped the priest's cum from her lips with her tongue while giving Father O'Malley a sexy look and her husband a long wet kiss. Not swallowing the priest's cum, she had other plans for all that he ejaculated in her mouth.

"Thank you," said Mitch.

Father O'Malley looked from Liz to Mitch before returning his confused focus to Liz.

"He likes it when I snowball the cum of another man in his mouth," said Liz.

Liz gave the priest a sexy smile.

"I see," said the priest. "Well, thank you again for the blowjob."

"You're welcome Father O'Malley."

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, I bless your marriage. May you have a long and happy marriage."

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Depending on the person and their perception of Liz and Mitch, and the swinging lifestyle, what some may think is too much sex, others may think that she still hasn't had enough sex. If you were to ask her sexual partners, those who are in bed with Liz naked, if she's a slut, a whore, or a nymphomaniac, they'd think that you were the one who's crazy. They'd think that you're the one missing out on a good time by not stripping off your clothes and getting in bed with Liz and/or Mitch.

Yet, even those swingers who were in the swinging lifestyle back then in the late 70's, may have balked at traveling 5,000 miles to make porn movies in the Netherlands. It takes a special someone to travel to such a foreign country to make adult films. Then, again many of the swingers in the swinging lifestyle back then didn't have Liz's looks nor her hot body. No doubt, many of the swingers in the swinging lifestyle were jealous of Liz. Assuredly, while doing what they loved to do, they all wished that they could earn money having sex, instead of giving it away for free.

Unfortunately for them, most swingers aren't someone who an adult film production company would hire to make their films. With most swingers just average looking people at best, albeit people who take pride in their appearance and who are well groomed, still, they're no Liz. Born with a pretty face and a shapely body to match, most female swingers only wished they looked like her. The best they could do is to have sex with her. Moreover, with it the right time and with them in the right place, with Liz and Mitch not yet having started a family, they were free to go wherever, whenever, and to do whatever, and where they chose to go was to Amsterdam, Holland to make porn films.

While Mitch stood off the set behind the cameras, he watched his wife having sex with men and women while making porn movies. Nothing new there, he watched her having sex with lots of men and women while they swapped, played, and participated in the swinging lifestyle. Only, this time, instead of giving it all away for free, Liz was paid to have sex. No longer a lifestyle choice, even though it still was, making porn films was a job and her chosen career.

A chance of a lifetime and an opportunity to make memories they'll have for the rest of their lives, they took swinging to the ultimate level and traveled to Amsterdam to make porn films. More than just a vacation or a business trip, traveling to the Netherlands was an adventure and an all-expense paid career move. Instead of just being a swinger, Liz was an actress and, for all of those men and women who watched her movies, indeed, she was a famous actress. Yet, more than her being a famous actress, she was a porn star.

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This story is about Liz's confessions after having lesbian sex, male, female, male, MFM threesomes, gangbang sex with two to five men, BDSM, and watersports fetish sex with feces and urine. It was as if she knew her making porn movies was a prerequisite to her writing her memoirs, Confessions of a Porn Star, thirty-five years later. Different from having swinging sex in the swinging lifestyle, it was her job now to have sex on camera and at the direction of her director with paid actors and actresses. Whatever the writer wrote in the script was her job for her character to do and to make come to life on the big screen. Fortunately for the producer and his director, with her having already done it all before, there was nothing that Liz wouldn't do. 

"Action! Cut! Print!"

One such movie titled, Felicia's Feces Fetish Fascination, showed her having SCAT, fetish sex and golden showers. With Liz being submerged in a barrel of shit and covered from head to toe in defecation, human waste, obviously this is more than most actors and actresses would do in making a pornographic movie. Matter of fact, but for those who are into SCAT, few would even think that such a movie could and would be made. Yet, sex is sometimes a bizarre business with specific taboo turn of events and forbidden fetishes emerging as the sexual norm. Satisfying the customer no matter what their fetish or peccadillo is, is what pornographic movies are all about.

Filming Liz's shit play on location in a hotel room as it happened, there's no faking shit with melted chocolate or some other brown, thick liquid. This was the real deal. This was stinky, smelly, disgusting shit, a whole barrelful of it. Besides, being that all of these B movies are low budget, it was much cheaper to get real human waste than it was to pay some creative company an exorbitant amount of money to make fake poop.

So, do you think making a porn film is fun now? How many of you still want to be a porn star? How many of you would immerse yourselves in shit? Let's see a show of hands. Except for that one man in the back of the room jumping up and down with drool on his lip and with obvious sexual excitement of participating in his SCAT fetish, I didn't think so.

With the steamy, smelly, barrel of feces positioned in a bathtub, as if taking a smelly mud bath, Liz bravely climbed in and submerged herself up to her neck. For her not to be internally exposed, she wore and adult diaper along with a butt plug and pads to block the shitty liquid from entering her pussy. With her covered in shit, the camera wouldn't show her naked pussy and ass until after she the excrement was rinsed off and after the dirty diaper was removed.

At the risk that she could die of suffocation, not to mention be infected with diseases, such as Hepatitis, it was too much of a health hazard for her to submerge herself completely without some form of protection. It was quite enough that she was covered from chin to toe in stinky, smelly, disgusting human, bodily waste. Before climbing out of the barrel of excrement to wash herself, she stood in the shower dripping and reeking of poop while a group of men surrounded her. As if they were about to receive a shitty circle jerk, instead they peed and ejaculated their cum on her shit covered body.

"Eww. Gross."

Alas, how can someone so beautiful, so sexy, and so shapely cover herself with human excrement? Yet, pandering to those who enjoy such a thing, this pornographic Production Company had a penchant for making movies that addressed more than sucking and fucking. Even though their worldwide audiences were fairly small in comparison to other adult film production companies, they had a special, loyal audience who wanted movies that more evoked and inspired their sexual lifestyles.

Moreover, those who were into such things, would pay to watch the movie over and again. Furthermore, their fans were more apt to buy the movie than to just watch the movie. They made movies that covered every sexual nuisance and fetish. Except for underage characters, those actors under the age of 18-years-old, and bestiality, having sex with animals, specifically dogs and horses, nothing else was off limits. Whatever was your fetish or special sexual desire, this adult film company had a movie in their catalogue for you to buy.

Even though I'd never do something like that, some men will pay enormous sums of money for a woman to do this and Liz was one of those women willing to degrade herself for money and for sex. For her to make a movie about Coprophilia, those who are sexually interested in excrement as a sexual fetish and/or enhancement, just shows how much she was committed to having a successful career making adult films. A real trooper, quite the understatement, whatever it took to make the movie and whatever they asked of her to do, she did. Certainly, finding a gold mine when they discovered Liz, this adult film production company didn't have another actress under contract like her.

For sure, as an actress with an aspiring career in porn. She was no AVN award winner, in the way of Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat or Marilyn Chambers as Gloria in Behind the Green Door, but someone with her looks and her sexual skills certainly had a budding career as a porn star. For sure, she was no Debbi Benton as Bambi Woods in Debbie Does Dallas, Barbara Scott as Kay Parker in Taboo, and Sherry McBride and Joyce McBride along with Kay Parker in Taboo II. Yet, in the way that Jenna Jameson did, Liz made a reputation for herself as a young actress to watch while earning a few dollars being paid to do what she loved to do, having sex. Sex, sex, sex, it was all about sex and now all about earning money while having sex, sex, and more sex.

Yet, more than just making movies, while traveling through Europe, she was immersed in a beautiful country with tulips, windmills, wooden shoes, and canals everywhere. They were in Amsterdam, Holland part of the Netherlands on an all-expense paid trip. Predating the United States by nearly five hundred years and nearly three hundred years before Christopher Columbus discovered America, Amsterdam's history dates back to the 12th century. Actually, while constructing the metro, archeologists recently discovered clues of human habitation that dates back to the Neolithic Age, 2600 BCE. Where the United States is infected with crime, violence, and guns, Liz and Mitch were in a safe sexual haven where everything and anything goes, especially back in the 70's, the time of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, a revolutionary time for sex, while in Amsterdam. 

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This story is about Liz's sexual confessions while she had interracial sex with two, very big and very black, scary men, the stereotypical criminal thugs and bully types who hid behind their muscular bodies and guns. A few years after the box office bonanza Super Fly, these two men played their own version of Super Fly when they unzipped their zippers and pulled out their cocks. Under the guise of making a porn movie, they had their wicked sexual way with Liz in a pool hall and on a pool table while Mitch watched from behind the cameras. Unlike most porn movies at the time, where the plot is literally non-existent, had the cameras not been there, bystanders would think that this was happening real-time.

"Quiet on the set," said the assistant director. "Action," he said slamming shut the heavy, slate scene marker.

The scene begins with two, big, black men barging in a pool hall just at closing time. John, the owner of the pool hall, is there alone with his daughter cleaning up and getting ready to go home. Before she goes away to college in September, he's been living with his daughter after his wife died of breast cancer. With his wife ill for so very long before passing, suffice to say that he hasn't had sex in a very long while. No one knows but for him that he masturbates while fantasizing seeing his daughter naked and having sex with her shapely body.

The scene begins in the interior of the bar. John is working behind the counter while his daughter is sweeping the floor. Liz plays the virginal, daughter, Kathy, the good girl, next door. With the front door already locked and a closed sign hung on the window, suddenly two men enter the back, unlocked door from the alleyway. Kathy was just out there taking out the trash. One man closes and locks the door behind him. Being that this is a porn film, one doesn't need to be a rocket scientist or a movie critic to know what's going to happen next.

One man walks over to John and asks for the money owed him.

"Where's my money?"

John looked at the man with fear.

"I don't have it Tyrone. You need to give me more time. I'll have all that I owe you by next month?"

As if he was a growling Pit Bull, only much more dangerous, the man bared his teeth.




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"Next month? Do I look like a bank to you, the First National Black Ass Bank," said the man letting out an angry laugh. "I told you if you didn't have my money, you'd have a problem with me." Tyrone turns to the other man. "Check her to see if she has my money, Darnell."

Darnell grabs his daughter from behind. With one arm around her neck, he feels her breasts through her blouse and her bra with his other hand. Pawing her, he gropes her while his daughter struggles and her father helplessly watches. Then, he reaches down, lifts her short skirt to expose her bright, white panties to her father, and grabs a handful of her panty clad pussy.

"Daddy?"

He turns to Tyrone before refocusing his attention on watching Darnell sexually molest his daughter.

"Please don't hurt her," said John while never removing his eyes from his daughter being sexually molested, no doubt, something he's fantasized of doing while masturbating himself.

Darnell looks back at John before spinning Kathy around to face him. Forcing his tongue inside of her mouth, he kisses her. Then, breaking off the kiss, he slaps her hard across her face.

"Daddy!"

Then, he turns her to face her father before tearing open her blouse and exposing her white, low cut bra, the tops of her meaty breasts, and her long line of cleavage. Kathy struggles to free herself. She desperately tries to keep her modesty and her innocence while her father watches as if watching a porn movie instead of being an actor in one. Tyrone leaves the father to join Darnell who's about to have his wicked, sexual way with Kathy. The two black men force Liz, as Kathy, in Black Man's Bluff, the daughter of the pool hall owner to have sex with them as payback for his unpaid gambling debt.

While she struggles and screams, the two men strip Kathy naked. After ripping open her blouse, they tear off her short skirt. With her dressed in only her low cut, white bra and bright, white bikini panties, as if modeling her, they move her from side to side for her father to see his daughter in her underwear. Then, in a quick yank, while Darnell holds her, Tyrone pulls her bra over her head and off to expose her naked breasts to them and her Dad.

The first time her father seeing her naked breasts, John stares at his daughter's tits. With her having bigger and shapelier breasts than her mother, obviously her breasts are all that he imagined. Then, inserting a finger in the band of her panty, in one quick push, they pull down her panties to expose her trimmed, brown pussy. Not done embarrassing and humiliating her, continuing to sexually molest her by touching her and feeling her everywhere, they spin her around and bend her over to expose her naked ass and pussy to her father.

"She doesn't have our money either," said Darnell with a dirty laugh. "What should we do with her now?"

Darnell spins her back around to face her father while touching, feeling, and fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. Then, he wets his hand with his tongue and takes a long slow swipe between her legs of her pussy. Wasting no time, he parts her moist lips with his fingers and sticks a finger inside of her. He fucks her pussy while rubbing her clit. Touching and feeling the proprietor's daughter everywhere while forcing her to move every which way to show her naked body to her Dad, Kathy's father is forced to watch his virginal daughter having forced sex with two, very violent men.

"Daddy!"

Unable to help his daughter, John helplessly watches the men have their wicked, sexual way with his young, virginal daughter. As if mesmerized by Kathy's big tits and hypnotized by seeing his daughter's naked pussy and ass, instead of giving his daughter the courtesy and respect of looking away, he stares at his naked daughter. With her no longer the girl next door, these two men are intent on turning her into the whore next door.

"I know what to do with her," said Tyrone slapping her across her face again. "Get down on your knees Bitch."

Reluctantly, positioning herself in front of him, Kathy obeys and moves to her knees. Obviously knowing what's coming next, she tightens her jaw and closes her lips tightly together. No doubt having done this before and knowing how to deal with a reluctant, sexual victim, Tyrone gives her long, light brown hair a quick, hard yank. When she opens her mouth to scream, he fills her mouth with his cock.

"Unless you want me to shoot your father, you better not bite down on my dick. Start sucking. Now take your hand," he said moving her hand to his cock and wrapping her fingers around it, "and stroke me. Yeah, just like that baby."

Then, putting a heavy hand to the back of her head and moving her head forward, he forces her to suck him deeper. Not being very gentle with her, he humps her mouth and fucks her face. While she's blowing Tyrone, Darnell lifts her from her knees to a position where's bent forward at the waist. Giving his hand a quick, wet lick, and her pussy a quick, wet swipe, he takes her from behind as if she's a dog in heat.

Paying no never mind to her struggling, Darnell humps Kathy's pussy. He pounds her pussy with the loud slapping noise of their skin coming in contact again and again. As if she's a ten dollar whore, he fucks her hard, really hard. With her quickly gaining a rhythm of sucking one while fucking the other, John helplessly stares with shocked awe at his naked daughter forced to suck and fuck the two men. As soon as they ejaculate their cum in her mouth and in her pussy, with the camera showing close-ups of the cum shots, they switch positions with Darnell forcing Kathy to suck him and Tyrone fucking her from behind. Then, if that wasn't enough, as final payback, under the threat of death, John is forced to have sex with his own daughter.

* * * * *

Such a dastardly deed, the inhumanity of it all is just sickening. Poor, innocently, sweet little Kathy, barely eighteen-years-old, the girl next door is forced to have double penetrating sex with two violent men. If that wasn't enough that she was forced to suck and fuck two men, now she must suck and fuck her own father. When Tyrone put a gun to his daughter's head and threatened to pull the trigger, that was all the encouragement that John needed, not that he needed any. He unzipped himself, pulled out his cock, and moved his stiff prick to his daughter's mouth who was still on her knees naked and sobbing.

"I'm so sorry Kathy. Please forgive me," said her father. "For the sake of the both of us, you must blow me. I fear that if you don't suck and fuck me, they'll kill us both."

With him already having an erection from watching his daughter stripped naked and having sex with two men, he wasn't as much of a reluctant victim as was his daughter. On the pretense that he was forced to do the dirty, the nasty, and the sexually forbidden, incestuous deed, John put a heavy hand to the back of his pretty daughter's light brown head. Taking the extra initiative, he felt her breasts while fingering her erect nipples.

In the way that the two black men had just done, humping her mouth and fucking her face, he forced his daughter to suck him. Humping her mouth deeper and fucking her face harder in the way that the first man did, Kathy had no alternative than to suck her father's cock. In the way she did with Tyrone's and Darnell's stiff pricks, she wrapped her fingers around her father's cock and stroked him. Seemingly wanting to get it over with, she was intent for her father to cum in her now willing mouth.

It didn't take John long to cum in his daughter's mouth and, whether out of habit when having sex with his wife or from his uncontrolled sexual excitement of having sex with his daughter, he didn't release Kathy until she swallowed all his cum. With cum dripping from the both sides of her mouth, down her chin, and all over her C cup breasts, the camera recorded the violent, sexual action of a father having forced sex with his daughter. Making sure they recorded the money shot, the cum shot, the camera showed the audience all that they wanted and needed to see.

"Now fuck her," said the first man. "I want to hear her cum."

When John grabbed his daughter, Kathy pushed her father back but to no avail. Too strong for her, he lifted her from her knees and pushed her back on the pool table.

"Daddy no! Please don't!"

Forcing her to spread her legs, he mounted her. Ignoring her screams of outrage and disgust, he stopped her from struggling by pressing her wrists to the table. With a hump and a push, he was inside of his daughter. Fucking her hard and fucking her fast, John was fucking his own daughter while she was forced to have sex with her father. Fucking her faster and fucking her harder, it didn't take him very long to cum in her pussy. Only, before he did, Kathy had her first orgasm.

"Oh, my God! Daddy! I'm going to cum. I'm cumming," she said wrapping her legs and arms around his back. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Humping him as hard as he was humping her, father and daughter fucked as if they were husband and wife and had done this many times before.

"It looks like I did you a favor," said Tyrone to John. "It looks like you both enjoyed fucking and sucking as much as we did. You better have my money when I return next week."

To be continued...

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Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 05



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Part Five: Hard Court Press, Taking Six for the Team

The third film was with Liz as a head cheerleader, literally and figuratively. The story is about Liz being gang raped by six men of an all-black basketball team after winning the big, championship game. Perhaps rape is too strong of a word where Liz wanted to have sex with them as much as they wanted to have sex with her. Only, even though having double penetration sex was her favorite sexual act, sucking one man while fucking another, she would have preferred having sex with one man at a time.

She would have preferred savoring the sex instead of having to rush the sex. Instead of just sucking and fucking, she would have preferred more foreplay and making love first before going balls to the wall wild. Now with the sex just a blurred memory, had she taken her time with each man instead of having all six men at the same time, the sex would have been better. Yet, for that two hour period where six, well hung, black men attacked her naked body was pretty awesome and a memory she'll never forget.

Had they all stayed for the end of the celebration, the party after, with Liz as the sexual entertainment, she would have taken on the whole team, the five, main players on the court and the other seven on the bench. Literally, in the way that CBS news reporter Lara Logan was repeated raped by a crowd of men in Egypt celebrating Egyptian President Hosni Mulbarak leaving, Liz would have cleared the bench. Instead of having sex with the entire twelve man roster, she had sex with only six players.

Only six players? What normal woman has sex with six men? What normal woman would willingly and sexually allow six men to use and abuse her naked body? Had she not pulled a train many times before while in the swinging lifestyle, a normal woman would have balked at six men with monster cocks forcing her to suck them and fuck them.

Only, even though the sex was real, her reality wasn't. She wasn't having swinging sex with her husband participating and/or watching. She was an actress making an adult movie. She was a porn star pretending that she was the head cheerleader of a winning basketball team while six, black actors had their wicked sexual way with her naked body. Double penetration, she sucked them while they fucked her.

Besides, not necessarily that it's a bad thing or a good thing but Liz isn't a normal woman. She goes through men in the way that some men, players and swingers, go through women. Nevertheless her being a normal woman or not, being that it was a movie, a porn movie at that, the six men really didn't force her to have sex with them. Just as it was her job to have sex with them, it was their jobs to have sex with her. Under the guise of making an adult movie, she was paid to have sex with six men just as they were paid to have sex with her. 

Wow, talk about having your cake and eating it too? Seriously, how many of you would love to be paid to have sex? How perfect of a job is that to be paid to have sex with a beautiful, shapely woman? How perfect of a job is that to be paid to have sex with six, handsome black men who have giant cocks?

Within the confines of their roles, they may have coerced her to have sex with them but, even in the movie, they didn't force her to have sex. Yes, she was inebriated in the way that they were too. And yes, they stripped her naked and tied her to the massage table, but Liz wasn't screaming and fighting. She never said no. She seemed to want to have sex with them as much as they wanted to have sex with her. The sex was consensual. 

* * * * *

Imagine this scenario playing out on the street with someone who's not a porn star.

"Excuse me Miss," said a man carrying a briefcase and stopping a good looking woman on the street who had a hot body. 

No doubt figuring that he was asking her for directions, she stopped walking to talk to the man.

"Yes," she said stopping.

Tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful, she could be his next porn star.

"What's your name?"

Obviously figuring that he was a salesman trying to sell her something, she eyed him with suspicion now. She paused and gave him a questioning look before blurting out her first name.

"Tiffany," she said.

Right up there with Crystal and Veronica, Tiffany was the perfect name for a porn star, for a stripper, and for her.

"I'm sorry to bother you but would you allow me to ask you a question?"

He gave her a warm smile as if he was inviting her to a church social.

"You just did ask me a question," she said with a naughty laugh. "You actually asked me two questions. You asked my name and then you asked if you could ask me a question," she said with another laugh.

Sexy, beautiful, intelligent, and witty, he was impressed with his find.

"Quite right, but may I ask you another question after asking you this question," he said with a laugh over the semantics of asking her if he could ask her a question before asking her a question, a process that could go on endlessly.

She smiled her impatience at him.

"What's your question?"

Seemingly ready to leave without him asking her his question, she now showed more impatience with a stranger stopping her in the street to ask her a question.

"Would you have gangbang sex with these six, black men?"

He looked to the side with her to look at six very tall, black men. She looked where he looked before looking back at him.

"Gangbang sex?" She looked at him as if he was a nut or a pervert. "Certainly not. What kind of woman do you think I am? I'm not a whore? I'm not a slut and I'd never pull a train," she said seeming offended.

Hmm, the fact that she knew that pulling a train was another way of describing gangbang sex was encouraging. He smiled as if he was a preacher ready to preach to his flock before fleecing his flock.

"Sorry but please indulge me in asking one more question," he said.

She seemed as interested in having gangbang sex with six, black men as she seemed angry that he'd stop her in the street to ask her if she'd have gangbang sex with six, black men.

"Okay, go ahead and ask your question," she said.

As if he was Monte Hall wanting her to pick a door to make a deal, he gave her another smile.

"What if I paid you to have sex with them?"

With her eyes opening wide, obviously, he had her attention now. Much like the Dire Straits song, Money for Nothing, unless the woman was a virgin, money for sex is giving up nothing for money. Seriously, who wouldn't want to be paid to have sex? Only and again, she appeared to be as angry as she appeared to be sexually excited to have gangbang sex with six, black men.

"You want to pay me to have gangbang sex with six, very tall, and good looking black men?" She dressed him down with a look. "Do I look like a prostitute to you?"

She looked from him to eye the six men before looking back at him.

"Yes," he said. "I mean, no, you don't look like a prostitute to me but yes, I'd like you to have gangbang sex with those six, black men.

She looked from the man to look at the six black men before focusing her stare back on the man again.

"How much?"

As if he was Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire, he showed her the money as if she was Cuba Gooding, Jr as Rod Tidwell. He lifted his briefcase and opened it to show her that it was filled with neatly stack one hundred dollar bills. There had to be at least fifty thousand dollars in there, maybe more.

"Wow! That's a lot of money," she said staring at the money before staring up at him. "I'd have to see their cocks first," she said laughing at her joke.

Only, taking her seriously and literally, it was no joke to the man holding the briefcase full of money. He happened to be an adult movie producer searching for his next porn star and the men happened to be six of his porn stars.

"Show her your cocks," he said to the six black men.

One by one, with people walking by them on a busy sidewalk, they all pulled out their huge dicks. With six enormous cocks dangling in front of her, she looked from one man to the other before looking at the producer.

"Oh, my," said Tiffany staring at the six big pricks again. "I should be paying you to have sex with them," she said with a dirty laugh.

Seriously, if there's a perfect job, it's being paid to have sex. The best job in the world is being a porn star. Being that Liz is a porn star, these are her confessions.

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They may have enticed her to suck and fuck them merely by the size of their cocks. Yet, being forced to have gangbang sex was too strong of a word to use on a swinger who's now making porn movies. If the sex was anything, contracted, bought, and paid for, the sex was consensual. If the sex was anything, much like going to the office to work, it was their jobs to have sex. Yet, whether it's her job or not, what kind of woman consensually agrees to have a gangbang and to have sex with six, black men?

One who's never made a porn film would think that actors and actresses would have to have gangbang sex just the one time. Yet, how many times did they have to shoot and reshoot the scene before getting it right? How many times did she had to suck six men over and again? How many times did six men have to fuck her over and again? After a while, much like any job, the sex must get boring and the actors get tired and sore. What happens when a porn star goes home to her husband and he wants to have sex?

"I'm so glad you're home Liz," said Mitch, her husband. "I've been horny all day. Let's have sex."

With her mouth and pussy stretched and still sore from a hard day of work having sex while making an adult film, she looked at him as if he was nuts.

"Sex? Honey, I'm so tired. I'm so sore. I've been having sex all day. Matter of fact, I had gangbang sex with six black men who had massive cocks and, until we got it right, we had to do the take over and again."

Obviously by the thought of her sucking and fucking six, black men over and again, he looked at her with lust in his eyes. 

"Okay," said Mitch. "How about just a blowjob?"

She looked at him as if giving him a blowjob was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Gees, Mitch, if you knew how man cocks I sucked today over and again, you'd never ask me to blow you ever again."

Maybe working as a porn star does have some drawbacks.

If anything, she was a super woman, a super sexual woman. If anything, she was the queen of sex. She was more persuaded to have sex with the six men than she was forced. Only, not even needing much persuasion, she was looking forward to having gangbang sex with six, good looking, well endowed, black men. 

Still, when she realized what was happening, her having sex with six men who had giant cocks, she could have screamed. She could have balked. She could have resisted. She could have said no. She could have somehow fought them and made it more difficult for them to sexually take her but she didn't. As if it was her idea too and as if she wanted them as much as they wanted her, and she did, she went along with having gangbang sex.

Having sex was her job after all. Having sex is what she's good at doing. Liz is a porn star and having sex is what she does to earn a living. 

* * * * *

The movie was aptly named, Full Court Press, Taking Six for the Team. Full Court Press, Taking Six for the Team, was a porn movie where Liz played the head cheerleader, Molly Virginia Peterson, also coincidentally and appropriately known as MVP. Certainly, in the eyes of the six, black basketball players who persuaded her to have sex with them, after she relented and gave them what they all so wanted, indeed, she was their most valuable player in the final celebration of their championship game. 

Talk about March Madness, what happened in that locker room that night was real madness and sexual mayhem. No one would ever believe that one woman would sexually take on six, super big men. Yet, and for sure, no winning game celebration would be any fun without a naked, head cheerleader doing the whole team. Without doubt, no team was anything without their most valuable player and that night, their most valuable player was their head cheerleader or more appropriately, their cheerleader giving head.

"MVP! MVP! MVP," chanted the whole team as they entered the showers where there was a bucket full of champagne and two kegs filled with beer.

They all grabbed a bottle of champagne, opened them, shook them, and sprayed one another. On a strict, high carb, low fat, and high protein diet during the basketball year and ordered not to drink or take drugs, they sucked down beer after beer.

"MVP! MVP! MVP," shouted Molly thinking that she was part of the fun when little did she know that she was about to be the naked centerpiece of their entertainment.

Along with everyone else on the team, she drank a few glasses of champagne and a few too many beers. Only, she was 5'6" and not 6'6" tall and the alcohol had more of an effect on her than it had on these super big men. It wasn't until she saw most everyone leaving and her teammates removing their uniforms, getting naked, and taking showers, that she decided that she needed to leave too.

Yet, mesmerized by the sight of their big, black dicks, she was too late in making her safe departure. Sexually aroused by the sight of six, big, black cocks, she looked from one naked, black man to stare at another naked, black man before she realized that this wasn't a safe place for her to be. After all of the coaches, the rest of their teammates, and press had already left, she was there drunk and alone with six naked, black men. Only, when she finally tried to leave, they grabbed her and persuaded to stay under the guise that they were still partying from winning their championship game.

"MVP! MVP! MVP," shouted the team's center, a man who stood 6'10" tall and weighed 240 pounds and who dwarfed Molly's 5'6" 120 pound frame.

She looked up at Tyrone, literally looked way up at Tyrone and tried to show her team spirit by joining him in his cheer.

"MVP," she said halfheartedly now afraid for her safety. "MVP."

With her still remaining there while he and his teammates were standing there naked, no doubt he thought that she was game for anything.

"Molly Virginia Peterson," said Tyrone, the center making his chant more personal. "You're the real most valuable player of this team," he said.

She took a step back when he took a step forward.

"Thank you," said Liz as Molly and giving him an embarrassed smile when she looked down and saw his cock growing to erection.

She could make a run for it but in her inebriated state, she'd never make it through the exercise room without tripping over something and hurting herself.

"In the sexy way you look and with all of your cheers, you inspired us to win. It's because of you that we won so many games. We all wanted to win for you," said Tyrone stepping closer to her and leaning down to kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling two, big handfuls of her C cup breasts.

As if it was Christmas and she was standing beneath mistletoe, she allowed him to kiss her while feeling her breasts. With his big, horny hand going beneath her cheerleader's top, she even allowed him to fondle her tits and finger her nipples through her bra while groping her tight, round ass through her cheerleading panty with his other big hand. While he stood in front of her naked with an obvious erection and chanting her name, she allowed him to continue kissing her and feeling her. Then, when he reached his hand down to put her hand on his cock, she took his big prick in her hand but too big to wrap her fingers all the way around it, she held onto it as best she could. Typically the other way around, with her giving players her cheers and chanting their names, now he was her head cheerleader.

"MVP! MVP! Molly Virginia Peterson is my MVP," he said pounding his fist in the air as if he had just scored a three point basket to win the game.

He scooped her off the floor and with her feet dangling parallel to his thighs, he carried her around as if she was a ragdoll while kissing her and feeling her ass. Compared to him, she looked so tiny. Compared to him, she looked so helpless. Only ready to take on the team and to take charge of things sexually with her mouth and with her pussy, she wasn't helpless at all. If anything, this woman was soon to be in charge of these six, big men.

Then, when he set her down, with nowhere else to look, she couldn't help herself from staring down at his big cock that suddenly grew bigger, longer, and thicker. With her curious to see how big his prick would grow, she reached out her hand to fondle the head of his prick with her fingertips before wrapping her fingers around his cock to stroke him. Even dwarfing Mitch's 10" dick, he had the biggest cock she had ever seen and the heaviest cock she ever felt.

With her pretty head tilted all the way back, looking straight up as if looking at the ceiling, she continued stroking him while looking up at him. Long and thick and too thick for her to completely wrap her fingers around, she couldn't imagine trying to fit that monster in her mouth. Bigger than her biggest dildo, Big Bruno, she couldn't imagine what that thing would feel like in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass.

"Molly Virginia Peterson! Molly Virginia Peterson! Molly Virginia Peterson," chanted the whole naked team when Tyrone put her down in the middle of them. "MVP! MVP! MVP!"

With their erect cocks already ready for action, as if she was about to do a circle jerk, six, naked men surrounded her. Six, naked men touched her, felt her, and kissed her while pressing their big dicks against her. Six, men took their turns in filling her hands with their pricks.

Immersed in cock heaven, she looked from one big, erect prick to another big, erect prick. Had she not been inebriated from the high of winning the state basketball championship, from the champagne, from drinking too much beer, and mesmerized by the sight of their big pricks, she would have left when everyone else left. Had she not been drunk with the excitement of winning the championship game, she wouldn't have celebrated as hard and drank as much. Was it not for the attention her teammates gave her to make her feel like one of them, a star, she never would have stayed. 

With her ingesting an excessive amount of alcohol, she wouldn't have put herself in such a precariously vulnerable position. Begging to be raped and sexually brutalized, had the six, naked men not started kissing her, touching her, feeling her, and fondling her while removing her clothes, she would have had her wits about her. Dizzy with delight of being so sexually wanted by six naked men, she was filled with the sexual anticipation of men who were her friends. Only, with her seemingly enjoying the sexual attention of twelve hands groping her, she was drunk with the realization of a sexual fantasy.

* * * * *

Trusting them not to hurt her and not to take sexual advantage of her, Tyrone, Darnell, Bradley, Dwayne, Reggie, and Willie were her friends during the basketball season. Even though she's never dated any of them, she's had sexual fantasies of all of them while masturbating herself when alone in her bedroom or while taking a bath. Never having had sex with a black man before, curious to know what having sex with them would feel like, she always wondered how different it would be to have sex with a black man than with a white man. She always wondered if the myth was true, that black men have bigger cocks and, if judging all black men by these six black men, now she knew that the myth was true.

Certainly, if just by their immense size, with the smallest man on the team, 6'3" tall, it made sense to her that bigger men must inherently have bigger cocks. Only, as if she was a female sportscaster in a locker room, unable to stop herself from staring, she was curious to know what their naked, erect cocks not only looked like but also felt like in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass. Even after they removed her uniform, with her standing there in her panty and bra, she continued celebrating.




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Too excited about winning the championship and too drunk to care that they were naked and were stripping her naked, seemingly she was unaware that the men were slowly undressing her. Obviously six, horny men thought they had a woman who wanted to have sex with them as much as they wanted to have sex with her. Thinking she was just part of the winning team, she was having fun. It wasn't until they removed her bra, her panties, and stripped her naked that she realized what was going to happen next.

'Duh? Oops, it's too late to do anything about this now.'

How dumb could she be? How drunk was she to allow six men to parade around her naked? How sexually excited was she to allow six men to strip her naked? Now already gone beyond the point of no return, no court of law would convict any of these men for rape when she willingly stayed while they paraded around her naked and willingly allowed them to strip her naked.

She could have said no and left when they all stripped naked and walked around naked in front of her but she didn't. She could have said no when they were touching her and feeling her while kissing her. With twelve hands touching her and feeling her and with six men putting her hand on their cocks, she could have said no when they were slowly undressing her. Full Court Press, Taking Six for the Team, she was about to take much more than one for the team. She was about to take six, black cocks for the team. She was about to suck and fuck six, big, black men.

"Hey! No! Wait! Stop! Don't do this," she said.

Now having second thoughts, she struggled too late to break free from twelve hands grabbing her, touching her, fondling her, and groping her. Feeling her everywhere and seemingly all at the same time, she tried to leave but to no avail. Finally, it was then that she realized what was going to happen to her. Finally, it was then that she realized there was no way out and nowhere for her to run and go. Finally, it was then that she realized she'd be having gangbang sex with six men who she thought were her best friends.

Six, super big and physically fit men were much too strong for her to combat. Picking her up with one hand, Tyrone carried her away. Besides, with all of them having too much to drink too and with them lusting over her shapely body sexily dressed in her skimpy cheerleading outfit for months, there was no denying them now. With the winners taking all and to the victor go the spoils, she was part and parcel of their championship win. No doubt, in the way they all looked at her, every man on that team had been yearning, dreaming, and fantasizing of having sex with her.

"MVP! MVP! MVP," they chanted. Molly Virginia Peterson! Molly Virginia Peterson! Molly Virginia Peterson," they shouted. "MVP!"

With twelve, horny hands lifting her off the floor as if they were going to dunk her in a basket, while touching her and feeling her everywhere, they held her naked body high over their heads. Instead of carrying a stuffed pig to a royal banquet, she felt like a pig that was about to be stuffed with six cocks at a basketball banquet. As if she was surfing a crowd while moshing, they carried her to the physical therapy room while cheering.

"MVP! MVP! Molly Virginia Peterson! MVP!"

Their human sacrifice, they set her down upon the massage table, spread her legs, and quickly tied her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the massage table with sneaker laces. Unbelievably, if only by the wild sexually excited look on her face, it sexually excited her not only to be stripped naked but also to be tied to the table. With no one else there to stop them from having their wicked, sexual way with her naked body and with her tied to the massage table, she was now helpless to resist.

Never afraid to have sex with any man before and with the cloud of alcohol somewhat dissipating from her pickled brain, suddenly she was afraid to have sex now. It was one thing to have sex with one man who has a giant cock but to have sex with six men with giant pricks, she never would have imagined doing that even in her wildest, sexual fantasies. Only, what else could she do? Being that she was tied to the table, her fate was already preordained and she was doomed.

* * * * *

As if offering his cock to her as part of her sexual sacrifice to the God of basketball, Tyrone stood over her holding his prick in his hand. Obviously testing the water, his way of making sure she wasn't about to yell rape, he lowered his big, stiff prick to her lips. Teasing her by touching the tip of his cock to her lips, he slid the head of his big prick slowly across the width of her lips. Bigger than a ruler, his erect cock was the size of a small fungo bat. An involuntary reaction, as if tasting him, she flicked out her tongue to lick the tip of his cock. 

Then, when she turned her head away from his erect prick, as if palming a basketball, he immediately turned her head back in place. Knowing she had no alternative than to submit, she smiled up at him, as if giving him the green light. With her tied to the table and surrounded by five of his teammates, she had no choice but to suck him, the captain of the basketball team. With him having a frightening monster of a prick, she had no idea how she was going to fit her lips around his monster cock, only she had no choice.

Had she not been drinking, she never would have taken him in her mouth but not wanting them to rape her and hurt her, opening wide, she relented her will to them and took Tyrone's huge cock inside her mouth. With her mouth wide open and her upper lip pushed up against her nose, it was hard for her to breathe while sucking him. His cock was so big, too big. His prick was so hard that she could feel his strength seething. For sure, she would have rather felt that monster in her pussy than in her mouth. Only, with her mouth already full with his engorged prick and unable to utter a single word, she no longer had any say in the matter.

As if trying to see how much of his cock he could fit in her mouth, not even half, he humped her mouth and fucked her face. While sucking Tyrone, Dwayne mounted her and slid himself inside her already wet pussy. Dwayne was a man with another big prick and, spreading her wide, she felt as if she was giving reverse birth to a baby when fucking him.

He fucked her hard while she sucked Tyrone. A two man, sexual tag team, intent to do so, they had their wicked sexual way with her. When Tyrone momentarily let go of her and removed his cock from her mouth for her to adjust her position to a more comfortable one, she spoke.

"Untie my hands so that I may have some sexy fun too," she said giving Ty a sexy look. "Don't worry. With my ankles still tied and my legs spread, I won't bolt." 

Tyrone untied her hands and immediately Molly grabbed hold of his cock with two hands. Stroking him with her right hand, she cupped his testicles with her left hand. Sucking as much of his cock as she could, she concentrated on the head of his big prick by twirling her tongue around it as if her tongue was a propeller. Sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, she could feel him getting ready to cum. Needing the camera to get the cum shot, she eased back on his cock and allowed his cum to leak out both sides of her mouth.

As soon as Tyrone deposited a huge mouthful of cum in her mouth, he left. With him not removing his prick from her mouth until she swallowed, she had no choice but to swallow his cum. Without any foreplay other than to feel her big tits and finger her huge nipples, filling her vacant hole, Bradley moved to her and immediately stuck his cock in her mouth too. Not even giving her mouth a minute to rest, with her mouth stretched wide open again, she felt as if she was sitting in a dentist chair and having extensive dental work.

Then, while she was sucking Bradley, Darnell mounted her as soon as Dwayne exploded his lust for her inside of her and climbed off of her. As soon as Darnell ejaculated his load of cum in her pussy, Reggie mounted her for sloppy thirds. Always enamored with Molly and her big tits, Reggie humped her and fucked her as if he was a dying man on death row and Molly was his last death wish. He felt and sucked her big tits while fingering her nipples as if he's never sucked or even seen tits before.

"Untie my ankles Reggie so that I may wrap my legs around your back to better hump you," she said. "Don't worry, I won't run. I'm having just as much fun as you are."

Immediately Reggie climbed off of her to untie her and, true to her word, she wrapped her legs around Reggie and humped him as hard and fucked him as fast as he was humping and fucking her. With Reggie hogging her pussy by incessantly humping her and fucking her hard and fast, as soon as Bradley finished with her mouth, Willie stuck his big dick in her mouth. Taking six for the team, while getting used to having her lips of both her mouth and her pussy stretched, Molly sucked Willie as if she was a ten thousand dollar call girl.

Humping Reggie while sucking Willie, it took six men to finally give her an orgasm. Finally overcoming her fright and then her reluctance, she was sexually aroused fucking and sucking one man after another. As soon as Willie unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed, she ejected his cock with her tongue to scream out her orgasm. She was cumming. She was going to cum.

"Oh, my God! I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming," she said right after Willie exploded his cum in her mouth, all over her face, in her hair, and across her tits.

Quite the cum bath, the camera recorded the whole thing as if this wasn't an adult film but happening now and in real time. Seemingly it was Reggie humping her and the Willie's cum bath that put her over the edge. It took six men to give her an orgasm. 

With Molly quite the sport, albeit the drunken sport, the team signed a game ball and a team jacket and gave those to her. Indeed, at least for that night, she was the most valuable player of the team. Molly Virginia Peterson knew how to sexually take care of the winning team for winning the state basketball championship.

To be continued...

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Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 06



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Part Six: "I like to watch," said Mitch while watching his wife strip naked for Peter and Lars.

With so very many people willing to remove their clothes as strippers and have sex as their job to make a living as prostitutes, how does someone get the ultimate, sexual job to enjoy a career as a porn star? While traveling Europe all-expense paid to shoot on location, living the life of a porn star was not only sexually satisfying but also glamorous. Answering an ad in the local paper in Beaverton, Oregon, just outside of Portland, for a European adult film company and meeting them at a hotel in busy downtown, Liz showed up for an audition with her husband.

As it so happened, Peter, the Producer, and Lars, the director, were looking for the All-American girl. They were searching for the girl next door. They wanted a woman of legal age, someone over 21-years-old but would settle for someone over 18-years-old. What they found was Liz. Even though she was 26-years-old, she looked 19-years-old and even younger when dressed and made up to play a role as a Girl Scout.

The next progression from her living life as a swinger in the swinging lifestyle to playing sexy, starring roles in adult films, few women make the leap from swinger to porn star. Few women have what Liz has, a pretty face and a shapely body. Few women are ready to use their God given gifts to make adult films. As if a chameleon, few women can make themselves appear much younger than they are.

With Liz being quite the busy sexual beaver, Beaverton was the perfect name for a city for someone like Liz to live. With the producer, Peter, and his director, Lars, were looking for the All-American, girl next door, why they chose Beaverton, Oregon instead of New York, New York to look for their porn stars was a mystery to all. Indeed, they had traveled to several different cities and Beaverton was their last stop before returning home with their porn stars in tow.

With her pretty looks, shapely body, and bubbly personality, filling their imagined image and with them having to look no further, Liz was hired as the girl next door on the spot. Not only did she have the look they wanted, young enough not to look of legal age but also she had the eager, willingness to do any sexual thing they wanted her to do. With her having no limits and/nor boundaries when it came to sex, adventurous, spontaneous, amenable, and agreeable, there was nothing sexual that Liz wouldn't willingly do. Even some porn actresses and actors have their limits but Liz didn't. 

Moreover, encouraging her every step of the way, especially when it came to her having cuckold sex with other men while he watched, her husband supported her in her career as a porn actress. There was a more ideal job for Liz than to work as a porn star. Not only did she love to have sex but now she was paid to have sex. Life doesn't get any better than that.

This sexy, shapely, pretty now 26-year-old woman who still looked 19-years-old and was made to even look younger when dressed as a cheerleader, a high school student, a novice Nun, a sexy daughter, a waitress, a maid, a Girl Scout, a coed, and a cowgirl. With her getting better at acting and not as stiff in giving her dialogue, she made 13 porn movies for the adult film entertainment business with one getting better than the other. The more films she made, the better they were, and the better they were, the more people who watched them, and the more people who watched them, the more she was paid for her next film.

She had the innocent look that men who long to recapture their youth want their women to have. Her sexual attraction was to look like the young, virginal, next door neighbor's daughter. Her sexual attraction was to look like a father's or a friend's, young, sexy daughter. Her sexual attraction was for her to look so young that she appeared more sexually forbidden. Her sexual attraction was that she'd do anything sexual while doing anybody and while still looking so very innocent even when having the dirtiest and the nastiest sex.

* * * * *

After filling out a brief questionnaire about what she'd do and wouldn't do on film, she was asked to strip naked. No producer and/nor director would ever hire an adult entertainment actress or actor without seeing what they look like without their clothes. With them needing an actress who looked younger than her age, it was important that they hire someone who didn't have tattoos and/or body piercings. Back in the 70's, it was as uncommon for a woman to have tattoos and multiple piercings in the way that it's customary today.

Being that adult films were more about sex than plot, dialogue, setting, backstory, description, character development, and tension, it was more important that all of their actors and actresses had porn star bodies. Peter and Lars wanted their female actresses to have big tits just as they wanted their male actors to have big cocks. Yet, wanting and needing her to look virginally innocent, especially when filming a rape and/or a sexually reluctance scene, they needed someone who looked the part and Liz was that special someone. Her youthful appearance and effervescence transcended her chronological age. Able to believably act as if she was a teenager, she had the body of the woman. 

Looking so very much younger, to look at her no one would think that she was a 26-years-old woman. To look at her and to guess her age, they'd guess that she was 19-years-old. Then, when she dressed in costume as a high school student of a cheerleader, she looked the sexually forbidden age of 17-years-old. Indeed, looking much like the girl next door, to look at her no one would ever think that she was a swinger turned porn star.

Looking like such a nice girl, no one would ever think that she sucked so many cocks and fucked so very, many men. With her looking so innocent, no one would ever think that she enjoyed having sex with women as much as she enjoyed having sex with men. In the way that she appeared and comported herself, no one would ever suspect that she's had threesomes, foursomes, orgies, gangbangs, circle jerks, and cum baths. For sure, no one would ever suspect that she's had SCAT fetish sex but she has, several times.

Another successful porn star want-to-be, to talk to her on the street, no one would suspect that she was a budding porn star. She looked too young to legally have sex. She was a woman that any future mother would embrace and warmly welcome to her family as her future-daughter-in-law. With her rosy cheeks and big blue eyes, she looked so good and so wholesome. In the way deceptive way she looked and acted, no one would ever know that she's had hundreds of cocks in her hands, in her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass. No one would ever suspect her of uttering the word cock never mind sucking and fucking hundreds of cocks.

A chameleon of a woman, no one would ever believe that she was so very sexually experienced. Even when she was in bed naked and having gangbang sex, she looked like a virgin. She looked like the woman that mothers wanted their sons to meet, to marry, and to give them grandchildren. Yet, at the same time, she looked like the woman that fathers would love her to suck them before and after she fucked them. Able to turn it on or turn it off, she had that sexy look that all men loved to see when with a woman young enough to be their daughter.

* * * * *

Taking her time stripping off her clothes, using her God given assets to showcase the symmetry of her shapely figure, teasing them and sexually enticing them, she gave the producer and director a slow, sexy striptease show of her curvaceous body. As if he was her personal audience and cheering section, and he was, she looked over at her husband and smiled. Looking from her to look at Peter and Lars, Mitch watch Liz undressing as if he was seeing her undress for the very first time. With her knowing that he liked watching her tease and seduce other men while stripping off her clothes, she knew that he liked to watch. Eager to have sex with the two men, she couldn't wait to give her husband more to see.

She unbuttoned one slow button of her blouse at a time and looked to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before looking up at the three men and before unbuttoning the next unbuttoned button. Sexually teasing them, the sexy sight of the top of Liz's bra and her long line of cleavage was such an erotic sight to see and, obviously, a sight that Mitch never tired of seeing. Not only did she had big, heavy breasts but also she had shapely breasts. If any small breasted woman wanted perfect tits for a plastic surgeon to replicate, they'd wanted breasts that looked like Liz's breasts.

Taking her slow, sweet time about undressing herself, once her blouse was all unbuttoned, she slowly unzipped her short skirt while wiggling her tight, round ass as her skirt slid down her shapely legs to her feet. Exposing her light, blue, bikini panties to them, she stepped out of her skirt before removing her arms from her blouse. Now dressed in only her panty and bra, not shy, embarrassed, or modest, she stood before them as if she was fully clothed. Yet, even though it wasn't required, with her wanting to show them all she could do, while giving her husband a treat, she was intent on having sex with not only the producer but also with the director too while Mitch watched. With neither of them making the first sexual move, she took it upon herself to make the first sexual overture.

"Would you like me to do you both to show you what I can do sexually? I don't mind," she said giving them a sexy smile. 

She made solid eye contact first with the producer and then with the director without even looking at or checking with her husband for his permission. Always a green light, she didn't need permission from her husband to suck and fuck another man. As long as he was in the room watching, especially when he was in the room watching, she was free to do any sexual thing she wanted.

"We, um, just need to see what you look like naked Liz," said Peter, the Producer, while remaining the consummate professional that he is but showing some unexpected, uncomfortable nervousness.

Looking so very young and seemingly acting so very inexperienced but giving them a sexy look that betrayed her innocence, she solicited them for sex as if asking them if they wanted to buy Girl Scout cookies from a Girl Scout. She solicited them for sex in the way that she'd be playing a novice nun and asking them to make a donation to the Catholic charities. Perplexed by the mystery and the mystic of her, a paradox who was as confusing and confounding as any conundrum, she was an enigma.

A sweet onion that needed to be peeled and unraveled, all the sexual fun was in seeing what made her tick while watching her undress in front of Peter and Lars while Mitch watched. Notwithstanding the sensual mystery of her, someone with the appearance of a teenage, obviously for them to be so interested in her, they knew that the girl next door look would play well on camera. A woman that men would love her to suck and fuck them, and with her able to command the attention of the camera and her audience, she looked like someone's young and forbidden daughter.

Someone who looks so young, is what men want and need to have in their sexual fantasies of having sex with her or with any other women they know from their neighborhoods. Someone who will do any sexual thing, at any time, is the woman that all men want. Someone with her surprising level of sexual experience has all the makings of a top porn star. Someone who looks this good, acts so well, and has no aversion to any sexual act, can make Peter and Lars a lot of money.

"Making your toes curl and your mustaches smolder, I can give you the best blowjobs of your lives," she said to the two men with a dirty laugh.

Even when delivering that line, she still looked like the virginal girl next door. She moved her hand to her mouth and moving her hand back and forth while pushing out her cheek again and again with her tongue made it appear that she was really giving someone, Peter and/or Lars, a blowjob. Mesmerized while watching her fake a blowjob, as if watching a live sex act on stage, the two men watched her with their undivided, focused attention while Mitch watched them for their reactions. With one eye on his wife and one eye on Peter and Lars, obviously Mitch was enjoying Liz's striptease show as much as the producer and director were.

With the indentation of her pussy slit and her obvious camel toe showing through her thin, sheer panty, as if she was sitting in the stands watching a baseball game, she sat in front of the producer's desk with her legs spread. Only, even with her sitting there in her underwear and with her legs spread, instead of looking slutty, somehow she looked innocent. Somehow, even though she looked so sexy, especially since she looked so sexy, she looked like a woman that men would want to take care of and protect. Uniquely relevant, especially for the adult film industry, with one look combating the other for the identification of who she really was, she had the knack of looking so coyly sexy and so virginally innocent at the same time.

She wasn't shy of showing her body or ashamed of her sexuality. Yet, sitting in a chair in the office of a producer of adult films with his director there with him, seemingly a kitten in a lion's den, she's the type of woman who'd drive men wild. She's the type of woman who'd make any man insanely and possessively jealous. Wrapping any man around her finger with her God given gifts and unparalleled sexuality, she's the type of woman who'd make any man do anything she wanted him to do. She's the type of woman who'd make a man commit a crime and even resort to murder to cover her tracks and/or to save her beautiful, soft skin and round ass from going to jail.

Emanating from the mouth of someone who looks so forbiddingly and illegally young, even though she was twenty-six-years-old, the surprise of her saying something so sexually explicit was shocking. Looking like the poster girl of the Vermont Maid maple syrup spokeswoman, she looked like butter would just melt in her mouth. Reminiscent of Shirley Temple playing Heidi but with tits, with her acting so coyly innocent and with only her true chronical age betraying her, she was a little girl trapped in a woman's body.

The best of both worlds, innocence peppered with sexual passion, any man who had sex with her would fulfill his every sexual fantasy. In the way that her husband would never leave his wife for any other woman, any man who had sex with her would be glad that he had. A memory that he'd remember the rest of his life, he could brag to all of his friends that he had sex with Liz. He could tell everyone he knows and all of those he'd later meet that had sex with a porn star.

Obviously, for them to be so enamored with her, both the producer and the director saw her intrinsic value. With them knowing the pulse of their audience, their audience would just eat her up and continue to come back for more. Looking as if she's never given a hand job never mind a blowjob, she looked so young, so sweet, and so innocent that no one would ever suspect her of propositioning two men by asking them if they wanted her to suck them and fuck them. No one would believe she was sitting in the office of the producer of adult films while applying to be a porn star.

A juxtaposition of meaning and a paradox, to look at her, she looked so nice, albeit so sexy. As if to look at her was infectious, she had an undercurrent of sexuality that was contagious. As if she was a witch who cast spells on men, she had a way of giving men a fever of lustful desire. As if she was a modern day Medusa but beautiful instead of ugly, she had a way of turning men speechless, to babbling idiots, and to stone with their inability to act upon their desire to seduce her.

There was just something about her that made men want her. Any man who saw her wanted to stick their cocks in her. Any man who saw her wanted to hold her and kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere. She was the type of woman that men wanted to own and control but no one could own her and certainly no one could control her. Seemingly a one man type of woman, when she wasn't having sex with a multitude of men, the only man she allowed to use her body whenever he wanted was her husband.

"Sex won't be necessary to get the job," said the director looking nervously from his producer before responding.

Obviously, Lars was as sexually enamored with her as was Peter. With just his nervous look, having seen the look hundreds of times before, Liz knew that he wanted her to suck his cock. She knew he wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow while he fondled her big tits and fingered her huge nipples. With her having had sex with so many men, neither one of them were hard to read.

Even under the possibility of jeopardizing their potential business relationship with her, both men wanted to bed her. Even at the risk of ruining one of their movies with favoritism getting in the way of their better judgment when directing her, she knew that both men wanted to have sex with her. Unable to control themselves, Liz had cast a spell over them in the way she'd be casting a spell on her audience. With Peter and Lars willing to throw all caution to the wind, she could tell that both these men would do anything to have sex with her.

Surely not the best looking woman in the world or a woman with the best body but there was something about her that drove men wild. She was certainly pretty enough and had a much better body than most but there was just something about her that attracted men to her in the way of a moth to a light. In the way that Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, and/or Scarlet Johansson could control any man with just a look or a smile, Liz had that same effect on men. Any man who saw Liz wanted to make love to her. With their reluctant willingness tucked in her bra as if a secret, sexual note to herself, not taking no for an answer, Liz persevered in seducing Peter and Lars.

"If I fucked you..." she with a purposeful pause while curling her light brown hair with her finger and while sexily and seductively looking from one man to the other. Even when she said fuck, as if honey dripped from her lips, she had that look of innocence. "You'd divorce your wife and disown your children to marry me," she said and no doubt they would. Looking so shyly innocent, she demurely put her index finger to her lips to suck on her finger. "Only, I'm already married," she said with a sexy laugh while sexily looking at her husband.

As if instantly jealous, both men looked from her to look at her husband. Mitch gave them a self-satisfied smile. Obviously, he was one lucky bastard to have a woman like her in his life and in his bed. Obviously, he was one lucky bastard to be able to sexually share such a woman with other men while he watched.

In the scheme of things, how many wives would willingly have sex with other men while their husbands watched? How many married women would have sex, albeit swinging and swapping sex, while their husbands did the same with other women? She looked from her husband to look at the producer and then to the director again before focusing back at the producer.

"Although there's plenty of room for many men in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass, there's only room for one man in my heart and in my life and that man is Mitch," she said turning to look at her husband to smile lovingly at him. "He's the love of my life and the reason why I'm his wife."

She blew Mitch a kiss before giving Peter and Lars sexy looks. With just a look and without Liz having to say another word, with her giving them the green light and with Mitch going along with whatever she wanted to do sexually, they both knew her meaning. Moreover and obviously, Liz didn't need Mitch's permission to have sex with Peter and/or with Lars. Double penetration, Liz would like nothing more than to blow Peter while fucking Lars and then blowing Lars while fucking Peter. Ideally, it would be even more fun if Mitch joined in too but, the first time having sex with the two men, she'd rather have sex alone with Peter and with Lars while Mitch watched. Imagine the pillow talk Liz must have had with her husband later that night.




Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 06



They were here from Amsterdam while scouting for talent in the United States and were ready to have prospective porn stars sign exclusive contracts before flying those actors and actresses they chose home with them to Holland, the Netherlands, with all expenses paid. The new star of their adult films, Liz singlehandedly made their trip worthwhile. The year was 1978, a time before 9/11 and TSA, and flying from one country to another country was much easier then. Along with their desire to go abroad and abandon their lives in America for a few years, all Liz and Mitch needed were an up-to-date passports.

* * * * *

Seemingly not knowing what to say, obviously never having met anyone like Liz before, Peter looked to Lars and Lars looked at Peter. For men who made porn movies, they looked embarrassed and seemed sexually uncomfortable as much as they appeared sexually aroused but, nothing new for Liz, she had that effect on men. Obviously, a time when men had the upper hand over women, these men were accustomed of being in control of women. Only, Liz was in control of them now.

Accustomed to men stuttering and falling all over themselves when first meeting her, especially when discovering that she'd willingly have sex with them, a woman as beautiful, as sexy, and as sensual as she was cast a spell on every man. Only, as if she was a wild Mustang, except for her main cowboy, Mitch, no man could put a bridle in her mouth, a saddle on her back, and a brand on her ass unless she wanted to play house while Mitch watched. With her not taking no for an answer, Peter and Lars would soon be having wild sex with their new porn star.

"Thank you no," said Peter in decent English while blushing.

Again, as if asking his permission as a sexual accomplice, he looked from Liz to look to Lars.

"Sex won't be necessary," said Lars with a heavy accent and with more reluctance than Peter showed.

Liz looked at him and gave him that million dollar smile while lighting him up with her big, blue eyes.

"I insist. C'mon, it will be fun," she said standing from her chair. "Please allow me to suck you and fuck you to show you what I can do not only with my mouth but also with my pussy too. I have some special, sexual talents that you may find of interest, and perhaps even inspiring you to make a special movie as me as your porn star."

She looked to her husband and smiled. Mitch gave her, the producer, and the director a thumbs up and a big smile with an encouraging nod.

"I don't mind you having your wicked, sexual way with my wife," said Mitch with a smile. "Matter of fact, I want you to have sex with my wife. I like to watch," he said with a shrug. "It's always the most fun to watch my wife put on a sexual show when she's having sex with someone for the first time. I assure you, neither of you will be disappointed," he said with a little laugh.

With Mitch a bi-sexual, truth be known, he liked more than just watching. In the way that Liz enjoyed having sex with women as much as she enjoyed having sex with men, her husband liked having sex with men as much as he enjoyed having sex with women. If he was anything like Liz and he was, he'd much rather have sex than to just watch her having sex. Only, in the way they ogled Liz's nearly naked body, both the producer and director appeared interested in only women and not men. Besides, in the way that Peter and Lars ogled Liz's nearly naked body and with Mitch having front row seats, no doubt, Mitch knew that watching his wife having sex with them was a live sex show that he didn't want to miss.

* * * * *

Dressed in only her panty and bra, Liz turned one way and then the other before turning the other way and before turning completely around. Then, spreading her legs, she bent at the waist while running a slow, deliberate hand between her legs and along her panty clad pussy. If there was a pole in the room, she would have climbed it after dancing around it.

As if she was a stripper on stage, sexually teasing them, she showed them how she looked in her bra and panty while allowing their imagination to wonder what she looked like naked. In addition to her very pretty face, whether fully clothe, nearly naked, or naked, she had a phenomenal body and she looked good in any stage of dress or undress. Moreover, her claim to fame, even while dancing around in her underwear, she looked like someone's much younger sister or illegal and forbidden daughter.

With the producer sitting behind his desk, with one eye on his director and his other eye on Liz, Peter eyed the reaction of the director who seemed mesmerized by Liz's impromptu, striptease show, while Mitch eyed both of the men. Men who've seen thousands of beautiful women naked, were seemingly taken by Liz strutting around in her underwear. Unless they have the body of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model and look like Heidi Klum, Tyra Banks, Gisele Bundchen, or Christie Brinkley of old, women always look better when in their bra and panty rather than naked. Yet, with there always an exception to every rule, whether fully dressed, dressed in her underwear, or naked, Liz looked hot.

As if there was strippers' music and a silent drumroll going off in her head, with her back facing them, Liz reached behind her to unhook her bra. Then, holding her bra in place with both hands, giving Mitch as much of a show as she was giving the two men, with her husband watching her every move, she turned to face the three men. Slowly removing her bra straps from her shoulders while holding her bra cups in place, she removed one bra cup before removing the other bra cup to show them her symmetrical, naked breasts. 

With her always having big, shapely breasts, a C cup since puberty, her breasts had swollen to a D cup after putting on a few pounds but gaining weight in all the right places. Indeed, with her coming into her own sexually by participating as a couple in the swinging lifestyle, married life has been good for her. Now a new frontier, making adult movies promised to be even more fun sexually than swinging.

Liz moved from standing in front of their desk to sitting on the infamous, leather casting couch. With the cool leather sticking to her skin, she made herself comfortable on the sofa. As if she was now conducting the interview, she gave Peter and Lars a sexy look and patted the seat for the two men to join her. Peter walked to her and before he could even sit beside her, she reached out her right hand and slowly unzipped him while sexily looking up at him.

"Zipppp!"

With the three men staring at Liz's hand, no one made a sound and seemingly everyone held their breath. Even a straight and homophobic man will stare at a woman taking another man's cock in her hand before taking his stiff prick in her mouth and in her pussy. Even a straight man and homophobic man will participate in gangbang sex, especially when the one being gangbanged looks like Liz. Then, with deft, experienced fingers, she reached her hand inside Peter's pants and pushing his underwear aside with her manicured fingers, she pulled out his cock.

While fingering the head of his prick before stroking him to an immediate erection with her experienced hand, she looked up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. With her right hand filled with Peter's stiff prick, showing her ambidexterity, she did the same to Lars. With both men now standing in front of her while Mitch watched the show from the unobstructed side, unzipping him, she reached her left hand inside of Lar's pants and, pushing his underwear aside with her fingers, she pulled out his cock. Now holding an erect cock in each hand, she sexily stared up at the two men.

"You both have a nice, thick pricks," she said staring down at their pricks before staring up at them while fingering the head of their cocks with her long, slender fingers.

Looking from one cock to the other cock, she stared at both men's dicks while watching them grow bigger and stiffer in her horny hands. Looking from one cock to the other, she looked over at her husband. She held their cocks up in her hands and lifted them as if to show her Mitch their stiff pricks. As if giving her the go ahead, Mitch nodded his head of approval.

Then, while staring up at them with her big, blue eyes, first she leaned forward to take Peter in her mouth and then ejecting his cock with her skilled tongue, she took Lars' thick prick in her mouth. Then, as she did with Peter's cock, she did with Lar's cock. She looked over at Mitch with a mouthful of cock in her mouth and smiled sexily and seductively. Stroking each man while sucking each man, she gave each man a turn with her experienced mouth.

Stroking Peter while sucking Lars and while still staring up at the both of them, she took turns sucking one before sucking the other. Men she just met and men she didn't even know, after giving them brief hand jobs, Liz gave them each deep throat blowjobs. Not shy sexually, now reaching the big leagues, Liz was blowing the producer of a porn production company and the director of porn films. Perhaps something they may have experienced hundreds of times before with hundreds of other porn stars, they both seemed star struck with Liz's cock sucking skills.

Not wanting either of them to cum in her mouth just yet, she helped them undress. With her favorite sexual thing to do is to have sex with two men, she loved double penetration, sucking one man while fucking the other. Moving in position, she put her ass in the air for Lars to move behind her and take her doggie style. She sucked Peter while Lars fucked her pussy from behind. Then, when she felt that Peter was about to cum in her mouth, she switched off and sucked Lars while Peter fucked her pussy from behind.

This time, when she felt Lars was ready to cum, she sucked him harder and stroked him faster and allowed him to cum in her mouth. He put a gentle hand to the back of her pretty head and in a warm, oozy gush, he exploded a large load of cum in her mouth that splashed against the back of her throat. Not missing a beat and/or wasting any time, she turned to Peter and sucked his cock as if she was a ten thousand dollar call girl. It only took Peter a minute or two to explode his cum in her mouth. A good thing they were filming this, perhaps later they could use the footage somewhere in one of their films. Should they need it, Liz's audition would make for a good movie, The Audition of the Porn Star.

"You're hired," said Peter giving her a big, toothy smile while getting dressed.

With her purposely dressed to make her look younger, Peter looked at her as if he was a virginal girl having sex for the very first time. Actually, with Liz the best at what she does, a man hasn't had sex until they've had sex with Liz.

"Thank you," said Liz licking cum from her lips with her tongue.

Sexually satisfied and temporarily sexually sated, she looked at both men and smiled warmly.

"I'm going to make you a star," said Lars with enthusiasm that he hasn't shown before now.

Lars looked at Liz as if he was hypnotized, mesmerized, while still in the state of sexual afterglow.

"I can't wait," said Liz.

To be continued...

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Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 07



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Part Seven: P. S. I love you Daddy...Mom, sister, and brothers.

Willing to even degrade herself for the sake of fame and fortune in the making of her adult films, Liz didn't say no to any movie her producer and director wanted her to make. Where most actresses turned down making a SCAT movie, she eagerly made the SCAT movie, aptly called, Felicia's Feces Fetish Fascination. Submerged up to her neck in a barrelful of shit, she was seemingly forced to stand in the bathtub while a group of men peed and ejaculated cum all over her shit covered, naked body.

What was distasteful to most, an understatement, is sexually arousing, another understatement, to a select few. As long as those select few put out the money to pay to see the movies, to buy the movies, and to invest in their adult film productions, the producer and director made whatever movies their audiences dictated them to make. With their films not earning big, box office money, their films were cheap enough to make to always earn a profit enough to pay for those in front of the camera and those behind the camera, while funding their next movie.

Maybe in making Liz's first adult movie, a SCAT movie, Peter, her producer, and Lars, her director, were pushing her limits. Maybe they were pushing her buttons a little bit. Maybe they just wanted to see how far Liz would go before she said no. Yet her first porn movie was the worst and most difficult porn movie for her to make. Making the movie wouldn't have been as bad had she made the SCAT scene in the first take, but the director had her redo the SCAT scene a dozen times before he was satisfied. Perhaps had he been the one standing in a barrelful of excrement, he would have made the scene in one take.

"Cut! Let's do it again. Cut! Let's try this one more time. Cut! That's a wrap!"

Indeed, it was as if Peter and Lars were testing Liz to see how far she'd go. As if this humiliating movie was her initiation ritual, and as if they were hazing her, other actors who weren't in the scene watched her make the first shot before leaving the set. The smell was horrific. If not into SCAT, the scene was horrifying. Who would find her covered in shit sexual?

I can only imagine a wife using a bathroom accident as something sexual.

"Honey? Oops. Sorry but I shit myself again," said the wife to her husband.

"There's nothing to be sorry over a little shit," said her husband.

"But Honey, my shit is everywhere," said his wife.

"Stop it. You're making me horny," said the husband.

"How horny would you be if I smeared my shit all over my body and stood in the bathtub for you to cum and pee all over me," said the wife to her husband.

"Oh, baby. I love you," said her husband masturbating himself over his wife's shit covered body.

"Cut! That's a wrap! That's lunch. I'll see everyone back here in an hour," said the director.

The SCAT scenes wouldn't have been as bad had they made it with liquid chocolate or brown watercolor paint. Instead, being that a barrelful of shit was much cheaper than a barrelful of liquid chocolate or brown watercolor paint, they made the scene with real shit. After that movie, her first porn movie, mild in comparison to all of the other adult films she made, she made twelve more porn movies that were nothing like the first one, thank God.

* * * * *

She made a movie called, Black Man's Bluff, where two, very large, black men barge in a pool hall and forced the owner's virginal daughter to have sex not only with them but also with her father when he couldn't pay his gambling debt. Then, she made Full Court Press, Take Six for the Team where she portrayed the head cheerleader and was gangbanged by six of her black teammates. Her next adult film was about Liz portraying a Jewish woman taken prisoner by the Germans during World War II. Bound and blindfolded, she was brutalized by four, drunken, Nazi officers. 

"Grab her," said the German Major to his captain and Lieutenant. "Strip her."

Obeying orders, the two Nazi officers grabbed Edna and tore off her dress. Then, pulling her bra over her head and off without even taking the time to unhook it, they pulled down her panties. Shivering with fear, with her big tits, bushy black pussy, and naked ass exposed to the three men, Edna was naked.

In that movie called, The Gestapo Interrogates a Jewish Woman, Liz is captured by four Nazi officers before being turned over to the Gestapo as a spy. She's sexually ravaged by the Nazis. Thinking that she was safe, once freed from being a Nazi prisoner of war, the Gestapo treated her even worse.

Yet, because of her good looks, shapely body, and sexual experience, keeping her around to sexually entertain their guests, at least she avoided the gas chambers. Giving her pretty clothes to wear and plenty of food to eat, the Gestapo officers gave her all the wine she could drink. She needed to be drunk with some of the fat German officers who used her body and did nasty, sexual things to her that they'd never do to their wives or even mistresses.

Reminiscent of her real life, she was able to draw from her sexual experiences when she was forced to have sex with her father so very long ago. In making Black Man's Bluff, she had sex with the pool hall owner as if she was having sex with her biological father all over again. An 18-year-old virgin on her prom night, when she came home early in the morning disheveled and looking like she had sex, even though she hadn't had sexual intercourse with her prom date, her father was enraged and deranged enough with her that he raped her. More than just raping her, he sexually assaulted her and physically abused her.

* * * * *

"Do you know what time it is?"

Her father Richard looked at her with anger mixed with hate and incestuous, sexual lust.

"It's after midnight. I'm sorry," she said. We were talking," she said.

With a guilty conscience that she was doing naughty, sexual things, Liz looked at her father with a face full of guilt and fear. With him always able to tell if she was lying, she could never get away with lying to him.

"Talking? Talking? It's two am," he said tapping his Timex with his index fingernail. "And I have work in the morning. What were you talking about?" He said sarcastically. "What were you really doing all of these hours? And don't lie to me by telling me that you were just talking."

Thinking about all that she was doing after her prom, kissing, touching, feeling groping, stroking, sucking, and licking, she stated the obvious while knowing her father wouldn't believe her anyway.

"We were just talking. That's all," she said.

As if he could read her mind, he looked at her knowing that she was lying.

"Talking my ass," he said. "You weren't talking," he said in an accusatory tone. He looked at her as if he was undressing her. "You were having sex." 

Unable to hide her shame and her embarrassment, her only defense was to deny and to lie.

"Daddy. We didn't have sex," she protested. "I'm still a virgin. I'm saving myself for that one special one."

As if she was having a sexual fantasy while standing there talking to her father, it wouldn't surprise her if he grabbed her, pulled up her dress, pulled down her panty, and fucked her with his finger to see if she was lying about still being a virgin. Instead of being revolted by the thought of her father finger fucking her, she was suddenly sexually excited. A way for her to prove that she's not lying and that she's still a virgin, her father would never cross the incestuous line by attacking her in such a violent way. Her father may be a lot of things but he's not a bad man. He works hard to support his family.

Yet, seemingly, even back then, her justification for lying to her father that she didn't have sex, women didn't consider giving a man a hand job before giving a man a blowjob as sex. Even back then, in the 70's, women weren't really having sex unless they were having sexual intercourse and/or anal sex. Deemed more physical than sexual, her date feeling her tits and sucking her nipples while she stroked his cock was hardly deemed as having sex. Just because her date unloaded a bucket full of cum in her mouth and she swallowed doesn't mean that she's still not a virgin.

"Didn't have sex? Don't you lie to me. You smell like sex," said her father sniffing her before slapping her hard across her face. "Tell me the truth."

Catching her by surprise with his sexually explosive forcefulness, he grabbed a handful of the front of her dress and pulled it forward to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes. Instead of looking at him with shocked surprise, instead of pulling away from his grasp, and instead of being embarrassed that he was seeing her naked breasts, she was sexually aroused. They both stared down at the front of her dress. Liz looked down to see what her father could see of her naked breasts and her father looked down to see what he could see of her naked tits. Just as she was showing a lot, he was seeing a lot. Only, instead of being upset, angry, afraid, and/or embarrassed, she was suddenly sexually excited.

Then, in one quick, hard pull, he tore open the front of her prom gown. Proud of her big breasts, she stood there defiantly with her bra exposed to her father. Not satisfied that he was seeing his daughter's bra clad breasts, with a quick lift of his index finger, he lifted her bra up and over her breasts to reveal her big, naked tits. Her father stared at her tits with the same level of sexual excitement that she showed being so exposed to her father.

Enraged before, the sight of her naked breasts temporarily stopped him from continuing to strip her naked. As if he had never seen tits before, he stared at his daughters, shapely, C cup breasts. Then, without even unzipping the back of her dress, he reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress with two hands, and pulled her prom dress up and over her head. With her dress covering her face, Liz struggled to free herself from her dress while her father felt her exposed breasts and fingered her big nipples. Then, in one hard, quick yank, he pulled her dress, along with her bra, completely off. He had stripped his daughter naked but for her panties.

Seemingly more sexually excited than she was embarrassed, Liz stood before her father topless and only in her sheer panties. Any other woman would have been embarrassed that she was standing in front of her father topless. Any other woman would have been sick to her stomach that her father was staring at her tits in a sexual way. Any other woman would have covered her naked breasts with her hands and with her forearms. Only, after being slapped across her face and nearly stripped naked, Liz was too sexually excited to be embarrassed.

Her nipples were erect and her pussy was moist with the sexuality of the situation. Being so forcibly manhandled pushed all of her sexual buttons. Being that it was her father slapping her before stripping her nearly naked made her wetter now than she was when making out with her prom date. Even after her prom date fingered her pussy before eating her pussy, she wasn't as wet as she was now. As if her father had pushed her sexual arousal button by slapping her before stripping off her clothes, she was ready and willing to have sex with her Dad. 

Surprising even herself, never thinking of her father as a sexual being before, how could she even ponder the thought of having sex with her father now? Why would she have sex with her father? It's one thing for a father to want to have sex with his daughter but it was quite another thing for a daughter to not only have sex with her father but also want to have sex with her father. Crossing the line in a giant leap, they were already way over what was sexually appropriate between a father and his daughter.

A father would never strip his daughter nearly naked. A father would never stare at his daughter's topless body. With her dress over her head and her arms stuck helplessly in the air, a father would never take advantage by feeling his daughter's breasts while fingering her nipples. Yet, he did.

He touched her breasts. He felt her breasts. He fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples. The more he touched and felt her the more sexually excited she became.

With her not making any move to conceal her breasts from her father's laser like stare, unembarrassed, unashamed, and immorally, immodest, she defiantly stood before her father with her arms by her sides. Yet, with her not wanting to make herself look any more like a whore, she was just waiting for him to make the first move. She was waiting for him to touch her, feel her, fondle her, grope her again in the way he just did when he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples when her dress was over her head.

For sure, something she thought she'd never do, she'd be in more trouble if she misread her father's intensions as sexual and solicited her own father for sex. Then, if she made the first sexual move and was wrong in her assessment that he sexually wanted her as much as she now sexually wanted him, all of the blame, guilt, and remorse would be on her. Biding her time to make her sexual move, as if standing there topless wasn't enough, this was uncharted ground and forbidden territory.

Something so taboo, this was forbidden. This was inappropriate, incestuous, sexual behavior. Yet, now that she was stripped topless, she was just as sexually excited as obviously was her father. As if she was Eve tempting Adam in the Garden of Eden by standing there topless, perhaps she was pushing her luck in sexually and defiantly teasing her father. For sure, in the way that this was sexually progressing as her father's lover, she wouldn't be a virgin for long. 

* * * * *

"I sucked his cock Daddy and he ate my pussy but we didn't have sexual intercourse," she said baiting the bull by telling her father what he obviously wanted to hear. 

He seemed nervously uncomfortable with the knowledge that his daughter sucked the prick of her prom date and that her prom date ate her pussy. Even if they didn't have sexual intercourse, in his book, they had sex. In his book, even though she's still technically a virgin, having a cock buried in her mouth and a finger and tongue impaling her pussy, his daughter was no longer innocent.

"You sucked his cock? You blew him?"

Seemingly he had to repeat his question twice in two different ways for him to comprehend that his daughter is a cocksucker. Now more confident in her sexual assessment of her father that he wants to have sex with her, she gave him a sexy grin.

"Yes, Daddy, I sucked his prick," she said proud that she had her prom date's dick in her mouth. "I'm still a virgin. We didn't have sexual intercourse," she said lifting her chin high with some semblance of pride.

Looking as if he was going to slap her again, her father looked at her with rage.

"Still a virgin? Technically you may be a virgin but you're no longer innocent," he said looking at his daughter with disgrace. He looked at his daughter as if he was ready to push her out of his house in just her panties. "If you are anything, what you are is a slut and a whore," said her father.

Only, as soon as he called his daughter a slut and a whore, seemingly sexually excited by his descriptive words, his rage softened. His attitude morphed more as sexual excitement than as anger. Continuing to stare at his daughter's exposed breasts, she made no attempt to cover her nakedness from her father's focused stare.

"No matter if you call me a slut, a whore, or no longer think that I'm innocent, the truth of the matter is that, I blew him," she said looking her father in the eye while shrugging her naked shoulder. "So what? It was just a blowjob."

He looked at her as if he was jealous that she blew her prom date instead of him. He stared at her pretty face before concentrating his focus on her naked breasts. Then, as if they were having sexy, pillow talk, he asked his daughter sexual questions that a father should never ask his daughter and a daughter should never answer her father.

"Tell me and don't lie to me. Did you have an orgasm when he was fingering you and eating you?"

As if adjusting his cock, her father touched the head of his engorged prick through his pants and Liz stared down at her father's fingers touching himself where she'd like to touch him.

"Yes," she said swooning at the thought of her date eating her pussy and now swooning at the thought of giving her father a hand job, maybe even a blowjob.

Pussy for cock, allowing him to take her virginity, she'd let him fuck her if he wanted. Seemingly mesmerized by his daughter's cunt, he stared down at the bulging mound her pussy made in her panty. Clearly, he could see enough through her sheer panty that he could see her camel toe and her pussy slit. Looking as if he wanted to tear off her panties, push her to the floor, and fall between her legs, her father looked as if he wanted to finger his daughter before licking his daughter. Her father looked as if he suddenly wanted to fuck her.

"I can't believe you sucked your prom date's cock." As if she was his cheating wife instead of his virginal daughter and as if he was her outraged husband instead of her loving father, her Dad looked at her with possessiveness and jealousy. "I can't believe you blew him."

Dissipating as quickly as it came, suddenly, with him continuingly staring at her naked breasts, his rage and possessiveness were replaced by sexual excitement.

"Believe it," she said taking in a big breath of air and puffing out her naked chest to make her breasts appear even bigger and more temptingly appealing to the horny, incest filled eyes of her father. 

Liz was proud that she had bigger tits than her mother. Her breasts were just as big as her sister's big breasts. Now in the way that her father was staring at her naked tits, she wondered if her father has seen her sister's naked tits.

"Oh, my God," he said unable to hide his incestuous, sexual excitement for his daughter. "You're such a whore."

Liz knew she had her father right where she wanted him. Without even sexually touching him with her hand and/or her mouth, she was sexually controlling him with her words. Continuing the teasing, sexual torture of her Dad, she laid it on even thicker.

"While he felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I sucked his cock, Daddy," she said.

Looking down at her naked breasts, she reached up her hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Seemingly wishing her hands was his hands, as if she was a stripper performing a live sex act on stage, her father watched her touching her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. 

"With you having quite the rack, he must have loved feeling your big tits," said her father still staring at her tits as if he was a pervert instead of her father. "You have beautiful beasts," he said using his compliment as his reason to continue staring at his daughter's tits.

As if offering her breasts to her father, she lifted the both of them in her hands. Then, she pulled her nipples, while turning and twisting her nipples.

"He loved my big tits, Daddy," she said lifting one breast to her mouth to suck her own nipple before lifting her other breast to her mouth to suck that nipple too. "While he felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I stroked his cock before sucking his prick."

Totally, sexually aroused by his daughter not only fingering her nipples but also sucking her own nipples, he looked at her at her as if he was looking at a whore he met in a bar or a prostitute he saw on the street.

"Tell me the truth and be honest. Don't lie to me," he said staring at his daughter's mouth as if he wanted to stick his cock between her lips. Obviously sexually excited, her father shivered with the sexual anticipation of her answer. "Did he cum in your mouth?"




Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 07



Obviously, he'd love for his daughter to blow him. Obviously, he'd love to cum in his daughter's mouth. Obviously, with him getting sexually and seemingly overly excited by the explicit sexual conversation that he was having with his daughter, her father wiped a hand across his face as if he was a man dying of thirst.

"Yes, he ejaculated his cum in my mouth," said Liz as if she was reliving the memory of licking her prom date's semen from her lips.

When her father mindlessly fingered his hardening prick through his pants, she looked down at the bulge that showed in her father's trousers. As if she was a snake charmer, without even touching him, fondling him, stroking him, and/or sucking him, she watched her father's cock grow bigger and harder.

"Tell me and don't lie," he said with quivering voice. "Did you swallow his cum?"

He stared at her eyes as if to see if she was telling him the truth or playing him before he stared at her exposed, big, naked tits again.

"Yes," she said. "I sucked him, Daddy. I allowed him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed him too. He ejaculated a huge load of cum in my mouth and I swallowed him," she said pausing while watching her father touching himself through his pants again.

"Oh, my God," said her father under his breath.

"Even though this was my first blowjob, I finally found something that I love to do Daddy," she said not even believing that she was so brazenly confessing to her father that she loved sucking cock. "I finally found something that I'm good at doing, Daddy," she said goading him, daring him, and sexually teasing her father to ask her to suck his cock too.

* * * * *

While staring at his daughter to obviously watch her reaction to seeing the impression of his stiff prick through his pants, her father unzipped himself and pulled out his cock. In the way that she was standing there exposed to her father, he exposed himself to his daughter. In the way he had been staring at her exposed tits, she stared down at her father's exposed prick before looking up at him. She stared at his big prick as if she was hypnotized by the sight of her Dad's cock.

She watched him mesmerized while he stroked himself before answering him. Brazenly without embarrassment or shame, like father like daughter, with the both of them immodestly immoral and incestuously deranged, her father stroked himself to an erection while his daughter watched. Fascinated by the sight of her father's big cock, she watched his prick grow bigger and stiffer. If he asked her to, she'd suck her father in the way she sucked her prom date. If he put a hand to the back of her pretty head, she'd not only allow him to cum in her mouth but also, she'd swallow.

"Are you telling me that sucking cock is what you love to do? Are you telling me that sucking cock is something that you're good at doing?"

Seemingly, again, he had to rephrase his question and ask the same question twice for him to comprehend that his daughter not only loved sucking cock but also was good at sucking cock. Mesmerized by his stiff prick in the way that he was mesmerized by her big tits, Liz watched her father stroking himself to an even harder erection. He stared at her full lips in the way that she was staring at his stiff prick.

"Yes Daddy. I'm a good cocksucker. I love the feeling of a hard prick in my mouth. I love the taste of a man's cum. I love feeling the power and the control that I have over a man when stroking him and sucking him," she said making eye contact with her father before staring at his prick. "I love giving blowjobs, Daddy."

She looked at her father as if he was a man who picked her up in a bar and her father looked at her as if she was a prostitute he paid to suck his prick.

"Oh, my God," said her father stroking himself faster.

While putting a finger to her lips and sucking it before speaking, she gave him a sexy smile.

"I love looking up at a man when he has his hard, hairy prick in my mouth and when he's feeling my tits and fingering my nipples," she said obviously hinting at her father to do the same.

While staring at her father's exposed prick, she ran a slow tongue over her lips as if he was licking an ice cold Popsicle and she was so terribly hot. While staring at her fathers exposed prick, she felt her tits and fingered her nipples.

"Show me," he said offering his cock to her by raising it and holding it up in his hand. "Show me what you did to your prom date," he said stroking himself to a harder erection. "Show Daddy how you stroked him before you sucked him. Show me how you stared up at him with your big, beautiful, blue eyes while he felt your big tits and fingered your huge nipples. Show me how you allowed him to cum in your mouth. Show me how you swallowed his cum. Prove to me that you're a good cocksucker."

He put a heavy hand to her shoulder and forced her down to her knees. Immediately Liz dropped to her knees in front of her father and replaced his hand with her hand. She slowly stroked his cock before stroking him harder and stroking him faster. Then, she did the forbidden. She did what no daughter should do to her father and what no father should do to his daughter, she took her father's prick in her mouth.

"Oh, Daddy," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "I love you, Daddy."

Then, while looking up at her father with her big, blue eyes, he impaled her mouth with his stiff cock by sliding himself in deeper. 

"I love you, Liz," he said putting a heavy hand to the back of her pretty head while humping her mouth and fucking her face.

Not one to waste such an incestuous opportunity of getting a blowjob from his hot, sexy daughter, he reached his right hand down to touch her big, left breast, feel her big, left breast, and fondle her big, left breast while fingering her huge, left nipple. 

"Unlike your mother's saggy, B cup breasts, your breasts are so big and firm. Your nipples are huge. I can't wait to take them in my mouth to suck them," he said.

He continued feeling his daughter's breasts with one hand while fingering her nipple and pushing her head forward with his other hand. In the way she had control over her date with her hand and her mouth, she now had control over her father. Sucking him deeper, she stroked him faster. Proving that she was a good cocksucker, it didn't take very long for her father to cum in his daughter's mouth.

"Oh, my God, Liz. I'm going to cum. Suck it baby. Suck my cock. Suck Daddy's prick. That's it. Stroke me harder. Stroke me faster. Oh, Liz! Oh, Liz! Oh, Liz," he said exploding a volume of warm, oozy cum in Liz's willing mouth.

Obviously driven by having incestuous sex with his daughter, as if he was a volcano, he erupted. With a heavy hand to the back of her pretty head while holding her in place and pushing her face forward, he humping her mouth while continuing to ejaculate a huge volume of warm, oozy cum in her mouth. Hearing the ruckus so early in the morning, her mother, her sister, and two brothers entered the living room.

Instead of protesting, instead of stopping her husband, and instead of her sister saving Liz from her father and her two brothers protecting their sister from their Dad, they watched Liz blowing their father. They stared at the sexual exchange as if they were watching strangers having sex in public instead of watching Liz blowing her father. As soon as his wife walked in the room, seemingly and inherently knowing she was there with them in the room, he ejaculated his cum in Liz's mouth. Taking all that he had to give, she swallowed her father. Now finished with her Dad, she turned to her brothers. 

"Do you want me to suck you too," she said looking up at her brothers after swallowing her father's cum while still on her knees.

Liz's brother, Al, looked to his brother, Bob, before they both looked to their father as if asking permission for his sister to suck them. As if giving them the green, sexual light, their Dad gave them a nod.

"Yes," said her brother Al pulling down his pajama bottoms to expose his 7" cock. "I'd love for you to blow me Liz.

"Yes," said her brother Bob pulling down his boxer shorts to expose his 8" cock. "Suck my cock, Sis."

In the way of giving her first of many circle jerks, she moved between her two brothers to show her ambidexterity. Sucking one while stroking the other, Liz blew both of her brothers. In the way that her father felt her tits and fingered her nipples, her brothers felt her tits and fingered her nipples while she sucked them and stroked them. Al was first to cum in her mouth. Then, leaving Al to orally satisfy Bob, Liz sucked her other brother.

After watching her daughter orally pleasure her father, Liz's mother, Sharon, removed her nightgown while watching Liz orally pleasure her brothers. While watching Liz sucking her sons, Al and Bob, Liz's mother moved to the couch and rubbed her clit with her fingers. As soon as Liz finished with her brothers, she crawled over to her mother and moved her mouth to between her mother's legs. She licked her mother's pussy while fingering her mother's pussy. Not to be let out of the fun, in a chain of womanly, incestuous love, Liz's sister, Kate, moved between Liz's legs and fingered her pussy while licking her pussy.

After Liz gave her mother an oral orgasm and Liz's sister, Kate, gave Liz an oral orgasm, Liz's father pushed Liz down on the carpet, mounted her, and stuck his cock in her virginal pussy. Her brother Al, moved between his mother's legs and Sharon guided her son's cock inside of her while Bob made love to his sister, Kate. Fucking, licking, and sucking, switching from one to the other as if they were having a swingers' orgy, the family had incestuous sex all night. 

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If a psychiatrist was to analyze her and her father, he'd conclude that her father was responsible for setting her pornographic life in motion with incest, first with the swinging and then with the pornographic movies. Her father was the man who popped her cherry. After that, with her mother already having sex with her brothers, and with Liz already having sex with her sister, it was an easy transition for Liz to have sex with her brothers.

Their perfect porn actress, Liz showed Peter and Lars that not only could she suck and fuck two enormous black cocks but also she loved sucking and fucking two, big, black cocks. Liz showed Peter and Lars that she could have sex with a man pretending to be her father as if he was her actual father. Liz showed her producer and her director that she enjoyed having sex with women as much as she enjoyed having sex with men.

To be continued...