0 comments/ 16845 views/ 0 favorites New Career By: LadyNRed Victoria was top of her class at the state university law school. Unfortunately, law school wasn't cheap. Her ex-husband declared bankruptcy immediately before the divorce, which left her with no option but to declare bankruptcy herself. As a result, she was now unable to secure student loans. She had spent the first year and a half of law school stripping. The money had been good. Actually, the money was great. She had paid for her first two years of law school, bought a car, and covered all her living expenses to that point. She made more money than any of the other strippers at Club Golden. Instead of performing the usual bump-and-grind routine, she had selected more ethereal music. Her routine was a series of yoga movements that blended together in an erotic ballet. A long-time student of yoga, she twisted and contorted her body into numerous complicated positions. Her routine held the patrons spellbound, and the applause was deafening. Not to mention the thrill she received from stretching naked before a roomful of strange men. Before she was halfway through her routine, she was soaking wet between her legs and her nipples were hard and pointed. Manny, the guy who handled the lighting, always made sure that the lights flickered across her shaved, glistening labia. There were two problems with her position (pun intended). The first was the incredible arousal she left the stage with. She had taken to keeping her vibrator waiting just off stage. Unfortunately, Club Golden had a strict rule against fraternization between the strippers and the clients. If she had been allowed, she would have leapt from the stage to impale herself on the nearest cock at the end of each routine. The second was the clientele that frequented Club Golden. She had been to two interviews in the past week. At each interview, she had recognized at least half the partners from the club. They had not seemed to recognize her, but at the club, their gazes had not been focused on her face. However, she knew that it was only a matter of time before someone recognized her and her chances of practicing law were destroyed. Her friend Tammi from the club had left to work as a "stress-consultant," and was able to get Victoria a job with her "firm." A stress-consultant was to help powerful busy men find an outlet for their stress without disturbing their daily business routine. She was nervous on the way to her first booking. She had dressed as instructed by the firm. She wore a full skirt that hung to just above the knee. Her top was fitted, made out of a stretchy material that was cut in a seemingly demure manner across her chest. Victoria wore black stockings and a black garter belt. She carried a brown leather briefcase. She looked like a professional on her way to a business meeting. She arrived at the advertising firm right on time. The receptionist called the CEO's secretary. Victoria gave her "stage" name and was escorted to an office on the top floor. The secretary instructed her to go on in. Nervously, Victoria walked into the opulent room. A portly man behind the desk was engaged in a heated debated over the phone. He wore a headset that left his hands free. He made a twisting motion with his hand, indicating that she was to lock the door. After she locked the door, the man motioned for her to come around the desk. As she rounded the desk, he unzipped his pants, revealing a nine-inch penis that was already hard and throbbing. Without any preamble, the man pulled her across his lap, shoving his cock deep into her cunt. She was glad that she had used some lubricant before arriving. He began to move. Victoria gasped and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming. He was hot, hard, and thick. She loved the feel of him sliding up into her and pulling out, stroking deeply into her with strong full thrusts. The feel of him thrusting into her made her much wetter than the lubricant had. He was screwing her and screwing her hard. His portly belly jiggled against her torso through his dress shirt. The disgusting sensation was strangely erotic and turned her on even more. He hit the mute button on the attachment that was clipped to his belt. His other hand pulled her shirt down, the stretchy material bunched beneath her breasts, lifting them to his waiting mouth. He latched on and sucked hard, running his tongue over her nipple and gently nipping at it. While the mute button was depressed, he let out loud grunts as he pounded himself into her. All sound but his voice in business-like tones would stop when he released the mute button to respond to the person on the other end of the line. But he never broke the pistoning movements of his hips beneath her. She felt her blood begin to pool in her loins and her breath became heavy. Moments later, she stuffed his tie into her mouth to stifle the scream accompanying her orgasm. His leg muscles tightened and he began to screw her in a furious frenzy. She forced his climax by clenching him hard with her pussy walls. He hit the mute button, and gave a strangled shout. She felt a long, hot squirt deep within her. She continued to ride him until she had milked the last drop of cum from his body. She lifted herself from his lap, and he shifted, zipping up his pants. He pulled out his wallet and counted out ten, hundred dollar bills. Victoria took the money, blew him a kiss, lifted her briefcase full of toys, and left the room. There was something extremely erotic about having fucked a man she had never spoken to. An old, fat man who had just used her body as a nothing more than a tool for his release. A glance at her watch told her that she had only been in the office for twenty minutes. Not a bad way to make a thousand dollars. She couldn't wait until her next appointment. New Career as Porn Photographer Dale stared for a second, then grinned again, but he didn't say anything. I had the feeling that he wasn't particularly comfortable with the idea of his partner looking at someone else the way she was looking at me. But then he smiled more relaxedly, and murmured, "Why don't you do something to help the poor guy, then?" Without further ado, Jenna moved smoothly to her feet and made her way over the room to where I was leaning a little wearily against another couch. Her heavy breasts swung into my face, and without pausing she reached out and pulled my tie halfway down my shirt, pushed her face into my open collar and traced a line with her tongue from my throat to my breastbone. For some reason, this was an incredibly horny move, and I couldn't help uttering a small grunt of pleasure. In the corner of my eye I could just see Dale starting to react -- he had pulled a pair of shorts on and without saying anything, had picked up my camera and was starting to get to grips with the controls. I now realized that the filmer was on the point of becoming the filmee, but, frankly, I was in the grip of a passion and desire so powerful, I didn't give a damn. I knew this was a session I wasn't going to be paid for -- in cash -- but it looked like something better than money was coming my way. Jenna reached down and pressed her hand against the front of my jeans, tracing the outline of my stiff dick through the material, and dropping further down to squeeze my balls. I groaned again, and she responded with a few words. "Jeremy, I guess this must happen all the time to you, no?" I bet you get your cock sucked twice a day, hey? Bet you're a great fuck? Let's find out, shall we? "Bitch," I muttered. I'd heard the way Jenna and Dale talked to each other when they were making out, and guessed she'd like more of the same from me. Briskly, she unbuckled my belt and striped its length from the loops on my jeans. She flipped the button and tugged sharply downwards, the sensation in my prick heightened by the rasp of the zipper as it passed over my member. I staggered slightly against the couch but already Jenna had dropped to her knees in front of me, and was ripping my shorts down around my ankles. I was standing in a stranger's home, clothing in disarray and my massively erect cock jutting out of my groin in full view of not just a naked woman, but, for the first time, another man. Dale had come over to the action and was now filming to the best of his ability the sight of his girl starting to blow another cock. Jenna certainly knew what she was doing, and I could feel the pressure growing to almost unbearable levels as she took my balls in one hand and started rolling them in my sac. The other hand held my dick firmly in place as she started to go down on me, her mouth clamping closely over the slick knob, and using her lips to full advantage. I let out another anguished groan as she started to use the hand that wasn't mauling my balls to jack the length of my cock, and I could feel my orgasm rushing toward me too quickly -- but there was nothing I could do to stop myself. I didn't think she'd want my sperm in her mouth and just managed to moan something as a warning before I blew my load, but Jenna's blowing of me just continued without a pause and, as Dale was filming with one hand (the other was openly jerking his cock inside his shorts now) I couldn't wait another second and let go with a yell as my sap dumped itself into the welcoming haven of Jenna's wet and warm mouth. I groaned again as my toes twitched in aftershock, and slipped out and backwards into the couch, my still stiff cock slapping back against my belly, red and angry-looking at the treatment it had received. I felt dazed and confused, but I also felt incredibly sensitized. Every part of my body had tingles running through it, and I panted for breath as the orgasm started to subside. As I came to, I heard Dale utter a grunt and, looking up, saw him put the camera down on a table as the busy hand in his shorts produced a wet stain on the cotton and his eyes screwed up. I reckoned we'd probably all had enough for a moment and wondered what the next move should be. I was on the point of looking for my shorts, when Jenna addressed the two of us men directly. "Dale, pick up the camera. Jeremy, you've had yours and it's my turn now, so don't even think of getting up!" she said. And with that, she grabbed my semi-erect cock and started to rub her thumb over the slippery tip. To my surprise I could feel the blood coursing straight back into my prick and in seconds I was stiff again, the hormones were kicking in and I was ready for.... for what? Jenna knew what. Quickly she hoisted herself onto my lap, shoving my legs apart as she did so. Before I knew it, her cunt was sliding down my cock and gripping its length. Her pussy was warm and wet, but tight too and I knew I was in for a hard ride. I started to buck up towards her, my cock forcing its way past the first, more difficult entry point and buried itself deep inside her belly. We both let out groans as the two of us started to find our rhythm and I managed to latch onto her vagina as we rode each other, fingering her clit as it slid back and forwards past my prick. She began to let go with regular, breathy little cries, the pitch rising steadily, and I could feel my second orgasm coming along fast -- I knew I had to wait for her this time, though. Luckily Dale's decision to pan the camera repeatedly between her face and her groin, grunting himself as he did so, turned Jenna on even more and she stopped making the cries; replacing them with a torrent of filthy language, the words tumbling out of her in an unbroken flow. "Jeremy, you cunt, you'll never have a fuck like this again, you little piece of shit, I'll rip your balls off if you don't give me a harder screw than this, aaah yes, drive it in me, you shit but don't spunk until I'm ready you bastard! Dale, he's good, though, you could learn something. Uurrrrrrgh!" With a final squeal her head snapped back and she screamed out her orgasm. I let myself go too, spurting more spunk inside her tightly contracting cunt as it gripped my boner like a vice. My moans as I did so were echoing off the walls of the house - but little did I care! My first job as a private porn photographer had taken me to heights of experience and feeling I had never experienced before, and I wondered if this sort of thing would ever happen again.