9 comments/ 27567 views/ 20 favorites My Role in Porn By: Cyanlot Like any twenty-two year-old guy whose girlfriend had just dumped him, I was at a bar, drowning my sorrows. I didn't know the bar. Not wanting to run into any acquaintances, I'd picked a dive a few miles from my neighborhood. I'm not much for hard liquor, so I was slugging down beers and spending almost as much time going back and forth to the john as drinking my beer. But, after the fourth or fifth beer, I had a pretty good buzz on. I was just half-watching the ballgame on the TV and exchanging a word or two from time to time with the bartender. Mostly, I was emotionally numb - anesthetized with alcohol. Just what I had been shooting for. Then she walked in. It was impossible not to notice her. She was almost movie-star hot, though she looked kind of cheap and trashy. But, still, she was sexy as hell - long legs with ridiculously high heels and a tight skirt that barely covered her round ass. Her blouse was tight, too - the front sides pulling apart slightly between the strained buttons. If her clothes weren't enough of a "fuck me" message, her make-up left no doubt. I noticed her; but I wasn't interested. I mean, in some abstract sense, I was, of course. But I really didn't feel in the mood to chat her up. Besides, she was probably a hooker looking for a john. I'd never paid for sex before. I wasn't opposed to it in principle. In fact, I thought it might be interesting to try sometime. But now wasn't the time. I was nursing my wounds and perfectly happy to wallow in my misery. And if she wasn't a hooker, she was probably looking for a sugar-daddy type - a rich old guy, not a poor young guy like me. But then she sat down next to me. It wasn't like that was the only seat left in the place, or even at the bar. There were plenty of seats where she wouldn't have been next to anyone. I didn't know what to make of it. I turned toward her slightly, nodded, and smiled, but just to be neighborly. I went back to my beer without saying a word. "I'm Shelley," she said, breaking the silence. Well, you can't just ignore an invitation for an introduction so I told her my name was Mark. "So, Mark," Shelley continued after she'd ordered her drink - some sort of fancy Martini - "what you do when you're not swigging beer in a dirty little dive like this?" I told her that I had just graduated from college, majoring in marketing, and had gotten a job - even in this lousy economy - with a retail electronics company. It was entry-level, but it had potential. I didn't ask her right away what she did. I was still entertaining the hypothesis that she was a hooker and, if that was so, I thought it might be rude to ask her what she did. So we chatted about nothing in particular for a while. It was kind of nice, really, to be drawn out of my funk. I even forgot about Victoria for a while. Shelley made no sort of invitation for a sexual business deal so I began to suspect that I'd been wrong about her profession. When I asked her what she did "when she wasn't in a dirty little dive like this," she said she was "in the entertainment business." Okay, now I figured I was right in the first place and I didn't pursue it. "No," she said - almost as if she was offended. She'd clearly read my expression correctly. "It's not like that!" I was embarrassed and began to sputter and apology. She cut me off with, "Well, it's sort of like that, I guess. Depends on how you think about these things." She had my interest, but she teased me by taking a sip of her drink and getting out a cigarette. I was silent while she lit her cigarette and took her first drag. But when she didn't go on without prompting, I prompted. "What does 'sort of like that' mean?" "Well..." She took another drag. "I make movies." She looked at me for my reaction. "I mean, I act in movies." "What kind of movies," I asked before I really thought about it. "You're bright. Just graduated from college. You figure it out." "Oh, wow..." I said, not feeling very bright. "Sorry." "No need to be sorry. I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it - at least mostly like it. And, if I were embarrassed, I would have told you I worked at Macy's or something." Now I was really intrigued. I'd never met anyone in the porn industry before and I had a ton of questions that I'd wondered about for a long time. But I didn't want to seem like a rube so I approached things gingerly. I started with innocent questions like when she started making movies. "You mean *porn* movies," she said, hoping to break the barrier by saying what, for me, seemed unsayable. "About five years ago." And then she went on, speaking about it with surprising openness - answering some of my questions and making me more comfortable asking others. "It's a good way to make money, if you have the looks and aren't hung up." She took a sip of her drink. "I can make a lot of money without working very hard and I can decide when and how much I want to work." "You read a lot about women being exploited and abused in the porn industry," I hazarded. "Not my experience," she replied without hesitation. "And I haven't really seen it. I'm not saying it doesn't happen. It probably does. I suppose it depends on who you're working with, how you got into it, how strong you are, and a lot more. For me, if I don't want to do something, I don't do it. I call the shots and I can walk away anytime I want." "So you're happy in the business?" "Yeah. I mean, I've met creeps in the business, of course. But you meet creeps in any business. For the most part, the guys are fine - the actors, directors, camera men and all." She paused and then, when I didn't blurt out another question, she went on. "You know, there is real acting involved. I don't mean serious stuff. There are no Dustin Hoffmans or Meryl Streeps in the business. But it's not just people having sex on camera. Some of the guys who typically play studs, because they look the part, are kind of shy. And I know a girl who regularly plays a dominatrix but is really the kindest, gentlest person you can imagine." "How about you? What sort of character do you play? And is it a stretch for you or are you just being yourself?" "I play lots of roles. Most of us do. Don't want the fans to get bored, you know. But recently I've often been playing the hot-wife, cheating-wife, and cuckoldress roles." I was a little puzzled. I've watched as much porn as the next guy, but I wasn't sure I understood the distinctions she was suggesting. It sounded like she thought she was separating these roles but they all sounded pretty much the same to me. I guess my confusion showed. "They're different. I guess you've got to be into it a little to know all these distinctions. A cheating wife is just what you'd expect. Pretty ordinary run-of-the-mill, real-life character. She's just a wife who has sex with someone other than her husband without her husband's knowledge or consent. That's what makes it *cheating*. Sometimes, of course, the cheating wife gets caught. Then the story can go different ways. A cuckoldress has sex with other men, without her husband's consent but she lets him know about it. Sometimes she makes him watch; sometimes she even makes him participate, but not as a three-way, two men on one woman. He's in a subservient role. Maybe he just serves then drinks or something, but he might also have to get her ready for her lover or clean or both of them up afterwards. There's a big dom/sub element. A hot wife has sex with other men with her husband's blessing - often at his urging. Sometimes he's watching, sometimes not. Sometimes he's involved, too, but it might just be in a two-guys-on-one-chick way." She took another drink. "And, there are lots of variations; the boundaries aren't always clear. Isn't that the way it always is with art." Shelley smiled. The art reference was intended to be self-deprecating. "I don't get the hot wife thing. You mean guys get off on seeing their wives fuck other men." "Honey, you wouldn't believe the things some guys get off on. But I'm betting more guys get off on imagining seeing their wives fuck other guys than do from actually seeing their wives do it. Fantasies aren't dreams for reality, you know. The lure of the strange and forbidden, and all that." "So, why do you play those sorts of roles?" "They fit me now. When I first started, I could do the wide-eyed teen roles - you know, the innocent teen who acts like this is her first time. She's stunned by how big the guy's cock is, doesn't know if she can fit it in her mouth, but tries hard to do it. You know, the angel-to-slut-in-one-good-fuck transition... Don't tell me you didn't know that guys get off on that!" Shelley laughed. "But now that I'm older, it's harder to pull off that role. And, besides, lots of the men who watch my stuff are regulars - fans. You have to move on. They've seen you do the innocent teen thing and they're not buying it forever. They want to see you progress." Then I asked a question that had been bubbling up in my consciousness for a while but I hadn't known how to ask without it coming out as a variation on the, "What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?" question. I couldn't think of a way to avoid this so I said, hoping it would come off right, "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" "You mean in a cheap bar? Where would you expect to see a girl like me?" She wasn't offended; she was just joking, too. "No, I mean I know were not far from Porn Valley," referring to San Fernando, "but it's not just around the corner." "Oh," Shelley began, "we were going to do a shoot in a guy's house near here. You know, we need different settings to keep the videos fresh. This guy my producer knew slightly has a terrific house for us to shoot in." "So why aren't you there shooting the film." "We're missing a crucial actor. The same guy who owned the house was supposed to play a role in the film. He chickened out." "What?" "The guy was an amateur. He was in the thing only because he's loaning us the house. When we got there, film crew and all, he was gone. He left a note saying that we were welcome to use the house but he decided he couldn't be part of the film." "Can't you just shoot around him?" I asked, as if I knew what I was talking about. "No. His character is crucial and in the whole film." "So, what are you going to do?" "I told the director that I'd go to a local bar and find someone who was willing to play the role." For just a moment, this didn't register fully. I was so into my "interviewer" role that I almost asked, "and did you find someone?" But when it hit me, I was floored. Shelley was asking me to play a part in a porn film! WTF! These sorts of things don't happen to people - certainly not to me. "It's easy," Shelley said, sensing my astonishment and reluctance. "And you're perfect for the part." "I've never acted in anything," I said, surprising myself because it sounded as if I was thinking about it but not sure I could pull it off. Was I? I wasn't sure now. "Forget what I said earlier about this involving real acting. Of course we play people other than ourselves. But all you need to do for your role is to imagine yourself in the scene and act the way you think you would act." "Wait, what kind of scene?" Well, I guess that answered my internal question about whether I was seriously considering this. Why else would I be asking for details. "Well, it's the kind of film I told you I've been doing recently." Shelley took a breath. "This one's a cuck scene." Another pause while she evaluated my response. "You come home from work; I'm dressed in a negligee and I tell you I have a surprise for you. You're eager but soon find out that my surprise is that I'm going to have sex with another man - and not just any other man - a guy from your work who just beat you out for a big promotion. You'll have a few scripted lines, but mostly you just need to look shocked, hurt, and despondent. Andy - that's the leading man - and I will be taunting you so it won't be hard to look dejected." "I don't know..." "Well, the director said, since we're in a pinch, I could offer you $1,000 - damn good pay for an afternoon's work." "Yeah, it is." And I could really use the money; that's for sure. But I was still hesitating. "Look, I'll tell you what." Shelley put her hand on mine. Wow, that felt nice! "I don't want today to turn out to be a bust for me. If you'll do this, when we're done, I'll take care of you any way you want. Ya got any fantasies, boy? Ever thought of what you'd like to do with a porn star?" Sure I had. And, furthermore, I'd been thinking of things I'd like to do to Shelley since she sat down next to me - before I knew she was a porn star. "Okay, I guess I can try," I stammered out, surprising myself. "You'll be great." She drove us up to the house - a stunning ranch house on a hill with a large pool and a great view over the valley. I met the crew and the rest of the cast - which meant Andy. They all seemed nice, and normal, enough. I was put at ease. Maybe this wouldn't be as weird as I worried it might be. And, in any case, there was a grand and a bonus waiting for me when it was over. Since Shelley had called ahead to say that she'd found a stand in, they were ready to shoot when we arrived. Ted, the director, went over the scene with me, giving me more details than Shelley had in the bar. He gave me a few pages of script but told me not to worry about memorizing it. Ad libs were better. I just needed to know the direction things were going and to play along. The main point was that it was clear that Shelley's character, Nina, was the dominant one in our relationship. My character, Howard, was a wimp and would acquiesce to Nina's demands no matter how demeaning. We did the "honey, I'm home thing" and Nina's telling me she had a surprise for me part smoothly and I began to relax and get into the role. God, Shelley - Nina, I mean - looked hot in the negligee she was wearing. It was translucent powder blue and just covered her ass. It had a pushup bra built in that exposed the tops of her deliciously round, milky smooth breasts. It occurred to me that I was going to go through several hours of fake humiliation for some very real pleasure at the end. I could do this. Nina told me to sit down in a chair by the bed and not to move unless she gave me permission. I did a reasonable job of acting confused and nervous, but ultimately compliant. Nina left the room and returned with Rod in tow. (Really! That's what Andy's character's name was. I guess there was no money in the budget for the scriptwriter who showed any creativity. Or, maybe they knew their audience. Maybe this worked with a certain audience.) "Honey, what are you doing? Who's this?" I said in a plaintive voice. "Rod, this is Howard, my husband," she said, introducing me to him first and making 'husband' sound like a term of derision. "And Howard," continuing in a condescending voice, "this is Rod, my boyfriend and the man who's going to give me the sort of fucking I deserve." "What? You can't do this, Nina." I protested impotently. "I love you. You're my wife." "Yes. I'm *your* wife; but I'm *Rod's* lover... well, and his slut, fuck-toy, cock-sucker, bitch... really, anything he wants me to be." "Don't do this. Whatever problems we have, we can work them out," I pleaded. "Oh, I've already done *this*... lots of times with Rod and with other guys before him. This is just the first time you get to watch." Shelley's... Nina's voice was cold and cruel. "And *we* can't 'work out' the problem. The problem is that you can't satisfy me. Your dick is way too small and you cum too soon. You're just not much of a man, Howard. And you're not even into oral sex - giving, I mean - so you can't even please me like a woman could." Man, this Nina bitch was cruel! "The problem, Howard, is *you*! And I've already solved it. I'm just letting you in on what the solution is. You can watch it and see how far short of being a real man you are; and 'short' is the right word, isn't it?" Nina's tirade was just acting, of course, but I felt humiliated. I felt embarrassed and emasculated. I didn't have to feign my wimpish resignation. "Come on, Baby," Nina purred to Rod. "Let's have some fun." And then, turning to me and using a completely different tone, she said, "And you, sissy fag, just sit there and watch. And don't get any ideas about interfering. It's not just in the sex department that Rod's three times the man you are." She turned back to Rod and began unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his massive chest in a sensuous and submissive way. Rod pulled open Nina's negligee, exposing the perfect tits I'd been admiring since she walked into the bar. I was guessing that the perfection was the work of a plastic surgeon but, if so, he'd done a great job. They looked completely natural. There wasn't any noticeable scar but I guess they have ways of hiding those pretty well now. Rod lifted Nina's chin and kissed her deeply, passionately, and, really, possessively. I felt jealously! How ridiculous. I'd met Nina... I mean Shelley... less than two hours ago. She wasn't my wife. I had no claim on her. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't jealousy I was feeling; it was only envy... I just wanted to be Rod. It was true that I felt envy, but I think I felt jealousy, too. I guess I was getting into my role. Nina, now wearing only her high heels and her lace panties, sank to her knees and began unbuckling Rod's belt and unzipping his pants. She went at this with a relish - a fervor, really - that bespoke uncontrollable lust. Nina pulled out Rod's rod. (Sorry, but why did they give him the name 'Rod'?) She looked hungry for it and lunged at it, eager to consume it. She worked his pants down with her hands as she wrapped her lips around his rapidly stiffening, and growing, shaft. I felt my own cock stiffening, too. Seeing in person this stunning woman work Rod's hard and, I noticed, enormous cock with her lips and mouth was the hottest thing I'd ever seen - orders of magnitude beyond watching things like this on the computer. I congratulated myself on my decision to take Shelley up on the offer to be in the film. If I hadn't, I never would have experienced such intense voyeuristic pleasure. The pleasure was compromised some when Nina stopped her ministrations on Rod's cock and turned to me to say, "See, Howard... this is what a real man's cock looks like. And the looks are the least of it. His cock fills my hand and my mouth completely and leaves me wanting to be able to be able to take even more of him into my mouth. Your pathetic penis is like a limp wiener. I can feel it in my mouth but, really, why would I want to?" She was looking right into my eyes as she shamed me this way and I didn't have to feign discomfort and humiliation. Nina got up and walked over to me. The camera followed her closely. I watched her gorgeous breasts swing gently as she walked and my eyes were draw to her crotch. Her panties were clearly sopping with her juices, flowing freely from her excitement over Rod's dick. "Ooohh, I see you have a little stiffy in your pants, don't you?" Nina knelt down in front of me. Now I wasn't only aroused, and humiliated; I was nervous about where this was going. Nothing had been said about me being involved in any way other than looking uncomfortable and pleading for this to stop. But, when Nina reached for my zipper and began the process of pulling out my dick, I thought about what it would feel like to have her hand, and maybe more, wrapped around my cock. I wasn't about to stop her. She had to struggle a little to get me out because I did, indeed, have a stiffy in my pants - a stiffy to top all stiffies. Her touch excited me beyond description. My cock is about average size but Nina had a way of holding it that made it seem smaller. For just a second, I considered the difference between the way she held my cock, making it look puny, and the way she held Rod's cock, which exaggerated its size. I'm not saying I was any match for Rod in that department, but the difference wasn't as much as it appeared from the tricks that Nina used. My Role in Porn She stroked my cock as she spoke words of humiliation. "Is that as big as it gets?" she taunted. "Why, yes, it is. In fact, I think you might be bigger and harder than I've ever see you before. Maybe looking at a real man's cock gets you as hot as it gets me. Maybe hotter." Her stroking was doing more now than just making me hard. I could feel myself building to an orgasm. I tried to will it away. That worked about as well as one would expect, which is to say, not at all. "Look at this pathetic little penis, Howard." I did, and what I saw was the hand of a gorgeous woman holding my cock and, behind that, her round breasts swaying gently to the rhythm of her stroking. Sure, the way she held me made my penis look small, but it also made it feel terrific. I tried to ignore the script she was reciting. "What woman could want this puny little dick when she could have something like that," she said, nodding toward Rod's still rigid cock. I could see a very superior smirk on Rod's face. "You have to get really close to this thing to even see it," and, with that comment, Nina leaned toward my cock. I thought she was going to take my cock in her mouth. That sweet anticipation, and the moist warmth of her breath caressing my cock, made me lose it. I could feel the cum welling up in my loins; my legs went rigid, and my pelvis started thrusting, bring my cock toward Nina's inviting lips. But Nina's lips quickly pulled away. And not just her lips: she pulled her hand off my dick. Jesus Christ! If she'd done this a few seconds earlier, it would have squelched my orgasm. Too late, though. That train had left the station. My dick began spewing ribbon after ribbon of white cream as it flopped wildly, unrestrained in the open air. Nina laughed demeaningly and, to Rod, said, "Look at his little wienie, spewing its little load after just being touched." Truth be told, it wasn't such a little load; I shot a huge load of cum. It wasn't a satisfying orgasm - it was incredibly frustrating to be ejaculating without even a hand being wrapped around my cock. Unsatisfying, but not unproductive. My pants and shirt were covered with ribbons of semen. "You cum at a mere touch, Howard," Nina said turning her attention to me. "Even if you had a man-sized cock, how could you ever satisfy a woman?" I didn't say anything. I was exhausted - and humiliated. Nina piled it on anyway. "Look at Rod's huge cock, Howard, and compare it to your little noodle." She flicked my now softening dick with her finger to emphasize the contrast before getting up to devote her attentions to her Rod. As she knelt down once again to service Rod's cock, she looked over at me one more time and said, "Now *this* is a cock!" Nina went at Rod's cock with enthusiasm. Remarkably, she seemed to urge it, with her lips and tongue, to an even greater length and girth. And then she pleaded with him to fuck her - "like I've never been fucked before," she said. They went at it energetically, exploring each other's bodies with the enthusiasm of novices but the expertise that only porn stars have. From time to time, Nina would look at me derisively; sometimes she would say something demeaning but, really, the look was enough. Their sucking and licking and fucking went on for so long that I began to recover from my disappointing ejaculation. I felt my cock begin to stir watching these two sexual athletes' exhibition. I began to think about my promised reward - and I'm not talking about the thousand dollars. When Rod finally got the signal from the director to wrap things up, he pulled out of Nina's cunt and jacked a huge load all over her tits, abdomen, thighs, and shaved cunt. She was quite a mess. Rod collapsed on a chair across from Nina, who was spread on the couch displaying the copious quantity of cum she'd managed to cull from Rod's cock. "Come here, Honey," she said, looking directly at me. I shook my head vociferously. This wasn't part of the deal. "It's okay, Sweetie... come here." I'd seen this scene in porno I'd watched and I wasn't planning to be quite this much of a sissy cuckold even as an act. I realized, though, that the invitation was causing me some turmoil. "Why was that?" I wondered. Then I saw Nina look toward the director and, at the same time, Rod (off camera) pointed in that direction. The director was holding up a hastily written sign on which was scrawled "$1,500". Hmmm. An extra $500 for lapping up some cum. I was considering it. "Come on, Honey. You know it's what you want to do. It's the right thing to do." Now you're probably saying, "I wouldn't do that - never in a million years!" But you don't know, do you? You've never been in this situation. So don't be so quick to judge me. If someone asked me in another setting whether I'd lick up another man's cum or $500, I would have said "no way" just as quickly as you did. But the setting was sexually charged and, somehow, I'd unconsciously embraced the subby hubby role. I got up and moved over between Nina's legs. I was going to do this. Part of me was horrified, but part was tantalized. As I brought my lips down to the slime on Nina's thighs, I got a good whiff of Rod's cum. It smelled like mine. I wondered whether it would taste like mine. As I brought my tongue, very tentatively, to the first strand of semen, I found that it did, more or less. My stomach churned once as I licked up and swallowed my first taste of another man's cum. But it settled down as I worked my way over Nina's gorgeous body licking up all of Rod's cum. I was in a sort of stupor, or at least an unusual state of consciousness. I barely heard Nina's continued taunting: "that's right, Honey"... "You love that cum, don't you?"... "Lick it all up, now"... "Don't miss a drop of his sweet cream." It was gentler than before, but still designed to show the pansy cuckold his place. The gentler tone was in recognition that he had accepted his place. Running my hands and tongue over Nina's gorgeous body had accelerated my sexual recovery. Feeling her smooth skin, her full, round breasts, and tasting her juices as my tongue played across her clitoris had left me with a raging hardon. Nina got on to her knees with me in front of the couch and began to undress me. This was exciting. I was really ready to recover my sense of masculinity by fucking this gorgeous porn star. Maybe my experience up until now wasn't very many men's fantasy; but how many men haven't fantasized about fucking a stunning porn star? I helped get all of my clothes off and Nina and I were on our knees, face to face. She put one hand down to fondle my hard cock and my balls. With her other hand, she pulled my face to hers and began kissing me, further arousing me. I was lost in a swirl of sexual lust. I'd forgotten about the cameras, and even the other people, in the room. All that was real for me was Nina's enticing body. I'd forgotten everyone else in the room, that is, until Nina pushed my head to the side and forced my mouth onto Rod's cock. My mouth was suddenly filled with his only partly erect but still very full and large cock. I could smell and taste Nina's cunt on him. I tried to pull back but it wasn't just Nina who was holding my mouth on Rod's cock. His hands were on the back of my head and there was no possibility of pulling away. I had no choice but to yield to what was inevitable. And then Nina let go of my head. That made no difference in whether I could escape my fate - Rod still had a firm grip on my head - but it made a big difference when she reached down and began stroking my cock. With her soft, warm hand wrapped around my cock, I could feel better how hard I was. Her stroking was so wonderful - so necessary in my current state - that the thought of it ending prematurely was intolerable. I knew what I had to do to make her keep stroking my cock and I was willing to do it, and more, to ensure that she did. I worked my mouth over Rod's hardening cock energetically. He sensed that he no longer needed to force me and relaxed his grip on my head. I put one hand around the base of Rod's cock so that I could pump the shaft while I sucked on the head. He was getting hard - really hard - again. His turnaround time was pretty impressive. This was all so strange to me. I'd never thought of myself as bi, or even particularly bi-curious. Oh, I'd thought from time to time about what it might feel like to suck a cock. You know what they call guys who say they've never thought about that?... Liars! (Come on, you know it's true.) But I didn't fantasize about it. I was about as straight as they come. At least, I thought so before this. But I found myself filled with a sense of power. I held this impressive tool in my hands and mouth. I controlled what it felt and when. Sure, I was servicing him. But I also had power over him. Now, I was willingly - eagerly even - sucking Rod's cock. I was pumping his shaft more and more quickly, urging it to spew its spunk. I was so caught up in what I was doing to Rod's cock that I was almost unaware of what Nina was doing to mine. When I did think about it, though, I realized that I was completely rigid in her hand and my balls were about to bust their nut. Just as I was focusing on my impending orgasm, my attention was drawn back to Rod's. With my thumb on the underside of his shaft, I first felt his orgasm when a pulse of semen pushed past my thumb on its way to fill my mouth. And fill it he did. Jet after jet of warm, salty, cum filled my mouth. At the same time, my own cock was spewing its load on the floor. The combined sensation of shooting my own load while taking Rod's was indescribable. I was squirming in ecstasy and moaning on Rod's cock while I struggled to swallow his sweet load. I practically didn't hear Nina as she cooed at me. It was all humiliation patter for the benefit of the camera. Stuff like, "That's good baby... shoot your little peepee off while you take Rod's cum... Swallow it all. You wouldn't want to waste any of that sweet juice." Things like that. I did swallow it all. When Rod began to slowly pull his cock from my mouth, I found myself giving it up reluctantly. I was spent sexually, and Rod certainly was - I could still taste the evidence of that. His cock was softening and shrinking in my mouth. But I found it soothing to suck on and the thought of holding his entire cock in my mouth - something I couldn't even approach when it was hard - was an attractive one for me. But Rod pulled it from my lips - gently. I'm sure his cock was tender. He wiped it on each side of my mouth and stepped away. I pushed the bit of cum that had dribbled down my chin back into my mouth and swallowed it. And then the room erupted in applause. Nina was cheering. The commotion brought me back to the moment and I was suddenly embarrassed. Humiliated, really. I felt incredibly self-conscious; I wanted to just disappear. "Jesus, Mark... you were terrific!" Shelley said. "You sure you're not a pro?" I stood up and started getting dressed. Shelley could tell that I was embarrassed and tried to reassure me. "Mark, don't let this make you feel all weirded out. I'm telling you, if you want to do this again, you've got a bright, and rich, future ahead of you." She saw that she got my attention. "Maybe you don't understand the pay structure. You see, guys who just do girls are a dime a dozen. You don't have to pay a guy much to entice him to get a little strange pussy or a great blowjob from a hot chick. Girls make more. And, of course you can get gay guys to play the cuckold husband/boyfriend role, but it's hard to get guys that are really convincing. You're amazing." I was actually flattered and wondering whether that reaction should lead to even more shame. Maybe it should; but it didn't. "I mean," Shelley went on - she was on a roll - "you look as straight as an arrow and you did a pretty good job of pleading with me not to fuck Andy. But you were terrific at playing the part of the reluctant but finally compliant, and even willing - maybe eager - cocksucker." I didn't say anything. I decided to just let her think I was a good actor. I was finishing getting dressed and, despite Shelley's compliments, eager to get out of there. "Don't go," Shelley said. "We've got the house for the whole night. And, besides..." she paused, I guess for drama, then went on with a sultry voice - the voice she'd used with Rod. "Ted can pay you now, of course. But unless you're even better at sexual recovery than you are at acting, I'm betting you'll need some time to collect your pay from me." In my embarrassment, I'd sort of forgotten that promise. I was spent now, of course, but the prospect of fucking Shelley was a very attractive one - not the least because it would have helped restore my sense of myself as a man. Shelley walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt suggestively. "Come on," she said, "let's go for a swim." I couldn't resist. Well, maybe I could have if I'd tried. I didn't. Maybe I couldn't try. Shelley undressed me. As she pulled off my pants, she dropped to her knees and fondled my cock. She took it into her mouth. There was no way I was going to get hard so soon after I'd cum twice. But she wasn't trying to get me hard. She was just foreshadowing what was to come. And maybe reassuring me that I was going to get my reward after all. It felt really good. Bouncing up, she pulled me by the hand toward the back door and the pool. When I dove in, I found the coolness of the water mildly shocking, but I enjoyed the sensation. The water performed a cleansing function way beyond the ordinary. I felt as if it was washing away any taint I'd acquired over the last hours. But it was Shelley who was really responsible for easing my mind. First, she seemed completely unaffected by the fact that she'd just watched me play - and play very convincingly - the cuckold wimp who is forced to suck his wife's lover's cock. I chalked that up to her being a pro, who'd seen everything. But it was still a comfort to me that she didn't look at me like some sort of subhuman organism. More importantly, though, she flirted with me playfully and continued to tease me with hints of our night together to come (cum?). All of this normalized the situation - well, if you can call being naked in a pool with a stunning porn actress you're anticipating fucking "normal". As things turned out, it became pretty normal for me. This was the beginning of my life in porn. I still took my new job; I wasn't ready to switch paths that quickly. But I worked weekends and some nights doing porn films with a variety of producers Shelley connected me with. When my porn earnings eclipsed those from my regular job, and my boss got completely intolerable, I was in a perfect position to tell her to "take this job and shove it!" I've played lots of roles but most frequently the cuckold husband or the husband of a hot wife. There was a lot of "forced" bi stuff so... yeah... I sucked a lot of cocks and swallowed a lot of cum. But I also got a lot more head and pussy from very hot women - both on camera and off - than any guy I know outside of porn. So, it worked for me.