0 comments/ 22557 views/ 0 favorites Memoirs of a Porn Actor Ch. 1 By: Pat McCarthy I cannot remember all the details, but my memory of those times is quite precise because I lived every moment again and again in my mind, many thousand times in these last twenty-five years. We moved to Paris for the second time in 1974. The previous move, in 70, had had the same cast of characters: Annette, her brother Matt, his wife Effie, and the baby. The first time was when Annette and I became lovers. I'll have to tell a little of that story so as to provide some background to this one. Following a short stay with Matt and Effie (to say nothing of the baby) in Germany, I had followed them to Paris, just a month after they moved. We hitchhiked there in the coldest week of January with the little sister Annette, nineteen and just out of high school. Her beauty was simply breathtaking. She was a tall redhead, all legs, with almost flat little breasts that carried the most incredibly erectile, giant nipples. They used to push through any clothing when she was aroused, which was practically always. Also, she used to fuck any man in sight, just for the pleasure. We made out the first night in Matt's new miniature flat, and stayed in bed for two days solid. Our life with Annette, and our strangely strong bond, became only better with time in the seven years we were together. Maybe because we already were made the same way and continued to grow up together in those years. Fact is, our likes, dislikes, reactions, wishes, all matched and there never were quarrels. The sexual attraction and enjoyment also grew with time. We didn't spend a lot of time together, what with my work and her back-and-forth between Paris and Germany. At times we were separated for weeks but the longing for each other was always stronger. We both needed our daily dose of sex and got it, i.e. we fucked pretty much everything in sight when we were apart. Somehow all the others were part of our lovemaking with Annette, they weren't exactly human sex toys, because most of them were good friends, but many were also completely unknown one-night stands. Whatever they were, it was nice to see Annette turned on by my reports, or to listen to her telling her experiences, generally right after our first, furious welcome-back screwing, while she fondled me, a lazy little finger of hers in my ass, her story making me want her passionately again. The others sometimes also got invited to our lovemaking when the mood and circumstances were right, most often Effie, the sweetest sister on this Earth. Matt, who was more attracted to drink than women, was happy to know that it remained in the family. Four years later, the winter brought trouble. I had run out of jobs and she suddenly lost hers too. One day, as we were trying to figure where to get the rent, her brother called from Paris and said he was feeling sort of lonely after his wife and his daughter had left him. He wanted us to stay with him a couple of months. A godsend. We emptied the apartment the next day and hitchhiked to Paris. The trip was rather eventful. We got stuck one night long in a tiny village in the coldest valley of the Jura Mountains, with not even an awning to protect us. We avoided frostbites or worst by continuously fondling and kissing each other, standing under our coats. At five in the morning, the first truck drove through, and the driver stopped. They generally did if you were traveling with a beautiful, tall girl. He seated Annette in the front and assigned me the back half-cabin, on what seemed to be his cot. I couldn't hear much of their conversation. Anyway, they stopped talking after a few minutes. Half an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of a trucker's inn for breakfast. While waiting for our coffee and toast, the trucker, Roger, went to wash up. Annette told me that he had propositioned her. He wanted to pay her (very generously I must say, one thousand francs!) if she agreed to dump me along the road and spend the rest of the day with him at the inn. She laughed when she said that he also had boasted of the exceptional size of his dick, giving her the measurements. She had answered that she didn't do it for money and anyway liked normal dicks. He was free to unload us there and then. "Oh no" he had answered, "I'm not a bandit, just horny" and had shut up since. Annette was sorry for him. She said "Honey, I'm all worked up after a full night of hugging and kissing and I want to treat you to a show. Shhh, he's back, just let me do the talking". Roger was there, fiftyish, rather short but massively built. He sat down with a sour face. Annette broke the silence when he had had some coffee: "Roger, please listen for a minute. And just be comfortable with my friend, he's my man and I want him to listen too. Here's the deal: I told you I won't do it for money -or for the ride either, so it's OK if you leave us here. But now I think I'd like to be with you, just because you're a nice person and I'm in the mood for it. Also because you made me curious about your anatomy. Only I have a condition, perhaps you won't like it: Mark has to be there and watch". He kept silent and she added: "I understand if you're embarrassed. Let me tell you there's no call for embarrassment, because he's part of me, I want him to be there to support me. I can also tell you that you won't regret it! I kinda like you, Roger". She put her hand on his. He didn't say or do anything for full five minutes, and he didn't pull his hand back. Then: "What kind of people are you kids?" - I told you I'm not a hooker, Roger. And I don't think we're weirdos, either. And Mark is no fairy, believe me. Are you embarrassed because you've never been watched? - No it's not that, you know in the villages we boys used to go together when a girl was "easy". - Well, Mark is a boy and if I'm turning you on, you're welcome to this girl! I said I suspected he felt strange because the girl was doing the talking. He goodhumoredly agreed. He called the waitress and ordered a room for the day. Annette held his arm, I gathered more coffee and cups and up we went. Annette didn't say anything crude or sexual once in the room. We sat down and had coffee while she chatted about different things, inquired about his life and made him feel at ease. Some twenty minutes later he seemed completely relaxed, laughing and telling dirty jokes. After one good joke he slapped me on the shoulder. Realizing that he had touched me, he froze. Annette said he still seemed a tiny bit shy and it was time to take care of that. She undressed very quickly, and completely. Roger was gaping. She draped my parka around her and went out to the shower room. I let Roger finish his coffee in pensive silence until Annette came back smelling of baby powder. She shed the parka while I undressed completely, taking just enough time before getting into the coat, just a few seconds slow to mark that I wasn't shy of my already painful erection. When I got back Annette was sitting on his thighs, letting him fondle her nipples. She had opened his shirt and was caressing his chest hair. I got out of the parka. Roger was conspicuously trying not to look at me. She stood up. "OK, Roger. Shower time!" She took off his shirt. "Also, I want to see your special thing. Please, Roger". He felt better now, he got out of his pants and underwear without fumbling. He hadn't been exaggerating. His semi-erect peter was exactly as thick as Annette's wrist next to it. She gave him our improvised bathrobe. Before he closed it to go out, she touched his balls and said: "Before you go: Mark has been frigging me all night and I just need it very badly, so I'll want you to give it to me hard and fast". The monster dick stood up immediately, growing now to a length that matched it thickness, something that should belong to a donkey. The moment he was out of the door Annette fell on my prick and sucked me, then she sat on the bed. I took one of the chairs. Roger was back in not even two minutes. He hadn't even taken time to dry himself. He walked to Annette, his bat sticking all the way out of the parka's opening. She slid it off his shoulders, pulled him by the buttocks and kissed his navel, then his dick and balls, methodically, even tried to take the thing in her mouth. She brought his hands to her nipples and told him to squeeze hard. This got him. He pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her legs. She let out a yell when the head entered her. She held him back with her hand grabbing his penis and guided his movements so that he penetrated by slow steps. I knew from her face and her cries that she came twice by the time he was all the way in. I could see the bedcover getting wet when he started fucking in earnest. Annette had let go completely, she was hollering, whiplashing with her head, beating him with her heels. I was trying not to touch myself, watching how incredibly wide that dick was spreading her apart, wondering if she was hurt. I couldn't help moving nearer to see it all. She looked in my eyes and stretched her hand to grab mine before coming. She was almost breaking my fingers. When Roger slowed down, she pushed him out, gently, and went on all fours, still holding my hand. Roger then told me to sit on the bed and take care of her. Annette and I kissed and stroked each other while Roger entered her cunt from behind and made her come again. Finally he remained immobile, and a little later I could see the goo trickling along Annette's thigh. Annette pulled out, made him lie down and caressed him and me, telling him enough to compliment and boost his ego. All shyness was finally gone. She continued to play with the soft dick, looking like an elephant trunk. He said he was completely washed out, at his age once was more than he could hope for. "Wait," said Annette, now I have a present for you. He was not convinced, what more could she give? "How much do you pay when you go to the live theater?" she asked. "A hundred". "So sit on the chair and receive your present, worth a hundred francs". He obeyed. Annette masturbated in front of him, then asked me to join her on the bed for a sixty-nine. We went at it for a long time, completely absorbed in each other. "Don't come yet" she said, come up here and kiss me. Between kisses, I asked her if Roger had hurt her. She giggled. "Of course" she said, loudly for Roger to hear. "It hurt a lot, as much as the first time you gave it to me in the ass, remember? But I loved it, I'll want it again". We looked at Roger; he was pulling like crazy on a glorious erection once again. Annette made me lie on my back and straddled me, facing Roger. "Watch" she said, "I'll drive you crazy now". She lowered herself on my dick, holding it. When it was all the way in her sloppy pussy, we started moving very slowly. She continued to masturbate, letting Roger see every detail. She lay down on me and lifted her knees. She stretched her cunt lips with both hands. "Please Roger, I want to do something I've never done. I want you too in me now. I want to be stretched to burst. Please?" Roger was whining. She wanted it, she said, as much as she wanted a baby head stretching her one day. Roger moved like a robot, his eye never leaving that cunt. When he entered her too, squeezing my dick with that monstrous cock, I almost felt as if I was being fucked too. Annette kept coming and coming. Roger and I followed, together, a few seconds later. We parted very good friends with Roger, no shyness left. He even jokingly fondled my ass when we said goodbye in Paris after pulling the huge truck right to Matt's door. Matt was a whole 'nother story. We found out, to our dismay, that he already was an alcoholic. He wasn't easy to help, as most of his friends had stopped showing up, except a couple of the most dedicated. Angela was one of them, and she was visiting him that evening. Matt had had too much wine again and went to sleep, on the large mattress that was his at the same time his bed, sofa, and chair in his single room. Angela, Annette and I chatted almost all night. When Angela, noting Annette's uneasy gait on returning from the bathroom, asked her if she had hurt herself, Annette told her our recent adventure. - Angela, I enjoyed it so much! And now I'm aroused again just by telling you. It's becoming more and more of a mania with me. I mean with us. We both want to be watched or caught, somehow. Now you're a psychologist, aren't you? I'm asking seriously, are we abnormal? Angela laughed herself to tears. She couldn't stop. Then she explained that even though she had a degree in psychology and had been a social worker, she had a completely different job now. "Guess what my new job is? I'm a peep show girl! First because I'm like that too, worst, I mean I can't even come if I'm not watched, and this is not, repeat not, weird! Second, because I make much more money". We were flabbergasted. She explained that her job consisted of dancing -meaning mainly frigging herself- in the nude in a sex shop. Whenever the owner, who had a live show theater next door needed a "mature woman", Angela being around forty, he called her to perform there, meaning fuck before an audience. She simply loved it. Many of her old acquaintances avoided her now, but she liked the fact that telling about her new job had shown her who her real friends were. Then she shocked Annette: "Annette, you said you needed a job. Why don't you give this a try? Few hours, good pay, and I know you'll enjoy it! With your figure, they'll go crazy for you". Annette spent the rest of the night trying to explain why she felt it could not be done for money. I also pitched in, because I felt Annette's security would be threatened. Angela brushed that off, saying that environment had better security than the Ministry of Defense. All the same, I sided with my Annette. Angela gave up: "It's up to you to know what you want. But don't tell me you wouldn't have fun if you were watching! I'll give you guys free tickets to come and watch me. At the theater, not at that crummy sex shop". We spent most of the following week looking for work, with no result. I must say that a good part of the day we stayed in the apartment, when Matt was at work, and made love. We were all sleeping in the same bed, and by early morning were aroused to the highest pitch because we continued to fondle each other all night, discretely enough to avoid being noticed by Matt. One day she finally explained why she was so shy before Matt, even though she had no problem in letting him hear her orgasming in another room, or see her in the nude. They used to have the sexual games I believe are usual in most families until she was twelve and he fourteen, when he made her try a sixty-nine and came in her mouth. She had liked it and wanted to do it again, while he developed a very strong sense of guilt and never really went over it. As a result, she never knew for sure how far she could go in his presence. Angela kept her word. At the end of the week, she brought us three free tickets for the next evening. Matt gave his ticket back, saying he didn't feel like going to anything like that so soon after his wife had left him. We went -of course. We knew the neighborhood, the old Halles, fairly well. Annette and I used to hang out in the bistros of that area with our friends. Time and again we'd also walk there together, just to enjoy being propositioned by the hookers (their clientele is not exclusively male). We didn't go into the sex shops or live theaters, though, and this time we were not a little excited. Annette had made me wear baggy lightweight pants with no underwear, and she was exceptionally wearing a skirt herself, a dress with shoulder straps, buttoned in front, and nothing underneath. She first had thought of wearing no socks or stockings despite the cold, then looked outside again and put on stockings, holding them with common stationery elastic bands at mid-hip. She had bummed the dress from Effie, as well as the high-heeled shoes. Unused to heels, she was walking slowly, carefully. We had three hours to spend before the live show time. She said: "Today is the day to visit a sex shop too". I agreed and we went in one. The customers weren't all male, there were some couples visiting. Annette felt at ease. We looked at the magazines, then walked to the back where there were two circles of private booths. A completely naked, beautiful girl came out from one of the booth circles and walked to the other. Those were the peep show booths. Annette walked to one of them, and I followed her. We locked the door, dropped coins into the slot and the curtain came up. The naked blonde we had seen was caressing herself to the music. She didn't look as if she was enjoying herself. She did a short number lying on her belly, then on her back, on a revolving round podium. Then she opened her legs, spread her cunt lips and started masturbating without enthusiasm. The curtain dropped shut then. I didn't feel I wanted more of this and told Annette. She agreed. When we came out Annette went to look at the movie posters. A customer, an old man, started talking to her and was whisked away by a human gorilla before ten seconds had elapsed. What Angela had said about security didn't seem to be a lie. Another girl came out from the back, wearing only a black bra. On her way to the booth circle, she brushed playfully against Annette. Annette now dragged me to another booth. Now we could see this new girl, rather smallish and not particularly well built. She didn't do any dancing. She went to work on her breasts, her flanks, caressed her crack tenderly, and masturbated in earnest for quite a long time. Annette continued dropping coins to keep the curtain open. She told me to touch her under her skirt. She was wet. She said: "Look at her face. She's not pretending!" True, either the girl was having a shaking orgasm, or she put a damn good act. Annette and I worked on each other until she said: "Don't make me come, I want it to linger". We went out and into a crowded café. She had her mischievous look again. She pulled me to her when we were in the center and gave me a passionate kiss. Between two kisses she whispered: "But hey, this is Paris and nobody is really watching a kiss. Pity. I'd like them to, now". I said, "You watch it, now!", inserted my leg between hers and lifted my knee all the way to her crotch. We had left our coats at the door and she was wearing nothing under her dress. I inserted a hand between us and unbuttoned the front of her skirt almost all the way to the hip. She pulled me to her, hands on my buttocks, and we kissed long and hard. When we came apart, two women at a nearby table clapped hands in jest. Annette was blushing and happy. Once on the barstool, she crossed her legs, leaving it unbuttoned. She said: "Now we're in the mood, I want to make you look like a pimp. Not that I know what a pimp looks like, but I'll try". She slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt. An afterthought, and the fourth followed. The strange thing is that I didn't feel ridiculous at all. We kissed again, long and hard, seated on our barstools, her legs slightly open. "Lucky guy" said a man seated next to me. Annette answered: "We're not stingy!" She stepped down, walked to him and kissed him until he had to beg for breath. Then we went to the theater. When we presented our free tickets we were led to seats next to the central aisle in the first row, scarcely three feet from the podium. Music was playing, and a soft porn movie showing on the screen back of the podium, to keep the public happy. The people there were mostly men, of course, but there were several couples, mostly well dressed and in the front rows. Annette's breathing was heavy. She said: "They better really turn me on. Honey, I'll do anything to work myself up to a white glow today, and then I'll fuck you to death. As never before, promised. I'm impatient now". Memoirs of a Porn Actor Ch. 2 I've already told how Annette and I got hired as porn actors after a wild night at a live theater. Dominique, the owner, told us to just walk in and "perform" either at his sex shop or his theater when we felt like it, adding: "I'm sure you'll feel like it very often!". That cold winter of 1974 in Paris remains one of the most cherished memories of all my life. I simply cannot bring myself to feel any guilt at being paid for making love to Annette. I'm sure she doesn't either. We had come home from the theater thinking that we'd never have the courage to do it. In fact, we began our strange career on the very next day. We had flagged a cab after leaving the theater at 2 am, being too tired to walk or even stay awake. But already on the way home, the image of what had just happened, with my making love to Annette on a stage and watching her get fucked by Dominique, was enough to bring me back to life. When I looked at my girlfriend, the well-known mischievous twinkle in her eye told me she was at least as aroused as I was. She said "I can't wait, Mark, it was too beautiful!". Our hands crossed, mine under her skirt and hers behind my belt. She didn't let go even while I was paying the cabby. We ran upstairs but had to stop before the door of the tiny studio where we were sharing her brother's bed. * Shit! Matt is sleeping in here, we can't fuck with him in the same bed. Do me here, now! * The neighbors will be going to work soon. * Fuck the neighbors. Come here, let me eat you. We ended up in a furious sixty-nine on the landing. Before daybreak we finally had to go inside and slip into the bed next to Matt, who was too drunk to wake up, and fell asleep holding each other. We woke up to the smell of coffee. Matt said: "Hi, how was the show?" * Oh, we enjoyed it. Aren't you late for work? * No, I'm too sick for that, I guess I'll stay home. Annette's hand, which was holding my peter under the covers, froze. She whispered to my ear: "There's no way I can make love with him watching, I'll go crazy here!" "Same here", I said, "but let's try to sleep a little". There was no sleeping, of course. After a couple of hours she whispered: "I have an idea! We'll take Dominique's offer, so we'll be watched and we'll make money too". "Fine with me, let's go!" When she got out of the shower, she asked Matt if she could borrow his heavy mantle, and donned it over her bare skin, wearing nothing under it. Matt raised his eyebrows but didn't comment. She put on high-heeled pumps and off we went, to the Rue Saint Denis. By the time we arrived to Dominique's sex shop I was as aroused as a donkey thinking of her in the nude under that mantle. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the shop was almost empty. We first thought of asking for the manager but at that moment we saw our friend Angela coming out of one of the peep show circles dressed in a string bikini. She laughed: "You two kids are really hot! What, already back for more?" Then she explained the setup. One of the booth circles was for single women and the other for couples. The room inside the booths was for the "ordinary" show. Then there were the Specials upstairs, where onlookers paid a hundred francs to sit on chairs in the same room as the actors - but could not touch them. Finally, the Private shows took place with only one customer or one group. In this last, expensive category, it was up to the actors to make their own arrangements with the customers. "OK," said Annette, "let's start!". Angela laughed again: "Seeing that I brought you two into this, I deserve a little something. Your first number will be with me, I've waited long enough. But first let's go where you can relax and undress". Annette smiled: "No need, sweetie". She looked around at the six or seven men in the shop, shrugged her shoulders to let the heavy mantle fall to the floor and appeared in the nude wearing only her high heels, breathtakingly beautiful on her long and muscled legs. Angela told me to follow them so I could watch, and led Annette by the hand to the booth circle. While we were entering the dressing room I saw that all the customers were slipping into the peep booths. I was told to watch from the dressing room. The girls went to kneel facing each other on the revolving round mattress in the middle of the showroom, the twelve mirrors around them created an unreal atmosphere. Behind each mirror was a booth and the little red lights on the floor showed that all but one were occupied. Angela, her hand already stroking Annette's cunt lips, asked: "You know how long I have wanted to eat you, long and slow?" * Today I need it bad, I mean now. I wanted you too since the first day, so turn around and let's start right away! That must have been a feast for the customers. It was for me. Angela went on top, her largish, soft breasts hanging and moving. She was really eating Annette, with all her mouth, sucking the cunt lips in her mouth, spitting and sucking the inch-long fat clit, pushing her tongue all the way in. Annette worked with both her mounds and her hands. Already in a couple of minutes both were writhing and screaming. Annette had four fingers of one hand in Angela's cunt and when the bed turned toward me again two fingers of her other hand were fucking the asshole, while she sucked and bite the little button. Annette came a couple of times, then remained motionless for a minute. Then Angela: * Jesus, if only I was a man I'd fuck you to death, you're so good! You go and rest in the dressing-room now. Mark has a hard-on I can see from here. Mark, undress and come here to fuck. Hurry, the customers are waiting! I almost ran to the mattress and started kissing her, but. Angela said "Let me lead, so you learn to let the people see. Stand up on the middle of the mattress. Open your legs wide. Hmm, you're real hard, that's good!" She sat under my open legs and licked my balls, then sucked them one by one, masturbating me all the while in the most tantalizing manner, with two fingers only. Then she licked my dick slowly, repeatedly, until I felt that I'd have to either shove it in her throat or jerk myself off. She sensed it, left the cock, licked me behind the balls, then around the asshole, all the while flicking one finger at the tip of my penis. Her tongue entered my ass for a fraction of an inch and started moving. I didn't know anymore if this was heaven or hell. She pulled my hands from her breasts to my buttocks, indicating that I should spread myself so as to show every detail to the men in the booths. When she felt my penis twitching she made me lay down, straddled my legs, her face to the booths, and let me enter her very slowly. When I started moving she said: "Easy, baby, very easy. Don't come now, we'll do more numbers. Yeah, slower, that's it. Oh shit, I'm coming! Just don't move." We then left the booth and went to the shower, all three of us in a miniature shower space. My engorged cock was hurting like crazy and the two girls enjoyed teasing and touching. Annette seemed happier than I ever had seen her. She said: * My God, this is heaven. I could do it round the clock! It's such a turn-on to know all these booths are full. * It's better in the Specials, they sit next to the bed and some pull their dick out! * Let's do a Special, then, soon as we're dry! * Hey, relax. You've got all the time in the world. Anyway, generally the Specials don't start before nine or ten o'clock. I'll have to introduce you guys around, first. Do you want me to get you a bikini or something? * Not if I don't have to. I love being naked. * Fine. Dominique will love it too. What about you, Mark? You're free to walk around dressed or naked, but most of the other boys wear pants. We then went to the upper floor and were introduced to the people in the dressing room. We chatted about different things and had a glass of wine, which instantly knocked out both Annette and me, who hadn't slept more than an hour the night before. We decided to go home. Angela told us to follow her and stop at the cashier's to collect our pay. We couldn't believe the amount of money we got for that single number! Angela explained that, Dominique paid according to the number of customers. She'd be making good money too, thanks to us. Also, the Specials paid even better. In the cab, I told Annette: "I thought I'd be ashamed of making money this way, but I'm not. Not at all." "Same here," she said, "in fact I love it. Let's buy a present for my brother." Then: * I must be abnormal, I almost came just watching you with Angela, it's such a turn-on. * If you're abnormal I must be just as bad. It was just beautiful watching you with Dominique. I suppose we're just made the same way. To reward me, she unbuttoned her coat. The driver said: "Hey kids, I can't drive, I mean I can't keep my eyes off the mirror, just wait till you're at home, will you!" So we started an idle life, sightseeing, hanging around, and going to the sex shop or the theater whenever we felt like it. We both enjoyed the shows and felt continually aroused. Annette never wore anything to walk around the shop, attracting customers like flies. We just loved the special booths, where nine people sat in armchairs arranged in a circle less than two feet from the round bed. It drove Annette almost to delirium in her lovemaking. When the watchers approached their face to see better, or when one of them pulled out his cock, she couldn't control herself anymore and started writhing and hollering as if we were alone, biting my nipples, scratching, finger-fucking me. We gave the customers well over their money's worth. Some stood up like driven by an uncontrollable urge but Denis the security guard was always watching and got the rules respected. One would expect to get tired and jaded in these conditions. On the contrary, knowing that we could have any sexual fantasy realized only increased our sex drive. We didn't wait long to use of the opportunity. Annette and I were thoroughly enjoying a long sixty-nine when one of the customers, a young man without inhibitions, opened his shirt, pulled his pants down and started stroking himself. "Oh my God" said Annette, loud for all to hear, "I feel I'm going over the edge. I'll give you a show you won't forget. Mark, please help me, go bring me Amine. Now!" I went out of the booth naked, my cock up and covered with spittle, made my way to the dressing room through the crowd waiting for the next numbers. Amine and Samara were eating candy. When I told him to follow me, the monster between his legs stood to attention immediately, reaching the thickness of a woman's wrist! Samara was happy: "Look there, how he gets when he can finally fuck the redhead! Good luck!" We made our way back through the crowd. I enjoyed so much the fact of walking naked, touching all these people, that I decided I'd do like Annette from now on. When we got to the booth, Annette was masturbating in earnest, and the uninhibited customer had taken his shirt off and pulled his pants down to his ankles. She slid to sit on the edge of the bed, and her knees touched those of the undressed customer, then the slow rotation of the bed brought the next guy's knees. * Don't touch me with your hand, honey. Thanks. Amine, please come here. Oh how nice, your cock is ready for me! Please stand up on the bed over my head, that's it, now spread your legs, more, I want them to see how I'll suck you. Spread your legs a little more. Oh, look at your balls, they're so heavy. And I've never seen such a fat dick. When you shove it in me I'll close my eyes and dream that I'm fucking a donkey! I'm doing it for Mark, he'll watch from the crowd. I still can't believe how she could open her mouth enough to take in Amine's purple head. He gasped. The customers were going crazy too, all nine had pulled out their dicks. I went to sit on the arm separating two chairs. Annette continued to pump that horribly thick cock, one hand playing with his balls and the taint, the other with her own pussy. When the giant started moaning, she laid herself on her back and pulled her knees apart, all the way to touch her nipples. Amine crouched between them and started sliding his dong against her soaked cunt, playing with the tip inside the swollen lips. * Come on, baby, go ahead, fill me all the way, you want it too! Don't stop if I cry, I want it to hurt! He eased himself in slowly, pulling out, coming back, until finally we could see Annette's bottom stretched to its breaking point. She moaned, her eyes closed, her ankles tied on his back. The audience was like paralyzed, breathing heavily. I felt my neighbor's hand on my butt. Anyway, the security guard had completely forgotten his duty and was now standing next to the bed, his eyes lost in the fucking. I eased myself down in the armchair, on the guy's lap. He started masturbating me. I saw Annette open her eyes and smile, and she started moving with Amine, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I could see her shudder and come, then again, then again, within less than a minute. When she felt Amine moving again she froze. * Not yet Amine, pull out, slowly, please. That's it. Thanks, love, I'll give you what you want now. She lifted the bottle of baby oil, which was always ready next to the bed, and poured half of it on Amine's monster. Then she lay down and spread herself again. "I know what you want, Amine. Do it!". My heart was beating in my mouth now. I said "Slow, Amine!". "Oh no," answered Annette, "he wants to tear me apart. I want it too, I want the pain. I want that donkey to ream it in my ass, and he'll do it because he's so hard!" I've never heard such a bloodcurdling yell like the one she let out when Amine entered her. He was so hard that he entered with a single thrust, and came immediately, sperm oozing out. The security then remembered his job and emptied the room. Amine and I had to help Annette walk out while a new group filled the booth. Tears were still flowing from Annette's eyes but she was smiling. Then she surprised me again. Naked in the middle of the crowd in the waiting area, she suddenly dropped to her knees and went down on me, hungrily. In only a matter of a few seconds I came and she didn't let go before she had swallowed all the cum stored during that day. The assistance thought this was a freebie from the management. Needless to say, we had to stay at home the next two days.