I MET a porn producer earlier this year who offered me some work shooting movies and making big money.
The cash that Dave said I could earn sounded great so I signed up with him and got all excited about becoming famous. But the thing is, I’ve not done any filming yet and he’s only offered me some other minor bits of work doing other stuff recently. Last weekend I went off to a big house out in the country with him and he explained that I had been booked to do a striptease and just have a party with a couple of guys for my fee. I thought that was fine and I’ve always liked showing off my curves anyway. When we arrived at the place, Dave led me into what looked like the lounge where there were five men sat around. They were all keen to meet me, with very excited looks on their faces. I was offered a glass of Champagne and the guys seemed really nice and friendly.
But I noticed they were quite a bot older than me – I’m a 22-year-old blonde with 36DD boobs and these fellas were all in their early 50s. Age isn’t really that important to me but I was kind of hoping to meet some young studs on this job – preferably with lots of money too, as I’m a bit of a good-time girl and like the finer things in life. Anyway, I’m also a professional, so when Dave had a quiet word with me that a couple of the blokes would like a more private and intimate party with me upstairs, I agreed.
Me and the two men took another bottle of Champers upstairs and I got them to sit on a huge bed while I seductively stripped out of my tight dress to reveal my black basque and stockings with suspenders.
“I almost came within a few minutes
as his expert tongue
darted inside me”
The fellas were almost drooling as I then bent over right in front of them – exposing my firm, peachy arsecheeks while turning to smile back at them. Then one of the guys came closer and started stroking my stocking-clad thighs while the other man lay back on the bed and fished out his stiff cock before slowly stroking its length.
I felt really in control and turned-on watching him w*nk his eight-incher as the man who’d been feeling my legs then parted my G-string and forced his face into my pussy before hungrily licking and sucking me all over. I almost came within a few minutes as his expert tongue darted inside me. But he stopped and dragged me onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and spreading my legs high and wide before quickly burying his face in my wet crotch again. As my head was in line with the guy who was tossing himself off, I felt the urge to take him in my mouth. I felt such a dirty cow – with one guy licking me out and another with his cock in my mouth – it was amazing!
Then we swapped positions and I was so aroused it all became a bit of a wild sex blur of flesh as I took them alternately in my pussy and mouth and I even let them use some lube on my bum before they gently eased their stiff knobs up me. After the guys had shot their loads all over my face and boobs in a sticky climax I lay back, exhausted but completely satisfied, and thought the whole bedroom scene should have been filmed and released as a porn film.
While it was great fun, I still wasn’t making movies or making pots of cash. I was expecting glamour, travel and hot guys. Am I being taken for a ride ?
TELL Dave that you need to sit down with him and discuss what’s on offer here. This is your livelihood and career. So make it clear that the work so far is not up to scratch and that you’ll be expecting an improvement. There’s plenty of good agents out there that will offer you some glitz and glamour and perhaps a shot at making movies – so he needs to shape up or ship out.
I FEEL stuck in my marriage of seven
My wife works away but when
she decides to come home she just
takes over and disrupts everything
and picks on all the things that I
It all started a year ago when she got this high-flying promotion at the publishing company she works at. The money she was getting was fantastic and on paper it sounded like a brilliant idea. She’s away five days a week and just comes home at weekends. I look after our kids and the dogs and the minute she parks her bum on a dining room chair she picks on everything that I do – or the terrible way I look – saying I could have made more of an effort. And to top it off she talks to me as if I’m a woman and she’s the man – she’s even the one who is more demanding when it comes to sex.
The first time I really noticed this was one Saturday when the children were out playing in the garden. She hitched up her skirt and told me in no uncertain terms to get down on my hands and knees and give her a good tonguing. I’m not a complete pansy and I did enjoy doing it – I remember getting a raging stiffy as she’s a hot-looking woman. But as I’m getting a good mouthful of muff she ordered me to stick a few fingers inside her at the same time, and she even gave me a clip round the ear! All this has left me feeling a shadow of my former self. Please help.
Anon, via email
YOUR missus is revelling in her new level of control. Try talking to her. And if all else fails, turn the tables on her and take the lead for a change. Love Vikki x
Married lover starting to sizzle with wife again
I’VE been seeing a married man
for the last three months and
the sex is amazing.
When I first met him he was very unhappy with his homelife and was sleeping on the couch downstairs while his wife had the marital bed upstairs. As I got to know my married lover better he opened up to me after our sex sessions. We started to discuss the ins and outs of his marriage as it became an easy topic of conversation between us. As I got more and more absorbed in his and his wife’s life and what was going on between them I found I was actually pushing him back to her.
It sounds silly but I really did empathise with her viewpoint – she didn’t like him going down the pub straight from work instead of going back home and spending some time with her. Soon things started to change in their marriage and he started to see me less – which left me a little upset but ultimately he was doing the right thing.
We used to have the wildest bonks you could imagine and explore some dark and erotic fantasies together. I remember one time we had gone out for dinner in the evening and I’d made a point of not wearing any knickers. As we sat there sipping on chilled Champagne and enjoying some lovely, fresh seafood I leant over and told him to drop his fork on the floor, then get under the table to pick it up – making sure he had a good look up my skirt while he was down there. He did exactly as I had told him, but while under the table he moved in, parted my hot thighs and hungrily licked me out for a few seconds.
We were surrounded by a dozen or so unsuspecting fellow diners and loads of staff from the restaurant – which just made the whole scenario so erotic. By the time we got back to his car I was all over him like a rash – grabbing at his stiff cock through the material in his trousers and shoving my tongue down his throat. We ended up shagging like wild animals in his parked up car, it’s a wonder we didn’t get arrested that night!
Now the only problem is their sex life is starting to sizzle again while mine is fizzling out a bit. He recognized that the problems were due to them not spending enough time with each other so he was taking her away for dirty weekends, treating her to all sorts of dildos and sex toys and even buying her lots of really sexy underwear. I was genuinely happy for them initially but as he described that he was furnishing her with regular double penetration sessions using a selection of buzzing vibrators – I started to get jealous.
The other day I had a mouthful of his eight incher and he told me all the lurid details of how she rode him backwards while wearing a pair of crotchless pink panties. He even showed me a picture of his wife the other day and she is the typical horny housewife with a great figure and long, brown hair. It was only yesterday that he was plating me from behind, while feeling my tits when he started yapping on about how she spread her legs on the bed for him and he gave her bum a good seeing-to with a vibrator. I’m feeling left out, what can I do?