Please note the content of this story may prove to be offensive to some readers, if you are under the permitted age or find explicit sexual references offensive read no further. 
 
(Laura finds herself being neglected by a husband whose passion is surfing. Following him around from one venue to another finally turned out to be boring, especially being left all alone at the motel, and when two guys offer her a little fun, she never dreamed where the consequences of her actions would lead her) 
 
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Prologue;
 
 
Widows, well we all know there are many types of widow.
There’s the type who are genuine widows, whose husbands have died.
 
Then there are the other types, the ones left at home whilst hubby goes off in pursuit of his hobby or passion… you know golf, soccer, rugby or hobby, where he gets so engrossed and passionate about it wifie is left at home and never sees him until it’s time to come home.
 
Well I fitted in that category, I was a surfy’s widow. 
 
Peter of course, was real addicted and dedicated to it, talked and lived it every minute of every day, when there was no more surfing to be had for the day, he and his buddies were knocking the tops off a beer or two, or three, well maybe four. By the time he managed to tear himself away from his pals, it was back to the motel, then crash until the sun came streaming through the curtains next morning.
 
Being a surfy’s wife was a lonely one… and that’s what I was a surfy’s wife.
 
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The cast were all standing, waiting to begin. I was wearing a robe to cover my naked body, as were the other cast members, male and female.
 
Shooting was about to begin on another movie, second this week.
 
Camera crews, technicians and directors were scurrying to and fro; it was the usual busy hectic pre shoot situation, just another day at the office.
 
Brad clapped his hands to get our attention
 
“Ok guys, we’re ready to go”
 
I like the rest, slipped my robe off and handed it to one of the assistants.
 
Being naked in front of cameras, and others no longer bothered me; it was part of my job.
 
“Ok guys, take up you’re positions”
 
I took my position next to the bed. Randy Dexter joining me. We smiled at each other. We were ready to start.
 
“Ok folks, lights, camera, and action”
 
“Oh god Anthia, you look so hot tonight” said Randy, stepping closer, his arms reaching around my waist, drawing me close. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach.
 
 
One thing about Randy, it didn’t take long for his manhood to stand to attention.
 
“Oh darling… darling I’ve wanted you so much… kiss me” I replied
 
We started to kiss; his hands dropped to my ass, at the same time I flung my legs around his waist, my thighs gripping him tight.
 
“Oh darling, I’ve got to have you, I must have you” he said
 
I know I know all very corny, but what the heck, the viewers weren’t interested in dialogue 
 
 
“Take me, take me” My response
 
He laid me on the bed, running his hand over my silk smooth thigh.
 
“Open your lovely legs hun… nice and wide… let’s see that gorgeous snatch of yours” murmured Brad, directing
 
“Oh yes.. yes…oh my god yes, perfect” he commented as my legs spread wide apart.
 
Randy’s hand danced over the slit, before his fingers pushed and delved inside
 
“Oh god…oh my god Stefan” (Character name) I murmured, as his fingers probed the warm soft fleshy interior of my pussy.
 
“Mmmm if only your husband could see us now” 
 
Which was kind of ironic, because my husband Danny was watching us from the sidelines.
 
He smiled and winked at me when I glanced in his direction.
 
“Ok babe… let me in there” said Randy, as he knelt between my open legs.
 
I’d watched this a hundred times, if not Randy, some other super stud.
 
I pulled the lips of my pussy apart, to reveal the pink interior. Randy placed his cock at the entrance, pushing and thrusting inside me.
 
“Oh god Stefan… Stefan.. You’re so big” I screamed.
 
“God you’re husband must be nuts not to want and fuck you”
 
Which was also ironic, because my first husband Peter had neglected that, his duty in that respect, and as a consequence that’s why I was here today.
Confused? Well ok I can understand.. so let me start at the beginning. 
 
 
 
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Fishermen’s Cove, another town, another beach with good surfing conditions, surfing conditions my husband Peter loved. This was another stop off on the surfing calendar. We'd been following the circuit for the last two months; the surf at most of the beaches had been conducive in making this year one of the best. Peter was an ardent surfer and was well placed so far. The problem was I didn't share his enthusiasm for surfing, day after day and sitting around just watching was not exactly my idea of having a good time. I could only do so much surfing, and then I became bored and had to find something else to do. 
 
. "Ok honey, see ya later" He would shout, as he hoisted his board onto the back of the Holden ute, and was gone. 
 
For me it was another day playing the Surfy Widow...and all day to do it. 
 
There was no need to hurry. It was hot outside; the mercury would be high once again. I took my time showered and lounged around, becoming more and more bored and wishing the circuit was finished and we could all go home again. This of course was not going to happen; Peter still had a few more beaches and surfs to hit. Besides even when we got home, Peter would be remembering and reviewing where he went wrong and what he could do to improve for next year.... that’s assuming he did not take out the title this year. He was doing pretty well, but he was up against some of the world's best, and they took no prisoners, at the end of the week we had an eight hundred mile journey to the next venue. 
 
 
I ventured outside the unit, pondering what and where to go today, beach, shopping, well I was getting a little bored with that as well. 
 
There was couple that were packing their car, making ready to leave for their next part of the journey to who knows where. A couple of guys, who were in an upstairs unit directly opposite us, were leaning over the balcony, casually chatting. They saw me, smiled and gave a friendly wave. I returned the gesture, then still bored, went back inside. 
 
I tried to settle, tried to find something or somewhere to go but came up with nothing. I felt like letting out a big, loud scream. 
 
The boredom was driving me mad, I decided on a swim and went to the pool; at least I could enjoy swimming and feel cool. Now my bikini did little to hide from view those parts of the body men liked to dream and fantasize about, however my bath robe kept all that from view until I reached the pool. It was obvious most, if not all the motel patrons were out doing something, other than swimming or hanging around the motel. 
 
The water offered some good relief from the hot overhead sun as I swam length after length; swimming was what I was good at, with Peter it was surfing, me it was swimming. 
 
I found a nice lounger under a sun umbrella and stretched out to let the hot air dry my wet body. My dreamy condition was interrupted by the voices coming toward me. 
 
"Oh hi there, you not out at the beach watching the surfing honey" the voice said. It was one of the two guys from the unit upstairs opposite ours, the ones who had waved to me earlier, one white guy and the other black. 
 
"Oh no I'm afraid I've had my fill of surfing right now, I have quite a bit more to go yet" I replied. 
 
"Bored eh?" the white guy said. 
 
Well you could say that" 
 
"Heh, I'm Brad" said the white guy "And this is Leroy" indicating to the black guy. 
 
"Please to meet you Brad and Leroy...I'm Paula...my husbands name is
Peter...he's at the...." 
 
"Beach...surfing" Brad interrupted 
 
"Yeh that's right how did you know" I asked 
 
"We've seen him coming and going over the past few days" 
 
"Yeh well that's what he enjoys doing, spends most of his time at it" I said rather sourly. 
 
"And what do you like doing Paula" Leroy asked, with a grin 
 
"Ho I don't know, just enjoying myself I guess" 
 
"Hm, sorry but you don't seem to be enjoying yourself just now, do you?" said Brad. 
 
"Well I guess its all part of being the wife of a surfy" I replied. 
 
"Hm well I think it's a great shame for any guy to take off and leave a beautiful woman like you all alone...it sure is shameful" Leroy replied. 
 
"Yes well as I said its all part of being the wife of a surfy" 
 
"Hey look we're going up the coast this afternoon, going to do a little snorkelling and scuba diving, you're welcome to join us if you want, hell its better than waiting around here...you ever done any snorkelling Paula" 
 
"Why yes I have, but I don't get much opportunity these day's" I said 
 
"Well as I said you're quite welcome to tag along, we'll give you a call before we leave" said Brad and then they turned and left, left me to consider whether to go or not. 
 
Hell I hadn't snorkelled of dived for ages; maybe it would be fun, better than wasting time around a motel room. 
 
The drive up the coast in an open top four-wheel drive was fun in itself. Feeling the warm air over my body and hair billowing out, with two good-looking young guys had me feeling just great. 
 
The afternoon could not have been better and at long last, away from that unit. I felt like a freed prisoner out on parole for the day. 
 
The snorkelling and diving were perfect and the waters were crystal clear further up the coast and away from the surf, suddenly I realised I was missing all this. 
 
The guys were great company, even though they seemed to ask a lot of personal probing questions. 
 
They were easy to talk to and I'd more or less confided in them that
Peter and I had not been having a great sex life lately; in fact it had pretty much been none existent over the past few months. 
 
"Don't you miss having sex Paula...I mean such a great looking gal like you and dare I say it, such a great body...surely you could have the pick of the guys" said Brad. 
 
"Oh heck I don't know...I guess I just haven't looked or bothered about it that's all" I replied 
 
"So you don't miss having sex is that it" asked Leroy 
 
"I didn't say that...I do miss it... just put it out of my mind, that's all" I said 
 
They didn't push the issue; apart from saying it was a great shame. 
 
Brad or Leroy took video coverage of us all swimming and diving, and together on the beach, and one set on auto with me in the middle and them with their arms around my waist, all very innocent. 
 
On the way back they asked what I did for a living, where did I work?
 
“Oh I do what I can, it’s hard to pin a job down with Peter nearly always on the circuits, I do temp work when I can get it, and waitressing when I can” 
 
“And you guys…what do you do for a crust?” I asked in return.
 
“Oh we are in the movie industry…movie makers” Brads reply
 
“Oh yeah… and how many girls have you worked that line on guys” I asked. “It’s like I’m a surgeon, or lawyer… you know try and impress them eh?
 
“No, no… we really are in the movie business” Brad insisted.
 
I looked at them quizzically.
 
I could also see they were a little uncertain as to tell me more.
 
Brad looked at Leroy for advice…and Leroy pondered whether to tell me or not.
 
“What do you think Leroy…should we?” he asked
 
“Tell me…. tell me what?” I asked inquisitively.
 
 “Hmm I don’t see why not” the reply
 
“Well we are… um…er… in the porn movie business” he eventually said.
 
“Oh I see well….” I had no answer to that. I just smiled.
 
There was silence for a while… then
 
“You know you’d be ok in the porn industry” Brad
 
“Hmmm yeah you have all the right credentials” Leroy
 
“Ever thought about making one… a porn movie that is?”
 
I contemplated the question.
 
“Well I’ve watched them before… I’m not a nun, and must confess I’ve been turned on a bit by them, but I don’t think I would want to make one, it’s one thing to think about it, it’s another to actually do it”
 
“It’s easy, if you like sex…. And I think you do… you just have sex with a guy and we film the act, you get paid to do it… that’s the bonus”
 
“Hmmm no… I don’t think it’s for me…I’d be too embarrassed, getting undressed and performing sex in front of a camera”
 
“It can be a little unnerving to start with… but you’d be surprised haw quickly you forget the cameras once under way” Brad said. Trying to assure me.
 
“Why not give it a try, tomorrow up in our room…. We have enough equipment for a trial… what do you say?”
 
It was tempting and I gave it some thought, they could sense I was wavering, but in the end I said 
 
“No…no I just couldn’t do it”
 
“Hmmm well that’s a shame we both feel you could be good at it”
 
“With a little help and educating from us”
 
“You sure?” said Brad trying to change my mind.
 
“No… no I guess I’ll just go on being the lonely bored surfy widow”
 
 
I have to say I was somewhat disappointed that our day out had come to an end and we were back to the motel, god today had been one of my most enjoyable since we started the circuit. The guys dropped me off at my unit, said how they had enjoyed having me with them and disappeared into their own room. Making no more comment about porn movies. Our unit was quiet, Peter still out with his pals, knocking back a few beers. God I'd really enjoyed today I thought to myself. 
 
They had hired a boat for the following day and were going to go out to the reef and dive, said it was a place of tranquil beauty and clear water, and I was invited. 
 
I kept thinking about my two new friends, they seemed real cool guys and had taken an interest in me, they'd asked plenty of personal questions, but had not made a play for me, apart from asking me to make a porn movie with them.
 
 
 Left to my own thoughts I started to have little fantasies about the two of them as I lay in bed waiting for Peters return. 
 
"Hi honey, how was your day...god I came that close.... that close" he said and then proceeded to tell how unlucky he had been in not getting second placing for his efforts during the day. Yada… yada… yada, I turned my mind off and thought about my two new friends, touching and fingering my pussy as I did so. I realised I was quite wet down there. Making a porn movie was exciting me. Then I realized Peter had stopped his chatter and was sound asleep, snore, snore, snore. Life never changes I thought.
 
It was another bright sunny hot day… Peter had gone and I was loafing around the motel unit… bored as usual.
 
There was a knock at the door.
 
“Hey gorgeous… you ready to go diving.” It was Brad
 
“Oh er yes…be right with you”
 
I hurriedly thrust some clothing and body lotions into a carry pack.
 
“Come on we’re wasting valuable time” said Leroy grinning.
 
 
The boat was bigger than I thought it would be, a real deep-sea effort, could live on board and travel the islands quite comfortably.
 
Large living areas and a galley any cordon blue chef would die for, the master bedroom was a work of art, just as big as our motel unit, as was the huge bed. 
 
“Nice big bed eh? Brad commented with a grin
 
“Yeah a real beaut” I replied, knowing what he was thinking.
 
“Lets dive” he said
 
The diving and fishing was great and it had not gone unnoticed, that the guys had continually ogled my bikini clad body, making little gestures to each other, gestures they thought I had not seen, both under and out of the water. I smiled inwardly I knew what they were thinking and what they wanted. It came as no surprise when they made their play. 
 
I dried off and donned my blouse and skirt 
 
"You know that is one wasted body honey...it really is" said Brad smiling "Are you telling me that husband is depriving you of some much needed pleasures" 
 
"Well yes, yes he is...as I said it's a long time since he and I enjoyed a good session together" I replied. 
 
"Well you don't need to deprive yourself of that pleasure sweetheart...me and Brad...well we could help you out there if you wished" a big know what I'm saying grin spreading across Leroy's face. 
 
I did not reply immediately, I just absorbed what he had just said and the implications. 
 
"Er what are you saying here guys...you mean...me and you fellah’s we... kinda get together 
 
"Yeh...we go below and use that big soft bed, it's a great bed.... just going to waste, it's just shouting out for you, Leroy and me, we can all have some fun together...real fun, you know what I'm saying, but hey it's entirely up to you sweetheart" he said winking 
 
I bit my lip and thought about it, should I or shouldn't I, I was tempted very tempted, the thought of a romp on that big bed, with two guys. My heart was pounding body trembling. I wanted to, I just needed that extra nudge in the right direction. 
 
"Could even make a bit of a porno movie, just to add a little spice to it, would be a good way to finish our holiday and take some good memories back with us, hell your husband will never find out where you've been or what you've been up to, it would be for our eyes only, better than hanging around that motel unit all day, don't you think." 
 
“So we’re back to that are we… a porn movie?” 
 
“Yeh we’re still of the opinion you’d be good at it” Leroy.
 
Long after Peter had gone to sleep…last night… well a coma really. I’d fantasised about making a movie.
 
Now my delay in not answering told them that I hadn’t entirely ruled it out.
 
“Oh god I don’t know… god a porn movie, it won’t be posted on the web or anything will it… it’s just a private thing isn’t it?”
I asked.
 
“It is… just for private viewing…you’re husband will never know”
 
I sat contemplating for a moment.
 
"I think you'd enjoy it, it will be fun, come on let's go below, let's do something exciting and daring" said Brad, grabbing my hand and leading me below. 
 
It was all I needed; I gave no resistance apart from a brief "Hell I don't know if I should be doing this guy's...I mean I'm married" it was a feeble attempt at saying no, I really didn't believe myself, and neither did they...they knew I wanted it and wanted it bad. I was desperate to carry out their wishes. 
 
"Heh Paula come on...live a little...don't deprive yourself of some fun and pleasure...its gona be great...trust me" said Brad. As I let him drag me down to the bedroom 
 
I sat on the big soft bed, with a concerned look on my face. Shit am I really doing this I asked myself, as Brad searched for the camera. 
 
It was far more than just a hand held camera, besides the hand held, which looked like a professional one and very expensive, there was another, which they set on a tripod, and lighting… this was going to be far more than just an amateur vid for home movies. I sat there watching as they plugged in all the special equipment
 
“You sure this is just for your private viewing” I asked
 
 
“Yeah… yeah but we have all the right equipment with us we thought we might as well use it”
 
Just how gullible and dumb could I get?
 
 
“Ok Leroy will be the guy who…er who…”
 
“Gets to fuck me” I concluded for him.
 
He smiled and replied, “Yeah gets to fuck you first”
 
I was starting to have second thoughts about all this. The equipment was all set, now they were just waiting for me.
 
“Oh god I don’t think I can do this… really I declared.
 
“Hey honey, its gona be ok…trust me,” said Brad now sitting next to me on the bed, and putting a comforting arm around my shoulder.
 
“I know you’re a little scared and apprehensive right now, most new girls are, it’s only natural. You’ve taken the first step, now take the next” His other hand slipping under my shirt and squeezing one of my breasts
 
“Mmmmm that feels great, firm, but soft, and that nipple is nice and hard” He remarked
 
“Here let me help you” Taking hold of my shirt and lifting it over my head.
 
“See, one step at a time”
 
“Now lie back on the bed and I’ll take your skirt off for you”
 
I lay back, my heart pounding, as his hands took control and removed my skirt. 
 
Now it was only mi bikini top and bikini bottoms.
 
“See, we are almost there hun” he said smiling.
 
With a little more help my top and bottom were removed.
 
I felt embarrassed lying naked on the bed, my Brazilian cunt there in full view.
 
“Ohhh god this is better than I thought” remarked Brad.
 
“All smooth and bald as” running his fingers over my slit.
 
“Now let me get a few still shots… get you accustomed to it eh?”
 
“Ok hun, legs apart, knees up” 
 
I posed as instructed, his still shot camera clicked away.
 
“Great… great” he kept saying as he got me to pose in many different positions.
 


”Oh yes, yes that’s it babe… great, great… you’re a natural babe” 
 
After a few minutes of clicking, he was right I didn’t feel quite as bad, but still a little nervous.
 
“Ok hun… the real deal”
 
This was it, Leroy and I.
 
“Now Leroy is gona step out of his shorts and join you on the bed, just do what comes natural, Leroy or I will give instructions when necessary” 
 
 
He pointed the camera in my direction. I saw the little red light come on, as it started to record. 
 
"Hi this is Brad and the girl is Paula, Paula is about to make a movie with Leroy and myself, a naughty movie...is that right Paula" he asked. 
 
I felt somewhat self-conscious and a little embarrassed as I smiled for the camera and nodded with a quiet "Yes" 
 
"Mmmmm, nice pussy sweetheart, bet it's nice and tight right now eh...Leroy's gona take great delight in opening it up a little for you...first fuck you've had in a while, eh honey?" Brad said. Again I nodded and gave a shy smile. 
 
I smiled nervously at the lens. 
 
 
Leroy dropped his shorts revealing his manhood. I could see why he was in the porn industry, as he joined me on the bed, kneeling next to me.
 
His cock was almost in my face, as I reached for it, feeling the warm soft flesh in my hand.
 
I was starting from scratch, working and gently squeezing the shaft.
 
“Put it in you’re mouth hun” said Leroy
 
Responding to his instruction I put it in my mouth sucking it, and my hand working it at the same time.
 
It was having the desired effect, as I felt it start to stiffen, getting bigger and bigger and harder.
 
“Mmmmmmm” I mumbled as it filled and grew.
 
“Oh yes babe…yes, yes, that’s the way, go baby go, suck it babe suck it” 
 
“Yes, yes, yes babe you’re doing just great” Brad murmured as he held the camera on the action
 
The shaft looked magnificent now that it was hard, so big, so round and so black. Veins like vines up its length, pumping the blood that gave it its strength, the rounded corona at the top, the slit and the eye, the eye from which his warm sperm would eventually spew, like hot molten lava, flow deep inside me. I tried to take it as far down my throat as possible, gagging slightly in my efforts. My hand working the big shaft, fingers gently holding, massaging and squeezing his balls, balls that contained the warm fluid that would eventually erupt. My tongue licking it like some giant lollypop, licking the slit on the top, a taste of pre-cum, then again devouring its length, sucking, licking, hand working it hard.
 
"Oh yes, oh yes...that's good baby.... that’s soooo good baby...you know how to suck cock" Said Leroy. I did, I'd done it so many times before with Peter...that was in the early days. I knew exactly how he liked his cock sucked. 
 
"How does it feel having a nice cock in your mouth again honey" Brad asked, keeping the camera focused on my mouth, as I sucked at Leroy's cock. 
 
"Mmmmm..... mmmmm" Nodding my approval. "Good honey you just keep sucking it...you're looking good on camera" said Brad. 
 
He moved the camera, now catching my facial expressions; expressions of sheer pleasure and delight. 
 
"Here let me get that nice tight pussy of yours all worked up and ready for me eh?" Leroy said. 
 
Lying on my back, Leroy spread my legs, letting the camera zoom in to get a good view of my pussy that was oozing wet, and then Leroy's fingers as they slid inside working at my slit. I just lay there, passively, my eyes closed, waiting and enjoying the moment, enjoying something I had not experienced in quite a long time. Eyes open once again, open so that I could see his hand and delving fingers between the V formed by my open legs, as the other hand squeezed and massaged my breast and nipple. Oh god I was getting so so worked up. My pussy was opening up, pink and wet. 
 
"Mmm....nnnn.... ohhhhh...ahhhhhhh" was all I could whimper, his finger continued massaging and playing with my clit, giving me immense pleasure. God I wanted him...I wanted this guy to fuck me so much...I was on fire, as I writhed and twisted, raising my hips and trying hard to impale myself further and further onto his fingers. 
 
 
 
 
I could hear the slurping sound his fingers made as he worked and played with my pussy. 
 
His strong firm hands slid to my buttocks, lifting my ass off the bed, he buried his face in my pussy, a warm lizard like tongue sliding, and delving and exploring my slit...he was eating me. Eating me like a ripe melon. 
He could taste the honey I was producing; the more he licked, the more I produced. My head was thrashing from side to side...I was moaning...deep in a euphoric haze, a haze I had not known for some time. 
 
Having had his fill he said "Oh you're about ready honey...you ready for Leroy's hard cock...would you like me to fuck you now, eh?" 
 
Someone was screaming at him...wanting to be fucked...it had to be me...I was still very much in that euphoric haze and dizzy with desire. "Ok honey, let's get this thing inside you, spread em wide, as wide as you can get em love" he said, at the same time his hands were pressing against my knees, helping to spread my legs. I was propped on my elbows, I wanted to see this part, wanted to watch as his hard cock, came nearer and see it vanish inside me. My heart was racing, pumping like crazy as he came nearer. My hand reached out for it, wanting it. I wanted to feel it in my hand, feel its throbbing energy, my fingers curled around the hard shaft; I gave it a gentle loving squeeze and guided him toward his prize, the prize he'd been wanting all along. The prize lay cradled between my thighs, thighs with skin as smooth as silk, soft to the touch. Oh yes he wanted it all right, wanted it as much as I wanted his large, hard cock. 
 
Oh my god, it looked so big, as it drew near, I could feel it warm and pulsating as it made contact with my pussy lips. 
 
"Oh, oh, oh, nnnn" It was about to go in. 
 
"I'll just ease it in for you honey.... you’re gona feel good...real good once it's in. Then we'll have some real fun eh" he said, the camera, picking up every detail, every word. 
 
He was going to play with me, tease me. I watched as he pushed the head in, it felt good real good, at last after all these months without it, I was going to see this beautiful black cock slip inside of me.... I gripped the fabric of bed cover tight, took a deep breath and waited...but no. 
 
I looked at his face, he was smiling, teasing, pulling back, then placing the head just far enough in for me to feel its width and warmth, he kept on teasing me with it, the more he did it the more 
I wanted it. 
 
"Hmmm, you like that honey, does that make you feel good...you want
Leroy to fuck you with it, eh is that what you want" taunting, teasing 
 
I was shaking with excitement, looking at him, pleading with him. With the camera always on me, watching my every move, every expression, continuing to record every little gesture. 
 
"Oh god Leroy, go on, do it, do it, fuck me please, fuck me" it wasn't a request; I was now begging him for it. 
 
"OK honey here we go" and this time I watched it slowly sink inside of, inch by beautiful inch until it was no more. It was fully inside, 
 
I could feel its length and width, it’s throbbing, pulsating fullness. 
 
Gasping with joy as he rocked back and forth. I watched the shaft as it withdrew; all wet and shiny, covered with my own body fluid, fluid my pussy was producing. Just when it was at its zenith it made its way back, back deep inside again. It all seemed in slow motion, but in fact it was quick, deep and fast. There was that voice again, screaming, shouting, hands gripping the sheets, head thrashing form side to side.
 
"Oh...oh....uh....uh....ah....ah..." on and on, matched with every thrust of his cock. The slap, slap, slap, and the slurp, slurp, slurp as it raced in and out, his balls and loins slapping against my bum. I knew I was being fucked, fucked like I'd never been fucked before. His hands, now gripping my ankles, lifting my legs up and keeping them spread apart...still the continuing, slap, slap, slap, slurp, slurp, slurp. The bed bouncing, squeaking, reverberating to our torrid lovemaking 
 
"Oh god...oh no...oh...oh" I couldn't help myself. The euphoria was so great I never wanted it to stop. It was he who was in total command, he was like an animal, his cock continually thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting, my hands clenching his arm...fingers and nails digging into his flesh. My legs bent or shaped whichever way he wanted or desired them, first thrown one way, then the other. My eyes closed one minute, then wide open as I gazed upon his erection as it slammed and thrust inside me.
 
 "Oh god...oh yes...oh Leroy...Leroy....I love it...I love 
it....fuck me...fuck me please fuck me" the voice was shouting. He himself was filled with lust and desire. His own breath coming in gasps and hisses as he thrust in time and time again. 
 
He rolled me over, over onto my stomach. I support myself on bended arms, my ass pulled to suit the angle of penetration, supported on my knees; I spread my legs, allowing an easy access. 
 
"Oh god...oh god" I'm still shouting and screaming. The camera is on my face taking in my expressions, expressions that show concern, concern that what I'm doing may be seen by Peter my husband, expression of guilt, guilt that I should not be here, not like this and expressions of sheer joy, joy at being fucked. Behind me, the view of Leroy, holding my hips tight, pulling me hard against his cock, humping, humping. My tits like wobbling jellies, swinging like pendulums too and fro, my flesh vibrates like ripples on the water, a reaction to his continual inward thrusting. My mouth opens to form a large O, as the orgasm hits me like a shockwave. “Ohhhh god” I scream
 
"You like that Paula...you like Leroy's big cock fucking you honey" 
 
"Oh...yes...yes...I love it I love it" I manage to gasp and smile for the camera. 
 
"When Leroy's finished with you honey...I'm gona take over...you want me to fuck you honey" It was Brad, his shorts and undies removed, his cock sticking upward, he was still holding the camera, still taking in all the action
 
"Oh yes, yes, please, that would be great" I say, my enthusiasm to have him obvious, again smiling into the camera. 
 
Leroy has me on my back once more, he's going fast and he's going deep, at the last second he pulls out, and I watch as it erupts, and a stream of warm white fluid erupts and warm white fluid shoots around my pussy; I'm covered in his cum. Now he takes hold of his cock rubs it in the sperm he has just ejected, then pushes his cock back inside me, this he does about six times, his finger now feeling and thrusting into my pussy, pushing his cum further into my slit, he is finally finished with me. 
 
"Shit that was just fantastic Paula...god you're such a great fuck honey...Peter doesn't appreciate you sugar...such a shame" 
 
The camera changes hands and now its Brads smiling face I see above me.
 
I keep my legs spread apart. “Time for part two honey” says Brad, with hand on his hard erection, placing it at the entrance and thrusting into me. Once more the bed begins to bounce...more slap, slap, slap. That voice again still moaning, still screaming. Oh god I love it. 
 
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Brad was looking into the smiling face of Paula a look of delight, enjoyment. God he loved doing what he did. He and Leroy had cottoned on to this little game some time ago. Follow the big sports programs around the country, there was always one, maybe more than one woman looking for a bit of cock, cock that was being denied them by their husbands or partners. Hubby was too interested; too involved in his sport or pastime to care about the little woman, the little woman that wasn't getting enough dick, and to say the least… frustrated, they knew how to capitalize on it… a great way to get new recruits, new converts. They'd done this many times before, knew which women to approach and how to handle them. Persuade them to videotape the activity, then sell, post or download the tape on the Internet. They had a great little business and porn site going, for a modest fee anyone could dial in and download...all worldwide. 
 
Men and even women all over the world would be tuned in to the action only moments after posting. It could all be downloaded; guys with lustful thought watching the action. It may be that two guys were fucking Paula physically, but besides that there were thousands mentally fucking her, cuming inside her, or upon her. 
 
They didn't care if the boyfriend/husband found the site and watched their wives getting fucked. If the husband liked to watch porn movies, there was a good chance that sooner or later they would stumble upon their site and see what the wife was up to when they were doing their thing, serves them right for neglecting such beautiful women. God that Red Head had been hot last week, begging for it and scream, boy did she scream...husband was into motor racing...far too busy to give her a good fuck once in a while. Well he and Leroy were just the guys to do it...they were offering a service...god the husband should be paying them for fucking their wives, keeping them happy. Yes I just love my work he said to himself as he kept thrusting into Paula...listening to her scream...begging him to fuck harder, deeper, faster...just wait till hubby sees this on the net. He smiles a wicked little smile at 
Paula, thinking about it. He felt quite confident he had a convert here.
 
Just like Leroy before him, he’d had Paula in just about every position, Brad was ready to cum, like Leroy he pulled out at the last second and let a copious amount of his sperm spew all over her back and ass, running down the crack between her cheeks. Leroy making sure that the camera caught the action as it trickled and slid. She rolled on her stomach. The camera recording the wet sticky mess, left behind form the guys. 
 
"I'll get you a towel honey, better clean yourself up, don't want hubby seeing you with my cum all over you do you" said Brad. 
 
We hear the throb of a diesel engine as another boat passes us by.
Someone shouts a greeting, but we are too intensely preoccupied to make any reply. Our boat rocks gently on the wake left by its passing. 
 
*********
 
We watched the fruits of our afternoons activity, all this in the motel unit, all linked up to the TV.
 
The boat had long been returned to the marina and we had made our way back. I’d been invited by the guys to stay and watch the last two days of sun and frolicking with them. We were all now lying on the bed propped up against the pillows, all naked. The fingers of one hand thrust into my wet pussy, whilst another hand fondling my breasts. The guys had been hard for some time; I held an erection in each hand, slowly working the shafts up and down as we watched. 
 
It was only natural that watching a replay was going to get them all worked up again, along with me. I also knew that as soon as the tape had run its course the guys were going to want me again, and I wasn't 
going to stop them...we all knew and understood where we were headed. 
 
"Turn the camera from play to record Leroy...let Paula see herself getting fucked on TV" Brad said, and with that we started on part two. I have to say watching myself as it happened on TV was a great buzz. 
 
“You know you’d make a great porn star Paula, I can see it all now. Tiffany Styles… pop porn movie star” Holding his hand apart to give emphasis.
 
I laughed. “Don’t be silly… I could never do that” my reply.
 
“No I mean it… you should give it serious consideration”
 
I said thanks but no thanks, then the guys thanked me for being such a good sport, loved fucking me and said to give their regards to Peter, which I said I'd give a miss, I quickly made my way back to my own place, passing the other units, the sound coming from their TV's. I wondered how many others were doing what I had just done, if only hotel units could talk. Peter would soon be returning. I had just finished showering when he walked in. 
 
"Hi honey...how's things...you had a good day" He asked 
 
"Peter you wouldn't believe me if I told you" I said. 
 
"Ho, as good as that eh...I'm glad for you" he said then burst into his own rhetoric as to how his day had gone and how he'd been robbed of third place, bla, bla, bla. 
 
I lay in bed playing and fondling my pussy, recalling what a lovely day I'd had with my friends Brad and Leroy. God I hope they don't show that video around, what if Peter ever got to see it...it was my only concern to what had otherwise been a perfect day. 
 
Early next morning, the pick-up was packed and ready to go; we were moving on to the next venue. The guys were hanging over the balcony watching us. I looked up at them, and then hiding my actions from Peter gave them a friendly smile and a wave. They responded with a thumb's up, a wave and blew me a kiss. I smiled back in the knowledge at what had happened between them and me. 
 
The truck turned left onto Belgrove Avenue and headed north toward our next destination. The Cheshire cat had nothing on me as I closed my eyes and thought wonderful thoughts. I wondered if there was another Brad and Leroy at our next stop. 
 
Eventually the surf season for Peter came to an end. He'd managed a third overall and vowed he would do better next year. I thought third was pretty good considering the opposition had been real fierce this year. I also thought about Leroy and Brad. I had an awful lot of emotions about the whole thing. I'd enjoyed doing what I did with them, but I also had a guilt complex and was worried in case Pete got to see me on one of the porn sites. I know the guys had promised it was just a little movie for their pleasure but somehow I did not believe or trust them. I'd already browsed some of the sites but had come up with nothing, but then again there are an awful lot of sites.
 
 
As the time passed, I started to feel safe about the whole affair. Pete and I got back to routine. I got sex when he had time for it; most of his energy was consumed with next year's event, and then it happened. 
 
It was the night he'd been out with his buddies, a male evening. When he returned he seemed different, not nasty different, just somehow different, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. 
 
 
He was with Crunch, one of his buddies, I’d never really liked him, and he was a sleaze bag. Had that look in his eye, whenever I was around, could feel his eyes undressing me, and I didn’t particularly like the grin and look he had on his face right now.
 
Something was up, and I had a strange feeling I knew what.
 
“Got any cold beer in the fridge” he asked dourly.
 
“Yes of course we do… you know that hun” I replied, now becoming somewhat concerned.
 
“Get Crunch and I one will ya” 
 
It was the manner in which he said it, that had alarm bells ringing.
 
“Sure hun” I replied, trying to keep a calmness in my voice.
 
“You want anything to eat with it” I asked, being friendly.
 
“No… just the beer… you can get us something to eat after”
 
“After?” I replied quizzically “After what?”
 
“Just after” his dour reply.
 
Oh boy… something was definitely up.
 
I deposited two cold beers in front of them. I was about to leave, when Peter grabbed my wrist saying.
 
“Sit down” and roughly pulled me next to him.
 
“Hey hun what’s wrong… what’s up?” I asked
 
“You tell me?” his reply, taking a swig of beer, and winking at Crunch.
 
This didn’t sound good.
 
It was then that Peter’s hand went to my leg and slowly worked its way up my thigh, taking with it the hem of my skirt, to reveal my blue panties. 
 
This seemed to please Crunch, a grin spreading across his face.
 
My hand went to cover Peters to stop him from any further activity.
 
“Peter… stop” I cried.
 
“Why…. I thought this is what you liked… tell me this is what you like?” he asked, taking another mouth full of beer. 
 
This time Crunch winked at Peter, it was like some conspiracy, between them.
 
Trying to hold back his advancing hand was impossible, my skirt was now well up, and my thighs and panties in full view. All this excited Crunch and I could see he had an erection. God what was going on here?
 
“Peter, Peter stop, what’s got into you”
 
He just grinned. “It’s not so much as to what’s got into me, but what got into you”
 
“What do you mean, what on earth are you talking about?” I asked
 
He nodded and indicated with his bottle of beer to Crunch.
 
“Show her Crunch, remind her, she seems to have a bit of a memory lapse”
 
Grinning and adjusting his jeans, Crunch stood and made to the video player. A moment later it was loaded and he pointed the control, pushing the start button.
 
It was obviously a porn movie, and I wondered why Peter was showing it now… then it became perfectly clear 
 
“Now then Paula… or should I call you Tiffany… Tiffany Styles” Said Peter.
 
The name ran around in my head for a moment, Tiffany, Tiffany Styles, now where had I heard that name before.
 
The misty cloud was slowly clearing, oh god yeah, now I was remembering. My blood freezing, and an awful sickness in my stomach.
 
Tiffany Styles had been the name Brad had suggested I might use if I became a porn star…. Ohhhh shit!
 
The start of the movie was the usual, copyrights etc. The age of eighteen to be able to watch it. The use of condoms to promote safe sex… a moment, then it came to life.
 
“Sex at Sea”, the title, introducing Tiffany Styles, with the support of Brad Melford and Leroy Groves, then moving to the movie itself.
 
Oh god, it was all there, they had edited it pretty good, even using our time together on the beach, manipulating what I had said and integrating it with the story line.
 
Crunch couldn’t hide his delight, his gaze consistently changing from the movie to me. Grinning and winking at me, and blowing kisses
 
“Turn it off Peter… please turn it off” I begged
 
“Why…why should we do that TIFFANY” he replied, exaggerating the Tiffany part. 
 
“Oh god” I moaned as the movie showed Leroy enter me.
 
“Whow, what do you think of that Crunch, does that get you all excited?” Another swig of beer.
 
“Hu, hu, hu” he laughed “It sure does Peter…gets me real horny” His reply, rubbing the bulge in his crotch.
 
Peter had been entertaining Crunch, by having my skirt well up around my waist, his hand had been between my thighs, rubbing my panty covered slit. The movie was best part over, when he rose, grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet.
 
“Come on you little whore, let’s see just how good you are?”
 
“What you doing, stop, please you’re hurting me” I cried.
 
“Come on bitch” He shouted, and dragged me down the hallway.
 
He flung open the bedroom door, and thrust me inside, closely followed by Crunch.
 
Oh god… oh god no. I thought to myself. I knew what was about to happen.
 
The door was closed, and I faced two randy, lustful men.
 
Peter tugged and pulled his “Surfing is heaven” T-shirt over his head, and started to unbuckle his jeans.
 
“Get your gear off whore” he said.
 
“No Peter, please not this, I’m sorry, I…..”
 
“Get your fucking gear off” he screamed venom, in his voice.
 
It was so loud. So venomous it rocked me back.
 
I tore frantically at my top, pulling it over my head, then next my skirt, standing before them in bra and panties.
 
Both Crunch and Peter now in underpants only, they were of no use to hide Crunches enthusiasm toward me.
 
“Come on the rest of it whore” said Peter.
 
I undid my bra, slipping out of it and letting it drop to the floor alongside my top and skirt. Next I took hold of my panties and slipped them down, and kicking them free.
 
I stood before these hungry wolves, as they slowly ogled my body, up, down…then down, up, taking in every curve and every cranny. The Cheshire cat, Crunch, never stopping from grinning and smiling.
 
I felt awkward and embarrassed, standing there.
 
“Well what do you think?” he asked Crunch “Better in the flesh than on video, there’s nothing like the real thing eh?” 
 
Crunch could only mumble, stare, and nod his head.
 
Peter took a couple of paces and placed himself right beside me, an arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer. I felt his warm breath on my neck and ear, kissing and licking. His hand went to my breast and he began to massage and squeeze.
 
Whispering in my ear “Now tell me you don’t like this… I dare you”.
 
Under normal circumstances, and with him I would have, but those times were very rare these days. 
 
My eyes were on Crunch, as Peter’s hand explored my body. Squeezing my breasts, delving between my thighs.
 
A wolf, hungry and wanting to be fed, waiting for the leader of the pack, Peter, to give the order.
 
“This next part you’re gona love honey”
 
Turning his attention to Crunch.
 
“Ok pal, you’ve waited so long for this”
“Well, go on, go and try it, feel the real thing” he said, with a nod of the head.
 
Oh shit, not Crunch, not this ass hole.
 
A moment later his grinning face was almost upon mine, his body so close I could feel its warmth and smell his breath and body odour.
 
A hot clammy hand cupped my breast, squeezing it.
 
I flinched as he did so.
 
“Oh god Peter she is so hot” he declared
 
“You like that Crunch?”
 
“Oh god yeah, yeah I do” his reply, as he became bolder.
 
He took the breast in his mouth and began to suckle it, his tongue making a circle around the nipple.
 
I felt like throwing up, his hand making its way down my body, and pushing between my thighs, a finger tracing the slit, before being pushed inside me.
 
“Ohhhh god” he sighed, his face only and inch from mine, lips closing on mine, and then he was kissing me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. His other hand on my butt, squeezing, as his fingers pushed in and out, finger fucking.
 
There was a brief moment when he withdrew the fingers. He managed to manoeuvre and drop his shorts. What I felt next was his warm hard manhood, as he rubbed it between and against my thighs.
 
“Oh god honey, you are soooo, soooo hot” he breathed, pushing me back onto the bed, landing on top of me.
 
Resuming his passionate kissing, his legs, forced my legs apart, and then the fullness of his erection as he entered me.
 
“Ohhhh god” I cried, as he worked it inside. He was going at it full tilt. His ass rose and fell, repeatedly, his hard cock like a jackhammer, thrusting fast and furious. This was not going to be a long lasting sex session. It was full of lust and desire, a lust and desire that had simmered inside him for years. I was wrong, very wrong.
 
I always knew what was on his mind, all those little innuendoes, and subtle hints of his at parties. He so much wanted to get into my pants, and now here I was, a gift handed to him courteously from Peter.
 
Now you may well ask, why did I do it, why not just up and off?
 
I really don’t know. Yeah I should have done just that.
 
Was it fear of Peter, or was it guilt on my part? Did I think that by carrying out this masquerade, it would give me some relief from the guilt I felt? Some of us women are like that, how many times have you seen a battered wife, who you would naturally thinks would walk out, leave, or bring charges against, do nothing. Whatever the reason… I remained. 
 
The bed trembled and protested at the heavy fast humping.
 
Thump, thump, thump. Hump, hump, hump. Thrusting grunting. He was relentless.
 
He was panting, panting heavy.
 
Every time he stopped I thought “ This is it…. he’s cuming” but no a moment later, off he would go again 
 
Peter had left the room, perhaps watching another guy screw his wife was too much for him…. Again I was wrong. He’d gone in search of our video and camera. He stepped back into the room, still naked as, and carrying both types of camera.
 
“Now this” he said indicating and showing me the items “This should please you eh?”
 
He focused the vid cam at me, right in my face at me. The camera whirred, as he mumbled
 
“Now this is a recording of my slut wife, and porn queen…. getting screwed by my friend Crunch”
 
Crunch laughed adding, “Hey does this make me a porn star as well” as his mouth went to my neck, biting and sucking on it like a vampire.
 
“My famous trade mark” he said after leaving one very big hickie, (love bight)
 
Peter only laughed, saying, “I guess it does mate” 
 
The mode changed, as he withdrew, and the straddling my body he moved upward, until his cock was inches from my face and mouth. It was obvious the next move, as he pushed it between my lips.
 
I knew how to suck cock, and I took the hard shaft in one hand, and pumped at the same time I sucked. There were more moans and sighs from Crunch, a quick upward glance confirmed he was enjoying having his stiff manhood in my mouth.
 
“Mmmmm” My head bobbing back and forth, my tongue licking and teasing the corona, a hand cupping and gently fondling his balls. Then popping each one in my mouth, suckling them
 
Next mode, as he took hold of my body and spun me over onto my stomach. I hardly had time to catch my breath, before once more he was thrusting into me.
 
Slap, slap, slap, the sound of flesh against flesh, as he relentlessly pushed and thrust into me… it seemed never ending. Each and every thrust caused my breasts to swing and sway, two big jellies.
 
It was all to Peter’s delight, as he captured each and every moment and movement
 
“Oh god…oh god I’m gona cum” he declared. Pumping faster and harder, making every thrust hard and deep.
 
“Ohhhhh jeeze” he cried, at the same time I felt warm cum, fill my cunt…. It was one long continuous steam. Then he went limp, finally exhausted.
 
This of course was only the beginning. 
 
It was closely followed by Peter, who handed the camera and vid cam to with explicit, instructions to leave nothing out, he wanted in all on video. 
 
At two am and I was wedged between two guys. With Peter on my left, and Crunch on my right. Both now well satisfied, and fast asleep, breathing heavily and snoring.
 
Trying to sleep was almost, if not impossible. I’d absorbed the hours of their lustful attentions and desires, placing me in every conceivable position, on my back, from behind, any which way. 
 
Never before had Peter been so aggressive in his sex. Something had turned him on tonight… the porno movie perhaps? Who knows? 
 
“You’re just a slut and a whore, this is how they like it, I guess you do too… you whore” one of his many comments.
 
As stated, this was just the beginning. Peter took great delight in inviting his “Friends” to his little “Parties” with myself as the central attraction for the evening’s entertainment.
 
I accepted it and saw it as a self inflicted punishment for what I had done.
 
His friends had seen the video many times, each receiving a copy. They now treated me as a whore and a slut, making private visits when Peter was elsewhere, all with his blessing.
 
It didn’t take long for the news to spread around the town. I was miss popular with some, for obvious reasons. Whilst some of the women folk looked down their noses or sniffed the air and went “Hu, hussy”
 
Then one day the call came.
 
“Hello is that Laura?” The question.
 
“Yes” I replied attentively.
 
There was a hesitant pause. “Hmm, you know who this is?”
 
“No, of course not, I can’t see you, now tell me, who is it?”
 
“Does the name Brad, come to mind?”
 
I froze for a moment, yeah now I recognised the voice.
 
“Brad… the Brad, as in Brad and Leroy… that Brad you mean?”
 
“The very same one hun”
 
Suddenly all my anger rose inside me.
 
“Oh I remember you all right B-R-A-D” 
 
“You, and your friend Leroy are the bastards who have made my life hell” I said.
 
“You said, no you promised that little porn movie was for “Your eyes only”, but you lied to me, went ahead and made it into a commercial distribution…. And guess what Brad, my husband and all his pals have viewed it… as well as most of the town” I fumed, my heart and pulse racing.
 
“Oh, yes sorry about that…” His casual response. “But we never did promise, and yes once we saw how good it had turned out, we thought it was too good not to edit and make into a great movie”
 
“Yeah, well bully for you asshole” I continued to fume.
 
“Hey, hey, hey, sorry, sorry, I guess we just never thought it would get such a great response… it, it kinda got out of hand, got away from us”
 
“Oh and that makes it ok right”
 
“Anyhow what are you ringing about”? 
 
“Well Leroy and I thought that we would give you a call, and er, see if you would, er, make another movie, we’d like to take you on full time, we could both make some money out of this hun, I know you’re mad at us, but I think we can make it up a little, just come and talk to us… that’s all I ask” 
 
“You honestly think I’m gona come and see you… you’re crazy… out of your tiny little minds” and I crashed the phone down.
 
My heart raced and pounded… I wasn’t angry, I was furious.
 
If I could get my hands on them I thought… god yeah, I’d just turned down an opportunity to show them… really show them… but in my haste I’d hung up on them…. And then the phone rang again.
 
I took a deep breath then calmed myself.
 
“Yes” I said
 
“Er sorry about what we did… truly we are… now can we talk”
 
I’d agreed to meet them at a motel they had booked into.
 
Keeping the lid on my anger wasn’t easy; I kept taking deep breaths as I drove.
 
Room 14, they had said.
 
I counted down each room; they must have seen me drive in, the door opened just before I arrived. Keeping my anger under control, I pushed past them into the room.
 
I swear if I’d had a weapon with me, they would be “Brown Bread” and I’d be doing time in jail.
 
First I vented my anger on Brad, a slap to the face before turning on Leroy, hitting tearing and screaming at them. I called them allsorts of suns of bitches, they ducked and dived my blows, shouting for me to stop, and calm down, and eventually my anger finally subsided.
 
“You done hun?” Brad asked calmly.
 
I sniffed and said “For the time being” I’d given it all, I had no more to give right there and then, my whole body shook.
 
“Ok…ok, take a seat…. Try and relax, keep calm…. Would you like anything to drink?”
 
“Of course I would,” I snapped, “Make it a brandy…. With ginger.”
 
It went down real fast, then they gave me another.
 
Holding up his hands defensively, Brad said.
 
“Ok, ok, we were wrong, we should never have produced that movie for distribution… we’re sorry, it just got out of hand, we never for one moment thought you would prove to be as popular as this, and that’s why we came seeking you… obviously it’s proved to be an embarrassment for you, what happened?”
 
I told him how things had worked out, Peter seeing it on video, and the subsequent situation I now found myself in.
 
As they listened they nodded, mmm’d, and yes’d.
 
“Well” they said eventually. “Maybe we can help out there” 
 
“Oh, and How’s that?”
 
 
“We could make you a lot of money” he said “Well to be honest make us all a lot of money” he added
 
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I’d come here with murder in my heart, and here they were offering me a job.
 
“Think about it Paula… what do you get out of life right now… from what you tell us… not much… at the beckon call of all your husbands mates, getting screwed whenever they want you, do you really want that for the rest of your life?”
 
The answer was no I didn’t
 
They went on and on with their selling spiel. Somehow it started to make sense, what was I doing with my life… nothing. 
 
“We can offer you a three year contract with Tasman Studios, three movies a week at one thousand dollars a movie”
 
“Plus 10% royalties” he added
 
They now had me thinking, and they could sense I was assessing it.
 
“No…no” my reply.
 
“Oh come on Paula… this is a great deal… a great opportunity”
 
“No, I won’t do it for $1000 a movie… but I will for $2000”
 
They just stared at each other, shaking their heads.
 
“No…no… can’t be done… sorry”
 
“Well you are the guys who came to me, said I was proving popular, if I am then I have to be worth it”
 
Again the looked at each other for a moment
 
“$1500… the best we can do”
 
“Hmmm ok $1500 but 20% royalties” my response
 
“Shit girl you drive a hard bargain…. But ok, lets run with that”
 
“One more thing”
 
“Oh god what else?”
 
“I want a ratchet clause in it”
 
After a long sigh, Brad agreed.
 
So eventually the work contract and conditions were spelled out. I signed the document and they countersigned.
 
I was officially working as a porn star, going by the name Tiffany Styles.
 
“So when do I start?”
 
“As soon as possible, how long will it take you to pack up and get to, Boltside”
 
“Shit that’s a pretty long drive” I responded “Probably about five days”
 
“Ok so on Monday 24th you can be there”
 
“I’d say so”
 
“Then report for your first shoot at eight am” adding
 
“And here is $1500 for the last movie you made with us… many more to come” he smiled.
 
I knew most of what he had said was bullshit, about being sorry and it was all a mistake, it was no mistake, it had been well contrived, but hey, if I was going to get fucked on a regular basis, let’s get paid for doing so.
 
I said nothing to Peter, put what I needed into a couple of suitcases, and when he’d gone out for the day, packed it all into the car, left a note and was gone. 
 
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That was all a couple of years ago. Now you can catch all my movies on Internet, or purchase at your local porn shop.
 
The guys were right, I have proved popular, I even receive fan male, none from Peter of course. We divorced a while later. I married Danny, another porn star, we met on set, fell in love and eventually wed.
 
Peter, well he met someone else also, and married, so I guess we all came out square. Oh and he did make is a world champ.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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