I settled back to watch the taped interview. The subject was a woman that appeared
to be somewhere in the neighborhood of mid-twenties. I knew she was older than that. She
was sitting alone on a chair showing a lot of leg. She was wearing a short black skirt
with a white frilly blouse. She seemed to be at ease being on camera. Even sitting she
appeared to be a small compact woman. The interviewer, a man, was off-camera.
The interviewer started by asking her some friendly questions about the weather, if
her trip was pleasant and the like. She responded in a well-modulated voice that she was
enjoying the warm weather and that she had a pleasant trip. The rest of the interview went
like this:
Q: What is your name?
A: Debbie Gant (Debbie was true, Gant wasn’t unless she has changed it recently)
Q: How old are you?
A: Twenty-five (Wrong! By over five years, but she could get by with the lie)
Q: Is this your first trip to LA?
A: No, I came here with my ex-husband several years ago. (Yes, that was true. Three
years ago to be exact)
Q: May I call you Debbie?
A: Certainly
Q: Thank you. You are an actress?”
A: Yes
Q: To be specific you are an actress in adult films aren’t you?
A: Yes
Q: How many films have you been in?
A: I think it’s ten now (Actually it was twelve, but maybe she wasn’t counting the
first two.)
Q: You specialize in something. Can you tell us what it is?”
A: I mainly do films where I am the only female. All the other actors are black men.
I specialize in double and triple penetration. In some of the films I have been the object
of an all black gang-bang. One woman and five or more hot virile black studs.
Q: Do you enjoy your work?
A: I do. I really love my work and the pay is great. I have met a lot of wonderful
and interesting people. (I don’t know about wonderful, but I’m sure she found them very
interesting.)
Q: We hear about people, women especially, in the adult entertainment industry that
claim it is all business. Some have stated they don’t care for sex at all. So let me get
right down to it, Debbie. Do you like sex?
A: I do. I love sex. I love every kind of sex. (I suppose I’d have to say that’s
true. It wasn’t always that way, but she changed and I suppose I’m the cause)
I paused the player, stopping the phony interview. I knew it was nothing but a
promotional gimmick anyway. Phony, but damn, she looked good. As good as I ever saw her.
Even better than when she was actually twenty-five. I should know because I’m her husband.
Ex-husband, I should say.
In the interest of accuracy I need to back up and start again. As in most cases
there is more than just one side to the story and I’ve endeavored to tell at least two
sides.
Joe’s story:
I suppose I’m like a lot of married men. I wanted my wife to be a slut. I also
wanted her not to be a slut. I know that is confusing, it is to me, too. I want my wife to
be a total slut and to fuck anybody anytime I say. On the other hand I want her to be a
chaste wife and good mother to our children when we have them. I’m bewildered, but not
stupid, so I know it can’t be both ways. It’s just that I can’t make up my mind on which
side of the issue I want to come down on. My name is Joe Hawkins.
My wife, Debbie, is twenty-five years old and one hell of a looker. It’s not just me
that thinks that either. Deb is a petite woman only five feet-two, but boy is she
stacked! Thirty-eight D’s on top and a nice tight ass. Her hair is such a deep red that
it is only red in bright sunlight. She normally wears her hair about shoulder length. Deb
worked as a fashion designer for a large company until the last merger put her out of
work. She has spent much of the last month having interviews and putting in her
application at various places.
Normally Debbie is a sexual dynamo and ready for sex anytime. She’s adventurous,
skilled, and she’ll try anything at least once. The unemployment situation had put a major
crimp in our sex life. It seemed she didn’t have the old drive or her normal spark.
We weren’t hurting for money because, for the most part, we have lived a frugal
life. Deb insisted we save most of her paycheck so we had a nice financial cushion. I make
good money as the assistant vice president of a consulting company. The big problem was
Deb was used to working, she wanted to work, and she was frustrated that she was
unemployed.
One of my company’s clients is a boat manufacture with plant and headquarters out in
the suburbs. The president of the company is a man by the name of Moses Moss. He prefers
to be called Mo or Mo-Moss like it was one word. Mo is about fifty or so and a large man.
He played professional football for a few years. Mo and I hit it off because we both are
ex-jocks. I played round ball and ran track in college.
On that fateful day I was on my way to Mo’s office when I happened to see a notice
on their bulletin board. The company was looking for beautiful ladies to help show off
their boats at the upcoming fall boat show. I immediately thought of Debbie because she
looks damned good in a bikini. I doubted she would do it because she is a little bit shy.
“Hey Joe!” Mo boomed at me. “Come on in my office, man. How they hangin’?” I assured
Mo that they were hanging fine. Frankly I’ve never been sure how to answer that question
and he always asks it. “I got your recommendations and I’ve had my staff looking over
them. So far they look good.”
“That’s what I’m doing here,” I said. “I’m here to answer any questions you might
have. Hey Mo, before we get into that, can I ask you about the boat show you got coming
up?”
“Sure. What about it?”
“I saw that you were looking for women to help show off the boats. How’s that
going?”
“Good God Almighty Joe!” he said with his booming laugh. “There ain’t any shortage
of women who want those jobs. You know somebody who is interested?” I told him about
Debbie and he gave me a long serious look. “Joe, there are two basic requirements for the
gig. One, they have to look hot in a bikini and two, they have to look hot in a bikini.
They need a couple of arms to point at the fuckin’ boats and legs to walk around the
boats, but most important they have to look hot in a bikini.” I showed him a photograph I
carried of Deb at the beach. She would be mad if she knew I showed it to anyone.
“Okay, she looks hot in a bikini,” Mo said after looking at the photo for a long
time. “You sure you want your wife being ogled by a bunch of horny men?”
“Sure, why not? Lookin’ don’t hurt anything, does it?”
“No, but some men can’t handle that very well. You sure she would want to be ogled?”
I told him I wasn’t at all sure she would be interested. “I need to make a decision by
next week. Ask her and let me know. I’ll leave her a slot until next Friday.”
Deb wasn’t overly thrilled with the job offer. I brought it up, as we got ready for
bed. Deb had another miserable day beating the bushes.
“How much does it pay?” she asked after turning it down flat.
“A hundred bucks for four hours work. Mo has filled the day shift position. You work
from eight PM to midnight. The boat show is, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Twenty-five
bucks an hour with no chance for advancement or promotion. You furnish your own bikini and
high heels.”
“So this is just a T and A thing?” Deb asked.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what it is. Tits and ass make the world go around. Show as
much skin as the law allows and make it look like owning a speedboat is a lot of fun. Your
message is, ‘hey, buy this boat and you’ll attract girls like me.’ Something like that I
guess. Easy money anyway you look at it.”
“It’s not all profit, you know?” Deb said.
“What do you mean? What’s your overhead? I’ll give you a ride and pick you up after
the show. You own a nice suit.”
“Bikini wax, Joe,” she said as if I should have known that. “My old bikini has to be
replaced. There’s a third of the money gone right there. And no, you wouldn’t be
transporting me to and from. I’m a big girl and I can go on my own.”
“Are you actually considering doing it?” I asked, not believing my ears
“I’ll talk to Mister Moss tomorrow and then make up my mind,” she said, ending the
conversation.
SECOND EXTRACT
Joe’s Story:
Watching my tiny wife handle Ian’s huge cock was without a doubt the most erotic
thing I had ever witnessed. She got him seated and was busy sucking his cock when I
remembered the video camera. I ran and got it and started taping Deb and the giant black
cock.
Deb was flushed and not just her face. Her whole body was bright pink. Ian’s cock
was so large she had to used both hands to control it.
“Damn, baby,” Ian moaned. “That feels so fuckin’ good. You got a great cocksucker
here, Joe.”
“Thank you,” Deb said. She stood up and looked at him as if trying to figure out how
to approach his rigid cock.
“Climb up on it, Deb,” I suggested. “Get on his lap and put that cock in you.” Deb
climbed up on Ian’s lap and raised up so that Ian could guide his massive love stick in
her wet cunt.
“Ahhhh, God! It’s huge!” Deb cried as he worked the head of it in her. “It’s so
fucking big, Joe!” I squatted down and aimed the camera at her pussy. She eased down a
scant inch at a time until she had all of it in her. She was sobbing and making weird
noises. “Don’t move, honey,” she told Ian. “Give me a few minutes, please.” Ian assured
her that he couldn’t move. After a few minutes she wiggled her ass a little, like she was
testing things.
“Suck…my…tits, Ian,” she said softly. “Bite my nipples.” I moved to the side so that
I could capture his thick lips descending on her pink nipple. Deb had an orgasm just as
his teeth touched her hard nipples. She had an even bigger one when he bit down on her.
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