This is a little different story for me. It deals with a man who uses his wife sexually to get rich. It works, but he doesn't really enjoy the ultimate fruits of his labors.
A Look Into The Adult Film Business - PART 1
"There, those two," David said to his wife Carol, pointing across the crowded ballroom filled with expensively attired people.
"I'm nervous," she exclaimed. "Do we have to do it like this?"
"We've been over this a million times," David told his wife testily. "Just do it like we planned."
David snatched a canape from a passing waiter and munched the hors d'oeuvres while he watched Carol walk across the ballroom floor, every male and most female eyes mesmerized by the way she looked and moved. Carol's body and face radiated the kind of raw, naked sexuality that could make a dead man cum.
Perfect, David thought, as he saw Carol strike up a conversation with the couple almost immediately. Using all the tricks he'd taught her, she acted the part of the consummate coquette. Every movement, every gesture was seductive. Before too long, David saw his wife discreetly leave the ballroom with the couple she'd been conversing with."
Finishing a final glass of excellent champagne, David himself left the party. His work for tonight was done and it was well worth the thousand bucks he'd paid for the invitations.
Before David could proceed to the next stage of things, he had to know how his wife performed as a seductress to the rich and famous. For what lay ahead, she would need to master every nuance of the game, perfect it to the level of an art form. After her plastic surgery, David had taken her up slowly, beginning at pickups in singles bars, then having her work as an expensive call girl, finally working up to tonight.
As David drove the rented Mercedes to their hotel, he thought back on the last year. He had been scouting for a woman with certain attributes for a long time. The instant he had seen Carol on a busy street corner, he felt that she was exactly what he wanted. She was wearing a tight-fitting blouse that showed off her luscious tits, unafraid of the frank, appraising stares of strange men who passed her.
Before David approached Carol, he secretly watched her for several weeks. Though she lived alone, David noted she kept busy in the dating department, entertaining two or three boyfriends each week.
One afternoon, David sent a bouquet of flowers to her. The note attached asked Carol to meet him at the local bar for a drink. David was not disappointed when she appeared and sat at the table he had reserved. David had plans. But he needed a certain kind of woman to make those plans work out right. There was a fortune to be made in porn videos and films, magazine spreads and the like, for the right woman. Nor were porn actresses barred from Hollywood any longer. The right talent could cross over into straight films, with no end in sight as far as money and fame went.
At that point, David still wasn't sure if she could deliver in the sex department, but after fucking Carol only once, David had no more worries. Wasting no time, she got right down and worked his cock like a professional hooker. Using her tits, she masturbated his hard pecker until he came a load of jizz all over her; then she sucked his wand until he was stiff as a board again and proceeded to fuck him doggie style.
David had cum his ass off that night and by morning was on the phone to a plastic surgeon he knew who did great work on faces, tits and other parts of the anatomy. The surgeon was filthy rich but wanted a piece of some different action. For points on David's future earnings in show biz, he agreed to perform the procedure gratis.
Carol was a knockout in a sluttish way before the plastic job, but when the doc was finished with her, she was really something special. He'd sculpted her tits and ass like a Michelangelo with a scalpel, creating nipples that stuck out with cock-throbbing firmness and erectness. He had nipped in her waist and even enlarged the lips of her cunt to make them look like fleshy angel's wings.
But he had reserved his piece de resistance for Carol's face. Her lips were full and pouting, slightly upturned as though captured at the precise moment before gently kissing the swollen head of a cock.
David knew that Carol had passed her final test with flying colors.
Three months later, David entered an expensive restaurant for a meeting with a man named Badcock, one of the biggest grossing porn producers of the decade
Of course, David knew that James would insist on fucking Carol on the producer's "casting couch" but as far as David went, that was part of the game plan all along. The tryout came on a weekend getaway at James's lavish house in the mountains overlooking the bay. Once there, James wasted no time in fucking Carol for hours on end. James had a little of a sadistic streak in him David felt because he insisted that David be there the entire week to watch him have sex with his wife. As James said he wanted to make sure that David wouldn't become jealous as Carol did sex scenes in his Adult Films. He figured if David could keep his cool as James fucked her then he'd be OK with Carol getting fucked in his films.
The Adult Film Industry - Part 2
After that weekend getaway, Carol had been offered a fifty thousand dollar exclusive contract for five films with James's production company. David held out for seventy five grand and got what he wanted. Now rolling in the money, David and Carol bought themselves a beautiful mansion not far from James's place.
But lately, David had been getting nervous. James was making overtures to his wife that went beyond mere casual sex. David was getting the impression that James might be trying to cut him out of the action entirely. David's suspicions were confirmed as he joined James at a table in a swanky restaurant that the porn producer always kept reserved for himself and his business guests.
"In this here envelope is a certified check for a hundred grand," James said to David as he slid it across the table. "Take it, champ. Then get your ass out of town. Don't even go back to your house. Just take the money and split."
David looked inside the envelope, satisfying himself that there was indeed a certified check for a hundred grand inside. Staring James in the eye, he flung the envelope right in his face. "Just who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked the producer who laughed as he clutched the envelope in his pudgy fingers.
"Okay, I gave you a chance, you piece of shit," James began. "Now listen up because I'm only telling you once. I'm not asking you to blow town, I'm telling you. I want your slut wife's sweet pussy and I want it all to myself. From now on you're out and I'm in."
"What if I don't feel like taking orders from you?" David asked.
"You crack me up, champ, you know that?" he finally said. "Whaddaya think I'm gonna do? This is my town. People who don't play ball in my town only leave it one way. Am I makin' myself clear?"
Standing up, David gave James his answer by throwing the rest of his unfinished drink in the producer's face and overturning the table. Muscling past a squad of goons who were lurking in the shadows near the restaurant entrance, David walked quickly to his car.
Rain had started to fall, and as David rolled away from the curb, he thought he saw three of the beefy men from the restaurant run into a car that had suddenly pulled up at the entrance. The same car followed him clear across town, turning left and right when David did. No matter how hard he tried to shake it, the car stayed on David's tail until he turned onto a lonely stretch of highway. Then the car forced him off the road and into a ditch at the shoulder. Three goons got out of the pursuit car and yanked open the driver's side door of David's vehicle. They had a field day as they worked him over.
"Do like the man told you," they warned David as they left him in a crumpled heap beside the road. "Get out of town." As they walked back toward their car, the rain-soaked envelope containing James's certified check fell to the wet asphalt beside David's bleeding face. Then, with a squeal of tires, the goons were gone. David picked up the wet check, applied his handkerchief to his face then slowly got back into his car. By the next evening he was already half way to New York, resolved to get as far away from LA as possible.
His wife on the other hand was on an LA sound stage, wondering why David never made it home last night. Babcock had called her and told her not to worry about David as he had sent him out of town on business. His voice had sounded ominous and Carol knew that Babcock was not a man that you crossed in any way. She knew that she had better go along with anything he wanted until she heard from David. Right now it was time to concentrate on memorizing her lines for her x-rated movie role and to get in the mood for the sex scenes she had to film that day.
"Yeah, yeah, beautiful baby, yeahhhhhh!" Carol had her sexy ass jacked up in the air and her foxy face buried way up the muff of a screen slut with her legs spread who was sitting on the edge of a black satin-sheeted bed. With one camera working the close-in shots and the other capturing the action from a wide angle, James knew he would soon be in the editing room scoping some of the hottest cunts that had ever passed through a Movieola.
"Roddy, get your dick inside her fuckin' snatch!" James next shouted. Roddy didn't need to be told. The on-set fluffer had sucked his jizzer to the bursting point. All he could think of was sinking his bursting boner into the pornful pink and finishing with a long, wet cumshot all over Carol's sexy buttcheeks. Sliding his gleaming wet cum-tool into Carol's gushing cooze, Roddy began plowing her south forty, bucking and thrusting his hips to drive his magnum shaft in and out of her hot, wet fields of joy.
"Yeah fuck me baby Oh baby fuck me!" Roddy wailed, throwing back his head and skinning back his lips as his flailing ass pumped back and forth and the cameraman got down on the floor to get a close-up of his long hard prick going in and out and in and out of Carol's deep wet cunt.
When James figured he had all the hot footage he needed, he hollered for Roddy to whip out his pecker and jerk himself off. Bursting with jizzum, Roddy needed no further prompting. With sweat dripping down his chest and a bellow of release escaping from his lips, he pulled his pecker from Carol's box and started fisting dick.
The throbbing organ was already spurting its first gob of sticky white jizzum. As the first gobs of shiny cum shot out of it, Roddy feverishly pumped his schlong while the slut whose snatch Carol was licking ran over and licked his ejaculating shaft and throbbing balls.
The day's shooting now over, James took Carol back to his mountain estate for a night of fun and relaxation. All that fucking and sucking had got him hot and ready to blow off a megaload of cum himself. A lot of women turned James off when he knew them professionally. Not Carol though. Maybe that's why he wanted her so fucking bad. He'd never known a broad who could get him as hot as she did. Watching her fuck the studs and do lesbian suck numbers with other starlets always gave James a humongous hard-on at the end of a shooting day. Right now he couldn't wait to sink his prick into her gushing snatch.
Easing his whale-like girth into the ready hot tub, James lit up a Cuban cigar and called Carol over.
"Gimme one of those fucking good blowjobs you give," he said to Carol who knelt down in the streaming water and began kissing the head and shaft of James's swollen pecker. "Yeah, yeah. That's the way I like it. Keep sucking my prick like that. Don't fucking stop. Don't fucking ... stop!"
Closing his eyes, James chewed on the cigar while he felt up Carol's tits and touched the shaft of his drilling dork as it screwed in and out of Carol's mouth. Things were really going smooth since he'd gotten rid of the little slut's husband.
With a grunt, James pushed his prick all the way up into Carol's mouth and came his load. Holding her head down, he took his time ejaculating, not letting go of her until every last drop of jizzum had squirted out of his prick. In a way, James felt sorry for the broad and her nobody husband. But that's the way it went. In life, some had to win and others lose. Guys like David, they were life's big losers.
David was indeed feeling like a big loser. This was definitely not the way he had planned for things to go! Somehow he felt empty, even with a big pay-off of $100,000. What really got to him that in a way he felt deeply for Joanna and now she was gone - the property of James. What else could he do but accept his fate. Joanna was now James's and he had a big one as consolation. He knew what was good for his health! Maybe in New York, where more and more of the porn movie industry was moving he could try it all again. But it would be impossible to replace Joanna. At least he could try and it was this that gave him enough courage to go on, rather than trying to end it all with a leap off a tall building.
James on the other hand had what he wanted including David's well trained slutty wife to do with as he pleased!
A Look Into The Adult Film Business - PART 1
"There, those two," David said to his wife Carol, pointing across the crowded ballroom filled with expensively attired people.
"I'm nervous," she exclaimed. "Do we have to do it like this?"
"We've been over this a million times," David told his wife testily. "Just do it like we planned."
David snatched a canape from a passing waiter and munched the hors d'oeuvres while he watched Carol walk across the ballroom floor, every male and most female eyes mesmerized by the way she looked and moved. Carol's body and face radiated the kind of raw, naked sexuality that could make a dead man cum.
Perfect, David thought, as he saw Carol strike up a conversation with the couple almost immediately. Using all the tricks he'd taught her, she acted the part of the consummate coquette. Every movement, every gesture was seductive. Before too long, David saw his wife discreetly leave the ballroom with the couple she'd been conversing with."
Finishing a final glass of excellent champagne, David himself left the party. His work for tonight was done and it was well worth the thousand bucks he'd paid for the invitations.
Before David could proceed to the next stage of things, he had to know how his wife performed as a seductress to the rich and famous. For what lay ahead, she would need to master every nuance of the game, perfect it to the level of an art form. After her plastic surgery, David had taken her up slowly, beginning at pickups in singles bars, then having her work as an expensive call girl, finally working up to tonight.
As David drove the rented Mercedes to their hotel, he thought back on the last year. He had been scouting for a woman with certain attributes for a long time. The instant he had seen Carol on a busy street corner, he felt that she was exactly what he wanted. She was wearing a tight-fitting blouse that showed off her luscious tits, unafraid of the frank, appraising stares of strange men who passed her.
Before David approached Carol, he secretly watched her for several weeks. Though she lived alone, David noted she kept busy in the dating department, entertaining two or three boyfriends each week.
One afternoon, David sent a bouquet of flowers to her. The note attached asked Carol to meet him at the local bar for a drink. David was not disappointed when she appeared and sat at the table he had reserved. David had plans. But he needed a certain kind of woman to make those plans work out right. There was a fortune to be made in porn videos and films, magazine spreads and the like, for the right woman. Nor were porn actresses barred from Hollywood any longer. The right talent could cross over into straight films, with no end in sight as far as money and fame went.
At that point, David still wasn't sure if she could deliver in the sex department, but after fucking Carol only once, David had no more worries. Wasting no time, she got right down and worked his cock like a professional hooker. Using her tits, she masturbated his hard pecker until he came a load of jizz all over her; then she sucked his wand until he was stiff as a board again and proceeded to fuck him doggie style.
David had cum his ass off that night and by morning was on the phone to a plastic surgeon he knew who did great work on faces, tits and other parts of the anatomy. The surgeon was filthy rich but wanted a piece of some different action. For points on David's future earnings in show biz, he agreed to perform the procedure gratis.
Carol was a knockout in a sluttish way before the plastic job, but when the doc was finished with her, she was really something special. He'd sculpted her tits and ass like a Michelangelo with a scalpel, creating nipples that stuck out with cock-throbbing firmness and erectness. He had nipped in her waist and even enlarged the lips of her cunt to make them look like fleshy angel's wings.
But he had reserved his piece de resistance for Carol's face. Her lips were full and pouting, slightly upturned as though captured at the precise moment before gently kissing the swollen head of a cock.
David knew that Carol had passed her final test with flying colors.
Three months later, David entered an expensive restaurant for a meeting with a man named Badcock, one of the biggest grossing porn producers of the decade
Of course, David knew that James would insist on fucking Carol on the producer's "casting couch" but as far as David went, that was part of the game plan all along. The tryout came on a weekend getaway at James's lavish house in the mountains overlooking the bay. Once there, James wasted no time in fucking Carol for hours on end. James had a little of a sadistic streak in him David felt because he insisted that David be there the entire week to watch him have sex with his wife. As James said he wanted to make sure that David wouldn't become jealous as Carol did sex scenes in his Adult Films. He figured if David could keep his cool as James fucked her then he'd be OK with Carol getting fucked in his films.
The Adult Film Industry - Part 2
After that weekend getaway, Carol had been offered a fifty thousand dollar exclusive contract for five films with James's production company. David held out for seventy five grand and got what he wanted. Now rolling in the money, David and Carol bought themselves a beautiful mansion not far from James's place.
But lately, David had been getting nervous. James was making overtures to his wife that went beyond mere casual sex. David was getting the impression that James might be trying to cut him out of the action entirely. David's suspicions were confirmed as he joined James at a table in a swanky restaurant that the porn producer always kept reserved for himself and his business guests.
"In this here envelope is a certified check for a hundred grand," James said to David as he slid it across the table. "Take it, champ. Then get your ass out of town. Don't even go back to your house. Just take the money and split."
David looked inside the envelope, satisfying himself that there was indeed a certified check for a hundred grand inside. Staring James in the eye, he flung the envelope right in his face. "Just who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked the producer who laughed as he clutched the envelope in his pudgy fingers.
"Okay, I gave you a chance, you piece of shit," James began. "Now listen up because I'm only telling you once. I'm not asking you to blow town, I'm telling you. I want your slut wife's sweet pussy and I want it all to myself. From now on you're out and I'm in."
"What if I don't feel like taking orders from you?" David asked.
"You crack me up, champ, you know that?" he finally said. "Whaddaya think I'm gonna do? This is my town. People who don't play ball in my town only leave it one way. Am I makin' myself clear?"
Standing up, David gave James his answer by throwing the rest of his unfinished drink in the producer's face and overturning the table. Muscling past a squad of goons who were lurking in the shadows near the restaurant entrance, David walked quickly to his car.
Rain had started to fall, and as David rolled away from the curb, he thought he saw three of the beefy men from the restaurant run into a car that had suddenly pulled up at the entrance. The same car followed him clear across town, turning left and right when David did. No matter how hard he tried to shake it, the car stayed on David's tail until he turned onto a lonely stretch of highway. Then the car forced him off the road and into a ditch at the shoulder. Three goons got out of the pursuit car and yanked open the driver's side door of David's vehicle. They had a field day as they worked him over.
"Do like the man told you," they warned David as they left him in a crumpled heap beside the road. "Get out of town." As they walked back toward their car, the rain-soaked envelope containing James's certified check fell to the wet asphalt beside David's bleeding face. Then, with a squeal of tires, the goons were gone. David picked up the wet check, applied his handkerchief to his face then slowly got back into his car. By the next evening he was already half way to New York, resolved to get as far away from LA as possible.
His wife on the other hand was on an LA sound stage, wondering why David never made it home last night. Babcock had called her and told her not to worry about David as he had sent him out of town on business. His voice had sounded ominous and Carol knew that Babcock was not a man that you crossed in any way. She knew that she had better go along with anything he wanted until she heard from David. Right now it was time to concentrate on memorizing her lines for her x-rated movie role and to get in the mood for the sex scenes she had to film that day.
"Yeah, yeah, beautiful baby, yeahhhhhh!" Carol had her sexy ass jacked up in the air and her foxy face buried way up the muff of a screen slut with her legs spread who was sitting on the edge of a black satin-sheeted bed. With one camera working the close-in shots and the other capturing the action from a wide angle, James knew he would soon be in the editing room scoping some of the hottest cunts that had ever passed through a Movieola.
"Roddy, get your dick inside her fuckin' snatch!" James next shouted. Roddy didn't need to be told. The on-set fluffer had sucked his jizzer to the bursting point. All he could think of was sinking his bursting boner into the pornful pink and finishing with a long, wet cumshot all over Carol's sexy buttcheeks. Sliding his gleaming wet cum-tool into Carol's gushing cooze, Roddy began plowing her south forty, bucking and thrusting his hips to drive his magnum shaft in and out of her hot, wet fields of joy.
"Yeah fuck me baby Oh baby fuck me!" Roddy wailed, throwing back his head and skinning back his lips as his flailing ass pumped back and forth and the cameraman got down on the floor to get a close-up of his long hard prick going in and out and in and out of Carol's deep wet cunt.
When James figured he had all the hot footage he needed, he hollered for Roddy to whip out his pecker and jerk himself off. Bursting with jizzum, Roddy needed no further prompting. With sweat dripping down his chest and a bellow of release escaping from his lips, he pulled his pecker from Carol's box and started fisting dick.
The throbbing organ was already spurting its first gob of sticky white jizzum. As the first gobs of shiny cum shot out of it, Roddy feverishly pumped his schlong while the slut whose snatch Carol was licking ran over and licked his ejaculating shaft and throbbing balls.
The day's shooting now over, James took Carol back to his mountain estate for a night of fun and relaxation. All that fucking and sucking had got him hot and ready to blow off a megaload of cum himself. A lot of women turned James off when he knew them professionally. Not Carol though. Maybe that's why he wanted her so fucking bad. He'd never known a broad who could get him as hot as she did. Watching her fuck the studs and do lesbian suck numbers with other starlets always gave James a humongous hard-on at the end of a shooting day. Right now he couldn't wait to sink his prick into her gushing snatch.
Easing his whale-like girth into the ready hot tub, James lit up a Cuban cigar and called Carol over.
"Gimme one of those fucking good blowjobs you give," he said to Carol who knelt down in the streaming water and began kissing the head and shaft of James's swollen pecker. "Yeah, yeah. That's the way I like it. Keep sucking my prick like that. Don't fucking stop. Don't fucking ... stop!"
Closing his eyes, James chewed on the cigar while he felt up Carol's tits and touched the shaft of his drilling dork as it screwed in and out of Carol's mouth. Things were really going smooth since he'd gotten rid of the little slut's husband.
With a grunt, James pushed his prick all the way up into Carol's mouth and came his load. Holding her head down, he took his time ejaculating, not letting go of her until every last drop of jizzum had squirted out of his prick. In a way, James felt sorry for the broad and her nobody husband. But that's the way it went. In life, some had to win and others lose. Guys like David, they were life's big losers.
David was indeed feeling like a big loser. This was definitely not the way he had planned for things to go! Somehow he felt empty, even with a big pay-off of $100,000. What really got to him that in a way he felt deeply for Joanna and now she was gone - the property of James. What else could he do but accept his fate. Joanna was now James's and he had a big one as consolation. He knew what was good for his health! Maybe in New York, where more and more of the porn movie industry was moving he could try it all again. But it would be impossible to replace Joanna. At least he could try and it was this that gave him enough courage to go on, rather than trying to end it all with a leap off a tall building.
James on the other hand had what he wanted including David's well trained slutty wife to do with as he pleased!
