My Official Porn Audition
written by:
Jillbaby

MY OFFICIAL PORN AUDITION

Copyright © - 2012 - By Jillbaby

As I explained in previous stories, after I lost my job in the finance industry, I was unemployed for several months and had a boyfriend called Brian who was living with me at my flat. He had connections with photography and modeling agencies and had, for some time, been trying to obtain an audition for me with one of the top agencies in the adult entertainment field.

Brian had a sexual appetite to rival mine and was kinky with it. He had led me on a willing exploration of adventurous sex in a series of experiences. As a result, the curve of my sexual learning had moved steeply upwards. In particular my natural exhibitionism had blossomed, and my previous doubts about being a porn model had diminished.

Brian had been submitting photos and videos of me to contacts and eventually, I received an invitation to an audition by one of the top agencies. In a mixture of panic and excitement, I thought about it for an hour or two before agreeing to attend. It was quite a step from financial advisor to porn model.

The big day arrived and my nerves were fluttering. Brian had advised me not to drink any alcohol and to dress normally as I would have to strip anyway. At their request, I had already been for a medical examination to check for the absence of sexually transmitted diseases.

I arrived at the premises in central London and I was shown to the office. I signed several forms releasing the rights of any photos to the agency and giving consent to willing participation in any sexual activity involved in the photography. I was shown the normal hourly rates of pay for different content, and gasped with pleasure at the amount. The secretary explained that any sexual content that day was to test my willingness and aptitude.

The photos would be viewed together with a report from the photographer. If I was considered suitable, the agency would be in touch. She explained that there were plenty of women willing to pose for porn content, but the way that they appeared to the critical eye of the camera was all-important.

"Most applicants simply don't look right when in action," she said. "The slightest hint of nervousness or discomfort is magnified. So just try to relax and don't build your hopes too high."

She spoke into an intercom, and after a few minutes, a man appeared with several digital cameras slung around his neck.

"Hi, I'm Ted," he said, offering his hand as I rose. "You're Jill, aren't you...and this is your first time here?"

I nodded a nervous yes to both questions and he led me down a corridor to one of the filming studios. With a high ceiling and white walls, it seemed enormous, but it was sectioned off by lower partitions to provide different sets. Just inside the entrance, there was an alcove containing several racks of clothes and lingerie.

Ted rummaged through them with practiced ease and emerged with a small bag and some garments over his arm. He took a quick glance at my feet and from years of experience, guessed my shoe size correctly, "Size six?"

I nodded and after looking along a shoe rack, he handed me a pair of red stilettos.

Ted led me to one of the smaller sets. It contained a narrow bed with a black vinyl cover and on the opposite wall a simple barstool against a counter. There was also a full-length mirror on a wheeled stand.

"Ok, I'm ready if you are," he smiled. "We won't bother with any special makeup for your face for this test shoot...you look fine as you are."

I was relieved to hear that, as I had spent ages on my eyes. I had gone for lavender eye shadow, over my blue eyes. Then the smoky look produced by dark grey eyeliner smudged softly to blend with the lavender at the edges - and of course, plenty of mascara on my lashes.

He handed me a man's long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of white lace panties.

"Change into these please, Jill. With what we're going to be shooting, I'm sure you don't need a changing room," he grinned. "And just fasten the middle two buttons..."

I took a deep breath; so here it was my big chance. My heart was thumping and I was desperately hoping that my face wasn't going red. I was glad of my previous experiences with semi-professional photographers; at least they had helped to break me in.

Somehow, his relaxed, casual approach made it easier as I turned my back and changed. I pulled on the panties and slipped the shirt on, buttoning it about halfway up, and folding back the sleeves. My nipples rose excitedly at the mere touch of the material.

The shirt covered my ass comfortably although the slits at the side showed the edges of the white panties. I put on the red stilettos, marveling at the bizarre outfit.

He wheeled in a big arc lamp, "Why don't you sit up there on that stool? I'll take some shots while you relax, and I can see how you look on camera. Use the mirror to see and adjust your poses."

Swaying on the four-inch heels, I nervously went to the high stool, eased up onto the seat, and crossed my legs while he moved the mirror so that I could see myself. I gasped at the erotic image, acres of leg, and somehow the casual shirt managed to look seductive when teamed with the stilettos. As he pointed a camera, Ted started firing instructions and I tried to follow them.

"Cross your legs a bit higher. Lean back on the stool, left elbow on the counter, head on your hand. Tilt your head a little more...look at me..."

Click, click.

I looked in the mirror. The pose had let the shirt drop away considerably top and bottom, and one breast was fully in view. My legs seemed to go on forever and the panties and part of my tummy were on show.

He paused to flick through the captured images on his camera viewer.

"Nice, nice," he commented more to himself than to me.

"Ok, turn around and sit facing me with your feet on the stool rung and your knees apart. Pull the shirt down over your shoulders."

I swiveled around and complied, giving a clear view of my pussy lips bulging through the tight white panties.

"Now cup your breasts and offer them to me."

As I moved my arms, the shirt slipped down to reveal my breasts supported by my hands. I didn't need the mirror to tell me that my nipples were aroused and standing proud.

"That's it...give me a nice tempting smile...come on... you're saying, "Suck these big boy."

I found myself getting into the act, and gave him a genuine smile. His relaxed charm and sexy smile made him very attractive and my eyes searched to see if I was arousing him, but there were no telltale signs.

"Both hands behind your head..."

The shirt slipped to my waist, and my breasts were pulled taut.

"Good, now over to the bed, please."

With my pulse racing in curiosity as to what would happen next, I walked across. He placed me in a position where I leaned over the bed on braced arms with my legs straight and feet apart. The shirt was drawn up my back to expose the tiny panties and I felt the crotch mould tightly against the bulge of my pussy. As instructed by Brian in preparation for modeling auditions, I had been shaving my pussy, except for a "landing strip."

Click, click.

"Great... now onto your tummy facing the foot of the bed... both hands under your chin and support yourself on your elbows.

Ted moved in close and carefully swept my hair back over my shoulders. Goose bumps rose all over my body as his fingertips brushed my skin.

"Look into the camera....great, super..."

He took several facial close-ups and some from further back to take in my breasts. Then I was on my back in the fuck-me position; knees drawn up and thighs splayed.

Click, click.

He reached into the bag he had brought and to my surprise, produced a black latex dildo complete with veins, scrotum, and a realistically shaped head. It was about the same generous size as my own at home. As he handed it to me, my fingers tingled as I imagined using it, but I still gave a little shudder of embarrassment.

"We're only going to use it as a prop for some more shots," Ted coaxed. "Let's get rid of the shirt..."

"That's it," he breathed as I took it off, "you have very nice boobs, Jill."

I appreciated the compliment but still was unsure of what Ted planned for the dildo and me. He pushed a pillow under my head,

"Perfect, perfect. Now lie back again."

I feared that he was going to ask me to plunge the big vibe into my wet pussy, but he told me to lay it between my breasts.

"Ok, we have to work on the eyes... turn your head to the side, look at me and imagine what fun you could have with that toy...a kind of a dreamy look...that's it...perfect."

He took a quick series of shots, "Perfect, babe...they should definitely sign you up...you have great expressions... right on the money."

Basking in his praise, I couldn't help looking at his fly again - but there was no sign of an erection. Ah, well - he would be very accustomed to this kind of stuff; and I still had my panties on.

Ignoring my pussy, Ted asked me to hold the vibe against one of my nipples; not that they needed any more stimulation as they were standing out like thimbles.

"Should I turn it on?" I asked, and immediately cursed myself for being so stupid and eager since it was only for a photo without sound.

"Your choice," Ted responded, with a grin.

I hesitated, feeling like an idiot, and he stepped forward,

"Here...allow me..." he said as he gave the base a twist and the dildo vibrated in my fingers.

I followed his instructions and posed with the vibe in various positions on my breasts. The first time it touched a nipple, my clit twitched and I wondered if he saw the spasm run up my body. I stroked my breasts with the buzzing toy and felt my clit becoming firmer and firmer.

"Good, good, now open your mouth a bit and hold it there, as if you were going to slide it in, and give it a good sucking."

Obediently I posed the vibe suggestively at my open mouth and closed my eyes. Then I heard what I had been expecting, and to be honest, was longing for.

"Now, slide your free hand down inside your panties. Just the fingertips to start with... Don't look at the camera yet...forget about it until I tell you to look at the lens."

I slowly slid my right hand across my stomach and eased the fingertips past the elastic waistband as my left hand held the fake cock poised at my lips.

"Ok, stick out your tongue like you're going to give it a good lick. Good, good...Now, just the head inside your lips."

I switched the vibe off and put the head between my lips. He continued to shoot as I followed instructions.

"Hand a little further into the panties..."

My hand crept past the short hair over my mound and toward my clit. When I touched the bulging gland, I was tempted to stay there, but moved further down.

Oh, did that feel good! I didn't know what their decision about me modeling would be - but certainly, I seemed to enjoy doing it. The exhibitionism that had been developing in me over recent years seemed to make me perfectly suited to the job.

"Slide the vibrator in your mouth a bit farther and rub yourself."

When my fingertips found the wetness of my oozing lips, I stroked them, knowing that my knuckles would be outlined clearly against the tight gusset as my hand moved.

"Super set...now for the next one."

Despite my concern, I was almost disappointed that Ted hadn't directed me to drop my panties and screw myself with the large vibrator. I freed my hand from my panties, took the dildo from my mouth, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My face and breasts were flushed, and I didn't know if that would be a good or a bad thing on the photos.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Are you ready for some pink?"

I froze. I knew of course that he meant pussy shots. He hadn't hung about and it was all happening so quickly that, until now, there hadn't been time for me to think how I felt. However, I was suddenly aware that I was really aroused.

I had read that professional porn models don't become sexually excited. That wasn't applying to me, and I began to panic at the thought of him seeing my moist lips as my pussy flooded as usual. What would he think? I forced myself to keep going,

"I guess so," I murmured.

Ted had casually turned away to fiddle with a camera, as I eased down the panties, dropped them on the floor and closed my legs apprehensively. I lay back naked apart from the shoes. My heart was pounding, but I was surprised to find that as well as being nervous, I was becoming more and more aroused - something that was to stay with me during my porn modeling career.

I looked up to see Ted approaching with a red silk robe over his arm. Ted, always the professional, didn't waste time in case I was becoming embarrassed about my nakedness. As directed, I rose and pulled on the short cordless robe.

"Turn slightly to the right, ok, good. Now, put your hand on the left hip... inside the robe...try to look casual."

The move had pushed the robe back over my left breast which was silhouetted and braced by the position of my arm. From the side, my taut nipple, the swell of my mound and the curve of my thigh were highlighted.

Ted shot photo after photo with me in the robe but exposing my body in various poses as I became more comfortable in front of the camera and followed his instructions.

"Ok, Jill, lose the robe."

As I shrugged it off, I was beginning to feel pretty liberated. The previous experiences that Brian had organized helped me and Ted was very good at what he was doing. All the care I had taken of my body over the years had paid off and I was admiring my firm curves and shapely breasts in the big mirror in a voyeuristic way.

"Back onto the bed, please."

I was positioned on my knees, with my forearms resting on the bed in a perfect position for being fucked. My pussy was stretched wide open and as Ted moved behind me, I knew he would see how it was gushing.

To my relief he made no comment, and after a few shots, we took a break as a woman arrived with coffee for us. As I slipped the robe back on, I was beginning to feel like a professional already.

Ted excused himself and returned with an album, inviting me to have a look at it. It showed men and women in sexual positions with the man's cock clearly penetrating the woman's pussy or mouth.

"These aren't stills from DVD's," he explained. "They are actually posed for the photo and the couples aren't fucking. The guy withdraws his cock as soon as the photo is taken."

I flicked through the photos. Quite a few featured the same people and I thought that some photos were more erotically posed than others.

"We've got about half an hour left...would you like to try some of those poses?" Ted asked, watching me carefully. "I can check if any of the male models are in and free at the moment."

Seeing my hesitation, he went on, "That's where the big money is made...if you're interested. I've got a feeling that you might be good at it..." he added with a cheeky grin. "It does look better when the woman is enjoying it."

I blushed. So, he had noticed my leaking pussy and swollen clit. Well he could hardly have missed them, I thought. When I remained silent, he seemed to take it as acceptance.

"Wait here and I'll go and check at the office. Oh and try these...they might help to make the photos more sexy for the people who decide whether to employ you."

He handed me a pair of black thigh-high stockings from the clothes he had brought, and hurried off. I opened the red robe, rolled the stockings up my legs and glanced at my image in the mirror. I approved of the addition; they certainly looked very slutty with the red stilettos. As I sat on the bed, what I was about to do began to sink in.

I hadn't really made up my mind to go ahead with the sex part and it was as if Ted's production of the stockings had been a clever distraction. Sure, I had experienced loads of sex but I hadn't actually been with a lot of different men at that stage in my life. My wild vacations had been the main source of my kinky sex, although Brian had widened my experience with some high jinks.

It seemed bizarre, and non-arousing to have a complete stranger just stick his cock into me on cue and without any foreplay. At that moment, Ted reappeared and called breezily to me,

"We're in luck...Scott is available...he'll be along in about ten minutes."

For the first time, I felt panicky and my pussy started to dry up. What the hell's wrong with me, I asked myself. However, once again, Ted seemed to either read my mind or be sensitive to the situation.

"Let's get you warmed up while we wait, and I'll take a few more photos," he said cheerfully, as if he was only talking about some stretching exercises.

"Okay, raise your right knee and drop it to the side."

The robe fell away and the pose left my pussy wide open.

"Now... spread your outer lips...look into the camera, good. Now, stroke yourself down there."

Fortunately I didn't freeze. My right hand moved of its own accord and the middle finger rested on my opening.

"That's it...nice and slowly. Look at the camera..."

By reflex action, my thumb circled my clit and it responded at once. To my relief my pussy started to cream again.

"How about a finger or two inside? Can you show me how wet you are inside? There's some lubricant here if you need it," Ted offered.

"No, no, I'm just fine," I replied as I felt my juices flow again, and slipped two fingers into my hot pussy.

"Okay...let's see them..."

I held up my glistening fingers in an inviting pose.

"Back in again Jill..."

Then my exhibitionism took over again and I proceeded to masturbate in earnest, peeking at him occasionally to try to sense his reaction.

"Pull your fingers out again. Hold yourself open and just dip your middle finger inside...great, great, looks really hot...they're going to love these."

Although concentrating on my pleasure, I heard a polite cough and looked up to see another man standing a few feet away. A rapport had developed between Ted and me and I was shocked that another stranger was watching me frig myself. Instinctively, I drew out my fingers and placed my hands over my pussy.

Ted lowered his camera, "Jill, this is Scott."

"Sorry to interrupt...it looked as if you were enjoying yourself," the tall, dark-haired man said as he strode towards me with an outstretched hand, seeming to ignore my nakedness.

Scott looked to be in his late thirties. He was wearing a white toweling robe, and his hair looked damp. After shaking my hand, he sat down on the bed beside me, obviously accustomed to having naked women around.

"I hope I didn't spoil the shoot," he said to Ted. "Excuse the robe...I've just had a shower, but I don't suppose you'll want me clothed for long anyway."

He turned his attention to me with a charming smile, "I didn't mean to embarrass you, but the door was ajar so I just let myself in."

I relaxed under his pleasant casual, approach, but then panicked again, as he slipped off his robe, saying, "I might as well get naked too, I suppose."

His body was lean and athletic, muscular but not bulky, just the way I like it. My eyes roamed over his flat belly, narrow hips and muscled thighs. But of course, I had examined his cock first!

It swung thick and heavy looking, above the bulging sac of his balls and certainly looked promising. He was completely shaved and was the first man I had had seen like that. Automatically I thought how much easier it would be to give him a blowjob and suck his balls without the pubes. That thought immediately led me to another; would it be up to me to get him hard?

I was sure that his cock would be pretty massive when erect, but that went with his job.

"Well, Jill, are you sure that you're ready for this?" Ted asked, watching me closely. "If not, you'd better say so right now and we'll call it a day."

I swallowed and nodded agreement.

To my surprise, Scott took my hand, "I realize that this is just your audition, Jill. Don't worry, just relax, and let nature take its course."

He turned to Ted, "Does she need any lube?"

Ted gave me a sly wink, "Judging by how she has got on so far...I don't think so...okay, Jill?"

Again I nodded mutely, feeling a strange mixture of apprehension and expectation.

We started off with Scott standing behind me with his right arm draped around my waist. I could feel the bulge of his cock against the small of my back and noted that he had a semi-erection already. I supposed that he would use Viagra.

"Now your other hand across her chest and cup her right breast," Ted directed. "Look over your shoulder at him, Jill."

Without any further guidance, Scott gently massaged my nipple with the palm of his hand and I shivered as it swelled. He obviously knew what to do and as Ted hovered close by, Scott went to work on both my breasts.

As he stroked, tweaked and massaged, he paused frequently to let Ted frame the shots as I looked into the lens. My fears of stage fright had been needless for my body started revving up to full arousal under Scott's skilled treatment. I was sure that my lust would be showing in my eyes. To complete my readiness, I felt his cock rapidly hardening as he pressed against me.

Then Ted muttered, "Okay Scott...over to you...you know what to do. Just a few licking and penetration shots while I catch her reaction."

Scott kissed my neck through my hair and gently turned me around to face him, holding me at arm's length. My eyes ran down his well-developed, hairless chest, over his firm stomach to his cock. As I had expected it was well above average size and stood out from his balls like a flagpole. I tried not to stare and looked back up to focus on his face. His shower gel had left a fresh outdoor smell.

With his hands on my waist, he slowly sank to his knees letting his lips trail down my stomach as he moved. Now he was close enough to smell the musky scent of my sex and he would know how aroused I was. He posed for the camera firstly with his outstretched tongue a fraction from my clit, and then moved in for contact.

As if from a distance, I heard Ted urging, "Open your eyes...look at me Jill..."

At the very second that I opened them, Scott's tongue lapped at my swollen clit. My mouth opened in a wordless ohhh, and my eyes went wide with a shock of sensual delight. Despite Ted's command, I couldn't keep them open and I closed them as ripples of pleasure washed over me, and my legs trembled.

I could feel his warm breath on my thighs and mound as his tongue paused its action. At Ted's instructions, I opened my eyes to look at him again as he took shots of the pose. I didn't know whether it showed on my face or not, but I was hovering on the brink of an orgasm. Just a few more licks and I would have been there.

"Great, great...good expressions...perfect..."

I found time to wonder if Ted thought that I was acting, as Scott straightened up, his rod standing proud and swaying slightly.

"Okay Jill...take it in your fingers..."

I reached out and gingerly grasped the firm flesh. Of course, I couldn't get my fingers around the girth and there was a fair length visible above my grip. Well accustomed to cocks as I was, I am always surprised by their heat and feel of tensile strength. It was definitely bone hard and ready for action. I could see why some women might have needed lube to take it in, but fortunately, my pussy was in full flow.

Ted crouched down beside me, and fumbled at my hair. I realized that he was pinning it back so as not to block the view. He took me through several poses, where I knelt gripping the shaft and looking full into the lens of the camera; and others with me looking down at it while I put both hands on it to show its length.

"Okay babe, take it in your mouth," he whispered.

I looked at the tight gleaming skin on the uncut head and saw a drop of pre-cum ooze out. I opened my mouth wide to encompass his girth, and quickly sealed my lips tightly around him; bending my neck to get my mouth into position. He held still to allow me to do all the work at this stage.

The camera hovered on the periphery of my vision as Ted moved in, "Look at me," he hissed. "Great...can you take in a bit more?"

The rigid cock pulsed as I slowly slid my lips down an inch then back up to the head again. I repeated the action - going a little lower each time. It occurred to me that I was doing a bit more than requested - maybe I was enjoying it too much. But it was a beauty of a cock.

As I progressed lower, his shaft became slippery with my saliva. Each time I slid back up, my cheeks hollowed from the intensity of the suction from my mouth, as my lips gripped him. I was sure that Ted would be getting some great shots.

Then that action was stopped and we moved to the bed. I was put on my back in the fuck-me position and Scott moved between my thighs for a cunnilingus shot.

"You okay with this?" Scott asked.

My immediate response was: Do bears shit in the woods? But only in my thoughts; instead I nodded yes.

Scott slowly lowered his face toward my exposed pussy. I could feel his warm breath on my inner thighs and saw Ted changing positions to get the best angle.

"Open your mouth, Jill...put your arm across your forehead as if he's taking you to the moon and back."

I felt like telling Ted to shut up, but did as I was told. Then a mouth closed over my clit - well, hello, moon!

Without thinking about what I was doing, I hooked my heels over Scott's shoulders, as an intense blast of delight shot through me from the skilled tongue and lips.

Then it was over before it had hardly got started, and I actually groaned in frustration. As Scott got to his knees, he picked up on it immediately,

"How're you doing...are you ready to get really personal now?"

"Yes," I heard myself answer huskily; my arousal evident in my voice.

"Okay, I'll put it in halfway and stop while Ted gets his shots, and then I'll withdraw...okay?"

I nodded as I looked down at the swaying cock.

Ted moved in, "Reach down and spread wide open for him, Jill. For the camera, show him where you want it to go."

I touched my outer lips and eased them wide in the wanton pose he wanted. I could feel my juices trickling free and I was as aroused as I had been for quite a while.

"That's it... great..."

"All right, Jill, grab his cock as if you are guiding it right into your honey pot."

I hated that way of describing my cunt, but I did as I was told. Leaving one hand holding my pussy open, I used the other to draw his cock downwards. When I met the resistance of the erect rubbery shaft, Scott had to bend lower to follow my grip. He eased forward until the bulging head was touching my wet slit and paused for photos.

He took it over from me and rubbed his cockhead between my puffy lips and along my slit, moistening it with my juices. I suppressed a moan, and somehow managed to fight the urge to push my hips against it to urge him inside me.

Finally, Scott eased forward and was still for a few seconds as his cock met the resistance of my pussy ring. Then it stretched for him and the big head plopped into me. He slid in for a couple of inches and stopped again as Ted took photos of the cock impaling me.

I admired Scott's professional control. As my pussy stretched to take his girth, every fiber of my body longed for him to plunge in all the way and fill me, and I had to really battle to remain still.

"Pull it out to just the head," Ted instructed. "Okay, in a bit now..."

Once more, Scott paused after entry, but it felt as if he was in a bit deeper this time. Suddenly, something exploded in my brain and I lost control. I can't explain it, but with a purely reflex action, I braced my feet and my hips pushed back at Scott. Taken by surprise, he made no effort to hold me back as what felt like most of his cock was drawn inside my greedy clutching pussy.

There was a moment of stillness and then, deciding correctly that I was up for it, Scott swung his hips. I hissed in pleasure as he kept pushing, forcing himself deeper inside me. His hands grasped my legs and hoisted them over his shoulders until he was as far inside as he could get.

Even then, he was gentle as the head of his cock pressed against my cervix. He paused again and we both held still. I savored the joy of his big cock filling my pussy as it stretched to enfold and grip it. He moved, pulling almost all the way out of me, and then thrust in again all the way. Each slow and steady thrust opened more of my pussy and eventually it seemed that I was taking in nearly all of him.

Totally forgetting all about Ted, I moaned and gripped Scott's muscled shoulders as I gave myself up to the demands of my body. I suppose for Scott, this was just another day - another fuck. Although, it might have been a bonus for him not to have a cameraman yelling instructions.

Perhaps the spontaneity of it appealed to him, because he was certainly giving me a wonderfully controlled and skilful fuck. As he began to shag me with slow steady strokes, I moved my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his narrow firm waist. Using them for leverage, I worked my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. My body was shaking with desire as we worked as one, his cock smoothly pumping my tightly clinging cunt.

Without a hint of shame, I reached down for my clit with one hand, digging my nails into his shoulder with the other. My arousal had been kept on the boil for ages and almost before I realized it, I felt the powerful sizzle of an explosive orgasm bubble up and I came with a rush.

My orgasmic screams didn't seem to bother Scott and his tempo didn't falter as he fucked me on through my climax, making it go on and on. I'm always embarrassed by my screams, although men say that they find them a turn-on. I suppose Scott would have been well accustomed to his female actors putting on fake orgasms, and I couldn't help wondering, for a second, if he appreciated that my screams were genuine.

My legs relaxed and flopped down to the bed, but he kept on smoothly fucking me as if nothing had happened. I expected him to cum soon, but no - Mr. Duracell just kept on and on.

Supporting himself on one arm, he started to fondle my breasts with the other. It certainly seemed that Scott was enjoying himself, or was setting out to prove just how good he was at making me cum.

For a second, it reminded me of the fuck machine I had experienced, a month or so previously with a group of swingers. But this was much, much more enjoyable and I found myself responding once more. I opened my eyes briefly to see that Ted had disappeared - all this being standard fare for him, I suppose.

From my earlier uncontrollable urges, I settled into a relaxed semi-stupor of voluptuous pleasure. My legs snaked around his hard ass and my fingers reached for my demanding clit.

As I stroked it, Scott just kept tirelessly and methodically working his dick in my sloppy pussy. As I began to go a bit crazy, I writhed wildly under him. He varied his angle of thrust and the speed of his attack. For a few long seconds, he would fuck me furiously, until I cried out, "Ohhh yes...ohhh fuck yeees..." Then he would ease up and come to an almost complete stop before resuming smoothly.

I was receiving a master-class in fucking from a professional. The man's control was phenomenal as he worked me, with my help, through a succession of orgasms. It was only afterwards that I had time to wonder if he was helped by drugs or creams.

The combination of clit and pussy stimulation is for me just about the ultimate in orgasms; surpassed only by the occasional perfect storm of a skilful and successful double penetration and clit climax.

His thick cock just kept sliding in and out, giving waves of pleasure with each stroke. Both my hands were now dancing above and around his cock as they pleasured my clit.

I came again and again with mini-orgasms and they flowed effortlessly, one after the other. I floated on clouds of pleasure as if I had died and gone to heaven.

Apart from my final screams, I'm normally fairly quiet during a fucking unless, dirty talk is called for. However, this time I kept giving out those unintelligible fuck sounds that women can make; gasps, groans, and cries of ecstasy; a torrent of obscene gibberish.

Finally, I sensed that his control was starting to crack. Sweat splashed onto my breasts as his action faltered and he shook his head as if in a struggle.

I was very near another orgasm, "Come on, baby, give it to me!" I screamed in a greedy frenzy as I pumped my hips at him.

Shamelessly and not caring who heard me, "That's it...oh yeah... fuck me harder... harder... harder..."I demanded.

And, man, he surely did!

With a growl, he gripped my thighs and pushed my legs back to my breasts so that I was bent almost double, as he pounded into my pussy. This time he was really whacking the top, and if I hadn't been so thoroughly aroused and stretched, I'm sure it would have really hurt.

My final climax grew rapidly, spurred on by his frenzied efforts. In my state of hypersensitivity, I seemed to chart its course with amazing clarity. It traveled upwards from some nerve centre between my clit and cunt, raced through my belly and exploded in my head like shooting stars.

I howled like an animal.

As I started to recover some awareness of anything outside my ecstasy, I became dimly aware that Scott's cock was no longer in me. As I raised my head to look down, my heightened senses caught the aroma of the musk from my gaping pussy.

Scott was kneeling between my thighs with his rigid, glistening cock in his hand, stroking it gently. I had a perfect view of the first chain of globules of semen spurting towards me. He was sitting back on his legs, and from that distance, they would normally have landed on my stomach. But such was the force of his ejaculation that the first drops reached as far as one of my breasts. I watched as spurt after spurt left a white ribbon down my belly.

I knew that was called the money shot in porn filming, but there were no cameras around.

"Better safe than sorry, Jill," Scott murmured with a smile. "There should be a towel around..."

He got to his feet, fetched a towel from the articles Ted had brought with him and handed it to me, "Well...what happened there? I think we got carried away a bit...are you all right?"

I was grateful for his using "we" since I was the one who had lost control. I gave him a quick smile of reassurance and then dipped my head to hide my embarrassment as I thanked him for the towel.

"Well, I'd better go for another shower," Scott said as he pulled on his robe. "I hope the agency takes you on...they'll be crazy if they don't! Perhaps we'll be working together one day...I'd like that."

My face went red again, as I mumbled some thanks, but secretly I was thinking - and I'd like that too, big boy.

He left, saying that he'd tell Ted that we were finished, and by the time that I had wiped myself over, and dressed, the photographer had returned. He grinned knowingly at me, as he showed me to the women's rest room and shower facilities. But thankfully, he made no comment about my off-camera antics with Scott.

"Well that's it for now Jill. Thanks for your co-operation. I'm glad to be able to tell you that the images look very good. I'll get them onto the computer and the team will have a look."

He gave me an encouraging smile, "You're lucky, Jill...it looks as if the camera loves you...congratulations."

I traveled home in a dream-like state, scarcely believing the day's events. I phoned Brian to tell him the news and thank him for all his efforts in getting me the audition. I decided to leave out the extra bit with Scott.

So that's how it happened. A week later, I received a letter to say that I had been accepted by the modeling agency and requesting me to agree to undertake a training course with them.

My life was about to change in the most dramatic way; even more than I could ever have imagined.

BY JILLBABY