Revenge Sex
written by:
Amy Jo

Steve was in the den on the computer and I was watching "Dancing With the Stars" when I heard him yell, " Holy shit . . . AJ come here! You have got to see this!" He continued as soon as I entered the room, "Isn't this your friend from high school? What's her name . . . it sure looks like it!" I approached the computer screen to get a closer look, and sure enough, there was my best friend, Nadia, with her lips wrapped around a stiff cock! Her head frantically bobbing up and down, concentrating on the crown of the fully erect dick she cradled in her hand.

Oh crap, I knew that was going to come back to bite me eventually. It took five years, but . . . there it was. The relationship Steve and I had built together was founded on trust and honesty. I never lied to him. I didn't lie to him then . . . I just didn't tell him the whole truth. That wasn't lying, was it? I watched the video as Nadia pushed the rigid column of flesh against his stomach to lick at the ball sack that dangled beneath, and knew that it was time to break my vow of silence and confess the secret that I had kept for so long.

"Yes, that's Nadia", I started. Steve seemed surprised that I was not more shocked, so I continued, "Remember my Sophomore year when I told you that I wouldn't be able to go with you to Florida for Spring Break?" Steve sat with his mouth open, but unable to speak as he waited for me to continue . . . fearful of what I might share.

Steve knew that Nadia and I were best friends in high school. Nadia's family moved from Turkey for her father to take a position on the surgical team at our local hospital when we were in the 8th grade. We became fast friends and were inseparable all the way through high school. Both of our parents were very strict, so neither of us were allowed to have real "car" dates until we were considerably older than most of the other girls. We spent a lot of time together, and frequently had sleep-overs where we talked about boys and sex. Neither of us really knew anything about either, but we talked like we did. Mostly we joked, giggled, and fantasized about them. And of course we shared gossip about the other girls, and who was "doing it" with who.

Nadia was beautiful, very exotic looking, and she had a cute accent that all the guys thought was sexy. And I also got a lot of attention from the boys. They used to always tease me, "Damn AJ, you have a great rack!" I would giggle, but I didn't even know what that meant until Nadia told me. We were quite the pair: Nadia, a dark-haired, olive skinned little hard body, and I a blond, with fair skin and big boobs! Anyway, even though we didn't date, we were popular, members of the cheerleading squad, and by our Junior year of high school we were both voted to the Prom Court.

As I mentioned, we were both "late bloomers", but Nadia started dating before me. She made Greg wait a long time before she surrendered her body to him. I would eagerly wait for our sleep-over nights to hear all the "juicy" details. She told me about "french kissing" and how she felt the first time he touched her nipples and between her legs. And I swooned when she told me about how hard Greg got when she allowed him to touch her.

She and Greg dated the last two years of high school and continued dating into college, even though her father sent her to college at San Diego State while Greg and I stayed in town to go to college. I shared all of that as background information . . . now on with the story!

As I watched Nadia sucking cock with the enthusiasm of a starving calf, a flood of decadent memories and images of that day flashed vividly back to me, and I began my confession to Steve. Of course, Steve remembered his disappointment when I backed out of going on Spring Break with him. I had gotten a call from Nadia. I had never heard her so distraught. She was crying uncontrollably, barely able to get words out between her sobs. She had learned that Greg had cheated on her. She thought of Greg as her soul mate, he was the only boy she had been with, she thought they would eventually marry and be together forever . . . she would have never considered having sex with him it she didn't. She strongly believed that sex was a special gift that a woman gave to the man she loved . . . and only to him!

We talked for hours and she calmed down only when I promised to visit her for Spring Break. She told me that I was the only person she trusted and that she needed me. How could I refuse. I told Steve that I could not go with him to Florida and that I would instead go to be with Nadia. He was very disappointed, but understanding, and off I went to California to be with my friend.

The first night in San Diego we hung out at her apartment, sitting on her bed and talking like we did as kids, only this time we shared a couple of bottles of good California wine, drinking it straight from the bottle. Our pitty party lasted well into the morning, and she told me in detail about Greg seeing another girl behind her back, their argument and break up, Greg's attempt to apologized and make up, and her unwillingness to ever trust him again. She told how she thought she had something really special with Greg and how badly it hurt her to learn that he had been unfaithful. He had taken something from her that she could never have back. She explained that she had told him how important it was for her to save her virginity for the man she married and now she would never be pure for her husband. But he didn't care enough, threw everything they had away, and she would never forgive him for that! She said that she hated him, and she wanted him to feel the hurt that she did.

I thought it was just the wine talking, but she reached back, pulled an underground newspaper from the bedside table and handed it to me. She had it folded to the classified section and had something circled in red. " Casting Call: Looking for girl next door type for erotic video shoot. Looking for easy money? Start immediately. Safe, comfortable setting. No experience needed. I love working with new models. E-mail a clothed, full body shot in tank top and shorts as application for session appointment."

At first I thought she was just joking, but she wasn't laughing. "You can't be serious about this, Nadia. Don't do this!" " This is not a good idea", I argued. "Too late", she argued back, "I e-mailed a picture and have an appointment scheduled for tomorrow!" I fought back, "Nadia, you can't do this . . . it's not right!" Nadia ended the argument with " AJ, I've made up my mind! Greg took something from me that I can never get back . . . I will never be pure again, and Greg knows how important that was for me . . . now I just don't give a shit! Greg told me that he loved me and begged me to forgive him and take him back . . . but I can't! Now I want him to hurt just like I hurt. I'm going to send him the video. I want him to know what he is missing. I want him to know what he took from me. I want him to see that now I'll suck and fuck anyone, even a stranger . . . but not him! I'll never fuck him!" I tried to talk her out of it, but it was of no use. She told me I was the only person in the world that she trusted and that I had to go with her so she didn't have to go alone. I knew it was going to come back and bite us both, but what was I to do. I loved her like a sister and I would have done anything for her.

By mid morning we were off for LA. It was surreal. I always imagined porn stars on their way to a shoot dressed in spandex mini dresses, faces painted like hussies. And here we were: two "Goody-two-shoes" dressed in jeans and tank tops, looking like co-eds on a road trip. But Nadia was about to star in a porno!

We arrived at the address Max had given a few minutes early and used the time to smoke a joint, just to bolster our confidence and suppress our anxiety and inhibitions. The neighborhood was old, but clean and bright. It was in a warehouse district that was being renovated to attract a younger crowd of urban professionals. It didn't look sleazy at all. The brass plaque along side the door confirmed that it was a video studio. We entered an office area to find a young man, just a few years older that us, sitting behind the only desk in the room. He quickly rose, moved from around the desk and extended his hand in introduction. Max was very professional, charismatic, and I must admit, handsome. He offered us a soft drink and seated us at the desk. Obviously experienced, he chatted with us a while to sooth our nerves. He asked very mundane questions about where we went to school and or majors. He told us that lots of college girls did this to help pay for expenses and that as cute as we were, we could make a lot of money if we wanted to. Finally he asked us to stand so he could see us. I had no intention of doing anything, but like Nadia, I stood and followed his directions. It was funny: we were both raised in very strict families and were taught to do what we were told, so it was just natural to stand up when he asked us to. After all I would have never refused to so something that daddy told me to do. Old habits are hard to break, I guess. He had us turn around slowly so he could see us from every angle, and the complements flowed freely. He complemented our hair, and told us we had exquisite features, beautiful faces, and hot bodies. He told Nadia that she was a little hard-body and said I had a great ass and asked it my tits were natural. And I answered him . . . what the hell was I doing? It felt so strange posing for him. We both had our fair share of appreciative looks from guys, but usually when we made eye contact they looked away sheepishly. Not this guy, he was examining us like he was a purchasing agent buying steak for an upscale restaurant chain. I must admit it was arousing!

He had us sit again and began to go over all the legal stuff, contracts, waivers, and fees. He pushed the documents in front of Nadia and she signed without hesitation. Then he pushed a second set in front of me. At first I couldn't get any sounds to come out of my mouth, but finally managed, "No, no, I'm just here to support her." "I'm not going do any filming." He argued back, "Oh hun, with a face and body like yours, you could make a lot of money in a very short time." When I refused a second time he let it drop. He explained to Nadia that he did all filming upstairs and that I could wait in the office. Nadia pleaded that she wanted me to be with her and asked him to let me go with them. He responded, " I don't normally do that, but I'll make an exception for you two." "Maybe when you see how easy it is, you may change your mind, AJ." "We can always sign these documents later."

An old freight elevator took us to the second floor, which was an opened loft like apartment. It was newly renovated and tastefully furnished with a living area, dining area and kitchen. He led us to a door at the rear of the opened area, which led to a bedroom. It was furnished with a simple queen-size bed, nightstand, and dresser. Everything was white: furniture, walls, and carpet, except for a black leather couch along side the bed. A shuttered window to the side of the bed flooded the room with natural light, obviously designed to enhance lighting for photography.

Max had us sit on the end of the bed and went to the dresser, returning with a video camera and three glasses of wine on a tray. He set the camera on the bed behind us, gave a glass to each of us, took one himself, and joined us on the edge of the bed. As soon as he sat down our anxiety increased exponentially, but being an experienced professional, he made no attempt to rush us. We drank the wine and visited like we were old friends, his charismatic and friendly demeanor quickly put us at ease. Showing my ignorance, I mentioned that I thought there would be reflecting screens and large cameras on tripods filming from several angles. He laughed and responded, " We're not filming a mini series here." "This is designed to be very natural and shot as a POV." He quickly defined himself, "Point of view . . . I want the viewer to see the action as if it is his cock that getting sucked!"

With that he took the empty glasses from us, set them on the tray, and placed them on the floor along side the bed. Then, standing in front of us, as casually as taking off a jacket, he deftly unzipped his jeans, and lowered them on his hips. He wore no underwear and his still soft cock hung loose within the "V" formed by his open zipper, at eye level, just inches from our faces, swaying from side to side as he moved. I'm not sure what Nadia was doing at that point, because, to be honest, I couldn't take my eyes off the piece of meat that I was now inspecting. Although it sat nestled in a thin short-cropped bed of hair, his balls were shaved so that no detail of his manhood was obscured. His scrotum dangled loose so that it separated and defined each of his balls. His meaty cock sprouted out from the blond curls to curve down and to his right. The shaft tapered slightly as it gave way to an elongated mushroom shaped crown. His dick head appeared more tender and pink than the rest, and was marred only by a small slit at the very tip, guarded by a protruding flap of skin. I was staring, opened mouthed, and frozen in concentration. I barely felt when he took my wrist, and twisted my hand, palm upwards. He hunched his hips abruptly, causing his cock to swing wildly up to slap against his abdomen and then flop downwards to land with a thud in my upturned palm! Instinctively my hand closed around it before it dawned on me that I was gripping the naked cock of a man I had met only moments before! As I held his cock trying to figure out what I was going to do, Nadia reached over and began to cup his ball sack, lifting it to test its weight and then tugging on it to fondle his balls. I stroked the shaft a few times and it began to stiffen and lengthen in my grasp. It was only the third cock I had ever seen and the first I was able to examine closely under bright lights. It seemed odd, but also very erotic to caress the bare organ while still fully clothed, and in moment of curiosity, I touched tip of its crown, pinching it gently between my forefinger and thumb, and prodding the slit to gape open, I peered in it's mouth. Although the shaft was a hard as marble, its head was soft and spongy. Suddenly I came to my senses, thought of Steve, and what I was doing. I released my grip, stood quickly and stepped away.

Max didn't miss a beat. He immediately tuned his attention to Nadia, placed his hand on the back of her neck, pushed her toward his groin, and instructed, "Suck it, sweet thing." Without hesitation, Nadia plunged down on the erect pillar of flesh twitching in her hand. As he guided Nadia to her knees on the floor between his legs, he instructed me to give him the camera, and encouraged Nadia with, "Oh that's good baby, keep sucking it." Nadia never let his cock slip from her mouth! I handed the camera to him as I watched intently, previously unaware of the voyeuristic excitement of watching two people have sex.

She was moaning and alternately licking his shaft and sucking its length, seemingly in another world, but she never forgot why she had come. Surprising us both, she pulled is dick from her mouth with a "pop", and with a sheepish expression, asked directly, "Will you send a copy of this to my boyfriend?" He was a bit taken back for a second, but then looked toward me and responded, "We'll send one with your girlfriend too." Nadia began to suck his cock in a frenzy of lust, and he seemed to enjoy putting on a show for Greg. He wanted to make sure Greg understood that Nadia was giving herself to him, and began to ask questions, expecting her to answer with a mouth full of his cock. He asked, "What's your name, naughty girl?" and, "How old are you?" She sucked hard on his dick until it "popped" from her lips and lapped at his cock head before answering truthfully, "Nadia" and "19". He made her look directly at the camera, and open her eyes to answer his question, " What are you doing right now, Nadia?" While rubbing his engorged cock across her lips and face, and knowing Greg would be watching, she answered clearly, "Sucking your dick!"

He was enjoying the fact that she had a boyfriend and continually made her talk to the camera while she was performing for him. He encouraged her into more and more depraved acts with, "You're such a nasty girl", and zoomed in again for a close-up as he inquired, "What are you doing now, nasty girl?" She played to the camera, looking up from his now tightened balls, gave another big slurp and replied, "Licking your balls!" She was fully aroused and barely aware that I was in the room as she attacked his dick enthusiastically sucking and licking. At his request she even begged him to "fuck her mouth!" He willingly complied, and fucked her mouth in a flurry of hunches! He shoved his dick deep to the back of her throat, and with her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft he came right to the point, " Are you going to get even like this?" With a cock deep in her throat she could only mumble for Greg to hear, "uh huh".

This banter continued as he instructed her to strip for him. He made her stand against the wall a few feet from him so that he could enjoy her strip. She stripped totally naked for him in a brightly lit room, something I know she had never done for Greg. Still Max was not done showing Greg the extent of his control over her. Making her pose naked for him, still against the wall, he again questioned her, " Do you like my cock?" She answered shyly, "Yes." And he followed up with, "What are you going to do with it, Nadia?" She looked directly into the camera, completely naked, and responded, "Fuck it." I was shocked that my best friend was acting like a total slut, but I was also very aroused watching her, and maybe a bit envious that she had the nerve to do it!

He rose and with his steel-hard cock now twitching in the air he approached her at the wall, grabbed a hand full of boob, and asked, "Does Greg get rough with you, Nadia?" When she told him no, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and threw her, naked, on the bed. " But, you like it don't you, Nadia?" "Now play with that pretty little cunt for me!" Nadia spread her legs wide apart to show him everything between them, putting her female charms on blatant display. Although she had always been reserve with Greg, she showed him how willing she was to totally expose herself to this stranger. She rubbed, poked, fingered, and slapped her fully exposed pussy until her outer lips were dark, swollen and distended . . . obediently doing whatever depraved act he asked of her. He reached out to explore the open mouth of her kitty with his fingertips and exclaimed, "Your pussy is so wet!" "Why are you so wet, Nadia?" When she was low in responding, he slapped her pussy lips and repeated his question. She finally, defiantly looked straight into the camera and said, "Because I'm horny!" He followed up with, "Do you want me to fuck you, Nadia?" " Show me where do you want me to put my dick?" With her legs widely spread, she reached between them with both hands, pinched an outer lip between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled her distended lips out and open to display her most private hole to him and begged, "Put it right in here!" Her inner lips were hot pink, shiny, and wet to proclaim her arousal to Max, Greg, or anyone who might watch the video! Total surrender!

Max climbed between her legs, aligned his cock with the target Nadia was providing in open invitation to him, and zoomed in to capture only the second cock to ever penetrate her. Nadia, moaned, squirmed, squealed, and begged Max as he pounded her little pussy from multiple positions. Throughout his fuckfest he demanded naughty talk, and she willingly provided it: "Your cock is bigger than Greg's." "You fuck better than Greg!" And finally, " I want you to cum in my mouth!" " Cum all in my mouth!" She wanted Greg to know that she had lost all restraint . . . all inhibitions. She wanted Greg to understand that what she had once thought precious to be given exclusively to him, would now be given to anyone . . . but him!

Kneeling submissively on the floor, her head tilted back, mouth open, tongue out like a hungry baby bird at feeding, she waited. She didn't wait long. A couple of strokes of his dick and he squirted a ribbon of cum across her face onto her forehead, recoiled and squirted twice again. The second two loads puddled on the curve of her tongue . . . one more thing she had never done with Greg. His manhood, now drained, flopped limp against his thigh. She swallowed all he had offered and continued licking his limp dick clean, as if she wasn't ready to give it up. From between Max's legs, looking over his limp cock, with cum streaked across her face and dripping from her chin, she looked once more into the camera with a final message to Greg. "I'm fucking a new dick now! "Fuck you!"

Nadia went our separate ways after that. From the few calls that I got from her I learned that she continued exploring her wild ways. I settled down with Steve and we married two years later. I know that she did mail Greg a copy of the video. He asked me to meet him for lunch after he got it. Greg was really a nice guy, and he really loved her . . . he just made a bad choice one night at a drunken fraternity party . . . and he paid dearly for that mistake . . . he lost her forever. If it was truly her intent to punish him and make him hurt . . . she was successful . . . he was crushed to see her act that way . . . he still loved her!

I had moved on and hadn't even thought of that day until the night Steve yelled, " Holy shit, AJ come here!"

PLEASE READ THIS : If you're interested, message me on ESmail and I'll tell you how you can see Nadia's video for yourself! I guess what they say is true . . . once it's on the internet, it never goes away! Love and kisses . . . AJ