The “Victory Lap” Audition

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The “Victory Lap” AuditionIt was about 48 hours after my first experience in the porn industry and I was back at work at hooking. I was trying to pick up a customer at the bar but there were no takers. I walked out and found Gary beside my car. I had met him briefly at the studio where I had made my first movie. He was the perfect specimen of a Midwestern hood. Mid-20’s, tall, thin, and wirey with black jeans and jean jacket over a plain white shirt. His hair that looked like it was held in place with salad oil. More attractive than it sounds, I guess.He smiled and opened up the rear door to the car next to mine. It was a big land yacht – a Lincoln or a Caddie or something. Absolutely cavernous inside. Gary’s expression and manner told me I should get in. I climbed into strange men’s cars all the time, so I slid in and he climbed in behind me. I didn’t feel threatened and it didn’t seem like I was in danger. I found myself sitting between Gary and a much older man wearing an expensive suit and too much cologne. He nodded to me and again to a driver in the front seat and we were on our way.We darted into traffic and onto a freeway before anyone spoke, then the older man gave me a smile and told me that he had really appreciated my fine performance. He was a fan. I smiled at that – I was still a little sore from the days work but I had enough money to pay some rent and buy some stuff. It was all good.I didn’t ask where we were going and no one volunteered. It was kind of awkward, and I’ve always been the type to do something totally inappropriate at a time like that. I noticed that Gary was checking out my tits in the low cut sundress I was wearing and I knew he’d also been ‘a fan’ of the performance I had turned in on set before. (He had an amazing hard-on which I saw tenting out his pants as he watched behind the lights.)I smiled and asked if either of them would like a quick hand-job for $20. After all, we both hand nothing else to do and I was all about the money. We were headed out of the city and there was nothing out there for several miles but corn – so I figured I might as well ply my trade.“Twenty bucks? Honey you’re selling yourself too cheap,” muttered the old man.“Okay then, how about $200 and I’ll throw in some wrist action.”The old man smiled and Gary laughed a little to hard at that. The old man whispered that it was tempting, but we’d be at our destination in just a few minutes. “Besides” he said, “We’ve got lots of time to get to know each other. Let’s get to the house and we’ll have a drink.”As if on cue, we took a quick right turn off the freeway, and a few minutes later pulled up into the long driveway of perhaps the largest home I had ever seen. It looked like a small hotel or maybe a country club. Big double door entry way and a brick canlı bahis and marble exterior. A total mansion of the type I’d only seen on television, all of it just minutes off the freeway shielded from the roads by acres of corn stalks.We exited the car and the air conditioned interior of the vehicle gave way to a blast of summer heat, and then back to air conditioned splendor as soon as we entered the house. I was led into a big room complete with multiple sitting areas, a full bar and a pool table. Big sliding glass windows looked out to the swimming pool an spa area outside. We were met by a whole contingent of men and women – most of whom I had met or at least seen on the movie set the day before. I took a seat on a couch across from the old man and he was joined by the producer who had originally approached me with the idea of doing a porn movie. I smiled at him and asked him if he’d been back to the woman’s jail yet. (That’s where he had met me – I had just finished doing 30 days for solicitation and was just walking toward the bus stop when he introduced himself.)The producer muttered something about how he was always looking for new talent. I did a fake pout, batted my eyes and I told him I wasn’t done yet and he didn’t need anyone else because he had me.That seemed to be the right answer. There was some discussion and some dollar figures were thrown around, and pretty quick there was agreement that we’d be back on camera the next day. I don’t exactly remember who it was that suggested it, but the fee I’d negotiated included a “victory lap audition.” They had already seen my work – and we had even agreed on my next movie fee – but it was understood that as part of the deal.I was going to do a scene and suck a dick – right there in that big room. Right then.The fee we’d agreed on was almost twice what I’d made on the prior film. I’d have done just about anything for that.A small crowd gathered around for my audition and a man walked into the room I had not seen before. A big, massive black man. This wasn’t something I had ever done before. It was the late 70’s and a lot of sex taboos had been broken in the last dozen years or so in porn and on tv, but this was still corn country and I’d had a hundred John’s at least in my career, but they had must about all been of the Caucasian variety.There wasn’t a lot of pre-amble to it. I go on my knees on the carpet and he stepped up to the batters box. At least a dozen people formed a circle around us.I knew I should put on a show so I reached out at first tentatively and examined the bulge in his slacks as if I was discovering cock for the first time. As it grew I feigned growing excitement, and with a bit of touching the monster was straining against the fabric. I mouthed it through his pants a few times bahis siteleri – breathed heavily on it through the material. Finally, I went for the zipper and slowly untangled his still not quite erect cock from a tangle of underwear. It’s color was a dark angry purple at the tip fading back to a more appealing dark chocolate at the base. Not incredibly large – 8” or so – but thick. Like soda can thick. This man must have been knew to the movie crew as there were some small gasps as I went to work with my tongue and brought his penis to it’s full attention. I moved around it – exploring the shaft and the tip. Licking. Nibbling. Admiring. I had no idea what to do with it all.I took a moment to move back and pulled down his pants down completely. It was a struggle to get them down around his big muscular ass and legs. I had never been a fan of nose to zipper action – so many men preferred it that way but it bothered my skin. The totally new experience of dense, springy afro American pubic hair took a bit to get used to as I ran my tongue around his thighs and took a minute to tongue bathe his tight balls.Finally, he seemed completely erect and it was more like a long hard rubber tube and the “rock” hardness I was used to from other men. I wondered if black men and white men had different cocks entirely as I put myself to work with all of my best pre-suck moves. I licked his stomach and stuck my tongue into the little pee hole. I stroked the length and cupped his balls with my hand and then my mouth.Finally, it was time for me to put the monster completely in my mouth. It did not go down easy.I had sucked a lot of cocks by this point in my life. It was a popular service of my business. Most times a cock got very hard and stayed that way until the grande finale, or failed to get hard completely in which case I would put in a good college effort but throw in the towel after about 8 minutes. This was more like mouthing unbaked biscuits you get out of a can. It filled my mouth in a way that was unique – the mass finding every nook and cranny of my oral cavity and filling it with fleshy cock.I made a show of enjoying it, looking up into his eyes as I serviced him and lifting my dress and sliding my hand down my panties to let the audience know I was playing along.I let my fingers do a dance on my vagina while I sucked, just being in the moment of enjoying that big black dick for a while. I was a professional and rolled out the red carpet that was my mouth, and for about 10 minutes we swapped power. Sometimes I sucked his cock in and out of my mouth or violently jammed my face onto this cock and down my throat. Other times I sat still while he fucked my face in long measured strokes that brought his shaft from the tip of my lips to the deepest of my throat. I bahis şirketleri tasted his pre-cum but the expression on his face remained passive and his eyes felt cold as I serviced him on my knees with my hands in my panties.My knees were getting sore and I was growing frustrated as things progressed. I tried every trick in the book but he didn’t go over the edge and remained almost aloof to my sluttish service. Finally I had an idea. I removed my mouth and grabbed his hips firmly, spinning him around 180 degrees slowly and running my tongue over the skin of his hips and thighs as I went. Finally I was staring at his fabulously muscled ghetto booty. The audience gasped again as I dived into the rear cleavage with my mouth – biting the cheeks softly. He finally bent forward allowing me access to his asshole – and I went to work exploring it.This was no simple rimjob. I used my whole mouth – fucking him with my tongue while sucking on the puckered hole with my mouth. It was an enthusiastic French kiss with a deep southern twist, and soon enough for the first time I had him coming to life. I took a moment to spit a big wad into my hand and reached around to go to work on his cock before I attacked his ass with my mouth again.Within a minute I could feel the first tight contortions as he came in big spurts. I finished the spot of butt I was tongue fucking and spun him around to see if I could catch what remained of his ejaculate. The cum that had been caught in my hand formed a white silky lotion on this beautiful cock and I licked it up as best I could for at least a full minute.He finally pushed my mouth away and I took a more complete view of the situation. The audience was at a still and rapt attention and you could tell that I had performed well. As a seemingly final act, I bowed down to put my face on the ground before him, taking the moment to lick stray drops of thick cum off the floor as I went. The man – I still didn’t know his name – pulled up his pants enough that he could move to a nearby leather chair. He sank into the chair as if in a stupor, his still receding cock leaking a small puddle onto the cushion. I stood up, repositioned my underwear and smoothed out my dress, wiped my face off and – as they said in the drama department at Charles High, dropped my character. There was applause – strong applause actually – and I smiled and took a small bow. I went back to the seat I had taken before the performance and asked my seatmates if they felt like they had gotten their money’s worth.“Baby I can’t wait to get you in front of a camera tomorrow” said the producer and the old man muttered something about it being pure money. “What the fuck even was that?” asked Gary. I looked over and told him “It’s my favorite character to place, the shameless nasty whore. I’m really good at it.”The old man looked over at me and raised a glass while nudging a tumbler full of some dark brown liquid my direction. “I’ll drink to that. Holy Fuck, I will drink to that.”(to be continued)

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