The Job Offer
CindyBlu
At thirty-two I was a successful director of the family business and was able to fund a luxurious lifestyle. I partied often, occasionally dabbled in recreational drugs – a bit of ecstasy and a snort of cocaine now and then. I have a healthy sex life with no particular guy or gal, but that was never a problem. I saw a personal trainer three times a week, and went to the gym independently 4 times a week. I had a top of range Audi and company flats in Kensington and France. I was living the life
My father called a board meeting and dropped the bombshell that a bad investment had resulted in the company facing bankruptcy. What was left of the business was being sold to an investment company and we were to hear their plans for us over the next few days.
First was the text, making me and the rest of my family (Mother, Father and younger sister redundant). Then the demand for my car and the keys to my flat in France and a subletting agreement for my Kensington flat. On the face of it the severance payment was generous, but when you put it against the cost of a flat in Kensington and the high life, I did not realise how little it was.
I was confident of getting a new job, after all I knew a lot of people. However, now I was not paying for everybody’s drinks and snort, they soon started to vanish and my bank balance began to decline and my network had no roles for me.
The years of working for one firm and it being a family firm weighed against me. It soon became common knowledge amongst my circle of acquaintances that I was falling on hard times and my family could not bail me out and no one else was willing to.
Out of the blue I received a call from one of my former visual media production manager – Julie – asking me for a drink and a chat about a possible opportunity. She was a nice girl, I had slept with her a couple of times and we had always got on well with or without our clothes, informally or in work.
We met in a bar in Soho and went through the normal niceties before we got to what we were doing now. After I explained that I was still looking for a job, she started to talk about how she had left the people that had taken over our company and was now really enjoying her new role.
She steadfastly avoided talking about her industry sector or who she was working for. I noticed her hand rested on my knee as she talked and I liked the idea that she was hitting on me. Then she dropped the bombshell and said that she was now in the porn industry and working for a Dutch company, with responsibility for producing and recruiting talent.
She had never struck me as sleazy or slutty, which is what I associated with the porn industry and looking at her, she was neatly dressed, an expensive skirt suit, she could pass as any business woman. “And that’s why I asked to have a drink with you, I was interested in seeing if you would work with us,” Julie said.
“I have obviously held management roles in my parents company, but I don’t really know too much about the porn industry, other than watching the odd DVD or so,” I said.
She smiled and laughed. “We don’t need managers.”
I looked at her quizzically. “What do you need?”
“Susie, you haven’t got any kids, but other than that, you’re a MILF, and you would look great on camera. I have told my boss about you and he would happy to chat with you. If you’re willing, we could screen to test you.”
My chin hit the floor.
“I know you need work and this can pay well. Believe it or not it can keep you in the manner which you have become accustomed. Korea and the far east love older women in speciality films,” she said.
By specialty, I thought she meant lesbian or interracial porn. Her hand was stroking my leg and it felt nice, but my chin was still on the floor. “You can make a career in the right field. Meet my boss, here is my card. Call me.”
I took the card without speaking, as she stood up, her hand ran along my thigh, my stomach over my breasts and then lifted my chin and kissed me long and hard on the lips, She went to the bar and paid the bill and left.
I sat there stunned, the barman came to the table with a G&T, which was paid for, presumably to anaesthetise the shock. I had expected to come here and maybe talk about management jobs, but the idea of being a porn actress had never crossed my mind.
I threw the card into an empty glass and drank my G&T, I might as well have that to pay for a wasted evening, and I could contemplate my poverty at the same time. I downed it in one and got up to leave, and then for no reason at all, I took the card out of the glass and put it in my purse.
*****
For the next few days, I thought nothing of the meeting. Well, that is a slight lie, I did think of that hand on my knee and thigh, which was nice. Then I opened a letter and there was an unexpected charge on my flat, an annual maintenance charge of twelve thousand pounds.
There is nothing to focus the mind more than a huge bill when you’re earning nothing. I worried overnight, waking at four am. Even an orgasm inducing fiddle did not help with me with the stress. So, in the morning, I decided a phone call would not hurt. After all, I was not going to be committing to anything more than a meeting.
Having dropped the card in my bag, it was like finding a needle in a haystack, a deep chasm of darkness. I was never going through with this, but for some reason I was panicking at the loss of the card. Finally, in desperation, I emptied the bag onto my bed and it was not there. Then I realised I had taken my clutch bag with me and it was sitting in there waiting for me.
So I made that call, the first time she did not respond and I left a message, I decided that I needed to do some research while I waited and went onto the internet and started to watch various porn clips. Ok, there was nothing there that I had not done except for anal, but never in front of anyone else and yes, I had thought of gang bangs and stuff but it was just a fantasy.
By the time my phone rang, I was quite excited and it was agreed that I would meet the company head the next day at a house in North London, where they were already shooting. Julie suggested that I wear a smart business outfit, but with the added touch of sexiness with nice underwear (I only have nice underwear so that’s not too difficult), hold ups and high heels.
I quickly called my beautician and arranged a wax for later in the day. Now guys you may be wondering why a girl with no money would go to the expense of a wax job, when a razor was available. Trust me and some of you guys will understand a razor job has nothing on the smooth and the cleanliness of wax and a girl will always put beauty before money.
I admit the idea of doing porn was turning into a huge turn on, but of course I would never go through with it. However, it was worth a few orgasms during the night as my fingers got busy.
My appointment was not till one pm, so I had a leisurely morning, culminating in a soak, more finger play, and getting dressed. White lace bra, front clip, white thong, white hold ups, white silk blouse, four large buttons, black skirt – short but tasteful. A professional looking Armani jacket and heels, but not so high it would be like being on stilts. I had minimal and subtle make up on, and hair in a French plait.
I looked at myself in the mirror by my front door, and said, “Well, you could be the sexiest executive in porn.”
*****
The drive to the designated house was twenty minutes and the closer we got the dryer my mouth got and the wetter my pussy got. I’m not going to do this I said to myself and my head kept on saying it agreed but my pussy was saying something different.
I guessed the house as I entered the street, it was the only one with all the curtains drawn. I rang the bell and Julie answered the door, quickly ushering me in. “Hurry, we don’t want the neighbours to know what goes on in here,” she said quietly.
Apparently the closest they had got to exposure was a suspicious neighbour reporting the building as a cannabis factory. I could hear some noise upstairs as I was led into the living room, it was pretty sparse, just a big leather settee and a side table. “Here is a glass of wine, take a seat and Jake will be with you soon,” Julie said, handing me the glass.
I sat on the settee, and wished I had worn a longer skirt, as I sat down I sunk in and back and the only way to avoid a full view up my skirt was to have my hand covering my modesty. Once I had settled and covered, I looked around the room, there were framed pictures on the walls, girls in various stages of undress and in different sexual positions. There was even one of Julie but apart from a deep cleavage and protruding nipples it was respectable.
I sat there for some time, waiting and listening, I could hear the sounds of sex, occasionally a dog from presumably next door barking, and directions being given.
“No on your back, take him in your mouth, good girl,” a male voice would say. “Now on all fours, good girl”
She seemed to be the only one being instructed, but then I suppose in porn guys are only there for their cocks and they know what they are supposed to do with them. I’d been there an hour listening to the sounds of sex, imagining how this stud was taking a girl with his huge dong. Yes, I was horny as fuck.
Eventually Julie brought Jake to the room, trained as I was when meeting a business associate I struggled to get up to shake his hand, revealing my panties to him. Did I detect a smirk, was that settee the infamous casting couch? Jake took my hand, held it, without moving it felt like he was caressing me all over. Julie smiled and left the room.
Without letting go he gestured that I sit down, there was no choice but to sit on the settee and from where we were standing I had no choice but to be tight next to his arm. We started off with general chit chat and as I relaxed and was related by his hand holding mine, I turned towards him as we talked, forgetting that this position would give him a good view down my skirt.
As we continued to talk we moved on to the theme of the day. Jake asked, “Have you watched porn?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me about it?
As his hands stroked my arm and my thigh, it seemed natural to talk to him about lesbian scenes, guys fucking girls, and gang bangs. Which I think is the extent of my knowledge of porn. As I spoke, he stroked my leg and I was getting more and more turned on. As we talked about my experiences, he asked, “Have you ever been down on another woman?”
“Loads,” I responded with relish.
“Ganged?”
I thought for a second or two and nodded yes. Why I had hesitated I don’t know. “I would, especially with blacks.”
“Anal?”
Oh my god, what was I discussing about myself. “No,” I said, shaking my head.
“Why not?”
I just shrugged. His hand was stroking up to the top of my thigh and I knew I was swollen and soaked. He leaned forward and kissed my lips and I opened my mouth. “You’re a natural for specialist porn, Susie. I could make you a star and earn you lots of money.”
I was breathing hard, my nipples breaking through my bra and blouse. I was never going to do this, and said to him, “How?”
He smiled. “I have a six film contract for you and an advance of ten thousand pounds cash. Sign the contract you get the money tax free, unless you want to declare it, we won’t.” He placed a package on the table and a document, it was the contract. “One time offer, sign now and its yours,” he said with a smile.
I think it was the touches of my hand and arms, his fingers stroking my pussy, the sounds of sex in the background, the pictures on the wall, and my need for money. I picked up a pen and gave the contract a cursory look.
He suddenly stopped my hand holding the pen and looked at me with intense eyes. He said seriously, “Before you sign, Susie, remember you’re not a kid. Young talent gets contracts like this because of their ages. But I think you’re special and you have an inner perv that deserves a contract like this. You’ll need to explore your boundaries, and you’ll need to do anal. ”
I was turned on so much, and his hand was at the top of my thigh, stroking me. I hesitated and I thought for a moment. I picked up the contract, my mouth was dry, my pussy was soaked, and my hand was shaking. I signed my life into porn.
“Stand up,” Jake suddenly ordered. I stood up. “Take off your panties.” I slipped them off. “Pull up your skirt.”
I stood with my skirt scrunched up around my waist, I was exposed from the tops of my hold ups to my waist. “Bend forward over the arm of the settee.”
Now I was beginning to get worried, and hornier. “Now is as good a time as any to lose your anal cherry,” Jake said.
I saw him reach down and take a tube from under the table. I heard the squirt as he squeezed lube onto his hand and then he put his hand between my legs and moved one finger to the entrance of my ass. Well lubed, he slipped it in and then pushed it in and out easing me open. The lube was squirted over the crack of my ass and it worked its way down to his finger, which quickly became fingers. Expertly he manipulated my ass open. I lay there enjoying the feel of his fingers inside me, three of them stretching me open, definitely in ways never experienced before.
I groaned, “Mmmmmmm!”
“You’re a natural, girl, you should’ve been doing this a long time ago,” Jake said.
I heard his zipper, his fingers left my ass, and seconds later it was replaced by his cock at the entrance that had never previously been breached from outside. Gently, he eased his cock in, it hurt, his fingers may have made it easier but it was not pain free.
Bit by bit my ass was filled and slowly he got the root of his cock to meet butt cheeks. Finally, he was home deep inside me, his hands went to my shoulders and his thrusts became hard and fast using me for leverage. My eyes must have been popping out. Once the initial gentleness of his first thrust had taken place he spared nothing and he went deep and fast.
I heard the door to the room and looked up, Julie was watching and taking photos. By now my blouse had been ripped open and my breasts were swinging outside my bra.
As my ass was pummelled, Julie came over to kneel in front of me, and said, “You’re a natural, Susie. We’ve been filming you, and this is going to be your first film.”
With that, she quickly slipped a manacle over each of my wrists so that I was chained from my wrists to the settee. As my ass continued to be pounded, she whispered huskily, “This is why you’ll be special and the Far East will pay so much for your videos and your live performances.”
I followed her gaze as she turned her head, in the doorway stood the biggest fucking Rottweiler I have seen. The penny dropped, just as Jake exploded in me. I was going to be a dog slut movie star. “Aaaaaaaargh,” Jake screamed and thrust forward hard as he emptied his balls inside my forbidden hole.
As I slipped back into enjoying my first anal, my muscles milked every last drop of cum out of him into me. I felt him withdraw and his juice drip out of me and reality sunk in again. “Err, no… I’m not doing a dog,” I said to Julie.
Julie said calmly, “We told you we do special films, and you signed the contract. You took the money, so you’re doing the dog.”
“Fuck the contract and the money,” I said angrily.
I tried to get up, but the chain from the manacles were too short, I tried rallying against them, but of course could not free myself. Behind me Jake grabbed an ankle and manacled it and then the other, I was spread bending over the arm of the settee, exposed and dripping, Fury and the struggle did not work, so I tried pleading.
They laughed. Two guys and a young girl entered the room with cameras. The hidden cameras would be enhanced by hand held cameras and full lighting. Then I heard the fearful sound of dog claws on wooden floor and I watched as the Rotty passed me, almost grinning. I looked at Julie, pleading. She spoke in sympathetic terms, saying, “Give it a go, you’ll love it. All our talent never regrets doing it with dogs.”
I whispered, slowly, clearly, “Fuck you!”
She laughed. “No, Susie, it’s you who’ll be fucked, and fucked often in every hole you have.”
I could hear him lapping behind me. Cum from my ass had dripped on the floor and he was cleaning it up. I made a last futile attempt to free myself from my chains. Unfortunately, the rattling of the chains diverted his attention from the cum on the floor to the cum dribbling out of my ass and on my butt cheeks.
I felt his cold nose at my buttocks sniffing, pushing against me and then his tongue as he began to lick up the juices, starting on my buttocks, his tongue lingering rough and long and cleaning as I wriggled to escape.
Then, having cleaned my cheeks, I suddenly felt his tongue snake into my sore asshole. There are so many nerves that his tongue was igniting, as it was entering and leaving, that I could not help but sigh and groan, despite the disgusting nature of the act. Whilst I had rimmed a guy in the past, no one had ever done anything like this me and I had never wanted them to. Yet here I am getting rimmed by a dog. A fucking dog. Shit, it felt nice.
I opened my eyes and there was a camera in my face, catching every moment. Julie was beside the camera girl directing her every move. His tongue had been swirling around the rim of my ass, then it plunged deep inside, it felt so good, it felt like he wanted to get his whole snout in here, he was licking and pushing. I had already been opened up by Jake and the dog was taking full advantage. I was hating every second of the enjoyment it was giving me.
Then it hit me. My muscles began to constrict. I did not know it was possible, but this dog, this beast, is giving me an anal orgasm. I screamed, my legs quivered and my body exploded. It was the most massive orgasm I ever had. Even the dog withdrew in fright. The whole room watched and filmed as I came long, loud and spasmodically.
Jake took the opportunity to wipe a cloth soaked in the juices of a bitch in heat into my pussy, as I lay there exhausted still bent over the arm of the settee. However, the cum that had been on and in me had been licked off by the dog.
The dog now returned to sniffing and licking me only a little lower as he now sought my pussy. His tongue was rasping from my clit to my ass and it was good, so good, pushing forward another impending orgasm. By now I had lost all thought of the camera and the audience or even the disgustingness of a dog, just the pleasure a deep orgasm was forthcoming, it was deep inside me slowly building, building and building.
Then, like the anal orgasm, it hit me again through my body. Through all of my muscles, I was pulling on my chains, and screaming. It was so intense. It was so satisfying. It was so exhausting. Again, I collapsed, and a voice said to me, “And that was just his tongue.”
I could still hear him behind me. He had given me such a fantastic orgasm, I was deep in that sexual afterglow of satisfaction and wanting more. Wanting the ultimate fulfilment.
A whistle suddenly sounded. “Peep.”
A whistle, so quiet I would not have picked it up if my senses had not been so heightened. It was the training the dog had received. As I lay there manacled and defenceless, still bent over the settee, but now my pussy is screaming for fulfilment, wet and swollen, he jumped up. I felt his warm fur, comfortingly on my back, his weight crushing down on me and his legs holding me around my sides, his claws digging into my sensitive skin.
Oh no, my brain said. Oh yes, my pussy said.
Who gives a fuck, I’m sure the dog said.
I could feel his spray on my thighs as his cock got closer, as his hips bucked towards his target. He thrust once and missed, twice and missed and then the third time his cock tip found my sweet pussy and his entry began. He was big, he was enormous, my pussy is no stranger to cocks but it had never experienced anything like this. My body was being dominated by his cock. It was taking me over, filling, stretching, and there was a camera in my face and another by my pussy filming it all.
As he penetrated deeper my muscles were stretched but also accommodated him and the initial pain was turned to joy and ecstatic acceptance. Nothing had prepared my body for this. A room full of strangers watched as I thrust back, meeting the frantic attack with my own thrusting return. I could hear moans and groans and knew they were coming from my mouth. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, oh no, oh yes urrrghhhh!”
I screamed in orgasm.
The dog kept thrusting. I knew little about dogs anatomy, so that the feeling of something bulbous growing outside my vagina was confusing, but I had little time to contemplate as he seemed determined that whatever it was should be inside me. Thrusting hated, his knot was banging on the lips of my pussy breaking its way in. And finally it breached and I screamed, it was in me and we were locked.
They stopped him from turning as the angle and height of the settee would have resulted in severe vaginal damage, so he kept thrusting, his head on my shoulder his paws in my ribs and his cock and knot deep inside me. At this moment I realised no man, woman or toy could ever give me such pleasure. I was lost to dog cock, and as his thrusts speeded up, his seed exploded inside me. I screamed with joy and orgasm. I came again and again as the massive explosion was followed by mini eruptions. Whilst he stayed locked and his knot pressed against my previously undiscovered g spot.
All good things must come to an end and never was there a. More apt phrase as his knot reduced and he slipped out to find a corner to lick himself clean and his seed flowed out of me. The cameras remained on me taking in my exhaustion, pleasure, and the look on my face. They filmed me manacled and prostrate on the settee.
Eventually the room emptied. Julie helped me sit up and wrapped a quilt over my shoulders and wiped me clean, before she dressed me. As I sat there feeling stunned, I knew my life had taken an unexpected turn. I was going to fuck dogs for money, and I was going to fuck them for fun too. I was hooked. I had become a dog slut, and I loved it.
The End.
