I become a porno star. You should know that I’m neither
a recovering nymphomaniac nor an amateur easy-after-a-
few-drinks-take-me-home-and-have-your-nasty-way-with-me
nymphomaniac. Instead, I’m an ardent, unabashed, full-
fledged, let-it-all-hang-out, celebrating, practicing,
sucking, fucking, raging, roaring, whoring
nymphomaniac.
Mrs. Goddard looks very different out of her lacy see-
through chemise and back in her librarian’s glasses, a
simple navy blue dress with Peter Pan collar, fake
pearls and respectably low heels. She’s no longer Paris
Hilton on steroids, just a very respectable town
librarian “Melody says you might be interested in
making some money.”
“Of course. Who isn’t?” I’m suspicious. “What’s the
job?”
It’s two days since the swinger’s party. Mrs. Goddard
has asked me to meet in a coffee shop near my house.
She explains that she’s bought Mr. Haddingham’s
photography studio and is looking for models.
“You would be wonderful” she tells me. “You’ve got this
gorgeous face and your body has really filled out
nicely.” I think it’s not surprising that she’s noticed
my filled-out body since it’s only a couple of days
since she runs her tongue all the way from my filled-
out breasts to my clitoris and back again while the
deputy bank manager fucks her doggy-style and her
husband watches. “Have you ever done any modeling,
Samantha?”
This doesn’t seem quite the right time to tell her
about the times Julie and I take off our clothes and
fuck and suck for Mr. Haddingham, his friends and their
cameras in the same studio Mrs. Goddard has just taken
over. Anyway, we were young then, and foolish.
“Not really…”
“Would you like to?”
I’m still suspicious. “What sort of modeling? Clothing
or… like nude… that sort of thing?”
Mrs. Goddard opens her hands wide and smiles. She has a
nice smile. Exactly like a librarian in a movie.
“Whatever you’d like, my dear.” She leans over the
table confidentially. “There’s some nice money to be
made modeling clothes for the local stores, of course.”
She pauses significantly. “But the real money’s in
nudity…”
***
Mr. Haddingham’s studio � now Mrs. Goddard’s studio �
has hardly changed since Julie and I do our modeling
there.
The same lighting grid still covers the ceiling and
lights are still scattered around the floor on black,
metal stands. The same black leather chairs sit in
corners and the same long, black leather couch (now
occupied by two battered teddy bears) covers part of
the thick white carpet. The faux-Chinese screen still
cuts off one corner of the studio. Only the teddy
bears, a copy of Playgirl, a TV, a double bed and two
fading bamboo palms have been added.
I sit on the black leather couch next to Mrs. Goddard
and the teddy bears wearing a thin, silk Chinese robe.
We sip tea and wait for the bra and panty marks to fade
so I can get dressed again. So I can undress again,
this time for the camera, without any marks on my skin.
“Men don’t like the marks” explains Mrs. Goddard as if
revealing classified information. “Another couple of
minutes should do it.” She changes the subject. “I
think men are a bit tired of all those gruesome fuck
films and are looking for something… how can I say…
more tantalizing… more innocent. Don’t you?”
I don’t answer. I’ve never been a man. At this age,
just about all I know about men is that they’re so
simple, so focused on sex, it’s almost impossible for
any intelligent woman to understand them.
Mrs. Goddard sips her tea. “That’s what I’m trying to
give them… lusty, busty innocence… and I think
you’re the perfect girl for it.”
I like the flattery, want more. “Why me? There’s lots
of pretty girls who’ll take their clothes off…”
“I’ve tried others. But they all look and act like
hookers in front of the camera. You look like a horny
virgin… you’ve got this great slim body…” one hand
goes inside my robe to cup a breast “and these amazing
big boobs and nipples.” Her fingers play with my
nipple. “And when you want to, you can act like a
whore. Like at the party. But you still look sweet and
innocent. Every man’s wet dream…” I remember the
words. Melody uses them when she’s getting me ready for
the party, all braids and sexy schoolgirl uniform.
Seems Melody and Mrs. Goddard have been talking.
“Thanks.” I move away from Mrs. Goddard’s hand. This is
not the time to mix pleasure with business. Maybe
later. Maybe if I get really horny making the film. But
I don’t think I will. It’s just work. “And you
guarantee it won’t be sold in North America? Promise?”
Mrs. Goddard crosses her heart. “Absolute guarantee.
Only the Far East. Mostly Japan and Thailand, in fact.”
She considers. “Apparently Asian men love watching
beautiful white girls with enormous boobs take their
clothes off and masturbate.” She puts her tea cup down
on the floor. “Then again, who doesn’t?” She sighs,
doesn’t wait for an answer. “Now, let’s see if the
marks are gone.”
“Wait a minute. What’s this about masturbation? You
want me to…”
Mrs. Goddard nods. “Of course, dear. That’s what they
call the money shot. If you don’t know how to… if
you’ve never done it… I can show you.”
I giggle. “I know how to do it.”
“I’m sure you do, dear. I expect you’re very good at
it.” She sounds like my mother.
“Wow… I haven’t expected this,” An interesting
picture of me flat on my back jerking off in front of a
camera flashes into my mind. “How much? What are you
paying?”
Mrs. Goddard frowns. It’s like I’m using bad language
in church. “I get a thousand dollars for a half hour.
We’ll split it? Five hundred each.”
Five hundred dollars is a helluval lot of money just
for taking my clothes off and doing what I love doing,
almost every day, in fact. The thought starts to excite
me and I certainly need the money. But if I’m as good
as she says I am, I can probably get more.
“Make it six hundred for me… or I get dressed and go
home.” I tighten the Chinese robe belt.
Mrs. Goddard sighs. “Samantha… Samantha… ok, but
it’s got to be real. No faking.”
“I never fake it. Don’t have to,” I smile proudly.
“All right. Now let’s look for marks.”
I slip the robe off. Mrs. Goddard touches my shoulders
with delicate hands. “Yes… almost gone.” Her hands
cup my breasts. “Nothing here…”, move down to my
waist. “No marks.” One hand touches between my legs and
lingers, maybe testing for interest. “No panty marks.
Thank you for shaving, my dear. Men like that.” One
finger caresses the tip of my clitoris. “I do like your
little pussy… and I think it was such a good idea to
bring Melody’s schoolgirl outfit… you look so sweet
in it.”
***
Mrs. Goddard directs like the great Spielberg. “We’re
going to do three ten-minute sections. Each time you
wear something different… school uniform… street
clothes… negligee… that sort of thing. But it
always ends the same way. You masturbate and orgasm.
“This is the situation for the first one… you’ve just
come in from school and you’re going to change out of
your uniform into something more comfortable. But
you’re not going to undress immediately. Tease a bit.
Men like that.” She adjusts a light. “Would you rather
look at the camera while I’m shooting… or pretend you
don’t know the camera’s here?”
I pull on a black fishnet stocking, attach the black
lace suspender, smooth the stocking over my thigh.
“Like… what’s the difference?”
Mrs. Goddard is professional. I guess she’s had to
explain this before. “If you look at the camera you’re
stripping for somebody who’s actually in the room with
you. Possibly an older man who just wants to watch
you… and jerk off while he watches. Maybe he’s paying
you. Or maybe he’s a relative… a rich uncle or
someone who’ll buy you a car… or pay for a week at a
Club Med in the Caribbean… if you take your clothes
off and touch yourself for him… do this little thing
for him. If you look at the camera, he’s the camera.”
She turns the stereo on to something soft and sweet.
“But if you pretend you don’t know the camera’s here…
don’t look at it… ignore it… it’s like a man’s
watching you undress through the keyhole or the window.
He’s a voyeur.” She moves a plant closer to the couch.
“Which is sexier for you, honey? I want you to feel
sexy. I want you to feel really, really sexy.”
I remember Nancy’s uncle watching us through the hole
in the cottage wall while we undress and rub oil on
each other’s bodies. I’ve done the voyeur bit. I’ll try
the exhibitionist angle. “I’ll look at the camera. That
way, I’m in charge. That’s sexier for me.”
“How you surprise me” Mrs. Goddard says sarcastically.
She bends over the camera. “I can direct you… tell
you what to do… because I’m shooting silent.” She
turns the music up a little. “I add this same music
later.” She adjusts something on the camera. “Now, walk
in like I told you… remember everything’s in one
take. Only one. No edits. So just do what comes
naturally, Samantha, darling. Action…”
I walk in from off-camera, drop my school bag on the
couch. I look back and smile shyly over one shoulder at
the camera. It’s the same shy smile, suitable for an
innocent schoolgirl, I’ve practiced for half an hour in
front of my bedroom mirror. I push the teddy bears
aside, sit down facing the camera and pick up the
Playgirl. I cross my legs, open the magazine, page
through, looking for pictures of naked men.
“Now spread your legs a bit. Not too much.”
I uncross so the camera can look up my kilt.
“Very nice” says Mrs. Goddard. There’s a long pause. I
suspect it’s because she’s zooming in up my kilt. So I
spread my legs a little more. I find a blond Russian in
the magazine, not much older than me, lying on his side
staring out at the camera. Seems he’s a hockey player
who wants to come to Canada and play in the NHL “and
loves big-breasted women and nude beaches.” His shaved
cock dangles, flows, over one beautifully muscled
thigh, almost touches the sheet underneath him. It must
be enormous when erect. I feel a little quiver of
interest.
“Very nice… very nice… now a little more thigh,
Samantha…” I adjust my seat, pull my kilt higher.
“The magazine… the stuff you’re reading… is
starting to make you horny, Samantha. Touch yourself as
if you’re thinking of masturbating… and look at the
camera when you do it. Be provocative. Tease.”
One hand goes under my kilt. A finger rubs my pussy
over my thong. To my surprise, it’s already a little
damp. I smile, all sweet and flirty, at the camera.
Whoever’s watching is some lucky guy. Maybe he’s
already starting a hard-on.
“Very nice… very nice… now take the stockings and
panties off, Samantha… then everything else. Slowly,
please, slowly… and look at the magazine or the
camera and smile sexy while you do it…”
Garter belt, stockings and thong come off. Then the
kilt. I take my time untying the tie, undoing the shirt
buttons and taking the shirt off. Now it’s bra time. I
reach for the clasp behind my back, glance at the
camera, smile shyly, change my mind, go back to the
picture of the naked Russian. His cock hasn’t moved.
Maybe he’s gay.
“That’s great… a little longer… then the bra.
Lovely teasing.”
I’ve never taken so long to undo a bra. When it does
come off and my breasts are free my nipples suddenly
harden. Like a man’s erection. They jut out from my
breasts like little bullets. This is working. I feel
sexy and in charge.
Mrs. Goddard’s voice is strained, tight. “The camera
loves you, sweetie. Now lie back and start playing with
your boobs… then your pussy. You know what to do.
You’ve done it lots of times when you’re alone. Think
sexy… think the sexiest things you possible can…
whatever turns you on…I want you to cum Samantha… I
want you to cum for this man watching you… maybe lots
of men watching you… yes… lots of men… wanting
you. Gorgeous rich men.”
It’s not just one. A dozen men, all rich, generous
hunks, are watching me. I lift a breast to my mouth,
suck on one hard nipple. Then the other. I smile at the
men watching me, run my tongue around the nipple, blow
a kiss at the watchers. If they don’t have hard-ons by
now they’re probably dead.
***
I lie naked on Mrs. Goddard’s couch, my legs spread
wide… fondle my breasts… close my eyes… think
fantasy.
I’M IN THE TEAM’S LOCKER ROOM. OUR BOYS WIN THE HOCKEY
MATCH, I’M THE PRIZE. BEHIND A ONE-WAY MIRROR COACHES
WATCH ME, WAIT, IMPATIENT.
UNDRESS, HANG CLOTHES IN LOCKER. SMILE AT MIRROR, WALK
NAKED INTO SHOWER ROOM. WHERE THE BOYS ARE. NONE SPEAK,
JUST STARE. EVERY BOY STARTS ERECTION. AM FLATTERED.
TURN ON SHOWER. BOYS WATCH STEAMING HOT WATER CARESS MY
BODY, RUN OFF NIPPLES IN STREAMS. SOAP BODY. TAKE LONG
TIME. BREASTS SWAY LIKE HUGE MELONS. NIPPLES HARD. SOAP
EXCITES ME. CARESS BETWEEN LEGS, ON CLIT, IN PUSSY.
BOYS, ALL MALE MUSCLE, STAND LUSTING UNDER SHOWERS,
HOLD COCKS, WATCH. NO SPEAKING. I’M SAD FOR THEM.
WANT TO HELP. GO BOY TO BOY, SOAP COCKS AND BALLS.
COCKS HARDEN MORE. BALLS TIGHTEN. BOYS WANT ME, DESERVE
ME. THEY WON THE MATCH, NOW WANT THE PRIZE. BOYS FONDLE
MY BREASTS, HUGE, FULL, HEAVY LIKE MOTHER’S. BOYS WITH
THROBBING ERECTIONS FINGER MY PUSSY. ERECTIONS BECAUSE
OF ME. I’M RESPONSIBLE. AM PROUD. DON’T LOOK IN EYES.
DON’T WANT THEM THINKING I’M EASY, JUST SEXY. STROKE
CLIT.
I smile at the camera, not a shy smile now, a fuck-me
smile… I lick my lips… slowly slide fingers into my
mouth… suck on it. Fingers becomes the cocks of all
these men watching… I suck deeper…
BOY SOAPS MY BODY. LINGERS UNDER HUGE BREASTS, DOWN
BETWEEN LEGS. FINGERS TOUCH CLIT, SLIDE INSIDE. BOYS
WATCH, STROKE COCKS. WATER POURS OVER MUSCLES, OFF ENDS
OF COCKS. WANTING ME. ALL OF THEM. OTHER BOYS SOAP ME,
KISS ME, FONDLE BODY. LOVE IT. LOVE HARD MALE HANDS.
THEY TRY TO PUSH COCKS BETWEEN MY LEGS. PUSH AWAY.
NO… NOT YET… NOT YET. DON’T LOOK IN EYES. NOT THAT
SORT OF GIRL. NOT YET. WHEN SAM… WHEN? SOON… SOON.
PATIENCE BOYS.
KISS BOYS ON LIPS, DON’T LOOK IN EYES. SLIDE SLIPPERY
WET FEMALE BODY OVER SLIPPERY WET MALE BODIES. BEND TO
TAKE COCKS IN MOUTH. ONE AFTER ANOTHER. STAY BENDING
FOR THRUSTING WET COCKS TO SLITHER BETWEEN HUGE WET
BREASTS. BOYS WANT TO CUM IN MOUTH AND VALLEY OF SHADOW
OF BREASTS. BOYS WANT TO LEAVE CUM IN VALLEY OF SHADOW
OF BREASTS. BOYS MUST WAIT. PATIENCE BOYS.
Fingers flutter and dance over my breasts, tease my
nipples…
WALK BACK TO LOCKER ROOM. WATER DRIPS OFF NAKED BODY,
LEAVES TRAIL. BOYS CAN FOLLOW TRAIL, FIND ME. KNOW
THEY’LL FIND ME. KNOW THEY’LL WANT ME. KNOW THE COACHES
WATCH ON OTHER SIDE OF MIRROR. COACHES ALL BIG AND OLD
LIKE FATHER WATCH ME. WANT ME. JUST LIKE BOYS WANT ME.
FIND USED TOWEL ON BENCH IN LOCKER ROOM. PICK UP, SNIFF
DEEP. SMELLS OF MALE SWEAT. LOVE THE SMELL OF MALE
SWEAT. LICK THE TOWEL. TASTES OF MALE SWEAT. LOVE THE
TASTE OF MALE SWEAT. RUB THE TOWEL ON PUSSY, WRAP
AROUND HIPS.
Fingers slip and slide between clitoris and pussy…
TEAM CAPTAIN FOLLOWS INTO LOCKER ROOM. THANKS ME FOR
LEAVING TRAIL. HUGE AND MUSCULAR, NAKED EXCEPT TOWEL
HANGING OVER ENORMOUS ERECT COCK. SAYS HE WANTS ME.
WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND. WANTS TO FUCK ME.
FEEL SORRY FOR HIM. WANTING THE PRIZE SO MUCH. SMILE.
DON’T LOOK IN EYES. HE REACHES ARMS AROUND ME, TOWELS
FALLS OFF. WE RUB WET, NAKED BODIES. MY FACE KISSES HIS
CHEST. BREASTS SLIDE, FLATTEN AGAINST BELLY. NIPPLES
HARD. LIKE DIAMONDS. TEAM CAPTAIN PICKS ME UP LIKE
BABY, STANDS ME ON WOODEN BENCH, SAME HEIGHT NOW. COCK
OPPOSITE PUSSY. OPEN THIGHS, PULL BACK LIPS, TAKE COCK
IN CUNT. SLIDES IN EASY. ADORE THE FEELING. WANT TO
HOLD IT IN FOREVER. CRADLE TEAM CAPTAIN’S BALLS IN
HAND. COCK THRUSTS IN, OUT, IN OUT OF PUSSY. TEAM
CAPTAIN SAYS HE LOVES ME. LOVE HIM TOO. CAN’T SEE HIS
EYES.
The zone takes over. Nipples, hard like rocks, ache
with pain and need… clit becomes the centre of the
universe…
ANOTHER BOY WALKS IN ROOM. IGNORES TEAM CAPTAIN SLIDING
COCK IN AND OUT OF MY CUNT. NEW BOY WANTS TO BE MY
BOYFRIEND. LOVE ME FOREVER. WANTS TO KISS ME. TELL HIM
TO SUCK MY NIPPLE. SUCKS HUGE, HARD NIPPLE IN MOUTH.
CAN’T SEE HIS EYES. BOY SAYS HE LOVES ME. TELL HIM I
LOVE HIM TOO. HE’S SO GRATEFUL.
REST OF TEAM WALK INTO ROOM. ALL NAKED. ALL WITH
ENORMOUS HARD-ONS. EVERY BOY WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND,
KISS ME, FUCK ME. FEEL SORRY FOR THEM. SO EAGER. WANT
ME SO MUCH. CAN MAKE THEM SO HAPPY. LOVE THEM. ALL OF
THEM. TEAM CAPTAIN ROARS, CUMS IN PUSSY, PULLS OUT.
THANKS ME. CUM RUNS DOWN THIGHS.
My cunt humps my hand… I groan… small scream…
body thrashes…
LIE ON MASSAGE TABLE. BOYS SPREAD LEGS. I LOOK IN EYES
NOW. TELL THEM I’M THE PRIZE, WILL DO WHAT THEY WANT.
ANYTHING. JUST WANT THEM HAPPY. TELL THEM SUCK PUSSY…
FUCK BREASTS… FUCK FACE… FUCK CUNT… BE HAPPY.
LOOK IN EYES. LOVE ME. LOVE ME. ALL LOVE ME. BOYS
HAPPY. COCKS GUSH INTO MOUTH. COCKS SPURT OVER BREASTS,
BELLY. COCKS DRIVE INTO PUSSY. THROUGH MIRROR COACHES,
AS OLD AS FATHER, WATCH, JERK OFF.
The first, fantastic growl of orgasm ripples deep
within my belly… my hand goes frantic…
ALL OF THEM IN ME. ROARING, SHOUTING, CUMMING.
EVERYWHERE. BUT ALL AREN’T ENOUGH. ALL NEVER ENOUGH.
WANT MORE. MORE. CUM IN ME… FUCK ME… FUCK ME… DO
IT TO ME… THRUST IN COCKS… CUM IN ME… DO IT TO
ME… FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUCK ME… DO IT AGAIN…
AGAIN… AGAIN… COCKS… FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUCK
ME… COCKS… CUMMING… CUMMING… DON’T STOP…
DON’T EVER STOP… CUMMING… CUMMING… CUMMING…
YES… YES…YES…YEEEEEEES… YEEEEEESSSSSS.”
I open my eyes. Mrs. Goddard stands next to the camera,
eyes wide, looking as if she’s cum right here with me.
“Holy jesus… that was lovely, Samantha darling…
absolutely wonderful… dear god in heaven…” She
takes a tissue out of her pocket, wipes sweat off her
face. “That was so good darling…”
And when she sits down on the couch next to me and
lowers her head to my pussy I spread without being
asked, close my eyes and think of the boys in the
shower room and their hard, throbbing cocks and cum all
over again.
***
I make five films for Mrs. Goddard starring me and the
black leather couch or the bed, and each time a genuine
moaning, groaning, screaming orgasm. After the first
film she buys half a dozen different coloured vibrators
and we change the vibrator for every film. “To provide
some variety.”
Mrs. Goddard tells me the films are very popular in the
Far East. Particularly Japan and Thailand. Certainly,
the money’s very good here, back home.
But Mrs. Goddard says the money will be even better if
we do a fuck film, though she calls it “a more adult
film.” She adjusts her respectable librarian’s glasses,
makes sure the cord runs correctly under the tight
blonde bun at the back of her neck. “There’s this
really well-built bodybuilder comes into the library
sometimes. He’s never done anything like this before
but I’ve spoken to him… and told him about you… and
he’s really interested. You’ll love him.”
“Ok… but he’d better be cute… and I charge eight
hundred to fuck.”
Mrs. Goddard sighs.
***
This time we use the bed, all girly and lacy and pink.
The teddy bears sit on pillows waiting to watch.
David is certainly well built. Muscles in places I’ve
never realized men can have muscles. The bulges under
his arm pits are so big he can’t get his arms flat
against his sides.
He also can’t get an erection.
“Don’t you think Samantha’s sexy?” asks Mrs. Goddard
anxiously from behind the camera.
David studies my head, jerking up and down on his
flaccid cock. “Sure… I think she’s very sexy… it’s
just…” He gives up. “I don’t know…”
I stop sucking, get off the bed. “You try” I tell Mrs.
Goddard. “You be the fluffer.”
“What’s a fluffer?” David asks miserably.
I learn the word from a porno movie Robert shows me.
“The girl who gets the guy ready for the fuck scenes.
So the star doesn’t have to keep working on him. The
fluffer gives the star a rest. I’m the star. Don’t you
forget it, honey.” I pull a robe over my naked body,
sit down on one of the black leather chairs. This isn’t
working out quite as expected and it’s a bit worrying.
I can’t remember when a guy can’t get a hard-on for me.
Maybe because it never happens before.
“You’re not gay, are you?” I ask David. “I mean, you
like girls don’t you?”
David lies there on the girly bed, a teddy bear on each
side of his head, rippling with muscle. His cock
nestles modestly between his splendid legs. “Sure,” he
says. “In fact, I’ve had lots of girls. Lots.” He
thinks. “Maybe it’s the camera,” he suggests. “Yes…
that’s it. It’s the damn camera.”
Mrs. Goddard rolls her eyes and glances over at me. “I
don’t think he’s gay” she says without conviction.
“Show him what you’ve got again.” Obediently, I open
the robe, flash breasts and pussy. “Touch yourself,”
she directs. I put a hand down between my legs and rub
my clitoris. “Maybe a little more enthusiasm,” she
suggests. I rub more enthusiastically.
David watches fascinated but his cock ignores me.
“Shit!” says Mrs. Goddard in a most un-librarian way.
David suggests hopefully to Mrs. Goddard, “Maybe you
could try. If you don’t mind too much?”
She’s even more un-librarian. “Goddam it to hell.”
David suggests shyly, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you,
Mrs. Goddard. In the library, I mean.”
Mrs. Goddard blushes. “You have? Really? You mean it?”
One hand flutters to her necklace. “Oh dear… I don’t
know what to say.”
This is getting interesting. I try to help. “Why don’t
you let your hair down.” Mrs. Goddard hesitates,
blushes even more, shrugs, takes the pins out of her
hair and lets it cascade in blonde waves over her
shoulders.
David pushes politely. “I think you’re very sexy, Mrs.
Goddard. Could you take you dress off… undress for
me. I’d really like that.”
Mrs. Goddard unbuttons her respectable librarian’s
dress and takes it off. She unhooks her respectable
librarian’s brassiere and pulls her respectable
librarian knickers down. David watches and as he
watches his cocks stirs, hardens, straightens. By the
time she’s naked except for the fake pearls he has a
full, impressive hard-on.
“Wow… great… want me to try again?” I get up from
the chair. “That’s awesome…”
Mrs. Goddard doesn’t even look at me. “No thanks,” she
says firmly. “Just go and press that little red button
on the camera…” She climbs on the bed, gets down on
her knees, her mouth fastens on David’s cock. His hands
reach for her breasts. She groans. The teddy bears
watch.
I press the little red button on the camera.