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I did it once, the ass-to-mouth didn’t stop. They fucked me until they had enough footage. It was about an hour of the hardest sex my body could take. Two positions of DP, a double blowjob, and a couple positions of anal were all I could handle. When it came to the pop shots, Brett told me, “Get down on your fucking knees, whore.” I kneeled on the floor with my head back and eyes open. They both came on my face, one and then the other.
    With the press of the pause button on the video camera, the whole thing was over. Brett jumped into the shower faster than anyone I’d ever seen. He mentioned before we started, during a little pre-fucking chitchat, that showering after the scene was the first line of defense against sexually transmitted diseases. Bright guy.
    I got up and rinsed out my mouth with soap and water. The cum in my eyes was not my main concern. My main concern was the ass in my mouth. I gathered enough courage to ask Marcus if what we did would make me sick. “Is it okay to go in my mouth after it’s been in my ass?” I felt so stupid, but who else was I going to ask? I thought a professional would have the best answer.
    “Yeah, it’s fine. Girls do it all the time. You’ll be all right.” He laughed at my innocence. But Marcus was correct. I was fine. My body was built for it, I suppose.
    Tyler was beaming with pride. He was the fly on the wall and even got to hold the camera for Brett at one point during one of the DP positions. We all dressed hurriedly. I got paid twelve hundred dollars in a check. Hopefully we’ll see each other soon, bye! I got into the passenger seat of my car and Tyler drove. He couldn’t stop raving about the performance.
    “You were so great, baby! That was fucking hot and you were so sexy. You looked so innocent and sweet while they DP’d you. I want to do ass-to-mouth with you, too. You have to do it with me now. Did you see me hold the camera? I should start shooting, directing. Do you think they’ll use me some time? They’d be stupid not to hire you again. You have to tell them I have to be in it, too, okay?” Tyler was totally turned on by watching me get completely dominated by these two huge men. He still had a boner in his jeans that he couldn’t stop rubbing as he steered us back up the winding road on our way home. Tyler didn’t want me to cheat on him, but he encouraged me to slut it up for porn.
    I was beat. Literally beat. My holes took a lot of pounding. It was as if the space between my twat and my ass was a thin thread holding on for dear life. I was hungry and exhausted. I didn’t even want any more coke. Since it was a long drive back to Hollywood, I did a few big bumps anyway.

Chapter Six
    Jolly Roger
    I t was cold and foggy like it always is in West Los Angeles in the morning. My call time was nine thirty, and I was going to be on time because Tyler wasn’t coming with me. He actually wasn’t allowed to come to this shoot. The director, Spike, specifically said, “No boyfriends.”
    Though it wasn’t the first time I was to go alone to a porno shoot, Tyler threw an absolute fit. Again, it was for an Anabolic director. He so badly wanted to come and meet Spike. Maybe this director would give him a chance to be in a scene with me? Not today. Tyler wanted me to cancel. I refused. Tyler started packing up a bag to leave me after he yelled about how I didn’t love him anymore. It was five in the morning, and we were still up doing coke. I cried, “Tyler, please don’t go! I love you! I’m sorry,” same as always, lying sobbing on the floor of our tiny apartment. Half-naked, he continued to throw some of his clothes into a backpack. His face was a blood-shot mess of tears and runny coke nose.
    “No, Ori! I am leaving you! You don’t fucking love me at all. Go to your scene and have a great time fucking without me!” He was so frantic as he screamed that he couldn’t even tie his shoes. He wasn’t upset that I was off to fuck another man