"What the hell do you mean eight hundred bucks?" I practically yelled into the phone. "It's a fucking water pump!"

My mechanic gave me some song and dance about needing to pull a load of shit off the engine to get to the broken part.

"Fuck, dude," I said. "Where the hell am I getting that kind of money?"

He gave me some more bullshit.

"I'll call you back," I said, hanging up the phone.

The past couple of months had been rough. The plant I worked at had laid a few people off, and while I still had a job, the overtime that everyone depended on to pay the bills had dried up. Money was tight before my car broke down.

The only thing that had been going well was the girlfriend. I had to laugh even despite the car. Finding out your girlfriend was a part-time porn star certainly livens your life up. It was early afternoon, and I heard a noise outside. That would be her getting home from work. Sure enough, a minute or so later, the door to the trailer opened.

Now I do not want to brag, but my girlfriend is a hottie. She has short black hair and a body that will not quit even though she is in her late twenties. She had been good in bed before. After I found out she had been in a couple of pornos, it had gotten even better.

We had had a rough week or two after I had found out her secret. That she was putting out for money and getting filmed at it. What guy likes to know his girl is a total slut with other guys? And mine was not the kind that fucks a guy on the side. Nah, mine had a bit of a fetish.

She liked to have groups of guys come on her face.

I'm dealing with it, though. I love her, and she admitted that she never let any of them fuck her. So that is something, I guess.

She tossed her coat and purse on the couch. Something showed on my face because she gave me a questioning glance.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I took a long draw on my beer.

"Fucking car," I said. "Eight hundred bucks to get it fixed."

I drank the last of my beer, then crushed the can and threw it into the trash.

"Where the fuck am I getting that kind of money?"

I pulled the door of the refrigerator open. There was one beer left, and I grabbed it.

"Well, fuck me," I muttered.

I went into the living room and dropped onto the couch. I turned on the TV. As always, as I flipped through the channels, there was nothing on. The girlfriend went into the kitchen and started getting dinner ready.

***

"This is good," I said.

The girlfriend shrugged. "It's just something out of a box."

Like I had said, we had had a couple of rough days there. We had worked through it, though. I'd found out a few things about her, but she had been honest enough to tell me about her needs. She still had not let me fuck her up the ass yet, but the blowjobs were pretty good.

"I might know of a way to make a few extra bucks," she said, looking down at her food.

"No," I said.

Things were tight, but I was not going to pimp my girlfriend out by making pornos to make things better. Something of my attitude must have echoed in my voice.

"It wouldn't be just me," she said, looking up. "They want us both."

***

The office looked like any other small business in an industrial strip. FMP Productions on a non-flashy sign at the door.

"I don't know how you talked me into this?" I muttered as we opened the door.

My girlfriend just smiled and shrugged. After we had dinner, she called and set up this meeting for the next day. There was a small lobby with several chairs. One of which was occupied by a brunette, who could not have been more than twenty. She was reading a magazine and gave us a short nod when we entered. My girlfriend knocked on the glass window in the wall. It opened.

"Hey girl," the blond behind the glass said. "How have things been?"

The two chitchatted for a few moments then the receptionist buzzed us in.

***

"You'll give us five thousand dollars?" Some of my amazement must have shown. "Why?"

The owner's name was Paul. He was in his fifties, balding with a gut.

"Look, you might not believe it," he pushed himself back from his desk. "But I'm always straight with my Talent. I'm getting a couple of dozen or more emails from members about your shoot every day. They love it. You outing your girlfriend after what she was doing is our number one video clip in all the three years we've been shooting."

He laughed.

"You're fucking stars! So yeah, I'll pay you to repeat it."

There were a bunch of small posters on his wall of various porn vids like most adult entertainment companies. But there was also a picture of what I guessed was his kid at some soccer thing. Dad and son had big grins holding some trophies.

"Look, you ain't getting a chance like this again," he said. "Some other Internet hottie will attract public attention, and we'll lose the window. We shoot it soon or forget about it."

"Make it six," I suddenly said.

He laughed.

"I want anal," he replied.

I looked at my girlfriend, sitting beside me. After a moment, she gave a small nod.

Paul clapped his hands.

"Alright!" he said. "Give me a week to set everything ready..."

"A week!" I exclaimed.

"Raring to go already!" he laughed again. "I like that in my stars, but there are things to arrange. Promotions. Getting the guys lined up..."

My disappointment at the delay must have shown.

"Hey, hey, don't sweat it," he said. "I'll give you a thousand-dollar advance on the shoot. The rest when we wrap."

***

What the fuck did I get myself into? I wondered.

It was a week later, and I have to tell you I was nervous about things. It is one thing to get involved in a porno as I did before on the spur of the moment. And I had sunglasses on, so no one was supposed to know who I was. Boy, that had changed.

Paul had still let me keep the sunglasses, but he wanted me to do more than just jerk off at the end. Now, I had to lead this thing, play ringmaster to the guys he hired. And fuck, he had gotten a bunch of them too. There had to be sixty guys, all sitting or standing around in their short robes. My girlfriend had admitted she got off on guys coming on her face. She was going to get coated tonight.

At least there was not much chance anyone I knew personally was in the crowd. We were a good two hours drive from where we lived, in the big city on the coast where everyone goes to gamble. Paul's company had other operations there and rented a big warehouse to ship his films from.

Paul had gotten together with us over a light dinner a few hours ago to explain everything.

"Damned, this is going to be good," he had said once we had ordered. "I bet I make a ton of money off you two."

"As long as you share the wealth," I replied.

"Yeah, yeah. I always treat my Talent well. I told you that. Trust me."

I laughed nervously.

"Hey, don't worry, it's going to be great," he said. "We got over two hundred replies when we posted for extras. In just three days. We were still getting them in this morning. You two kids are hot!"

The crew looked like they were just about ready. One guy was running some cables for a set of overhead lights, but the three others were collecting their tools and sweeping up. Along with rigging more lights in the overhead, the crew had set up a low platform, about five feet around, with a kind of footstool/bench in the middle of it.

There were four camera operators, three men, and a woman. That surprised me a bit. Yeah, there were a few women here, Make-up, Wardrobe, one doing the Catering, and Paul's secretary slash assistant. Plus three very young women over near the wall. Two were wearing sweats, but the third was wearing the proverbial Catholic Schoolgirl outfit of a pleated skirt, white shirt, and knee highs. They were the "Fluffers" for tonight. Funny, I had to ask the girlfriend what that meant.

"A Fluffer is a girl hired to walk around in the crowd and help get the guys hard. Especially with a group this big, some guys have problems getting it up with all the other guys around," she had explained earlier. "Most of the time, the girls are wannabes, trying to get into the biz. Sometimes they're just looking for some fun and a bit of extra cash. The job doesn't pay that much, but you get to suck a lot of cock."

"You ever?" I asked.

She just smiled and shook her head no.

"You don't get to finish them," she said. "What's the point?"

My girlfriend was seated at the Makeup table, getting some final things done to her hair and face.

"Ready to do this?" Paul asked.

I had not noticed him walk up. I shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

He hit my arm good-naturedly.

"Always remember something. In the end, she is going home with YOU," Paul said, looking me in the eyes. "Not any one of these limp dicks. So let her be as big a slut as she wants to be, and enjoy it!"

"You got a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Hell, I've got three girlfriends and two ex-wives!" He laughed, and I laughed with him. It seemed to help with the stress.

"By the way," he held out his hand. "Take this before we start."

It was the little blue pill.

"I don't need..."

"Trust me," Paul pressed it into my hand. "We all need it when we get out there in front of the camera."

***

"Ok, for those of you who are here for the first time, I'll explain what's going to happen," Paul said to the guys, who were all now seated. "We'll start filming after Crystal gets situated."

He walked slowly back and forth.

"I guess every one of you has seen the video of our stars, probably many times, or you wouldn't be here tonight," he laughed. "Raise your hand if you've jerked off to them. Come on, don't be shy."

At first, there were just a few, but soon they all had their hands held up.

"Thank you," my girlfriend said, standing next to me.

She was again wearing the blond wig she had worn when I saw her last time shooting porn. It hung down to about the back of her shoulders. The makeup girl had tied it back in a ponytail. So the wig would not get in the way of filming her face.

They had gone all out with the wardrobe too. She was wearing all-black lingerie.

So the cum storm that she was about to get would show up better, I thought.

She had tall stockings, heels, and one of those half corsets. The kind of corsets that ends just below the tits. My girlfriend has got a great pair, very perky, so they did not need any support. The corset framed them nicely, though. She was also wearing a pair of long black gloves that came almost to her elbows.

They had also shaved her pussy, so it was bare as a baby's butt. She usually had a small strip of hair. Not tonight. Though the corset had no garters for the hose, the black above and black below framed her pussy well. She looked amazing. I wanted to fuck her right there and then. Maybe it was the pill Paul had given me, but my dick started getting hard.

"Hey..." I stammered, "it's not anything..."

"Yeah, it is," she said. "Not many men could be that brave and let me live out my fantasy."

I thought she was jerking my chain, but I looked into her eyes and saw she meant it. I did not know what to say.

She kissed me, and man, her lips were sweet.

"Showtime!" she said, holding up the pair of handcuffs.

See - me, the girlfriend, and Paul had worked out a general script of what he wanted for this video. What he thought would play for all those horny fuckers that had gotten off on my outing my girlfriend in the last vid. I was not sure about it, but then he pointed out that they could edit out anything that did not work.

"Fuck it, kid," he had said during the desert. "Have some fun with it. Get wild and crazy."

Oh, what the fuck did I get myself into, I wondered again.

"We'll be doing things a bit different this time," Paul continued to the group of guys in the warehouse.

"Crystal and her Stud will start things off. A bit of sucky, sucky, maybe a bit more, but at some point, once he's had his first pop, he'll give you the signal, and then I want everyone to yell Banzai. We'll get you to yell three times. Then in pairs, I want you to come up to the platform. Sorry guys, just blowjobs tonight."

There were a few murmurs of disappointment.

"You are in for a treat tonight. Crystal is getting her anal cherry popped, so I hope you all can save some for the end."

Paul grinned.

"Remember something else, every one of you cocksuckers," Paul wiggled his fingers at the crowd. "The Stud says what's what. He tells you to do something you do it. Got it?"

There was a sea of nods and a low murmured agreement.

"Now, make sure your dick is hard when you come up," Paul continued. "If you're having trouble getting it up, let one of the Fluffers know."

He pointed to his assistant, who held up his hand.

"When you get up here, I want you to beat your meat until you come. Aim for Crystal's face or her tits. After everyone's gone once, we'll do her anal. If you still got a hard-on and think you can come again, you can come up then. We'll keep filming until everyone is done or Crystal calls it quits. Any questions?"

A few guys shook their heads. There were no questions.

"Ok, let's make a video!"

***

My girlfriend sat on the bench, with her legs on each side and her hands handcuffed behind her back. At the moment, my stiff cock was stroking back and forth in her mouth.

We started with me slowly walking around her while the various cameras filmed.

"Hello," I said, looking toward one camera. "I found out last time just what a slut my girlfriend here is."

I gestured her way with my thumb.

"Maybe you've seen the video?"

"Well, I decided instead of getting mad, I'd get even." I stopped in front of her and dropped my robe. "Open up, bitch."

"I need you to be a bit dominant," Paul had said over dinner, discussing the filming. "Most of the emails we got mentioned how they like that she got what was coming to her. That you should make her pay for being such a slut."

I looked at the girlfriend. She blushed.

"He can do that, I think," she said. "We've played around some."

It was my turn to blush.

Yeah, we had. Before I had found out about the porn, we had tried to spice things up in the bedroom. She had gotten me to tie her up one night. That had been one wild time.

I slapped her face a couple of times with my cock, then pushed it against her lips. At first, she refused, playing like she did not want to. When I grabbed her hair and pulled, she opened her mouth and let me slide my cock into her mouth.

"That's all you're good for, isn't it?" I fucked her face slowly. "Just a nasty fucking cock-sucking cum whore."

She moaned around my cock.

"Drinking sperm from a stiff dick. Any stiff dick," I pulled out until just the head was in her mouth. "That's all you live for, isn't it?"

One of the cameramen was right behind me, and he held his camera up over my shoulder to get a POV of her.

"Look at me when I talk to you," I ordered.

She had her eyes closed, but I gave her a light slap on her cheek with my free hand. Her eyes popped open at that.

Just how much is my girlfriend into being dominated? I wondered.

I pushed my cock back into her mouth. I grabbed both sides of her head and began long strokes that hit the back of her throat. Looking into one of the cameras filming the action, I laughed.

"Damn, she's got a great mouth."

And she did too. My girlfriend was going to town on my cock. Spit leaked out from around my cock and made her face wet. Sometimes I would get it too deep, and she would gag as the head of my cock pushed into her throat. That was great too.

"Come on, lick my balls."

I pulled my cock out and set them on her lips. She opened wide but had trouble getting them into her mouth with her hands behind her back. Her tongue licked them all over. I saw the difficulty. With one hand, I pushed my ball sack into her open mouth. Damn, that was tight, way more than she was used to. She had never sucked on my balls at home.

Guess I had a license for every kinky crap I'd ever seen done in a porno, didn't I?

"Suck this cock," I ordered, pulling my balls from her mouth and shoving my stiff dick back into her mouth.

The crew had set up four big tv monitors over against one wall. I could see they were feeding the view from each of the cameras. It was weird seeing the blowjob - no, be real - mouth fuck I was doing on my girlfriend while I was doing it. One was even watching me, and the image smiled as I smiled. The cock sucking was getting to me. I could feel it. I was going to cum soon, but first, I wanted to get all of my cock into her mouth.

While my girlfriend is a good cocksucker, even better now that I know what she does sometimes, she still has trouble deep throating all of my cock. I'm not huge or anything, but she has a gag reflex.

Well, time to get over that, I thought.

I pushed firmly forward with my cock, and at the same time, grabbed her head firmly. When I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, I held her firm and pushed harder. She struggled a bit, but I did not relent. Suddenly I felt something give, and my cock penetrated her throat.

God, that felt good!

I could feel her gagging, yet I did not let her go. Her lips were around the base of my cock, and I could feel spit dripping from my balls as she sputtered. That was it for me. I pulled my cock from her mouth. With just a few strokes, I shot my cum across her face.

It took me a minute to recover. My girlfriend's face was covered in cum, and her makeup had run from her tears, black streaks from each eye. Her tongue was out, trying to taste my cum. I thought she might be angry because of the rough treatment, but she had a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

"Pretty good, baby," I finally said.

I walked around behind her and looked into the camera.

"So, you filthy dick-sucking cum slut," I said in her ear, "I thought I give you a present for being such a whore."

I pointed. Several cameras panned to reveal the huge crowd of horny guys, cocks in hand. I unlocked her handcuffs using the key one of the crew had given me off-camera.

Thrusting a fist aloft, I yelled, "Banzai!"

The crowd yelled back.

"Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!"

"Have fun sweetheart..."

***

"I can't wait to suck more cock today," my girlfriend said to the group of guys in front of her. "You want to be one of the cocks I wrap my lips around?" She pushed the cum I had dumped on her face into her mouth with one long finger. "I can't wait until you unload on my face, in my mouth. I fucking love it..."

A couple of guys stood and came forward, their dicks hard and in their hands.

It was a couple of minutes after I had cum. We had taken a brief break to touch up my girlfriend's makeup and get her some water. She shook her head at me and smiled.

"Damn, honey," she had laughed. "Look who got all butch. Maybe we'll have to buy our own set of handcuffs?"

I smiled back.

Funny, the guys who had stood up were still stroking their cocks, though one was losing a bit of wood. Paul waved, and one of the "Fluffers" came over and took him to the side. I watched as she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. My girlfriend handed her water to the Catering Girl.

"I'm ready for more cum," she exclaimed.

***

"Come on, come on," the first guy said. "You can get it down to the balls."

My girlfriend choked loudly.

Watching it was a little surreal. I mean, you had all of these guys there. And when any of them got up to my girlfriend, they really tried to live out their own fantasies. Some were rough, and some were gentle. A lot, only lasted a few strokes before they shot their cum all over her face. All I remember now of the whole thing was bits and pieces while the crowd had their way with her.

***

"That's it, stroke that cock, milk it."

This guy did have a pretty thick cock, one she clearly had trouble swallowing. She spat at it, wrapping her hands around it and jerking it rapidly back and forth.

"I knew you've worked with plenty of cock," he said. "Show me what you've got."

"Oh yes, oh yeah, oh yeah!" He yelled, then, with a long, drawn-out moan, spurted his cum on her face.

The guy next to him came then too.

***

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed the guy on the right.

"Motherfucker!" exclaimed the guy on the left.

"You bitch!" exclaimed the guy in the middle.

They all three dumped their loads on my girlfriend's face.

***

"You like those balls," the guy asked.

"Yeah, I love balls," she replied. "The bigger the better."

He pushed the head of his cock into her mouth and proceeded to face fuck her with rapid strokes.

"Oh, you bitch!"

The guy next to them groaned and shot his cum on her while the other kept fucking her mouth.

***

The camera operators were a strange addition when you watched it from the sidelines like I was. The three men were right in the thick of the action with their cameras. The woman was off to the side doing something with her gear.

The Catering Girl had brought me a soda. It was weird, me standing in a robe, with my dick trying to poke out, and she did not even react. That pill was really something, and I see why older men buy it in such a number.

Paul walked up.

As we watched, the camerawoman joined the action. I nearly spit my soda out my nose when I saw what she had done. She had attached a big flesh-colored dildo to the camera pointing forward.

"Oh, DeeDee is such a bitch," he chuckled. "This should make for great footage."

***

"All I think about is sucking cock, any cock, every cock" she purred, looking up at the three men around her. "Putting it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, feeling your hands push your cock deep into my throat, making me gag..."

"Oh shit!" one of them, the older guy, suddenly exclaimed. "Fucking cunt!"

Cum shot from his cock as he stroked it, hitting my girlfriend on the chin. Two, three more spurts, then he was done.

She scooped the white cream up with her gloved finger, stained with cum, and pushed it into her mouth. She grinned and swallowed.

"Next?" she said.

***

"What do you fucking want? Do you want to be covered in cum?"

"Yeah," she said, mouth on cock.

"Show me how you're going to get it. How are you going to get cum out of my cock?"

She started to bob her head up and down rapidly.

"There you go. That's how you get cum out of a dick."

It did not take long, and he pulled his dick out to shoot across her forehead. A big glob landed on her nose and then dripped onto her naked tits.

***

She moaned around the cock deep in her mouth.

"You nasty fucking slut!" he exclaimed.

He pulled her head into his crotch and held it down her throat until she slapped his leg with her hand. Then he pulled it out and shot his cum across her face.

***

"Suck that cock," DeeDee said, her female voice standing out in the sea of men.

I had to laugh. Paul was right. The camerawoman really was a crazy bitch.

She had attached a dildo to her camera with a short rod. It stuck out into view of the camera. Now she was down among the three guys offering their cock to my girlfriend.

The guy to her left groaned, stroking his cock hard, and spurted his cum on my girlfriend's forehead.

"Get out of the way, guys," DeeDee ordered. "She's sucking my cock now."

While it was interesting to watch my girlfriend sucking the dildo below DeeDee's camera from the side, it was completely and utterly fucking wild to watch it on the monitor. It was like you were watching it from your belly button. My girlfriend's face filled the screen, and the rubber dildo split her mouth wide. It was a big one. She went in and out, sucking it. It was all so kinky, and I agreed with Paul's earlier comment, great footage.

"Come on, Crystal, I've seen you suck better cock than that," DeeDee said. "Show your fans what you've got."

My girlfriend really started working on it then. She spat on it to make it wet. She pushed her head in and out. A couple of times, she pushed forward hard, and you could see her straining to take the big dildo into her throat. It took her a bit, but then she did it. Her eyes went wide, and her nose bumped against the lens. She held it there for long seconds, tears leaking from her eyes. You could tell she was very excited.

I laughed. When she pulled her mouth off the dildo, it suddenly spurted white fluid across her surprised face. A lot of times too. My girlfriend's face was absolutely hosed.

DeeDee was laughing her head off too.

"Fucking woman," Paul laughed, standing next to me. "She's got that thing rigged up to squirt about a pint."

The obvious question must have shown on my face.

"Oh, milk mixed with corn starch. Thickens it up, so it looks like cum," he explained. "She puts some sweetener in it. Swears it's better than the real thing."

"Tell me she's a lesbian," I said.

"Butch all the way, but a great camera."

The Makeup girl moved in to do some touch-ups.

***

"Get some dick around her face," the big black guy ordered. "Come on, get your dicks up here. Show her your dicks."

Four then five guys crowded around my girlfriend on the bench. They all put their cocks on her face, and then several started hitting her face softly with them. Then the rest joined until she had five stiff dicks slapping her. Whenever one would get near her mouth, she would capture it to give it a few quick sucks until another cock got near.

"Are you getting mad at my dick?" the first guy said, slapping her in the face with it a couple of times. "Go on then, get mad."

Two of the guys groaned, and one shot his cum on her cheek while the other covered her left eye. She laughed and, with one finger, wiped it up, then stuck the wet finger into her mouth.

"Hmmm," she purred.

***

"No hands, baby," the first guy ordered. "Just fuck that pretty face."

She coughed, and saliva dribbled down her chin.

"Hell yeah!" said the other guy.

They both shot their cum across her face.

***

"That's it, suck it bitch!" a guy who had to be in his late fifties yelled as he came.

It was not much, but it just added to the loads on her skin.

***

"Tell them what a filthy whore you are," he ordered.

"I'm a filthy whore," she said.

"Oh, oh, oh," the other guy to the right groaned and shot his cum across her face.

"I'm a filthy whore," she said again. "I'm just a filthy whore."

The first groaned and shot his cum onto her face.

***

"Take it slut," the guy, short and kind of fat, jerked his load of cum out onto her chin.

Another guy bent her back and fucked her face from above. It was all lips and mouth, and my girlfriend had her hands underneath her for support.

"Oh yeah, that's it, fuck that cock with your mouth," he reached down and pinched both of her cum stained nipples. "Get that tongue out, let me see that tongue. Oh yeah, what a good fucking bitch!"

It took just a few dozen strokes, and he unloaded across her face.

***

"Want me to take care of that for you?" a young female voice asked.

I was standing there watching the action, holding my now empty soda glass.

"Yeah, thanks," I said, not even looking her way, and handed her the plastic cup.

"Not that, silly," she said. "That!"

I turned, still holding the cup, and got a real surprise.

It was one of the Fluffers. In fact, it was the one of the three who was wearing the schoolgirl outfit. Looking at her, I shook my head. God, she was hot.

"That," she said again, pointing down.

I followed her gaze and saw my semi-hard cock peeking out of my robe. I started to rearrange myself. She giggled like some underaged teaser and worked the bubble gum she was chewing.

"No, I'm fine," I said, embarrassed. "Really, no."

She giggled again.

"That's what I'm here for, silly."

She had a small pillow in one hand, and she dropped it on the floor. Moments later, her knees were on that pillow.

"Hold on a second," I started to say, but then exclaimed, "Oh, fuck!"

The Fluffer had grabbed my cock and, in one quick motion, sucked it into her mouth. Her mouth was wet, tight, and oh so warm.

God, that felt good.

She was wearing the proverbial fantasy outfit of a Catholic Schoolgirl. White blouse, black tie, pleated skirt, and knee-high stockings. Somewhere during the shoot, she had taken off the black tie. Her blouse was now unbuttoned to her waist. You could see most of her young, firm, and naked tits. On her back, she had a teddy bear-shaped backpack. To make matters worse, she was a redhead with pigtails. And she even had freckles.

She buried her nose in my crotch and took my cock into her throat. I could not help myself. Both my hands grabbed her head by those pigtails. My eyes rolled up, and I was moments from cumming in her mouth.

"Bubbles," Paul said, coming up. "What the fuck are you doing?"

(to be continued)