Okay, I'm not really a sailor. I have a boat on a very large inland lake in California, but it was bought for fishing. The thing is, I don't fish. Well, I don't fish for the scaly animals with gills. I fish for mermaids, the kind without fins.

As a thirty-three year old bachelor, I have the pick of a very select group of women and girls. I'm an assistant professor of antiquities at the university. Some of the angels that grace my bed are staff members; some are former students; none are currently in my classes. Affairs with students would have me seeking an alternative career.

I should mention my boat is not fancy. Some call it a pontoon boat, others call it a party boat. I like to give parties, so this fits my purposes well. My pontoon is twenty-four feet long with a one hundred fifty horsepower Yamaha engine. It has a refrigerator and a sound system. I like music and wine. I like to wine and dine women.

There is no need to be secretive about my motives. I like to fuck young women or older women whether they are married or single. They can be tall or short, large breasted or small. As long as they are willing and have a vagina, I'm their man. They call me Captain Dirk. If you know the historical significance of that, you would better understand the name. However, that will be explained later.

Three years ago I was hired as an adjunct professor. My popularity on campus was enough to be considered for a full time associate professor position. Having known the college dean intimately helped. She is a good place to start in this story.

Dean Priscilla Harris was forty when we attended a week long seminar in Portland, Oregon. I was ten years her junior. She was married and had two kids. I had just finished my Ph.D. and was new at the college. We connected immediately. She said it was one reason I was hired. After a week, we were on a first name basis. I called her, Pat, she called me "Dick," short for Richard, my given name. There was no connotation for that name initially, but later it became "Big Dick" then "Dirk."

The seminar was held at a resort with marvelous accommodations. We always had dinner together, and one day we took a short cruise on the Columbia River. That's when Pat opened up after several cocktails on board telling me personal information. She was no longer in love with her husband who spent more time watching sports on TV than having conversations together. Pat even admitted they rarely had sex although, she knew he was into Internet porn. She wasn't sure if she should file for divorce or just have affairs.

I listened sympathetically, of course, without offering my opinion. In my mind, I favored the affair idea. Anyway, she was charming, intelligent, attractive and had the body of a much younger woman. Pat could easily attract a man anytime she wished. I was willing and able to accommodate her with the affair idea anytime she chose.

She chose it two nights later. At dinner, she matter of factly said, "Dick, let's sleep together tonight."

I nodded in agreement. After several after dinner drinks, we retired to our hotel rooms with her saying to join her in an hour. She had come prepared. It was clear that Pat had anticipated a night together. I walked into her room expecting Pat to be dressed as usual in a conservative dress and a string of pearls. She wore the string of pearls, but with a negligee that was sexy and revealing. The back lighting from a lamp at the far end of the bed gave me a spectacular view of her body. No doubt she noticed my arousal from the bulge in my slacks.

She kneeled in front of me, and loosened my belt. I pulled my cock out from my pants. Pat engulfed it immediately. She was hungry for cock, and I was anxious to fit it snugly in that warm hole between her legs.

She tickled my balls and took me into her throat deeper until I was nearly ready to cum. Women's intuition along with years of experience taught her to squeeze my prick tightly keeping me from releasing the building pressure inside my balls. Pat wanted me squirting inside her.

She sat at the edge of the bed with her legs apart and in the air. She said a man can get deeper into a woman that way, and it was her favorite position. I had no trouble slipping my hard prick balls deep inside her. She was horny. I was horny. She had an orgasm and vaginal contractions that welcomed my pulsing cock as it shot heavy loads of cum inside her.

Pat could feel my warm fluid flow into her, and she said in a tone of dismay, "Oh my God, Dick, you didn't wear a condom. I needed you to wear a condom. I still am having my period and could get pregnant."

"Oh shit," I answered. "Just tell your husband it's his."

"That would be fine, but I've got to fuck him first."

"You can do it. Just pretend it's me on top of you."

"Thanks, but next time wear a condom."

The next time, and there were many times, I wore a condom. As a kind of a joke, I thought it would be funny telling her, "I'm wearing generic condoms. They are not guaranteed but a lot cheaper."

She was not amused.

Dean Harris might appear like a studious academician at work, but she's an absolute whore in bed. We fucked the rest of the week taking timeout for a few meetings. However the most instructive sessions were in the bedroom.

Back on campus, we rarely saw each other. My thought is that she had a fantasy, played it out in Portland, and now is moving on with her life. I was fine with that. Our passion wasn't about love. It was about lust.

The girls in my classes would occasionally hit on me. I pretended to be above it all. Soon I learned that a visit to the bar within walking distance from the university was the best place to satisfy my concupiscence. The clientele was mostly of young professional people. I was still considered youngish and fit in well with the crowd. There were always single women just out of college and many knew me. That made it easy for us to strike up a conversation.

The first girl I took home was Heather. She was tall, five feet, ten with long slender legs. Heather was a brunette with hair down to her waist. Her dark eyes sparkled, and her smile was engaging. She walked up to me and said, "Aren't you Professor Higgins?"

I laughed, and said, "No, he's in 'My Fair Lady'. I'm Richard Higgs. You must be Eliza."

She obviously didn't get the joke and said, "No, I'm Heather. You are Professor Higgs, right?"

"That's right. Were you in one of my classes?"

"No but I wanted so much to take your course in North American archaeology. Your classes are always filled, and I didn't get in."

"What are you doing now?" I asked.

"I'm trying to get into graduate school. Right now I do some modeling, and I'm working at Victoria Secrets."

"That's pretty exciting work, at least from where I'm sitting."

"So you like girls wearing pretty clothes," Heather suggested.

"There's hardly a man who doesn't. Pull up a chair, and tell me about your job."

Surprisingly, she went into detail about the women who come into the store, and some of the things they look for. "Occasionally a man comes in to buy something for their wife, but it's mostly women. They try something on, then complain they are too fat or too skinny or their boobs aren't quite right."

I smiled and asked, "What would you choose?"

She was totally serious when answering. "Oh, I have a couple of items. I bought some underwear and lingerie."

Hmmm, sounds kind of sexy.

"Yes, Professor Higgs, sometimes I like wearing sexy things. Do you think I'm sexy?"

I smiled and nodded, yes. Making my next move was tricky. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Of course. I was hoping you would ask. To be honest, Professor Higgs, I'm one of those girls who wanted to be in your class even if we weren't interested in archaeology. The girls think your hot."

She was making my job easy. She was coming onto me. "Oh really, is that true, Heather?"

"I suppose so. I can only speak for myself, but I think so."

We talked in generalities at first. A few drinks later, she had a hand on my thigh. "Are you married, Professor?"

"Call me Dick and no, I'm not married."

"I really ought to show you the teddy I bought at work."

"That would be nice. Do you live alone?"

"No, I have a roommate. She'll be out of town this coming weekend, so if you want my phone number, maybe we could get together."

"That would be fine."

It is amazing how the younger generation of women are more assertive and go after what they want without feeling self-conscious. So I took her number, and left for home remembering I had an early class the next day.

Friday I called. Saturday we had dinner together at a local family run restaurant. Heather wore an attractive everyday dress, nothing sexy or suggestive. Most of what she said was about her family. I only half listened focusing on how we would go from dinner to bed. Heather showed me a few of her modeling pictures on her smart phone. They looked like clothes you would find at Sears.

In the car, Heather said, "We could go bar hopping or I could model a few things that aren't on my phone."

"To be honest, I'd rather see you model."

"I'm glad you said that Professor Dick, I mean Higgs."

"Let's keep it simple," I said. "Just call me Dick."

"Okay, then it's Dick for me. Oops! Really, I didn't mean it that way."

The apartment was simple but organized. It was a one bedroom apartment with a small kitchen and a dining area.

"Sit on the sofa while I change into something to model for you."

It wasn't what I had expected. It wasn't a sheer transparent negligee. She wore a white opaque babydoll with straps over the shoulders. The top was like a half cut bra showing the top portions of her boobs. It was embroidered with blue trim and three tiny pink bows down the front from her breasts to her crotch. She wore white stockings from her feet to mid-thigh with ruffled tops. The stockings were secured with a garter belt. The ensemble covered her pussy.

Heather walked in the room swinging her hips like a model on the runway. "Well, Professor, what do you think?"

"Alluring, cute, sexy but not erotic."

"Did you expect me to wear something more provocative? I have something like that if you can wait."

"I can wait. Take your time."

Heather came out of the bedroom wearing just the thing. It was a transparent baby doll with a mesh bra and thong. It wasn't her tits or her pussy that got my attention. It was her long beautiful slender legs that were nearly half her body length.

"Is this what you were thinking, Dick? It's the first time I've ever worn it with a man. I feel comfortable with it on for you. For anyone else, I might be embarrassed."

"Yes, Heather. You look dazzling."

She came closer to me, and put her arms around my neck. I held her tight, then she pressed her lips against mine. "I've wanted to kiss you like that since I was a freshman in college. Would you mind if we went to the bedroom?"

I didn't object dropping clothes along the way. I kicked off my shoes and slipped down my khakis when she said, "Dick, I don't give blow jobs. I don't like it. My first boyfriend came in my mouth, and it was awful. Let me help you off with those briefs."

I was naked except for my socks and as hard as a steel rod.

Heather unhooked the garter and slipped off her thong. I crawled into bed giving her another hot kiss while massaging her breasts, then her pussy.

"Oh that feels so good, Dick. Put your fingers inside and rub it harder."

Following along with her wishes, my prick must have been turning blue as it strained to find the target. I could hold on no longer and plunged in.

She let out a small shriek when Heather felt my first penetration. It stopped me cold thinking she might be a virgin. This time I pushed in gradually until my whole organ disappeared in her fuck hole. She was no virgin.

I started stroking her, and she began bucking her hips to meet my thrusts. We began to be in perfect rhythm as I thrashed into her harder and harder. She responded with moans of pleasure and squeals of delight.

Fucking a beautiful young model is not as easy as it seems. She had those long legs wrapped around my torso squeezing me harder and harder with each of her orgasms. As much as I wished to hold back, the pulsing of my prick started, and I released round after round of cum into the deepest part of her vagina.

She wouldn't let go of me with her legs. She kept me inside her. I couldn't pull out even if I wanted to. I didn't want to. I just laid on top of her deep in her cunt when she said, "Oh Dick, that was better than the dream I had the other night where you were doing me on a remote tropical island. I guess you don't need to be in romantic place to have good sex."

I agreed. "By the way, you are on the pill, right? I didn't take any precaution tonight."

"Dick, even if I wasn't on birth control, I wanted to feel you coat my vagina with your cum just like you just did. But yes, I've been on birth control since I was sexually active at sixteen. Does it bother you I've had other boys and men?"

"I guess not, but how many are we talking about, maybe ten?"

"I don't think so, Dick. Maybe more."

"Like twenty?"

She smirked and said, "Does the number matter?"

I said, "Yes!"

"Well I didn't keep score but probably," and she stopped to think, "twenty in high school and around thirty or so in college."

"So you like sex," I replied.

"Duh, what was your first clue?"

I didn't stay the night although we had one more round and this time I took her doggie. Heather was happy with that because she said it was the position where she has the most orgasms.

We text'd each other daily and promised to get together again. She was working six days a week at Victoria's Secret, and I was finishing the semester at the college so we were both busy. I met her for an after dinner drink at the same bar where we met. Heather said her roommate had a friend at the apartment so she took me took a quiet spot on the beach not far from my boat. She said she loved outdoor sex, and we fucked in the moonlight,

After we finished the first time that night, I said, "Would you like to see my boat?"

She got all excited and said, "I love boats! Let's go."

I had to warn her that it was only a pontoon boat, although it was great for parties. She suggested we fire it up and drift out onto the lake. That's not all she had in mind.

I shut off the engine after going a short distance and turned on the stereo. The music was romantic because that's what had been programmed into the system for situations like that night. The wind was light, the stars were out, and there was no traffic on the lake. Soon we were in a small private bay where we screwed each like horny teenagers for a couple of hours. It was an intense coupling with her crying out time and time again, "Take me with that huge cock. Do me harder. Fuck me with that stiff prick." She was in heat, and I took full advantage of it.

I got her back home by two in the morning. She kissed me and said, "Of all the guys I've ever fucked, tonight was the best sex ever."

The next afternoon she sent me a text that read, "Fantastic night together. Faith wants to meet you."

I text'd back. "Who's Faith?"

"She's my roomie. I told her about the boat. Come over tomorrow night around nine."

"I'll be there," was all I wrote.

I was a little late and showed up at nine thirty. I rang the doorbell, and they said the door was open. Heather yelled when I was in the apartment, "We're in the bedroom."

Indeed they were. They were both nude kissing and fondling each other when I looked in. "Come join us, Dick. Oh, this is Faith."

"Maybe I'll watch for awhile as you girls enjoy each other."

Neither of them answered. They went back to their erotic pleasures. I sat on a chair and watched Heather eat out Faith's swollen pussy. Heather might not like sucking cock, but she sure loves sucking pussy.

Before long, I had had enough and stripped off my clothes. Faith was still on her back getting serviced by Heather, so I straddled Faith's face and dangled my balls over her lips. She knew immediately what to do. Her tongue stroked them for a minute or two, then she engulfed them in her mouth. Precum dripped on her forehead before she took my cock down her throat. Unlike Heather, Faith savored my cock.

The girls switched positions with Faith now slurping on Heather's twat giving me an opportunity to plunge into Faith's wet honey box from behind. I plunged into her finishing with volleys of cum liberally pumping my seed into her tight love tunnel.

After I rolled off of the two girls, Heather asked in a slightly annoyed tone of voice suggesting she was jealous, "Dick, did you leave any for me? I mean, you sure gave Faith a pretty big load."

"Don't worry, Heather. You know me. I'm always good for two or three rounds. Just give me some time"

The three of us spent the next hour talking about things. The girls said they weren't lesbians but were bi. They met at a party and were attracted to each other. Heather moved in with Faith several months ago. They had agreed to have an open relationship meaning each could be with other men or women. Faith was a successful financial planner and five years older than Heather. She had a mousy face, sexy but not pretty. Her tits made up for that along with a plump pussy that was permanently swollen. She always had the appearance of having been freshly fucked.

"Dick, don't you think it's time for you and Heather to get it on?" Faith began, "From the looks of things, you seem ready and when you're finished, I'm going to lick her clean. I mean, I love the way you taste, Dick."

I suggested she get Heather started. Faith gave me an understanding wink and a smile. With that, she gave her roommate a drooling kiss, then buried her head between Heather's thighs. It was one of my greatest moments to watch roommates care so much for each other in such a loving way. I couldn't watch Faith prepare Heather for me without stroking my cock to an voluminous erection.

Indeed, Heather was more than ready for me. My cock slipped into her like slicing into an over-ripe pear. I continued to thrust into Heather fast and furiously when Faith joined us by licking by balls as they slapped into Heather's bottom.

There was no telling how long I could last as Heather yelled, "Hold on, hold on," she pleaded. "I'm almost there."

I groaned; she moaned. I grunted; she whimpered. I pushed in until I could go in no further. She shuddered with an overwhelming climax. I inoculated her with spurt after spurt of my seed. We collapsed in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep.

It was two thirty in the morning when I left, satisfied and ready to return. Just as I was leaving, Faith said, "I want to see your boat, Dick. Let's make a date."

"Great, we'll be in touch," I promised. It was the invitation I was hoping for.

The three of us met on my boat over the weekend. I reminded them we had an "undress" code on the boat. A half hour out on the water, the three of us were dressed in only sunglasses and sandals. They called me "Captain Dick" and I made sure to avoid other boaters while they went about pleasuring each other whenever the spirit moved them.

Occasionally they would check me out helping me keep a strong upper dick. They both were infatuated by erections, and wanted me to be hard in case they needed a quickie.

My balls were bursting with anticipation when I said, "Faith, do you know how to steer a boat? It's pretty much like driving a car."

"Okay," she said.

"I'll try."

She was at the helm and I was thumping Heather bent over a seat at the bow. An hour later, I dove into Faith with Heather piloting the craft. Each time I finished with one of the roommates, they jumped into the water to wash themselves off and came back on board ready for more. Who would have guessed that mermaids were so horny?

The afternoon sun warmed our naked bodies and soon we resembled lobsters, so we covered up and went back to shore. "This was fun," Heather said. "We have to do it again."

I agreed.

Here is where having a boat is worth its weight in gold. Heather knew of a beach across the lake that is popular with students from a nearby college across. She suggested that I take her and Faith there on Saturday to check it out. We were between semesters, and I had the time. It was a no brainer. We left for the beach aboard my pontoon at noon.

Without a GPS, we never would have found the place. It was tucked away in a secluded cove out of view from boaters. As we approached the beach party, the frolicking in the sand came to an abrupt halt. The beach bums acted suspicious of a boat coming toward them as if we were the DNR police. Once they caught sight of three under dressed people, everyone went back to their games and flirting.

We made friends easily. It isn't difficult when walking around nude. A few of the coeds were topless but most wore skimpy bikinis. They looked too young to be in college, but they all attended the local university. The boys wore swim trunks when we arrived. That all changed in time. More girls went topless as the day progressed and three were persuaded by the boys to lose their bikini entirely.

The party was like a tailgate party on the beach. There were grills cooking burgers and brats. A keg was set in a tub of ice for the thirsty horde. Blankets on the beach provided a colorful matrix. Music blared over the rippling water only interrupted by the splashing of a few swimmers. The entire atmosphere was uninhibited joy.

One of the girls dressed in nothing but designer sunglasses, said, "Captain Dick, take me out in your boat." Others echoed her request, so a handful of guys and girls jumped aboard. I explained the dress code on the ship before firing up the engine. No one objected. The passenger list included me, two males and four females, all undressed as the captain had requested.

Not far out on the lake, I found myself in the captain's chair sporting a full hard erection. The girl who incited this uprising had a glamorous body and pendulous breasts. She noticed my predicament. Her name was Olivia and was very well informed. "Captain you look ready to thrust that dagger of yours into someone. Hey," she continued, "I'm going to call you Captain Dirk, the man with the dagger." The name stuck. From then on, I was Captain Dirk.

Most of the kids just wanted to jump overboard and play in the water. Olivia had other ideas. She stayed on deck rubbing my shoulders and whispering suggestive allusions keeping me stiff. My cock strained to find relief as she purred in my ear. Olivia finally said, "Can I help you out, Captain Dirk?"

I only gave her a groan from deep in my throat. She knelt beside me and wrapped her lips around my 'dirk' while the others continued to frolic in the lake. Of course, I didn't last long. I injected a massive load into her mouth with the overflow drooling down her chin just as a few swimmers began to return. Noticing the intrusion of her friends, Olivia quickly slurped up the evidence, swallowing it out of view. I made a mental note to add her to my 'to-do' list.

We were on the lake for a little more than an hour before returning to the beach. With the sizzling sun less intense, another group joined me for a second group swim, but it couldn't and didn't equal the events earlier in the day.

Heather, Faith and I returned home in the dark. Navigating after dark is always a challenge, but the moon was bright helping to guide our way. The girls suggested another cruise. I had other plans.

I was in my office preparing for the coming semester when Dean Harris popped in the door. "Mr. Nolan, I need to speak with you, soon." She never called me Mr. Nolan. It was always 'Dick' and sometimes 'Richard'. Her firm voice sounded more like a summons. It sounded serious.

"What's it about, Dean?"

"We can't talk here. Meet me at the Macaroni Grill for lunch at twelve thirty tomorrow."

I said with a degree of trepidation, "Okay, see you there."

Dean Harris sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant away from the larger tables and noise when I arrived. We both ordered wine and salads.

"Dick, something has come up that involves you and I think it would be better to discuss it away from campus."

"Okay, what's up."

"It's about your boat, Dick"

Holy Jesus, she knows and if she knows, perhaps the entire faculty knows. I felt as if I was a step away from being fired.

"Yes, " I said. "What about it?"

"You take women out on the boat and have parties, right?" she continued.

"That's right."

"Let me get to the point, Dick. I want to be on that boat with you before I leave the university. You see, Dick, I'm leaving my husband and have taken a job as provost in Colorado. Before I leave, I want you and me to celebrate my new life on your boat. I think you understand where I'm coming from with this."

It took a minute for her news to sink in. "Yes, I think so."

There was little time left before Pat was to leave for Colorado. Our lunch was on Thursday. We decided on a moonlight cruise on Saturday when the moon was full. She would cater our dinner, and I would bring the Champagne.

The moon's reflection on the water made for an incredible romantic setting that night. The ambiance was what is written only in fairy tales. Both of us were there to take full advantage of it. Her dress was unbecoming to a college dean or provost. It was so low cut her generous breasts nearly fell out. She was there to celebrate and seduce. I was there to help.

After a short skinny dip in the moonlight, we copulated in ways that Kamasutra hasn't yet discovered. Dean Harris had no inhibitions about sex. She enjoyed entertaining my cock in every perverted way. Pat said, "Ya know, Richard, this is so much better than in Portland. You ought to name your boat, 'The Love Boat' "

She had a point there. However, I felt the boat was still underused.

At the dock we kissed and gave each other a warm embrace promising to keep in touch. Both of us knew that would never happen.

Olivia and I exchanged text messages over a period of two weeks. A new semester was about to begin, and she was thinking about enrolling in one of our psychology courses. Olivia planned to go to the Registrar's Office to see what courses were available, and suggested we meet. I told her to be at the Coffee Cup Cafe on the edge of town at eleven the next morning.

Olivia wasn't just about the sexiest girl I'd ever seen, but one of the most intelligent. She was the girl naming me Captain Dirk. How many people even know what a 'dirk' is? The only downside would be if she enrolled in my class. But she didn't.

At ten fifty-five I drove up to the Coffee Cup Cafe and placed my order. At eleven ten, Olivia was still a no show. Five minutes later, I got up to leave. At that moment, a flaming red BMW convertible drove up and out walked a tall blonde girl wearing Gucci sunglasses, a button down pale blue blouse, and a tight mini-skirt. The boots she wore came up to her knees. She swayed when she walked into the Cafe. It was Olivia.

"Sorry I'm late. The Registrar's Office was a zoo!" she said. Olivia ordered coffee, and we sat at a small round table by the window. Olivia apologized again saying there was a mob of kids trying to get into classes or change classes or rearrange their schedule. "The line was going nowhere, Dirk. I finally left. Otherwise, I'd never have gotten here. Is it always like that?"

"Pretty much, especially this close the new semester," I replied.

We sat sipping on our lattes while she told me a little about herself. Olivia grew up in California but moved around a lot. Her mom and dad divorced nine years ago when she was eleven. She moved out at eighteen, and lived with her boyfriend for a year.

"How did you get by?" I asked.

She said, "You mean, how am I making a living?"

"Yes. You seem pretty successful. What do you do?"

"I'm a model."

"That's easy to understand. You are gorgeous! Do you model for any of the brands I've heard about?"

She didn't answer at first, nervously fidgeting with the top button of her blouse. "Well, Dirk, not exactly that kind of model."

"What kind, then?"

"I model for the adult entertainment industry. You know, porn."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she said with a touch of sarcasm.

My curiosity was matching my libido when I asked, "Have you modeled in any of the better known magazines?"

"Sure. Hustler featured me last year under the name, Bella Knox. You might have seen it."

"Unfortunately, I didn't."

"Anyway," she continued, "I've been trying to pick up some college credits between shoots. Do you know what I mean by 'shoots'?"

"Not really." It began to look like I was the student, and she was the teacher.

"It's just doin' a video."

My heart began to thump out of control when I asked, "How many videos would you say you've done?"

"Probably a half dozen, but I've only been in the business since the start of the year."

"How did you get started?"

"My boyfriend got me into it. Jesus, Dirk, you wouldn't believe the money I'm making. Ya know, most people think that women in the adult film industry are whores. The truth is, most are ordinary girls like me wanting to make a few dollars and maybe even find roles in mainstream movies."

"I can see you're doing rather well. Nice car!" I said, but thought she was no ordinary girl.

"Oh that. One of the producers sold it to me for practically nothing. It really was a bargain."

"So what are you doing here having coffee with a college professor?"

"Dirk, don't be so naive. I like you, and you have a really nice body."

"Thank you, Olivia. Do you think it is up to porn standards?"

"Definitely. You've got some special qualities, if you get my meaning."

"Of course. Would you like to experience those qualities sometime?"

"Why do you think I'm here? I like sex. You like sex. What else is there?

"Food? Let me take you to lunch," and she drove me in her 'bargain' BMW to Stan's Steak House for lunch.

Having sex with a young woman with a body to die for can be intimidating. Fucking a porn 'model' who screws in videos is terrifying! There is no other way to describe it.

Olivia and I drove to my apartment after lunch. There was no pretense. We were there to fuck. She did a short strip show and a lap dance. I saw stars exploding in my brain. She kissed my lips like a sister, then went down on me, not so much like a sister. She said, "Your flag is only at half mast. What's the matter? You seem nervous, Dirk."

I said, "I need a drink."

She said, "They have a pill at the studio for your condition."

Two shots of whiskey later, I buried my head in her pussy and did my best impression of a porn stud. The whiskey along with the familiar scent of a woman began to relax me. Not long after, I plunged into her seeping cunt, savagely thrusting into her with my dagger. I drove it in like a crazed lunatic until she desperately yelled , "Deeper, harder, Dirk. Make me cum. I want to cum." Then she screamed, a scream of pleasure. I followed shortly after with my own powerful release of never ending eruptions.

Her climax was not faked. She was not acting. Olivia's orgasm was genuine. Her whole body was consumed with pleasure. She cried with tears of contentment. Olivia wrapped her arms around my neck and softly whispered, "Thank you Dirk. It was my first time."

I didn't believe it. I didn't believe she had never had an orgasm, but I wanted to believe it. I didn't dwell on the matter because there was more that afternoon to enjoy. The hours went by quickly. While we played with each other's vitals, Olivia showed me a trick or two she learned while filming. One was especially useful. It was a technique where an actor can keep from cumming until the director calls for the money shot. I tried it without much success at first. Olivia said it takes some practice. We practiced and practiced over the next three hours.

Before leaving, Olivia asked, "Dirk, have you ever thought about acting?"

"No, I get tongue tied on stage."

"I really didn't mean that kind of acting. I'm talking about the kind of acting we've been doing together."

"You mean doing a porn video?"

"Of course. You'd be great!"

"No, Olivia, it's not something I've thought about doing."

"Well think about it. I can get you a screen test."

I gave her a broad smile and a kiss saying, "Thanks, I'll think about it."

She left with me imagining fucking her under the glare of studio lights.

I got through the spring semester with rumors flying on campus that the college was downsizing and some of the professors would be let go. I knew if it happened, I would be among them as an adjunct professor. And it happened that way. I was released and looking for a job. Unfortunately, most colleges and universities were cutting back due to budget restraints. Jobs were hard to find.

Olivia and I had kept in touch, occasionally meeting for lunch and a quickie. She had given me a few of her steaming hot videos reminding me of her offer for a screen test.

I asked her to dinner after unsuccessfully finding work at the surrounding schools. Olivia said she wasn't free until the next week. I said next week would be fine. We met on a Wednesday night at seven. She looked dazzling as always. I ordered a bottle of her favorite wine, and we exchanged pleasantries before ordering.

Speaking softly, Olivia said, "Dirk, you said it was rather urgent. What's up?"

I told her about losing my job. She sympathized. I told her I had to sell the boat to have enough money to pay the rent. She frowned and said it wasn't fair. I told her how jobs were hard to find. She had heard that colleges were struggling. I finally got to the point.

"I thought about your suggestion."

She played possum pretending not to understand. "What suggestion?"

"You were pretty enthusiastic about the idea of me working in adult videos."

"Yes I was. Actually, I still think it is a great idea."

"Well, I need a job so maybe now is the time."

"Okay, I can look into it for you. They are always looking for well hung guys like you, and you sure have learned how to filibuster your load until a girl is ready. You'll come highly recommended."

"Thanks. I hope I won't disappoint you.

After dinner, Olivia said she couldn't stay longer. Her new boyfriend was the jealous type. She would look into a screen test and get back to me as soon as possible.

The days dragged on waiting for her call. Finally, in mid-July, she said it was all set. I was to be at the studio at four in the afternoon the following day. I wrote down the address. She said she would meet me in the parking lot, then introduce me to the producer and director. I had no illusions about the arrangements. Although I trusted Olivia, I didn't trust my response when it was time to perform. I told her of my anxiety. She said not to worry. She would give me the ED pill when we met.

Things worked out as planned. The crew was professional and supportive. The girl I was with was not. They said it was a casting call for her and she was new. They said she had been properly vetted, was eighteen and had no STD. She looked not a day over sixteen with pouting lips and puffy tits. She was shaved and her inflamed pussy was part of her appeal. If marketed correctly, she could become the second coming of Traci Lords. The girl's name was Cindy and her face was flushed with excitement when she said, "Aren't you the professor from the college?"

Yes, I was. How did you know?"

"Oh, I was on the beach that day when you drove up with your boat and those two girls."

"Small world," I said.

She was visibly nervous when she took me in her mouth for the obligatory blow job. Cindy whined that she had never given a blow job to such a large penis. However, she did her best, gagging when I went too deep.

Next came a five minute scene of me performing oral on the swollen bud just above her slit. She whimpered when I pulled her pussy lips apart to let my fingers enter her slippery cunt. She might have been nervous, but she was wet and as horny as hell.

They wanted us to fuck in three different positions. First, was with her sitting on the sofa in what could be called the sitting missionary position. I could feel the tenseness in her thighs as I spread them further apart. The pressure in my loins was building when I mounted her and pushed into her unobstructed tight passage. I picked up the tempo, plunging into her slick fuck tunnel with the force of a jackhammer. Cindy squealed as if she was about to surrender. Then we did doggie. By that time, she had no apprehensions and was totally into fucking me rocking back and forth with each stroke. Finally, she was on top doing cowgirl with youthful enthusiasm before we were to finish with a facial.

The camera zoomed in when the director told Cindy to kneel down in front of me for the 'money shot'. She didn't know what that meant, but she soon learned when bursts of my cum hit her forehead, cheeks, and mouth. I took a large gob of cum, and pressed it into her mouth, following up with a deep juicy kiss. The director said, "Cut!" It was over.

Before I left, the producer pulled me aside and said, "Olivia was right about you. We have several productions in the planning stage that might interest you. I'll be in touch. By the way, Dirk, I really loved the way you were able to help Cindy relax and get into the moment. Part of the job is to get other performers to act naturally, and you did a great job of doing that today."

Olivia and I went out for dinner that night to celebrate. At the restaurant I asked, "How is it that Cindy is working for your studio?"

"Well, in full disclosure, besides acting, a side job of mine is as a recruiter. That's why I was at the beach looking for hot bimbos wanting to get into movies. It's easier to sign on the boys; harder to interest the girls. I just got lucky with you."

"So I was sort of a test case. I mean you were checking me out the first night we were together."

"Something like that. Look, Dirk, as I said, I got lucky with you. You were the first guy making me cum. I'll never forget that, Dirk. Really, it was memorable like when my boyfriend took my virginity at sixteen."

I acknowledged her with a nod, but I still felt used. I gave her a serious look and said, "I feel like a guinea pig."

Olivia smiled a seductive smile then said, "I'll make it up to you tonight, and there will be no test."

We finished our celebrations all night long.

So that's how I earned a living with a taxable income five times greater than as a professor, and the work is steady. I bought another boat. This time it was a cabin cruiser, the type allowing for sleep-overs. I called it '4 Fun' proving a negative can turn positive.