Monday, August 27, 2007

Confessions part 2

I think I had five different cocks in my pussy and mouth that afternoon. I was naked and sweaty and worn out. I took another shower, put a robe on and walked to the kitchen for water. The girl with the gigantic boobs I saw shooting still photos was at the kitchen counter giving Big Max a blowjob. Since it was off camera, I thought I would join her. I wasn't sure if she was really bi, or the photos were just for show, but it seemed like a good way to get close to her pretty face. I learned her name is Sara Jay. She has beautiful skin and sparkling eyes, and seemed to be enjoying herself with his cock in her hand and her mouth moving up and down. I went for his balls. I took off my robe, kneeled down in front of him - took his balls in my hands and began to suck, keeping my eyes on Sara Jane's mouth. She went up and down and moaned, while licked and sucked Max’s balls. Then Paul came over and joined. I hadn't seen Paul since last February, and he was my entry into this group, so it was nice to see his cock again. Max and Paul decided to take the show to the other house the group had rented - so I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and jumped in the car with Sara Jay. I was pleasantly surprise at how sweet and genuine she is. I liked her immediately. And even though she looks like a porn star, there is something very innocent about her. At the other house, the shoot took place, but I didn't really watch. I could hear moans from the room, but I wasn't sure if spectators were appreciated. I kept peeking in and could see them both naked, with two of the biggest cocks I've ever seen, sticking in it her everywhere. I wanted some, but was afraid of the camera. I would have to wait. But I was getting wet. At one point during the shoot Paul walked out, naked, sweating, all 6 foot whatever he is, with his dick hard as a rock, looking for water. I handed him a bottle and sat quietly watching him drink it. I wondered if I was going to get that cock at some point. It looked so good. He went back to Sara Jay and gave it to her good. Sara was sweaty and satisfied when it was all over. I got back in her car with her and went returned to the main house, and made plans for dinner. While back at the house I talked to another girl who seemed interesting - although she was fully dressed - and learned her name was Claire. She had some kind of European accent and I had heard her talking to the guys about how she does everything, DP and all. I wanted to hear more, and hear her talk about in her accent. As we made light conversation with each other, one of the guys came over and said how beautiful we looked together. Claire responded, 'oh yeh' and moved in close to me, pulled up her top and pushed her big breasts against mine. I pulled up my t-shirt so our nipples could touch. She winked at me, and we caressed each other for his eyes. I probably enjoyed it more than him. He pulled his cock out of his pants, but then called back to a shoot . . . tease. I got some water and went out to the patio to relax and put on some fake nails to try and vamp up, and to chat with the other girls, who needed no vamping. Another really nice person I met was Dee Delmar. With her beautiful smile and long red hair, she looked like an Irish rose. (An Irish rose that takes a lot of black cock.) Dee Delmar sat naked, talking about her travels, while I admired her breasts and nipples. I couldn't help but wonder if she was bi. By this time it was evening and I hadn't eaten all day. Brutus, Max, Sara Jay and I were going to leave the house for a bit and go out to dinner, however, I was a little nervous about going to a nice restaurant with Sara Jay because she just looks soooo porno and I wasn't sure she had clothes with her there at the house that were public appropriate. At that point Sara Jay was wearing a something that could have been a bathing suit, or worn in a porno version of wonder woman. I was not sure if that was her dress for the restaurant. I took a shower and put on a dress for dinner that I would never where at home - much too short and tight - but it turned out, very conservative by this house standards. I noticed Sara Jay changing as well. Sara Jay put on a mini skirt without panties (I know because she said later in the restaurant that her pussy was sticking to the chair) and a top that managed to stretch enough to cover her nipples. I sat across from Sara Jay at dinner, and could not keep my eyes off her gigantic breasts. I finally stopped trying and just enjoyed the sight. I sat next to Brutus and got to stroke his cock under the table. Needless to say, it was a nice dinner. When we left and where waiting for our car at the valet, Sara Jay really shocked me. There was some high end sports car parked to the side which I began to admire, when she came over and started do porno poses next to it, and then asked big Max take photos of her almost fucking the car. We were all laughing, - this is right in front of the restaurant with outdoor tables and families dining! I kept looking around for cops. Finally, the valet guys brought us our car, and they thanked Sara Jay profusely for the show. Damn that girl got balls. She's a porn star and proud of it. My idol. Back at the house its kind of quiet. This was one-on-one time with Brutus and I got his body all to myself. Every inch is a masterpiece from his armpit to ass, and I licked it all, deep. I rode him, holding his arms down, pretending I was stronger. The orgasms kept coming. He doggie me, and went so deep it hurt, but in a good way. I got his load in my pussy that night and treasured it. I kept wondering, if I got pregnant that day, I would not know if it were Max or Brutus. Still to come, next day at the beach . . . my job as a fluffer . . . and being woken up by saliva dripping into my mouth.

Confessions part 1

Confessions from a slut next door at PleasureFest

My husband has been bugging me to relax, get away, but I never seem to have the time. I’ve met up with black men before, and love it, but can’t quite fit it in unless on vacation or something. The last time was with this huge dicked handsome man from Florida – Paul. Wow, he made our vacation very very special. When we left Fla Paul suggested we hook up with a friend of his, Brutus, from NYC. But I never seemed to have the time. And frankly, one black man can be a bit of a bore. So months go bye, until my husband starts talking about a “party” in FLA in July, which gets moved to August, where there will be other women and a bunch of guys. It was referred to as ‘pleasurefest,’ and I was invited. Hmmm. I put my husband through the ringer over the next couple of months, ensuring the girls are hot and the guys are hung. Had enough disappointments. Eventually, I agree to go. My husband is thrilled!!! (He’s a cuck if you didn’t guess.)

August comes and the plan is the guy from NY, Brutus, will pick me up from the airport ‘cause Paul will be busy that morning. Turns out the group at the weekend party will be ‘shooting’, which I came to learn is filming clips for porn. I’m a bit reticent about the crowd, but excited at the same time. If the girls film, they must be hot. (I’m bi- but supper, supper particular.)

Meanwhile, I have not been with a girl in years. I start fantasizing about the clean, waxed pussy, eating it and getting satisfied with hard black cock. I make my appointment for a Brazilian wax, and start packing.

I pull out a box from the back of my closet where I keep my slutty clothes. It’s mostly stuff my husband bought for me that I never wear. I figure all the panties should be thong, and I won’t need bras. I pick a denim mini skirt that barely covers my ass, some short shorts, a bunch of tight tank tops, and a selection of platform heals. I pick a leopard print dress that almost exposes my breasts and a bunch of lingerie. I also throw in a ‘nice’ dress in case we go to dinner in public. Since I know the girls will be pretty hot, I include fake eyelashes and nails.

The trip is a bit harried and organizing my life to disappear for a few days has its complications, but I get on the flight. What to wear on the flight is an issue. My husband thinks I should dress slutty, ‘ready for it’ when I’m picked up. I’m more reserved than that though. I have to be comfortable before anything happens, and nothing is a sure thing. I half think I may stay away from the party house in a hotel the whole time. So I dress for comfort on the plane. But when I land, I go to the restroom and put on make-up, take off my bra, and switch into high heels. Needless to say, I see no need for condoms in the carryon.

Which brings me another issue. I’m not on birth control. My practice when I ‘party’ is to use condoms, and did so with Paul in Fla last winter. But, in planning for the weekend, I learned that everyone is shooting bareback, which means they come with test in hand. Am I really going to go bareback with a big black dick??? I was getting wet just thinking about it. The calendar assured me I was not ovulating. But, what if the calendar was wrong . . . the thought made me hot. Anyway, no condoms needed.

So Brutus picks me up. Very nice guy. Very respectful. We made it back to the house with GPS and a few wrong turns. When we got to the house there were other people there, and I was aware I was supposed to be the ‘house slut.’ But, I was not yet into the vacation mode and still a bit uptight. I shook hands with the guys hanging out. There were a couple of girls there but they were still in bed. Brutus suggested we go to the beach – which was perfect. He suggested either a regular beach, or the nude beach. I picked the nude beach.

I went to the back of the house to change. I had to tiptoe through a bedroom where this Asian girl named Momo and her ‘daddy’ D ( were sleeping. She rolled over to say hello. I thought how pretty she was. I changed into a green string bikini and put a white, partly see-through cover-up over it. When I was ready I walked back to the kitchen with my beach bag, ready to go. One of the guys at the kitchen counter said “come here.” I walked over to him and he lifted the white cover-up up, looked at my body, and made a sound. I think he liked it. I was still a bit stand-off ish though, and wasn’t sure what his name was. We left for the beach.

When we picked out spot the beach attendant set up our chairs and umbrella and drove off. Brutus took off his clothes. I tried not to stare and took off my cover-up. I was not going naked. Lying on the beach under an umbrella was perfect. I got to adjust to the fact that I was not the responsible dutiful housewife for a few days, but just an anonymous person on the nude beach. An anonymous person who happened to be lying next to a true Adonis. Brutus’ physique is a gift, which he takes wonderful care of. I felt so lucky to be so close to him.

As we lay in the sun and shared earphones to my Ipod, I began to thaw out. It was hot and Brutus was ready to take a dip. I sat up and watched him walk to the water. I stared, in awe, with everyone else on the beach. His back is work if art. I decided to join him and walked in myself. I think I was the only one on the beach with a bathing suit. But I still felt naked because it was this tiny string thing my husband bought from Fredericks of Hollywood.

I was still feeling timid so I did not approach Brutus in the water. I just took a swim and enjoyed the water. Walking back to our spot I could feels eyes on me. I wondered if they thought Brutus and I were a fucking each other. I couldn’t wait to make that true.

Before I lay back down I moved my beach bag from between our chairs and pushed them together. They were fully reclined and touching, so we could lie right next to each other. Brutus was to my right. I decided to lie on my stomach so I could ask Brutus to rub sunscreen on my back. His hands are not only big, and strong, they are rough. I immediately fantasized about his holding me down. This time, I turned onto my right side and I started to touch him. I followed the sweat beads rolling down the side of his chest, first with my finger, then with my tongue. As he sang softly along with Shakira, I circled his left nipple with my finger. I watched his cock grow.

I was unsure of the laws in Fla or the rules for a nude beach, so I kept it gentle, just touching his nipples, chest and shoulder. Brutus turned on his side started to kiss. What a wonderful month. Since his cock was facing me, and not too exposed, I asked him if I could touch it. He said yes, but not to stroke. So I touched it. Then wrapped my finders around it and held it in my hand. I was full and firm. I was ready and getting wet. Brutus rubbed my thighs a bit, and my stomach, and had me completely whipped. I felt like a panting puppy dog. Brutus wanted to take another dip, so we stopped and laid back so his cock would go down. I again, watched him go into the water.

I joined him. This time I went right up to him where the water was chest high, put my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around his pelvis. We kissed and I felt his hard cock against my stomach. Since everyone else was naked, I thought it would be ok if I took of my bikini bottoms. I held them in hand with his arms around his neck. He slipped his cock in and my pussy was so wet inside, he had no trouble getting it all the way in. We kissed as he lifted me by my ass up and down on his cock. People were watching, but I didn’t care. I let go of his neck and arched my back, leaning back into the water, floating, with his hands holding my ass, pressing my pussy down onto his cock. I felt the sun on my face, the cock in my pussy, and I felt truly relaxed.

Neither of us climaxed; it was just a tease. When we stopped I swam around a bit and put my bottoms back on. Walking back to the chairs I could feel the eyes on me. This time they were sure I was a slut a black cock.

We soon decided to head back to the house. While packing up we were approached a number of times. Brutus has that body that attracts everyone, from gay guys, to straight women, to just admirers of the human form. The gay guys seemed particular aggressive, and not at all concerned that he was there with me. Brutus took it all in stride. But I couldn’t wait to get back to the house.

When we got back we hit the showers. I went to the room Brutus and I were to share and started to choose my outfit to wear around the house. Before I could, Brutus was of the shower and in the room. Naked. He took me and put me on the bed. He was over me, kissing me; I still had my robe on. He took it off and I felt his cock in my hand. I go on my knees and sucked it, like I was waiting to all day. The door was shut and we fucked, just the two of us, and I squired come all over. Thank goodness my robe and towel were there to absorb most of it. Brutus came in my pussy, which was his first load of the weekend.

We showed again, and this time dressed. I put on a miniskirt with thong panties, a halter-top and high sandals. By this time everyone was up and planning his or her day for what shoots would happen when. I was to be just a spectator and off camera participant. I walked around, got a drink of water, and tried to be polite to everyone. I could feel people checking me out and felt like I was wearing a sign, ‘house slut.’ When I was approached, which I was, I told guys they had to ask Brutus. I like having someone else in charge and telling me whom to fuck. And it was safer that way. Brutus new who was tested and had their papers with them.

I watched two girls I didn’t meet yet come out of a room where they filmed some girl/girl stuff, and get ready to take stills with each other. I watched them pose with each other in front of the camera and touch each other. I wondered if it was for the camera, or whether they were bi. I didn’t know if I was going to get any pussy. One girl had the most gigantic breasts I’ve ever seen in my life. I thought she looked a little to porn for my taste. I ended up spending time with her later, though and found her to be supper sweet and kind innocent, which was a turn on. More on that later.

During the action one of the Producers I had met earlier approached me and looked down my skirt. It was a big open room with the kitchen, dinner area, living room all open, looking onto the patio. Everyone in all those rooms could see us. He reminded me what his name was, Big Max, took my tit in his hand and pulled out his cock. I got down on my knees and started sucking. Max was a Producer so did not have to ‘save it for the camera.’ It was all mine. He lifted me off my knees and asked Brutus if he could take me into his bedroom. Brutus said, sure and Max lead me by my hand into his room. He gently pushed me back on the bed, laid on top and started kissing me. His cock was still out and my skirt was up. He took off my panties and started whispering in my ear. He said things I never heard before, and it made me wild. He said he wanted to ‘breed’ me, get me pregnant and watch my belly grow with his black baby. I lost it. The orgasms were pretty intense. I don’t know if Max had an inkling that I was not on birth control, but he seemed to know it was a possibility. He shot his load in my pussy and I wondered all weekend, if it took. Chances are no, but no confirmation yet. . .

I was passed again from Max back to Brutus. I could not believe the physical release I was getting from all the cock in my pussy. I kept coming with them both. I squirt and I kept thinking I was done, but more would come. My husband was right. I needed a break.

A couple of other guys took their turns with me. They would pile on and take turns and I did not see all their faces. They didn’t come though ‘cause they had shoots coming up. I knew I could relax and take it all though because Brutus was overseeing everything and making sure I was safe. I just let go and loved it all.

-Married Slut

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Note From Big Max with Video

It has been a hectic couple weeks, traveling and shooting. I am not very good at this blog thing, this is my first one so bear with me.

I have been planning to go to Fla. For the last couple months to do this thing we call PleasureFest. A bunch of us usually rent a house in Fla. And spend the whole week shooting videos, partying and catching up with old friends… generally having a good time. The whole concept of it is: to have one place once a year and have guys and gals who have a porn website to meet and shoot videos for their respective sites. And it was a blast. Just image sitting a room with a bunch of sexy slutty ladies who love to fuck and not shy about it. A wet dream comes true. I usually just produce and direct but this year I got in on some of the action in front of the camera. A lot of my girlfriends and fans have repeatedly request that they see more of me on the site. So I got in front the camera a lot at this event, so you may see some exclusives with me in the next couple month on the site

The trip getting there was uneventful and pleasant I highly recommend flying Jet blue… nothing get me through a flight like direct TV LOL. Me, P. boogie, Black McNasty, and Slut Momo got to the Fort Lauderdale airport at the same time so we decided to take a cab together to the house. We manage to get all four of us and all 9 of our luggage in one town car, talk about a tight squeeze.
The house was really cool in but only in the looks dept. The AC did not work so it was hot sticky n wet… just the way I like it. A couple hours later after we unpacked Brutus Black arrived at the house. His flight had been delayed. After a couple drinks, and backslapping we started to discuss the plans for the week and all the hot pussy we were going to fuck. Then he Said “Oh yeah there is this married slut who is coming at the house tomorrow. She does not have a site but she is crazy about black men and want to be the house fluffer” at that point I thought this is going to be a hell of a week.
But I will let this married slut tell you her version of her trip to PleasureFest