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Chapter 6 Preparing To Be a Porn Star
“Who are you Kathy, really,” I asked the mirror? I found it hard to recognize the soccer mom who didn’t make a fuss over her appearance. Spending time on me conflicted with the demands of a busy mom with a part time job and three teen agers to manage not to mention a husband who had grown increasingly high maintenance. I hadn’t paid much attention to clothes and makeup in a decade.
At the moment, Warren was seated nearby embracing his Latina wench. His arm was protectively around her as she leaned over to administer ointment to his recently waxed privates. So far one of the best things about the morning had been listening to his screams when the wax strips were removed. Warren was not the strong silent type when it came to pain.
Wes was also cooing over his Mexican slut leaving Michelle and I to suffer the pangs of the spurned wife. It was positively disgusting the way those two middle aged men lavished attention on those little whores.
It was close to eleven. Make up and wardrobe had finally finished with me. We had started getting ready at 7:30AM after a hurried continental breakfast. You always hear that making films is hard work and that part is true.
“We have a very busy day planned. Everyone most cooperate and move quickly if we are to finish by dark,” announced Dayana dressed in a white spots bra and shorts.
Her obvious camel toe made me think of last night and I felt warmth in my groin. The guilt associated with those thoughts caused me to ask Jesus to give me strength not to permanently succumb to the temptations surrounding me. I also prayed to the Lord to restore my family’s feet to the path of righteousness once Don Delgado’s nightmare porn film ended.
With her copper complexion and golden hair, Dayana looked ravishing and none the worse for last night’s whipping. I decided she must have the stamina of a world class athlete. If it had been me on the receiving end of the whip, I would have been in bed for a week.
I’d found myself guiltily looking forward to tonight when Trinidad and I would once again send this incredible beauty into her own particular forms of heaven and hell. Trinidad mentioned that electrical torture was tonight’s theme. I associated that with Mexico because there had been a recent story in the Globe about a local couple arrested in Nuevo Laredo for drugs who were subjected to electrical torture among a lot of other terrible things. That I found the idea of torturing Dayana’s exquisite body exciting bothered me a little but not as much as it should.
Breakfast over, we were herded outside to visit a mobile dentist clinic for a teeth whitening treatment. Wearing something that approximated a hospital gown and nothing else, the elderly dentist scrapped the plague off my teeth occasionally stopping to admire my semi naked body. He seemed to particularly admire my breasts, stopping occasionally to kiss my nipples and massage my bare sex, something my own dentist would go to jail for.
His younger assistant painted my teeth with a fluid then subjected them to an intense white light. They were several shades lighter when he finished.
It turned out the well equipped van was a charitable project funded by Don Delgado. It traveled the region providing dental services to impoverished locals. Later, I discovered via Google the Don was a revered figure, loved and admired for helping the poor. He was less well known for making porn films with kidnapped tourists.
In spite of my performance last night I was still on Dayana’s shit list. Or in her twisted mind was she doing me a favor.
When the ten of us had finished and our teeth sparkled, we were told to return to the house.
“Not you, Kathy, you get to pleasure Doctor Oviedo and Hector,” said Dayana stopping me. “Think of it as a reward for last night.”
“Pleasure how,” was my stupid question.
“What do you think? It will only take a few minutes and the Doctor is such a wonderful man, so concerned with his people’s dental health,” said Dayana. “It will be an honor and privilege for you to fuck him.”
“I just can’t,” I said without thinking it through. Outside of Warren and my son I had never had sex with another man. I panicked at the thought of walking into the van and allowing them to do what they wanted with me.
“Celia will take your place then,” said Dayana before saying, “Celia, come here. I have something special for you to do, Sweetheart.”
“No, I’ll do it,” I said quickly. The thought of my Celia loosing her virginity to an elderly dentist and his assistant was too much for a mother to bear.
I’d already asked Celia what happened last night with Carolina. Her sarcastic reply was, “None of your business, Mom, but if you must know we went down on each other and it was great. Eating her pussy was incredible and she has all these wonderful toys. April and I are going to become lesbians.”
“Go ahead inside, Celia. Your Mom changed her mind,” said Dayana slipping the gown off my shoulders. “Now make us all proud, Kathy and give the good doctor and Hector the fuck of their lives. If they don’t give me a good report, I am going to tie your little bitch of a daughter to that palm tree and whip the flesh off her back. Then I will rub sea salt into her open whelps. She will carry the scars and the memory of how her mother failed her to the grave.”
Her threat terrified me. “There will be no complaints,” I said determinedly.
Dayana found a way to add to my humiliation. “Go ahead everyone, to the set. Kathy has volunteered to have anal sex with Doctor Oviedo and his assistant to show our appreciation for free cosmetic dentistry.”
Warren and Celia looked on with an air of distaste as I reentered the van. Doctor Oviedo and Hector must have been expecting me because they were naked. The Doctor who I would guess was in his late sixties was seated in his dental chair. His skinny legs dangled over the arms as he stroked his large uncircumcised cock.
“Suck my father’s cock while I fuck you dog style,” said Hector in heavily accented English.
The thought I was having sex with a father and son entered my brain. It exited just as quickly as I bent over and gave the Doctor’s cock a lick. What did it matter if they were related?
Doctor Oviedo leaned forward to feel my breasts then let loose a torrent of words that overwhelmed my high school Spanish.
“My dad says you have beautiful tits. He wants to know if all the women who come from your city are big titted whores like you,” translated Hector whose hand was working my vulva. The fact that his thumb was pressing against hard my sphincter signaled that I was facing anal sex for the first time.
It was a dumb question so it deserved a dumb answer. “Of course, we love being whores and fucking our dentists.”
The Doctor was apparently pleased with Hector’s translation of my response. He pressed a button on the chair’s console causing the seat to tilt back then issued a request via his son.
“My father wants you to lick his asshole. He said an American whore like yourself should feel privileged to taste his shit,” said Hector sliding the tip of his finger past my sphincter causing me to grunt like some kind of animal, maybe a pig. Later, I realized I had pushed back to get his digit deeper into my rectum. Once again, my body was taking charge overruling my more prudish brain.
I can’t imagine how Celia would have reacted if Dayana had chosen her. It was one thing for Celia to have sex with an exceptionally beautiful girl like Carolina or one of the handsome young males who worked for Don Delgado but she would have panicked at the sight of Doctor Oviedo’s wrinkled and aged brownie. Surrounded by a ring of grey hair, flaps of loose skin signaled he was no stranger to hemorrhoids.
Once more I told myself to cowgirl up as I passed my tongue over his uneven asshole. Thank God, he wasn’t that nasty. I pushed away the thought that I tasted his shit. My Joy of Sex DVDs had been mute on the topic of anilingus so I was on my own. I placed my mouth over his sphincter and applied suction as I pushed the tip of my tongue against the center. His ring opened and I was in a good inch. At the doctor’s age, the sphincter is not as strong as it used to be.
The Doctor exhaled then spoke several words I took to be a complement. It was of sorts.
“Dad says you eat his ass like a prostitute he knew in Mexico City,” said Hector.
“Gracias,” I said not looking up.
I grunted as Hector slid his penis into my vagina. He showed me consideration by reaching around to rub my clitoris as he began to rhythmically pound my orifice.
“Stick two fingers in my father’s ass while you suck his cock. Be gentle,” said Hector whose thumb was joint deep in my rectum.
This isn’t so awful I told myself realizing I was pumping out lubricant causing Hector’s fingers to slide around my clitoris in a most pleasurable fashion. The possibility I could orgasm entered my brain only to be dismissed. Technically, the sex was non consensual. There was no way I could be enjoying it. I neither knew nor cared about the doctor and Hector. They were just as much strangers as the two thugs who raped Simone in my building’s parking garage a month ago. Still I felt an increase in my pulse and contractions in the walls of my vagina signaled the onset of le petite morte.
“Impossible,” I whispered as I started to come. Celia is right. Her mother is a slut.
“Oh shit, that’s so fucking good,” I shouted as I came in a rush causing my entire body to shake.
Hector and the Doctor communicated in rapid Spanish as I pushed back to get more of Hector’s cock in my pulsating vagina. I forced the Doctor’s cock to the entrance to my gullet then gave the extra effort to push it into my throat. According to the DVD, the pressure of the female throat on the male penis adds to the intensity of oral sex. I found myself wanting to choke and gag on his cock just like I had done with Warren’s.
Doctor Oviedo’s erection allowed me to understand the mechanics of an uncircumcised penis. Before the week ended, I developed a preference for that particular model.
My body was now fully in charge. My brain was on standby. I fingered the damaged sphincter as my mouth traveled up and down his shaft forcing him into my throat. There was a decided up tick in my Eros level when I wedged the head into my throat opening and gagged on it. It makes no sense but it’s true. At least it was for me.
“Climb up and mount my father,” said Hector. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
A dentist chair is ideal for certain kinds of sex. I scrambled up to where my feet rested on the chair arms then using one hand to hold on, I took his manhood in the other and guided it into my vagina as I lowered myself. The Doctor’s mouth latched onto my nipple and stayed. He was definitely breast fixated.
Once again, my brain made an unwelcome appearance. As Warren liked to remind me, it had been three months and seventeen days since we last had vaginal intercourse. And on that fateful Saturday night I complained he was hurting me. Each time, he thrust my vagina it felt like I was being stabbed. Like the true gentleman he is, Warren withdrew then rolled over in disgust and went to sleep. He barely spoke to me for a week afterwards.
But at the moment, I was experiencing intense pleasure from penetration by a stranger. The Doctor’s cock felt great inside my vagina. I wanted all of it and I didn’t want it to stop.
My mental perturbations were interrupted when I felt Hector’s penis pressing against my sphincter. Using my hips for leverage, he pushed inside.
The immediate sensation was pain, intense searing pain, as his penis expanded my rectum.
“You have a tight hole,” said Hector starting to thrust away.
I hung tight hopping things would get better and thank god they did. A couple of loud swats to my fanny helped me to relax. Apparently, Hector understood the proper protocol for anal sex because he took my hand and placed it on my clitoris causing my Eros level to jump to the next level. Having two penises inside my body while I massaged my clitoris was heavenly. It was one long satisfying orgasm as their hard penises ravaged me. I welcomed every one of Hector’s stinging slaps on my rear and encouraged the Doctor to suck my boob until it hurt.
One other uncharacteristic thing happened. I got loud. Warren often complained that I was silent as the grave during intercourse. “Can’t you shout or scream, at least grunt? It’s like fucking a corpse,” was how he phrased it.
I heard someone screaming, “Fuck my shitty ass, fuck my pussy, harder, motherfuckers, harder,” and that someone was me.
Doctor and son ejaculated within seconds of one another. My fingers were a blur as orgasmic pleasure washed over me in huge pounding waves. My orifices squeezed their spent occupants until softened they popped out of me. Feeling a soft cock pop out of your asshole felt so satisfying I wanted to cry.
Sex over, I slowly climbed off the doctor. I had undeniably just experienced the best sex of my life. I was still shaking when my feet hit the floor. I would have fallen if Hector had not steadied me.
I was sent on my way after a round of kissing and fondling and expressions of sincere gratitude.
When I arrived back with the others, Dayana was just ending a cell call with Hector.
“Hector says you were incredible. You took it up the ass like a pro,” said Dayana speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.
Celia was lying on a nearby table waiting for the wax to dry. As usual, she chose to put me down. “Mom did anal. I don’t believe it. She hasn’t let Dad screw her in months. She’ll let anybody fuck her but her husband.”
“Lean over, Kathy, and show Celia,” said Carolina more of less maneuvering me to where my bottom was inches away from my reclined daughter. Without further adieu, she bent me over and spread my buttocks for all to see.
“God, Mom, there’s come leaking out your asshole. You’re disgusting,” said Celia.
“Let me see,” said Wes peering at my bottom. “Warren, some stud has been traveling your wife’s Hershey Highway. His spunk is oozing out her shithole.”
Warren was also waiting for the wax to dry. “From now on, Kathy, when I want to fuck you in the ass, I expect you to spread your cheeks with absolutely no hesitation. And I don’t want any crap about you not feeling like it or it’s dirty.”
“My mother the anal whore,” said Celia summoning all the sarcasm she could muster.
“Such sarcasm to the woman who brought you into the world, you have no call to act in a superior fashion,” said Dayana taking my part. “Kathy, climb on the table. Your disrespectful daughter wants to suck semen from your ass.”
“No, I don’t,” said Celia.
“Do as I say or I will have Manuel whip your pretty young tits until you beg me to do it,” said Dayana before delivering a very hard open palmed slap to Celia’s face leaving a vivid red hand print. For a masochist, she knew how to deliver pain.
We don’t believe in corporal punishment for our children. None of them have ever been spanked. So it was quite a shock to Celia to be slapped.
“All right, I’ll do it,” said Celia fighting back tears.
“Climb up and squat over her face,” said Carolina taking my arm to force me into position.
It was a tense moment and I was conflicted. The mother in me was horrified at the thought of Celia sucking Hector’s semen out of my rectum. On the other hand, Celia had been nasty to me since the vacation started and she was getting well deserved payback.
As Carolina maneuvered me to where I could feel Celia’s breath on my anus, April chose to encourage her best friend. “Go ahead, Celia, I can’t wait to tell our friends about the things we did on vacation. Roxanne will just die. She was so uppity about going to tennis camp and sleeping with all her instructors.”
“Ramon, take a close up,” said Dayana causing the cameraman to step closer.
His micro image of Hector’s semen oozing out of my ass into Celia’s open mouth did not make it into the feature but it was part of the deleted scenes. A tearful Celia, her face still smarting from Dayana’s slap, surrounded my sphincter and applied suction. An ever helpful Carolina put one hand on the small of my back and the other on my lower abdomen and pushed. I felt a rush of fluids being vacuumed from my orifice.
“Give April a kiss so she can have something to tell her friends,” said Carolina being sensitive to the desires of young girls and their competitive natures.
April kissed Celia then Carolina kissed the both of them.
“Now, you two kiss and make up,” said Dayana gesturing to my daughter and me. “Mothers and daughters should have a loving relationship. Celia, she is the only mother you will ever have and you should treat her with respect even if she is an ass fucking, cock sucking slut.”
“Sorry, Mom, I don’t know what has gotten into me lately,” said Celia as we kissed. The remnants of Hector’s well traveled semen flowed into my mouth.
“Hormones, Sweetheart, maybe it’s best for you to forget the Silver Ring Thing and allow nature to take its course,” I said.
As I climbed down to the floor, Michelle was waiting to give me a hug. “That was so sweet,” she said before kissing me and sharing the dregs of Hector’s essence.
Family drama over, I was instructed to climb up on a nearby table and have my anus bleached. I’d never heard of the practice. I’m an olive complexioned brunette so my brownie was milk chocolate. Minutes later it was a light pink. After that I was subjected to a very thorough and painful removal of all body hair. Dayana inspected my sex thoroughly when the attendant indicated I was done. I later learned having a bald pussy was a prerequisite for porn.
Yelps filled the room as the wax strips were removed. Don Delgado had a thing about body hair even for the men. The groins of the men were absolutely bare when they were finished. Twice, back in Boston, I had splurged at the spa in the mall for a leg waxing; so I knew it hurt. But having all the hair removed from my sex and anus was new. It burned like blazes when the sadistic attendant pulled the strips of my bottom and labia. After I was waxed, I was pierced.
“What are you going to do,” I asked the attendant as she swabbed my nipples with alcohol?
No answer, maybe she didn’t speak English. However, she did understand body piercing. She deftly forced a gold ring through the base of my nipple then locked the clasp. There was a sharp pinch and she moved to the other breast. A third ring went into flesh right above my clit. That one hurt like the dickens.
“This is the coolest thing we’ve ever done, Celia,” said April who was getting her rings.
“Relax and stare at the wall. I’m going to do your belly button and it hurts a little,” said the attendant in accented English that was definitely not Mexican. Later I learned during the pirate orgy scene she was from Ireland and worked at the Ritz Carlton at the Reception Desk.
I closed my eyes and hissed in pain as she broke the skin. When I looked down, diamonds decorated my belly button.
One of the long standing points of contention in our family was body piercing. All the girls and even Bryan wanted it but Warren and I were dead set against it other than ears and then only a single hole. Something we had argued about countless times was swept away in minutes. The Tates and the Evans were pierced, including the men.
Warren and Wes were limited to a single nipple ring, but in some mad boyish display of macho, Bryan and Doug allowed Don Delgado’s daughters to talk them into a row of five rings on the underside of their scrotum bridging their frenum.
Bleaching, waxing, and body piercing complete, they herded us toward the shower. I was walking beside Bryan when he felt the need to confide in me.
“What do you think, Mom, pretty cool, huh,” asked Brad lifting his cock to show me his new hardware. “Louisa said it would make me more fuckable.”
Under the circumstances, I decided to act supportive. “Very nice, you look very manly.” Actually, I thought it looked weird.
Brad stepped closer to whisper. “Louisa said I would get to fuck you and Mrs. Evans, today. It’s in the script, page thirty one. I hope you’re okay with that.”
“I’m okay for now but it’s something we need to discuss once we are back in Boston,” I said wondering if Brad would expect me to have sex with him once we returned home. Was incest a door that once you went through, there was no going back?
“Doug thinks you’re hot. He’s always had a boner for you,” said Brad as he turned on the shower and picked up a bar of soap.
“Whatever is in the script, I’m up for,” I said as my fifteen year old son began to lather up my breasts. I hadn’t asked him to do that.
Doug was soaping up Michelle’s breasts. Our boys were coordinating their efforts to screw their own and their best friend’s mothers. No doubt it would give them bragging rights in their high school’s football locker room.
Our minders had left us alone in the shower room that reminded me of the one at my old high school except this one was much nicer. The tile looked expensive and there were images of young Mayan girls and boys having intercourse. A selection of expensive shampoos and soaps was available. The perfumed French fine milled soap Bryan was using wasn’t the kind you buy at your local supermarket.
“Wash my cock, Mom,” said Bryan handing me a bar of soap.
I’d already sucked it so it seemed silly to object. He got hard in my hands as I lathered his cock and balls.
I was surprised and a little shocked to see Wendy and Celia soaping up their Dad’s penis. Somehow through a combination of threats and incentives, Don Delgado’s crew had broken down our moral strictures against incest. As my soapy hand massaged Bryan’s rock hard penis I began to look forward to performing page thirty one.
After the shower, I learned Don Delgado’s film studio included a salon where my hair was cut and styled. The stylists also worked for the Ritz. After that came wardrobe where the Tate women were dressed in white and the Evans in black. It was the most whorish white outfit one could imagine. A bustier lifted and exposed my breasts. I was wearing a garter belt for the first time ever. I’d never owned one. The panty was so small it barely covered my vagina and the thin strip of material disappeared into my cleft.
Michelle and I looked in the mirror and laughed.
“Two soccer moms dressed as street whores,” said Michelle sticking out her tongue to the mirror.
“Good looking street whores,” I added giving my nipples a pinch.
“We’ve decided to fuck our brains out,” said Katlyn as she and Wendy joined us. The girls looked adorable but slutty.
“I intend to screw your husband like a dog in heat, Mrs. Evans,” said Wendy. “I’m going to take every inch of cock he’s got and scream for more.”
“What’s gotten into you two,” I asked?
“We just made a pact to show Don Delgado and crew that we white Anglo Saxon Protestant girls from the land of the Puritans can fuck as well as any Latina whores from the slums of Mexico City,” said Katlyn.
“And we think you should join us. Let’s show them what an American slut can do with a cock,” said Wendy. “Celia and April are on board with us and we want you two to join.”
“Consider me in,” said Michelle.
“Me too,” I said with an eagerness that surprised me.
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