Just the thought of dressing made and kept me hard! Like in high school I'd dance around in the front of a mirror, jerking off to how hot I looked. ...ut unlike in High School, I was now a card carrying cock sucker. So I'd put on all my lingere, stockings, etc. put my wig inside my shirt and go to the bookstores, get in a booth, pump in the tokens, strip off my shirt and jeans, put on the wig and present myself to the guys peeking through the glory holes.As just a guy I had never had much. I'm a director/writer in the adult entertainment business. I used to be a porn star. I am the mind behind the series called "Erotic Fantasies." Yes, I get paid to be around hot women, watch them have sex, and periodically take part in it myself. You might think that it's the best job in the world (which it is), but it took me a long time to get here.It all started when I was a sophomore in high school. I was sixteen. I was an aspiring writer writing poems and short stories in class. One day. She made little noises as she moved, sincere little sounds of pleasure that came unhindered even if I might kill her.I imagined this was better than she hoped for, she just didn’t know it yet. But I wanted to be sure. “Were you serious about some pain with your pleasure?”“Yes please. I was sincere. This device ... you said it does tension like a rack? Please?”I activated the automatic BP cuff. “Is your preference for spanks, maybe with a flogger, or do you want some nipple clamps, or is. I thought of what it felt like when he ate me and I rubbed my pussy faster, trying not to draw attention to myself. He stopped eating her and without saying a word, put his cock inside her, pumping his body quickly. The both of them were laughing as they were fucking as if they were playing some sort of game. “Mmm, deeper baby, deeper!” Melinda exclaimed “I’m almost all in,” he said as he watched his cock penetrate her. “Oh shit! It feels so good!” she exclaimed as she was breathing heavier..