Some years ago, when my daughter Helen was in her second term at university, she arranged for a few friends to come over for a weekend clubbing. One of the girls, Lisa, called to say she would arrive late - considerably after the others were going out - so I arranged to collect her from the station and drop her off in town.
At the appointed time, I waited at the station. Lisa's train was on time, and though I'd never met her, she was easy to spot once the departing passengers dispersed: a young, pretty girl standing outside the station with a case, looking around.
I introduced myself and put her case in the boot. I knew Lisa was in the first year, like my daughter, so she was just eighteen. She was lovely; a small slim girl with green eyes, long mousy hair and large boobs.
"Thanks for picking me up," she said. "You know what, I'm a bit tired, so do you mind if we go straight to your house?"
I had no objections to a bit of female company, particularly someone as cute as Lisa, so I readily agreed. Lisa called my daughter Helen to check before we left the station car park.
"Do you mind if I skip tonight?" I heard her say. I couldn't hear Helen's reply, but after a short pause, Lisa glanced at me, grinned then continued. "Yes, I want to; I'm looking forward to it. Anyway, we'll be going out tomorrow night as well."
After a bit more chit-chat, she hung up and turned to me. "It's all sorted."
I drove the few miles home, and it was pretty late, around 11 pm, when we arrived back at the house. So after the usual nonsense of rooms and suitcases, I left Lisa in her room and settled in the lounge to relax before bed.
I was slightly surprised when Lisa reappeared a few minutes later. I offered her a drink, and once she was comfortable - sitting in an armchair opposite me - we started chatting. All very innocent at first: how was she enjoying university, which college was she at, what course was she doing? That kind of thing.
An hour and a few drinks later, she was still chattering away brightly. Given her declaration of tiredness in the car, I was surprised but not unhappy.
Shortly after that, Lisa steered our conversation towards relationships and sex. I recounted the sad tale of my divorce; at that time, I was still very bitter about the whole sorry affair. Lisa nodded at all the appropriate points, but I felt there was no point in wallowing in self-pity, so I changed the subject.
"What about you?" I asked. "You're far too young to have suffered much heartbreak."
By this time, Lisa looked very snug, curled up on the chair with her legs tucked underneath her. Her short black skirt had ridden up, exposing far more of her long legs than she probably intended.
Lisa laughed. "Oh, I've done more than you'd expect."
My cock was rock hard as I imagined her being fucked, but I carefully hid the bulge. "I'm sure you can't have that much experience," I said. "How many boyfriends have you had?"
"Just the one and I've dumped the useless prick," she said. "But it's not all about boyfriends."
Then she told me her story.
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A man approached Lisa while she was studying in the Costa near her college, struggling with a tricky assignment.
"Hi, my name is Henry," the man said. He smiled and continued. "I've got a proposition for you. I want to interview you for a job." The man - Henry - slowly looked her up and down. "You look like you'd be very suitable."
He handed her a card. Lisa glanced at it. Adult Entertainment Manager.
Like many of my daughter Helen's friends, Lisa was from a wealthy background. Still, she had run up a lot of debt thanks to maintaining her lifestyle on the pittance her parents gave her, so she desperately needed cash and was willing to consider most things.
"So it's porn, right?" Lisa asked. "How much does it pay?"
Henry nodded. "Yes, it's porn, and depending on what you do, it can pay very well."
He looked her up and down again, his gaze pausing on Lisa's big, perfect boobs.
"But first, we need to interview you to check your suitability for the work; not all girls have what it takes. If that goes well, there will be an audition. After that, we can talk about money."
Lisa got butterflies at the prospect. She'd had limited experience with sex but enjoyed it, even though her boyfriend was equally inexperienced. And she badly needed the cash as her rent was overdue.
But safety first, she thought. She did a quick search on her phone. The company had a website, glossy photos of pretty girls, testimonials - more up-front than she'd expected - and the details on the card seemed to check out. Satisfied, she nodded.
"Okay, Henry," Lisa said. "I guess an interview can't hurt."
A few minutes later and she had arranged an interview for the following morning.
After a restless night where she could hardly sleep from anticipation, the morning arrived, and Lisa took extra care to ensure she looked alluring and sexy. She put on a push-up bra and a skimpy white top that clung to her, showing off her impressive cleavage and a short black skirt she had never dared wear in public before as it barely covered her arse; she even wore her sexiest panties.
She arrived at the anonymous office building slightly early, checked the board in the lobby and caught the lift up to the appropriate floor. It looked utterly normal, like any other business: a glass wall stencilled with the company name, except unusually, all the blinds were down.
Lisa wondered whether she wanted to do this; this was her last chance to back out. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, but her nipples were hard, and she could feel her panties getting damp. So after a few moments, Lisa composed herself. She drew a deep breath, opened the door and went into the office. When she closed the door behind her, a receptionist greeted her.
"You must be Lisa," the receptionist said. "Henry will be with you shortly."
Lisa grinned. The receptionist matched the porn stereotype of a slutty receptionist: tall spike heels, stockings, a tiny black skirt and a skimpy top barely restraining her massive boobs. Lisa felt her face get hot as she blushed, realising she was wearing a similar outfit, just lacking the stockings.
Henry appeared and ushered her into an office with a black leather couch, a desk and studio lighting. He gestured towards the sofa. "Please, take a seat," he said.
Lisa sat down. Henry got going as soon as she was comfortable.
"Why do you want to do this?" he asked, nodding as he looked her up and down.
"I'm up to my eyeballs in debt. I really need the money." Lisa paused, then, after a moment, continued. "And how difficult can it be? It's just sex, isn't it?"
Henry laughed. "Okay, but are you sure you know what you will have to do?" he said.
"I've never watched much porn," Lisa said. She'd never actually watched any porn, though her boyfriend had tried to persuade her. "But sex, I imagine. I like sex."
Henry ran through the list. "Blow-jobs."
Lisa blushed but nodded. She had sucked her boyfriend's cock twice or maybe three times; he had insisted. "Yes, I've done that."
"You'll have to swallow."
"Really? I've not done that-" she paused. She'd never let her boyfriend come anywhere near her face, let alone in her mouth, but she knew some women did it and even claimed to enjoy it; Helen had talked about it. "I can try."
"More than one bloke," Henry said.
She tried to picture it; what would they both be doing with her? Everything she could imagine made her nervous, but she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have two men fuck her, one after the other. "I might have to work up to that."
"Anal."
"In the arse?" Lisa hadn't expected that; again, she knew it happened but had never imagined she'd do anything that disgusting herself. She shook her head slowly. "I thought that was exit only," she said half-jokingly.
Henry laughed again. "No, it goes both ways; it's also a back entrance." He grinned. "You can put all sorts of things in there."
Lisa didn't like the idea of a dick in her arse; it felt foul. She could never do anything that filthy, but the prospect was perversely exciting. "Must I get fucked in the arse, isn't normal sex enough? Won't it hurt?"
Henry shook his head. "The studios want anal more than anything else, so it pays well, and it's almost impossible to get anything decent without it."
Lisa wasn't keen, but despite all her disgust, the idea still excited her, and she did need the money. I do need the money, she told herself. Lisa swallowed. "But won't it hurt?" she repeated.
"No," Henry said. "Lots of pressure, but nothing you can't handle with a bit of lubrication."
Slightly reassured, Lisa decided it shouldn't stop her. And anyway, she might not get the job, she rationalised. "Okay," she said. "I guess I can try it."
Henry asked her lots more questions. Lisa knew there would be an audition if she passed this interview and guessed it would involve her being fucked, so her nervous anticipation grew with every question: when she first had sex, how many partners had she had, did she like girls, that kind of thing. Eventually, he stopped.
"You seem suitable to me. Very inexperienced, but we can fix that," Henry said. "First, we need to see you on camera. Okay?"
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Henry set up a camera and started recording. "Stand against that wall and face the camera," he said.
Lisa stood, smoothed down her skirt, which had ridden up, and self-consciously looked into the camera.
Henry nodded approvingly. He slowly looked her up and down again, his gaze lingering on her fabulous chest. "Very nice," he said. "Just relax; you're doing fine."
He asked her to strip. Lisa slowly took off her top and skirt, then undid her bra. Her impressive tits bounced free, leaving her naked except for her panties. She was self-conscious that she was almost naked in front of a stranger, so she folded her arms across her chest.
"Relax, you're doing fine," Henry repeated. "Put your hands by your side, please."
Lisa felt herself blushing but slowly complied and waited as Henry examined her intently.
"They're fake, right?" Henry asked.
Lisa was outraged. She stuck her chest out proudly. "Of course not. Only sluts have fake boobs."
Henry just nodded. "And the panties, please."
Lisa pulled her white panties down to her knees and realised they were soaking wet. She stepped out of her panties, briefly showing her trimmed bush before covering her sex with her hands.
"Don't be shy," Henry said. "We need to see what you look like."
Lisa reluctantly put her hands by her sides and blushed again as Henry came closer and stared at her pussy.
"Turn all the way around, please," he said.
Lisa slowly pivoted, conscious that Henry was watching and that the cameras were recording every intimate moment. Again, she felt a perverse thrill.
Henry nodded. "Yes, very nice, you've got great tits and a lovely arse. Now turn around and bend over at the waist."
Lisa complied, feeling very exposed.
"Spread your butt cheeks," Henry said.
Lisa was greatly embarrassed that her pussy and arsehole would be so exposed but complied. She reached back, clutched both arse cheeks, and spread them wide.
"Thanks, you look marvellous," Henry said. "Now sit back down and relax."
Lisa was naked, and the leather sofa felt sticky and uncomfortable against her skin. "I hope it's clean," she said.
"Yes, we always clean it," Henry said. He handed her a pink vibrator. "Can you play with yourself, please? Just do what you normally do."
Lisa didn't own a vibrator and had only ever used her fingers, but she knew what to do. The dildo looked enormous, much longer and fatter than her boyfriend's cock. It felt deliciously tight as she slowly inserted the throbbing vibrator into her soaking-wet teenage pussy, pushing it in as far as it would go. She started fingering her clit with one hand as she slowly moved the dildo in and out.
Soon she was moaning loudly, oblivious to the camera. The unaccustomed vibration quickly made her come, and her soaking wet pussy dripped onto the sofa, forming a small damp pool on the back leather.
"Fantastic," Henry said. He picked up a butt plug from the desk. "You know what this is?"
"It goes in my arse?" Lisa guessed. "But it's huge; I can't do that!"
Henry smiled. "Don't worry. It will fit just fine. I know you've never done this before, so I'll get someone to help."
Imagining that glass monstrosity in her arse terrified and disgusted Lisa, but the idea of a stranger excited her, even if he pushed that thing into her arse. "What do you mean, help?"
"My colleague Vince does this all the time," Henry said. "Just relax and enjoy it. He'll take good care of you."
"Okay, I'll try," Lisa said, the butterflies in her stomach working overtime. She wondered how many girls had done this before, that they had someone whose job was to help push that large glass toy into her arse.
Henry summoned Vince. Excitement coursed through Lisa's body when a large black man, very muscular and fit, entered the office from a back room.
"Sit with your bum overhanging the edge, with your knees up and apart," Vince said.
Lisa perched near the edge of the sofa, but Vince put his strong hands around her thighs and pulled her dangerously close to the edge, tilting her arse up. He applied lube to the plug and then knelt between her legs.
"It's just oil," he said, extending a sticky finger for her to smell.
A pleasant whiff of coconut filled her nostrils. Then Vince took his finger away. Lisa closed her eyes tight, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much. She jumped when she felt his finger touch her arse hole, then pressure as Vince started to push his oily finger into her.
"Push out," Vince said.
Lisa felt the finger slide into her tight sphincter. It felt odd as he moved it around inside her, but it didn't hurt. She could do this. She felt Vince move his finger in and out, finger-fucking her tight arse. The pressure increased uncomfortably when another oily finger entered her bum hole. Lisa opened her eyes, started playing with her pussy, and watched, fascinated, as Vince continued stretching her butt hole with his two fingers. Soon his two fingers were deep inside her bum, and she could feel his knuckles pressing hard into her arse cheeks. It was okay; not too bad at all.
Vince slowly removed his fingers, wiped his hand, and picked up the butt plug. It felt cold when he slowly pushed its tip into her arse.
"Push out," he repeated.
The pressure on Lisa's virgin arse hole increased enormously as the plug slowly stretched her sphincter wider until Lisa felt it was splitting her in two. Suddenly, the widest part was past her tight entrance, and she felt it slide in quickly; the pressure subsided a little and became more bearable.
"There, it's all the way in," Vince said. "If you can do that, you can take anything."
Lisa felt slutty and very dirty, with a big toy rammed into her arse, but she was relieved - she had expected to hurt more. It felt okay, and now she was getting used to the pressure, almost pleasurable. Lisa jumped again when Vince leaned forward and started tonguing her pussy, running his tongue up and down her slit and playing with her clit. Her boyfriend had never done anything like that, and it felt better than when she'd played with herself. Soon, she hardly noticed the butt plug.
She jumped once more when she felt a finger probe at her tight wet pussy. Soon Vince was tonguing her and finger-fucking her with two hooked fingers. Lisa was so wet she heard her pussy slurping as Vince finger-fucked her, and she soon came noisily. Lisa was again surprised when Vince pushed at her arsehole, and the butt plug slid further into her. She'd forgotten it was there.
"Great, that will do," Henry said. "You look fantastic on camera. Next, we need you to give Vince a blow-job."
Lisa swallowed. The bulge in his trousers looked huge. But at least she'd done this before with her boyfriend. She knelt in front of Vince. Her hands reached out, unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. Vince quickly stepped out of them. Lisa felt his massive erection through his undies. He was enormous. When she pulled down his underpants, his huge black cock sprang free. It was enormous, far longer and fatter than she'd expected.
She slowly took him into her mouth. First, the tip, then carefully, she took more and more of his massive black member into her mouth, stopping when she felt his cock touch the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. Lisa paused; she knew she hadn't taken all of him; she'd not done that even with her boyfriend, who had a far smaller cock. Then she started sucking him, one hand on his rigid dick, as she moved her head backwards and forwards.