“Merry Christmas, everyone!”
“Merry Christmas!” We all clinked glasses, my parents, my brother and I.
“Here’s to health, wealth and happiness!” said my dad.
I smiled inwardly. Two of those things had improved substantially for me of late. I had made nearly three thousand dollars by making three adult videos since September. I’d engaged in a threesome. I’d been sodomised for the first time. I’d had a wild fuck in a step-fantasy video. It had been a pretty crazy few months. My next two shoots were already scheduled.
And my new income (or should that be in cum?) stream had inspired me to take better care of myself. I had joined a gym and was going every other day. I had cut right down on alcohol. I was feeling great. I was rich, young, sexy and healthy, and felt it.
“Remind me, Roser, what time is Roberto coming over tomorrow?”
Oh, and I was also seeing a guy I liked. My parents had invited him round to meet them.
“Three o’clock.”
“Perfect! Just in time for the Madrid game…”
“By the way,” said my brother, “I’ve been watching some of your films.”
I froze, thunderstruck.
“What?!”
“Cleopatra and Avatar. I borrowed your DVDs.”
“Oh,” I said. My heart was thumping. It had been such a scare that I forgot to be mad at him for taking my stuff!
So, Roberto came over the next day and he made a good impression, so good that, to my surprise, my parents let him sleep in my room! We undressed for bed and got in together. We made out for a while, and he grew hard.
“Can we do it? Your folks are in the next room?!”
“Yes, but we have to keep this quiet. I want pillows over mouths for this,” I said, and we both giggled.
“I know one thing that would keep our mouths busy and quiet,” he said, “a good, old-fashioned sixty-nine!”
“Mmm…that does sound nice!”
I got up and climbed on top of him. I raised his cock up and placed the tip between my lips, then I flicked my tongue against it. Sucking only the very tip, I jerked the base of his penis with my hand. His tongue was wettening my pussy from behind, now licking my clit, now gently parting the lips.
“Oh, you taste so good, Roser!” he said. That earned him a long suck, deep and firm. His hands were caressing my buttocks as he worked my cunt into a lather. Feeling him rub my bottom, I reflected with a rueful smile that my sweet ass was in for some pain soon. The next film I had signed up for was BDSM!
I took my time with his blowjob, now sucking that tasty cock, now teasing his tip with my tongue and lips. His hands were on my back now, and he was sucking gently at my clitoris. My tits were pressed to his belly. Roberto slipped a finger inside me and resumed licking my deliciously wet vagina, while, with each suck I gave, I gradually moved my mouth further down the shaft of his cock.
I could tell he was beginning to struggle to focus, as he made a breathy moan and stopped licking me.
“Sssshhh!” I said playfully.
“Oh, oh!” he moaned softly as I sucked him. My cunt was a quivering mess of saliva and cum, and, in the seconds before he came, pleasure surged throughout my body and I squealed aloud, regaining control of my mouth just in time to ram his dick back down my throat and catch his jizz.
“That was so fucking hot!” he said, when we were lying in each other’s arms. I nodded. And then he said, quietly, “I love you, Roser. I want to be your boyfriend. Your real boyfriend.”
With hindsight, that was the moment to come clean. I probably should have told him my secret then, but I did not. I told him I loved him too.
*
My next video shoot was on January 3rd. The email from the producer had read:
Dear Roser,
Our company produces films featuring domestic discipline. We want to film a spanking video. How would you feel about playing a wife, who has cheated, agreeing to a spanking as punishment? First will come the discipline, then you suck your screen husband’s dick and are forgiven.
I don’t know if you have any experience with being spanked in a sex video? There is a safe word to stop if it’s too much for you. We’ll pay twelve hundred euros. Please think about it and let me know.
I didn’t need to think about it much. Twelve hundred euros for two hours’ work and a little bit of pain? I agreed at once. He sent me the script, and it made me laugh out loud. The inanity and unrealism of the scripts were fast becoming one of my favourite parts of adult acting! I recalled my first producer, Laia, telling me that, “The era of ridiculous scripts and stories is ending…”
Well, no-one had told whoever wrote this!
But on the second of January, disaster struck. Roberto took me out to dinner in a restaurant, and then we went to a bar. One guy at a nearby table, I noticed, was looking at me strangely. He got up and stood by our table.
“It’s you, isn’t it? You’re Juana La Loca? You’re the girl in the videos!”
Roberto gave the man an icy glare. There was a spectacularly awkward pause. I was so shocked to be recognized that I didn’t know what to say.
“No, and I don’t know who that is. My name is Roser. Have a nice day,” I stuttered.
The man looked at me and smirked unpleasantly. Roberto looked like he was about to thump the man.
“My mistake…Roser,” he said in a tone that left no doubt he wasn’t fooled, then walked off.
“What the hell was that about?” Roberto said.
“I don’t know. I guess he just thought I was someone else,” I stammered. But Roberto was looking at me funny, and I could see in his face that he suspected I was hiding something from him.
*