“Hey!” Michael said as he saw me enter the studio.

I smiled and greeted the director with a gigantic hug.

“Glad to see you aren’t like the others,” he said as he stared at my chest.

“All these women getting reductions these days.”

I had worked with him on my previous interracial shoot; it had been almost a year since my first porn shoot. I was happy to work with him again. The last two were a pain to deal with, always wanting to change things. I knew with him, at least all I had to do was show my big ass, fuck, and be out of here within the allotted time.

“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “I have no plans of reducing anything.”

“Good, especially that ass of yours,” Michael said as he grabbed my hand and spun me around. As usual, with most of the porn videos he shot, it was all about the ass, which I didn’t mind as I had a nice ass.

Many of my fans loved me for my big tits and cute face, but most of them liked my ass, hips, and long hair.

“Oh, you know that’s never going away,” I smiled as I shook my ass for him.

“You know there will be three guys in this shoot,” one of the coordinators said.

It wasn’t my first shoot with multiple guys. The first was with two white guys who fumbled and bumbled through the shoot, not getting in sync. Then there were the four black guys, and again, it nearly felt like I was in charge of them.

Today was a mix of two black men and one white, not that it made a difference. To me, a dick was a dick. They could say this or that about who has the biggest or thickest; in this business, I found it was all the same: how long could they last?

Most of the male actors had different techniques to last long. Some took pills, others had a numbing gel, and others had secret techniques, but at the end of the day, most didn’t last long, and we would have to reshoot from a specific part that was the colossal secret of the porn business. Pause and cut were used more than condoms and safety precautions, which was saying a lot.

“I’ll go and get ready,” I said as I went to the dressing room.

Today, I was playing the wife of a white male who had just lost a massive bet with some guys. Of course, he couldn’t pay.

I was playing the wife that would fall head over heels over black cock and say that I would gladly pay the bet off with my body. First, he would be against it, of course, but after seeing me suck and fuck for a while, he would jump right on in.

I had to wonder who watched these things for the plotline. I imagined a lot of people skipping the beginning and going straight for the fuck scenes.

“But honey,” the white actor said as I knelt before the two muscular-built black guys.

“Shut up,” one of them said. “Your wife, knows what’s up!”

“Yeah, she about to pay off your debt in full,” the other said.

‘Jesus!’ I thought as I stroked one of them.

Whoever said all black guys had big cocks never worked in the porn business. Six inches, maybe that. The other was a bit larger at Seven. Since doing this, the biggest was on a Latino at nearly ten.

“It’s okay honey,” I said as the Six inches pressed his dick against my face. Mr. Seven was already mauling my big boobs. “It’s just sex, it means nothing as long as….”

There was the end of the talking six incher started ploughing my mouth.

“Your wife can’t talk anymore, she got this big cock in her mouth,” he said as he fucked my mouth.

I had to stifle a laugh as he said, big cock. I was sure with the oil and the camera angles, they would make it look a lot bigger than it was, but it barely made it down my throat. Seven made his way behind me, and with a lift and a tug of the skimpy shorts I had on, he was seven inches inside of me.

“She is getting spit-roasted and loving it; what do you say about that?” Seven said.

“Uh, honey?” Mr. pathetic said as he made his way in front of me, watching me get fucked from both ends.

If there were any real guys out there that liked seeing their wives being spit-roasted by two black guys, I didn’t know of any.

“It’s fine dear,” I said as I took a breather from Six’s cock. I wrapped my hand around it with most of my hand at the base so the rest of it was still visible. “Go sit down,” I smiled as Six plunged his cock into my mouth again.

“Damn, this ass was built for black cock,” Seven said from behind me.

In nearly every interracial shoot I had done, that line always came up. I’ll show him I was taking it easy on the fellas. I slightly winked at Michael, the director, and then it was my turn.

I plunged my face onto six’s cock and started sucking him faster than he could fuck my mouth. While twerking and bouncing my fat ass on Sevens. Both gripped me as they held onto me with all they had.

“Honey?” Pathetic said as he watched me go to town on these boys.

“She can’t talk,” Six said as he tried to stop himself from cumming.

He was a technique guy. I was sure he was thinking of everything he could to control himself. But women knew the short but tell-tell sign of the small pulse that I felt go through his dick. It was only a matter of seconds before he would shoot his cum down my mouth. Seven wasn’t too far behind him.

“She’s got a mouthful of black cock.”

“Honey,” he said as both shot their loads inside of me.

“Cut!” Michael shouted, shaking his head.

Of course, he was disappointed, but I didn’t want my character to seem like the doe-eyed black cock lover.

“You just had to,” he smiled at me as the male actors went to get their cocks hard again.

“You know me,” I said, grabbing a towel from one of the stagehands.

“Where do you want to reset from?” one of the editors said.

“Yup,” Michael said. “This time,”

“I won’t go crazy, I promise,” I said with a smirk.

“Yes, you will,” Michael said. “But give us a few minutes’ worth this time, will you?”

“I will try,” I smirked as I made my way to the showers.

Actions and Consequences Chapter Eight: Bull by the Horns.

Being a professional sex worker has its ups and downs. For Anna, it’s been a good ride so far.

“Hey!” Michael said as he saw me enter the studio.



I smiled and greeted the director with a gigantic hug.



“Glad to see you aren’t like the others,” he said as he stared at my chest.



Actions and Consequences Chapter Eight: Bull by the Horns.

Being a professional sex worker has its ups and downs. For Anna, it’s been a good ride so far.

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