It was one of those ideas that never quite went away and the fact it kept popping back into Damian's mind convinced him that it was a good idea.
Damian had a life many would be envious of. He wasn't super rich, but rather he had a good career and a very relaxed personality. At the age of 26 he was an up-and-coming journalist and it was through his profession that he realised he might make his dreams come true.
Damian was a good-looking guy and often bedded attractive women, but he found despite this something was always gnawing away at him inside. What Damian really wanted was to fuck the pornstars he had grown up watching. As a teenager he'd grown up lusting over these women, wishing he could spend a night with them.
As time went on, and the urge never left, Damian found his mind working out the details. It probably wouldn't be a particularly difficult task. These women most likely worked as hookers at some point in their life, whether that was before, during or after their porn careers. If they'd fucked for money before, whether on camera or not, Damian could most likely find their price again.
As Damian's fantasy grew, he found himself also interested in the other side of the coin. There was probably a lot of interest from the wider public, albeit covert, in the pornstar's life, and what they thought about their careers and wider subjects. Damian could interview these women, and turn it into a book. He wouldn't even need to write about the sexual side, it could be purely journalistic.
Damian realised he was thinking about it more and more, until he decided to go ahead and start planning. He drew up a big list of all the women, mostly the porn stars of his youth now long retired, but also some he watched currently. He wanted to find out all he could about them before he approached them. It would be useful to know what they now did for money and whether they were married or not. Some were still very much in the public eye, but others seemed to have vanished.
He also had to consider how to approach the women with his idea. Some might not want to fuck him, others might not want to be interviewed, and some might not want either. Some he might have to flash the money first to convince them, but others he could try and seduce and fuck them without money having to change hands.
One thing dominated Damian's long list: big tits. He'd developed a huge tit fetish as he grew up and his list ranged from skinny girls with fake balloon-like boobs, to BBWs, and everything in between.
Another fantasy was to re-create some of the scenes he'd watched the women act in. Whether that was to make them wear similar clothes, or follow the same story line they had used many years before, the thought of it made Damian extremely horny.
1 month later.
To say Damian was nervous was an understatement. As a journalist he'd never been nervous when interviewing someone, but he'd never interviewed someone and arranged to fuck them after.
The first woman to respond positively to Damian's request was Mystica Lopez. She was a Latina hailing from Colombia, and had been retired from porn for 6 years. She was a BBW, but more on the chubby side rather than fat, so had had many fans who weren't so into BBW normally. Her tits were weighty round melons, tanned and bronze. She had curly hair and bright blue eyes, which had also gotten her a lot of attention during her time in the industry. She had sent Damian a few pictures, and he was relieved to see she had only put on a little weight.
Mystica had agreed to both the interview and the fuck. She had recently broken up with a long-term boyfriend, so told Damian his request had come at exactly the right time. Also, to Damian's delight, she was letting him film the whole thing, as a souvenir for him.
Proud of her Latina roots, Mystica had lived in the US for most of her life, and currently resided in Florida. She arranged to meet Damian there, and the whole process would be conducted in a hotel that Damian had booked. Damian had had to fly down, and in addition to his mixture of nerves and excitement he had had a near constant hard-on for the entire journey. Try as he might, nothing could take his mind off of what was up ahead.
Mystica kept Damian waiting twenty minutes or so. He was sat under a shade at a table by the pool. The Florida heat was baking down. He had a half-drunk Pina Colada in front of him and wore a polo shirt and trunks.
Mystica appeared on the other side of the pool, by the exit from the hotel's reception. She was wearing large sunglasses and a light blue sarong round her legs, but her huge tits sat out to the sun, straining the floral bikini top that held them.
"Hi" she said as she came over and shook Damian's hand.
Damian was speechless for a second, and became aware that his mouth had dropped open. "Hi... can I get you a drink?"
His question came out quickly due to his nerves but Mystica just laughed and said he could.
At the bar Damian ordered a Pina Colada and readjusted his trunks. Looking back he wished he'd arranged to meet somewhere indoors, where he could have worn something that could better hide potential erections.
When he returned Mystica had pushed her sunglasses up her forehead, so Damian got a good look at her bright blue eyes. She sat with one leg crossed over the other and she had kicked-off her flip-flop of her dangling foot.
Damian wasn't sure where to begin, his mind couldn't break from the idea that he would soon be free to stroke, grope, suck and fuck the body of this beautiful woman he had previously only seen through a screen. He remained in the real world long enough to remember his notebook with all his pre-written questions.
They talked for over two hours about Mystica's life. She told him how she had gotten into porn, her time in the industry, and how she had left. The stories she told were mostly humorous, but some were serious and left Damian feeling sad that Mystica had had to experience such things in her life. Nonetheless, these sad moments were infrequent, and a lot of the talking caused Damian's cock to strain against his trunks. He realised Mystica was an intelligent woman, which he had to admit he hadn't been expecting. Mystica had never been a "celebrity" pornstar. She had little social media presence and never done any podcasts. Every part of her life that was available to the public was the pornography, her only interviews conducted by the seedy guy behind the camera lens, lasting no more than two minutes, ending the moment she revealed her juicy boobs.
One thing she had not revealed was her real name. To Damian, she would only ever be Mystica. She wanted to keep her life private as much as she could.
When Damian had finally no more questions to ask there was a moment of silence between the two. Mystica held his eyes the whole time, then suggested they begin the second part of the interview. Damian spluttered out a reply, the confidence he had built up during the lengthy interview resetting to the level it had been pre-interview.
As Damian led Mystica into the hotel, up to his room his heart pounded. He couldn't believe it was happening.
Once inside the hotel room Mystica removed her sarong, revealing a round and plump ass. She then sat at the foot of the bed and lay back, but kept her self-propped up with her elbows and folder her legs once again. Her boobs moved away from each other, as gravity pulled them to the sides, yet their size meant they had still barely moved apart from each other. Damian pulled the white curtain across the window and stood over Mystica.
