Cassie lay back on the kitchen floor in the strange house. It was cold, but she didn't care. Her legs spread wide, she reached through to spread her ass too, exposing the small hole to the man kneeling in front of her.
"Fuck my white ass, stud," she growled. The man, of course, was contractually obliged to do so, but Cassie would have eagerly swallowed his enormous double digit dick with any of her holes regardless of money. After days of practice and following a dietary plan designed to make her 'cleaned out' and ready for her first ever anal sex, it was time. Lubricant was everywhere and in slid the bulbous head. Cassie screamed a silent scream as the man slowly eased his length up into her virgin hole. It was painful yet exquisite. Inch after inch buried itself within her, slow enough to let her get used to it.
Minutes later, she'd forgotten her discomfort, the man pumping her asshole for all he was worth, all 10 plus inches slamming in and out of her. Four more men waited for their turn to fuck her up the ass, all having already taken her pussy as she'd bent over the central kitchen unit.
The man inside her tensed and loosed burst after burst of cum right into her rectum. She screamed as the hot fluid coated her insides, loving how strange and wonderful it felt. The man pulled out and Cassie gave a cry of joy as the next man immediately fell on top of her and slid himself into her stretched hole.
When she came herself, it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Different, more primal than a regular vaginal orgasm. Not better, but wonderfully different. She knew she'd be needing to experience her anal orgasm a lot more in the future, so good was the feeling.
Over and over they pounded her on that kitchen floor. The third man flipped her onto her stomach, fucking down into her butt while pressing her into the floor. She was breathless, heightening her pleasure as the men drove another anal climax out of her. Five loads of sperm swilled about inside her rectum when they'd finished. When she stood on wobbly legs, she felt it pouring out of her, spilling down her thighs. God, what a slutty feeling that was, to have cum oozing out of her freshly fucked hole. Just another one of the many, many things she loved about her new career.
"Nice scene," the director, a man named Samuel, said to her. It was his house, a huge detached property just outside of town. "You really worked those dicks like a pro. This is only your second scene with us, I hear? You've got some great potential if you continue to work a cock like that. I think I'm going to enjoy working with you in the future, Cassie. Go grab a shower, you earned it."
She hadn't been able to stop smiling since her first time at Bareback Productions and today just made her even happier. Life was good. Even Tom, her husband, was feeling better. He'd even managed to find a bit of work, give him some of his mojo back. Of course, she was drifting further and further away from him in sexual terms, but she still loved him as a person. Just as a sexual entity, he was nothing to her.
As she showered, she thought about where she would go from here. She was eager to push herself further now. She'd fucked up to five men by herself now, so she was interested to see just how many she could take on in one go. And girls, she wanted to try an orgy of female flesh, girls only. She shuddered involuntarily, the thought of being in a pile of female bodies turned her on so much.
God, she was horny. She began to masturbate in the shower, her knees buckling as a climax coursed through her after mere seconds. Fuck, she thought. I really like girls. A lot. Drying herself off, she went back out where the guys were putting away all the cameras and paraphernalia.
"Hey, Samuel?" she said, rubbing her hair with the towel. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, and call me Sam," he said, zipping up a bag.
"I want to do a scene where it's just girls. An all-girl orgy. Do we do them?"
"We haven't done one for a while, usually we do one on one or threesomes with just girls... but I think, if you like, I can have a word, see if we can do something. How many girls are you looking to do, as it were?"
"God, don't tempt me!" she chuckled. "I think it'd be fun to have at least six girls all... mmm, yes, six would be fine. More or less, it's fine. Just quite a few to... wow, I'm such a slut. Ha!"
"That's kind of a good thing in this business," he said. "If you have any more ideas for scenes, we're always on the lookout for good ideas."
"Oh, I'm full of good ideas... and cum, at the moment. I like being full of both."
"Cheeky..." he laughed. "I'll get someone to take you home. Nice working with you."
That night, sitting watching TV with Tom, she sighed every time she felt sperm ooze out of her ass. Tom clearly took it as a sign of happiness that she was spending some time with him, holding her close as they watched a US drama. They even kissed for a while, but Cassie dodged the sex question, claiming she was tired after her 'work' that day. He accepted it and they just snuggled. Cassie fell asleep that night dreaming of men fucking her ass.
The next day an e-mail waited for her, from Jane. A troubling one.
"Dear Cassie, you came to me for help, now I need yours. I don't know why I'm doing these things, but yesterday, I just needed sex. So I went to Michael's and we fucked for a while. He had to work, so I went out to a bar and found a couple of men and they fucked me as well, in the alleyway behind the bar. I still hadn't had enough so I went back to Michael and he said I couldn't be in a scene because I'd had unprotected sex with random people that might not have been 'clean'. But I needed more, so I went to a night club. I must have had sex with twenty different men that night. I've not slept yet. I have cum running out of my pussy still, like a river, twenty three different loads all from yesterday. I need help."
Scared, Cassie rang her friend immediately.
"Jane? It's Cassie. Get yourself to a clinic right now, you need to make sure you're healthy and ok. I can help, just take it easy, ok? It'll be ok, just take it easy. We can get you through this."
"Ok, ok, I'll go now. Come to meet me, ok? I need to talk in person."
Together they found a clinic online and Jane said she'd meet Cassie in an hour. She explained to Tom that she needed to make sure Jane was ok, that she'd had an accident and needed some support.
"I'm sorry," Jane said, sitting waiting for her test results. "I just couldn't control myself. I knew you were with those five guys and ... I was jealous. I needed some cock." The two girls were whispering, making sure they couldn't be overheard. Luckily, the waiting room was noisy, so there was little chance of that.
"I know, I know," Cassie said, tapping her friend's knee. Inappropriate thoughts of sliding her hand up her skirt flitted through her mind, of burying her face in her dripping snatch. She pushed them aside, focusing on helping her friend. "Nobody will let you work with them if you're not safe. It makes sense. You've just got to control yourself. If you can prove to these places that you're safe and reliable, you'll surely get more cock and pussy than you can handle. Yeah? I mean, you're so gorgeous, who'd not want to hire you? 20 guys in one nightclub? Just proves how hot you are, girl."
