That night Peters came to me. It was my first sex for several months since my husband's death. He certainly knew how to bed a woman. His body was in good shape and he had a massive cock. An arrogant bastard who was used to fucking available women. First of all he wanted to be rimmed and sucked.
"I've heard you give a great blow job," he said.
It was true that I'd done this frequently in my younger days and for my husband. After he showered, I went down on my knees, rubbing his cock between my breasts before licking his backside, going deep with my tongue, parting the checks to begin his trip around the world.
Then his large balls, taking them in turn into my mouth, before kissing and slowly sliding my tongue up and down his 12 inch stem. He groaned as I took his cock head inside my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate the thick shaft.
"Great baby, great," he murmured.
He made me work for it, my jaws aching as I deep throated him. In my prime it hadn't taken long to make most men come because they were so excited.
But Peters was a professional pimp - no other word for him - who had control. To him all women were prostitutes. Finally I felt the tremor in his erection as the fluid sought a way out. He shouted and shot a long stream of semen into my mouth. I'd learned to swallow and keep sucking as the hot seed went down my throat and overflowed onto my face and breasts.
"Wow Stella. You are the best," he laughed.
I went to clean up in the bathroom, looking at my cum covered faced in the mirror with the thick lipstick and make up smeared across it. A real slut. Coming back to the bed after washing and repainting my face I lay with Peters as he stroked my body.
"You got a million dollar ass, honey," he said. "Sure kept yourself in good shape. You going to make a great deal of dough."
I felt cheap but resigned. He fucked me twice, front and rear. A long screwing that made me come. He used his fingers and tongue on me to get my juices flowing. He sucked my nipples while shoving two fingers inside my snatch. He was an expert at stimulating the sensitive places and I came on his hand, squirting out my fluids. He then mounted me and I cried out as he slid his gigantic cock into my wet hole, going high. I behaved like a whore then as he rode me.
With his pole inside you any woman would respond. It didn't take long to bring me up to climax and I was thrusting against him as I orgasmed. He dirty talked me and brought me up again as I clung to him, sweat running off me and gasping for breath. As I peaked for a third time he came with me, shooting his load with savage thrusts which banged the remaining breath out of me. I lay sucking in gulps of air, breasts heaving.
"You certainly enjoy cock, baby," he laughed.
He'd been one of the few men to make me react like that, although I'd faked it plenty of times. My pussy was pulsating and the bed was soaking from my sweat and juices, which I could smell.
I was amazed that he recovered his erection again so quickly. He fucked me up the ass the next time and it hurt. I'd been given anal before but not for so long a time and with such a massive dick. He really battered me, putting all his power into the strokes. I felt like my insides were being forced out as he bored high inside me. Later I realised that this was to break me in and get used again to being fucked aggressively. I was crying out and pleading with him to end it when he finally exploded his hot sperm into my backside. I was really sore and my ass was bleeding.
"That was very painful," I complained.
"You going to get a lot of that with your tight little ass," said Peters. "Just getting you used to what the big guys like me will be doing. A tight Chinese ass is the big attraction for a lot of gwielos."
I didn't get much sleep and was tired and sore the next day. Cindy woke me quite early to get ready for my promotion appearance. I'd rather have gone back to bed, but instead I spent several hours being preened, with my hair cut shorter and restyled, a facial and a girl doing my make-up. I put on a wired half-cup bra to shove up my bust, tights and panties. I had to struggle to get into the mini-dress - which was really a size too small - with the seams straining as I breathed in while it was zipped up.
It was very short and when I sat down the hem was nearly up to my crotch, while the low cut top displayed the deep-V of my breasts. On six inch red high heels I was showing off everything.
"Good," said Cindy. "You'll cause a few hard ons today. There'll be a lot tossing themselves off looking at your newspaper pics."
She was a crude bitch.
I was nervous going back into the public glare. I'd done hundreds of these events in my younger days, showing my body off to the cameras. But now it felt different. I was launching myself at 41 as a soft porn actress. I could imagine what would be written in the showbiz papers and more lurid magazines, of which there were many in the city. It was a good story that a former Miss Hong Kong was going to do blue movies, especially at my age.
I was driven to the Central hotel where a room had been booked for the news conference. I went to the ladies room with the make up girl to retouch my face and have a pee. I looked at myself in the mirror, straining against the skin tight mini dress which showed off my bust and legs, then went to meet Gary Leung and Peters.
"You look magnificent," said Gary.
I looked at a smiling Peters. My pussy and backside were very tender after this attentions of the previous night.
"Ready?" asked Gary.
I nodded. On my high heels I strode into the reception room which was lit with TV lights and popping camera flashes as I mounted the small stage. The photographers swarmed forward and I posed for them, smiling. Hands on hips, legs astride, moving around to give them different shots. They could nearly photograph me up the skirt it was so short. it was hot under the lights and I was sweating as I gave them the pictures that would be splashed over tomorrow's entertainment pages. Finally Gary called a halt. It was question time.
I sat down, crossing my legs, giving them all a good view of my thighs nearly up to my crotch.
"Why have you decided to do porn movies?" was the first question.
I'd been coached by Gary a couple of days earlier in my replies.
"Well, I suppose anything Carina Tse can do I can do better," I smiled.
There was laughter. Everyone knew there was no love lost between the two of us who'd started off in show business at the same time.
"Don't you think you're a little old for these roles?"
I looked at the questioner, then slowly recrossed my legs, giving them all a good show.
