Wife Carrie Interviewed For A Porn Job

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw my wife Carrie fucking on the internet for a worldwide audience. This is the story of how it all came about.

When my wife Carrie and I decided to take a break and went our separate ways, I never thought I was going to end up seeing her in one of my mate’s stash of porn videos. It was quite embarrassing.

I wasn’t even concentrating until one of my mates said “Here, isn’t that your Carrie?”

“Very funny,” I retorted, thinking he was just taking the piss, that it was his idea of a drunken joke.

But when I looked, I had a sickening feeling that he wasn’t joking, that it was my ex- wife, a woman I still loved.

“Turn it off!” I said, but they weren’t going to miss this – my Carrie starkers and about to get shafted by an impressive looking cock. Soon they would know just what she was like when having sex.

It all started when she was getting desperate for money. She was reading Loot looking for jobs when she saw an advert. “Women 18-45 Wanted for Adult Video Work. No Experience Required. Call Now for Interview”

Was this the right place? It has the right address but not the swish offices she’d been expecting. Then she noticed, just inside the door, an A4 sheet with the legend Kensington Productions. 1st Floor.

Yes, that was the company she was after. Taking a deep breath, she started the walk upstairs. Next, she came to a door which said Kensington Productions. She knocked timidly and a voice yelled ‘Come in’.

‘I’m here about you advert,’ Carrie said hesitantly.

‘Yes, of course. Sit down. Cup of coffee?’

Carrie shook her head and sat down nervously on the edge of the sofa.

‘You done this kind of work before then?’

She shook her head. ‘No, not really.’

‘Okay, not to worry. Nothing to it. I’m sure you’ve got all the right qualifications.’ Carrie was aware of his eyes looking her over. ‘From what I can see anyway.’

‘You married?’

‘Yes, I am, but we’re not together at the moment.’

‘Sorry to hear it. So, you’ve not been having any lately then?’

‘Any…. ? Oh I see, what you mean. No, not lately?’

‘So, you haven’t got a friendly guy who can help out, put a smile on your face?’

Carrie shook her head.

‘Not to worry, eh? I’m sure you’ll get some offers. Well, I’m sure you know what we’re all about here. Mainly we just want ordinary everyday women like yourself to do nude photography and adult videos.’

She nodded.

‘Well, first thing, obviously, I need a proper look at your figure.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yes, if that’s all right.’

Carrie swallows hard and nods. There’s no going back now. She stands up. She hasn’t dressed up anything special for the interview. She had decided to wear her blue patterned crop top with a push-up bra underneath, and matching shorts which were flowy, loose and showed off her long slim legs (which she always felt is her best feature) and ankle strap sandals. She wasn’t sure what look they’d be after and so she just went with her everyday stuff really.

Carrie slowly began to lower the straps of her top. Her fingers are trembling at and she is conscious of his eyes on her. It’s the first time she has ever undressed for a complete strangers. She lifts the top up over her head and feels the cool air on her belly and then takes it off altogether and drops it on the sofa. She feels so expose now, vulnerable, standing there in shorts and pretty black lace bra, and yet she is conscious of her nipples stiffening, poking at the material of covering them. He must have noticed that surely, it will be the focus of his attention now, taking pleasure in seeing Carrie becoming aroused.

She reached around to her back, unclipping the strap, letting gravity do the rest, pushing the cups down, exposing her cleavage. Then Carrie grits her teeth and goes all the way, taking her bra off completely and exposing her small naked breasts to his gaze.

‘You’ve got a nice pair of breasts,’ he says.

‘Thanks.’ she says.

‘Good long nipples.’

Carrie doesn’t know what to say, but the conversation does make her feel a bit less uncomfortable.

Encouraged, she holds the waistband of her shorts and slides them down to the floor. Now she is as vulnerable as she has ever felt, standing in front of a strange man in just her flimsy white cotton pants. Carrie is vaguely conscious of her pubic bush and how it must be plain to see through the thin material.

‘Hm, I’m liking what I’m seeing,’ the man says. ‘And I’m not the only guy, I’m sure.’

She is conscious of him waiting now, waiting impatiently for her to take off her panties to see her fully naked. Taking a deep breath, Carrie hooks her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pushes them down, swaying her legs back and forth so that they drop to the floor. Now she is fully naked in front of him, conscious of his eyes on her breasts, her hard nipples, then moving to her public bush.

‘That’s a good bush you got there,’ he says. ‘A lot of the girls shave it these days, but there’s still plenty of guys who like to see a good bush on a woman. They’re going to love you.’

They? She’s suddenly thinking, how many other men are going to see her nude. Very few men have had that privilege until today, but now….

‘Not too hard, was it?’ he says. ‘Sit down a minute,’ he says, and she does so, crossing her arms across her breasts nervously.

‘Well, what we usually do is what I call a ‘practical’

‘What’s that?’

‘Getting down to some action, if you know what I mean?’

He grabs her hand and Carrie stands up and he leads her to a small side room which is empty apart from a single bed with some crumpled bedclothes. Suddenly it all feels vividly real to her, and Carrie pulls her hand away from his. ‘No, I’m not sure…’

‘What do you mean? You’re not chickening out now are you. Come on, it’s only a quick fuck, you’re not exactly a virgin, are you?’

He’s blocking the door now and she can’t get past him. He pushed Carrie backwards until the back of her knees are against the bed and another push sends her back further so that she can’t help but fall back onto the bed. He leers down at her, naked and helpless, her nipples stiffening, a glistening pink line showing between her pubic bush. He leans over Carrie and pushes her legs apart. He has unbuckled his trouser belt, loosened his zip and dropped his trousers to the floor. She can see the outline of his stiff cock pressing against his pants and as he pulls at the waistband, she sees his erect prick spring out into view. Pointing upwards, Carrie guesses its size as between 7” and 8”, bigger than her husband’s and looking potent. It looks like a real babymaker, and she feels the need begin to stir in her, a fluttering in her stomach and an ache deep inside her cunt, the kind of ache that can only be satisfied by a man’s cock. He’s touching her cunt lips with the tip of his cock now, probing, teasing, looking for that tell-tale trace of lubrication and despite her initial feelings of reluctance Carrie realises that she is starting to get wet. She actually wants him now.

She gasps as she feels him penetrate her vagina and push deeper inside and she wants it all now, Carrie wants this man’s huge cock inside her.

‘You like that, don’t yer love?’

Her mouth’s dry, it’s difficult to speak, but she nods and reaches up to feel his shoulders, pulling him deeper inside her. She can feel his balls banging against her and she imagines how much spunk he has waiting in store for her. He’s a virile man, used to getting his own way with a woman, and Carrie imagines that he has pumped his semen into many of them. She can tell by his attitude that he takes it as his natural right, filling a woman’s belly. The thought makes Carrie horny, and she wants him to come inside her too, she wants to be one of his conquests. She can hear him breathing more heavily now, silent and determined as he builds himself up to a climax. Carrie can feel his huge cock throbbing inside her, and instinctively she tenses her vaginal muscles to make sure she drains him of every drop of his cum. Nothing’s going to stop him now, emptying his balls into this woman is all that’s on his mind. He groans.

‘Ah,’ he sighs. ‘Ah, yes. That’s him, spunk in in yer belly. Oh yes.’

His long thrust is followed by two shorter ones.

She can sense that he’s finished, but he has no time for tender endearments. After all, to him Carrie is just another cunt, that’s all, happy to sell herself for a few quid.

Carrie raises herself from the bed and feels around for her clothes, overcome now by shame and embarrassment. The feeling of a minute ago has vanished and she wonders how she could possibly have wanted him or even done such a thing at all. As Carrie feel his sperm dribbling down her inside thigh, he reaches into his wallet and counts out five twenty-pound notes which he drops on the floor in front of her to pick up. He just doesn’t care, does he, she’s thinking, not now he’s come inside her.

‘Yer first porn video. Now get yourself fixed up and come see me again next time you want to earn some more money.’

Carrie swore she would never go back, but times continued to be hard for her, and she returned often and eventually she became the famous UK pornstar we all know and love watching today.

Carrie, UK

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