I’ve been pacing my dressing room for twenty minutes. Sexy outfit or everyday jeans? Today, I interview Dave Mitchell. The French porn king. He’s hotter than the actresses he fucks. I sneak peeks at his vids on Pornhub. Always ends with me fingering myself to orgasm. I’m Stéphanie, 35, single, deputy editor at a top mag. This gig’s mine.
I pick the black knit dress, mid-thigh. Ditch comfy undies for lacy push-up bra and matching thong. Professional, right? A voice whispers, ‘You never know…’
The Awakening: Tension Builds in the Suite
At 10 AM, Maison Souquet hotel. Ex-brothel vibes. Producer Marc intercepts me. Interview’s upstairs in Liane de Pougy suite. Elevator ride. Dave’s there with his ‘preparator’ Patricia. Black jeans, tight tee. Fuck, he’s stunning. Smile hits dimples. Handshake. They leave us alone. Heart races. Alone in a hotel suite with him. Stupid short dress. Legs clamped tight.
iPhone recorder on. Questions flow. He calls himself Antoine, real name. Ex-fireman, neck injury, coma. Weed unlocked emotions, turned him into a sex beast. Landed in porn. Gifted cock. Pays better than most girls. Charming laugh. I blush admitting I’ve seen his films.
He jokes about erections, Patricia’s role, early cumshots for volume. Cialis secrets. ‘In form now? Wanna see?’ Stands, drops pants. Boxer bulge. Hard. Drops everything. Cock straight out, thick, shaved balls like golf balls. Hypnotized. Inches from my face. Hot. Heavy. I grip it. Can’t close fingers. Stroke slow. It hardens vertical. Gland to navel. Pulse pounds. Forbidden thrill surges. This is wrong. So fucking hot.
The Act: Unleashed Passion Without Limits
He pulls me up. Zips my dress. Naked but lace and heels. On king bed. Fingers tease skin. Breath on navel. Shiver. Goosebumps. Traces arms, neck, lips. Whispers he’s the girls’ favorite. Makes them cum. Intent on mine. Flips me prone. Hands roam. Dips between thighs. Lace soaks. Teases anus. I suck his fingers. Begging. He yanks thong off. Tongue dives in. Licks pussy, clit. Sucks juices. Hips buck. Edge of orgasm. Stops. Fingers plunge deep. Alternates holes. I’m dripping.
On back. Legs spread wide. Tongue feasts. I rub clit. Double attack. Explode. Thighs crush his head. Waves crash. Panting.
Condom. I roll it on clumsy. He smirks. Slides in missionary. Pounds hard. Filled. Stretched. ‘Fuck yes, deeper!’ Eyes lock. Blue fire. Pulls out. Flips to doggy. Varies rhythm. Genius fuck. Hits spots unknown. Multiple orgasms ripple. ‘Assfuck me slow!’ Saliva lubes. Fingers open. Pushes in. Burns then bliss. Anal ecstasy. Cums on back. Collapse. Kiss. Laughter. Secret shared.
Reality hits. Dress on. Recorder off. Smile. ‘Great interview.’ Elevator down. Pulse still races. No regrets. Thrill of the unspeakable. My dirty secret. Craved the taboo. Lived it.