Roger and I were both moaning when he came. After
years of considering what an orgasming cock would feel
like in my mouth, I was still surprised. His cock
swelled a bit as the cum poured through it, and then
it splashed into my mouth with terrific force. “Pull
out Roger, let me see,” Sian said. He did, and I left
my mouth open and tongue hanging out as he squirted
more and more. Most hit my oral area, but some stray
globs hit my face.

I kept most of the semen in my mouth, and I gripped
him and put him back in, spreading the cum sloppily
over his shaft so that it was visible. Then I spent a
minute or so cleaning and re-covering his cock with
cum. I actually laughed with Sian commented, “shit,
that is really nasty”. Roger laughed with me, and
hopped off the bed.

“Look at his erection,” Sian said, swinging the camera
to my dick. In a totally slutty mood, I spit some of
the saliva-sperm mixture on to my hand, lubricating
it, and began to pump my cock with my slimy palm. In a
minute, I sprayed my chest and belly with a long
strand of sperm. Only then did I stop, luxuriating in
the totally fucked feeling I had. I was spent.

As I caught my breath, Roger and Sian took out the
tapes and rewound them. Then they put the handheld one
in a playback machine, and when I roused myself, we
all watched. It was surreal to see myself on the
screen. To see my reactions as events unfolded. Yes,
it was surreal but to me it looked hot too. I guess
Roger and Sian thought so too, because she got on her
hands and knees and he fucked her doggy-style as they
watched. I felt like that was a huge compliment.

Roger came in her when the video showed me sucking his
cock. Still feeling like a tramp, I asked if they
wanted me to clean her up. A bit surprised, Sian said
“sure, if you want to.” I crawled behind her and began
tonguing the creampie out of her just-fucked hole.
Roger laughed a little, saying we should have done
that on film. Sian soon came, ejecting hot cream into
my mouth. It was a fantastic cap to a thrilling
evening.

After that, we put on our clothes and sat around,
chatting. They told me it was an excellent audition,
and that I was going to be wonderful in a video. They
asked me to sign the permission form to use the
audition, and I did with a bit of trepidation.

“How much longer are you in London?” Roger asked.
“When can we schedule a video shoot?”

“I’m in town until next Saturday,” I said.

“Oh, well then this may have come for naught,” Sian
said, ruefully. “We won’t have much chance of finding
willing women to be in this sort of video by then.”