Where it happened: King's Cross, Sydney, Australia
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Okay, let’s get it out of the way. I was not a virgin when this happened but this was my first time with a porn star.
I was a young Navy officer and my ship was in Sydney for sort of a good will tour. The entertainment district of Sydney is located in King’s Cross and here, you can find strip clubs, escorts, massage parlors and even live sex shows. Ever curious and only 23, I ventured into a few of the sex shows. Basically, a dancer would pull a willing audience member on stage, have him drop his pants and she’d mount him after putting a condom on him. It was like ten for ten where the guys barely lasted a minute.
Several dancers tried to pull me up on stage but I balked. I didn’t want any sailors to see me and have it spread around my ship. Eventually, I left and went looking for a massage parlor. What I got was lost and ended up on the edge of King’s Cross and an industrial district. And right there was another live sex show.
I was horny and naive and let the barker at the door draw me in. This place was different. No sailors. No Americans. The men were workers at the industrial sites.
As I watched the acts, this bombshell of a blonde sits next to me. Fantastic legs, tight abs, huge breasts (all natural). Muscular (not quite Bev Francis but she had muscles). Bobbed haircut. Personally, I thought she was a dyke who was there to watch the girls.
Then, the announcer comes on and calls up a dancer named Janette, saying she’s one of the most sought after porn stars in Sydney and supposedly the next big export product in the vein of Alice Springs. Lo and behold, it’s the blonde I was sitting next to and I knew what was coming next. The dancers usually grab the people they’ve sat next to in the audience.
And she did call me up. I balked but the announcer upped the stakes. I was the only American in the audience and he said I had to defend American honor. That, plus Janette personally coming off stage to take my hand had me on stage.
Unlike the other sex shows, however, Janette put on a show. She had me stand and she pulled down my pants. I was already hard and just about every dancer in the audience or on stage went nuts when they saw my thick 10-inch dick. I was actually glad because I was stationed in Japan and Japanese girls freaked out at the size of my dick and I was sort of in an involuntary state of celibacy.
Janette gave me a masterful blowjob. Her fingers made sort of a cock ring to keep me from blowing my wad. I had to use a lot of willpower, too. Couldn’t get off in a minute and look bad in front of a bunch of Aussies channeling Crocodile Dundee.
After ten minutes, Janette looks at me, impressed. I lasted longer than she thought. So, we then went to the floor for a 69. I dove into her bush like a man dying of thirst. I had no technique but Janette was coming like crazy anyway. She barely even touched my cock and, finally, after 20 minutes (yes, 20; the announcer tried to urge Janette to hurry along and the other dancers told him not only to shut up but to take notes), she pulled away.
She had this look, you know, where you know something more is going to happen. Sure enough, she looked back at me and then, with her back to me, mounted me. No condom. Hey, I was naive. Rode me like a bronco. Said she was going to pull off and have me shoot all over her tits.
That was the plan. I came but never saw it. The other dancers wanted some of me. I think this cute redhead got there first and I heard Janette tell her to fuck off. The redhead promptly sat on my face and fed me her pussy. And two other girls sat on my hands so I could finger them. Two more got in on the act. I felt one slid in between my legs and take my balls in her mouth and another was sliding her tongue along my shaft whenever Janette lifted up.
Willpower fell apart then. I only lasted a bit because Janette slowed down to get a second wind. That allowed me to make the redhead cum and get the two girls on my hands off. Then, I felt Janette lift off, just in time, too. One of the other girls jerked me off as the other woman sucked on my balls. I must have blasted off 20 wads. My back was actually sore.
When all was said and done, the entire place was quiet. I’m soaked in sweat. Someone tossed me a towel and, as I cleaned up, I saw Janette laying on the floor a few feet away, breathing hard. Then, I saw the other girls and they looked like they’d just played a game of pickup hoops. In the audience, it seemed like every guy had busted a nut. I looked over at the announcer and he wasn’t even paying attention. Two of the dancers who couldn’t get in on the act with me were sucking him off.
A good night all around, but I paid for it. I thought I had a hernia for days afterward. And then, there was the jealousy. Janette wrote me a few letters but those stopped soon after. The Redhead and the other dancers, however, were all trying to marry me. More likely, they wanted to be with a man with a steady income and who was a nice guy like me. It wasn’t because I could fuck like a stud or anything.
In the end, I married Janette but not from that. She eventually retired from porn after two of her friends got AIDS so she never became the next big thing. I flat out forgot about her until she contacted me out of the blue 10 years ago. Found me via the Internet.
She owned an import/export business and, at the urging of her friends, called me. She had never married and I guess her friends couldn’t stand to see her not married. Married women tend to become matchmakers, as I’ve found out many times.
Eventually, we reconnected when she opened an office in Charlotte, North Carolina, a mere 90-minute drive for me. She looked as good when we met as she did that night, save for having let her hair go back to its natural brunette and letting it grow long.
Of course, Janette is the name I’m using for her, not her real name. That is the one condition she imposed when I started writing the experience down.
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