As much as I enjoy swallowing spunk, the act always leaves me unsatisfied. It is almost invariably a full stop to the session. Call me old fashioned, but that full stop should come when the man finally delivers his tribute deep inside the woman. What would be ideal, was a man who could come in my mouth, then immediately change ends and fuck me while I could taste his cum, preferably coming in my cunt just as I come myself. One night, following rather a lot of wine, I was telling my best friend Karen about my dilemma. "What would be perfect," I slurred. "Would be to be penetrated just as the last spurts go down my throat." Karen was at least as pissed as I was. "Easy," she said. "What you need, is two men at once." Nice one, we drank to the idea. A few days later, and sober, I remembered the conversation. Could it work? I had never had two men at once, considering my age, thirty-seven, and my capacity for sex, a surprising omission. I had been married twice and cheated on both husbands, but only when they could no longer keep up with my needs. I have had several 'steadies' and a lot of one night stands, I have no difficulty in attracting men, I work hard to keep myself in good shape, always dress in a feminine way and always make a man feel that he is in control. My friends tell me that I could pass for twenty seven. How would I go about it? Advertising on a dating website, that's how. I carefully composed my ad. 'Milf-', no that was not strictly accurate, I do not have children. 'Attracive blonde, thirty-something, looking for men with thick, seven-inch cocks, for threesome fun.' That would do it. That's what I submitted,, along with a selfie in sexy undies, with a masquerade mask partially hiding my face. They made me take out the bit about cocks, but hey. Size is important. It's certainly not an exluding factor though, more of a preference. I like to feel it. Contrary to what you read on sites like this, most of the ones that I have experienced, are under six inches. Not that I've measured them, just my impression. They still do the job, but being stretched by a big one is like the icing on the cake. By big, I mean over six inches and preferably thick. Even if the website had allowed me to specify seven-inchers, men lie anyway, they must use special rulers. I didn't really know what to expect, but there were no replies from pairs of men, and only a few from men who were up for it, but I would have to provide the third party. I was quickly able to exclude the no hopers, leaving me with fewer still. One intrigued me, his reply said; "Whatever you are seeking, I can arrange it, meet to discuss?" No personal details and no photograph. I posted; "Interested." He replied with a mobile phone number. We arranged a lunchtime meet at a pub close to my place of work. It's always crowded at lunchtimes, he would wear a distinctive shirt. Whatever I was expecting, it was not this. Apart from the shirt, you would not notice him. Sitting at the bar as arranged, a fifty-something Mr Average. I bought myself a drink and watched him. He was people watching. After a few minutes, he looked at his watch, I was late. Still curious, I went over and introduced myself. He stood up, I like it when a man is polite, and we shook hands. He was Derek. He offered me his seat, he stood. He said that he was a film maker, adult films. If I was serious about a threesome, he could provide the facilities and the men, as many as I wanted. We would be filmed, I would receive a modelling fee. I was gobsmacked, I was not expecting this. I eventually managed to mutter; "Aren't I bit old for that? Surely you want nubile teens." "It's a very broad constantly changing market," he explained. "At the moment, the demand is for real women, women that they believe are attainable. Like you. But you don't need to decide right now. Take your time, call me if you decide to go ahead. The film will not be made public unless you decide to take it further and make a career of it, even part time. Most of our girls and all of our men, have day jobs. If you decide to join us, the film will be sent to publishers, then you will receive your fee. If not, the film will be yours, no copies will be made. Something for your grandchildren." I didn't manage to do much work that afternoon, nor did I sleep much that night. Me, a porn star? I would certainly get my threesome. More-some I expect. I would be fucked every which way, but with others watching. I had never knowingly been watched, but it was one of my milder fantasies. I decided to find out more. I called the next day. The next step was a full interview. He said that his office was at his home, as was his studio. I started to have doubts which he quickly dispelled by saying that his wife was also his business partner, she would be present. If I wished, I could bring somebody with me, but that for the interview, it would be just me and them. I said yes. We arranged for the interview the following Saturday. I went alone in my own car, but I told Karen where I was going and said that I would call when I left. The house was in the 'stockbroker belt', clearly there was money in porn. The wife's name was Claire, she was elegant and well spoken. She was also the cinematographer. The interview was in their lounge, coffee was served. Claire took the lead; "We assume that you enjoy sex, otherwise you would not be here, but tell us what you don't like, or won't do." I tried, saying that I would try anything, otherwise how would I know if I liked it. She made a note and went on; "What we are talking about is way beyond what most people would call normal, you will be fucked over and over again, in your arse as well as your cunt, we don't use condoms, you will have spunk pumped onto you and into you, in large quantities. And it's not for your pleasure, although you might enjoy it, its for the camera. Just when you're on the cusp of orgasm, the directly might call 'cut'. Do you do women?" The change of direction caught me out, I was by now, highly aroused by her graphic descriptions. I replied that I had been with women and would do it if asked, but that I was not lesbian. She made a note. Derek asked; "Are you aroused now?" I nodded. "Describe it, in what way are you aroused?" "My nipples are hard," I stammered. "And my… my cunt is wet." "Show us." He said simply. I hesitated, then stood up. I had worn a business suit, without a blouse. I removed the jacket, then the skirt. Suddenly, I felt my teasing side come into play, I was enjoying this. I turned my back on them, unhooked my bra and discarded it, then hooked my fingers into my knickers, pushing them right down to my ankles, bent forward, knowing that my wet cunt would be visible, not to mention the rosebud of my arse. I stood upright and turned to face them, now wearing only stilletto shoes and stockings supported by a lacy suspender belt. I pushed my tits out, parted my legs and drew the middle finger of my right hand forward between my cunt lips. I had not exaggerated, my nipples were like pebbles and my cunt was dripping. If this was exhibitionism, give me more. I showed them the wet finger, then slowly licked it clean. Claire licked her lips, Derek just said; "Wow!" I could see the bulge of his erection, tenting his pants. After a few seconds, Clare spoke; "You look like you're ready for a good fucking." I certainly was. I replied; "Yes. Please." Fully expecting Derek to do the business. He was not exactly my type, but I was gagging for it, any cock would do. But instead, the door opened and in walked a Greek god. He was tall, fair haired, athletic and best of all naked. His tanned skin seemed to shine. From his completely hairless pubes curved a huge limp cock. My knees buckled slighty. "This is Magnus," said Claire. "He's from Denmark." Not a Greek god then, a Norse one. He was certainly hung like a Norse. "Suck his cock," Clare continued. "Get on your knees." I happily complied, taking his still flaccid, elephant's trunk in my hand. That's not really fair, this thing was beautiful, not wrinkled and grey, although an elephant's trunk has the advantage of being prehensile. It was uncircumcised, which I prefer. I slipped my lips over the knob. I love to feel a cock get hard in my mouth. Without letting him slip from my lips, I used a finger and thumb to pull the skin of his shaft down, slowly giving my tongue access to his smooth glans. I forgot about the watchers, this was for Magnus and me, not them. He groaned and his cock quickly erected to fill my mouth. Holding his shaft to prevent being choked by his length, I began to suck. I was sure that this was the biggest that I had ever had the pleasure of. So much for six inches being enough, this must have been more like eight, with girth to match. He let me suck for a little while longer, before pulling me off. Now I could see it in all it's glory. Immense. Had I really just had that thing in my mouth? He told me to turn round, bend over and hold my ankles. Again I happily complied. He aligned the monster with my juicy gape and fed it in. I felt stretched, but loved it. The appropriately named Magnus, fucked me with slow, deep thrusts. Very deep. I felt the stirrings of an orgasm and remembered where I was. Were porn actors allowed to come? Claire's voice interupted my thoughts; "Magnus." I looked up, so did Magnus, he stopped thrusting. Claire threw something to him, underhand. Magnus caught it. He was still balls deep inside my cunt, but not moving. I felt something cold drip into my bum crack. Lubricant! He was going to bugger me! This was going to hurt. I'm not averse to anal, done right and with the right partner, I like it. It's pretty much part of normal sex these days, although conversely, there is nothing modern about it, there are depictions of it dating back thousands of years. But I had never had anything the size of Magnus pushed up there. Unless you count the largest of my extensive dildo collection. That had been there, once. That's why I knew it was going to hurt. Magnus eased gently out of my cunt and directed his tip to the other hole. I tried to relax. He used his hand to keep it located and increased pressure. The head popped in with an ease that surprised me. I squealed, but in surprise, not pain. Little by little, he entered me until he was once again up to his balls, then he started his movements. This time, he reached forward to cup my swinging tits, rolling the nipples. I felt the orgasm that had been interrupted begin to rise again. I felt for my oily clit and rubbed, determined that it would not escape me again. I came powerfully. Magnus stopped thrusting and held himself inside me. When I had finished, he slowly withdrew and left the room. Derek followed him, the bulge in his trousers still evident. Claire handed me some tissues and said; "Do you need the bathroom?" "I don't think so," I replied. "I don't think he came." "No," said Claire. "He's a pro, he can keep it up for ages and come when the director calls for it. Then he can do it again almost immediately. A real pro." She told me to get dressed and I sat down opposite her again. "That was quite awesome," she said. "Derek is probably out there having a wank." I smiled and said; "I thought he was going to fuck me." "Oh, he'll get round to it," she said. "He gets to fuck all the girls, perks of the job." "Do you get to fuck all the boys?" I enquired. "Oh yes." She replied. "Have you had Magnus?" "Many times." "Does he come in you?" She grinned. "Its been known." Derek came back carrying a fresh pot of coffee. The bulge had gone. Claire winked at me. "Is that it," I asked? Did I pass?" They both looked at me, then Derek, who seemed to have regained the power of speech, said; "That was just the interview, the screen test has not even been scheduled."