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I should probably explain Mr Diary that I've been around the block quite a few times... Sure, I work at a club for my every day wage, but every now and again I would earn a bit of extra cash on the side with more adult work.

I'd like to firstly introduce you to Trey; Trey's my mentor and agent, in short. Huge guy; well-built and damn thick downstairs for a bull, and he's a stickler for whose tailhole he shoves it down. We met once outside a dingy club I used to be the bouncer at. He was having a drag outside just as I had a gaggle of underage girls swooning over me trying to get into the club. He laughed at me, 'cause he was the only one who realised I was letting them flaunt themselves at me whilst I refused to let them in. We got chatting after that, until eventually he gave me his number and said he'd be in touch - of course, that was only after he'd blown a load down my gullet. What can I say? I'm ridiculously impulsive, and with a large guy like him, who can resist?

Anyway, after I'd hooked up with him, he began dropping me lines every now and again with potential jobs. He started me off slowly, getting me calendar gigs and modelling slots. After a couple of swimwear photo-shoots, he moved me onto the hotter stuff. I soon found myself stripping completely nude for the camera, even getting hired by the sex toy companies to promote their new dildos, vibrators and men's wear. At first it was odd... Not awkward odd, but just... odd. I got used to it though, and pretty quickly ripping off my undies so that thousands of unnamed and unknown people could gawp at my junk seemed like the dirtiest, most fucking awesome thing ever. But apparently I was wrong... It got even more intense when a guy approached me and not Trey this time offering me cash to feature in some porno. At first I was reluctant, but then I saw the freaking zeros on the number he gave me, and I snapped it up. I've never looked back since; now I'm in a tonne of flicks, varying in genre and style. Hardcore to softcore, BDSM to schoolgirl-teacher roleplay... I've pretty much done it all. Very little surprises me now.

Every now and again though... Something does manage to crop up that shocks me a tiny bit.

So, what I guess I'm trying to say is... I moonlight as a porn star. It ain't fabulous work, and the professionally made films are incredibly different to what you see on screen - during filming, it could take hours of meaningless, monotonous sex. That may sound like fun, but it really ain't. Think of it like playing the same level of your favourite game, then think about playing that level endlessly, nonstop, unable to do anything else but bounce your little character around or shoot whichever bad guys. I swear, one time, I ended up having to fuck this chick for up to an hour in the same shot because she kept screwing it up by either forgetting her lines, not positioning herself right for the camera, or by doing some stupid shit with her face that looked awful in the viewing. All the while, I had lost pretty much most of the sensation in my dick, and so hadn't came for all that time and yet was still rock hard.

But I should get back to the point as to why I'm writing this entry; you see, my buddy Trey called me back up. He's still my agent, kinda - he lets me do my own thing whilst dropping a line by every now and again to make sure I'm still in work or whether I want to word spread around that I quit - and he'd recently heard about this amateur director who was in town. He said he'd been offered to feature in the film they were doing in a hotel room right around the corner from where I was at, but Trey had turned them down - said he had his eye on some foxy tail that night and was gonna finally make his move. Typical Trey; he was always the stickler for choice.

Anyway, I figured I may as well take him up on the chance. The guy filming, someone from Europe, was supposedly a big name, and had done some really raunchy hit stuff. Like most porn stars, he too had a 'stage' name, and only referred to himself as Otto. I had mine; The Hoss. You know... like that famous celebrity from Baywatch. You know the one.

I arrived on time, and Otto was ready to meet me in the lobby. Trey had phoned ahead, told Otto I was to take the part. He was this mangy looking gypsy Alsatian, with beads in his hair and those red-tinted sunglasses despite being indoors. He looked like he was dressed for some concert or the beach, half between bedraggled and hipster. He had this scrawny beard too, and when he spoke it was like his voice was high; all airy and not quite there. I mean, who wasn't to say he was doped up anyway? Judging by his looks, I wouldn't be surprised if he chased the purple dragon in his spare time... or something like that.

He seemed very excited to meet me, not at all intimidated by my stature or build. He grasped my paw, shook it, and before I'd even had chance to utter a 'hello' or introduce myself, he was straight off into hurriedly explaining the scene. It was a one shot thing, so if we fucked up - pun intended - then we would have to keep going, which seemed better than what you'd normally do on a professional set. So that meant if anybody came, then they came but we'd all carry on. It was actually beginning to sound fucking hot how he described it... like this endless session of pure, dirty sex...

He got into the details now as we entered the lift; it'd be filmed in one of the hotel's many rooms, large enough for all of us and Otto and his equipment so he could move around easily. It was a cliché story too, which disappointed me. I, the fake room service guy, will come in bringing champagne for a soon to be engaged couple, this bear guy and a femme lioness, but they'd both reconsider getting married for one more night of meaningless, highly inappropriate but still just as wild and sensual sex. Your average threesome porno. Kinda a let-down when Trey had built him up to be this super talented dude who was heralded in the industry.

We came to the room, and Otto left me outside with the uniform that looked like it would barely fit me, whilst he went and informed my soon to be lovers of my arrival, and to set up the film. I got changed with ease, having been used to costume changes from the club - I just about managed to pull off the concierge's look, albeit a little squeezed into the uniform. I suppose that was the point though, to show off all my muscles and shit.

Otto shouted out that they were ready, and so, grabbing the prop wine bottle with a cheaply hashed label to make it look a little more expensive, I knocked politely on the door. Some camp voice called out for me to enter, and so, dutifully, I did as I was told - must've been the bride-to-be.

I opened the door with gentleness, not wanting to break the flimsy thing off its hinges. Now, when I said before that there is very little shocks me... well, this is one of those times to the contrary. I was amazed at what I saw; whether it was a good-amaze or a bad-amaze I'm still not sure. On the bed knelt the other actors I was filming with, a male bear and a lioness. However, I had been expecting your usual porn couple, where the male bear was big and burly, thick gut, cigar between his lips and leather adorning the parts of his body that wouldn't be needed for sex. Then I had expected the lioness to be girly, with bouncy curly hair and a slender, elegant figure with knockers that could probably keep her afloat in water. But no... the bear was some skinny, almost womanly looking guy, whilst the lioness had ample breasts but no hourglass shape to her hips. I might've mistaken her for a lesbian, but working at a club for so long tends to blur you from the stereotypes. I had to save my entrance though, since it was all a one shot scene, and held up the bottle,

"Did someone order champagne?" It was improvised, sure, but Otto didn't seem to mind. He just sat, blankly behind his camera, staring intently on the screen as we did our stuff. The bear answered,

"Yeah, just put it on the side..." He was the one who had told me to enter; I recognised the voice... This was turning out to be a little more interesting than what I had thought... Maybe not so much your typical two giant guys on one petite girl but rather a couple on one giant guy...

The bear and lioness talked on for a while, obvious adhering to some kind of script, though I'm sure they were rambling through set phrases than fleshing it out a little by their own merit. I stood there for a while, panicking that I might've been looking too awkward in shot, and that I'd left it too long so the scene looked fake, but the lioness came to the rescue. She turned to me, with these fiery, red hot eyes and hissed,

"We don't have any money to tip, but since you're such a strong, helpful guy, we need to repay you somehow..." Inwardly I was cringing at all the terrible porn lines, but I suffered on in silence, "How about you have two girls treat you to some TLC?" The fact she'd just referred to her fake boyfriend as a 'girl' got my going... I suddenly realised Otto was a genius. He had this whole power play thing going on... The lioness was in charge, and might've actually been the top in the relationship. I'd heard about straight couples who switched roles, but never met anyone like it before... This was fucking awesome!

I can't remember what I responded with, but I needn't do much. I was undressed hastily by two pairs of needy paws, and I was then groped in so many places that I felt like there were more than just four paws... The two of them were still clothed, but I on the other was soon void of all garments, and looking down I could watch as the minx of a bear hooked his pinkie finger under the waistband of my jockstrap and slowly pull it down. I pulled my party trick, and gave my tool a little jolt of blood to get it to flex, so that it popped out of the underwear. That gave them both something to coo over, and I very nearly buckled as paws were replaced with wet, succulent lips. It felt like a billion dribbling butterflies were dancing all over my cock as they both got to work, one of them going for the head whilst the other aimed for my balls. I had to stop myself from buckling at the knees - they were freaking experts at this!

The bear stood up from where he had been massaging my balls with that oh so freakishly long tongue of his, and laid down on the bed, his feet away from me and his head lolling off the edge, muzzle already open and waiting. I didn't need much encouragement this time. The lioness slurped greedily at the last few dribbles of pre as I strode forward, crouching down slightly before leaning my weight over the bed and the bear. I grasped my base, and slid my flared head into his sweet, rasping maw, refusing to stop until that bitch had my length buried down his throat. I loved this position most when getting blown, 'cause I had most control and it was pretty much just like fucking any other hole, but you get the added sensation of a live, wriggling tongue writhing against your meat. I leant down further and got a good sniff of his crotch. Oh yeah... smelt just like a girl's pussy... He was inebriating... I took him into my mouth as I began up a quick, short thrusting motion with my hips, driving in my cock into his throat. He seemed to groan happily at the abuse from both ends.

I got a shock though when the lioness knelt down between my hooves and began to lick around them. She made them glossier than before, and lapped up whatever she could around my ankles. She was working her way up, I could tell, and soon her thin, delicate tongue was tracing lines of spit along my inner thighs. I half expected her to reach between my legs and tongue at my balls like the bear had done, but instead she prised apart my cheeks...

Now, normally, I'm not really one to dabble with rimming. I mean... I've rimmed other guys, sure, but only when they're throwing a huge lot of cash at me. I've been rimmed once or twice, and whilst the feeling isn't unpleasant, it's not comfortable. However, I'd ruin the shot if I protested, and it's not like I could make a subtle hint being stuck between the two of them... I tried clenching my hole, pressing my butt cheeks together so maybe she'd get the message that I don't play with myself down there, but she was persistent - maybe she realised, maybe she didn't, I never did find out.

But a got a sharp 'hello' when her tongue probed gently at my rim, and then began to push inwards, invading my virgin hole. I slammed a little too hard into the bear and he choked a little, but I couldn't let up... She was digging in deep now, and I could feel her velvet tongue curling and flexing around down there; if I moved back any further and her face would practically be swallowed up in my crack. The film so still rolling, so what choice did I have?

I began to pull back out, and she responded, tongue-fucking my hole as I fucked and sucked the bear. We got into a sweet rhythm, and once I got over the prolonged discomfort I found myself beginning to find her tongue a welcome guest in my ass... It was easy now having her suckle and slobber between my cheeks, and I found that I was far nearer cumming down the bear's throat than I'd expected. I didn't know what Otto wanted... would he want me shooting off yet? He'd remained entirely impassive and stoic throughout the entire scene, and he still was as unmoving as a statue.

I felt the bear wiggle out of my mouth, and since he hadn't cum yet, I figured I shouldn't either. I let his head go and slid out slowly, letting the camera get a good shot of the meaty dick being removed from that tight mouth. The lioness let my ass go too, and I just let the two of them sort out what they wanted to do next.

The lioness got onto the bed next, and rolled onto the upper part of her back so that her knees were beside her head. She reached up to her buttocks and grasped each of them, pulling them apart to reveal her taint and sex. Oh that was what got me going... seeing something so slutty and filthy like that... It was like she was begging for it...

The bear invited me up onto the bed, and for a moment I figured this would be a spit-roast job, or maybe I was to fuck her and he would lick all along my dicks as he ate up her juices. But no... I was told to rim her ass whilst he got to work on tantalising her clit, rolling his tongue over that pink nub, reaching down to tweak her nipples, and his own. They were good at this, and I just gave in and went to town on her hole. It tasted of perfume, so she'd at least had the decency to clean herself properly down there. I can't tell you how many people think that they don't have to keep themselves presentable down below... Sometimes it's revolting.

She was soon a moaning mess, shivering and shaking in throes of bliss as the two of us pleasured her sensitive areas. The bear gave me to nod to get up and start fucking her ass, telling me that she could take it. I did as requested, and bore down on her with my giant flared head, popping it into her as, watching him ram his tongue deep into her cunt. I could almost feel it too, squirming against that frail wall between the gut and the pussy.

I'm working up a pace that seems to match the bear's, riding down in long, hard strokes as I feel her clench and constrict around me. It's like a warm, sucking vice, and I continue to plough her as deep as I can, her ass barely accommodating my size. I'm startled though, when the bear suddenly pulls out from her wet sex, and stands up, joining me. He's not quite my height, so I still overlook him, but on the bed with both of us crouching, near enough, then he's just about in my line of sight. What he does next though is the second major shock of the evening.

Despite me having ticked him off as irrevocably gay and camp, he takes his own commendable length and just slams it into the lioness's folds with one crushing stroke, right in to the hilt. Not only does the girl grunt in agonising pleasure, but I grunt too - half in surprise, half in arousal. I can feel him pressing against me, tighter than usual when another guy and I fuck a woman. The angles make it so that he's rigid and brushing along my length. It's... It's impossibly raw, so sexy and fucking hot I nearly cum right there. We bounce up and down on her, she being pinned beneath our weights and unable to move, our cocks glide along one another deep inside her. I lean down, on a spur of the moment thing, and kiss the guy full on, passionately claiming his mouth and swapping her slick juices between our mouths. He's groaning, and she's off mewling and panting, obviously cumming herself. She sets off the guy, who must've shot off next as I feel this searing heat radiate against my prick. That's the final brink for me, and I let loose too, creaming her ass full of horse jizz.

Whilst we wade out of our orgasmic heaven, I'm vaguely aware that I hear Otto shout 'cut'! Then that's it... the film is over, barely any length at all, but apparently all he needs. We're told we can keep the room for the rest of the night and that he'll contact us again if he needs us. I realise then that he's watched the whole scene, neither engaging nor making any changes or remarks... Just watching... And I look over at him and I see that there's a dripping wet mess where his crotch is, and he's spunked in his own pants - probably without even touching himself too. In the back of my head, as I'm panting breathlessly alongside two random furs whose names I never even knew and who could've been anybody with anything, I realise I've just given him, a pervert, a ticket to recreating his wildest fantasy from his darkest dreams... and then some for everyone else who'd later watch this.

Then I forget that thought... and I've never remembered it, until writing it down now.

I think I might try and track down that video and see if I can get a copy... After all, it may have been reckless, stupid, and freaky sex... But it was unbelievably hot...