A few weeks after the casting, I came back to the same spacious apartment. The soft light through the big windows, the plants, the comfortable couch. Everything felt familiar, but my heart was racing harder than before. I knew today I would lose my virginity on camera.
The producer greeted me quietly, then left us alone. The guy walked in and sat next to me on the couch. He was very big, tall, broad, strong, but his eyes were gentle and his voice low and calm. I barely looked at him, just nodded when he said hello. Words felt too heavy. I stayed almost silent the whole time .
He started slow, brushing my hair back, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, trying to make me relax. His lips moved everywhere, shoulders, arms, stomach, as he gently undressed me. When I was naked, he checked my hymen carefully with his fingers, confirming I was still a virgin. Then he eased me back against the cushions, parted my legs, and started licking me softly. The feeling was overwhelming. Within moments, my body tensed and I came hard, my first real orgasm with someone else. I didn’t moan loudly, just breathed faster, my face staying mostly still. He looked up and smiled, clearly happy he’d made me feel that.
He undressed and lay behind me, trying spooning first. When he started to enter, it hurt, a sharp sting, and I tensed. He stopped right away, kissed my shoulder, and whispered we could try something else. He suggested doggy, saying it might be easier. I moved onto my hands and knees without a word. He rubbed my back, told me to breathe, then said softly, “On the count of three, okay?” On three, he pushed in deep. The stretch burned, but it was done. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
We stayed in doggy for a while, moving slowly, then faster. The pain faded into something fuller, warmer. We switched between doggy and me riding him, then reverse cowgirl so the cameras could see everything. Each position brought new waves. I came three more times, loudly, body shaking, but face still calm. Four orgasms in total. It hurt at times, but the pleasure was stronger.
When he was close, he pulled out and tried to finish on my face. Most of it landed on my chest and arms instead. I looked down, confused, and whispered my only real words: “What is it?” He explained gently it was his cum. Curious, I touched a little to my tongue. It didn’t disgust me, just new.
Afterward, we both went to the shower together, washing quietly. I loved it in the end. Yes, it hurt, but those four orgasms made everything worth it. I felt free.
