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At
4pm we agree to meet downtown for dinner, we both agreed to find our own way to
the destination and thought this would be a fabulous way to start our evening
adventures. I though

The Bus Trip

I've been fortunate enough to help some amazing women from Ukraine find homes and work in England...but recently, I have found that more women are looking to stay in their country, 

Ukraine - Stay or leave?

Prior to the war and Covid, I often visited Ukraine, meeting with women I met online. Some, I brought to England and some, I just had an enjoyable break with.

Experience of Odessa

First, I want to begin by saying that most times I visited Ukraine, I had a wonderful time, with no issues...but there was always a level of trepidation from the women I was with, w

The good and the bad...

During my years, I have been fortunate to have been successful in business. However, not a day goes by when I don't remember those who gave me important lessons.

The best sales tool...an attractive woman )))

Some time ago, I met an attractive blonde on a dating site, Polina. She was intelligent, confident and passionate to leave Ukraine. She was also a victim of sexual assault on a regu

Did I judge too soon...or are these all lies?

I recently spoke with a friend of mine, who was from Russia, but is now making her life in France.

What would you do???

During my life, I have had a number of businesses. One of which that I'm involved in, although less than in the past, is personal management. Basically representing actors/actresses

Pornography...fun, or dangerous?

Let’s take a drive to to a campsite not too far.

First date fantasies

I had been away from home on a business trip for 3 days, I was due home latter in the day, but I had concluded my business earlier than I expected, had a good result, much better th

What I did was Right?

At
4pm we agree to meet downtown for dinner, we both agreed to find our own way to
the destination and thought this would be a fabulous way to start our evening
adventures. I thought instead of taking the car I would take the transit
system, unfortunately this time of day rush hour was starting and the buses
were packed full of people.

I
got on the bus and there was no room so I had to stand and hold onto the hand
strap to prevent myself from falling over. At one stop the bus hit the brakes
very quickly and I was moved into the person ahead of me, it was embarrassing
because I had a hard dick and the person in front of me was a women. I thought
to myself she must have felt my cock press against her ass from behind, I was
embarrassed. But pretended it did not happen.

A
few stops later as people were getting on and off the bus, this women reached
her hand down and without anyone looking purposefully grabbed my cock then let
it go.

This
is crazy I thought to myself, but I never acknowledged this because I know I
was meeting the love of my life Lidi for dinner downtown and i am very loyal to
her. As I got near to my stop the bus was even more packed and now and I was
almost against this women and she could now feel my big sausage and she kept
pushing herself back on purpose so her ass would touch it.

Finally
my stop approached and I got out, I turned around to see where this women was,
and she was now on the street in front of me. I shook my head and thought to
myself what a crazy bus experience, as I got close to the restaurant I called you
on the phone and you said you were already there. As I entered the restaurant I
saw you sitting inside waiting for our seat. One thing I noticed was you had
the same coat on as the lady on the bus... it turns out that was you!!! You
just looked at me and smiled and laughed. 

Just then the waitress showed us to
our seats. We sat in a private booth.

The
waitress came over and you ordered a nice wine and I had some ice water, just
after the waitress left the table I could feel your bare foot start going up my
leg towards my balls ,and I was surprised and aroused at the same time. Finally
your beautiful foot was rubbing my cock, and I was so hot that cum was dripping
out of my dick hole. You looked at me and said, David I want you to shoot your
load on my foot right now!!&nbsp; I couldn’t
believe this…….

I undid my zipper to expose my cock
under the table, we then held hands across the table and looked into each
other’s eyes, and it was magical. At the same time that you were stroking my
cock with your foot you started to sense I was so close to releasing my juice.

The waitress came back with our drinks
just as my juice started to shoot out, I made a loud noise and it scared her,
the waitress sat our drink down then smiled at you and said ‘you are a very
lucky women’.

After eating we got up and walked by
everyone and no one even noticed my juice on your foot.&nbsp; 

I've been fortunate enough to help some amazing women from Ukraine find homes and work in England...but recently, I have found that more women are looking to stay in their country, despite the risks to their safety, or the potential for opportunity in England...and I wonder why?

It appears that there are increased concerns following an abundance of stories relating to nightmare situations for women who have travelled to other countries. Even the women I currently host have terrible experiences that they have shared with me, about both leaving the country and while waiting to make way to England. Although I still assume these are a small minority.

There also appears a greater amount of women feeling that they "must" remain in Ukraine. They need to show solidarity with those who either cannot travel, or the brave men fighting to protect their country. Many have already relocated from the East to the West and just don't feel they can go further. While admirable, the risks are still real.

A view to staying with extended family, be this parents, grandparents, siblings and their children is also stated...however, these women often look to see if someone can host them with numerous other members of her family. Unfortunately, people with such space are few and far between.

So I wonder why the interest and determination to seek life away from Ukraine has changed? While all of the points above are understandable, before the conflict and before Covid, women were desperate to leave their countries for new lives abroad...has the war changed this?

Maybe I choose the wrong forum for this discussion, but I wonder if the women here feel more obligation to remain in Ukraine, or have experiences of friends reconsidering their future?

Any comments would be appreciated...and to all, remain safe and well.

I remember one occasion specifically, when I decided to visit Arcadia in Odessa. I had rented a large apartment and had been speaking with an interesting woman, an attractive blonde, in her mid-20's. Her name was Dana and she had a difficult life, with a landlord and boss, who regularly took advantage of her, so she was keen for a life in England. We spoke and got along very well and I invited her to meet with me in Odessa, so we could get to know each other better...and decide if she wanted to join me in England.

All was planned, but 5 days before I was due to leave, she called, upset. Her friend, Natalya, was with her and the pair had been attacked while in town. I won't provide further details, but both were very upset and begged if I would meet with them both in Odessa. I agreed this would be fine, knowing there was sufficient space for all of us. Also feeling concerned after their recent experiences.

I had agreed to arrive before them in Odessa and arranged a car to take me to the train station to collect them. I brought flowers, as all good men should and stood at the door, waiting for them to arrive. As I relaxed in my thoughts, I heard a shout and looked to see two gorgeous blonde women come towards me. Both in short dresses and heels, they looked like models, pulling at large cases with a mix of run and trot, as they balanced in their tall shoes.

Dana fell into my arms, a combination of laughter and tears. She kissed me with passion and explained she was so concerned that I wouldn't be there for them, she spent most of the journey crying or fixing her make up. She introduced Natalya, who kissed me also...she was quiet and I could see she felt a little uncomfortable. I gave them both flowers and we went to the car.&nbsp;

The girls climbed in before me, but quickly corrected so I had one girl on each side. As we sat in the car, they spoke with me about their troubles and leant into my shoulders. They thanked me for agreeing to meet them and getting them away from the men who were abusing them. They moved close to me, holding my hands or arms, keen to be close to me. I could feel their hearts racing, a combination of excitement, but also being able to relax...feeling safe.

At the apartment, we had the concierge bring up the bags and after he left, I helped the girls get settled. They asked if I would move their bags, which I did...and they bent forward opening both to get what they needed. With their short dresses, bending over meant nothing was hidden, with tiny thongs on both girls, pastel colours matching their dresses. It was an incredible sight with both women having incredible figures and knowing exactly how they were teasing me.

They stood up and walked towards me, with their heels off, they seemed so small and vulnerable. I opened some champagne and lifted some fresh fruits from the fridge. I told the girls to relax and catch their breath, while I got a shower and prepared for us to go out. We spoke briefly before I left, while they enjoyed their drinks and fed on the melon, strawberries and other fruits, with the juices coming against their lips and falling onto their chests.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom to prepare. I undressed and entered the shower. While I washed my hair, I heard the door open and heard feet move towards me in the shower. Thinking this was Dana, I was shocked to find Natalya come into the shower with me. Completely naked, she looked amazing, with the water from the shower spraying against her body. She stood in front of me, with a look of misplaced innocence. She leant forward, laying her hands against my chest. She spoke, "I hope you will allow me to stay, Dana wanted me to come to you first". I kissed her gently. "I didn't expect this, or invite you for this", I responded. "I know, but I wanted you from the moment Dana told me about you. I was jealous and wish I met you first", she told me with a look of determination. She kissed me again...and took my head in her hands. I stopped her, explaining "I can't do this without her" and almost immediately the door opened with Dana smiling with tears in her eyes. She had been listening at the door and walked into the room with pride that I needed her. She had tears in her eyes as she said, "I was worried you would want Natalya and not me". I stroked the tears from her eyes...and explained, "it is you I choose, but if you want Natalya to be with us, then I will accept this" She laughed and shouted "yes, this is what I really want, the three of us to be together".

I gave my hand and Dana joined us...as I kissed Dana and gently caressed her body, Natalya kissed down my body, before coming to her knees. She looked to Dana who nodded, giving her permission, before Natalya took me in her mouth. As she went deeper on me, Dana would kiss my chest and neck, before putting her hands to the back of Natalya and forcing her deeper on me. After a few minutes of this pleasure, Dana put her mouth to my ear..."I want to be the one", she said. With this she looked to Natalya, who swapped places with her. Dana went deeper than Natalya, I could hear her choke as she took me. I looked down at her, with mascara spoilt by the water from the shower and her tears. I kissed Natalya, while watching Dana...I put my hand against her face and grabbed her hair, moving her backwards and forwards. I kissed on Natalya's chest, taking her tits into my mouth as I felt myself swell. I let Natalya go and she joined Dana on her knees, knowing what I was about to do.

Dana grabbed me before I could move away and I watched her face as I exploded within her mouth...as her mouth filled, she moved away, while Natalya took over, licking and sucking on me. I laughed at the situation, causing both girls to also laugh...which meant Dana spat a large amount onto her chest. Causing more laughter. The girls looked at me, then each other...kissing and sharing what I had gave them. They stood with me and we shared the water from the shower, taking turns to clean each other...before I climbed from the shower, leaving them both to finish cleaning themselves.

As they rubbed soap across each other, I watched them while I shaved, they rarely looked away from me. I washed the remaining soap from my face...and watched them turn off the water. I grabbed two large towels and wrapped each as they emerged from the shower. We stood laughing and chatting while we finished getting ready.

As for the rest of the time we spent together, it was incredible. I was able to help both girls escape their lives in Ukraine and now, they live in Spain. I helped them find good jobs, eventually opening their own business in Spain, along with a nice place to live. We remain in touch, but no more than friends...but my 10 days with them in Odessa was an amazing time...one I will always remember fondly.

First, I want to begin by saying that most times I visited Ukraine, I had a wonderful time, with no issues...but there was always a level of trepidation from the women I was with, when police were nearby.

I didn't understand this, until one trip I made to Odessa. I had been speaking with a wonderful woman for a while and had agreed to come to Odessa for a week, combining some other travel I had planned in Prague and Budapest. The woman, Alina, was a single mother, looking for a new life in England and this was an opportunity to see how we would be together. We agree to meet at a bar near to my hotel and immediately felt comfortable with each other. She was very attractive with large breasts and incredible figure. When I first met her, she was in a summer dress, almost transparent in the sun. We had a wonderful afternoon together, walking in the sun and getting to know each other, before collecting her things at the hotel and spending the evening alone in our room.

The second evening, after another amazing day, visiting parks and shopping, we decided to go for a meal and few evening drinks...and this is when the event happened.

As we left the bar about 11.30pm, the air was still warm and quite quiet on the streets. It was a short walk to the hotel, so we walked, holding hands and chatting, with lots of laughter. As we were almost at the hotel, we noticed 2 policemen, next to a vehicle. Alina immediately looked uncomfortable, but myself, ignorant to the situation, continued our conversation. As we approached the policemen, I heard them say something and Alina responded with anger to them. I found out later, that one of the policemen had called Alina "another whore, chasing the western man for money". In anger, she told the policeman to "fuck off". He responded by approaching her and pulling open her blouse, exposing her breast, as she was without a bra. She covered her chest in embarrassment as the policeman faced his colleague laughing. I stepped forward to protect Alina and had both officers raise guns to me. In poor English, I was told "you have problem...fuck off". I stood in front of Alina, who was beyond angry and shouting at the policemen, who looked like they were keen to see more of her.&nbsp;

Alina grabbed my arm, realising we were in trouble and I looked at the policemen. Calmly, I said, "look, no trouble" and took $50 from my pocket. One officer snatched this from me...and without paying much attention, waved me away. I put Alina ahead of me and used my body to protect her. We walked quickly to the hotel, with her trying, unsuccessfully to cover her chest, with her blouse beyond repair.&nbsp;

As we arrived in the hotel, I looked to the staff, who had noticed the incident outside, but it was clear they were not willing, or able to help. We walked to the elevator and travelled to our room, with me consoling Alina.&nbsp;

In the room, she started to cry, holding me close. She said how she "fucking hated this place, hated how she was treated". She said, "I cannot have my daughter experience this life", looking into my eyes with desperation. That night, I held Alina close and we spoke about what I could do to help. We made love as the sun rose in the morning and we arranged flights for her and her daughter the following day.&nbsp;

Alina and her daughter travelled back to England with me as my guests, on a holiday visa. I was quickly able to help Alina find work and with this, she could apply for citizenship in England. Although there were a few issues, this was processed and both her and her daughter were able to start their new life.

Although for myself and Alina, our relationship only lasted another 6 months, we remain in contact. She is married now to an amazing man in London, who I had introduced her to. Her daughter is now doing her school exams and will be in college later this year.&nbsp;

We speak occasionally, her husband aware of our past and also of this incident. She remains angry about this...but more with anger that this wasn't a single incident. As I speak with women, I hear many examples of similar incidents and living in England, I can't understand how this is possible. However, as Alina says, "the past remains the past, let us worry for the future"...and hopefully, she has had a wonderful life in England and will continue to have more in the future. As for the men involved...I hope they enjoyed the $50 and that karma has returned some of the pain back to them.

Some of these lessons may have caused embarrassment, a few created a financial cost...but each was valuable...but there was one I will remember for as long as I live.

I was 27 years old, I had a number of properties and had recently bought a bar with 2 friends. On paper, I was very wealthy and I had the lifestyle you can imagine, including the women, who were attracted to this young man, with cash, with the porsche...and with the businesses. I decided it was time to step up and decided to buy a larger bar, popular in the city and obviously not cheap, this was going to be a significant risk for me.

Within my industry, more than most, business is done within a bar or club, with a bottle of champagne to celebrate, with a good vodka or whisky during the negotiation. I met with the senior owner of this bar, he was in his mid 50's, silver hair and beard, but slim and tanned. I was warned that he was a strong negotiator and that I needed to be prepared and careful...but I never expected this.

After some small talk at the bar, we collected our drinks and moved to his office in the back. As we left the bar, 2 gorgeous women, dress in short skirts and loose tops, followed us as we walked. I obviously spotted them, but there was no comment or acknowledgement from my competitor. We walked into his office and he held the door, waiting for me to take my seat. "I hope you don't mind my assistants joining us", he said, with the 2 models walking confidently into the room.

Slightly flustered, I responded, "no, of course not", hoping that I hadn't lost all professionalism.

We began to talk, with me discussing what I thought the business was worth and why my offer was not only competitive, but as good as he could get. Barely acknowledging my words, the models, sat either side of him, were focusing on him, lifting his drink to his lips for him and stroking his hair, while he caressed the long legs in front of me. On a couple of occasions, I admit, I got flustered and lost track of my pitch, but managed to pull this back again. I finished, with confidence, I looked firmly at the man and said, "so, can we do business?"

With the same relaxed attitude he had shown throughout the meeting, he sat forward...while doing so his assistants, leant back, both opening their legs, showing me everything in their short skirts. I hadn't realised they were without panties...but I did now.

Fighting to refocus, the owner looked at me, "I don't agree with your calculations". He turned to one of his assistants, who turned away, exposing her breast which fell from the side of her top, as she leant behind to lift some papers. I could feel my dick pressing uncomfortably against my pants. She was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. I saw that the man noticed me looking and gave me a small grin. I looked to the ground, embarrassed that I had been caught...but why, I was never embarrassed...I was starting to feel very uncomfortable.

The man dropped the papers on the desk, "take a look at these calculations", he said, with the second model now leaning forward, her nipple falling from her top. I looked that the papers, while still trying to focus on these women in front of me...barely recognising the numbers, let alone understanding what they meant. I tried to bluff, "ok, I can agree these, but I still feel my offer is....", my conversation was interrupted, as one of the models accidently spilt her drink onto her chest, the cool liquid making her skin glisten and her nipple more erect. The man couldn't stop himself...and I heard him laugh. I stopped myself and looked at him, part in anger, part in confusion. He clapped his hands and said, "right girls, off you go". Both girls stood up, corrected their skirts which had now raised showing me their bald pussies and amazing ass and walked from the room.&nbsp;

The man looked at me and asked me whether I still wanted to buy the club. I could barely talk and made a series of noises, with no bearing to the words I wanted to say. He laughed loudly and clapped his hands, clearly amused. He looked at me and said, "Jay, I've heard only great things about you, but I won't be selling you my place"...I understood, frustrated, I tried to stand, but still with my dick bulging. He looked at me with a smile...and said, "no, please sit. I want to speak with you". I took a drink and looked at him, glad I didn't have to try to stand...and raised my glass. He explained that he heard great things and wanted to work with me on some other projects. Today though, he wanted to see how focused I was. With this comment, I clearly thought I'd failed and visibly deflated. With this he laughed loudly and refilled my glass, slapping my back in recognition.

He looked at me and said, "actually, you did a lot better than most...and a lot better than I would, at your age". We spoke for over an hour and he explained this is how he meets all people for the first time. Wanting to know if the men he was dealing with, were listening to their head, or their dick. He explained that in our industry, there are many women, but not a lot of great deals, so he wanted to see which I was using when I met him...my brain, or my penis.

I guess I passed the test, as I worked with him for over 10 years, till he finally retired. Unfortunately, retirement didn't work for him and he died 18 months after. However, he taught me that sometimes, it's not what you know...it is how you distract others that can make you the best opportunity. I admit, occasionally, I use the same trick. Recently, I bought a club for 30% less than expected, due to the beauty of my own 2 assistants )))

So when I come to a meeting...and I'm greeted in this way. I smile and remember my lessons from the past...and remember that the deal comes first...then I cum later.

Some time ago, I met an attractive blonde on a dating site, Polina. She was intelligent, confident and passionate to leave Ukraine. She was also a victim of sexual assault on a regular basis. She told me about situations with her boss, with neighbours, with her landlord, taxi drivers and with strangers. She told me of evenings with friends, where they had strangers pay for their drinks and meals. The girls would then try to leave when the men were occupied, or left the table for a reason, often resulting in these men racing after the women and attacking them in the street. Her fear to take taxi's due to continued attacks and even avoiding the food store when possible.

As I listened to this, I questioned if this was possible, but the detail she provided and the look on her face as she explained, made me believe this was all happening.

I quickly felt that I needed to protect Polina and fortunately, having spare property, I offered to bring her to England. She seemed pleased, but quickly, I was faced with an increasing number of excuses why we were unable to meet, or she was unable to travel.

Initially, she explained that she was afraid to travel alone and asked if I could also find a place for her friend, Alla. I explained this would be fine...and even agreed to meet them in Poland first, so they could get to know me before arriving in England.&nbsp;

We then got the following series of excuses for her inability to travel:

1 - Kidnapped by her boss, a female, who used her to attract men for group sex. She was locked in a room for 8 days, having to provide sex to large numbers of men each day

2 - Kidnapped by her landlord, along with a second girl for 5 days. Both tied to the bed and assaulted regularly

3 - Money stolen by boss, so unable to pay for train to Poland

4 - At the border, she was robbed and sexually assaulted by 4 men. Her passport was stolen and the border guards refused to allow her to leave Ukraine...but not before also attacking her

5 - When attempting to get a passport, for almost 6 months, this was refused to her. She finally went to the passport office to try to get the passport in person. Although not attacked, she explained that she was told she would need to provide sex for a group of 8 men to get her passport.

With each excuse and increased attacks, I felt that Polina was a cheat and liar, although she never initially asked for money. I guess this is why I still felt that maybe she was being honest.

After a number of arguments, I decided that I couldn't trust her and despite her insistence that she was being truthful, we stopped our communication.&nbsp;

The question now is, was I unfair? Is the situation Polina experienced actually how certain women have to live in Ukraine? Or was this a fake and cheat, who was trying to get my sympathy, before pushing me for financial gain?

I would be interested to know your thoughts?

Thank you all for your comments...I really appreciate each of your thoughts.

One thing I do find very interesting is that the majority of comments are from women that don't wish to leave Ukraine. Either due to patriotism, responsibility to family, or concern about moving to be with a man they don't know. This is a little confusing knowing that this is a dating site, with women who are specifically looking for relationships with men in other countries???

Anyway, thank you all again and let us hope that this war ends soon and people can regain their lives to live safely, wherever they wish.

Thank you for your comments...and an interesting realisation

She had a very financially rewarding job in Moscow, working in real estate. However, as a very beautiful woman, tall, dark hair, slim, with large breast, she was often objectified by the men she dealt with. She accepted this and was willing to provide sexual favours to benefit from these relationships, to secure large bonuses and to retain the support of her management team.

Her intention was always to earn enough to leave for Western Europe, or USA to work there, hopefully for herself, when she wouldn't be forced to do business on her back or knees.

This changed with the war in Ukraine. She couldn't accept that her relatives and friends in Ukraine were now being considered lesser people by Putin and his allies and she became vocal in her displeasure. This resulted in immediate issues. Her boss warned her to "shut her fucking mouth" and that no matter what he felt, if she carried on, she would be fired.&nbsp;

Her landlord, a personal friend, arrived at her apartment and said he heard of her views, as did the neighbours, he struck her and warned her that she needed to shut up...or she needed to leave.

Eventually, she was arrested. After arriving at the station, she was interviewed, during this she was raped by two officers. When her lawyer arrived, she was still handcuffed to the table, with her skirt lifted and panties around her ankles. She was given permission to leave the station, but had to return the following day to the station to leave her passport. When she returned, the officers made comments and others told her they would be coming to visit her soon. True to their words, she saw police come to her apartment. She heard them beating at the door while she hid under her bed. She heard them shout through the door what they would do to her...and that they would be back.

Realising that she had no choice, she packed 2 bags and left for family in Belarus. Through friends, she was able to get a second passport and made it through the border with little problem. She kept herself covered at all times, hiding her beauty and face, for fear that she was being chased. After 3 weeks in Belarus, she escaped to Turkey, but not without having to give gratitude to the men who helped her. A distant uncle in Belarus had demanded sex regularly since she arrived and enjoyed to humiliate her. He arranged a contact to meet her in Turkey and even made her suck him on the way to the airport.

In Turkey, she was provided with a small apartment. Payment for this was to provide sex to a group of 4 men, who visited her almost daily for 2 weeks. She escaped in the early hours, leaving for another part of Turkey before travelling into Europe. She finally made it to Cannes, where a friend of mine had an apartment for her to use.

She called me when this happened and thanked me and my friend for being the first men not to demand sex...she laughed at this, I think in an attempt to hide the sorrow. My friend and his wife visited her often and she quickly began to enjoy life in France, but remained worried that she would be found.

I know the past 12 months have been hard for her. Moving to various cities and at times, she has still experienced some abuse, but she seems to finally be settled and have a good job.&nbsp;

We spoke for a while, I asked her a simple question...was it worth it? She replied simply...yes, she couldn't remain silent, knowing what the people of Ukraine were experiencing. Although she has been humiliated, abused and attacked, she realises that she is now safe. Something that still many in Ukraine cannot say. I asked how she felt about the men who abused her...and she said she felt anger, disgust and sorrow...not for her, but for them. As men treating women like this can never really be considered men.

I surprised her with a gift hamper a few days after my call...I wanted to show her how proud I am of her and also remind her of better times. She sent me a beautiful photo, with a large smile and bottle of wine from the hamper.

I share this to ask what would you do to speak out against evil? To remind us that many people in Russia do not want Putin's war...and that violence is given to them also. To question, if you knew this would be what you would need to experience, the violence, the sexual treatment...would you hide under your bed? Would you continue to shout against evil?

As for my friend...I'm proud to know her and know her life will be much better now.

During my life, I have had a number of businesses. One of which that I'm involved in, although less than in the past, is personal management. Basically representing actors/actresses, models, singers...performers.&nbsp;

About 10 years ago, 2 girls who worked for me as event models and hostesses asked me if I could help them get into pornography. I knew of some people and by chance had recently been to a party, held by a man who owned a studio. Lisa and Bailey were keen to take an opportunity to earn some significant money and were both comfortable with sex and using their bodies.

Now, at that time, I was uncomfortable with working in this area and I agreed to make introductions and help, but I didn't want this to be a business arrangement and instead, I helped them for no fee. Anyway, introductions were made and within a short time, both girls had done various work within England and were booked to travel to USA for a 2 week test period.&nbsp;

At the end of 2 weeks, I received a call from both girls, Bailey was back in the UK, having realised that this wasn't a career she could manage. While Lisa was planning to stay for a further 6 weeks (in fact it was over 5 years before she returned to England), Bailey realised that performing on camera was a chore that affected her interest in sex and she felt uncomfortable being scheduled to have various sex acts during a day, with little interest from the production team on how she was feeling emotionally.&nbsp;

Fortunately, Bailey was with a respectable company (or at least as respectable as you can get within this industry). So she never felt that she couldn't refuse, or was trapped...but as we know, this isn't always the case for women. As for Lisa, she now lives full time in USA and is married to a producer of adult films. She is retired, but occasionally goes back on camera if she wishes.&nbsp;

Since that time, I have occasionally provided models or performers for adult shoots, or films. Recently, I was approached by a large adult film production company in Europe, who have asked if I can help them find performers, with the increase in women in England from Eastern Europe. For the first time in a while, I feel a little uncomfortable, but remind myself that for these women, often this is a dream or ambition...not something they are forced to do.

Now, my question is...should I remain concerned about working with companies within the adult industry? Or alternatively, should I be pleased to help women achieve their ambitions and on some occasions, significant wealth?

Pornography...is this just fun, or am I putting woman at risk?&nbsp;

Quick note, in the 10 years I have worked in this area, no woman has ever told me they felt in danger or forced to do anything they didn't want. They have told me stories of other occasions with other companies, but my personal experiences have always been safe.

Let’s take a drive to to a campsite not too far.&nbsp;

Here’s how it played out in my head.&nbsp;

You wear a cute short black skirt, with soft red panties, and a cute t-shirt. We pull up to a secluded site that stays pretty private. I park the car. When we get out we kiss for a second. I pick you up and put you up on the hood of the car. As we kiss I slide my hand between your legs and pull your panties to the side. Your back started to arch and your breathing starts getting deeper, and starts to quicken, I reach up to feel your pussy and find it’s already soaking wet. You sit back and relax. I lower my head and start to lick the inside of your thighs. My fingers start going in deeper and faster. I love when you moan. My mouth reaches your pussy, and it’s aroma is absolutely perfect. I start by licking the very edges of your clit. It tastes so incredible. I try to slow down, but my tongue just keeps pushing in deeper. By now you’re pushing your hips back and forth and you have beads of sweat gathering on your forehead. Your body starts to tense up, and legs start closing tightly because you just can’t take it any more. You pull me up and passionately kiss me. Then you playfully jump off the car. I tell you to undo my pants, and drop to your knees. Not willing to fight anymore you instantly do as your told. You press your hands against my obvious hard dick. Slowly rubbing up and down my shaft through my jeans. You push my shirt slightly up so you can easily find my button which pulls open at your slightest touch as if it’s begging you to release him. You pull my boxers down to expose the head&nbsp;&nbsp;already glistening of precum which you eagerly lick off with your tongue. You forgot how much you love that taste and realize this is the most excitement you have had in a while. You push the head in you mouth and slide your tongue around as it’s going in a little more at a time. Now I’m moaning and getting hotter by the second. It feels so amazing.

After you soak my cock from your mouth and tongue, you stand up an pull your panties off kicking them to the side. I force you to turn around and bend you over the hood of the car. You have the biggest smile from the anticipation and you’ve wanted this for so long. I rub the head up against your swollen pussy pushing into you ever so slowly. I reach my hand and grab your throat with just enough force to make you understand I’m in control, but not hard enough to restrict your heavy breathing. I push in deeper at every thrust. At this point your moaning gets louder and I move my hand from your neck to the side of your face and slide my middle finger in your mouth, and use it as a muzzle to keep you from getting too loud. You fixate on it and worship it with the same intensity and attention you gave my throbbing dick earlier. I feel the tension running through your whole body. Faster and faster I fuck you. You can’t take it anymore.&nbsp;<br>

I had been away from home on a business trip for 3 days, I was due home latter in the day, but I had concluded my business earlier than I expected, had a good result, much better than I expected, even better than I could have hoped for.&nbsp; I had bought some repossessed machinery at auction, ended up paying more than I wanted to. I had people in mind when I purchased it, and had just sold it making a profit of more than $10,000, not bad for 3 days work.

when I arrived home I saw my friends car parked there, not an unusual thing for him to call in, we had done many business deals over the years and he knew about the deal I was trying to do, just done. Maybe he was here to see how I went, did I do well.

I entered our kitchen, expecting my wife to be there with him, having a coffee and talking, but no one there, then I heard noises from down the hallway, I walked down the hallway towards the noises, yes from my bedroom, the door was still open and when I looked in, I could scarcely believe my eyes, my friend and my wife were on the bed fucking.&nbsp;

I then said, to my surprise, in a very calm voice "what the fuck are you doing" the looks on their faces when they saw me was of disbelief, guilt, and Ohhh Fuck. Then I yelled at my wife, you've got 15 minutes to pack your things and leave, and never come back, and Steve, get out before I really loose my temper and do something we'll both regret, and I never want to see or hear from you again.

My wife is standing there, naked, with a dumbfounded look on her face, and I say, you now have 14 minutes to get your things and leave. As I leave the bedroom, I hear Steve sat something, I stop and say, I told you not to ever talk to me again.

My gut is in a knot, it has been hard to believe what just happened. My wife arrives in the kitchen and through her sobbing asks, where do I go, what am I going to do now. I state, you should have thought about that before you fucked Steve, you have your car, pack your shit, I never want to see you again.

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