I Won a Contest to Get into the Most Forbidden Film Set

I screamed it at the top of my lungs in the middle of the living room, my phone trembling in my hand. After spending half a year entering a contest to attend the filming of one of those movies that are never advertised anywhere, my name had finally been drawn. My name is Marcos. I’m an ordinary guy, the kind who goes unnoticed in the supermarket checkout line, except for one detail: I have a taste for the filthiest, most extreme sex, which luckily I share without reservations with my wife.

Carmen is just like me. Neither very tall nor very short, neither skinny nor plump, a woman no one would look at twice in the street. But behind closed doors she becomes something else. She has a vice that knows no brakes, and that’s what brought us together from the very first day.

Our sessions are hard to explain to an outsider. While I fuck her from behind, my cock plunging all the way to the balls into that wide-open ass, she, having evidently gone days without washing herself out inside, lets out everything she’s been holding in. Every thrust of mine pumps thick shit out in spurts around my cock, splashing against my groin, spattering my thighs and balls. It smears everything with a dense brown mess and gives off a heavy smell that gets me off in a way I couldn’t describe in decent words. I grab her hips with both hands, sink my fingers into her flesh and nail her to me again and again, the sticky noise of churned shit between our bodies filling the whole room.

“Shit on my cock, you filthy bitch, shit to your heart’s content,” I growl while I drive it deep inside her. “Let it all out, don’t hold anything back.”

And she pushes her ass backward to take me even deeper, moaning like a bitch in heat, her back arched and a thread of drool running from her mouth onto the sheets.

When I finish pounding her, I pull out slowly, my cock blackened and dripping, and she spins around like a spring to start sucking me just as I am. She takes the whole thing into her mouth, down to her throat, without gagging, without scruples, sucking me with her eyes half closed as if I were a piece of candy. Shit runs down her chin and gets between her tits, and she licks it off my cock very slowly with the tip of her tongue, savoring every inch. It’s a pleasure I haven’t found anywhere else. She likes me to talk dirty to her while she does it.

“Eat your shit, you filthy bitch,” I whisper in her ear. “Suck that cock properly, clean it with your tongue. You’ve got a hole big enough for a lamppost, and a mouth that’s a fucking toilet.”

She pulls my cock from her mouth only to kiss me fiercely, thrusting her dirty tongue deep between my teeth. She passes me the taste of her own ass across my palate, smearing it over my teeth, and I give it back by biting her lips, swallowing her saliva mixed with everything else. Then we get into a sixty-nine, with her on top, her soaked pussy over my face and her mouth once again wrapped around my cock. I pull her cheeks apart with both hands, opening her still-dilated, dripping asshole wide, and that’s when the best part begins.

First I piss all over her face and open mouth, a long, hot stream hitting her forehead, running down her nose and finally filling her tongue. She swallows without losing a drop, drinks it all as if it were holy water, then sticks out her tongue asking for more. After that I raise myself a little, aim, and shit onto her tongue, a thick, hot turd dropping straight into her mouth. I watch her chew slowly, without disgust, her eyes closed in pure pleasure, while she pisses into my mouth at the same time, a thick yellow stream filling my palate, which I swallow in long gulps without spitting out a drop. With her other hand she slips two fingers into my ass, plunges them in to the knuckles and works my prostate while she keeps sucking my cock, covered in shit.

I turn over, she kisses me again, and by then I’m so out of it I can barely think. Carmen’s tongue sweeps my gums with remnants of everything—my shit, her piss, her saliva—and I swallow it without thinking. This is too much already, fuck, this is heaven. We jerk each other off, beating it fast and dirty, our smeared hands sliding over hot flesh, and we come at the same time amid filthy cries and spasms. I shoot a thick load of cum onto her tits, where it mixes with all the filth already covering her, and she comes over my hand, releasing another stream of piss that soaks my arm to the elbow. Dirty from head to toe and panting, we lie embraced on the ruined sheets. That’s an ordinary Sunday afternoon in our house.

***

The problem came with the fine print of the prize. I hung up and went to find Carmen, who was peeling potatoes in the kitchen.

“Honey, we won the contest,” I told her. “But there’s a catch. They only let one person in. Either you or me.”

She set the knife on the counter and slowly dried her hands on her apron. She looked at me with the half smile she gets when she’s already made up her mind.

“Marcos, I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this from the very beginning. You go.” She came closer and rested one finger against my chest. “But you’re going to make it up to me when you get back, and you know perfectly well what I mean.”

And to underline it, she let out a long, loaded fart, looking me straight in the eyes without blinking, knowing exactly what effect it had on me. The smell hit me full on, dense and heavy, and I felt my cock harden on its own inside my pants.

“Of course I’ll make it up to you,” I answered in a hoarse voice. “When I get back, I’ll fuck your ass until there’s nothing left inside you, pound your guts empty and eat everything you let out. Whatever you want.”

“I should hope so,” she said, and went back to her potatoes as if nothing had happened.

***

I packed my suitcase that very night. The next morning I kissed Carmen at the door, promised to call her every day and left for the airport, bound for Holland. The flight seemed endless. I couldn’t stop imagining what awaited me, and more than once I had to cross my legs so the flight attendant wouldn’t catch me with a bulge that would be hard to explain. In the airplane bathroom I jerked off brutally, coming against the toilet lid while thinking about everything that was still to come.

When I landed, a car was waiting for me with my surname written on a sign. The driver didn’t say a word during the entire journey. We left the city, passed the canals and took a back road to a large, discreet warehouse with no sign on it, in the middle of nowhere. That was the studio.

Inside, everything was much more carefully arranged than I’d expected. There were several rooms with their own beds and showers for the guests and actors. I was assigned one, left my suitcase there, and a production assistant explained in accented Spanish that I had an hour to settle in, shower if I wished, and then go out to the set.

I sat on the bed, staring at the wall. One hour. Just one hour and I’m going to see something I’ve been imagining for half a year. I didn’t shower. I didn’t want to arrive clean. Quite the opposite: I lowered my pants, tightened my belly and let out a good, loaded fart, letting the smell accompany me for the next few minutes like a promise.

***

When they finally called me and I crossed the studio door, the first thing I saw were two seats in the center, facing the filming area. They weren’t ordinary chairs. They had an incredibly strange design, like gynecological examination tables but much more padded and comfortable. You could sit in them, lie completely back or remain with your ass sticking up, whatever took your fancy at any given moment.

Under the seats and all over the surrounding floor they had spread thick, translucent plastic, the kind used at construction sites, to protect the concrete from anything that might, let’s say, “fall” during the session. Just seeing that setup dried out my mouth, and my cock tugged against my zipper.

Someone was already sitting in one of the two seats. A middle-aged woman, attractive, with her hair tied back and a short robe that left little to the imagination. She had a generous cleavage, with two heavy tits spilling over the neckline of the robe, and thick thighs spread shamelessly apart. But what really struck me was her expression: a mixture of vice and restrained excitement that, I’m sure, was identical to the look I was wearing at that moment.

An assistant introduced us. We were the two winners of the contest, her from her country and me from mine. While talking, we discovered that her family came from a village barely thirty kilometers from mine, an absurd coincidence that made us smile conspiratorially, like two accomplices sharing a dirty secret in the middle of someone else’s wedding.

“Hi, I’m Marcos,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Rebecca, nice to meet you,” she replied, and instead of taking my hand she kissed me directly on the mouth, without warning, slipping her tongue between my teeth with such brazenness that I was hard in an instant. “I imagine we can get comfortable in these marvelous seats now.”

“I think so,” I replied, returning the kiss with the same natural ease and sucking her lower lip. “Although I’m afraid the hardest part comes now: waiting. Something tells me you and I are going to have a very good time.”

“Don’t doubt it for a second,” she said, licking her lips as she stared undisguisedly at the bulge in my pants. “My pussy’s been wet since the airport, and my guts are nicely loaded. I’m ready for anything.”

“What a filthy pig you are,” I told her softly. “We’re going to get along fucking beautifully.”

***

The same assistant interrupted us to explain the rules before we began. As he spoke, two women approached from the back of the set.

“These are Diana and Vera,” he said, pointing to them. “They’re the actresses in today’s scenes. They wanted to meet you in person before we started, to see whether you’re as wild as they are.”

They were two spectacular mature women, the kind whom time had polished instead of wearing down. Diana had the body of someone who takes care of every muscle, a high, pert ass outlined beneath her short robe, firm tits with nipples already erect and pointing against the fabric, and a crooked smile that promised war. Vera was more serene, with a deep gaze, wide hips and thick lips made for sucking cock, but with a gleam in her eyes that made it clear she burned just as fiercely, or more. It was obvious at a glance that they had no limits, exactly like me.

“As far as I’m concerned,” I said, crossing my arms to hide my trembling, “anything these two wonderful women want to do over there will seem marvelous and enormously exciting to me. I have not a single objection.”

And it was the truth. There was only one rule, just one, that I agreed with from beginning to end: no physical violence. Not a single blow, not a mark that hadn’t been requested. Other than that, the field was wide open.

The assistant confirmed the rules while looking at Rebecca and me. During filming we could undress, masturbate, fuck each other if we felt like it, piss and shit onto the plastic as much as we wanted. And there was something else, the thing that made my pulse race most: if at any point the actresses signaled for us to come closer, it would mean they were having such a good time that they wanted us to join the party. Sorry—the filming.

“Do you understand?” he asked. “They give the signal, never the other way around. You wait.”

“Understood,” Rebecca and I said almost at the same time, then laughed at how nervous we both sounded.

***

Diana came over to my seat before going back to her place. She smelled like a strange mixture of expensive perfume and something else, something raw—a whiff of unwashed pussy and hot ass that I couldn’t quite identify and that churned me up inside. She looked me up and down slowly, like someone appraising an object, and without warning she put her hand over the bulge in my pants, squeezing my cock through the fabric with her palm.

“So you’re the Spaniard,” she said in lilting Spanish, never stopping her kneading of my cock through the cloth. “I’ve been told you don’t turn your noses up at anything in your house. And judging by what’s down here, you’re not lying.”

“Nothing,” I confirmed without blinking, holding her gaze while she continued squeezing me. “My wife and I have been into this for years. I came alone today, but I came for both of us.”

Vera let out a low laugh from her corner. She had yanked open her robe and was pinching one nipple between two fingers, pulling it outward until it was long and hard.

“I like this one,” she told Diana without taking her eyes off me, her eyelids lowered. “He gets hard right away. He’ll last well, and we’re going to fill his mouth with everything.”

Diana released my cock with a crooked smile, brought her fingers to her nose and smelled them, as if she had already kept my warmth in her hand.

Rebecca, beside me, had already opened her robe completely and had one hand between her legs, two fingers buried to the knuckles in her own pussy, moving them with a wet sound that could be heard throughout the warehouse. With her other hand she pinched a huge nipple, pulling it upward without hurrying, warming up while she listened. When our eyes met, she winked, pulled her dripping fingers from her pussy and ran them across my lips. I sucked them without thinking, tasting that sour, hot juice, and understood that by the end of the afternoon the two of us would be very close indeed, both of us covered in everything they threw over us.

“I’m absolutely convinced,” Rebecca said, speaking to the ceiling, her voice already broken and her fingers once again buried deep inside her, “that this is going to be an unforgettable afternoon. I’m going to end up with my pussy blown open and my guts empty, I swear.”

***

I sat in my seat and adjusted it until it was almost fully reclined. The plastic crackled beneath my weight. I opened my pants and pulled out my cock, already rock hard and throbbing against my navel, and began stroking it slowly from top to bottom, my eyes fixed on the center of the set. Diana and Vera took their positions beneath the lights, now without their robes and completely naked, looking at each other with an intention sharp enough to cut with a knife. Behind the cameras, a technician raised his hand.

The director, an older man with a smoker’s voice, cleared his throat from the shadows.

“All right,” he said. “Let’s begin.”

I felt all the air in the warehouse grow dense. Rebecca reached for my free hand on the armrest and squeezed it, breathing hard without stopping her own touching. Diana knelt in front of Vera, parted her thighs and pressed her mouth to Vera’s pussy in a long lick, sucking from her asshole to her clitoris with a wet noise that filled the entire studio. Vera threw her head back and spread her legs, grabbing Diana by the hair to rub her face against her cunt. And I, my heart racing, my cock dripping in my hand and half a year of waiting behind me, knew I was about to see up close what I had imagined so many nights.

What happened from there, and the signal that changed my afternoon forever, I’ll tell you in the next chapter.