So there I was, tied to the bed, when Veronica finished rummaging around in her closet... She came out wearing a strap-on dildo, her "smallest", she said, but it sure looked like a replica of Peter North to me.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Hello, I'm Chili Palmer, and I like to fuck porn stars. I've done dozens of them, and from time to time I'll relate my experiences with them to you. Most actresses and dancers are available, if the price and the timing are right. Some names are readily available on the dozens of adult malls scattered across the internet, others advertise in local alternative papers (like the LA X-Press) and others are by referral only and will remain a secret. Some are still around; others, like Veronica Brazil in my first story, are now retired.

Veronica wasn't the first porn star I fucked, but she definitely was one of the most fun. I saw her a number of times over a three year period, and never left unsatisfied. Some gals seem really hot onscreen and in person they are duds. Not Veronica. In real life, she was exactly the way she portrayed herself on camera: a dirty-talking, nasty, take-no-prisoners slut willing to do anything once (maybe twice).

Just calling her apartment in Hollywood was a trip. She'd have these stream-of-consciousness messages she'd leave on her machine like, "Ooh baby, I just woke up and the sun feels great on my big tits...Mmmm, I just feel like fingering myself until I come...Please leave me a message, baby, Veronica really needs to see you..." Well, you get the idea. On and on until the tape ran out of message room. If you didn't jack off to the phone message, you were in for a real good time.

Like many providers, Veronica was horrible with time. A 12:00 appointment as often as not started at 1:30. "Don't be angry with me, baby, I wanted to shave my pussy and get him nice and clean for you, okay?," she'd say, and of course I'd just melt like a pat of butter on a frying pan.

Waiting in her apartment was a trip. I'd grab a Coke from the refrigerator, and look at all the pictures of Veronica covering the walls. Hundreds of pix, some published, many not, but all with one thing in common: Veronica. Finally, she'd walk out of the bedroom, wearing a skintight nothing, and I'd instantly get hard. Veronica has a sexual charisma that is difficult to quantify, but whatever "it" is, she has it in spades. If you are in the same room as her, you have to fuck her. It's that simple.

We'd kiss, and I'd suck on those big, fat ruby-red lips of hers. My hands would roam all over her body, cupping her ass, playing with her hair, and, of course, fondling those breasts. As you can tell from her videos, Veronica's implants were of the firm variety, but still very suckable. Her nipples were very responsive to breastplay, and she enjoyed using them to tease me.

All of this would usually take place in her kitchen. We'd finally head into the bedroom for the real action. She'd always try to get me drunk with vodka, but I'd politely refuse. I think she liked the idea of corrupting a clean-cut guy like me. Regardless, the only foreign substance I was interested in putting in my body was her juice. Stripping my clothes off, she'd always ooh and ahh over my cock. "I just love how hard he gets for me, baby...Would you like me to suck him? Please baby?" Pushing me down on the bed, she'd then attack my cock, swallowing it whole time after time. This is why I like porn stars--when you combine enthusiasm with topnotch skills, you have an unbeatable combination. Veronica could throat me, and lick my balls at the same time. Few others, even in the industry, have ever been able to match that.

After about 10 minutes of her slurping and moaning on my dick, I asked her to shift positons so we could 69. Now, Veronica is very passionate about what she likes. "Lick me there, baby...Faster, faster, okay, now slooow, baby, that's it, you're gonna make me come, oh baby, yeah, do it, do it, do it!" After her initial orgasms, I always enjoyed a little more foreplay, sucking on her breasts, rubbing all over, kissing, whatever came to mind until she'd finally reach over and slip on a raincoat.

Veronica could handle any position. We'd start off missionary, do a little cowgirl or reverse cowgirl (that's her straddling me, either facing me or facing away, for the uninitiated), a little side action, then I liked to finish by really pounding it home doggy style. All this time, Veronica is screaming at me, directing me, and sending me over the top until I'd finally shoot my load, dizzy from the paroxysms of joy.

Once, Veronica asked me if I minded being tied up. The honest answer is yes, I do, but when I was under her spell, there was little I could refuse. So, with my hands attached to the bedposts, she got off the bed and started talking about how, in another life, she always wanted to be a man so she could fuck like one. That's when she pulled out the strap-on and I started getting nervous. To that point (and to this day, for that matter), I've had a one-way sign on my ass, and it wasn't pointing inwards. Veronica did her best to penetrate, but between my natural disinclination to be penetrated and my sphincter clenching -- which could have bent a piece of rebar -- she finally gave up and we just fucked again. Whew!

Not every actress is as much fun as Veronica. In a future installment of this periodic series, I'll relate some of the perils and pratfalls, as well as the disappointments (are you listening, Letha?) when it comes to banging the rich and infamous. Till then, play safe everyone, and if you have any experiences you'd like to share with me, feel free to pass them along.

Chili