I am an actress in the adult industry, which means I have sex for a living. Best job in the world!

Sexually, I’ve tried it all — threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, cream pies, interracial, anal — and nothing fazes me. It’s all in a day’s work. But I was so blown away by what happened the other night that I had to share my story with Penthouse.

I’d just arrived in Los Angeles for work and was staying with a girlfriend. She’s also an adult actress, and she told me about an exclusive sex party she was invited to later that night at a private club. She had performed there in the past but was attending as a guest this time.

I’d heard stories about these black-tie masquerade events and pool parties before; they are world-renowned in wealthy and porn circles, and are thrown in different cities and countries, in rented private mansions, and on entire floors in high-end hotels.

The clientele at these soirees are very elite, and membership can cost up to a million dollars. The way it works is, if you’re a female, either you have to be referred by a member, or you have to submit an extensive application with photos to be approved to attend. If you’re a male nonmember, you have to pay thousands of dollars for a single entry. Normally I’d be prescreened for admission, but since I’m a known porn star I have a good résumé and was permitted to accompany my friend that night.

All the men are required to wear a tuxedo and bow tie, and all the women are expected to wear evening gowns or lingerie. There’s a coat (and dress) check at the door, and masks are mandatory upon entry, but are optional once inside. Remember Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut? This party was just like that movie, but on Viagra.

We arrived at the hotel where the event was happening and went to the bar for a pre-game drink. I was wearing a black silk dress with matching bra and panties, and patent leather fuck-me pumps. I’m tall with shoulder-length blonde hair, 34C breasts, and I work out several times a week with a trainer so I have a firm ass, a flat stomach, and long shapely legs. My girlfriend is a popular Latina porn actress with huge natural tits, cocoa brown skin, and curves in all the right places. She wore an elegant black sequin gown with a slit all the way up the side, and stiletto heels.

We ordered champagne from the bartender since we were told that was all they were serving at the party. Then at 11 o’clock, my friend and I headed up to the penthouse floor.

When the elevator doors opened, we were greeted by a

security guard who immediately took our phones. Photography of any kind is strictly prohibited at these events, and grounds for immediate ejection if you’re caught filming anything.

These parties are billed as a safe environment for sexual exploration, and the elaborate masks the guests wear guarantee their anonymity. Though I took mine off the minute we cleared the guards, because, quite honestly, I wanted everyone to see me.

And despite the disguises, I was still able to recognize some of the famous people who were there. People who, for obvious reasons, I will not name here.

After checking our outer attire, my friend and I walked down the long hall into a wide-open suite with a skyline view of the city and a massive sunken living room filled with people. This was where the party was just getting started.

We grabbed two flutes of champagne from the bar and

wandered around the room, talking to some of the people

standing off to the side, watching the various erotic pairings in action. There were 20 or so couples in varying states of undress standing and sitting around the room.

My girlfriend and I settled down next to a couple who, like us, were intently watching the main attraction: In the middle of the room stood a muscular man of medium height who was leaning against a large wooden table, wearing nothing but a bull’s head mask with horns. He was getting sucked off by three statuesque women in white lace masks.

While this scenario was unfolding, the man in a tux next to us began to slowly massage his partner’s pussy through her red satin panties, wedging his knee between her legs to widen her stance. She gasped, and started audibly moaning as he began rubbing her crotch more quickly.

Wrapping his other hand around her neck, the man drew his partner’s head gently back onto his shoulder and whispered something in her ear. She parted her legs even wider, and let her body weight collapse against his chest as he started thrusting his fingers deep inside her wetness.

I heard the crack of a whip and I returned my attention to the foursome at the center of the room. The man in the bull’s head mask was now fucking one of the girls from behind while the other two were making out on the rug next to them. The man had a small whip in his hand, which he was wielding on the ass bent underneath him.

In a thick accent he asked, “You like that, beautiful?” I didn’t realize he was staring at me when he said that; then I looked up and caught his gaze. That’s when I recognized the man behind the horns. His name was Jacques, and he and I had had sex before, on camera.

You see, all the performers involved in these erotic theater displays are cast from the adult industry and are paid to play privately for the members’ pleasure. The men are considered party studs and are available beyond the staged sex shows to fulfill the guests’ erotic requests; the women who attend are for both viewing and physical pleasure. Consent is the golden rule, however, so you must always ask for permission before you touch someone.

While he was in the middle of fucking his female partner from behind, the man in the bull’s head mask extended his hand toward me and said to the room, “Why don’t you join us, Charlotte?” I forgot, I wasn’t wearing a mask and I’m recognizable.

My pussy was so wet by this point I decided to let Jacques take me right there in front of everyone. I was even more turned on by the fact that it was completely impromptu. The three girls fell off into a pile of pussy-eating while I walked over to him and got down on all fours.

Jacques pulled my panties down over my ass, then my knees, and left them around my feet. Kneeling behind me, he gripped my hips, sliding his hands up the sides of my body, and then down my spine, which arched my back and pushed my ass higher in the air for him.

Parting my cheeks, he reached down between my legs and cupped my swollen and slick pussy lips. He tapped them a few times and then gave my ass cheek a wet slap. I turned my head and quietly implored Jacques to stick his thick, uncut dick in my throbbing cunt.

Jacques grabbed his shaft by the base and squeezed. Rolling back the foreskin with his other hand, he pushed the head of his cock past my labia, pulled it out, and then pushed it back in again, giving an extra thrust as he fully entered my tight pussy.

He started fucking me with long, slow strokes while my cunt clenched tightly around his cock. Jacques picked up the pace, thrusting his full weight into me. My breasts swayed with every plunge. You could hear the slapping of his balls against my taint as he fucked me hard and fast.

Jacques held my ass cheeks apart, exposing my asshole, and then slipped his thumb into the gape. Fuck man, that felt good. I could feel his cock hitting my G spot, so I started wildly bucking against him as his thumb slid deeper into my ass.

He was tag-teaming both my holes when my slit started

quivering and a warm liquid sensation trickled down my leg. I realized I was starting to squirt on his cock and couldn’t stop. He fucked my pussy harder as my juices sprayed out from the sides. When he pulled out to come on my asshole, I erupted like a hose, and one long stream gushed out of me, accidently drenching the girls next to us. We all laughed — shit happens!

Flipping onto my back, I lay on the floor for a minute, completely spent. After I caught my breath, Jacques helped me to my feet. As I gathered my undergarments, I looked around the suite and could see that all eyes were on me. Some people even started clapping. What a rush, knowing that I came so hard and turned on all those people at the same time.

Just then a man in a tuxedo approached me and whispered a password in my ear. Apparently, there was a whole other VIP floor downstairs, with three bedrooms filled with people fucking. The secret password gained me entry into this inner sanctum.

Once I cleaned up, my friend and I grabbed another glass of champagne and headed downstairs for more hot, illicit action.