Pumpin' Iron: My First Job in Porn
About three years ago, I moved to a new state, joined Adult FriendFinder,
and one of the first profiles I responded to was for a married
couple that claimed to be looking for hot guys and girls
for a startup internet porn site. Now I wouldn't necessarily
consider myself a "hot" guy, but I'm handsome,
in pretty good shape, and have received a fair number of
compliments from girls over the years who tell me I have
a nice cock. What the hell, I thought, I don't know anyone
here, and I've often fantasized about meeting hot
little sluts and getting nasty on film. Why not?
So I sent a query and they replied. We got together at a local
sports pub, talked about expectations, filled out model
releases, and set up a time and place to meet and shoot.
The shoot was a few days later at their house. I was a few minutes
early, and the husband/cameraman answered the door. "Hey
T! You made it! Marcy's already here getting made up.
Wanna beer and then head over, check 'er out?"
Marcy was apparently my partner in the scene.
I said sure. A beer sounded good. I was pretty nervous and
some cool suds sounded like a good idea. We walked into the
kitchen just off the entry area, and he pulled a nice pale
ale out of the fridge, popped the top, and handed it to me.
I took a nice pull to moisten my mouth.
"So what's the setup?, " I asked.
"We're gonna shoot in the sun room. We keep our
weight set in there so it acts as our weight room actually.
It's gonna be a nice little workout scene. Marcy's
in there now with makeup. You're gonna dig her. She's
pretty damn cute. Let's go!"
From the kitchen, we headed across the living area towards
the back of the house and a large, airy, mostly naturally-lit
room. Half the room was taken up with various weight machines.
The other half was mostly open with a few pieces of comfortable
furniture. On a kitchen chair in the center of the assembled
furniture was Marcy having her hair and face messed with
by the wife/makeup artist.
"Hi, " I said, walking over to Marcy with my
hand outstretched.
"You wanna shake hands?, " she asked, incredulously.
"That's not gonna work it! Who the hell shakes
hands when they're about to grunt, get sweaty, and
fuck?!?" She jumped out of the chair. "Gimme
a hug!" I liked her immediately.
It was hard to tell exactly what she looked like as she was
wearing sweats, but despite that she appeared to be nicely
petite. She was short, about 5'1" compared to
my 6'3", with a beautifully rounded face and
large almond eyes.
We hugged, and I planted a light kiss by her ear. As we separated
she patted me on my chest and said, "Oh, I'm excited!
I'll be ready in a few more minutes."
"Here. Put these on while you wait." The cameraman
tossed me some workout shorts and a cutoff wifebeater T-shirt.
I looked around for a place to change before I caught myself
and realized, hey, it's a porn set. They're gonna
see me naked eventually, so might as well change here.
I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt, and dropped trou.
Marcy whistled. "Whew! Nice package!, " eyeballing
my shaved unit.
"Thanks, " I blushed. "I was rather hoping
you'd like it, " I followed lamely. She gave
a wry smile.
I pulled on the shorts and shirt, sat back in a fluffy couch,
and finished my beer making small talk with Marcy and the
would-be porn mavens.
After ten minutes or so, the mrs. finished with the makeup
and handed Marcy her workout costume. Marcy stood up, and
pulled off her sweats, letting them drop to the floor.
Holy God!! She was gorgeous! She had a slender, lithe body,
luscious 32D breasts that defied gravity, and a hot little
patch of fur about the size of a quarter perched above her
clit. I'd bet she weighed a buck and a nickel soaking
wet.
She pulled a tight fitting sports bra over her ripe melons,
then slowly pulled some very skimpy lycra workout shorts
up her legs before inching them over her luxurious ass.
She caught me staring and gave me a devilish wink. I bit my
lip and returned a desiring stare.
The cameraman called us over to the weight room side of the
space, so I took Marcys hand and she and I walked over.
We all took a couple minutes and went over basic blocking
for the scene, talking about what happens when in the course
of the shoot. While going over it, Marcy would often lean
against me and rub a hand against my cock and I would occasionally
draw a finger up the crack of her ass. She seemed to like that
as she would lightly bite her bottom lip.
After going over the blocking the cameraman said, Alright,
lets go!
I laid back at the bench press machine while the cameraman
began shooting. Marcy sidled up beside me and asked Hey,
can I try that?
I brought the press back down. Sure. You dont look familiar.
You new here?
Yeah. Never lifted weights before
Glad you decided to try it out. Here. Lie down. Ill help
you out.
Thanks.
She lay down on the bench. I adjusted the weight then straddled
over her and placed her hands on the grips.
Try that out, I said as I helped her with the weight.
After a few reps she lowered the weight and I asked Howd
that feel?
Good. She looked from side to side pretending to survey
the room. But this is the kind of iron I like to pump, as
she reached both hands up and began to massage my cock through
my shorts.
I pulled my shorts aside and my cock sprang out. As long
as you dont overdo it. I dont want you to hurt yourself.
She smiled without answering and sat up, wrapped both hands
around my cock and started sucking the protruding three
inches.
I moaned deeply as she unclenched her hands and placed one
hand on my right thigh and stroked my shaved nutsack with
the other.
I grabbed her by the hair, stepped back, and brought her
up to kneel on the bench like a dog. Still grabbing the top
of her hair I brought the tip of my cock to her waiting mouth
and asked, can you take it all, bitch?
She nodded and I stuffed my cock down her throat until she
began to gag with a couple of inches to go. I pulled my cock
out and slapped her cheek with it, hard, leaving a wet, red
mark on her face.
I want you to lick my balls while you deepthroat my cock.
I dont want any inches to go bullshit. You a slut or not?,
and I slid my cock down her throat, and to my amazement she
was able to take it all in and lightly lick my beanbag.
I pulled back out and told her to turn around and keep her
ass in the air. She 180d and knelt over and I pulled her lycra
shorts off revealing that sparkling ass and her glistening
pussy. I ran my hands up the back of her thighs to the crack
of her ass, then grasping firmly spread it wide. I knelt
down and circled my tongue around her slit. She started
to moan deeply as I explored the folds of her cunt with my
lips and tongue, sucking, kissing, nibbling. Taking two
fingers I spread her pussy wide and lightly flicked the
sensitive meat usually hidden in the dark recesses of her
cunt, and then while working those same two fingers into
her, flicked my tongue higher and swirled around her puckered
sphincter. She reached behind her and grabbing my head
began to grind her glorious asshole into my eager face.
Ooooohhh! Youre a filthy fucker, arent you?!? Tongue
my dank shithole you nasty fuck!!
I worked my tongue into her pungent meat and squirmed the
tip of my tongue into her greedy rectum.
Then, standing up, I pulled off my shorts while she popped
her tits out of her sports bra, and stepping up behind her,
I mounted her, slowly working my swollen, veiny meat-spear
into her dripping snatch. As I reached full insertion she
let out a shuddering gasp and started to quake uncontrollably,
screaming with pleasure as waves of orgasms racked her
body.
Fuck yes! Fuck Yesss!! FUUUUUCCK YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!
I began to slam into her with hardnheavy, pounding strokes
as she continued to moan and scream out in delirium. I looked
down at my thoroughly soaked and glistening cock slide
in and out of her stretched honeyhole. I worked the tip of
my right thumb up her ass and massaged it around and she exploded
in another screaming orgasm. Then she began to moan roughly,
Fuck my ass! I cant take it anymore! Fuck my shitter you
cock!!
I didnt have to be told twice. I pulled out, knelt down,
and gobbed a giant wad of spit on her asshole, then pressed
the head of my cock through the gateway to her bowels. I slowly
worked my cock in, and once Id gained maximum entry began
to slam her ass without mercy. She could barely hold herself
up against the force of each thrust, but managed to reach
down between her legs to play with her clit and lightly brush
my balls with her fingertips.
She was screaming wildly and I was moaning deeply from the
bottom of my belly. Finally, I couldnt take it anymore
and announced in a deep, gruff voice Fuck yeah, whore!
Im gonna cum! Im gonna cum!!
I pulled out and started to stroke my sphincter-polished
shit hammer while she whipped around and beckoned me, face
up, tongue out. I grabbed her by the hair then let loose a
torrent of cum, five shots in all that splattered into her
mouth and across her face. I moaned quietly as the orgasm
subsided, and she swallowed and licked off my cock and rubbed
my groin on her face.
A couple of white towels came out of nowhere. Here. Wipe
yourselves off. Good work, guys. Thats in the bank. The
cameraman was standing beside us.
Jesus. Where you been? I asked. I didnt even notice
you the whole time.
Thats the way it should be. You two were so busy being nasty,
it was like I was invisible.
Well make sure youve got tape in the camera; otherwise,
no rest for the wicked, Marcy said, stroking my now dying
cock.
We all laughed. I toweled off her face and asked, so whatre
you gonna do with your cash?
Not sure.
Take me to dinner?, I asked, tickling her chin. (She
made $350 more than I did, btw)
Mmmm ok, she replied, laughing.
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