Stories tagged with "pornstar"
Porn Acting
Jack stumbles on a film crew shooting a porno and gets the chance to act.
This is one of my many six stories that I've never written down before until now; quite Truthfully, I didn't really want to write it down and share it with all of you, but too many people suggested I should, which is probably a testament to how weird and interesting the story is. The story takes place in Silicon Valley. No, not where all the tech companies are. But we're all faked. It's our I'm talking about San Fernando Valley, or just the valley or porn Valley, as it's commonly called. Porn Valley is a lovely little community about 30 minutes north of Los Angeles proper, where shocking 90% of all legally distributed pornographic films in the United States are made. A few years ago, I was in LA on business. I was going to be there for a few weeks. So I rented this gorgeous vintage Pontiac convertible, white exterior black leather interior; it was a great car to fucking; if there's one thing you should know about LA is that you better have a damn nice ride because you'll be spending upwards of six hours a day just driving around in traffic. A couple of days into my trip. My friend called me up to ask if I wanted to come to his house in San Fernando Valley for an afternoon of swimming margaritas and some good old-fashioned relaxation in the sun. I had never been to this guy's house before, but based on what he does for a living, you can guess what it is. I could only assume that he had done very well for himself, and he had a nice big house to hang out and maybe we'd invite some chicks. So I took him up on his invitation and said that I would see him in a few days and to watch out for a roaring Pontiac that might be blasting up his driveway. A day before I was supposed to meet my friend in sand porn Ando Valley, I received a very cryptic text from him that read plans changed come by earlier 6 am in my head. I remember thinking 6 am is ridiculously early, even for a weekday. I didn't respond and assume that perhaps he was just an early riser and had some stuff to do later in the day but still really wanted to hang out. So I roll with the punches. The next day, my hotel woke me up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 am. I showered, drink a cup of coffee, put all my swim trunks through on my shades, and got into the Pontiac. It was summertime in Los Angeles. So it was already 80 degrees outside. I headed north on the one on one with the top down and the warm breeze in my hair. And I felt alive. I pulled up to the address I'd written down, and it was just like I imagined in my head, along with a winding white driveway stucco on an enormous house with a view as far as the eye can see. It was also one of the ugliest houses I've ever seen. I rode up the driveway. As I said, I would and slammed the Pontiac in the park and jumped out excitedly. I have expected my friend to be waiting at the entrance, but nobody was there. I knocked on the door a few times. I rang the bell, and still, no one answered at this point. I was getting a little angry. I got up at 5:30 am to accommodate this guy's schedule. The hell with it. I'm gonna get my foot in the sun no matter what. So I climbed over the fence, walked around to the back of the house. And that's when I saw it. Two chicks completely naked, fully making out on an inflatable life raft. At that exact moment, I realized I was at the completely wrong house. My friend didn't answer the door because he didn't live there in the first place. I must have written the address down wrong after the first wave of embarrassment wore off, which took about 30 seconds. I was left wondering who these two naked pool nymphs were getting in on at the pool at 6:30 am on a Wednesday morning in the San Fernando Valley. Was I dreaming? Naturally, me being jack Gary, you know, I went in for the hello and how are you and proceeded to shake their hands picture their large, gorgeous tits flopping and bobbing around in the water. As I continued to introduce myself and apologize for walking into their backyard, making the excuse that I thought it was my friend's house. I heard a guy's voice yell gut. I soon realized that not only was the wrong house but that they were filming a porno right there in the backyard. The best part of this whole scenario is that they didn't yell cut sooner because they thought I was the male actor making my cue, which I would learn later was I shoot you not to walk into the backyard of the wrong house see two gorgeous naked women in the pool, jump in and have them start performing oral sex on me. I regretted not acting upon my first impulse until a little later. In the meantime, when the director and the guy with one of those fuzzy microphones realized I wasn't the actor making my entrance. Only then did they yell cut, but the best was yet to come after they yelled cut. The two actresses got out of the pool and went inside the house. The director and his boom operator asked me if I wanted to drink some breakfast. I said sure. I'm always down for a weird sex adventure. As we were all sitting there at the dining room table and it's awful, garish porn Valley mansion, the two actresses wearing nothing but transparent negligees, the director told me that they had a day-long shoot and if the male actor didn't show that, they might have to cancel. That's what I chimed in. They could have me take his place. For some reason, they said sure. Apparently, people flake out all the time in this business. I'm lucky for me because this was a lifelong dream of mine to be in at least one porno dream to come true in Los Angeles. We were filming all day in the bath on the pool table in the kitchen back in the day. Our I must have fucked those two actresses on every surface on every corner of that house. It was all guaranteed, no strings attached. The last scene was a bedroom scene. It was to be with only one of the actresses, the hot blonde woman who didn't look a day over 20 with huge fake tits. My task was simple. She blows me. I fuck her. And then I come all over her face. Wonderful. I could do that. No problem. As the cameras rolled, I was going at it with her from behind, upside down, sideways, and all the way back around again. It wasn't all that pleasurable because there was a guy with a camera literally filming two inches away from my balls. Anyhow, we're in the final stretch or getting closer and closer to the money shot. I'm about to blow my wad all over the blonde just so some other anonymous guy watching on the internet can blow his wad to the thought of that was a bit disturbing. But I was in the zone anyways, the orgasm zone. That's the thing about porn, you know for certain if the guy comes, but you never know if the girls are faking it or not. I guess it's the same way in real life. Anyways, I just blew my wad all over her face. The bedroom door swung open. I was shocked to see my friend standing there clutching the doorknob in horror. I was thinking, Why is he here? Does he know these people? They must be his neighbors. The shocking truth was that this was his house and his text message; he meant to write at 6 pm, and not 6 am. And the worst part was that he didn't even know that people were filming in his house. Like they were some sort of porn squatters. They knew no one was going to be home. Apparently, renting a house for the day is expensive, so they just assumed they could sneak into one in the end. I vouch for the crew and save their ass is by telling my friend there with me. In the end, it was all a big misunderstanding. Unfortunately, the smell of menthol lube and cheap bubblegum never left my friend's house for months. I didn't have the heart to tell him what exactly we didn't wear, and I sincerely hope he never sees that porno. The next time he's winking on the internet.
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