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“Aw! Poor Chris!! Fucks all day and can’t get a date!!! ‘My funny valentine, Sweet comic valentine, Your looks are laughable, Unphotographable’. I heard Randy the dandy cock-handler is looking for some new middle-aged twink-action; you could be his Funny Valentine…”

Ha-ha, very funny; NOT! Receptionists taking the piss out of the talent is not funny; if she was talent, I would take her on set and give that cute arse of hers a bloody good spanking before rogering her senseless and cumming in her hair; now that would make her look like a Funny Valentine!

Actually, the poor receptionist was right and I ought not to have taken her jovial quip quite so seriously; mind you I would like to spank her arse and cum on her face! Unprofessional of me I know: talent is talent and to be fucked, crew is crew and there to film the fucking; ne’er the twain shall meet. Without demarcation lines, the business would be one huge fuck-fest with no finished product and no pay-cheque.

Today’s shoot was a Valentine’s Day special with lots of red inflatable heart-shaped balloons bobbing about the set often too close to the lights that they exploded; you try not popping your load when there are helium-filled inflatables popping off at irregular intervals; you’ve more chance of pooping than popping! It made the day a fun one since the crew couldn’t stop laughing neither could they hold their cameras steady and no punter is going to get his rocks off at the sight of a blurred cock shafting a wobbly pussy. Just keep filming the filming: we have enough for a porno blooper reel!

The scene was a nice hetero-foursome: two couples having sex then swapping partners; all very romantic for the occasion and included a bit of gratuitous double penetration to keep the audience happy, a bit of lesbo stuff to keep the actresses happy then ending with double cum-shot and cum-swapping between the girls: Happy Happy. The art of romance is not yet dead in porn!

I showered and swiped right: no fucking matches; I dressed and swiped right: still no fucking matches; I walked to reception, signed for my day’s work (trust me: the wages of sin are way above the national average!), turned towards the door and swiped right: no matches at all!!

“Ping.” I stopped and gave my ‘phone a second glance, half expecting an urgent SMS text telling me that time was running out to claim compensation for that mis-sold PPI insurance that I never had but would never know that I never had unless I called their premium rate non-geographical number within the next 30 seconds or risk annihilating the entire human race of Pease Pottage, Hutton Cranswick and Wetwang, and allowing the thieving bastards of the banking world to keep the average £17,000 pay-out that I was owed, maybe owed or possibly owed, and probably not owed.

“Ping-Ping.” I read the inevitable diatribe: “You have a match.” WTF? I stood rooted to the spot and probably blocking a vital emergency or fire-exit doorway: I have a match?? Impossible! I’ve never had a match; I have more chance of reclaiming mis-sold PPI than getting a match; the only match I have ever had in my life was that box of Swan Vesta when I was f******n and thought I could light an unfiltered Camel without setting fire to my nose! ‘Match-Tinder, Match-Tinder, Make me a match, Find me a find, Catch me a catch, Night after night in the dark I'm alone, So find me match of my own and make me a perfect match.’ A date would be nice; getting a date when you work in this business is difficult: girls just don’t understand that porn is sex and not even real sex at that. Matchmaker???

“What’s wrong Chris? Did you get a Tinder-Match?? A real match with a real woman???” The voice behind me was the voice of the girl on the screen; I had matched with the receptionist and she had matched with me. “Speechless for once? What’s wrong Chris, have you changed your mind?? Do you want to un-match with me on Valentine’s Day???” Err… Yes; No; No. In that order.

She held out her hand: “My name is Yulichka; most people in this country call me Julie; those who are trying to emulate the deranged humour of Ali G address me as: Me-Julie!” I blushed, but I did not know why since I had only just discovered her name. “I am young, free and single, and without a date for Valentine’s Day. I know what you do for a living and know that your professionalism means we are not going to have a one-night stand let alone the first-date-fuck that you prudish Englishmen call: going back to your place for a ‘cup of coffee’. There is still a fetish rubber scene being filmed in studio three and I can’t get away until the cleaners take over after the filming has finished; shall we say 8 pm at the cocktail bar at the end of the street?” I nodded. “Just promise me that you will speak to me tonight?” She had broken the ice and I had a date; my first date since I started fucking on film; a real date with a real girl who was not freaked out by my chosen profession. WOW…

‘I have often walked down that corridor, But the carpet always stayed beneath my feet before; All at once was I several stories high, Knowing I’ve got a date where I live.’

Loon pants and Brut 33 were not for this girl; I dressed appropriately: nice grey suit, open shirt and winkle-picker toed shoes; this was a Valentine date, not a cheap teenage-shag. Last check in the mirror; final dental floss; don a scarf (it’s close to freezing out there); mints and a ‘pack-of-three’; now I am ready for my 8 o’clock date. Pack-of-three? She said no ‘cups of coffee’ please, so why spoil the elegant lines of an Italian designer suit with a packet of Piña Colada flavoured super-thin condoms? Simples! IF we get together for a bit of horizontal jogging, then it will be the equivalent of casual sex with a girl whom I have only just met; in this business, we are all tested every few weeks: as casual sex goes, porn is by far the safest so long as we all obey the rules and don’t have unprotected sex outside the studio as part of a licentious lifestyle. Simples!

Now, let me do the maths: the bar is 5 minutes’ walk from my apartment so I need to leave at 5 to 8 to get there by 8; I ought to leave at a quarter to 8 to be there 10 minutes early, but baby it’s cold outside! I shall leave at 8 and still be there before my delectable date who is bound to be fashionably late. What time is it now? 10 minutes before 7. SEVEN? I am an hour early; in my business life I have learned never to cum too early, in my private life I am premature. Chill and relax for an hour, but don’t crumple the suit, and don’t get pissed!

“You are late!” I glanced at my watch: 1 minute BEFORE 8; I was on time; Julie was early and had just rendered me speechless for the second time today. “Keeping a girl waiting; don’t you know it’s cold out here? My hands are just like ice! You’re going to have to warm me up!!” The words to the song are a sexy duologue between one would be and one reluctant lover; when spoken by a pretty girl with the accent of a Russian Meerkat, they melted something in my heart.

We drank a simple glass of Prosecco beside the designer wood-burning stove that ornamented a focal point to the fixtures and fittings of the bar, congratulating ourselves on finding a Tinder-date for Valentine’s Day. “I got off early.” She explained. “The fetishists got way over-excited for their own good and popped an hour earlier than scheduled. We still get paid for the full studio time but the perverted plonkers will lose an hour’s overtime for their premature ejaculations. They also got off early!” This girl is funny and sexy; I like her. A second glass of fizz then we headed off to an Italian restaurant for a light supper.

“Have you a reservation?” What? Does this snooty maître d' with his fake accent Italiano worthy of ‘Allo ‘Allo! think I am Big Chief Sitting Bull? Of course, I don’t have a reservation Kemosabe, now tell Tonto: white man wanto tablo para duo pronto. He dropped the fakery: “I am sorry sir, today is Valentine’s Day, every cover is fully reserved and has been since Christmas; I regret that I am unable to fulfil your request.” Bloody Hell… young Berlusconi junior speaks bloody good English. I apologised for my inappropriate attempt at humour and he graciously accepted my apology.

Yulichka was smiling at me with her eyes and giggling at the scene as it unfolded; she flung her arms around my neck and planted a solitary kiss on my lips. “I didn’t think about the restaurants being busy and I guess Italian ones are the most romantic! I won’t promise you a ‘cup-of-coffee’ but I have Farfalle and Arrabbiata in the cupboard.” With her genuine accent it sounded like she was describing genital herpes in an alternative euphemistic way. “Dinner? My place?? Tonight???” Food; she was talking food, not some dreadful female ailment of the downstairs-front-bottom department. It was my turn to laugh; this girl is good company and sexy, Johnny Durex might get to see the light of day in a few hours’ time; I wonder what the ‘use-by’ date is?

Fancy food in a pretentious restaurant does not make a date. It was starting to snow on that February evening so we hailed a taxi for the 10-minute journey to the warmth of Julie’s home cooking, some scented candles, soft music and chilled wine; was this girl trying to seduce a porn star?

We kissed, we cuddled; we kissed some more and we fondled; we kissed again and really started to explore each other’s body. Fucking on film you never get this close to the woman; fucking on film is exhibitionism, this was seductive romance. When we kissed, our lips formed a seal; this was our moment of passion, a moment I had forgotten existed between two lovers. I hugged her tightly, my arms around her waist and my hands on her back not between her legs; I felt her heart beating, beating against my chest. Our lips parted for a moment: “I want that ‘cup-of-coffee’, with you NOW!” Yulichka led me by the hand to her bedroom where we undressed each other whilst continuing a kiss so intense that I thought I might pass out from oxygen starvation. “Clause 22! I manage all the contracts for the studio remember!! You break clause 22 and you will be sacked!!! Mmm… Piña Colada; my favourite clause 22 flavour…” Yup, we were in for rubber-ducky-fucky!

Julie fell to her knees in front of me, kissing my chest and belly as she did so; I was expecting and hoping for a deeply satisfying yet somewhat self-indulgent blowjob; I didn’t get one! Using more skill than I would have expected from a receptionist, she unrolled the condom along my penis using just her mouth, lips and tongue before standing and giving me a sensuous kiss with her lips that now tasted of pineapple; I may never look at a Hawaiian pizza in the same way again!

She ran a leg up to my waist and guided my cocooned cock into her perfectly positioned pussy before wrapping both legs round my waist and both arms around my neck; there she hung, her mouth impaled on my tongue and her pussy impaled on my throbbing erection. She kissed, she tasted amazing; she wriggled, she felt amazing; even through a thin barrier of lubricated latex, I could feel the sexual heat of her genitals; despite many years as a professional fucker, I struggled to maintain control inside this woman whose femininity took sensual to a whole new level. We collapsed onto the bed still conjoined; we rolled over the bed and remained conjoined; you could not have got a cigarette paper between our bodies; we were so absolutely conjoined.

This was not sex, we were not having sex; this was not rampant shagging, we were not shagging; this wasn’t wild fucking, we were not fucking. This was making love; we were making love.

As Nelly Furtado once asked: ‘Why do all good things come to an end?’ Making love with Yulichka on Valentine’s Day was not a good thing; it was the best thing, the bestest of best thing ever! She was too hot for me to handle and I knew I couldn’t last long; in the studio I can keep going for 2 or 3 hours without shooting my load, with this hot minx I was not going to last 20 minutes; and I didn’t.

As I approached the point of no return our thrusting hips synchronised perfectly as did the rigorous game of tonsil tennis being played out in our mouths. Did we achieve simultaneous orgasms on our first date? Not sure; but what I do know is that I have never ejaculated for so long in my life. Screen cum is just a teenage wank over a girl, usually her face and tits; it looks more impressive than it is especially after careful and expert editing of multiple camera angles. This was nothing like porn cum – trust me! Cumming over, cumming over; my dick’s full and cumming over; since Yulichka met me, I’m as happy as can be: my dick’s full and cumming over! WOW…

We remained genitally conjoined, our sweat soaked bodies pressed firmly together, our lips tingling with pheromone infused lust. Double wow… I want more of this girl, I want this girl every day for the rest of my life, I will give up my career for this girl; by making love to a girl I have fallen in love with a girl. Chris-the-Dick porno-pro has just fallen madly in love with Yummy-Yulichka the porno-receptionist; this should not happen; this is crazy; this is madness, utter madness; I get paid to fuck but I no longer want to fuck, I want to make love with the most amazing woman I have ever met: to have her and to hold her from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part. YUP! In love: hook line and sinker…

“You: crazy man. I like crazy man; crazy man good.” Julie’s words were soft and gentle and spoken just as I was waking; her head lay on my chest and she appeared to be talking to my nipples at first then my belly button. “Crazy man? Yes; but now my crazy man. No?” I stroked her hair as she spoke; I really didn’t want her to know that I was awake, I just wanted to hear her speak.

She turned her head, smiled and kissed me with those pineapple flavoured lips before resuming her position in which my chest became her pillow; she sighed as she did so in a manner reminiscent of a kitten purring in the warmth and security of its parent. This girl’s very presence next to me was more arousing than filming a bondage orgy with a dozen fluffers added in just to help me keep my ardour harder; her breath on my skin made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and the blood pressure in my groin increase exponentially. With her hands and with her lips she explored my body; with her tongue and teeth she aroused my senses. “Crazy man: I want to taste crazy man; tasting crazy man does not break clause 22.” Before I had a chance to interpret her meaning I fully understood her meaning; if you get my meaning!

There are few things in this world that are better than a sensual blowjob; Yulichka’s pre-dawn fellatial treat was utterly out of this world – truly manna from Heaven! Dozens of women have sucked my cock in the studio scores of times; on set I have scored dozens of times. Porn face fucking is just that – fucking a pretty girl’s face so the cameras can see her gag as you ram your cock down her throat as hard and as fast and as deep as possible without her puking then pulling out for the camera to witness the whole puke inducing process over and over again. I even did one scene where the girl got paid extra to puke over my cock and balls; a talent at which she excelled!

Yulichka didn’t deep throat my cock neither did she allow my cock to leave her mouth; she caressed my glans with her mouth and tongue, and my shaft with her hands and fingers; all at a pace that built to a slow but inevitable crescendo in the way that Maurice Ravel builds his Bolero climax. Sucking and licking and stroking and massaging; Julie wasn’t blowing my erection she was making love to it in the most amazing way imaginable. Fuck to fucking I now want love-making every time.

Not for a minute did she stop, not for one moment did she allow me to fondle her, not for a second did I want her to stop blowing my genital mind. I closed my eyes and revelled in the sensational sensation being imposed on me by my Slavic siren. In the studio, talent gets regular times out to relax without doing it; me-Julie wasn’t playing by the rules of engagement – who cares! Seduction so enchanting deserves the utmost respect; I bend my knees and opened my legs wider, she added inner thighs and buttocks to her repertoire of erogenous zones to explore. She ran a finger across my anal sphincter and I thought I was going to explode; she started to probe ever so gently and my ass responded by welcoming her finger into its hitherto undiscovered realm. Within seconds the first pre-cum spilled from my throbbing glans hotly pursued by a relentless marching of pulses that forced hot sticky cum from my balls into her mouth. Porno sex demands at this moment a withdrawal and a wank so that the camera can witness a stream of cum landing on the girl’s outstretched tongue; Yulichka had not read the script or stage directions, she just kept sucking and probing as if nothing was happening. I came in Julie’s mouth but she wanted more and she got more in the form of a second orgasm from me only a minute or so after the first; I never knew that was possible!

She continued to suck me dry, swallowing my multiple loads as she did so; even so, when she kissed me on the lips, I could taste my own cum still residing on her tongue; it was a nice taste, a taste I wanted to taste from her mouth only. “Mmm… Crazy man’s cock taste good. I keep crazy man.”

We showered and kissed and kissed and showered; sod clause 22, I want to make love with this girl for the rest of my life. Fuck the fucking fucks that pay the fucking bills, I only want Yulichka’s mouth and Yulichka’s pussy and Yulichka’s ass and... Fuck!

I wasn’t working that day so had a lot of time to think. I couldn’t afford not to work yet I no longer wanted to ram my dick into any old (or young) porn starlet. One night of seduction with Yulichka and I was hooked on the ideology of devoting all my sexual energy to the exclusive pleasure of one girl and one girl only. Fuck it! I’d fallen in love with the porn studio’s receptionist.

“My crazy man, I love roses and champagne. Thank you, my crazy man. Yulichka loves her crazy man and wants her crazy man, and has news for crazy man; great news.” Even the kiss that followed was one of love, not false lust. What did she mean news? I opened the bubbly like a lovesick puppy or rather a cunt-struck teenager!

“I will join you in your business, together we will make much money. I have casting shoot tomorrow at 10 and you will watch; you watching me will help me perform better, I think. No?” I nodded in acknowledgement of her statement rather than in agreement with it. “Yes. I will work only with girls and you will work only with boys; we will also work together. You want work with me? Yes?” I poured another glass and tried to look neither perplexed nor terrified; was she saying that for us to be a couple, I would have to start making gay porn? Does not compute…

“The only boy I want sex with from now onwards is you my crazy man whose cock tastes very good. I do not want you to put your tasty cock in any pussy but mine. You want my pussy? You want my pussy now? I also have contract so no violation clause 22. My pussy wants – NOW…”

Wild sex in the living room? Yes. Wild sex in the kitchen? Yes. Wild sex in the bedroom? Yes. Passionate sex? Yes. Making love sex? Yes. Porno sex? NO! This was wild passionate making love sex with the girl with whom I had fallen in love. Piña Colada sex? NO!! We both had a contract so could not violate clause 22 so long as we only had sex on set or with each other. We went at it for hours barely coming up for air; I had never felt a pussy like it in all my life, every muscle contraction was for my pleasure not for the voyeuristic pervs that pay my wages. We fell asleep making love.


“Morning you two.” Fiona, the studio manager was the acting receptionist for the duration of Yulichka’s audition. “You both know what is where by now but since this is the first time Julie has been on the business end, I entrust you, Chris, to show her the ropes. By the way, young man, you are also going to take camera 2, so get some flattering shots of your girlfriend in action.” I thought I was there as moral support; I hadn’t expected to be pointing a camera at my newly acquired girlfriend’s genitals as they are stimulated to a quiver by one of the best lesbo performers in the business. I grabbed a camera and followed dutifully for some behind-the-scenes footage. ACTION!

Yulichka looked straight into the camera lens and blew a seductive kiss to me and to the many men that we hoped would buy this film. “Hi sexy man, I am Yula, I am nineteen, I am from Ukraine, we have many sexy girls in Ukraine and we know how to keep our man happy, you like happy?” She blew another kiss and giggled slightly in an outrageously flirtatious manner. “Today I make film with girl, you like when I make sex with girl?” I nodded with the camera, her Slavic accent and imperfect English made her words even more seductive. “You very naughty boy! You like watch me sex with girl, it makes you horny I think, you have big cock when you watch girls together, you stroke cock, you dirty old man, Yula like dirty old man watching, you watch, you wank, you not touch.” Crikey, this girl was good; she was fully clothed giving jerk off instructions to a porn star and my trained cock was twitching with anticipation!

“You want me get down and dirty with sexy girl? You want sexy girl to squirt over Yula? You want very much this, I think. First, Yula must shower. You watch me shower and prepare my pussy for sex with pretty girl, Yula want you to watch her shower, you will watch Yula cleanse her teenage body, you will stroke your cock you dirty old man. Watch and wank, watch and wank…”

Yulichka faced the camera and lowered her head so as to be best placed to admire her own breasts as she proceeded to unbutton her blouse; her lips parted slightly, she undid the final button and delicately placed a slender finger under the flimsy fabric; her lips parted a little more to allow her tongue to lick and moisten them; she closed her eyes and rolled her head backwards so as to flick the golden locks of hair from her unblemished face. She was faking an orgasm or experiencing an orgasm with the gentlest touch of a nipple, a nipple that remained concealed; this was eroticism, not porn, yet it was more pornographic than porn and I had a blue-ball erection!

She opened her eyes and stared directly into the camera lens. “Watch and wank Yula said, get that boner out and start stroking until I say otherwise.” Not an easy command to fulfil whilst attempting to hold a video camera steady. “Yula will help you just this once.” With that, she dropped to her knees, undid my Levi 501 button fly and released my cock from its denim cocoon. “Better, but Yula is not for you today, Yula has other plans; you will watch Yula being lesbo-licked, dyke-drilled and pussy-pampered.” She said no more and my penis was left on display.

Resuming her standing pose, Yulichka opened her blouse letting it drop to the floor and revealing firm petite breasts whose erect pink nipples had been adorned with matching barbell rings. She ran her fingers over her breasts without lingering on the tantalising piercings, then across her belly and stopped at the waistband of her distressed micro-shorts. She sighed. Her left hand flicked the top button undone and pulled the waistband away from her tanned body to allow her right hand to slip inside her shorts to a waiting pussy and clit that remained hidden. She squealed.

In a rush, she pulled down the rest of her flimsy clothing to reveal a hand concealing a pussy and a pussy greedily devouring a finger! She glared at my exposed cock. “You call that an erection? Pathetic. Yula said wank it yourself, I want to see you wank that pathetic specimen of manhood. NOW.” Oh, the joy of JOI! I held the camera in one hand and my gentleman’s gentleman in the other, stroking its shaft with timing that matched Yulichka’s five finger exercise.

“You dirty little fucker! How dare you wank yourself in front of an innocent teenage virgin; you disgust me, I should report you for indecent exposure. Fucking pervert…” This was too erotic – I’ve been around the world, I don't speak her language but her booty didn't need explaining; all I really needed to understand was when she talked dirty to me, she talked dirty to ME! With that she turned in mock disgust and stomped her barefoot way to the shower wiggling her incredible arse as she did so before pretending to slam the shower screen closed to hide her innocent modesty.

Good stuff this. I was more familiar with the performance side of the business but I liked what I was filming; I could do with a fluffer to free my hands from the job in hand to the job in hand! Thus far my newbie girlfriend had performed the hottest Jerk-off-Instructions scene I had seen in a very long time and a solo audition scene that worked as soft and hard-core porn; now for a bit of voyeuristic showering in the brother-spying-on-sister genre.

Peak through the bathroom door (Did you ever, did you ever); See your sister in the raw (Did you ever, did you ever); Tap turns on the water, see the waters flow…

The waters flowed over her body in a cascade of droplets each of which was allowed to caress and stimulate the erogenous zones of a teenage temptress; I wanted a fluffer, not to suck me off just to suck me as I filmed. “You filming a Jerk-Off scene? Who’s the temptress?” The words being whispered in my ear came from Jin-Lin one of the studio’s newest and most sort after Ladyboy talent. “You can’t jerk and film; you film her, I jerk you, me jerk you long time!” Before I could reply in the affirmative or to the contrary, little Mr-Miss was on her knees and to one side so that she would be mostly hidden from Yulichka’s view, her soft delicate feminine hands wrapped around my cock and exerted a pressure that maintained my aroused state of arousal without inducing happiness that never ended. I didn’t have enough hands or cameras to film everything, ladyboy wanking would have to wait for another shoot.

“You fukin’ perv! How dare you lust after a teenage virgin taking a shower… Yula knows you are a disgusting old pervert who can’t get it on with a girl so has to get off by spying and wanking.” She pretended to slam the shower screen again, it bounced ajar again and I carried on perving and wanking with a little Asian assistance.

To the water, Yulichka added quantities of shower gel and proceeded to lather her fabulous figure paying particular attention to her pierced nipples that immediately sprung to attention in their own mini-erection that rivalled anything my cock could manage. She moaned with absolute pleasure and lingered on their stimulation for a little longer than absolutely necessary for simple cleanliness. Jin-Lin glanced up at Yulichka’s closed eyes and grasped the opportunity for a surreptitious cock-suck that added natural saliva lubrication to a dry hand-jive.

Yulichka lathered another handful of shower gel in readiness for the main event; she paused long enough for my imagination to run riot – sod the fucking camera, sod the fucking test shoot, I wanted to be in that shower with my sex-mad girlfriend and a kinky ladyboy having a wild old time of: fingering, sucking, wanking, and fucking in a three-way tri-gender orgy of bestial lust. CONCENTRATE!

Clitoris, labia, vulva, perineum, anus; pussy, cunt, arse. The camera struggled to remain dry, I struggled to maintain focus and Jin-Lin struggled to remain incognito. Hands and fingers meticulously cleansed every millimetre of eastern European genitalia in preparedness for the lesbo-liking frenzy that was planned for the main studio; fingers frequently disappeared from view in search of the G-spot, the A-spot and any other spots available before returning to clit to be sure. Was this girl trying to wank herself to a squirting orgasm before the lesbo shoot? Silly question! She squealed and shuddered as she started her squirting orgasm the first of which she aimed at my surrogate wanking hand before turning her attention to the camera. Fukin’ hell!!!

Jin-Lin leapt back out of the way for fear of being caught in the cross-fire. “Perv-cunt! Why you stop wanking when Yula squirt on your cock? Yula did not give you permission to stop wanking. Yula want see perv-cock in perv-hand. NOW!” One massive orgasm and she remained in JOI dominatrix mistress character. “Yula clean and self-satisfied. Yula want pussy, not cock. What Yula want, Yula get.”

She washed the girl-cum-juice from her hands, dried and dressed in black lace G-string and short cotton summer frock with simple scarlet-red stilettos to lengthen her legs; she was ready for her screen test. Ready? Test? WTF? She had already given a show worthy of the most professional talent in the business and I had enough material for three shorts already.

“Come with me you insignificant pervert, Yula wants you to wank whilst she gets real girl-fuck pleasure from a real girl-fuck girl. You will watch and jerk that miserable cock whilst Yula gets real pleasure and gives real pleasure.” She grabbed my erection firmly and pulled me through the corridors to the studio where her lady-pleasure awaited.

“Look what I found perving over my sexy little body as I was preparing it for you; only for you, for you to use and abuse.” Roxy was the hottest lesbo around and I’d always wanted to fuck her myself but it was my new girlfriend who was going to lesbo-fuck the carpet-muncher and all I could do was watch! “Listen pervy-prick, my friend Roxy here is going to fuck Yula every which way but loose and drive me crazy with mind-blowing orgasms, so watch, listen and learn to be a pussy-pleaser you miserable little cock-sucker.” She tightened her grip on my cock as she spoke then dug her nails into my bulging ball-sack to add a bit of CBT to the JOI – I could get to like this!

“What do you think, Roxy, shall we let this old cunt film us for his own pervy home movie collection?” Roxy added her nails to the pain in my balls. “Nice cock your dirty boyfriend has my darling young Yula, we could share him but I think we will have far more fun without him. Let him watch and let him film, but I want the film for MY collection not his; I want a film of my Yula squirting for ME not for some kinky-cunt.” They giggled and released their two-times-testicle-torture; I took a step back in preparedness for the show that was to come and the Jerk-Off-Instructions that may also cum!

Since Yulichka worked for the studio, there was no need for an interview, this was a pure test shoot to see how well she could perform sex in front of a camera crew. “I like this girl; she’s got balls and almost had your balls.” I hadn’t realised that Fiona was already in the studio with camera one when we entered, such was the total control Yula had exercised over my genitalia. “Jin-Lin’s got the front desk; you’ve got me and if your balls are sore you can rub them better yourself.” JOI from the boss; oh, what a joy!

Despite a 10-year age difference, Roxy and Yula were excellently matched for super-sensuous lesbian action but not for the old and young genre. Both girls were petite with flawless skin that begged to be kissed, firm breasts that longed to be fondled and figures you just wanted to cover in bukkake cum… ACTION!

They turned to face each other holding hands and lusting at their mutual desire to be pleasured in the most Sapphic of ways. Roxy took the lead by kissing Yula on the lips, neck and earlobes; Yula closed her eyes in ecstasy and my right hand instinctively took hold of my aching penis as previously commanded’ Roxy saw my obedience: “Good boy. Have a long slow wank; long slow strokes until you are ready to shoot your disgusting load then stop and wait for instructions. Roxy is going to fuck your girlfriend and fuck with your mind so stand there and fuck yourself.”

Two sexy ladies resumed their lovemaking especially for my arousal; all porn is an intimate if overtly voyeuristic interaction between talent and viewer, this time it was personal. They kissed long erotic kisses which Roxy ensured remained in full view of the main camera; they undressed and caressed in a manner that was electrically charged with love and lust in equal measures and made the fine blonde hairs stand to attention as guards on parade. Breasts cupped and massaged; nipples tweaked, licked, kissed, nibbled and sucked into their fullest state of erection.

Where were they going to go next? Where would this scene of sexual chemistry end? Would it end or had I just lost my girlfriend to a world of lesbian love and licentious lust? “Toss yourself off, you miserable wanker; us girls have work to do and real orgasms to have.” Roxy spat on my erection as she spoke those words; Yula giggled and snogged her on-screen lover before winking at me and blowing me a kiss. OK! Jerk off instructions PLUS prick tease? Methinks we could make money from this scenario; where the fuck is Jin-Lin when I need him-her?

Fiona gave my balls a playful grope. “She’s fukin’ brilliant! I want to join in, you want to join in and neither of us can join in. Your yummy Yulichka is a natural; keep filming as steadily as you can with one hand whilst fingering me with the other – I shall make it worth your while…” Complicated yet simple – I finger my boss whilst watching my girlfriend being fingered by a dyke in return for which I get wanked by my boss – such a simple concept in this weird world of adult entertainment!!!

“Who the fuck gave you permission to get a handjob from that fuckin’ Fiona trollop? And get your filthy fucking fingers out of her cunt!” Roxy spoke with contempt; Yula looked at me in disgust; I was speechless yet immediately obeyed. “You perverted bastard.” A true observation I have to admit. “You fucking pervert. We told you to watch and wank; nobody gave you permission to watch and be wanked by that old maid. On your knees and wait.” The studio went silent. Script anyone? Prompt??

After what seemed an eternity, Roxy broke the eerie silence. “Mistress Fiona, Yula and I are disappointed in you and the ease with which you succumbed to the limited charms of this worthless man; you will redeem yourself, and the emasculated tosser will watch.” More deathly silence. Actress Roxy had just verbally abused studio owner Fiona and implicated my girlfriend in her dubious plot. “Remove your clothes.” Fiona placed her camera on a tripod and stripped; she looked better naked than she did clothed and for the first time I wondered if I had chosen the correct fuck-buddy.

“Pervert stand. Pervert wank your wood; your girlfriend wants to see you wanking for her. Boss-girl come closer and wank your clit; your lady employees want to see you wanking for us.” Fiona may not have scripted any of this but she employed Roxy because she was the best in the business; lesbian jerk off instructions was a new genre to me and I liked it!

My mind flashed back to my casting with Fiona – “Show me how you masturbate. I want to see you wanking.” That was then and this is now, yet women were still telling me to masturbate! How could I not want to wank whilst watching three wanton women pleasuring each other? Fiona joined in the lesbo-love action as though she had entered her favourite swingers’ club during happy hour! She rubbed her own clit and fingered her own pussy at head height whilst Yula and Roxy snogged and waited; they didn’t have to wait long. A long squeal and frantic jerking of Fiona’s hips predicted the imminent and inevitable; Fiona squealed again, pulled her fingers from her pussy and squired girl-cum all over the faces of her lesbo-starlets, covering them with her juices. Action! This was ACTION!! She repeated the process again and again – I would never have thought of Fiona as the Squirting Queen, who was having the time of her life; oh, I see that girl, I’m watching that scene, I’m digging this squirting queen.

“Cut, that’s a wrap.” And with that, Fiona called an end to proceedings; no more lesbian lustful lovelies for today. The all left he studio to shower and dress; I was left in the studio with a boner the size of my arm and blue-balls the size of tennis balls – bollocks… Never mind the bollocks, what about relieving my bollocks? Born to hand-jive? BOLLOCKS. I dressed unsated and returned to reception and an espresso with Jin-Lin and her bollocks.

“Oi! Fuckwit cameraman. Who the fuck gave you permission to get dressed? And who gave you permission to fuck with the fuckin’ receptionist? Grab him, girls.” Fiona held the camera and led the way as Roxy chastised me; she was dressed but remained in her porn-star character. Jin-Lin grabbed my arms from behind and pulled me to the reception desk as Yula and Roxy stripped me naked. Four lovely lesbian hands grabbed my cock and began jerking away; they were rough. A nice bit of Clothed-Female-Naked-Male action in the foyer to end the day with me as the sacrificial sperm fountain; let’s face facts: my balls were ready!

“Crazy man cum for Yula; crazy man cum only for Yula; crazy man not fuck any girl but Yula. Yula want crazy man’s cum; crazy man cum for Yula; crazy man crazy for Yula?” Too true I was crazy for my sexy girlfriend; too true it was this girl who was crazy for my cock; too true that I was going to remain true to her sexuality; all too true. I shot my load whilst still being she-male restrained; I shot my load over Yula as instructed; I was naked, she was clothed; I splattered her clothes with my cum, my hot sticky cum. What a finale; what a final shot; what a pop-shot; what a day at the office.

True to my word, I never worked on penetrative sex scenes with girls again. Yulichka was in demand for lesbian work which I filmed, got a boner, then fucked her senseless once we got home; we never fucked each other on set although she did wank me off in many CFNM scenes and verbally abused me in jerk off instruction scenes – ah, the joy of JOI. I still earned good money from the BDSM pervy-fetish stuff (no cum required).

“Script for crazy man. I write boy-boy script for crazy man. I watch as crazy man fuck boys; I want this, I want my crazy man fuck boys and I want as I watch. Girls like porn too!” Oops… I had sort of forgotten the full extent of our agreement in the hope that Yula would forget; time to face the music; time for my cum-uppance. I read the one-page synopsis – oral and anal with me as the top. OK.

“Welcome Chris, welcome to my world. I always thought you would join us at some stage in your career; nothing wrong with being ambidextrous! I only swing one way so don’t worry, I won’t ask your lovely Yula to fluff me as well, it just wouldn’t work for me. Welcome to the testosterone side of the closet; welcome to Narnia!” Randy? I am working with Randy? You can’t be serious! Have you seen the size of his dick? Yula saw the look in my eyes, snogged me and ran her hands over my crotch.

“Panic ye nought young fella-me-lad, I’ve read the script. You are the top, I am the bottom; you fuck me but I will not fuck with you = rectum intactum!” Randy always knew how to break the awkward ice and make me feel uncomfortably comfortable. I stripped and sat beside Randy in the green room; we talked through the script as Yula stroked and sucked my cock – a fluffer’s work is never done! “We kiss, nice gay French snogging with plenty of tongue action for the camera; we massage each other with oil, that means torso and especially nipples, cocks and balls. It’s your fluffing girlfriend who wrote the script and she wants to see you massaging my cock and balls as well; you wouldn’t want to disappoint the lady, would you!” Yula broke off from her fantastic fellatio, stared straight into my eyes and nodded – what Yula wants, Yula gets.

“Where were we? Oh, yes! Mutual masturbation with oil; looks good, feels good and by golly it does you good. Sucking my dick is not in the script, but don’t be bashful if you want to give it a go!” Mmm… I’ll think about it. Once I have wanked Randy’s randiness I may feel so inclined and I have his consent to give it a go. “If you do go down and don’t like it, we can cut it from the final video; remember, in this scene: you are the top and dominate the action, I am the subservient bottom.” More reassurance from my gay-mate to his straight-mate. “I will go down on you like no girl has ever done before; present company excepted of course.” Yula just gave a thumbs up and continued sucking. “I will be massaging your balls as I deep throat your cute cock and I will stroke your perineum but I will not finger-bugger your butt you unless you ask for it; by which I mean you have to say out loud you want my finger or fingers in your arse; I am not going to do that unless you say so – got it?” I nodded; Yula looked disappointed; did she want to see me being finger-buggered by Randy? Is that another way she wanted to get her rocks off today? Never say never!

“When you are ready for the anal action, we pause the filming. Gay anal is no different to straight anal; the anus has to be prepared for the onslaught! I may have buggered and been buggered many hundreds of times but I still need lube, lots of slimy lube. Again, you call the shots on this one; with the cameras stopped, I will lube myself to the right extent; once the cameras are rolling again, you have a choice: fuck me like a mad bugger or add your own lube and finger me first. My preference is for the latter, but you are the top and this is your first fella-fuck.” I didn’t need long to think about that one, I always lube girls before anal, I also normally rim them! “Rimming is good, Randy likes to be rimmed if you feel ready for anal tonguing then Randy will get randy!” Naughty Randy… I’ve got a horny homosexual talking dirty to me just before I get to fuck him whilst getting head from my girlfriend – porn is a truly weird world at times!

The studio was ready, the props were ready, Randy was ever-ready, and I was as ready as I was ever going to be for full-boner gay-fucking; lights, camera, action! Yulichka watched from where I could see her but the cameras could not, her eyes gleamed in encouragement and glistening with sexual dilation – she wanted this, she wanted to watch me bugger old Randy rabbit. The script proceeded without let or hindrance; he felt good to touch and his touch on me felt good; I cannot compare fondling a man to fondling a woman they are so different yet equally satisfying. I did tell Randy that I wanted him to rim me and put one finger partially in my anus; his expertise went to more than a tease as he gently massaged my prostrate to the lightest of pre-cums – JEEBUS!!!

I kissed and licked his cock as he had done mine; his sphincter puckered and I used the length of one finger-joint to find his prostate. Randy also secreted some pre-cum which I licked off his helmet; it tasted good and I instinctively sucked on his helmet; I was not ready to take the whole of his huge member in my mouth but I did suck as much as I felt comfortable with. I never had myself down as a cock-sucker, maybe I have been missing something!

The filming paused to allow Randy to lube is arse in readiness form my penetration, during which interlude Yula knelt before be as my personal fluffer; a girl fluffer on a gay sex shoot – I ought to have said that the wonderful world of porn was a weird most of the time!

We resumed and Randy turned in readiness to be rear-ended by the new gay on the block; he placed one foot on a small stool, parted his arse cheeks thus presenting himself to the camera and to me and turned to face me before addressing my cock. “Come on my little straight mate, give this old queer the anal bashing he deserves; fuck this queen’s arse with your huge straight cock; Randy wants to be buggered by your b**stly beauty; give it to me long and hard, your girlfriend will never know, it will be our saucy secret.” I think she might know since she wrote the script and is just out of shot frantically wanking her clit whilst watching us shag!

I took the shaft of my penis in one hand and applied lube with the other; it shone in the studio lights and was ready for action. I paused briefly at his back door for the cameras to get a good view, then slowly entered until his anus had swallowed the full length of my shaft. He felt good, smooth and tight not dirty and flabby; he sure knows how to look after his arse. As good as a girl’s? Again, no comparison. Anal with a girl is different, just different; most especially if there is a bit of double penetration action going on. I liked Randy as an alternative.

We fucked with me behind him, either doggy-style of lying down spooning. It was easy for me, gave the camera good shots of two rock-hard erections and left hands free for fondling and wanking; we even managed to French snog! In straight sex spooning to the camera, I use one hand to rub the girl’s clit as I roger her pussy; with Randy, I used one hand to wank his cock as I buggered his arse.

Whether a man is fucking a pussy, a mouth, an anus, or a hand, there is an inevitable conclusion: the pop-shot. With gay sex you get two money-shots for the price of one. “NOW!” I pulled out of that glorious hole; Randy grabbed me with a firm masculine hand and began the hand-job to Heaven as I continued to wank his wood. Two men tossing each other to two happy endings.

We came within seconds of each other; commensurate professionals who can ejaculate on demand as and where directed. We didn’t adjust our positions for the shot(s) resulting in two cum loads splattering on Randy’s stomach; his cock pulsating in my hand, his hand controlling the pulsations of my cock – wonderful stuff; am I still straight or have I be-cum str8?

I was the top and controlled the action; I licked the double cum from his belly then took his still hard cock in my mouth and sucked before turning 69 and ramming my cock back down his throat.

Yulichka hardly said a word as we walked home from the studio, she didn’t need to say anything, her love did the talking. I closed the front door to our apartment and she poured the wine, a fruity rosé as I recall; we toasted each other. “Thank you.” She said as she kissed me between on the lips and between the sips. “Thank you for indulging my fantasy; your Yula is a very happy girl, your Yula is a very horny girl; your Yula is your Yula: forever and a day.”

From that day onwards we kept our private and business lives separate. On set, Yula fucked girls (lots of girls) only girls and I fucked boys (lots of boys) only boys. We went to each other’s shoots as dirty-mac-perverted-voyeurs; watching one’s partner having gay and lesbian sex proved to be a huge turn-on for both of us; in a weird way, it cemented our straight relationship.

I did eventually turn bottom; Yulichka wanted to see me being fucked in the arse and she was very patient in helping me prepare psychologically as well as physically and sexually. In the privacy of our own bedroom, she taught me how to give her the best orgasms through anal stimulation by her stimulating my arse! Lube, patience and communication are the key – the giver needed to be transformed into the receiver despite reciting the mantra: ‘tis better to give than to receive!

First, a single joint of a single finger entered and was applied to my prostrate – once tried there is no going back! Then two joints up my butt before it was toy-time at the back-door fun-factory. Yula had stopped to buy some thin anal beads on her way home; we were together in the sex shop and I am sure the assistant thought I was going to use them on my girlfriend, not the other way around. They slid into my arse so smoothly yet I could feel every nodule caressing my secret storeroom of sensory pleasure. They went in a lot deeper that Yula’s fingers had done and I liked it – no; I loved it. She moved the beads in and out and along and back and forth and… She wanked my balls but not my shaft; I jerked and I came; a huge powerful spurting fountain of cum; a totally uncontrolled and uncontrollable ejaculation.

Over the course of a few weeks, Yula prepared my anus for sex; real homosexual sex. She was gentle and the sodomy was good; I came every time and never felt discomfort. Best time? Being pegged by Yula with a double-ended dildo; one end in her pussy the other firmly entrenched in my now willing anus. Gay bottom porn here we cum…

“Hi, Chris.” RANDY! WHAT THE FUCK!! Yula, darling, you cannot be serious!!! Yula, I love you dearly, but you cannot be serious!!!! Have you seen the size of Randy’s flaccid penis? It’s fucking huge and his erection is the girth of my perfect girlfriend’s wrist. FUCK…

Yula saw the look on my face and burst into hysterical laughter. “Silly crazy man! I want my husband to be trained not maimed!! You fuck Randy-boy but twinky-boy here fuck you.” Confused. Randy started to explain the scenario that Yulichka had written; the scene that I had agreed to play. “Threesome buggery. You are top and bottom in a short train of gay fucking. You get to fuck me as you have done before; rather proficiently if I may make such a bold observation. I remain the bottom for your top.” I half nodded as I only partially understood what I had previously thought that I had understood and was now doubting my own understanding. “As you are giving me one, you suddenly have a craving for something a little younger and not as intimidating up your arse; you need a modestly endowed teenage twink to satisfy your posterior. In steps Teeny-Twinky-Tom here and you demand anal satisfaction from him as you shaft me.” BINGO! The light of Sodom was illuminated: I get anal pleasure as the receiving bottom whilst giving anal pleasure as the dominant top. Simples…

The only way to find out what happened on set is to buy the video; it’s fucking horny stuff I can tell you. Spoiler alert: it opened my eyes to a whole series of gay anal creampie gangbang scenes.