Becoming a Pornographer

Becoming a Pornographer. (Ch 1)

[These stories are about an ambitious 30 something entrepreneur Adam, who with help from his friends, intends to fulfil his ambition as a successful Pornographer. Using the abundance of local talent in the vicinity of the home counties of England, he is driven by instinct and lust to seek out the crème de la crème of willing amateur talent available for his ends.]

A faux fur full length coat rests on the floor, feet away from me, an accompanying handbag on top. The quiet side street In Swindon Old Town is dark and empty. A solitary street light illuminates the sight below me. It's 2am, Friday night. The working week is over for some and it's party time. I can hear the thump, thump, thump of the music from the nearby nightclub. It rises and falls as the entrance door opens and closes. A few stumbling stragglers ghost away to taxi's some 200 metres away, worse for wear.

I've been in that club scouting for talent. The type of talent that is ready and willing to aid me to my dream of being a pornographer. Tonight I am road testing. Literally, if you get my drift.

I'm stood in my sharp business suit, shirt and tie. My flies are open and I'm masturbating. Wanking as I prefer to call it. I love stroking my powerful thick 8" of cut cock. Having it there in my powerful hand, blood engorging it, veins standing proud. It's a beauty I've been told. The skin on the bulbous glan is stretched shiny and tight, ready for release as my palm and fingers bring it to climax. My thoughts run wild with masculine lust. I'm thinking of the dirty bitches back in the club, sluts out for a night's cock or pussy, away from their partners, with their partners or simply hunting for pleasure.

My thoughts escape my lips. 'Open your mouth you filthy Slut!'

The 30 something tarty blonde does as I command, dutifully, wantonly, her dark heavily made-up eyes looking up at my face as experienced sluts do. She's as lustful as me, on her knees, keen for her reward. Her wet and drooling drunken tongue is stretched out like a welcome landing strip. Mouth open wide, her pink coloured lipstick accentuating her lips, making her mouth look like a gapping cunt hole, and she knows it. A string of saliva escapes the side of her tongue and lands on the pavement. Thirsty, hungry bitch this.

She leans back a tad on her high heels, her fake covered tits upthrust in her tight white see through silk blouse as I fist myself to climax.

I lean back to release. My first gloopy spurt releases just above her upper lip, followed quickly by one across her cheek. It's a sight to behold.

'You dirty fucker!' she encourages, looking into my eyes. This is a complement, not a complaint. She's no novice.

My mate Pete's Nikon camera flashes at rapid speed to catch the detail, whilst my cine guy mate Andy zooms in from the side to catch the spunk action.

'Beautiful,' encourages Andy.

She rips open her tight blouse, buttons fly across the paving slabs and I drop my aim to the fulsome 38DD tits. Perfect for my purposes. Below them I can see her shiny black leather micro skirt, her legs apart revealing a pair of white damp crotch-soaked pants. She's now a hand inside, working her clit. I can hear her naked cunt squelch. Her other hand is resting against my suit trousered thigh for support. She rocks unsteadily in her high heeled shoes, the toes scratched from previous drunken stumbles.

'Go on, blast on them you fucker!' she demands.

I tug on my meat real hard and relish the sight of released spunk jetting across her naked chest and then onto her open cunt like mouth. No spunk has shot from my cock for 5 whole days. I'm loaded with seed.

'Oh yeah, you fuckin love it bitch' I approve, shaking the remnants of cum from my cock onto her leather skirt, 'You gotta have it haven't you.'

'You bet!' she replies, the thick cum forming strings between her lips as she speaks up to me, her hands spreading the rest of it across her chest like a night cream, before she squeezes her stiffened nipples. 'It's what Friday nights are for.'

'Mmm ... it's what you are made for every day of the week with a rack like that, darling. Built for pleasure.' I suggest.

A string of my goo hangs from one of her false eye lashes, making her look delightfully trashy. Her upper lip is still coated with my first thick spurt. She licks her hands cleans, savouring every sticky drop of cum then moves her tongue to scoop clean her top lip.

'And cut!' commands Andy. Pete bangs off a few last pics of her cum plastered face and she obliges with a posing pout.

'Pay her Andy!' I command.

His hand reaches into his jacket pocket, unfurls five twenty pound notes and drops them on her coat.

'Your name and number Gorgeous?' I ask, pulling out my mobile.

' Teri 07763733882! But careful, my husband... you know! And your name and number?'

'I'm Rex. Hey married! Hear that guys, she's a cheating married slut, the best kind - fair play. Okay, we'll be discrete Teri. You've passed our little audition, ain't she boys?' I question, pushing my drained cock inside my flies, the last dribble of pleasure stringing to the floor. They nod sagaciously as her eyes follow the dribble to the floor, 'And we'll send your pics and clip to your phone. You'll get my number off that. You can earn a lot more than five ponies if you are fucking darling, and your husband wouldn't even know!'

She wasn't getting my real name and number. She'd hear from a burner if we liked what we saw on our action pics. Those pics and vid would pick up a little money on the American amateur porn market, and my guys would have already pinged them off to my real mobile for edit. If they didn't sell, we could always blackmail the slag. I wished I'd fucked her, her ass looked good in the club in that tight skirt. Wish I'd deep throated her too, her mouth looked like a well-used receptacle and that soft pink tongue could have licked my nut sack as I worked it.

She was a dirty lil' cow, I'd enjoy waiting a day or two, because that was all it would take in my experience. She's had a taster and got paid. Even enjoyed it, even when she recalls what happened when sober. She'd want it in her now, filmed, snapped, that's for sure. It was all too tempting for her.

But baby steps with auditions. She'd see the pics, like what she saw and be eager for more, I was sure.

Their cameras set aside, Pete and Andy fancied some relief themselves. Filming these girls was all well and good, but there was no better way of completing the fun than taking their own turn without the concerns of angles, lighting and battery life. I left them to her, like moths to a flame that hadn't quite been extinguished.

I walked to the Discovery and gunned it into action. Driving slowly past, I could see all three fulfilling their urgent needs. Pete was pumping up her perfect exposed ass, her panties around one ankle, her legs flexed to take it deep. One foot on the pavement, the other on a bench, digging deep. Andy was controlling her head with a strong hand, bouncing it onto his cock, using the sleeve of her mouth and tight throat like a cock pump.

And Teri? Her hands were on Andy's naked buttocks, taking all the meat she could past her pink lips and into her throat. She and I were going to get on just fine. I didn't think her and her husband would though. He'd married an ambitious whore and I'd just released her from her shackles.

My phone pinged up receipt of the action shots. Perfect. I caressed my drained cock through my suit trousers and pushed down on the accelerator. Things were starting to hot up.