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Every once in a while, I also have to give credit to those in my life who have been and will be just passing through. For many reasons.
It was a warm night, like so many others, my warmer under my desk and so many dreams in my head.
I looked at the job offers and came up with the great idea of going for a ride on a well-known Italian red-light film company. One like many others.
I remember sending them my application in the style of "Hello, I am S., I write from... I like the..." and 2 photos, very ugly, one of which was shirtless.
It's a pity that, taken by discouragement, I decided to abandon the idea because I probably wasn't the right man for that kind of application. However, a few years earlier I met a man who was already working at that juncture and he gave me a hand by advising me on the steps to take and sponsored me.
So a few months later, despite my sessions, they called me from headquarters and asked to see me. I remember that I left Novara saying I had to go away for work (but where?) and I went to Arezzo. I got off the train and thought that maybe I shouldn't try...but let's face it, at 25 years old who could pass up such an opportunity?
I went to the address indicated in the email, I remember this red building in a rather deserted area. A girl with a nice voice answered the intercom. I went up, 2 floor.
When I arrived in front of the door I thought: WHO MADE ME DO IT?
I opened the door and found a red-haired girl, very curvy, more or less my age, with a black dress and high heels. The makeup was perfect. Truly a very beautiful woman.
After the initial embarrassment she started to tell me about the company and took me to a room where I had to wait for the producer.
After about half an hour and an anxiously drunk coffee, he arrived, the producer. A man about 1.70 m tall, dark complexion and gruff manner. He was my idol, the one I often saw in the videos of that film company.
He takes me to his office. Despite all the premises, a very neat and clean office, with photos of him and many porn stars. Even a picture with Sasha Grey, who to tell the truth, with those eyes could do anything but see her in front of a camera!
We start talking about more and less, when the fateful question starts: "Tell me something, but under the covers how long do you usually last? Just sex, not what you usually do."
I, caught in embarrassment replied with a dry, "I'm durable but I can do better..."
He motioned me to stop right there and reached into his pocket for the phone, dialed a number and called a person and I knew from all the talk, "Yeah, let's get the room ready for him to work!" So he walked me to another room, upon entering there was a dressing room, soundproofed and very dark. Thinking back to today to the embarrassment of yesterday, I think it was too strong an emotion!
I put on a mask and walked out the back, through a door marked "REVIEW ROOM" to something I didn't know. In this new room there was a bed, a couch, at least 7 cameras, lights and 2 showers.
There was me and him. No one else. He asked me if I wanted coffee, my second, and we went to the couch to talk. He asked me if I used narcotics, if I smoked, if I used alcohol, and if I used any special creams to make him stay hard. I left him speechless! Nothing at all!
So before we started, he asked if he could take 2 pictures of me with his iphone.
He asked me to pull off my shirt and then my pants. Good thing I was all nice and hairless!
He made a statement about my beautiful venus dimples. I think he was the first man to point them out to me.
About 10 minutes went by and 3 cameramen, 2 make-up artists and a girl entered the room, wearing a very low-cut top with the words "BITCH" on it, a very mini black skirt and high heels that left her ass hanging. Very Italian with a very Bergamo accent. I don't know where she came from, how old she was and especially what her name was.
The situation was very hot. And exciting.
Ciak... the filming begins.
She and I, both wearing masks, asking each other questions. As in any self-respecting porn, she starts....
Looking towards the camera, she slowly begins to reach down to my fly and undo it. I still remember the embarrassment and just thinking about it gives me chills!
He pulls down my panties and begins to move closer and closer to that game which, many know, is very boring for me, and I could hardly keep alive, especially in front of 3 people.
His tongue was very exciting, I could feel it sliding over me. His hands were expert, very. And this was much much much more than I imagined.
His mouth came up and began to play on my neck and his hands were always there, trying to keep "the focus" up. Taken by the moment I began to enjoy myself as well, I got out of bed, pulled her up as well and put her with her little ass in view of the camera, doggy style, so that whoever sees that video again, can see what I saw that time.
I pulled up her skirt and saw a firm little ass, ready to slap....
I began to kiss it, nibble on it and I saw her eyes looking at the wall from time to time as if it was a normal thing, fake, but normal! Then again, porn was her world!
I pull down her panties, slide them up her legs and peeked occasionally at her face... she was ready....
I turn her over to the bed and throw her down, take her legs and spread them open, before me. I kneel down, on the floor and slowly begin to lick her pleasure... I could feel something changing and her face turned red.
I glanced at the director and saw that he was talking to the cameraman and was very satisfied. And I was even more so. My hands were my strong point and I knew it!
I began to touch her slowly, on her clit and she was trying to hold back the pleasure, barely.
I got into my classic position, on her left side, on my knees, ready to pleasure her. I pulled her legs up on the bed and the camera was capturing my fingers and her hot pleasure.
My mouth was on her nipples, turgid and soft. It drove me crazy to think of having her between my fingers. Pleasant.
She was seeking my pleasure with her hands and trying in vain to bring it into her mouth...it was exciting to see that the more she tried, the less successful she was in the task.
My left hand, moved her face and rested on her mouth and she began to lick my fingers as if it were something more. I looked at her through that mask, her eyes were charged, full of sex.
I closed her mouth and slid my fingers inside feeling her often close with pleasure. Her eyes spoke, they were fiery and full of themselves.
The director touched my shoulder and I asked to start doing something more. They stopped filming, she asked me to be less incisive as she had to participate in the situation with more awareness. I pulled out my fingers and they were a lake, of pleasure, which I still remember as a good feeling.
The director began with a: "Simone, now I recommend, not less than half an hour otherwise you disappoint me! 5 Minutes we start!"
Those endless 5 minutes turned into a charge.
Off we go! Me on my feet and her on her knees in front of me, and she was making my pleasure disappear inside her mouth. And I was trying, in vain to pretend. 2 minutes. I touch her hair, grab it, bring her up in front of my face, grab her by the neck and turn her doggy style and push her back down and slowly enter. I had her body and her tattoo (the dragon behind her left shoulder in blue) that almost seemed to challenge me. And I pushed, harder and harder.
She would turn to seek out my eyes and with her savoir-faire would entice me to push harder and harder.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me, for a very high doggy, so high that I had her shoulders in contact with my chest skin and my left hand was causing pleasure on that hot trigger.
It was fun and exciting to feel her body move and in turn slam into the air and onto my body. His hands searched for a foothold in vain. It was all so superbly arousing.
I got out, pushed her onto the bed and she seemed intrigued by my "taking the reins", so I went around the bed and leaning back on the bed, pulled her under me and put my joys in her mouth, while reaching out to her and using my hands on her clit and searching for her G-spot, I felt her move and lose rhythm on me.
This game lasted 4 hours, uninterrupted, of positions, unique.
She gestured to the director and said, "STOP!"
She walked away with a cameraman and the producer said, "Simone, I'm giving you half an hour more, after that you're out! We can't stay 7-8 hours for a film! I can't make a film just for you!"
I nodded and concentrated.
She came back into the room, looking like she had run a marathon, smitten by the moment and everything we had just finished doing.
We started again, it lasted 25 minutes, then I grabbed her by the hair, put her on her knees and exploded into her mouth in front of 3 cameras....
I've never seen that film. All I know is that it was a beautiful moment that we could share...like...here?!
It was a warm night, like so many others, my warmer under my desk and so many dreams in my head.
I looked at the job offers and came up with the great idea of going for a ride on a well-known Italian red-light film company. One like many others.
I remember sending them my application in the style of "Hello, I am S., I write from... I like the..." and 2 photos, very ugly, one of which was shirtless.
It's a pity that, taken by discouragement, I decided to abandon the idea because I probably wasn't the right man for that kind of application. However, a few years earlier I met a man who was already working at that juncture and he gave me a hand by advising me on the steps to take and sponsored me.
So a few months later, despite my sessions, they called me from headquarters and asked to see me. I remember that I left Novara saying I had to go away for work (but where?) and I went to Arezzo. I got off the train and thought that maybe I shouldn't try...but let's face it, at 25 years old who could pass up such an opportunity?
I went to the address indicated in the email, I remember this red building in a rather deserted area. A girl with a nice voice answered the intercom. I went up, 2 floor.
When I arrived in front of the door I thought: WHO MADE ME DO IT?
I opened the door and found a red-haired girl, very curvy, more or less my age, with a black dress and high heels. The makeup was perfect. Truly a very beautiful woman.
After the initial embarrassment she started to tell me about the company and took me to a room where I had to wait for the producer.
After about half an hour and an anxiously drunk coffee, he arrived, the producer. A man about 1.70 m tall, dark complexion and gruff manner. He was my idol, the one I often saw in the videos of that film company.
He takes me to his office. Despite all the premises, a very neat and clean office, with photos of him and many porn stars. Even a picture with Sasha Grey, who to tell the truth, with those eyes could do anything but see her in front of a camera!
We start talking about more and less, when the fateful question starts: "Tell me something, but under the covers how long do you usually last? Just sex, not what you usually do."
I, caught in embarrassment replied with a dry, "I'm durable but I can do better..."
He motioned me to stop right there and reached into his pocket for the phone, dialed a number and called a person and I knew from all the talk, "Yeah, let's get the room ready for him to work!" So he walked me to another room, upon entering there was a dressing room, soundproofed and very dark. Thinking back to today to the embarrassment of yesterday, I think it was too strong an emotion!
I put on a mask and walked out the back, through a door marked "REVIEW ROOM" to something I didn't know. In this new room there was a bed, a couch, at least 7 cameras, lights and 2 showers.
There was me and him. No one else. He asked me if I wanted coffee, my second, and we went to the couch to talk. He asked me if I used narcotics, if I smoked, if I used alcohol, and if I used any special creams to make him stay hard. I left him speechless! Nothing at all!
So before we started, he asked if he could take 2 pictures of me with his iphone.
He asked me to pull off my shirt and then my pants. Good thing I was all nice and hairless!
He made a statement about my beautiful venus dimples. I think he was the first man to point them out to me.
About 10 minutes went by and 3 cameramen, 2 make-up artists and a girl entered the room, wearing a very low-cut top with the words "BITCH" on it, a very mini black skirt and high heels that left her ass hanging. Very Italian with a very Bergamo accent. I don't know where she came from, how old she was and especially what her name was.
The situation was very hot. And exciting.
Ciak... the filming begins.
She and I, both wearing masks, asking each other questions. As in any self-respecting porn, she starts....
Looking towards the camera, she slowly begins to reach down to my fly and undo it. I still remember the embarrassment and just thinking about it gives me chills!
He pulls down my panties and begins to move closer and closer to that game which, many know, is very boring for me, and I could hardly keep alive, especially in front of 3 people.
His tongue was very exciting, I could feel it sliding over me. His hands were expert, very. And this was much much much more than I imagined.
His mouth came up and began to play on my neck and his hands were always there, trying to keep "the focus" up. Taken by the moment I began to enjoy myself as well, I got out of bed, pulled her up as well and put her with her little ass in view of the camera, doggy style, so that whoever sees that video again, can see what I saw that time.
I pulled up her skirt and saw a firm little ass, ready to slap....
I began to kiss it, nibble on it and I saw her eyes looking at the wall from time to time as if it was a normal thing, fake, but normal! Then again, porn was her world!
I pull down her panties, slide them up her legs and peeked occasionally at her face... she was ready....
I turn her over to the bed and throw her down, take her legs and spread them open, before me. I kneel down, on the floor and slowly begin to lick her pleasure... I could feel something changing and her face turned red.
I glanced at the director and saw that he was talking to the cameraman and was very satisfied. And I was even more so. My hands were my strong point and I knew it!
I began to touch her slowly, on her clit and she was trying to hold back the pleasure, barely.
I got into my classic position, on her left side, on my knees, ready to pleasure her. I pulled her legs up on the bed and the camera was capturing my fingers and her hot pleasure.
My mouth was on her nipples, turgid and soft. It drove me crazy to think of having her between my fingers. Pleasant.
She was seeking my pleasure with her hands and trying in vain to bring it into her mouth...it was exciting to see that the more she tried, the less successful she was in the task.
My left hand, moved her face and rested on her mouth and she began to lick my fingers as if it were something more. I looked at her through that mask, her eyes were charged, full of sex.
I closed her mouth and slid my fingers inside feeling her often close with pleasure. Her eyes spoke, they were fiery and full of themselves.
The director touched my shoulder and I asked to start doing something more. They stopped filming, she asked me to be less incisive as she had to participate in the situation with more awareness. I pulled out my fingers and they were a lake, of pleasure, which I still remember as a good feeling.
The director began with a: "Simone, now I recommend, not less than half an hour otherwise you disappoint me! 5 Minutes we start!"
Those endless 5 minutes turned into a charge.
Off we go! Me on my feet and her on her knees in front of me, and she was making my pleasure disappear inside her mouth. And I was trying, in vain to pretend. 2 minutes. I touch her hair, grab it, bring her up in front of my face, grab her by the neck and turn her doggy style and push her back down and slowly enter. I had her body and her tattoo (the dragon behind her left shoulder in blue) that almost seemed to challenge me. And I pushed, harder and harder.
She would turn to seek out my eyes and with her savoir-faire would entice me to push harder and harder.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me, for a very high doggy, so high that I had her shoulders in contact with my chest skin and my left hand was causing pleasure on that hot trigger.
It was fun and exciting to feel her body move and in turn slam into the air and onto my body. His hands searched for a foothold in vain. It was all so superbly arousing.
I got out, pushed her onto the bed and she seemed intrigued by my "taking the reins", so I went around the bed and leaning back on the bed, pulled her under me and put my joys in her mouth, while reaching out to her and using my hands on her clit and searching for her G-spot, I felt her move and lose rhythm on me.
This game lasted 4 hours, uninterrupted, of positions, unique.
She gestured to the director and said, "STOP!"
She walked away with a cameraman and the producer said, "Simone, I'm giving you half an hour more, after that you're out! We can't stay 7-8 hours for a film! I can't make a film just for you!"
I nodded and concentrated.
She came back into the room, looking like she had run a marathon, smitten by the moment and everything we had just finished doing.
We started again, it lasted 25 minutes, then I grabbed her by the hair, put her on her knees and exploded into her mouth in front of 3 cameras....
I've never seen that film. All I know is that it was a beautiful moment that we could share...like...here?!
