Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Zack and Miri Make a Porno

Well, his name wasn't Zack and I'm not Miri, but the bumblefuckery of today continued almost to midnight - and now I'm tucked up in bed writing this.

I was home after my frantic day of cock breath and changing in bathrooms and I was just personal ad fishing. Answering dodgy ads, placing dodgy ads, being generally dodgy.

This guy and I start talking about him wanting a plus size model to shoot for a possible ad for a high class sex shop in another city. They had a model drop out, he needs to shoot tonight, blah blah, no money unless our photos get picked but he has other projects up his sleeve blah blah.

My internal warning signal is going off with a whoop-whoop. Sounds like he's full of BS but something also tells me he's harmless, so I invite him over for a photo shoot on the spur of the moment. Feeling safe cause I've got my great hulking house guest home in case the guy is really wacko.

Actually - he's the mirror image of me. Pudgy, serious day job, secret life on the side. He's an adult industry photographer and sensual massage therapist. Sorta Escort-Lite cause he only gives hand jobs to ladies.

Hard to know what to make of his sales pitch. He thought he was being quite smooth I think - but I could see where it was gonna end. Naked in bed with him getting his rocks off. He was about as believable as a kid caught with their face full of crumbs who swears they didn't steal the cookies.

Lines like - "oh, I'll just position you" and "I'll help get that nipple erect" and even "no, we've got to get your pussy wet, lube just looks fake" Mind you, that last line shows I wasn't exactly resisting. Sure, we did the photo shoot as planned but then he talked me into doing some porn shots. Oh, go on, twist my rubber arm.

Ha. I love doing photographs. Being told I'm stunning. Watching the photographer struggling to say he's all professional with a raging hard on. It's quite the reverse control game, pretending I'm all submissive and being talked into the shots, while inside I'm snorting with laughter as to how see through the guy is.

Sure enough...we go so far as to make a mini-porno. The guy was not porno-sized and my head was bumping his belly. He kept saying I was covering too much of the action with my hands and I felt like saying, Duh, you have LESS than a handful!

He wanted to give me a facial for the grand finale but when he said the word "ok" softly without any other groaning or warning I wasn't sure what he meant so didn't stop. And you guessed it. Got a mouth full of cum for the freakin' second time in one day.

I lost the plot. Laughed and spread it all over his legs after spitting it out and told him we were a complete fuckup of a porn couple. He wasn't too impressed.

So..either this guy gamed me and the whole two hour shoot was a way to get his own spank bank photos and get a happy ending, or he's a legit entry into the world of porn and adult photo shoots. Either way I don't really care. I'm not actually sure I even want to sell pics with my face on them, let alone do a porn.

It was an adventure on a whim. There is a slim chance I'll make some big bucks from it all and if not then I just gamed him in return - cause I have a copy of all of those nice shots and they'll help market my escort work quite nicely.

2 comments:

  1. Hello there!

    I just wanted to comment because I am absolutely in love with you! Hmmm...Hope that didn't come off creepy.

    I'm new to this whole "blog scene" and found yours through a link in another. I have been reading your entries for the last few days and I find your life (and posts) fascinating. I will definitely be a loyal reader! :-)

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  2. love your blog :)

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