The Making of a Porn Star Ch. 01

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The Making of a Porn Star, Ch. 01

It was many years ago, when I made my first porn movie.

Author’s Note:

This is a true autobiographical story about me making my first, porn film. Everything in this story is written how it happened. Some of the characters names have been changed to protect their identities.

# # #

Desperate for money, not proud of what I had already done and what more that I had to do to earn it, I looked back at the time when I made my first, porn movie. My sexy secret to keep, not even considering the blow to my reputation at the time, the porn films that I made would survive me, always be out there, and would follow me for the rest of my life. As men had a knack of doing, out of the blue, as if I had become their unforgettable, sexual fantasy, someone always recognized me.

“Have we met,” he asked stared at me while trying to recall my face. “Sorry, but I never forget a face,” he said staring down at the impressions that my breasts made in my low-cut blouse. “You look so very familiar,” said an employer at a job interview, a stranger on the street, someone at a wedding, a funeral, or a birthday celebration with them all talking to my tits.

I swore that I’d never follow in my mother, Natalie’s, footsteps by making sex my career but here I am making porn movies and writing erotica. Go figure. Such is life.

‘Sex, sex, sex, unable to escape my violent and abusive past, overwhelming me and controlling me, my life had become all about sex,’ I thought whenever pitying my plight.

As their 18th special birthday gift to me, long after my four, much older, drunken brothers stripped me naked and had their wicked, sexual way with my nude body, I made porn films to earn a living. Long before being coerced to participate in the swinging lifestyle with my ex-husband, and long before writing erotica on Literotica, somehow, I survived my violently, tragic background. Finally, happy with who I had become, I had grown proud to be a whore. With nothing that I haven’t sexually done, if I haven’t done it, I’ve thought about doing it, and/or have written about doing it.

Yet, even though I was determined not to follow in my mother’s footsteps, I did. Instead of becoming a stripper, a prostitute, and an all-around whore, easy money acting while playing a sexy role, I made adult movies while attending college. Like mother, like daughter.

Graduating magna cum laude from Northeastern University in Boston, I earned my bachelor’s degree in English with Creative writing and English Literature as my dual minors. A long shot, I hoped that making blue movies would be a stepping stone to becoming a real actress and making mainstream movies. Alas, it didn’t happen for me in the way that it happened for others.

# # #

“Ready on the set! Ready on the set,” said the assistant to the assistant director!

Those not part of the movie, invited guests, family, friends, and onlookers, scurried away to take their places in the dark background, out of view of the camera, and away from the action. Totally dark, except for where they shot the movie on the set, with all doors closed and all windows blocked, the camera crew made sure that no unnecessary light filtered through to ruin their shots. Unless the support crew were in front of the camera and were part of the cast being filmed, it was difficult for anyone to see their hands in front of their faces.

“Quiet on the set,” yelled the assistant director looking from left to right before looking straight ahead! “Quiet on the set,” he yelled again! “Quiet on the set!”

Quickly going from everyone talking and moving about, suddenly, no one talked and no one moved. Totally quiet, there wasn’t a sound. As if there was no one there other than the dozens of people gathered behind the scenes and positioned in the dark background, and as if the studio was totally empty, everything and everyone were so surreally still and eerily silent.

“Take twenty-one, scene one. Sexy Realtor Showing Houses,” said the clapboard loader stepping forward and clapping the clapboard before stepping back and disappearing in the shadows along with everyone else.

Before rolling three cameras, checking for and looking at last second details, the director looked at his star, Susan, and at his other three actors, John, Joe, and Jim who were already in position and ready to play their parts.

“And action,” said the director pointing his finger as if it was a loaded handgun.

The camera zoomed in for closeup shots of Susan, John, Joe, and Jim.

# # #

Fade in: The shooting of the movie, Sexy Realtor Showing Houses, begins.

Free to roam the house, John and Joe looked in every room while Jim stayed with me. Then, daring himself to do so, as if ready to ask me a question about the house, putting myself at ease, John innocently walked up to me, his real estate agent, with a big, friendly smile. I returned his smile with my smile.

Clearly excited about the house, hopefully, he was ready to make an offer istanbul travesti on the property. Then, quickly changing his demeanor, suddenly making me feel uncomfortably afraid by his creepy look, staring at me as if I was naked, he leered at me. Nothing new, in the attractive and sexually appealing way that I looked, I get that a lot.

No matter where I went, between my tall stature, over six feet tall with my high heels, my naturally blonde hair, my sexy and shapely figure, and my natural, D cup breasts, men never removed their eyes from me. As if envisioning me without my clothes, and as if I stood before them naked, having gotten used to it, men always stared at me while undressing me with their eyes. I couldn’t remember when a man talked to me as a woman instead of as an object. I couldn’t remember when a man didn’t talk to my tits.

“Tell me about the house, Susan,” said John not making eye contact with my big, blue eyes but instead talking to my blouse and bra clad breasts.

Something that men were unable to help themselves from doing, as if my nipples were my eyes, men always talked to my tits. Embarrassingly annoying at first blush, I’m used to it now. Men and some women always stared at what they could see of my erect nipples through my clothes. Yet, going to the next immoral level, instead of just staring at me, John leered at me.

Honestly, with me one in a million, and, immodestly, quite the sight to behold, if I say so myself, who could blame him for staring and for undressing me with his eyes? Not embarrassed to admit it, with me sexily dressed for the role, I was catnip to men. Every man I met, whether married or single, wanted me to suck them and/or fuck them. Having grown accustomed to men staring at me, between teachers, classmates, friends, neighbors, relatives, and people on the street, it’s been like that for me all of my life.

Never trying to hide my beauty, my sexy and shapely body, and/or my sexuality, with my hair just so, my face always on, and the clothes that I wore flattering my body, an understatement, I was so very pretty. Not ashamed to admit that either, I was so sexy. I was what most men and some women wanted. No doubt, imagining themselves with me, they all imagined me being their trophy wife. They all imagined seeing see me naked and being in bed with them while having sex with them.

Not trying to hide what he wanted, John continued staring down at the impressions that my huge, D cup breasts and my erect nipples made in my bra and blouse. Again, who would blame him? As if I was a porn star, and I was, or a headline stripper, which I wasn’t, with me having the height and the same big breasted figure as my mother, indeed, if I say so myself, I was so shapely. Indeed, I was proud of my figure.

# # #

Out in the country, somewhere, and in the middle of nowhere, alone with nature and with three horny, men, the houses were spread more than two miles apart. Totally alone and isolated, surrounded by acres of land and a forest of mature trees, there was no one within shouting distance. As their realtor, I was showing John, his friend, Joe, and my coworker, Jim, a house in a desolate neighborhood.

I took all of the precautions for my own safety. I had mace at the ready in my purse and 911 on my speed dial. I told my staff where I was going and who I was going with. I did everything right. I even brought someone with me, Jim, a young, handsome man from my real estate office, who answered phones and ran all of the errands.

In the way that he looked at me and adored me from afar, clearly, Jim was sexually attracted to me, too. Happy to tag along, whenever he thought that I wasn’t looking, he stared at my big, blouse and bra clad breasts and at my shapely behind, as much as John and Joe stared at them. Especially whenever I wore a tight top or form fitting, button blouse, as I was wearing that day, my big breasts were always the center of men’s attention and sexual fantasies.

No secret there, most men and some women, for that matter, are sexually attracted to big breasted women. They can’t help themselves from looking, staring, and gawking. As if I’m standing in front of them topless, they seemed hypnotized by my big breasts and mesmerized by my erect nipples.

Still, aside from me being the center of their routine, sexual attention and their boring erotic fantasies, with me picking up on it, there was something not right. More than just staring at me, there was something wrong with the way that all three men leered at me. Uncomfortable with me driving three, horny men to the middle of nowhere, nonetheless, having done this many times before with hundreds of people that I had just met, I persevered. This was my job. Besides, Jim was my trusted and loyal coworker there to keep me safe and protect me from harm.

Eager to sell the property, a house that had been on the market for a while, against my better judgement, nonetheless, I had a foreboding feeling of doom. Ignoring my gut and playing the role of the professional istanbul travestileri realtor, I drove the men to show them the property. Keenly aware and sexually savvy, I had heard of other realtors being violently attacked, stripped naked, and sexually assaulted but I never thought that that would ever happen to me. Besides, armed with a canister of mace in my purse and accompanied by another employee, the men wouldn’t dare try anything stupid.

Besides, easily identified by their automobile registration, they left their car parked out front of the office. Unbeknownst to me, it was a stolen car. After they did their dirty deed, they’d be stealing my car and driving away from the crime scene before stealing another car from someone else. I should have been more suspicious of them wearing blue, hospital gloves but with this the age of COVID, afraid to touch anything for fear infection, in addition to wearing masks, many people wore gloves, too.

Something that I never imagined that they’d do, yet, as they did with other, female realtors, they’d be leaving me behind naked and tied to a pole. Something that I hadn’t suspected, Jim was in on it, too. Playing the willing victim, an elaborate plan, he was the mastermind who had led them men to me under the guise of being their realtor. Other than the fingerprints they left behind after removing their gloves to sexually assault me, which they would surely wipe clean before leaving the crime scene, no one would ever know who they were or where they went.

# # #

Then, as if it occurred in a blur, shocking me and angering me, it all happened so fast, too fast for me to react and to stop it. Taking me by surprise, with my blouse buttons flying everywhere, John ripped open my powder blue, silk blouse to expose the tops of my abundant breasts, my long, sexy line of cleavage, and my low-cut, white brassiere. With his mouth gaping open and his eyes bugging out of his head, Jim stared at all the he could clearly see of my bra clad breasts.

I was so embarrassed. Continuing to catch me off guard, I never expected that this would ever happen to me. Too stunned to move, with one, quick, flick of his stiff, index finger, John moved his finger beneath the front of my bra. Then, in one, fast, fluid motion, seemingly, expert at lifting women’s brassieres, he lifted the front of my big, white, four, hook brassiere to expose my huge, D cup, naked breasts to their horny eyes.

Totally useless in coming to my aid, enamored with all that he was seeing of my big tits, Jim stared at my naked breasts as if he never seen a woman’s naked breasts before. Slow to react, as if it all happened in slow motion and as if I was removed from my body and watching someone else being undressed, I watched my breasts fall from my bra. Clearly cold instead of sexually excited, as if enticing them to finger my nipples and suck my nipples, my big nipples were already fully erect.

Virtually topless, my naked breasts were totally exposed to two men that I had just met and to my young, innocent and impressionable coworker. Violently violated, never have I been as humiliated. Controlling me and holding me in place by clenching the front of my upraised brassiere, John held my bra above my exposed breasts and nearly up to my shoulders while he and Joe ogled, touched, and felt my naked tits.

“What do you think of her tits, Jim,” asked John turning me to him while walking me closer to him? “She sure has big and shapely breasts, doesn’t she?”

Still holding the front of my bra with one hand, he held one of my naked breasts in the palm of his other horny hand. Then, raising my breast up for Jim to see closeup, he fingered my nipple. While letting out a diabolical laugh and squeezing my big tit in his hand, he pulled, turned, and twisted my big nipple.

Never in a million years did I think that Jim would ever see my naked breasts. As if he was staring at his mother’s naked tits or his sister’s naked tits, Jim continued staring at my naked tits, my symmetrical areolas, and my erect nipples with his mouth gaping open. With him so very young, barely twenty-one-years old, possibly, other than what he had seen online, my naked breasts may have been the first naked breasts that he had ever seen up close and in person.

“Susan has beautiful breasts,” said Jim turning red and with his eyes bugging out of his head. “I love her big tits.”

John laughed and invited Jim to touch and feel my naked breasts, too.

“Don’t be shy. This is your chance, Jim. In the way that you’re staring at them and haven’t removed your eyes from them, I know that you want to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them. Go ahead and touch and feel her tits,” said John to Jim. “Susan won’t mind. She’ll even allow you to suck her nipples. Would you like to suck Susan’s nipples, Jim? You won’t mind, if Jim feels your tits and sucks your nipples, will you, Susan,” said John while staring up at me and laughing?

As embarrassed as I was sexually aroused from him feeling my tit travesti istanbul and fingering my nipple, I looked at Jim with shock before I looked down at myself with shame. I felt so humiliated that my coworker saw me topless. I was angry that John had not only ruined my beautiful, silk blouse but also, he bared my naked breasts to their horny eyes. Bad enough that John and Joe saw my naked breasts but Jim saw them, too. With me his superior, how would I ever face him in the office again?

With me nearly old enough to be his mother and with him nearly young enough to be my son, I cringed when Jim reached his horny and all too willing hand out to feel, fondle, and grope my naked tits. Then, an involuntary reaction, I screamed when he pulled, turned, twisted, and sucked my nipples. As if I was an Asian woman being violently and sexually molested by strangers on a train in Japan, I folded my body in half while quickly stepping back and trying to move away from him.

“How dare you,” I asked while directing my anger at John instead of at Jim?

I yelled while cowering and trying to cover my nakedness with my forearms and hands.

“Get away from me! Get out! Go! Leave! Find your own way back. Just go before I call the police, have you both arrested, and thrown in jail!”

Clearly frightening him, Jim stepped back to give me some space. Yet, never removing his horny eyes from my naked breasts, he still continued staring at my big tits. No doubt, something that he’d never forget for the rest of his life and something that he’d be telling his friends, he’d be masturbating over seeing me topless later and forever when he’s home alone tonight.

Clearly horny, Jim reached his hand down and felt his growing erection through his pants while staring at all that he was seeing of my breasts. With him fondling his erection through his pants, no doubt, he was thinking about me stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him. Then, unable to control himself, surprising me, instead of helping to put a stop to this, Jim voiced his sexually, inappropriate thoughts.

“I’d love for you to stroke my cock, Susan,” he said reaching out to pull, put, and hold my hand on his bulging prick through his pants. “I’d love for you to suck my prick. I’d love to cum in your beautiful mouth,” he said tracing my red, full lips with the finger of his other hand and sticking his finger in my mouth.

I pulled my hand away from his erection. Then, with Joe holding my arms, I evicted Jim’s finger from my mouth by violently shaking my head while biting down on it. Yet, giving me goosebumps and turning my stomach at the same time, I couldn’t believe that Jim wanted me to blow him. I couldn’t believe that he wanted me to suck his cock and cum in my mouth. Then, shocking me, with him such a nice and respectful, young man, Jim did something that not only made my skin crawl but also that sexually aroused me.

“I’d love to fuck you, Susan,” said Jim talking to my tits while reaching his hand beneath the front of my short skirt and lifting it to cup my panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand. He ran a slow and purposeful finger along my pussy slit. Then, pushing my panties aside with his finger and illegally raping me, he rubbed my clit before penetrating me with his index finger. “I’d love to stick my big, hard prick in your warm, wet pussy.”

By pushing against Joe, I pulled away from Jim. Hard for me to believe, my coworker was just as bad as John and Joe were. He fingerfucked me. I couldn’t believe that he fingerfucked me. It was one thing trying to fight off two strangers, but I thought that Jim was my friend. I trusted him.

Thinking that he was young and innocent, if it wasn’t enough that he was sexually attracted to me, I never thought he’d sexually assault me and rape me with his finger. I never thought that he wanted to fuck me, me to suck him, and cum in my mouth. Even when I was home along, horny, and masturbating myself, I never thought of Jim as my forbidden lover. I never imagined him feeling my tits, fingering my nipples, and fingerfucking my pussy.

# # #

Yet, not stopping with just exposing my breasts, John stepped closer to me to touch, feel, fondle, and grope my naked breasts again while pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples. Much like Jim, as if John had never seen naked breasts before, he was all over my big tits with his horny hands while, I screamed, squirmed, and fought my assaulters with flailing arms while trying to get away. Able to pull away from Joe, yet, not allowing me to flee, John continued groping my breasts and fingering my nipples while his friend helped hold me in place again.

“Oh, my God. Stop. Are you crazy? How dare you,” I asked while pulling away from his friend to quickly pull down my brassiere and cover my exposed breasts? “Don’t do this,” I pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”

Covering my nakedness as best as I could, unable to wrestle my bra away from John’s hands, I held my blouse closed and in place with both hands. Backstepping towards the front door while trying to reach for my purse with my mace and car keys, I struggled to get away from the three men. Only, they were too strong and too fast for me. Not to be denied, they were too determined to have their violently, wicked, sexual way with me.

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