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She wants to become a famous pornstar, she wants to be the erotic fantasy of thousands of people and she’s willing to do anything to achieve her goals. However, she soon realizes that she needs help and when it comes in the form of a much older, unattractive and yet well endowed man, who claims that he can mold her into a star, she accepts it against all reason, embarking herself on a quest to transform into a (erotic) dream version of herself.
Can dreams coexist with reality though?
Piercings, smoking, old dirty man/young girl, cmnf, exhibitionism
This story is not meant to give a realistic or accurate portrait of the internal workings of the sex industry.
My first language is not English, so please let me know if I did unspeakable things to Grammar.
He made me
2. Smells like success
The next day, I was again at the same front door, with a big bag full of my belongings and another, smaller one, full of sex toys. This time, I decided to wear my slutty schoolgirl uniform, since I was going to be Michelangelo’s student, confident that he would appreciate.
He opened immediately, today sporting a Hawaiian shirt on khaki shorts.
“Hey Jeri, come in!” he boomed jovially “Nice outfit!”
“Hi…” I timidly replied entering.
Making way towards a corridor behind the lobby, the man frowned at me:
“You are so weird. Confident and shy at the same time! Why so shy? We had sex, for fuck’s sake, I’d say we are intimate by now, aren’t we?”
My answer was blushing. He stopped walking.
“Nah ah, you need to learn how to relax if you are going to fuck people on camera, girl!” he reprimanded me, shaking his head slowly.
I immediately panicked: what if he changed his mind about me?
“I’m sorry, it’s just… This is so much so fast…” I mumbled.
“It’s always going to be very much very fast, at least at the beginning!” he retorted. “Here, let’s do an exercise, tell me what you really thought of me when you met me yesterday.”
“Don’t lie! Look, let me go first: the first time I saw you on my pc, you looked like a whiny spoiled girl, finding out all of a sudden that she’s not in her backwater town and she’s not entitled to whatever the fuck she wants just ’cause she’s slightly prettier than average.”
At first I was mortified, but then anger overcame me: who the hell did he think he was to judge me like that, just because he had caught me in a difficult moment?
“I’m not a spoiled brat! And I’m not the kind of girl who thinks she can bat her eyelashes and get anything! I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Good! And wrong, you need exactly to learn how to trick men into doing what you want with your body, but I like the energy! Come on, what did you think of me?” he prompted me.
Spurred by my pride, I went on:
“And frankly, you looked like a walking stereotype of a pimp!”
Michelangelo burst into a laugh:
“That is so true! What else? Did you actually enjoy our sex?”
I bit my lip: this was kind of satisfying, but what if I offended him and he sent me away?
“I promise I won’t get offended…”
Sure… As if! What was the truth though? Licking his ass was disgusting but… Well not as much as I thought. It was sweaty mostly and it’s not like I had never had too much sweat on me during sex. His dick was actually quite inviting, you know, out of context with his body and he had made me cum quite hard. The cigar was awful. And yet all of that had me aroused as hell.
“I masturbated thinking about it,” I blurted, truthfully, “I mean… The cigar aftertaste in your mouth is disgusting, you are fat and hairy and way older than me, but fuck, your dick is huge and you actually made me cum, unlike many boys.”
“You like to be degraded a little, don’t ya?” he asked then, with a wink.
Did I? It would have made sense. There was no doubt that I was a proud person, to the point of taking a stupid risk with Michelangelo just not to go back home a loser. How could that kind of stubbornness reconcile with how low I went just to have him help with my career if not because I sort of liked it?
“Damn it, perhaps I really do!” I admitted.
“It’s ok, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. It is actually a strength in this line of business,” he reassured me, “and I am going to take full advantage of that!”
“What a sleaze!” escaped my mouth.
Thankfully he laughed and I did too. After that, I felt much more at ease around him.
“This is my home cinema room,” he explained, resuming my tour of the house, which started after the lobby with a small room with very little light, a big sofa and, of course, a wall covered by a screen on which you could project movies.
“That’s awesome!” I commented: that was the kind of commodity I wanted to have in life.
“Yeah, and it’s not just for porn, before you ask. Believe it or not I have also cultural interests!” ankara grup escort he joked.
“Me too!” I assured, even if my mind wandered off in a fantasy of me watching myself in a big screen fucking strangers and begging for cock.
Then he showed me a dining room, with a fancy modern kitchen:
“For example, I’m a good cook!” he went on.
“It shows!” I teased.
At that he turned around and caught me by surprise by spanking my ass, making me yelp.
“You are going to love it!” he provoked me with a devilish smile. I wasn’t sure whether he was talking about the cooking or the spanking, but a part of me was sure that he was right anyway.
Finally, we arrived at bedroom with minimal furniture and nothing hanging on its white walls.
“This is your room. I assume you are not into this convent-like style, so feel free to decorate it as you want.”
I was relieved that I had my own space, considering that he might have asked me to sleep with him and I was definitely not looking forward to that.
“Nice, thanks…” I replied sincerely.
“Call me Mikey.”
I gave him a big smile and I put down the bags in a corner. My next stop was the bed. As soon as my bottom touched it, I reached paradise. Now that was a mattress, not the piece of rock I had been sleeping on the last couple of weeks! It was in that very moment that I knew with absolute certainty that I was in the right path. That room was just as nondescript as my previous apartment and yet it didn’t smell like failure.
Feeling deeply grateful and caught by a sudden inspiration, I spread my legs, showing that I had no panties and said:
“So, Mikey, how can I thank you?”
He smiled and approached me slowly. As soon as he was in front of me, my eyes were hypnotized by the bulge in his pants. Automatically my hands began to undo them, but he took my chin in his and forced me to look up.
“First lesson. NEVER ever have sex, with anyone, if they haven’t been tested for STDs,” he said.
“Oh, shit, sorry, I have my results in the purse…” I stammered.
“Yeah, I believe ya, but I was talking about me. Have you seen my tests?”
He took a piece of paper from his back pocket and showed it to me. It stated that he was clear.
“You MUST do this whenever you fuck someone, ok?”
I nodded, a little embarrassed. He answered by lowering his shorts, so that his penis came falling on my face. The rudeness of the act got me aroused again, and so I started to lick the length of his shaft, making an adoring face, while my hand slipped down my skirt and began working on my clit: I needed fuel to fuck this old, unattractive and now creepy guy.
“Good, Jeri, I want you to focus now on how dirty you feel right now…”
My lips around his veiny cock. Slow and steady my hand was beginning to control me through my clit, making me a puppet of myself.
“This is your happy place, remember this sensation, this is where your head should always go whenever you shoot.”
I nodded with his member sliding down in my throat, making squelchy, dirty sounds, both with my mouth and my sex.
“You see, if you manage to have fun every time you shoot, your audience is going to notice. No amount of acting can beat the real thing, and that’s what they want. Something real. That’s one of the things that are going to make you special.”
He grabbed my braid and started to push me down along his shaft. Not harshly, but firmly. My hand was furiously fingerbanging me now.
“Relax, let it in, imagine you are eating it, swallowing it. I’m going to teach you how to deepthroat as if you had no gag reflex!”
But unfortunately I had one and I started to retch a little, so he released me. The fantasy of the previous day was becoming reality and that was sending me over the edge.
“Fuck me!” I demanded as soon as my mouth was free.
He pulled my hair until I was standing up again and then he lied down on the bed himself. I immediately straddled him. I leaned with my hands on his huge hairy belly and I began impaling myself on his big cock, which he held under me. My pussy needed to stretch to accommodate him, so, while I went up and down to do so, he played with my erect nipples.
“Original…” he grunted, commenting the fact that they weren’t pierced horizontally, but with an angle towards my sternum.
His eyes were those of a wolf, but I wasn’t scared because my pussy felt like a wolf too: as soon as he was in, I leaned forward and started to fuck him hard. I needed to feel his dirty disgusting mouth! Letting my self-control slipping from my fingers, I kissed him, savored him, like the acquired taste he was.
He could’ve been my dad… Hell they were probably the same age! What a fucking whore I was! And I was doing it in order to be even bigger of a whore!
His hands explored my toned body, his fingers trailed my spine, his tongue now tasting my neck. He was the luckiest man on earth and he knew it.
SLAP! He slapped my ass!
“Hey!” gümüşhane escort I yelled, mockingly indignant, raising my head from his hairy breast!
He just answered with a chuckle and slapped my ass again.
“So, what are you going to do about that?” he provoked me amused.
I bit my lip and with a devilish smile I grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it hard. This time it was his turn to scream.
“Oh, you fucking bitch!” he growled excited, unsaddling me and getting on his knees on the bed.
“No, please, not with you on top, you’ll squash me!” I mocked him sardonically, joining my hands in prayer.
He answered by rudely flipping me on my belly and spanking me again.
“To mush, that’s what I’ll turn you into!”
I was laughing when his member penetrated me again. After that, I was not laughing anymore. Now that he was in control he was ramming me mercilessly, hugging my hips with one arm tightly, as if he wanted to prevent me from escaping him. It was scary, but that just made it even better.
“Spank me again!” I commanded.
He did and the third time I came, epically, just after he had begun flooding me with his semen. I think we both screamed.
My whole world was shaken when he collapsed on the bed. I mean it literally: the mattress almost bounced me out. I turned and I climbed his belly, going up and down because of his labored breathing.
“You are too old for this shit!” I joked.
“And you too young!”
We laughed together.
“You are fun!” he then added panting. “And that’s what I was looking for!”
I gloated in silence for a while until he caught his breath.
“Now, let’s talk business,” he said, fetching a pack of cigarettes from a pocket of his shorts, “You smoke?”
“Never?” he asked surprised.
“Well, no, I have smoked a few cigarettes, it’s just that I’m not a smoker” I explained.
“Well, you are now. Smoking is very erotic, it’s good with the stress and, most importantly, it will help you develop a nice oral fixation” he explained, putting a cigarette in my lips.
I raised my eyebrows but I let him light it up. Every once in a while, I used to smoke a cigarette or two on Saturday night, when I went out with one of my friends, Kimmy, who is a smoker, so I knew what to do, even though it had been months since my last.
“These are yours. If you prefer another brand, I’ll get it for you,” he added, putting the pack on my nightstand, surprising me again. “Don’t worry, I will provide anything you need until you start working.”
“Really?” I almost choked and not for the smoke I just inhaled!
“Jeri, you are an investment to me, so it’s perfectly natural that I spend money on you. Don’t worry, I have no intention of being your sugar daddy.”
I didn’t know what to say, but my pride liked the fact that he saw this from a merely economic point of view. Somehow, it was way more dignified.
“So, let’s talk about what we are going to do together. First: why do you think you failed up until now?”
With a pang in my stomach, in inhaled deeply and replied:
“I’m just one of many.”
“Very good, very perceptive. There are many pretty girls who want easy money. Problem is, that makes it definitely not easy! At least in the long run. Have you ever noticed how extreme acts have become more mainstream in porn? Like piss play, bukkake, ass to mouth and such?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “I’ve wondered about that!”
“It’s because of this. If pretty isn’t enough, one can hope to differentiate by being willing to do crazier things. That’s just how it is now. So, full disclosure, you are going to have to do anal and ass to mouth, you know that, right?”
This was not the first time I had thought about these things. The conclusion I always reached was: there is a safe way to do it, so perhaps in time they won’t scare me as much as they do now.
“Yeah, but there are ways to make it… You know, safe, right?” I asked, a little hesitant.
“Yes, you are never going to be not safe, I promise you that,” he replied very seriously and reassuringly, “It would be better if you had an open mind about the rest too, though.”
“Sperm is not a problem for me: I have a stomach of steel. Piss however…” I admitted.
“Look, in the good ol’ times when there wasn’t our fancy technology, doctors used to taste their patients’ piss, for example to diagnose diabetes. Also, there are tricks for this too. Usually actors take a piss before the shoot, then they drink a bunch of water, so that what comes out is basically water again.”
“Mmmh,” I replied, not very convinced.
“Ok, let’s not think about it yet. As I was saying, the strategy of doing extreme things has been overused to the point of becoming the new normal, so you need to do something else. You need to be memorable.”
Need was the operative word here. It wasn’t about just success: I wanted people to remember me. How many discover their sexuality, their desires, their fetishes at least partly through porn? I wanted halkalı escort to be part of that, one day perhaps becoming the nostalgic memory of the woman who contributed to someone’s idea of sensuality and lust. What was Mikey’s idea of memorable though?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We need to build for you a persona that does well with the current trends but at the same time is one you like, because if you don’t feel good in your mask it’s not going to work. This means new looks, but also teaching you how to be that person on set.”
“So you are going to teach me how to act?”
“Not really. If we do this right, I’m going to teach you how to be you on set, as I was explaining before. I mean, doesn’t it bother how obviously fake people are in porn? The way they talk, their facial expressions, how they moan?” he asked emphatically: this was important to him. He had the same passion that I had, it wasn’t just about money as he had declared. The more I knew him, the more I liked him.
“Yes, but isn’t that part of the genre?” I objected, to see more of this side of him.
“Sure, but we want to do something different, don’t we?”
“Ok, I even agree, but if you want me to be someone different, this persona you are talking about, I’m going to be fake too!” I replied.
He squinted a little as if to study me and then asked:
“Have you ever been in a fetish club?”
Should I have? Come to think of it, my experience with sex had been very standard until then: would this be a problem?
“I have,” he continued as if he didn’t care about my answer, “and once saw a man with a leather dog mask barking, wagging a tail ending in a butt plug and happily scampering to fetch a double dildo that a woman threw on the floor. He was so doglike that I felt compelled to scratch his ears. Guess what day job that man had.”
“He is an important architect, a very serious and well respected man. So how did he manage to be such a believable dog?” he asked me with the same tone a high school teacher might have had.
“Oh, I see, the mask!” I replied, instantly going back to being the student eager to succeed that I used to be.
“Yes and not just any mask, the one he loved!” he further observed “That’s the whole point. I’m going to turn you into a woman you’d love, but never dared, to be.”
My heart began beating faster. Somehow Michelangelo had found a way to make his promise even more alluring.
“Wow, that’s… Wow, but I don’t know who I want to be!” I admitted.
Mikey got up and held out his hand for me to grab:
“No one does, but we are going to figure it out. Let’s go somewhere relaxing.”
I extinguished the cigarette on an ashtray and took his hand.
“Remember the cigarettes, I want you relaxed.”
Deciding to trust him, I fetched those too and followed him outside, by the pool. He quickly removed his shirt and climbed down in the water. I got naked too and did the same: it felt odd not having a bathing suit, as if it really could make a change.
The water was warm and with the sun high in the sky it felt amazing.
“Alright, come here Jeri,” Mikey prompted me, extending his arms.
I felt so happy about my prospects that I hugged him immediately.
“Yeah, that’s very cute, but that’s not what I meant!” he chuckled and then raised me up from my feet. I yelped and found myself floating horizontally in his arms.
“So, let’s start from the past. Tell me about your past, who you are and how you chose this path,” he boomed, with his soothing deep voice, the only sound that managed to penetrate the water invading my ears.
My voice sounded alien to me too when I began recounting my story, from my obsession with porn to the recent changes in my life that had led me to reconsider it completely. When I got to the part of the fight with my parents, he gave me an unexpectedly tender kiss on the forehead and said:
“Yeah, that’s one of the hardest parts of the job. I’m not going to lie to you: I have a lot of experience with parents and loved ones but I never found a way to make it work with certainty. You should be prepared to the fact that you might get estranged from your family.”
Those words bore a hole in my stomach. Not that I didn’t already know all of it, rather I had been living blissfully in denial for more than a month. It’s amazing how disconnected you can be from your reality by just not translating it into words.
Mikey lulled me like that for a while, perhaps to let his message sink. It was me the one who broke the silence, ending my story with my camming efforts.
“Ok, that’s going to be enough for a while. I’m going to need some time to process this. In the meantime, let’s speak about some standard issues. You have a beautiful body, Jeri,” he whispered, trailing my curves with one of his fingers, sending shivers all over my body, “but I would like to make a few small improvements to make it a porn-star body.”
“Yeah, I know, my boobs are too small,” I sighed.
Oddly, he seemed caught by surprise by that answer.
“Well, not necessarily, actually. As I said, we need to do something different and there are a lot of men who like flatter breasts. However, since you immediately brought it up, I assume that it’s you who’s not okay with them?” he asked.
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