First Porno Shoot
Back when I was still working at the Night Club, the owner and “my” bartender were shooting porn with the girls. They recruited the performers through classified ads, because the owner had a policy of not involving club staff in his side ventures. So I didn’t even know the people who were earning extra money by doing the shoots. Secretly, though, I dreamed of the chance to try something like that. Once, during a small party at the club, I asked “my” bartender if I could ever attend one of their shoots as a passive spectator—I was curious to see how the whole thing actually worked. He promised to talk to the owner about it and let me know. I was happy about his promise, even though I didn’t really hold out much hope that he’d go through with it. Ever since I was young, I’d regularly masturbate to porn, and the idea of being in the place of some of the actresses turned me on. That strange feeling—that someone would be watching me have sex while jerking off—excited me. Sure, a few guys have taken pictures of me for their own pleasure, but this is something completely different. I was hopeful that maybe it would work out. And it did! One Saturday morning, as I was finishing up, the bartender came to see me in the shower and told me that the owner had no objections and that if I was still interested, they’d be shooting something in fourteen days. I was pleasantly surprised and looked forward to experiencing something new again. Those fourteen days felt endless. I kept wondering how it would all play out. The day before the shoot, I took the day off from the club so I’d be a little more rested, but I still couldn’t sleep that night—I was so excited and nervous at the same time. I tried to relax by masturbating repeatedly, hoping I’d fall asleep. I finally managed to doze off, and the doorbell woke me up. It was the bartender who had come to pick me up. “Hi, I’m waiting downstairs,” came the voice over the intercom. “Oh my, please hold on a second,” I replied, scrambling to get ready. I rushed to the bathroom, took a shower, put on some makeup, threw on a mini skirt and a blouse, grabbed my purse, and ran to the car. “Finally! I thought I was going to fall asleep here!” he grumbled gruffly. “Sorry, things were a little complicated for me today,” I replied.
We arrived at the location. In the apartment where everything was taking place, there were about ten people milling about, and the bartender introduced me to them one by one. The apartment was filled with the aroma of coffee, alcohol, cigarettes, perfume, and the distinct scent of sex. All these sensual stimuli were familiar to me, and compared to the club, I didn’t notice any major differences—except for the lighting, which wasn’t exactly pleasant. I grabbed a drink and watched the preparations for the shoot. They were going to film something with a light BDSM theme. That’s not really my thing, but the fact that I got to be there was enough for me. Everyone was talking about who would be where, what they would be doing, and what their role would be. I noticed that the owner and the bartender were getting upset in the corner and constantly calling someone. From their conversation, I gathered that someone hadn’t shown up and they couldn’t get in touch with her. I finished my drink and went to the kitchen to get another one to lift my spirits, when the bartender caught up with me and took me aside. “We have a little problem,” he began to explain cautiously, “one of the girls didn’t show up, and it’s important to have her in that shot. We’re about to film a lesbian show, and if she doesn’t show up by then, I’m supposed to ask you if you’d be willing to step in for her. Think it over and let me know,” he explained the whole situation to me and went to get ready for the shoot. I stood there stunned and completely forgot where I’d been going. I had mixed feelings about it—on the one hand, I’d like to try it, but on the other, I was afraid of it. In the kitchen, I had another shot to give myself some courage and decided to go for it. For the time being, I went to watch the lesbian scene that was being filmed. I stood nearby and took in the atmosphere around me. It reassured me that everything was going so peacefully and smoothly, and that if something didn’t go right, they’d just calmly do it again.
Just then, one of the naked guys came up behind me and started stroking my ass. “So, apparently we might end up fucking,” he whispered lewdly in my ear as he hiked up my skirt. “I don’t know—maybe your partner will show up yet,” I replied, feeling his throbbing cock against my thigh. “And I have no idea what I’m actually supposed to do. No one’s told me anything yet,” I added. “Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it. This colleague here and you are lovers. She’s terribly jealous of you and can’t stand it when anyone looks at you or even touches you. That’s why we’ll chain her to the cross, and she’ll have to watch us have sex with you. And you, since you don’t want to, will be chained to the goat, and we’ll take turns playing with you.” “Just a quick overview,” he explained my role in a nutshell, all the while keeping his hand on my ass. Quite the opposite, in fact—his mischievous fingers tried several times to explore a spot that had remained untouched so far today. “Well, thank you very much for the explanation,” I replied, and to make it clear that I wasn’t some prude, I spread my legs slightly and let his fingers reach my slit, which had started to tingle mischievously as I watched the two actresses. He got the hint right away, and I could already feel his fingers at the bottom of my satin panties. I thought he just wanted to spice up his viewing of the scene and get himself aroused at the same time, but he slyly slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties, groping around my clit. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but I liked his intention. I reached under my panties, spread my labia, and guided his finger to my most sensitive spot. I let him play while I watched the delightful scene of the girls going at it together. That pig was really turning up the heat, running his finger back and forth right over my clit. My knees started to buckle and I wanted to moan, but I had to hold myself together and stay quiet. Watching two horny lesbians and getting jerked off at the same time was a bit too much, and within a moment I came in his hand. “You’re a pretty little minx,” he said as he pulled his wet hand out of my sticky crotch. “You’re not supposed to be naughty,” I replied. I was in a good mood and horny. Secretly, I wished his partner wouldn’t show up so I could take her place. I headed to the kitchen for a snack and heard from the other room that the filming of the lesbian scene was already wrapping up. Everyone had already started chatting loudly and evaluating their performances. A moment later, the bartender came up to me and asked what I’d decided so they could continue. I told him I’d give it a try, but that they couldn’t expect miracles from me the first time around—it was a completely new experience for me. “That’s totally understandable! If it doesn’t work out, we’ll just do it again—it’s no big deal! Just try to act naturally and don’t look at the camera! If something’s wrong or something bothers you, just give us a sign and we’ll stop right away. Same goes for us. You can totally relax,” he explained with a smile, and you could tell a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “My colleague here will explain your role and what’s expected of you,” he said, pointing to his colleague, whose hand still smelled of my pussy. “We’ve already gotten to know each other a little,” I replied and went to the bathroom to apply a bit more makeup and fix my hair. On my way back, I went through the kitchen, which was apparently the main hub, since there were snacks there.
After a moment, we moved to a second, larger room, which didn’t exactly strike me as a pleasant place. The walls were covered with equipment for BDSM practices, including a restraint cross, and in the middle of the room stood a bondage bench and a large cage. It wasn’t exactly the kind of setting that put me in the mood for sex. The girl playing my jealous lover was strapped to the cross, and I lay down on the stirrup. I placed my legs on the stirrups, and the bartender strapped me in at the calves. Everything was really very gentle and non-coercive. I lay there spread-eagled, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next. Standing nearby were three men of different ages, discussing something with the owner. The youngest might have just turned eighteen; the second, whom I’d already had the pleasure of meeting, was around thirty-five; and the oldest was about sixty. It was a pretty wild group. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, I’ll fix it,” I heard from the group and saw the owner walking toward me. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have to spread your legs wider so the guys have more room!” he told me, and began loosening the screws on the supports and moving them farther apart. He spread me so wide that my labia parted. Now I couldn’t even move! It was bizarre and exciting at the same time. I lay motionless, staring at the ceiling. “All right, let’s do this!” a voice called out from somewhere, and a wave of heat washed over me. I could feel sweat breaking out all over my body, and at the same time I was getting wet down there, when suddenly the youngest of the guys approached my V-shape—which now looked more like a straight line—knelt down beneath the bench, and began licking my thighs wildly, moving on to my labia, and finally my pussy. His tongue plunged deep into my hole, as if he wanted to lick me out completely from the inside, while gently tugging at my labia. Just then, the older guy approached from the side and started groping my breasts, rubbing my nipples, and caressing my stomach. Every now and then, he’d grab his cock and rub it against my face. The third guy was standing by the cross where my lover was chained, gently whipping her with a leather whip. There was no violence involved, but it was all so perverse and uncomfortably pleasurable. Even though I had very mixed feelings about it, the young guy licked me to orgasm. He stood up and walked over to a table where various sex toys and lubricants were stacked. He squeezed a generous amount of gel into his palm and rubbed it all over my pussy and ass. He used the rest to lube up his cock, jerked off over me for a moment, and then the head of his cock touched my back hole. Instinctively, I clenched my butt cheeks together, but I was so stretched out that it didn’t really work. Suddenly, he pulled back unexpectedly, shoved a finger into my ass, and with gentle movements prepared my hole for his cock. Meanwhile, his old colleague was alternately sucking on my nipples and perversely rubbing his limp cock against my face. Occasionally, he leaned over me and tried to kiss me, which I didn’t return. But I could tell he needed a little stimulation, so I mustered up the courage, turned my head to the side, and licked the tip of his glans with the tip of my tongue. Down below, the young guy must have realized he was going to get inside me; he pulled his fingers out and slowly slid his cock into my ass. I expected him to stop halfway, but he clearly had no intention of doing so and thrust it all the way in to the hilt! I cried out in pleasure, and the moment my mouth was open, the old guy took advantage of it, held my head, and shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I swallowed the whole thing, right down to his balls, and focused on the young guy in my ass, because I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to pee. He held me by the hips and thrust so deep that he was hitting my bladder. From the way he was thrusting, I could tell he was about to finish. He grabbed my legs and thrust so hard that I couldn’t hold it anymore; I lost control and spontaneously peed all over him. I expected him to stop filming, but nothing like that happened. It spurted out of me for about a minute, and droplets bouncing off his body sprayed the whole area. Some of it even landed on my trembling body and on my perverted coworker, who finally got really turned on by it and started getting into it. He slammed my head against his hairy crotch a few more times, pulled it out of my mouth, and came all over my lips. Then he started licking his cum off my lips and shoving his tongue into my mouth. I was so out of it that I wasn’t resisting anymore. Then he wiped himself off on me and stepped out of the shot. At that moment, the young guy pulled his cock out of my ass and took his old colleague’s place. He pulled my head to the edge of the bed, straddled me, and started jerking off, while I licked his piss-soaked balls from below; meanwhile, the rest of the unlicked cum was dripping down my face, past my ear, and onto my neck. The guy by the cross, who’d been whipping my lover, didn’t waste any time; he squeezed between my spread thighs and started fucking my pussy. While he was fucking me, the old guy untied her from the cross, thinking he’d get some action, but she locked him in a cage as punishment. The young guy couldn’t hold back any longer and started spraying my face with a hot load. He was jerking off so fiercely that his cum was flying all the way into my hair. Then he climbed up onto the bench behind me, straddled me, grabbed his dick, and started pissing all over me! I realized this was payback for my cumshot, and with my eyes closed, I accepted this cute punishment. He peed for a long time, aiming it so that not a single dry spot remained on me. He even shook it off thoroughly onto me before climbing down. My lover immediately caught him and locked him in the old man’s cage. Then she leaned toward me and kissed my wet lips. Meanwhile, my guy had been pounding me the whole time until I could no longer feel my pussy. My legs were completely numb, and I just lay there like an inflatable doll. I’d even stopped noticing the camera and what was going on around me. She caressed me while smearing the cum from those two perverts all over my cheeks and lips. She licked another load off my neck, then slid herself underneath the guy from the front and started licking my ass from below. Only then did I relax a little, and the orgasms started coming. My moans drove the guy wild! He used his fingers to pull back the foreskin on my clit and expose it so it stuck out as much as possible, gently squeezed it, pulled his cock out of me, and shot his load all over it. He wiped it off on my trembling thighs and willingly went to join his buddies. My lover was waiting with her tongue sticking out right under my hole, waiting for his cum to drip onto her tongue. Then she slowly licked her way across my fucked-up labia all the way to my clit, licked around it, and started sucking on it with her soft lips. My pussy went wild, and in a moment I was done. She pulled her lips away from my pussy, stood up, and untied me from the goat. I thought that was the end of the scene, but she walked over to the table with the toys and picked up a cute vibrator, which she coated with a generous amount of lube. She came back between my legs—which I hadn’t had time to close yet—and shoved it into my hole until I arched my back. With one hand, she fucked me hard with it, and with the other, she stripped off my stocking. She tossed it at me, grabbed my pussy, and started licking it from every angle, sliding her tongue between my fingers. All the while, she eagerly watched my reactions on my face, and when she saw I was getting close, she yanked it out abruptly and slapped my pussy, saying, “Finish yourself off, you unfaithful bitch!” I obeyed her immediately and started fingering myself! “I’m almost there, I’m almost there,” I blurted out, my fingers fucking my unsatisfied pussy.
After I finished fingering myself, I lay there exhausted and limp, waiting to see what would happen next. I needed a drink to cool off. Luckily, the scene was already over. I slid down to the edge of the bar, stayed seated, and saw the owner and the bartender coming toward me. “Well, I don’t know what to say,” the owner began. “Have you ever filmed before?” he asked. “No, this was my first time,” I replied. “You exceeded my expectations and put all my fears to rest. You were completely natural, and you almost convinced even me that you weren’t acting. We got it in one take, and that rarely happens. If you ever feel like filming something again, I’d love to have you back on our team!” he said and walked away. “You were really good,” added the bartender, who had been standing nearby, just nodding along. “And I’m really glad I brought you here. Come on, let’s go get a drink,” he took my hand, helped me down from the goat, and we headed to the kitchen for a refreshment. “Wait, I need to take a shower and freshen up first,” I objected. “No problem, we’re used to that here—it’s not like a club,” he said with a laugh. “And if you want, you don’t have to go to work tonight. I talked it over with the owner, and he didn’t object at all,” he added. That was a very welcome piece of news, because I was really tired and probably wouldn’t have been able to last there until morning without any sleep. After a light snack, I freshened up a bit, and the bartender drove us home. At home, I slipped into a hot bath and reflected on my first porn experience, even though it wasn’t exactly what I’d imagined for my first time. I filmed with them a few more times, and to this day I have no idea where those recordings actually ended up. If you happen to come across my porn somewhere, please let me know—I’d love to watch it again.
