Not What I Signed Up For

The world of really... really amateur porn is a rough one. Or at least if my boss Stefanyia was to be believed it was the "hardest thing anyone could ever be doing."

Truth is, it didn't SEEM all that hard... and things seemed to run smoothly. I'd post fliers in the commons at my university, and without fail girls desperate for cash, and guys desperate to fuck those girls, would turn up to audition. Stefaniya and her cousin Masha would sit in a small room with Masha's boyfriend Pyotr and conduct interviews and then set up times for the girls. In all my time at the company I don't think I ever saw a single girl get turned away. Size, shape, race... none of it mattered. Guys though, guys got turned away CONSTANTLY. Stef had a specific aesthetic in mind for her "cattle" as she called them, and most of the guys didn't fit the bill. 

In addition, most of them couldn't actually hang with the job... Lots of them got camera shy, or maybe just shy of being watched because the film set always had six or seven people on it. Stef, Masha and Piyotr of course. Myself and Tori, the jacked as fuck lesbian who helped me move furniture around, and then Clive the camera man/director and Kenna, Clive's on again fling.

This fateful day though... was different. Stef had booked twins for the very first time, and she was absolutely excited for how much money she could make. However, she knew these girls were nervous and she had a limited window before they backed out. Queue the panic... when her stunt cock didn't show up and then didn't answer Stef's calls. She had these twins in makeup already... and no cock for them to suck and fuck. She and Masha are making calls and Clive is bitching up a storm.

Around that time, I headed off to the bathroom to take a piss. The production company was on the second floor of a shady as fuck office building in the run-down part of town. The only other tenant in the entire building was a bail bondsman on the first floor. As such, we had a one of those single bathrooms with just a regular sit-down toilet, but the lock didn't work. I'd offered to replace the door handle but Stef always said that it was a "waste of fucking cash. People are naked all day, why the fuck do we need privacy."

I entered the room and lifted the seat, unzipped and popped it out and let it flow. Over the sound of the stream hitting the water I didn't notice the sound of the door opening and it was only as I was shaking it off that I heard Stef's unmistakable voice.

"Don't put it away. Tis good size, but I need to see it hard. Go on, get hard."

I spun around and standing in the doorway were Stef and Masha, both staring at my dick. I started to speak but Stef cut me off with a quite annoyed "tutting" sound. Stepping in she reached down with those perfectly manicured fingers and wrapped them around my cock. Now, let's talk a bit about Stef for a second... She was older, if memory serves she was in her late 40s at the time. 48 or something like that. However, she'd kept it tight as hell. She had a great rack, a killer ass and a face that was very striking. In addition, she dressed to kill... every single day. Stilleto heels or boots. Mini skirts, crop tops and jacket tops. This woman was hot and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't sometimes pictured fucking her... but I never expected to have her just reach out and start stroking me.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded in a slightly shaky voice as she continued to squeeze and slowly stroke at my hardening cock. It wasn't Stef who spoke though, but Masha who replied from the doorway.

"Seeing if you have nice enough dick to be on camera."

"ON CAMERA?!" I said, my tone even more shocked as Stef... my boss, lifted her hand to lick it and started stroking me again faster.

Masha made a similar tutting sound as Stef had mere moments earlier, "we have those twins... we need cattle for them. You're good looking boy, muscles, nice body. We don't see face anyway (many of the films clive "directed" were POV films, or always shot with the male's face off screen. Stef insisted that it drove business up because other men could "pretend it was them if they didn't see another man's face."

"But I... uh... I..."

Stef stopped stroking then, since by that point I was throbbing at my full length in her hand. Now I'm not going to claim to have some god's gift for a cock between my legs, but I have a pretty decent package and one that I've always been proud of and received compliments on for length, girth and shape. Still, I was surprised when Stef said. 

"Should have done test on you months ago when you were hired. That's a camera cock. Go with Masha, she'll give you tonic, then suck you more so you are super hard, then you can fuck twins. Don't worry, you'll get paid."

I blinked... totally flabbergasted at what I was being told. But Masha grabbed my arm and started pulling me to the office and despite my fears I couldn't deny that my cock was absolutely throbbing. I'd seen lots of these shoots in the five months that I'd worked here, and had numerous times thought "I could fuck that girl better than that," or "my cock's bigger than that." And here it was... my chance to prove it.

Masha pulled me into her office, took a water bottle out of her mini fridge and poured some sort of packet into it. "Tonic, for stamina," she said and then insisted I drink it. It was, and to this day is, one of the foulest things I've ever consumed... but she was very firm about me drinking every lost drop. Then she pulled off her top and dropped to her knees.

Stef was the classy ukranian bombshell but older. Masha was easily 12-15 years Stef's junior and was definitively trashy. Slut is easily the best word to describe her. She was very, plump but not to an unpelasant degree... but the best part about Masha was that she didn't give a fuck. She carried herself with the confidence of three women and dressed however she pleased.  She flirted outrageously with men, even in front of Piyotr... and so when she peeled her top off of those absolutely massive tits and hit her knees I didn't even think about how weird it was that one of my bosses, who was the cousin of my main boss and the girlfriend of my other boss... was about to suck my cock.

She sucked, and she sucked. It wasn't pretty, but god it felt amazing. She was an expert... and took me to the brink quickly, and then like a tactical assassin, she ruined me. I dribbled out into her hand and licked it clean, even as I moaned. I'd never been ruined before at it was something else entirely... she laughed as she licked up my cum and then dove down onto my cock again. Sucking it harder. 

I began to feel weird, and as I'd learn over the next few years of working as a talent for this company, that was the strange ukranian herbal blend that I'd had to drink kicking in. I could feel my cock getting heavier and somehow number. It looked thicker, and a much deeper color. Turns out this was some sort of herbal viagra and when Masha was content with the size and color of my cock she kissed it on the tip and walked stood up.

"I probably won't suck you again, this is usually your job to get ready. So treasure that." She said and then without bothering to put her top back on she headed out to the green room to get the pair of twins and get them into position. (as it turns out that was a lie, Masha would suck me off MANY times throughout the next four years...)

Now, despite my lack of stimulation at that point, I wasn't softening. Not only was I a virile 19 year old who was incredibly riled up... but the herbal concoction definitely doing its job. My cock was thicker than normal and I could feel my pulse pounding through it. It was oddly insensitive to the touch, but still felt good to run my fingers over.

About five minutes later Clive and Masha called my name and told me to come into studio A.... but that's another story.