OCC: Hi, this thread is about the complicated relationships of pornstars trying to establish and maintain a normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationship while risking the only thing they've got, a stable and lucrative career in a competitive industry.
I will play Shane Orion a 6 ft 2, 225 pound porn star. He stumbled into the business while working as a bartender at a club near many porn studios. Directors were drawn to his intense facial features but in reality he is a softie who lives the anti-porn life in a tiny apartment filled with animals he's rescued from pounds.
evergreen_tea has taken the spot of Anna Miyazaki - a rising Asian-American starlet.
so there is an opening for Clarice Regent - a pornstar, mutual friend of Shane and Anna's, as well as Anna's roommate. Whoever takes her can fill in her description as she sees fit.
and Everett Browning - the director and owner of the studio. His description can be filled in by whoever takes his role as well.
If anyone wants one of these two open roles, go ahead and post, whoever posts first will get them. Thanks
IC:I grimaced as sweat rolled off of my nearly shaven head and dripped into my eye. The dull stinging evolved into fierce burning but my hands were full...literally with a firm yet soft ass, that of Anna . I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back. Other guys in the industry told me they think of everything from baseball to nothing at all to keep their orgasms contained. But I had broken a cardinal rule of the business, I'd gotten attached. I hoped it was just a crush but I knew now wasn't the time to ponder my feelings towards a costar.
I don't know how or when the crush started. One would think in my business relationships would be easy since within minutes of meeting someone I can be banging their brains out. Yet after that I don't know what to say and neither does she. Relationships within the porn business were once common but never anything long term. The shortness of the relationships helped fuel the tabooed general opinion of these "work" relationships.
I stared at her shoulder length black hair as it danced up and down her asian back during thrusts. I couldn't find a split end or one singled hair out of place, even her hair was perfect. Her B cup breasts fit her Asian-American frame perfectly and her big eyes complimented her soft pink lips well. Her soft body reminded many of a teddy bear and had helped get her big break in the "Toybox" and "Stuffed Anyholes" series. I had worked with her in the past but rumors had begun swirling that she was thinking about leaving the studio to pursue a contract at Metro-Hetero. I knew this final scene in "Creamcatcher" may be my only chance.
Anna Miyazaki's gyrations slowed to a gradual halt as with a long moaning gasp she thrust her hips skyward freeing my pleasure-aching cock from her grasp. Her tight pussy had been clamped onto my cock that the momentary to escape was like a gasping breath for it. It throbbed with a pounding pulse. I felt Clarice Regent's small, soft hand grab my slippery juice-glistened shaft and beging stroking. The goal of this scene was to shoot a load of cum high enough in the air that a starlet riding me could catch it. I pushed Clarice's hand away and with ease hoisted Anna's tiny body into the air and slammed her to the mattress. Her head just missed banging into Clarice's. I leaned forward and began stroking my cock to give her a facial but in the confusion she pushed her legs up and my shoulder blades rammed in her high heels. I grunted as my cock head pulsated in my hand. Streams of semen flowed towards her tiny ivory face, jets of it landing in her hair. I studied her reaction closely, she kept her eyes shut, which many men in the business told me meant that the girl had most likely just faked her way through the entire scene.
Clarice looked puzzled. Normally she was a cum slut and would lick the cum off of Anna's face or my cock to clean me up and buffer me to keep me hard for my next scene. I felt a little crushed as I continued stroking myself soft until my head retreated into the safety of my foreskin. Anna rose from the bed quickly and headed to her dressing room without even making eye contact with me.
"Cut!" yelled Everett Browning, the director. I could see he was fuming but I didn't want to deal with him right now.
Clarice could see I was hurt. Perhaps she thought the sweat in my eyes was actually tears. Ashamed, I turned away from her but before I could tie my robe she pushed my foreskin back and said "peek-aboo, I see you!" then planted a soft kiss on my cock head. I smiled "Thanks, you always know how to cheer me up, but I think I should just get out of here before things get ugly."
I will play Shane Orion a 6 ft 2, 225 pound porn star. He stumbled into the business while working as a bartender at a club near many porn studios. Directors were drawn to his intense facial features but in reality he is a softie who lives the anti-porn life in a tiny apartment filled with animals he's rescued from pounds.
evergreen_tea has taken the spot of Anna Miyazaki - a rising Asian-American starlet.
so there is an opening for Clarice Regent - a pornstar, mutual friend of Shane and Anna's, as well as Anna's roommate. Whoever takes her can fill in her description as she sees fit.
and Everett Browning - the director and owner of the studio. His description can be filled in by whoever takes his role as well.
If anyone wants one of these two open roles, go ahead and post, whoever posts first will get them. Thanks
IC:I grimaced as sweat rolled off of my nearly shaven head and dripped into my eye. The dull stinging evolved into fierce burning but my hands were full...literally with a firm yet soft ass, that of Anna . I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back. Other guys in the industry told me they think of everything from baseball to nothing at all to keep their orgasms contained. But I had broken a cardinal rule of the business, I'd gotten attached. I hoped it was just a crush but I knew now wasn't the time to ponder my feelings towards a costar.
I don't know how or when the crush started. One would think in my business relationships would be easy since within minutes of meeting someone I can be banging their brains out. Yet after that I don't know what to say and neither does she. Relationships within the porn business were once common but never anything long term. The shortness of the relationships helped fuel the tabooed general opinion of these "work" relationships.
I stared at her shoulder length black hair as it danced up and down her asian back during thrusts. I couldn't find a split end or one singled hair out of place, even her hair was perfect. Her B cup breasts fit her Asian-American frame perfectly and her big eyes complimented her soft pink lips well. Her soft body reminded many of a teddy bear and had helped get her big break in the "Toybox" and "Stuffed Anyholes" series. I had worked with her in the past but rumors had begun swirling that she was thinking about leaving the studio to pursue a contract at Metro-Hetero. I knew this final scene in "Creamcatcher" may be my only chance.
Anna Miyazaki's gyrations slowed to a gradual halt as with a long moaning gasp she thrust her hips skyward freeing my pleasure-aching cock from her grasp. Her tight pussy had been clamped onto my cock that the momentary to escape was like a gasping breath for it. It throbbed with a pounding pulse. I felt Clarice Regent's small, soft hand grab my slippery juice-glistened shaft and beging stroking. The goal of this scene was to shoot a load of cum high enough in the air that a starlet riding me could catch it. I pushed Clarice's hand away and with ease hoisted Anna's tiny body into the air and slammed her to the mattress. Her head just missed banging into Clarice's. I leaned forward and began stroking my cock to give her a facial but in the confusion she pushed her legs up and my shoulder blades rammed in her high heels. I grunted as my cock head pulsated in my hand. Streams of semen flowed towards her tiny ivory face, jets of it landing in her hair. I studied her reaction closely, she kept her eyes shut, which many men in the business told me meant that the girl had most likely just faked her way through the entire scene.
Clarice looked puzzled. Normally she was a cum slut and would lick the cum off of Anna's face or my cock to clean me up and buffer me to keep me hard for my next scene. I felt a little crushed as I continued stroking myself soft until my head retreated into the safety of my foreskin. Anna rose from the bed quickly and headed to her dressing room without even making eye contact with me.
"Cut!" yelled Everett Browning, the director. I could see he was fuming but I didn't want to deal with him right now.
Clarice could see I was hurt. Perhaps she thought the sweat in my eyes was actually tears. Ashamed, I turned away from her but before I could tie my robe she pushed my foreskin back and said "peek-aboo, I see you!" then planted a soft kiss on my cock head. I smiled "Thanks, you always know how to cheer me up, but I think I should just get out of here before things get ugly."
