Tales of an Amateur Pornographer

This story is fiction:

I was twenty, married to a beautiful woman, and trying to start my career as a film director. I’d finished film school, which left me high and dry, but at least I was on my way in following my life long dream. For five years I worked in the film industry, working with some of the best actors in the world today. 

Five years later I was twenty-five, I had successfully worked my way up the latter in becoming an accomplished Assistant Director. The money was decent, the job fun but demanding at times, everything was going well except one problem… I wasn’t directing. 

My life long dream to direct and create stories seemed further away than ever. I needed a change, a fresh start. But could I risk changing my career after building it to where it was especially in such a high-risk industry? I contemplated the thought for a few months until I met this actor on set who changed my life. 

We were up late waiting for a special effects gag to be rigged, sitting in his trailer eating sushi, talking about movies, life, it was great. This particular actor had worked in the industry a longtime, with some of the most elite directors in the field. I told him my woes he told me his, but as he was called to set, we stood and started to make our way when he stopped me and said. 

"If you want to be a director, don’t waste your time here, working your way up a latter for ten years so you can maybe direct episodic shit. Go out and direct. Fail. Fail five times if you have to, but you control your life, your path, your destiny. Don’t wait for a union to say its time, you know it’s your time." 

As he left the trailer it made sense, I had to take the step. I’d spent the five years in the film industry writing on the side. Hoping that one day to film my work. As I shopped scripts around the general response was. "Sell something first then come talk to us!" Or "Spend the next ten years perfecting the art then come back and show us a portfolio!" I didn’t have ten years, I’d already wasted five.

My wife had a good job so financially we were getting by. And she was so supportive of my dreams that it broke my heart every time I was rejected. Until one day I came up with the idea of the century. 

It came to me when I was up late one night watching this teen queen try and sell me a package that supposedly could make me rich by putting tiny ads in newspapers. Now before you ask, once you’re married the home shopping channel, the Sears catalogue, Cosmo, they all become surprisingly erotic again.

Well it hit me. I decided to put an ad in the local paper which read, ADULT FILMMAKER FOR HIRE. If you and your lover fantasize about being filmed like the experts, email inquiries at so and so .com.

I didn’t tell my wife, was it a mistake? Maybe! I didn’t feel like I was doing anything wrong, I mean it’s not like I’m bopping any of the clients. I explained to my wife that I was heading back to the Assistant Directing world, which incidentally became the perfect cover, an occupation built on eighteen-hour days. 

And so began my life as a private pornographer…enjoy. 

"Chapter 1"
Yuki and the Sunshine band

I received my first e-mail two days after the ad ran in the paper. This young Asian princess Yuki, who explained in her e-mail that her boyfriend had told her to contact me. The first thing she asked was how much the whole deal would cost. I hadn’t thought about how much to charge, but I had no real guideline to go by. I responded by simply asking what they wanted and waited for a response. 

A few hours later she replied explaining her boyfriend wanted to act out a role-play fantasy in which she would play the role of a whore. We worked out the financial details and I explained that she would get a finished edited tape with complete soundtrack, my word that no copies or duplicates were made, as well as my promise for complete client customer confidentiality. And that would remain my oath with every client, which I never broke. 

I arrived at the small apartment around four-o’clock in the afternoon. Yuki’s boyfriend Sing answered the door. He was in his late thirties, Thai, about five-foot seven, dressed in trendy clothing, and couldn’t speak a word of English. In the background, Casey and the Sunshine Band played loud. We shook hands and he helped me bring my gear into the apartment.

I looked around for Yuki but there was no sign of her. Especially awkward when you have soft-core rock playing and a guy that doesn’t can’t understand you. The bathroom door opened and out walked Yuki. Wearing a vibrant pair of purple latex thigh high boots, sexy purple lace panties with matching lace bra, and makeup that I could only describe as rave like. She was a knockout in every sense of the word. 

She must’ve been seventeen, maybe eight-teen. We said our hellos and I began setting up my gear in their bedroom. Sing made me a cup of tea while I lit the room. As I was lighting Yuki came in and asked me how she looked. "Absolutely beautiful." I said feeling a little uncomfortable with just her and me in the bedroom. 

I would’ve fucked her in a second, her skin, her eyes, the outfit, but something told me Sing would open up a can of whoop ass, Sonny Chiba style.

As I watched Yuki lean against the wall lightly touching her body I could pick up enough of a vibe that she was thinking dirty thoughts. She took her right hand index finger and slipped it down into her panties. I watched in complete agony, wishing the circumstances were different. I could hear her wet lips puckering as she fiddled with herself. I heard the kettle boil in the other room, which I recall thinking that was irony. Yuki slid her finger out and took a few steps towards me. Rubbing her left hand along my chest, she slid her wet finger right in my mouth. 

It was exquisite. The flavor, taste, concept, I almost shot a load right there. I heard Sing coming towards the door and quickly Yuki slipped her finger out of my mouth and said. "You ready?" Sing got to the door. "All set." I replied nervous and ready to get this show on the road. 

I took the camera and asked if they had a script in mind or did they just want to fuck. Yuki looked at her boyfriend and turned back to me with a smile. "Just fuck." To which I replied. "Whenever your ready." 

Sing pushed Yuki down on the bed. He took his right hand and slid it under her panties stroking her thigh and shifting her over onto all fours to feel her ass. He ripped the panties right off her hard causing her legs to tremble for a few moments. He shoved a finger in her rather rough, almost like he’d never done it before. Yuki moaned as the instant smell was a delight to work in. 

Sing spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva all over her wet twat and ass. Making a peace sign with two fingers, he drove both of them into a hole. He liked the camera, occasionally looking at it and smiling. He even waved a few times. It might have been me, but I think he was more intrigued by my camera than his princess but I could’ve been wrong.

I moved to the front of Yuki as she had her head down on the mattress moaning hard. Sing began pulling his belt off. I thought he was getting ready to shove his dick in her but to my surprise he just wanted the belt. Folding the way a principal in the early forties may have done, he slapped her hard in the ass causing her to yell. 

She screamed in her native language but I had no clue what the hell she was saying. SLAP! SLAP! I watched as her ass got bright red. Sing began yelling back at her but it wasn’t in English so it was hard translate. If I had to guess it was something like whore and slut. 

Sing pulled his cock out, and yes… the rumors are true. Now the come-on by Yuki when we were alone began to make sense. He shoved his cock in her ass and pulled her hair back hard. Yuki’s face was right in the camera and again Sing waved a few times. 

Yuki and I got caught in each other’s eyes a few times and we definitely had a connection. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!. I thought the sound was my camera but it turned out to be Sing’s pager. He pulled out of Yuki and went into the other room. I stopped recording as Yuki caught her breath, rolling over onto her back. 

It was a great sight, watching her sweaty exhausted face fight for a breath below me. She smiled and I smiled back. I heard Sing get on the phone and call the person back. "Sit." Yuki said patting the bed. I wanted to but I thought it might be too risky. She got on her knees and put one hand on my leg. Looking up at me so innocent it was wild. She felt my bulge through my pants then looked to see where Sing was. 

She began unzipping my pants. I didn’t stop her I was to busy watching the door for Sing. She pulled my 9.5 cut cock out and rubbed it on her face, kissing it a few times. It was rock solid. She licked up my shaft and began sucking me fast and hard. I used the tripod to balance my self as she took my shaft straight down her throat. She even tried to stuff my sack in her mouth, which felt incredible. She gagged once loud and I freaked thinking Sing would hear.

She pulled me out of her mouth and a huge saliva string clung from her tongue to the tip of my dick. She again rubbed my cock along her face and began tonguing my piss slit. The sensation became too much and I erupted hard. Cum splashed on her face and in her mouth. Load after load pumped out as she tried to get her mouth on my cock to drink. I finished and quickly stuffed my cock back in my pants.