PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans

by Joseph, Fabiola;L. Ramsey, Matthew

  “What did you think of Breeze?” she asked me, as my eyes darted back to hers from her double Ds.

  “Oh, he was okay, much nicer than the other guy I met at SLICK Productions.”

  “Well, stay away from him, he’s mine. It’s been three years and I almost have a ring on this finger. The last thing I need is for some mixed bitch to come in here and fuck with my shit.”

  Tanya held up her left hand showing me an empty ring finger.

  “You do know that we are about to—.”

  “Yeah, I know, but you mean nothing to him. Just because you’re about to suck his cock doesn’t mean shit. If it doesn’t have to do with work then I don’t want to ever see you near him. Understand?”

  While Tanya halfway intimidated me, we were joined by a black girl who stood by the door with her hands on her hips. She let out a healthy laugh once Tanya stopped talking.

  “Girl, please, ain’t nobody thinking about Breeze. I am so sick of this tired ass speech that you feel that you have to give all the new girls. Plus, if we really wanted him, you wouldn’t still have him.”

  I let out a small chuckle while I watched DeeDee Delight in action. She had a fast tongue and wasn’t afraid to use it. I took a liking to her right away.

  “All you bitches want Breeze and you know it. I can’t turn my back without one of you tramps jumping on his lap or getting in his face,” Tanya said, as she towered over DeeDee. But that didn’t scare her. She stood her ground against many women that did more than just pop their gums like Tanya was doing.

  “Well, it’s kind of hard to tell your boss no when he’s the one asking for it after hours, know what I mean? Maybe your white ass doesn’t have enough ass to keep a man like him,”

  DeeDee said, as she turned around and shook her ass like Tanya only wished she could.

  “Plus, maybe you should be having this conversation with him, if he doesn’t replace you first.”

  By then, Tanya’s once white porcelain skin was now turning red with anger.

  “Fuck you, bitch,” Tanya said, as she stormed out of the locker room.

  “Hi, I’m DeeDee Delight,” she said, while shaking my hand. Tanya’s outburst meant nothing to her; it wasn’t the first or the last time that it would happen. I told her my name as she gave me the once over.

  “You’re cute and all of that, but the name has got to go.”

  “Well, I haven’t really thought about a stage name yet.”

  “Don’t worry, Breeze will give you one. He always comes up with one during or after his test drive,” DeeDee said, laughing.

  “Well, I’m going to let you get ready. And remember, don’t pay that white ho no mind. She’s just lucky that the right bitch hasn’t come along forcing the Breeze to blow the other way.”

  Getting ready to do something that makes you nervous is always the hard part. Before you bring yourself to do it, your mind plays so many tricks on you that you start to think that you’re insane. I was starting to think that taking my time in the shower wasn’t such a good idea. It gave me time to think about my mother and father. What would they think? Could they really deal with me being a porn star? Could I wake up in the morning and not think of myself as trash? Maybe I couldn’t.

  “I’m ready for you, honey,” a voice called from the door. She told me that her name was Kayla and that’s she was from hair and make-up. I grabbed my things and hurried downstairs with her. Anymore time alone in that locker room would have had me heading home in tears.

  “Hi, I’m Jasmine,” I said as I extended my hand. She took it and brought the palm of my hand close to her face.

  “What a big heart you have, but you must be very careful. There may be an incident in your future that could leave you lost and damaged.”

  I looked down at my hand and saw nothing.

  “Don’t worry, honey; at least, I see big money coming your way.”

  “So what’s better, a sense of self or money?”

  I waited as she thought about it. Because I didn’t know the answer for myself, I was eager to hear her opinion.

  “Different strokes for different folks, honey. I have made my choices and you will have to make your own. That’s just how life works. Now, sit down before Breeze comes down here.”

  Kayla did my makeup as we made small talk. She never did give me an outright answer to my question, but she did tell me a little bit about herself. She told me that she tried the porn thing, but that it really wasn’t for her. She laughed her way through her story of Breeze’s father test driving her.

  “The trick is to picture the man that gave you the best orgasm that you ever had. Close your eyes if you have to and just let it take over your body.”

  I stayed quiet as she spoke. I wasn’t going to let her in on my little secret yet. No need to have her laugh behind my back and let everyone know how inexperienced I was.

  Before I knew it, I was being turned around to face myself. At least, I thought it was me.

  “First time seeing yourself in this much makeup, huh? Well, this is porn makeup. Get used to it.”

  I sat and stared at myself, trying to find the real me. The only thing that looked the same was my eyes; other than that, I was void of my old self. I thought, hey, maybe I could use this to my advantage.

  “If you think that this is something, wait ‘til you’re pumped full of silicone and your hair is dyed jet black or platinum blonde.”

  “That will never happen. My 32 Bs are all right with me. Plus, men have always liked my breasts the way they are,” I answered, with all of the conviction I had in my body.

  “Yeah, that’s what they all say, then, less than a year later, you all look like manufactured Barbies. Anyways, it looks like it’s show time,” Kayla said, as she pointed to the green light that was aglow at her station.

  “Just remember to close your eyes and picture the man of your dreams.”

  With Kayla’s words in mind, I forced my legs to move and take the steps to the future that I had paved for myself.

  *****

  I stood behind the double doors with clammy and shaky hands. I wiped them on the skimpy outfit that was given to me and took in a deep breath. I could hear Mr. Breeze asking about my whereabouts, and although I knew that it was show time, I couldn’t convince myself to push them open.

  “Will someone go see about that damn girl?” I heard him semi-scream. Not wanting to draw more attention to myself by having someone come after me, I took in a deep breath and walked through the doors. Although I didn’t know who I was about to be, I knew that she wasn’t going to be me, and that she was going to be able to fuck and suck off anyone that came her way.

  “We were starting to think that you didn’t have the balls or, should I say, the tits to come out here and do this,” Breeze said, as I opened my eyes and studied what looked like a well-built warehouse. Everything was sectioned off into its own space. They had four different stages that were interchangeable to suit whatever scene they were filming. On the far left, was a glass room that was filled with sex toys, lube, outfits, whips, and anything that you may have needed to make a bad ass adult movie.

  “Where in the hell did you get that outfit, the dollar store?” Tanya asked, as she sat on the side of the stage, as if she was the queen of the porno kingdom.

  “It’s better than the trash that was given to you for your first run,” DeeDee said as she walked over to me.

  “You’ll be on this set today. It should make things easier since it looks like a real bedroom,” DeeDee told me as we walked over to the beautifully decorated set. Everything looked new and expensive. Way better than that low budget set they had at SLICK Productions.

  “Okay, people, let’s clear the set. If you don’t have to be here, then get the hell out.”

  “That means you, too, skyscraper.”

  I let out a little laugh as DeeDee referred to Tanya’s height. But, she didn’t move. Tanya looked over at Breeze and he gave her the okay to stay. Once DeeDee saw this,
she decided that she wasn’t leaving either.

  Breeze took my hand and we made our way to the zebra print lounging chair. He took off his robe and revealed a smooth chest and black boxers. It was then that I really noticed his looks. He was 5’10” with a swimmer’s build. His body was perfect and his hair, long and full of curls, was slicked back. His face was as smooth as a baby’s ass, making him look like he was still in his early twenties instead of his real age, which was 33. His skin was light, but held a natural beige hue. Judging by the texture of his hair, the fullness of his lips, and the swag in his step, I knew that he was mixed with something.

  Breeze told one of the crewmen to dim the lights and turn the cameras on. I turned to him with confusion on my face.

  “I thought that this wasn’t going to be taped?”

  “No, I said that it wouldn’t be sold, I film everything that I am in. Don’t worry, it’s just so that I can go back and watch it. If it turns me on to the point that I want to jerk off, then you’re in.”

  Since there is no way for me to know if this was proper procedure, once again, I said fuck it. There was no turning back now.

  “Should I take this off?” I asked, as I tugged on my outfit.

  “No, I’ll take it off once I’m ready. Why don’t we just start off with you on my lap?”

  I did what was asked of me as I looked around the warehouse. All eyes were on me and that wasn’t going to change. It was as if everyone was waiting for the two sideshow freaks to perform.

  “Just close your eyes and enjoy my touch,” Breeze said, as his fingers slid up my stomach and gripped my breast. He wrapped his fingers around my nipple and rolled it slowly. It hardened under his touch, loosening me up a bit. I leaned my back into his chest and melted into it.

  “Yeah, that’s right, Jazzy. Make that kitty wet for Breeze.”

  His touch, along with just the smell of him, turned me on. It was sweet, yet masculine. His voice was like silk. I could feel his hands moving up my thigh and I spread my legs just a little to let him in, but he took his time. He kept his hand on my breast as he massaged the inside of my thigh.

  “Oh, Jazzy, you’re just so soft and pretty, you’re almost like a doll. Can I make you feel good, Jazzy? Can I make that pussy purr?”

  At that point, he had me. He probably could have asked me to eat shit and I would have said yes. To answer him, I just turned around and kissed him. I didn’t know how I was supposed to kiss him. I didn’t know if there was such a thing called a porn kiss or if I should have kissed him the nasty way that I saw in all of the adult films that I had studied. You know the ones where their tongues are doing some kind of sickening tongue fight. That was never a turn-on for me, so I kissed him my way, with as much emotion that I could muster for that moment. Just because I had never experienced an orgasm before didn’t mean that I had never loved before, so that’s who I pictured-my first love. Breeze must have liked it because he kissed me back just as softly as I had done to him.

  By the time his hands were in the panties that I had on, I was feeling things that were new to me. My body was damn near shaking as he rubbed my clit and kissed me. My body moved with every stroke of his hand and small moans escaped my lips in the midst of our kiss. In the middle of my sexual awakening, Breeze pulled away as he felt me getting too close to the point of no return.

  “Slow down, Jazzy, don’t lose control yet. This is porn, baby.”

  “What is she some sort of virgin? Bitch is about to pop from a stroke of the hand,” Tanya said, as she let out a long, condescending laugh. It was cut short with just one stern look from Breeze.

  “If you have anything else to say, you might as well leave. I called for quiet on the set and you heard that, didn’t you?”

  There was no reason for her to answer; we knew she heard it, as we all did.

  “You’re doing wonderfully, baby, just hold back a bit. Maybe we should move to the bed.”

  I was barely looking at him now. That bitch Tanya fucked up my groove. Now all I could think of was my inexperience. Feeling the tension creep back into my body, Breeze whispered sweet words into my ears as we slid into the bed.

  “Don’t feel too bad, you had me on the verge of fucking losing it, too. See?” he said as he slipped my hand in his boxers making me feel his rock hard dick that was wet with pre-cum.

  Knowing not to give me any more time to think, he plunged his lips unto mine and we picked up right where we left off. I closed my eyes to avoid watching the camera men who surrounded me. Fifteen minutes into his finger action, he was ready to undress me. As he pulled my skimpy outfit off, it hit me that this wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. I almost liked it and didn’t mind feeling this way, either. Once Breeze had me completely naked, although it was a minor change, he noticed it, too. It seemed as though I was somehow more available to him now, more inviting. He looked down at my body and admired it. A beautiful body to him was always like a piece of rare art. He watched my firm breasts and hardened nipples and had to have them in his mouth, and I couldn’t wait. He lowered his head and licked me from my neck to my chest. To him, my breasts tasted like honey, and to me, his mouth felt wet and warm. My moans grew louder as he worked his way lower. When he reached my belly button, I wondered if he was going to be the first man to ever give me head. I had dreamed about this for years, but could never bring myself to let anyone do it. Every time a man would head down that way, I always made sure to bring him back up. I never wanted them to come so close to the lips down there, but today, I was damn near pushing Breeze’s head in that direction.

  “Yeah, eat that pussy, baby,” I heard someone say.

  “Eat that kitty real good, daddy,” I heard again.

  “Don’t worry, Jazzy; this is what I do best.”

  It wasn’t until I heard Breeze’s answer that I realized that those nasty words came out of my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck, Breeze; yeah that’s it, right there!” I screamed as his wet, warm tongue invaded my cave.

  If only I could describe the feeling that came over me. To this day, it may still be beyond words. My body was on fire and I didn’t want anyone to put it out. I felt the caress of a man and discovered what true pleasure was, and that will never be taken from me.

  His tongue flickered so fast on my clit that I thought that it was a vibrator. He reached up and rubbed my nipples just as fast as his tongue played with my pussy. It got to the point that it was so good that I thought that if he didn’t stop, I was going to lose my mind. I tried to close my legs around his neck, but he just pushed them back further then what they were before. There I was, spread eagle, pussy out for the world to see and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to stop and keep going at the same time.

  “Oh, God, please stop, wait, right there, yeah that’s it, don’t stop!” I screamed out in a confused, lust filled rage. By then, I was holding my legs damn near behind my ears and was shoving Breeze’s face into my dripping wet cunt. That’s when things started to get fuzzy. Little red dots danced around the room and everyone’s face turned into one. It seemed as if all of the blood rushed out of my brain and flowed down between my legs. My body shook violently under the sensations that overtook it.

  “Goddamn, goddamn, I have got to get into that pussy,” Breeze said, as my bodily fluids squirted all over his face. I lay there, wondering how he could have been turned on after having me piss in his face. Not knowing that it was cum and not pee, I thought for sure that this whole experience was over. But it wasn’t, Breeze kept his word and slid the whole 10 inches of half-black, half-Italian dick into my cum-filled hole. The liquid from my body lubricated his shaft as he slowly moved in and out of me.

  “This is some good ass pussy, man. Wet, tight, and deep,” Breeze said, into one of the cameras.

  “You got to make sure to get a close up of this shit, man. Just a straight up pussy and dick shot at first and then I want you to pan out.”

  I never could understand how Breeze was able to give out d
irections during our session, but he fell right into place, as if he never spoke a word. My moaning and groaning was becoming just as loud as his as he reached down and played with my clit. His rhythm was on point and his 10 inches filled my tight little kitty to the T.

  “Get on top now; you do know how to ride, right?

  “Uhhh, yeah, I can ride.”

  I was lying through my teeth, but I was going to do whatever he asked to the best of my ability. Now this, I liked. I was in the driver’s seat and I was going to take us exactly where we wanted to go. But it wasn’t as easy as I thought; it took me a little while to drive that stick, but a couple minutes into it, I was damn near a race car driver. As I looked down at him, I started to think of all of the freaky shit that I never did and now wanted to do with him. This was the best dick that I had ever had and it had me sprung from the very first point of entry.

  “You’re doing real good, Jazzy, now speed it up, but first turn around, that’s called reverse cowgirl.”

  I did as told and was right where we left off. I worked my hips fast, steadily drawing Breeze closer and closer to the Promised Land.

  “Oh, Jazzy, baby, you making Breeze feel really good, honey. Your pussy is the best, baby; Fuck me; I’m about to cum.”