I didn’t need to do this anymore, but I enjoyed it. I had already established myself as the best in the business. My name was known to all the hormonal adolescents, to all the men, and even to some of the women. For some strange reason, it relaxed me. I knew I wouldn’t stop until the day I died.
Once again I found myself seated in the director’s chair on set for my new film. It wasn’t the kind of film you’d run down to your local DVD store to rent; it was the kind that could only be found through internet purchases or a very embarrassing trip to a neon-lit door halfway through an ally of a bad neighborhood.
My name is Cassie, and I’m a porn director. I had over two hundred adult films out in the first year of my career, which led to huge success and made me a wealthy woman. My office is now littered with numerous adult film awards. I could’ve quit years ago, but I wanted to continue. I felt the urge to make more, and I was never completely satisfied.
The way this usually worked was simple. I’d call in each guy one by one and ask them to perform for me. Once I’d got a few good ones lined up, we’d get filming the moment they were ready to go again, and this would all be over in time for dinner. That’s how I managed to make so many of them. It was simple, and the benefits were great.
Franco, Franklin, or whatever his name was left the audition visibly upset–probably more at himself than at me. He couldn’t get it up. So it was thumbs down.
“Next!” I shouted from my seat, my voice strong enough to travel through the open door to the set, down the short hallway, and into the waiting room.
The thud of heavy footsteps neared. God, this one better not be as disappointing as the last.
The next candidate entered. His muscles were showing through his thin, white t-shirt, and his piercing blue eyes would be a treat for anyone watching.
“Who’re you then?” I didn’t have time to mess around. They were all just juicy pieces of meat, and my audience was always hungry.
“John.” His voice was shaky. A first timer no doubt.
“So John, let’s see what you’ve got.” He furled his brows. The poor man really didn’t have a clue. Fortunately for him, I wasn’t ready to give up on him just yet. He was too good-looking to send out of that door without having a real shot at this.
“Your dick John, get it out.” His eyes widened, and he nodded at my order. He was like a lost puppy trying to find his way home. How cute.
He undid his jeans, and they fell around his ankles, leaving him in his white briefs with what already looked like a promising, massive cock bulging beneath the thin cotton fabric. My heart rate began to rise. I’d already seen every type of dick there was at this point, so why was I getting so excited? There was something special about this one. Yes, this guy had to be in my film; I couldn’t let him get away.
He began to rub over his briefs the bulge beneath, closing his eyes trying to get an image to make him hard no doubt. Minutes passed. Nothing was happening. Great…another stud who couldn’t get hard when it was show time. He was so attractive though. Why did it have to happen to him?
“I-I’m…” He didn’t need to apologize. They always did that. I didn’t care. I just needed the next man to walk through that door.
“It’s okay, John. You can go now.”
He looked wounded, puppy-dog eyes pleading me to give him another chance.
Argh…fine. He’d won me over, but I was only going to do this once.
“All right then. Let’s get you hard,” I mumbled to myself. I got out of my director’s chair and made my way over to him. I slid my hand down to his briefs and began to rub at his thick dick. It started to get hard right away. His eyes stared hungrily down my low-cut top, devouring the sight of my large breasts.
“Touch them, John. It’s all right.”
He hesitated for a second, but then placed his hand on my aching breast. My nipples were already stiff from the thought of his giant cock. When I said the benefits were great, this is what I meant.
I slid my hand into his briefs. His cock firmly in my grasp was now rock hard. I began to jerk it up and down to make sure he didn’t lose his erection to nerves again. No, he was definitely ready to perform for me.
“Don’t come, John. Try to make this last.” The most important part about adult films were the cum shots. No one ever watched an entire movie. People skipped to the middle for five minutes and then fast forwarded to the end to come along with the performers. So I had to make sure that the finish was great and the middle was great as well.
I got down on my knees and pulled his cock out. It pulsated in my hand, and precum leaked out all over me. He was so juicy, so big. I shook it a little and ran the tip over my lips. Mmm. Using my tongue, I teased the end, working my way down the shaft with little licks to his balls where I played with them, nibbled on them. Then I worked my way back up again to take the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Uh…uh.” His hands buried themselves in my hair as I began to take his dick further in my mouth, in and out, faster and faster. C’mon stud muffin. You can take a little oral pleasure. Don’t blow it now. His dick was so thick, so big with loads of precum that tasted so sweet on my tongue. I could feel my pussy getting damper by the second. My thong was dripping beneath my skirt.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” he screamed.
Hot sticky fluid hit the back of my throat. His hands locked my head in place, and I was forced to swallow it all. It was too soon; he could never make it into one of my movies if that’s all he had.
He released my head, and I stood up, wiped my lips, and looked at him. His face was flustered and embarrassed. I still didn’t want to give up hope. He really was too perfect to let go. The only way he’d be walking out that door is with the job, and I was prepared to train him no matter how long it took.
I had the perfect idea.
“I take it you’re a fan of my films, John?”
“Y-yes.” He was panting, gasping for air as he tucked himself back in and pulled up his jeans.
“Take a seat. You’re about to get a lesson.”
John took a seat in the director’s chair. I stormed out of the room, and burst into the waiting room down the hall. Looking around at all the fine male specimens waiting, I noticed two people among them. Alex, my most loyal performer who had starred in almost all of my films and Declan, the new kid who had been in the last five.
“You and you, come with me.” I pointed at them both, and they instantly stood up looking at each other with grins. The way John was getting his audition was the same way Declan had gotten his. Alex on the other hand was always the person I used to teach the new boys a lesson, so he knew what was about to happen.