My First Scene in Porn

I remember getting a message on Fetlife about an ad that was posted looking for models for a porn shoot. I replied expecting for it to get nowhere, and mostly did it as a joke. Two hours after I signed out of the site, I had already forgotten about the whole thing and continued with my day. I had just moved to Phoenix and didn't know anyone yet. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a notification, alerting me to a message I received from the producer scouting for models:

"Hello. I noticed you recently responded to our ad to be in our next production. We don't normally work with girls of your size and aesthetic, but we talked it over and thought you would be an interesting addition to our website. I'd love to talk over the details with you over the phone as soon as possible and see what you think. Of course, you will receive a check once the filming is finished. I look forward to speaking with you soon. -Jay"

I couldn't believe it. I looked over some of the still photos from the website in question and one thing was for sure, I didn't fit in with their other models. While most of the girls were thin, blonde, and cutesy, I was voluptuous, dark-haired, and by many standards "edgy." Maybe this was what they were actually looking for to shake things up a little? Maybe I was being played. Either way, I decided to go for it. I responded with my phone number, and 20 minutes later, I was on the phone with a porn producer.

The next day, I showed up to the set I was supposed to get my "big break" on. It looked like a plain office building that not many people worked in. I wore a black tank top, a short plaid skirt, thigh high socks, and some black heels. My hair was in pigtails, and my makeup was darker and more raccoon-like than ever. He told me he wanted a "slutty schoolgirl vibe," so naturally, I assumed it would be more of a classroom setting. Boy, was I wrong.

I walked in and met up with the director and producer. After shaking my hand and giving me some paperwork to sign, he promptly lit a cigarette and looked me up and down, giving out a moan when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I gave him my ID and paperwork and lit a cigarette myself. Hell, if he was smoking inside, I'd take that as a sign that I could, too. After looking over my paperwork for all of five seconds, he looked up and immediately got a hard-on. He asked if I would want to smoke during the scene, too. I didn't mind a bit, as long as I could have access to something to drink as well. He immediately agreed, and guided me into the room I would be working in.

To be completely honest, I wasn't very impressed with the set. It was an empty room with a portapotty plopped in a corner. I wish that was a joke. He had me set my drink inside the tiny (thankfully clean and never been used) box. It had a couple of ring lights and a Go-Pro camera mounted at face level on one of the inner walls. (when I say "face level," I mean when I'm on my knees. I'm sure you know where this is going.) This. Was. A. Glory. Hole. Shoot. The director went on to explain that I was to swallow every load, no matter how bad it tasted. Part of me wanted to bail and just go home, but the promise of a quick paycheck kept me firmly planted in the building. I quietly agreed and followed him out of the room.

About 20 minutes and three cigarettes later, a group of assorted guys came in. There were six in all, and each varied in height, complexion and... smell. One came straight from the gym, and all I could hope for was that he had at least taken the time to shower thoroughly. We quickly introduced ourselves and shook hands. Finally, the director interjected and said it was time to start shooting. I quickly shuffled into my box and lit up another cigarette, waiting for the first guy to knock on the wall.

When the first flaccid cock poked through the hole in the wall, a wave of nervousness came over me. "Can't turn back now, and it's not gonna suck itself..." I thought to myself while positioning myself on my knees. The first one was easy. He was clean, well-trimmed, and came fast. I was to turn to the camera with my tongue out after he came in my mouth to show off the load I was to swallow. Thankfully, the first load didn't taste too bad. Clearly, this guy knew what he was doing and took good care of himself. I took another drag of my cigarette while waiting for the next guy. This guy... was the exact opposite of the first. This was gym guy, and no, he did not shower after his morning workout. I thought I was gonna hurl all over the portanightmare. I did everything I could to get it over with, show off to the camera, and choke down his bitter, salty, and sweaty load. I promptly washed it down with the green tea I hid from the camera's gaze.

The other four guys were pretty mediocre. Most of them didn't have much of a smell, and their cum was just bearable. I still wanted to puke, though. My only saving grace was the presence of Camel Red 100's and a large bottle of green tea to wash down their fluids.

Finally, after almost an hour of being confined to that tiny, hot, stuffy torture chamber, the director came in to tell me we were done shooting that scene, and it was time to move on to the outdoor part. I emerged from my porno prison and quietly escaped to the bathroom, where I proceeded to puke my guts out. Swallowing was never my forte. I was able to take a break for about 20 minutes to collect myself and fix my makeup. I was met by some kid outside the bathroom armed with another bottle of tea, cigarettes, an ashtray, and some mints. This kid quickly became my favorite human on set.

After collecting myself, I was ushered into a giant black SUV with the director. We were on our way to the outdoor portion of the video, during which I was supposed to be "interviewed" by the director. Basically, I was just supposed to sound like a brainless bimbo that has no other interests outside of sucking dick and getting my pussy pounded by complete strangers. I only *barely* pulled it off.

We arrived under a bridge in what looked like a construction zone. The guys were all wearing safety vests and hardhats waiting for my arrival. I didn't know this could get any cheesier, but by some weird twist of fate, it did. This was the easy part. All we had to do was walk in and out of the portapotties and "act surprised" when the guy sees who just swallowed his cum. "Surprise!! You just got your dick sucked by a FAT CHICK!!" Was the only way I could describe this entire ordeal accurately.

Finally, we returned to the studio so I could collect my money and peace out of there. The director cut me a check for the amount I was promised and called me an Uber home. About two weeks later, I received the final cut of the video. Let's just say that I hope that video never sees the light of day again. It was beyond cringy, and I would be happy to never see it again.

Moral of the story, don't answer to porn ads on social media. You just might end up in a portanightmare sucking dick that smells worse than rotting gym socks soaked in fish sauce.