Future of Porn

*EJAX-472: Chapter 2*

As John’s strength was somewhat depleted by his first series of orgasms, I directed Lynette to bring out a padded recliner—a modern, modified version of the traditional exam table—and place it center stage. This would allow the women to have full access to his genitals while John would be able to concentrate more on his performance rather than worry about maintaining his balance. Cushions were placed under his legs and buttocks so that his lower body was elevated, thus offering the audience—and the two camerawomen who were positioned to the right and left of him— a completely unobstructed view. Restraining straps were used to keep his hands and feet secure so that the women could maintain complete control over him at all times. Read more »

Cheryl shook her head in disbelief. “I’m so spastic I’d lose my balance fucking on a bed, let alone on a high wire!”

“Oh, you’d be surprised at some of the places Philip and I have done it,” Bonnie said with a snicker.

We were then treated to a series of several short vignettes featuring clowns, midgets, giants, and an assortment of odd-looking creatures who provided us with some much-needed comic relief. I especially liked one rather tall clown who managed to pull birds, flowers, and various other objects out of thin air. When one of the women shouted her appreciation of these magic tricks, the clown presented her with a newly produced bouquet. Read more »

*Chapter 12 (Summer Job) *

I wanted a summer job to earn a little money before returning to college in the fall. There was a help wanted sign posted in the window of a perfume store at the mall, so I decided to apply for the job. It was a small boutique at the far end of the mall with a very expensive line of imported perfume. They offered me salary plus commission, so I accepted the position.

The manager went home at five, leaving another girl and I to work until the store closed at nine. Her name was Elizabeth, but everyone called her Lizzie. She tried to act hip and outgoing, but in reality, she was actually shy and innocent. Lizzie had just turned eighteen and she was going to enter her senior year of high school in the fall. This was her first place of employment. She’d only worked at the boutique a week longer than I had, so we were both new to the job. Read more »

My career on the ‘alternative’ catwalks of Paris was always exciting, but not much more so than my personal life, with Robert, who indulged my taste for showing off my body, and didn’t mind a bit that I myself enjoyed nothing better than the knowledge that a stranger had been treated to a view of my shaven pussy, or, better still, that I had made love with him – or someone else – in a public place.

We took to inviting Ti-Liu, the little Asian girl from our office, to our house-parties. She was agile and inventive, and Robert loved to have me masturbate him while we watched Ti-Liu and his servant Lily making love together. Read more »

Nearly midnight and still no sign of Kate.

Susan yawned and decided to pack it in for the evening. She shrugged off her jeans, pulled on her cross-country team t-shirt and slipped into her narrow twin bed. The sounds of the dorm filtered through the thin walls: someone closing the refrigerator just outside her door, a stereo playing death metal, two people laughing loudly as they stumbled down the hall in her direction.

She heard the door to her suite open and the laughter got a notch louder. Just like Kate to finally get back just as she was drifting off to sleep. Now she’d have to hear all the lurid details of her roommate’s night out. No, Susan decided. Not this time. She turned onto her side, facing the wall, and closed her eyes. Kate could wait until morning to narrate her adventures. By then whoever Kate had met would just be another guy she’d be all gooey over for a week or two. Susan had stopped trying to remember their names. Read more »

“Some babysitter I am,” I said with a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced over at me from her book, a paperback copy of “The Davinci Code” that I had loaned her, and smiled.

“I’m glad the kids found something else to do,” she said, stretching on the lounge chair with a yawn.

They had gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to their room. Then came Mrs. B’s moans and Doc’s grunting and the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed. Read more »