Tyler Knight

…her “agent” slithers on set. Typical piece of shit porn pimp.
Baggy pants, designer logos splashed all over his clothes, chains around his neck that said “Fuck it” to pretending to be real gold.

And a pistol showing in his waistband.

How original.

Porn Pimp “Hey. You s’posed ta be done by now.”
I remain silent, letting the director handle this.
Abe “Sorry, we got a late start. The set up took a little long. Come back in 20 minutes.”
This seems to placate him and he shuffles off set.

Working myself back to an erection again takes a little time. I have to first get this douche bags image out of my head. Finally after a bit, I get my edge back and we resume filming. Back to fucking. I am just getting into my groove when a voice…

Porn Pimp “Hey, y’all need ta hurry da fuck up!”

…snaps my concentration.

Abe “We’ll get this done but I need you to wait off set.”

OK, this is getting old.

Porn Pimp “I got things to do. I can’t be waitin’ up in here all day!”
Abe “We are about 1/2 way done. Please wait down stairs.”
He leaves.

My focus is shattered. I need chemical assistance and at this point I am not concerned about being great. I just want to get this scene done and I tell everyone to give me a bit. I pop a Viagra in my mouth and chew it well before I swallow.  A little time passes before I start to feel the effects and stroke myself up the rest of the way. Inserting my dick back into the girl and getting a couple of pumps when…

Porn Pimp “C’mon now baby, grab yo shit… we got’s ta go!”

Dude, your killing me. Get rid of this piece of shit!

Abe “Look, if you keep coming up here and interrupting the shoot it slows everything down and it will take longer. We all wanna get out of here.”
Porn Pimp “Aight. Ima be back in 10 minutes. Y’all better wrap this shit up.”

Does he leave the set? No. He fucking stands there; watching me stroke myself hard!

This time I speak “Look, you’re not making this easy for me. I need to concentrate. I’d really appreciate if you respect the closed set.”
Adjusting the gun still in his waist band, he leaves.

Again.

Thank God, the Viagra has fully kicked in so I only go down to quasi-hard in spite of the distractions. Things are going well this time: we manage to breeze through a few more positions without having to cut camera. I’m feeling pretty optimistic when out of my peripheral vision, I see the motion of the door opening.

FUCK THIS SHIT!

I pull out of the girl’s flapping pussy and charge over to him.

Naked and pissed.

Tyler “HEY! You’re fucking with my lively hood! Nobody knows my fucked up scene was caused by some Goddamn pimp! When the movie is reviewed you know who gets blamed? ME! So SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET THE FUCK OFF THE SET! YOU’LL GET HER BACK WHEN WE ARE DONE!!”

I am  hopped up on adrenaline and Viagra.

Nose to nose.

Cock to Glock.

He glances down and sees my dick still throbbing.

Pimp “Ima be in da car.”

I do not say another word as I hate-fuck the girl.
And  I do not stop until I’m good and Goddamn ready.

Cuz I’m gangsta like that.

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