Mexican Standoff

4/3/09

10:55 am

I pull up the long driveway to the ranch style house with a rare panoramic, unobstructed view of the valley. Today, the plan is for me to ass fuck a corn-fed blonde girl for Hustler’s Barely Legal and add to Tyler Knight’s “Fuck You I Quit Fund”. Simple day, right?

On set I do the usual greeting bullshit. Director is Wil Ryder, the director for the Not The Cosby’s movie last December. He is always happy, and I am genuinely pleased to see him. On an all white back drop hanging from the ceiling, a stunning Euro girl is taking “pretty girl” stills for the video’s box cover. Since I am not working with her I don’t know her name, or even care. Wil tells me the plan is for two crews to simultaneously shoot the scenes. One crew shooting soft core, while the other crew shoots hard-core, and flipping crews to finish up what the other crew did not get.

I see “Joe”, a veteran male performer and all around good guy. I walk over and say hello. We small talk about how the economy and torrent are killing the business.

Joe: Man I have not worked in a month. I have to get a real job if things don’t turn around soon.

Better you than me buddy.

Tyler: It’s slowed down for me too. I only did 15 or so scenes last month.
Joe: You do a lot of features and big budget shit, you are lucky. The rest of us are scraping for what we can get.

This is fucking depressing me. I don’t wanna hear about another male talent’s financial troubles.

Tyler: Hey I’m going to meet the girl I am working with. See you later.

Sitting on a sofa is Anita Blue. Sweet girl and an absolute professional. We proceed to take stills for the box cover of the movie standing on the all white back drop, stripping down to various stages of undress. When the still photographer leaves, we plop down on a nearby sofa and wait for the soft core crew to set up in the our set. Joe and his girl are already under way shooting hardcore on in the their set. While we wait, Anita pulls out my cock unsolicited and proceeds to suck away. It is good to be me.

The First Set

A few minutes later the soft core crew is ready. Anita stops slobbering and we go to shoot the soft. She did a great job warming up my motor and I can not wait to tear into her. She is on a sofa being videotaped masturbating with a toy. As soon as we finish the hardcore sex still photo’s, Wil busts into the room. His normally unflappable countenance is grim as he explains the situation.

Wil: Joe is struggling. He simply asked for the girl to help him out, and she tell him that “You are a professional…just looking at me should get you hard.” We may have to switch girls but I’ll give him 5 minutes more.
Tyler: Wil, if there is no chemistry don’t fuck around, switch us now. You don’t want Joe to go into a death spiral because some girl is fucking with his head. I’ve been there.
Wil: Can you do two scenes?
Tyler: If I have to, but I say switch girls first.

Wil thinks this over a moment.

Wil: Start the soft core, and let’s see what happens.
Tyler: OK Will.

Anita and I get dressed, and start the soft core. Not five minutes later Will is back.

Wil: Yeah we’re switching…she asks him if he is gay because he is not getting hard for her.
Tyler: Roger that.
Wil: Tyler, this girl is a piece of work.
Tyler: Don’t worry Wil, I know how to handle a spoiled little girl.

Poor Anita looks crestfallen, like a sad puppy that learns that she is out of treats.

I stroll over to the makeshift office area to check out this other girl’s test, and IDs. Satisfied that the vagina is disease free and over 18, I walk past the scurrying crew to the other set. Along the way I pass Joe.

Joe: Fucking bitch!

Must…not…laugh…at…loser!

Tyler: Bro, clear your head. You have to focus on the task at hand.
Joe:Yeah, you’re right.
Tyler: You owe me big man. Anita is a great girl.

He smiles and goes his way.
I snicker and go mine.

The Second Set

I steal a glance at the clapper used to slate the scene which is on the counter. Her name is “Aisha Mar”. Below her name is “Tyler” written in masking tape. This girl is truly a specimen used to men falling all over her, drowning her with attention.

That’s the problem.

I whip out my cell phone and return texts, completely ignoring her. Apparently, the silence becomes unbearable to her because after maybe two minutes she says in her thick Hungarian accent;

Aisha: I hope you dick verks.
Tyler: (half to my cell hone, half to her): Let’s see what happens.
Aisha: I not understand.
Tyler: I know.

I turn my back to her while barely suppressing a chuckle, texting away. I am standing right in front of her with my back turned. I can only imaging that is going through this kids head. She probably thinks I am gay too. The only sounds are the faint clicking of my cell phone keys as I text friends and the occasional shift on the sofa from Aisha. My cell phone is taking up my field of vision and I have not once looked at her once this entire time. In the background there is some faint arguing. Wil pops up on this set.

Wil: Not gonna happen with Joe. I need you for the other scene.

Fuck yeah motherfucker!

I am overcome with sick pleasure in hearing about another male talent’s failure. Especially if it directly benefits me. Cash aside, when other guys fuck up it makes me look all that much better. The life of male talent is a zero sum game and that cash feels a hell of a lot nicer in my pocket than in his. Fuck him. I am loving this.

Tyler: Sure, just gimmie fifteen minutes after I pop from this one to recover. Most likely the soft core and stills will take up 20.
Wil: Thank God you’re here!

Camera starts rolling. Euro girl masturbating and cooing;

Aisha: I vant big black cock in my tight poooooosy…

I am standing off camera right next to Wil, directly in Aisha line of sight, texting away. Oblivious to elite molten sex before me. With a wave of the hand, Wil gives me my cue. I nonchalantly turn off my cell phone, stoically walk into frame…

And proceed to fuck the living shit out of her.

I may as well have sneaked up behind and shot her with a taser, because she is frozen in place. I snicker and say under my breath, not caring if I am heard or understood;

Tyler: Te gusta puta?

I’m pounding away mercilessly on that ass, determined to put her in her place.
After a minutes she flicks an internal reset button in her mind. I watch her eyes go from “Holy SHIT! I’m going to CUM!” to “OK, you wanna play motherfucker? My turn!”.

Oh no!

She snatches my cock and begins to suck my soul out of my body. Spit flying everywhere. I feel my toes involuntarily curl, which of course she notices and doubles her efforts. Hands push me onto the sofa, she lowers herself onto me reverse cowgirl facing the camera. I’m not gonna lie, her pussy is death and it is all I can do not to shoot my load. Just the sight of her succulent ass bouncing in right in front of me is not helping so I gaze up at the ceiling. Pinned down, I steel my resolve not to be turned into a 2 pump chump, and forced to cum to soon. A test of my mettle if there ever was one because she is fucking me into the cushions.

She leans back and taunts me, whispering in my ear;

Aisha: Pooosy feel gooood….no? Vant to come? I know. You not have to answer. You come now.

Enough of this shit! My turn!

I toss her off to bury my face in her cooze. Skin rivaled only by buttery upholstery of a Porsche. Cute creases in it where the ass ends, and the legs begin. Not one hair or as much as a stubble to be seen. I could die here.

Jesus fucking Christ, her pussy is flawless.

I attack her swollen clit, but she pushes my head off as she approaches her apex. Poor kid is squirming away.

Not so fast girl.

I bend her over the sofa, sink my cock into her snatch, and go DEF-CON 4 on her. Determined to teach this dirty commie whore a lesson.

She can afford to come but I can’t and she knows this. Commie Whore is keeping it in because she does not want to give me the satisfaction of winning. Me for the same reason, but with the added pressure of keeping my reputation intact.
This game of chicken goes on for 3 more excruciating positions. Each new position gives her new and creative ways to put me in check, leaving me scrambling to castle and counter attack. I see three moves ahead to where this is going, and I feel a sledge-hammer impacting my gut. This is my pride getting the shit kicked out of it because I begin to realize that she just may be better than me.

Just isn’t your day Tyler. Can’t win every time. Eh, this ain’t so bad… it’s only a little less money into the “Goodbye Motherfuckers!” fund.

Commie girl shoves my lifeless body onto the sofa and mounts me cowgirl. I am a defeated man, resigned to my fate. I am looking right into the eyes of my adversary. The smile on her face betrays that she no doubt is going through her own inner monologue, except in Hungarian. She begins her victory lap on my cock. The warmth of her pussy starts the process of milking me dry. Lips part and she begins to gloat in foreign tongue. My nemesis begins to “shhhhhhh….”, as if giving me a final push off the cliff.

Oh no she didn’t! Fuck this. If I’m gonna come, I’m taking this bitch with me!

I lock my hands behind her ass in a wrestler’s Gable Grip, and grind my pubic bone into her clit. Cock balls deep. Both of us panting, locked together as we are about to step off the ledge as one…

Stalemate bitch!

Wil: CUT! That was Fucking HOT!
Tyler: I’m Tyler Knight God Damn it.

The crew laughs.

Soft-core/stills/pop shot time.

Most people fuck during soft core filming because it’s the most practical way to hide the penis. Not us. As soon as the hardcore was done, the Berlin Wall goes right back up. Fine with me. I won’t make it through the soft core if I have to fuck her. I have a fleeting close call when I have to re insert for the stills, but nothing I can not handle.

Soft core and stills done. Pop shot time.

My usual trigger…Commie girl on her knees licking the side of my cock while I stroke away. She is in avoidance mode, so I hold her head in place.

A pair of teenie dressed girls ( It’s Barely Legal day) walk on set off camera wearing impossibly short shorts revealing ass cheeks and knee socks. Outfits are topped off with baby doll t-shirts tied at a knot revealing flat little bellies. Hair in pig tails. A mocha skin Latina teenie is staring at my cock, practically drooling.

I pop.

I gather my clothes and get ready for the next scene.

Living Room

Wil is noshing on a sandwich, recharging his batteries.

Joe is gone. I don’t even ask because I don’t give a damn.

On the sofa, some “teenie girls” and some male talent are waiting…small talk. One “teenie girl” starts subtly rubbing her legs together up and down, grinding her clit in masturbation upon learning that I “handled” the Aiesha, and am going fuck Anita.

I avoid the girls. It is for the benefit of the male talent because as the de facto alpha male talent I do not want to fuck with their heads, and intimidate them. Some veteran guys don’t care but it’s not cool. Making my way down another hall to wash up, the cute Latina/Caribbean teenie girl that I saw at the end of my scene saunters by. She rubs her round little ass against my crotch. We are still in the sight line of the other talent and the poor guy that is going to work with her. She does not care. My arms out to the side like I am imitating a bird, I try to avoid touching her but I don’t exactly back up either.

Tyler: Careful little girl or I will fuck you to within an inch of your young life.
Teenie: Oooh…fuck this young thing Daddy.
Tyler: Careful, I ain’t playin’.

Fuck the other male talent. Not my fucking problem.

At this point, we have backed up out of view of the other talent and crew. I slide my hands up the back of her stretchy shorts, drop to my knees, and cup my lips over her pubic mound blowing hot breath through her shorts.

On cue Wil appears, mock chastises me, and we escort the girl into the adjacent bathroom. I put her up on the sink as Wil pulls down her stretchy short shorts.
Her shaved little pussy slick with glistening dew telling us she is primed to go. Remembering my day is not finished, I kiss her gently on the forehead and leave them.

Christ I want to fuck her. Too bad I have to do another scene. Money first.

Not fifteen seconds later, Wil emerges smiling.

Wil: Nothing happened. I just wanted to see if he could.

Heh, male ego.

Still a long day ahead to shoot professionalism is paramount. A lesser man would have fucked her and I gained new respect for his restraint.

Wil: Thanks for not cock blocking bro. I appreciate the gesture.
Tyler: It’s all good.

I wasn’t thinking about you at all but I will take the credit.

Wil: Ready for the next scene?

Teenie girl leaves the bathroom walking between Wil and me. She makes a point to touch our crotches as she passes.

How bad do you need the money for the second scene?

Tyler: Yeah, let’s knock it out.

The First Set.

Anita is genuinely happy to see me and it’s mutual. We don’t wait for the camera to get ready, we start fucking . The entire scene is finished in one take…flawless.

Pop shot time…same drill, but with a twist.

Anita takes my cock in both hands, corkscrews them while sucking, and I come harder than I ever have.

In my entire fucking life!

She is drenched.

Anita: *Cough-cough*
Wil: HOLY SHIT!
Tyler: Where the fuck did that come from?

Living Room

After negotiating my compensation with the partner, I stuff my checks in my wallet. Glancing at my cell phone. 5:30 pm.

I think if I leave right now I can make it through rush hour traffic to Legends for Muay Thai.

I grab a sandwich from a pile, remove the bread, and head out.

Not a bad day for me. Feel bad for Joe but hey. Business is business and he had every opportunity to come through.

Just as I am about to hit the free way, the cell rings. It’s the partner;

Partner: Ha ha, you didn’t shoot soft core video with Anita….you gotta come back.

You have got to be kidding me.

Tyler: You serious? OK, E.T.A. 5 minutes.

The First Set. Again

I hear Teenie Girl getting fucked by some b-list male talent on the second set, and that gets me rock hard. Anita is there waiting for me naked.

As previously stated, most people when shooting soft core actually fuck to hide the penis and action from the camera. This was no exception. I insert into Anita and I kill the punani. She gets off. Soft-core done.

Living Room

Tyler: You guys shoulda just had me do both scenes to begin with.
Partner: Did you fuck her again during soft core?
Tyler: Yep.

Where is that Teenie girl?

Partner: What the hell did they feed you today?
Tyler: It’s a good day for me. I guarantee if you two shoot me one hundred times, I will have five off days. It’s a numbers game. I’m only human.
Wil: I’ll take 95% any day of the week.

That’s right motherfuckers. Exalt in the greatness that is Tyler Knight!

Tyler: You say that now, until you get me on the 5% day.
Partner:Thanks a lot man, we’re glad you were here
Tyler: It’s cool….later guys.

Thanks for the cash bitches!

Home

Sitting in my parked car at home, I am motionless for a half hour. It’s very quiet.
I spit in my hand and rub one out to Teenie Girl’s short shorts.

I do not leave my house or see the Sun for nearly two days.

End 4/3/09.

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