Prologue
Only now from a more mature vantage point do I wish I'd had the forethought to prepare for the dramatic changes that would occur to what I had childishly anticipated would be my future. I expected to have a fulfilling one with all the trimmings, achieving my personal, self-actualized lifestyle goals.
Like many tweens growing up, I'd lived under the naive and inane expectation that life is what they told (more like
sold
) you in books and films: "Find the man of your dreams and you will live happily ever after."
What utter tripe!
In my humble opinion, of course.
Perhaps there are those women whose lives actually attain that uninspired, dependent, and quotidian trajectory: Do well in school. Get into a good university. Choose a career and get a satisfying job in said career. Find the perfect man. Have a couple of lovely kids. Balance career and family with aplomb. Have a rewarding and wonderful life. And have consistently amazing orgasms with a handsome and virile husband who hasn't gained a pound since college and who actually pays attention to that wrinkle-, stretch mark-, and sag-free smooth body, still perfect for fitting into that old but timeless LBD (little black dress) -- and for cavorting on some tropical isle in the skimpiest of bikinis (with no need for a built-in bra).
[Big sigh.]
Those women may actually exist. But I've never met one.
As for preparing for my future, well, I had not quite planned any of it. The tortuous path of my life mostly just happened. (Not a ringing endorsement for that lifecoaching career I once considered!)
And that's why at that moment of self-contemplation, two established porn actresses and I, the film's director, were quietly speaking to a young and new-to-the-business woman who was feeling a little sick to her stomach. I suppose it was understandable because in the last ten or twelve minutes she'd swallowed the ejaculates of more than three dozen mostly young guys.
Not a big deal in itself. Every director -- yes, even a porn director -- has the responsibility to make a film or video successful, envisioning how all the scenes, cuts, shots, audio, B-roll, etc., will fit together to make the finished product that viewers will enjoy. In porn, enjoyment is associated with sexual fantasy and the degree to which the viewer "gets busy" with himself. (I know that's sexist but let's face it: Who spends more time watching porn: women or men?) Still, the job includes getting the best performances out of his or her cast.
So, while we were trying to sound understanding we were simultaneously attempting to convince her that the additional ~150ml (about five ounces, now at room temperature and much more pungent than you'd think) of semen from dozens of men in the crystal champagne flute in her hand was going to taste wonderful and get rid of her troubled stomach.
A few of the actresses I'd worked with had told me that they used a hair-of-the-dog approach to a cum-filled upset tummy. I'd heard that sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. Personally, I'd never found the need for a stomach calmer in such a situation. Swallowing semen had always been a pleasurable experience -- and often gave me awesome orgasms -- so perhaps I wasn't being as sensitive as I should have been.
Of course, like all women what she was going through could be relatable. Sometimes the viscosity of semen seems to want to cause someone not used to it to gag or even feel like she's actually going to retch. But I'd helped other young women who wanted to be in a
gokkun
scene to get through it and I knew I could help this one.
The other side of the equation was the fun and even the pleasure of being in such a scene. Let's face it, IRL (in real life) most women have one guy (or at least one guy at a time) and their sex lives are monogamous -- or close to it. They do all the things that a man and a woman might do together.
To most people, even to me, that is considered normal.
But how often in that normal life can a woman (should she have the desire, of course) have the opportunity to play with a bunch of cocks simultaneously? How often in a normal situation does a woman get to taste a broad array of them? How often in a normal situation can a woman have the opportunity to play with and drink a bunch of cum?
That, truth be told, is not normal.
But fetish porn is not about normal. It's about fantasy. Fantasy to masturbate to. Fantasy possibly to think about while actually having sex. Although perhaps hoping that the fantasy will personally come true is probably another fantasy.
Definitely not the norm. But for much of my adult life it had paid the bills -- sometimes in spades!
And so back to our young porn starlet. She looked at us quizzically, smelled the glass and still looked a little like she was going to barf.
As I said: Not the life I'd expected at all. Nor she, most likely.
But that day, like every other one as a director, I had a job to do. It was the last scene of a very long day and everyone was ready to go home. And everyone consisted of a lot of people, mostly the guys who supplied the cum. Usually referred to as jerk-off boys, but I'd heard the terms
soup boys