The Porn Shoot 1

Chapter One

Wow, those were words I never thought I would type. Those who have read my previous adventures or who follow me on this site (thank you), may have me down as open to anything, but my public nudity has always been in safe places or where I can't be recognised. When I have been caught, it has sometimes been to my advantage with a fabulous photoshoot in a hotel bar in front of the barman or ending with a surprise threesome as it did with the Waitress and in the Changing Room.

I am absolutely not shy about getting kit off, I am proud of my body and enjoy showing it off; but these have always been strictly amateur and private -- I do not want colleagues at work where I am a senior manager to know what I get up to or, worse, see my pussy in all its glory and moist openness. However, here I was about to get fully naked and open for a top shelf magazine and it's website -- yes that's right, I would be naked in the pages in-between (as the J Geils band sang on Centerfold) with a longer set on the website and a very explicit video for subscribers. So how on earth had I got myself into this one.

As has happened before, Amy started it off, although completely innocently this time. She sent me a Whats App note which simply said she was meeting a new friend for lunch, I would probably be interested to meet her, would I like to join them. I was intrigued; Amy knows me well enough that she would not invite me unless it was up my street. A further exchange elicited the fact that Liz was the Editor in Chief of a range of top shelf Men's Magazines. She had just moved into Amy's village and had been recommended to meet Amy through a mutual contact. I love porn and was interested in meeting a female in the industry, so I freed myself up and duly turned up to a smart restaurant in town to meet them. Amy and Liz were already there in the bar with a large gin and tonic each and one waiting for me. Liz was a smartly dressed middle aged woman, of slim build with an attractive, intelligent face. After introductions and some general background chat I asked her the question we were both bursting to ask -- How did she get into editing porn magazines and what was it like?

"I have been working in Magazines for 30 years and been an Editor for 25," she said, "It's a cutthroat industry and I have been down in the trenches against a number of men over the years and generally won out. I was asked by the publisher if I could come in and review what they were doing. They were struggling against the easy availability of online porn and wanted to see if there was a way forward for physical magazines and subscription publishing or if they should start getting out. Initially this was on a consultancy basis. The world I entered is actually not much different from most of the rest of the magazine publishing world -- the magazines each have their house style to appeal to a particular demographic and stick rigidly to that. The girls chosen, the quality of the sets, the stories and articles are all chosen to reflect that audience and so each finds it's market and there is a plethora of magazines with subtle style differences. I was not offended by the content, but I felt it could be done better, such that the range of magazines could be reduced. I also recognised that a large percentage of the world's population is not considered -- they are not reflected in the demographic and style decisions. If women like porn, and I know many do, they get what is offered to men. I put a range of proposals to the publisher, covering everything from general efficiencies in publication, changes to the ranges to avoid duplication, linking the content better to the website and making the website and its subscription model a more attractive offer against the free porn sites. I also spoke to them about how important it was to be engaging to women."

"They offered me the fulltime job, agreed to many but not all of my proposals, but gave me carte blanche to take it forward." At this she smiled warmly at us both.

"I have been looking at the challenge of how to make porn more attractive to women, but it is difficult to get people to discuss it. When I moved into the village, I initially avoided mentioning what magazines I edit as I've found this tends to colour peoples view of me, but I guess it came out in a conversation with Sally and Clive who are my next-door neighbours. We were very drunk one evening and I confessed to my role, and they confessed to being swingers! Whilst I politely let it be known that my husband and I would not be partaking, I did ask them about it. They wouldn't tell me much, but did give away that Amy was the organiser as well as being a single woman -- I believe you are a referred to as a unicorn -- and suggested that anything I wanted to know about sex I should talk to you." She smiled warmly at Amy, who had flushed bright red and buried her head in her hands.

"So, ladies, lunch is on me, but you have to sing for your supper, I want to hear any thoughts you have about introducing more women to porn. To start, Mori, Amy has brought you along, how do you fit into this?"

"We share similar interest in sex, and she helped me organise the swingers sex party and was the first one naked," blurted Amy, enthusiastically, "and what she can do with three vibrators is impressive to watch......"

Amy tailed off and looked at me slightly embarrassed, as I rolled my eyes at Liz, who had raised her eyebrows at this.

"There is a bit more to me than that," I smiled to cover Amy's embarrassment, "I enjoy sex, enjoy getting naked in safe places or safely in public places and enjoy reading pornography, although like you, I am not sure it fully meets most women's needs. This is why I write sexually explicit material as a hobby and have currently 18 or so pieces published. As Amy says, I do like being photographed naked too and have a portfolio of professional and amateur shots. I came along today at Amy's invite because I thought it would be fascinating to talk to someone in the industry, particularly a woman."

"Gosh," said Liz, raising another elegant eyebrow, "I appear to have lucked out in finding the experts." Here she smiled warmly again. "I would love to have a look at your stuff to see how it matches or differs from what we publish, but let's go through and eat."

We headed into the restaurant, where we ordered a light lunch and a bottle of wine. As we sat waiting for the wine to arrive, I gave Liz details of how to find me on Literotica and passed her my phone, to look through the pictures that had been taken during Dani's Hen party, including some of the group ones showing Amy and Dani too. As Liz flicked through them, I noticed the waiter hovering behind her, looking from my phone in her hand and back to me. He blushed crimson when I blew him a kiss and hurried off.

As lunch arrived, Liz smiled again at us both and handed back my phone. "So, ladies, you are clearly both fully engaged, but what do you think the average woman wants from porn."

I kicked off, "I have given this some thought over the years and we have discussed it over a glass of wine on many occasions. Firstly, it is a misapprehension that women want only oiled, muscular male models and that they want artistic poses and romance. Women like explicit sex, they want to know what is happening, what it feels like, and they want it photographed or described in great detail. Frankly, if you want to be shocked, listen to a group of women in a bar or a staff restroom -- far more explicit than most men."

Amy and Liz, both nodded to this, so I continued. "However, most women do like some context, maybe not a full storyline, but what is happening and why. A sense that the woman involved is empowered and making her own choices. Most prefer reading the stories and seeing it in their imagination, but linking photosets to a story line would work."

Amy chipped in, "Women do like to look at other women, but also like to see a variety of models, not just the toned professional ones. We do like a more artistic focus in the way things are shot, perhaps occasionally sepia or black and white."

I interjected excitedly, "a close up of an open pussy in black and white, gives a totally different perspective. Interesting lighting can make it feel more intimate as well." I quickly passed Liz my phone with a couple of black and white shots of my spread pussy to demonstrate. This got both eyebrows to raise, and she lingered on the pictures for longer than previously -- long enough for the wine waiter to return, look and walk away shaking his head. Damn this white wine was going down well and I could feel my pussy moistening as we talked.

I continued as Liz passed back my phone, "A lot of men's porn feels transactional; beautiful girls, stripping their clothes frame by frame and then opening themselves up. The short piece accompanying the shoot will probably refer to how excited they were knowing they would be making men hard or leading to them masturbating over their body. There is a place for this, that is part of why I do it, although to date all of my shots have been for one man but it is still a massive turn-on, but perhaps a slightly different narrative is needed -- or simply that the woman is naked and shot beautifully and artistically."

Amy chipped back in with, "I think that there is also a place to show different body shapes, sizes, and ages; women find each other beautiful for all sorts of reasons. Amateur models may be a way forward."

"And maybe," I chimed in again, "as well as erotic stories and experiences, maybe articles and interviews with women about, say, sex before and after menopause; we know a fabulous woman who was doing porn shoots in the early 1970's and a naturist having regular sex with her husband into her 70's. Maybe even some straightforward how to's -- there are still some women who aren't sure where their clitoris is and how to pleasure themselves. The more advanced may want to know more about exhibitionism and even BDSM- although you will need someone other than me for that."

Here we both stopped, and I took a long swig of wine. The light lunch was not soaking up the alcohol and I could see Amy was flushed too.

Liz looked at us both and rested her chin on her hands in thought. Eventually she spoke, "Thank you ladies, you are both clearly intelligent and articulate and have justified me meeting with you. There's lots to think about here, and I have a proposal. I am going to ask you to think about and script an initial photoshoot, bearing in mind this should have top shelf magazine usable shots, an extended set of up to 50 for the website which can be more explicit and a 7-15 minute video which should also be explicit, again for subscribers. I would like you to think about initial articles, stories, and written material to go with it. I will fund the photoshoot on the understanding that the material can go into the existing male magazines and on the website. If the initial ideas are strong enough, I will also fund an initial trial website aimed at women and marketed for them."

She then smiled slightly wolfishly, "I would further suggest that the first photoshoot should be with you Moriana. You clearly like getting naked, you have a fantastic body, and you are passionate about the project. You are also an amateur, a few years older than most of our girls. You are scripting it so you can do what you like. "

"How about we meet again in two weeks' time to discuss your proposals?"

Amy looked worriedly at me, but I thought -- and this could have been the wine -- if I could script it and have control, why not.

"I am up for it," I said with a smile. "Amy and I can start thinking about it straight away as I am not heading into work."

"Excellent," smiled Liz. "No commitment at this stage, but I look forward to hearing your proposals. I have to get back to work, but I will book this restaurant for two weeks' time if that suits."

We both nodded assent and then stood to shake hands as she left.

"Come on," I said to Amy. "We need to find a coffee shop, sober up and think how we can make this work, and how I tell Andy!"

Chapter Two

So that is how I come to find myself sat naked in a plush hotel suite, of a small hotel a couple of towns away, having my hair and make-up done by a nice woman called Emily I only met a couple of hours ago. After an afternoon drinking coffee and eating cakes for inspiration, I had come up with a concept that worked for me and Amy, and I had drafted out the proposal. I had then fleshed it out over the next couple of weeks and we had both scouted for location. We took the proposal back to Liz of "After the Masked Ball," which would allow me the anonymity I needed and the full exhibitionism I needed too. Liz had agreed to fund the location and a photography and video team along with hair and make-up. I had agreed to no modelling fees to help support this start up and there would indeed be a series of photographs, a short explicit video and we had come up with having a behind the scenes video shot so that other women could see what was involved.

The scenario also involved Andy, Amy, Dani and James, Dani's husband. My friends had all agreed to give up their time and loved the script proposed. Andy had just smiled at me and kissed me, he knew this had been a fantasy of mine, and as a voyeur and lover of porn this was right up his alley too. The men were ready and made up first -- in this case it was pretty light, although Andy had asked for his hair to be styled differently as well as a mask and it was swept back with hair gel. They were sat in a corner of the room in costume talking in low voices and casting surreptitious glances at the three of us. Amy and Dani had their masks and evening gowns on already and were practising getting their tits out of already revealing dresses amongst much giggling. I had a fabulous new evening dress in black, plunging in the cleavage and split to both thighs but had elected to have my make-up done naked so that I couldn't get any powder on it. Dani had got for a well fitted dress in white which hugged and revealed her body, it was long like mine and split to one thigh. Amy had a bright red dress, with a cleavage plunging to the waist and a skirt that stopped scandalously short. We had all had a fun and expensive shopping trip for the outfits. Amy's outfit had clearly won the most expensive per square metre. Most importantly, the dresses all performed as was required for the script......

We had all put our masks on early so that the behind-the-scenes video could commence. Emily had now styled my normal thick curtain of black hair a stylish up-do. Under the mask my eyes were heavily made up with dark eyeshadow which reminded me of Batman, and I wondered if this was how he did it. She was just pancaking the foundation onto my face before applying a dark rich lipstick, whilst the behind-the-scenes videographer hovered around, clearly enjoying the fact I was naked. I don't know about anyone else, but I barely recognised myself. As she finished me off, I studied myself and checked the mask. I had chosen one that covered much of the top half of the face but was a black filigree lace item that looked incredibly sexy. The men were in just plain black masks, Amy had a bright red one similar to me and Dani had gone for a touch of glitter.

Satisfied everything was ready, I checked the time. We had agreed the use of the bar after hours, in keeping with the concept of "After the Masked Ball" and I knew the main photographer and her lighting assistant had been checking the lighting levels and getting ready to set up. The bar was due to close at 10pm for a "private function" -- which was us. It was now around 9:30, so that gave me time to get dressed then we could all head down. Thanking Emily, I stood up and turned to the others.

"Is everyone ready? You all remember what you are doing?" I asked, hands on hips and trying to look commanding whilst still naked. They rolled their eyes but answered in the affirmative. We are all good friends, and they knew I was nervous so were cutting me some slack. I turned and checked myself in the full-length mirror one last time, I had removed my pubes a few days ago so that any rash would have gone. I had also put myself on a strict diet for the last two weeks figuring this was a once and only time and I needed to look good, the camera is very unforgiving. My body looked fabulous even if I was ridiculously hungry and my pussy was definitely ready for its scenes. I then slipped a black thong on, which barely covered anything, and then carefully rolled on a pair of stockings. Andy stepped across to help me into my dress. It was backless as well as plunging and was taken on and off by undoing the halter neck. Lastly, I slipped on long black silk opera gloves and a long fake pearl necklace which went around my neck twice before hanging beautifully between my tits. Andy passed me a small box with a smile. Curiously, I opened it to find a pair of real pearl earrings, dangling off white gold chains.

"Just know I am with you all the way," he whispered, and we air kissed so that the make-up was not smudged. He carefully put the earrings in for me and then ruined the emotional effect by tweaking both nipples through the thin fabric of the dress.

"Shall we head down then people," I called. And we set off for the lift. Emily came down with us and then headed off her work done, Jules, the behind-the-scenes videographer, followed on behind.

We arrived in the bar just as the last couples were leaving and got mildly shocked and confused expressions from the elderly patrons. We got the barman to make the drinks that me, Andy, Amy, and Dani would be having for the scenario and a shot of tequila for dutch courage for me, which slipped straight down. James, who would be playing a barman for this scene, albeit in mask as well, then took up position behind the bar and we politely ushered the barman out and locked the door. He had to clean down the bar, so we had promised to be out after an hour or so.

I sat on a bar stool and crossed my legs, the split skirt did as it should and fell open to the top of my thigh, exposing my stockings and a fair amount of skin. James passed me my drink and then we sat whilst the photographer marshalled her troops. Liz had found us a female photographer, Anne, and whilst the lighting and video team were male, it was clear she was calling the shots. I had to sit still for some time whilst they got the lighting set up, I had asked for a low light ambience for the shoot in keeping with a late night bar, but clearly it had to allow for what we were going to do to be shot. This gave me time to think; I was hugely excited and nervous in equal measure. The quiet voice in my head which I had always listened to growing up was saying "what are you doing, people will see you naked, what are you thinking....." however, this just added an extra frisson to the anticipation of fulfilling a long-standing fantasy. Since I had first looked at porn with Andy, I had wanted to be one of those girls and expose my body intimately and explicitly to men I would never meet. The fact that they would be turned on and might even wank over me was causing my pussy to melt and my clit to pulse. Eventually Anne declared herself happy and took a couple of test shots to show me. I nodded agreement. We could now start. My breath was shallow, and my pulse was racing, but now we could go, I felt strangely relaxed.

Chapter Three

Just as a quick note: I am going to run through the scenario of the shoot as if it happened linearly, rather than all the repeat shots; that is what takes the time on these shoots. As you might guess, in each pose there are multiple shots and changes of camera angle, along with much stage direction ("Can you straighten those inner lips" was a favourite). If I included all of it this story would drag, so just the bits needed will be included -- just take it as read that hundreds of photos are taken during the scenario. Along with the players, there is the photographer and her lighting assistant and the behind-the-scenes videographer; the main videographer has come to watch, his part of the work is planned to be in the bedroom.