I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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Sixty Somethin'
Tucker unlocked the door to his studio early one bright morning. The phone in his office was already ringing when he walked in.
"T.S. Productions," he said.
"I was wondering where you get your...actors. I might be too old," a female voice said.
"Ha!" Tucker laughed. "How old are ya sweetheart?"
"Sixty...somethin'. Too old, right?"
"First of all, what's your name honey, and what exactly are you interested in?"
"Stephanie. You make porn, right?"
"That's right. How'd you hear about us?"
"A friend of mine showed me your website, told me he thought you were local. You don't know him or anything. I looked you up on my own."
"Oh, okay. So what part of the website did you enjoy, if you don't mind me asking?"
"The amateurs. First timers. Older folks. How do you find them? Do they just call you up like this?"
"Not too often, no. I hand out my card when I see someone that looks promising. It often doesn't work out, but I keep at it."
"So it's got more to do with looks then? Maybe I shouldn't have bothered you," Stephanie said, sounding deflated.
"Enthusiasm has a lot to do with it," Tucker said. "You've got that or you wouldn't have called me. And sexiness doesn't have a whole lot to do with beauty. But you know that already, I'm sure. Just so we're clear, before we schedule a meeting, you're interested in going all the way? A full sex session to be posted on the website?"
"Yeah. I mean I...yeah...all the way," Stephanie said, sounding nervous.
"Nerves are nothing to worry about honey," Tucker said. "All my amateurs are nervous until they get into it, and then they realize it's just plain fun. Everybody has fun. It's a nice low-key atmosphere here. So let's see...can you stop in later today? You can have a look around, and we'll talk about things, all right? I'll be here all day working on some editing."
"Today?" Stephanie said, sounding surprised. "Yeah...okay."
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"So this is the sound stage," Tucker said as he walked Stephanie around the old warehouse. "We can set up various kinds of sets — bedrooms, hotel room, living rooms, a massage room at a spa. We occasionally do more theatrical kinds of sets too, with costumes and stuff."
"It's really open here, isn't it?" Stephanie said, looking up at the high ceiling and the vastness of the old warehouse.
"Well, it's all lit up now. When we're working it's all dark except for the lights on the set. And we don't overdo the lights. With today's cameras they don't have to be super bright. It creates a nice, intimate, moody feel. If you've watched the videos on the website you know what I'm talkin' about."
"Yeah. I don't know though, are they really amateurs? They all seem so...good at it."
"Well, I usually pair an amateur with a pro, but yeah, the majority are first-timers. A lot of 'em never do it again. Not because they didn't like it — most everyone does — but because they just wanted to try it, to get it out of their system. It's good for everybody. They have fun, they make a few bucks, they get a nice souvenir to look back on, and I get a marketable product," Tucker said. "I'm guessing that's what you're interested in? Have some fun? Try somethin' exciting to spice things up?"
"Yeah, I guess...yeah. I've always been sorta fascinated by porn, even back in the sixties and seventies when I was young. It was way different back then, but...it's really been around forever, hasn't it?"
"Oh yeah. It goes back to hieroglyphics I think, pictures on cave walls of people fucking. I don't really think it's changed much. You'll be part of a tradition that goes back to the dawn of time. So, do you and your friend watch together?"
"Sometimes," Stephanie said shyly. "He's drawn the horny old lady out of me. A year ago I wouldn't be here, but, the more we play, the more crazy stuff I've been doing. I should never tell him my fantasies, because he always wants to make them come true."
"That's nice! You're lucky to have a friend like that. So tell me your porn fantasy. Maybe we can come up with something."
"You mean you're interested? In me?"
"Sure! You're plenty sexy."
"You haven't seen me naked yet. I'm...uh...not what I used to be."
"You'll be great. I've got a feel for these things. So what's your porn fantasy?"
"I really get to pick?"
"Maybe. I mean, within reason. Give it a shot."
" I guess...maybe...two beautiful people? A couple, dressed up, like out on the town. Like models, you know? Beautiful. We meet and hit it off and they take me home, to an expensive loft or something, and we...we fuck."
"Nice. I like it. So, you like women? Or would that be new?"
"New," Stephanie said, sounding shy again.
"Great. That'll add some spice, right? It's all about sprinklin' in the spice. So I'll be honest with you Stephanie," Tucker said as they walked down the short hall to his office, "to keep expenses down I usually try and keep a first-time amateur scene one-on-one, but I like you, and bringing fantasies to life almost always results in a really hot scene, so I'm willing to do it. I've got just the couple to work with you — Mitch is one of my best men, really handsome and he loves older girls, and I'll bring in Sparkle for you. She's been with me a while, sort of a part-timer, but she's good. She likes the ladies and she and Mitch have worked together. When they're dressed up they look like they walked right off the cover of a Hollywood magazine. We may have to skip the bar scene, although I have been wanting to build a set like that. I'll have to think about it. So whaddya think? You ready for some real life fantasy?"
"My head is spinning!" Stephanie said. "Is this for real? You seriously want to do this?"
"Sure honey. I hope you do too."
"I, uh...yeah. I do. I mean it's nuts, but...what the heck, right? You only live once. Eddie's gonna freak when I tell him it's happening."
"I'm gonna think on the barroom aspect," Tucker said, "so I'll give you a call in a few days, okay? In the meantime, have a look at Mitch and Sparkle on the website. I think you'll like them, but if you have any concerns, let me know."
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Stephanie drove home wondering what she was getting herself into. Six months with Eddie had certainly turned her boring life on its head. Sex in every room of both of their houses, sex in the swimming pool next door when the neighbors weren't home, sex in his car in a bowling alley parking lot, sex in a restaurant bathroom. Sex, sex, sex! She loved it — all the fun made her wonder where that kind of thing had been all her life — but making a real, live, up-on-a-website porn seemed like a crazy out-of-control thing to do. She was glad she hadn't signed a contract at the studio. She could back out. She
would
back out, she thought, as she drove into her quiet neighborhood, past playing children and a young mother out pushing her baby in a stroller.
As soon as she walked in her house she opened her worn-out laptop computer and brought up Tucker's website. She clicked on the 'Featured Actors' section and scrolled through the head-shots. Mitch took her breath away. She literally stopped breathing when she locked eyes with his picture. He was looking straight into her, saying "That's right, I'm the best looking man you've ever seen."
"Fuck!" she said under her breath.
Stephanie had never been with a really handsome man. A class president, homecoming king, soap opera star kind of guy. She assumed her time had passed, and being with a man like that would never happen, but there he was, a gorgeous specimen just waiting for her. All she needed was the nerve to go through with it.
She scrolled down to get a look at Sparkle before she dove into one of Mitch's videos. Good Lord, where does Tucker find these gorgeous creatures, she thought, when the blonde beauty's head-shot looked at her from the computer screen.
Back to Mitch. She clicked on him this time, and a long list of scenes came up to choose from, two-dozen or more freeze-frame thumbnails of him in all his glory, his perfect, nearly unbelievable body doing dirty things to women of all types. Stephanie assumed the less beautiful ones were amateurs, and there were lots of them.
There, in the middle of the choices, was Sparkle. She was looking at Mitch over her shoulder, with lusty determination on her face as he was drilling her from behind. Stephanie clicked on that one.
Yikes! Holy shit! Look at the cock on that guy! Holy shit, look at him fuck her! You gotta be
kidding
me! That's what
I'm
supposed to do? That's what he's supposed to do to
me?!
Stephanie couldn't believe Mitch's prowess. She had to see him with an amateur, someone closer to her own age. She clicked back to the menu and found 'Millie', on her back, mouth and eyes wide open, legs up on Mitch's shoulders as he went deep. Stephanie clicked on that one.
Millie was nervous as Mitch stripped the clothes off of her. She was probably in her late fifties and a bit saggy, like Stephanie. She couldn't take all of Mitch in her mouth. Stephanie wouldn't be able to either, but she thought she'd do better than Millie — her skills in that department had improved after six months of sucking Eddie's cock. Eddie had nothing on Mitch though. Good lord, Mitch really was a proper stud. Millie took him on pretty well in the fucking department though, and it gave Stephanie confidence. Yeah, us old girls can still
do
it!
She spent the whole day watching old broads get screwed. It was fuckin' hot, and when Eddie came over that evening she rode him hard and gave him the time of his life.
