I [M] 34, Throatpie’d A Porn Star At A Porn Convention

I work as a journalist and whenever there’s a sex-related assignment on the table I snatch it up. A couple of years ago there was a porn/sex convention that came to the city nearest me and I snagged it. I’d never been to anything like that so I had no idea what to expect.

My job was to write a pretty generic piece “The 10 Craziest Things to do at [X Convention]” or something like that. I’d been not masturbating (save for occasional edging] for many months so I was exceedingly horny. I couldnt stop thinking about what it might be like. It occurred to me that a lot of normies probably hear about conventions like this one and reflexively think, “I wonder if there’s any chance of getting laid at one of those things.” Or maybe it was just me.

The convention took place in a large rectangular hall with sprawling ceilings. The perimeter had pink curtains set up around 30 feet from the walls that served as miniature green rooms for the performers and workers. Then there were lots and lots of tables set up throughout the hall, a food stand that sold dick shaped corn dogs, a stage in the back near the bathrooms for performances, a bondage rope swing area and a lecture stage on the right side of the building near the entrance where adult stars hosted talks like Preparing For First Time Anal, Camming Tips, and Intro to Polyamory. This was a couple years ago and it seemed like Cam sites were really just starting to become ubiquitous at these events. Charurbate had a huge row of booths with performers camming live and they were hosting a meet and greet with I believe, Alexis Texas, who was subsequently doing an appearance at a nearby strip club after the con. The line to meet Alexis stretched through almost the entire building.

There were a lot of tables occupied by products like a new line of lubricant that I think was called Pussy Juice and a crypto coin for adult content called TitCoin. However, the majority of tables were occupied by performers or production companies that hosted performers where they’d set up with DVD’s, headshots, posters and fleshlights for sale and to be signed. People could also pay to take pictures with them. It seemed like most of the performers I knew of were there: Adriana Chechik, Marley Bronx, Bella Knox, Lexi Belle, Sara Jay (just a few off top.)

Usually I’m never asked to take pictures. It’s not what I do or am any good at. In this case though, they weren’t sending a photographer and it was a pretty visual experience. So I bought a digital camera with a decent zoom and walked around the hall with my pen, pad, a recorder in hand, and the camera strapped around my neck, going from table to table chatting up performers and fans.

It was pretty titillating, too much so in fact as I was wearing pretty tight, black pants and found myself having to do a lot of
belly breathing to control my ever creeping hard dick. I’m not unattractive nor am I hot, but I’ve never really had a problem having sex with girls I find attractive, until somewhat recently when I found myself eschewing a social life entirely to focus solely on work and try to make something of myself. That, plus not jerking off meant I often had a conspicuous, ever present boner that night and often a bit of precum sticking to the side of my leg. Making it worse, while the convention had a “no nudity” rule performers and guests flouted the rule as much as possible without breaking it. For most, this meant wearing nothing but thongs with their tits completely out and only pasties or a bit of tape covering their nipples. Some performers had on the tinniest pasties that didn’t even begin to cover their nipples in mockery of the rule

I went around and did my job which was looking at things like penis dogs, writing down a quirky observation or two, snapping photos, and most of all, getting quotes. The bulk of the job was going up to guests and performers and asking dumb questions to grab cute quotes to plug into the generic piece. Like,

Me: What’s the koooooookiest thing to do at [X Convention?]
Nina Hartley: Ride the Sybian while Jean Grey fingers herself and eats a penis shaped corn dog.
Me: Wowee, porn is so wild!
(This interaction is fictional, although Nina was there and lots of Cosplay performers were in attendance, but sadly, no one dressed as Jean Grey)

That my night I watched an Amateur dance off on the main stage during which female porn fans did their best stripper moves for the crowd and the winner (by audience applause) received a bunch of sexy toys. After that I mostly chatted with performers. I should add that I had a couple of really good non-sexual or sex-related conversations with performers about things like film and literature. For the most part they’re sitting there waiting on guys who want them to sign their merch and take a photo with them but a lot of those guys are extremely nervous and only ask about porn stuff. So they were generally somewhat psyched to engage about other stuff. I met a few people that I would have liked to stay in touch with as friends and one I kind of did.

There was a second night and I wasn’t sure I was going to return. I had what I needed for a generic coverage piece. However a part of me was thinking I should just scrap the piece and write what I really wanted to write which was “Do You Have Any Chance Of Getting Laid at A Sex/Porn Convention?”.

I knew the actual, boring answer. It was ‘sure maybe, most adult performers are about as likely to fuck you as any civilian but maybe a little less so because of professional implications.’ Then again, there were also a lot of hot and horny porn fans there of all genders, and despite the reality pertaining to performers, the fantasy still persists.

I resigned to return for the second night and really look for whether anyone appeared to be screwing around.

I was much more relaxed on the second night than the first albeit, constantly hard still. I had more great conversations. I met Lexi Belle and we talked about music for a bit I was a tad bashful with her as she is one the performers I’m most attracted to past and present. I’m pretty monogamous with my porn. I have a few performers whose stuff I watch continually, and one site I always watch and that’s about it. Lexi is one of the few performers I return to, and being in her presence was odd. She was still breathtakingly gorgeous but in a way that’s a little more realistic than in her movies. I’d met a few film and tv celebrities and had never been anywhere near this red in the face.

Soon, I started to pick up on things, little moments. I was standing near the booth of a milf performer who had a very large personal security guy there with her. I wasn’t familiar with this performer but she was nearly six foot and she had very long auburn hair with a huge ass and tits and a tiny waist, almost like Psylocke from X Men if she were in her 50’s. I watched a fan wait in line for her booth and then start talking to her. He started to whisper in her ear and she whispered back making her suddenly shocked and then, intrigued. It looked a bit like flirting from afar. Finally she walked over to her security guy and whispered something in his ear and then she took the fan’s hand and walked him towards the bathroom where they skipped the long line and entered together. I have no idea what happened next. I can’t quite remember for sure but I think he may have handed her a wad of cash before they took off.

Titillated further I found myself chatting with Sarah Vandella who I wasn’t familiar with before that night but we were just kind of chatting about what each of us was doing for work that evening. She was incredibly affable and charming. Overall easy to talk to. She was also rather touchy. I had on a wool button down and as we talked I found myself closer and closer to her and noticed her fingers graze the chest area of my shirt a few times. Now, I surmised that this was just a feature of her very charming personality and had nothing to do with me, but a small part of me thought, maybe, just maybe I was her type. Pretty soon I had to do the gentlemanly thing and excuse myself as I was taking up her time and she was there to make money, but as a stood there now a mere inch or two away from her face and huge, perfect tits I could now smell a strong floral perfume or shampoo that also reminded me a little bit of pussy and all I wanted to do was drop to my knees there behind her booth and bury my face in her asshole. I had never burried my face in a person’s asshole before but at that moment, if she had indicated that she wanted me to, I would have stayed there behind that booth and transcribed Ulysses with my tongue while she finished signing. But I didn’t.

I got into a conversation with a young couple attending the convention for the second year in a row. He was thin and sort of olive skin with a dark flat top and she had a short Uma in Pulp Fiction style Bob. She was very petite with small perky boobs which were visible because she was wearing no bra and just a plain white T shirt. They were both wearing plain white t’s that were covered in sharpie writing. Her shirt had “cuck queen” and “butt slut” written on it among
many other things. And she had little cat ears sticking out her hair via a plastic headband. I kinda felt like a was vibing with them and she was my type to a- t. She was sitting beside me and her hand was on the bench just barely touching the outside of my leg. My mind was willing some kind of magical energy to magnetize her and onto my cock and I could almost feel that same energy radiating from her skirt. However I was getting the subtle vibe that going to their hotel would mean fucking them both which I wasn’t entirely up to, as much as the head of my dick was starting to burn the inside of thigh when I caught her stealing glances at me. I eventually excused myself and resumed deep breathing.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion that, as much as I wanted to believe that people were fucking in bathrooms left and right and fingering each other under tables while eating butt, it just wasn’t happening save for maybe the occasional bathroom tug job. The after parties probably did have a good amount of fucking but I didn’t intend to follow through that deep.

I stood near the doors and scrolled through my photos, making sure I had decent shots when I spotted three performers strolling into the auditorium. One of them was male, thin and tall with short dark hair a a bit of metalhead vibe. The first of the two girls was full figured, maybe even slightly curvy but fit, with tanned, almost caramel skin, looking maybe Polynesian. She looked a bit like Abella Anderson, hot, and pretty much any guys type although not really mine. The other girl had on ripped up jeans with a bright green thong underneath and no shirt with her 34GG tits hanging out and only two small pieces of electrical tape in an ”x” shape over each nipple. She too was full figured but also very fit. She had a similar body type to her friend but she had milky pale skin, was blonde and had unreal tits. Usually, this wouldn’t be my type either but she had this heart shaped face with slightly sunken eyes that gave her a dark appeal. Almost like she’d look slightly goth even if she didn’t dress that way. I fucking love goth girls. She was extremely good looking. The best way I can describe her is if Wednesday Adams grew up, dyed her hair blonde and had huge tits.

It was rude of attendees to just take photos of performers without paying (except for press) and I had a press badge so I sort of nodded toward her and raised the camera up to ask if she was okay with taking a quick pic. She looked into my eyes, nodded and smiled and I took a few steps toward her. Then, all three of them suddenly took off walking toward the back of the hall and I stopped in my tracks. I took a look at her walking away a good 30 feet ahead of me and just before I looked away she turned around and raised her pointer figure motioning toward her and her friends like “come hither.” So, I headed toward them but they kept walking and I was stil a good 25 feet behind. I saw them walk to the back of the room.

Remember those pink curtains I mentioned in the beginning?

They walked over to them and showed their badges to someone who pulled up the curtain welcoming them into the back area. A moment later I find myself just on the other side of the curtain. The security guy who let them in has walked off and I’m just standing there. I had this feeling like suddenly like “this is it. It’s all happening on the other side of these curtains.” I start imagining those GG tits swinging and cock throbbed in my pants. I could no longer think straight. Finally I take a deep breath and lifted up the curtain ducking behind it.

Indeed, the curtains were set up as little green rooms for different performers. Inside this one was a gift basket full of lube and sex toys. The basket was on top of a table where a very sort of convential suburban mother type woman was sitting in a chair just kind of chillin. I’m not sure what happened to the female friend, but she wasn’t in the room. The blonde was. She greeted me with a smile as I walked in. As she smiled at me, the guy she walked in with was kissing her neck and fingering her pussy. Her ripped jeans were pulled down to her thighs and he was fingering her from behind making her moan and bounce on his hand, all while continuing to smile at me and stare directly into my eyes. Now I smelled what was unmistakably pussy, good, sopping wet, pussy. This area had rough, thin gray carpet on the floor and I could see drops of pussy juice (real pussy juice, not the lube) on the floor just beneath where he was fingering her.

That was it. I was about to cum in my pants. She kept staring at me, her tits now swinging just as I had imagined, so close I could reach out and touch them.

Finally, I managed to squeak out “can I?”

Bad grammar I know. Had she replied “I don’t know, can you?” I would have totally deserved it.”

Her head appeared to nod and she moaned but I couldn’t really tell if she was responding or just cumming. Finally she whispered something in the ear of the guy who was still behind her with half a hand in her cunt and he addressed me saying “let’s see your cock”.

I wasn’t sure what to expect at this point but if fucking her throat meant letting this guy suck or fiddle with my cock a bit, I wasn’t going to complain. I pulled out my cock which was now so hard I’m pretty sure it was a full 7 inches for the first time in my life. Pre cum gleamed from the tip, noticeably.

“Nice,” he said, “who do you shoot for?”

Now, I realized that one of two things was happening. He either thought I was actually photographer since I still had a camera hanging from my neck, or he thought I was a performer. I answered his question, naming the publication that had sent me to cover the convention but I realized in that moment that the name could easily be mistaken for a porn production company, but before I could really process all of this he spoke up again.

“Front or back?” He asked, withdrawing his hand from her pussy and pulling off her jeans and thong. Now her fat, shaven pussy was right in front of my visibly wet and much as I wanted to shove my cock in it, I knew it would mean that beautiful pink cunt would be covered in my jizz in seconds, so I managed to mutter…

“Front”

The word crept out of my mouth slow and quiet enough that her lips were around the head of my cock before I sounded out the final consonant, causing me to break the word into two syllables as my voice shot up a few octaves at the end like,

“Fru-uuunnntttt”

Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and applied a tiny ounce of suction as her tongue slid up between her lips clearing the little bit of goo off the hole of my cock. Then she went deeper and her tongue wrapped around the bottom of my shaft. Meanwhile the guy behind her has taken his very fucking big dick out and has begun railing her, causing her to take my dick a little bit deeper every stroke. Within about sixty seconds I knew I was going to cum so I took a step back, pulling my wet cock from her mouth and wrapped my hand around the base. I was doing this to block blood flow and not cum but I didn’t want this to be obvious so I thwacked it lightly onto her cheek. However, she clearly enjoyed this and the guy took it as a cue and began slapping her ass causing her to moan and enthuasticaly take my cock back into her mouth and start jamming it down her throat. I love fucking throats so much. I had a girlfriend when I was pretty young who would take me in her throat and swallow me with her throat muscles every time I was about to cum. It’s the one thing I cannot resist. So it’s been maybe three minutes now and my cock is in her throat and he’s pounding her deeper and deeper and she’s not letting me back out so I can feel every inch of the circumference of my shadt plugging her throat as it constricts and I tried to breathe and breathe and breathe buI it was no use. I felt at least three months worth of cum start rushing out of me.

I was so busy trying not to cum, I fucked up, forgetting to warn her as my cock tingled and throbbed and shot rope after rope of cum into her throat. At first it was like three huge ropes of cum that just slid right down her throat directly into her belly, but I just kept seizing and convulsing shooting what must have been a total of eight ropes into her throat, causing her to eventually ease back a little so the last two landed on her tongue and a drop or two dribbled out onto the carpet.

I can’t rally describe the feeling. Have you ever gotten life-changing good news that you completely weren’t expecting? Like, you won this contest you entered on a whim then forgot about, or something like that? It tingles and you kind of feel the blood in your face swirl around as the realization sets in. That’s how this felt.

All I can see is bright red under my eyelids and I suddenly realize that the older women is still sitting at the table behind us because she suddenly shouts

“I FREAKIN’ LOVE [X Convention]!!!”

It occurs to me in this moment that porn performers tend to be okay with being photographed while fucking and how could I not take any pictures, so I tried to snap something as she cleaned me up but ended up just getting a shot of her back.

For some reason, the older women the. Inquires
“Did he cum?”

And the guy reponds “yeah, check it out” and proudly points to the drops of cum on the carpet and, she still bent over in front of him, grins, mouth still very cummy, while he continues pumping away from behind. I felt confident now there was no confusion about whether or not I was a performer. And part of me knew that I could have cum at least once, maybe twice more without waiting in between if she took me back in her mouth, but at that moment I felt like the experience was a bit too perfect to tempt fate any further so I pulled up my pants just kind of grinned and nodded at them as they continued to fuck and ducked back out to the other side of the curtain feeling more relaxed than ever before in my lifetime and stopped at a nearby mall for fast food.

I am now more or less obsessed with random, anonymous fucking and throatpies but that’s my cross to bear. I eventually found out the name this ultra kind, damn near Saint-like performer and watch her all the time now. I figure it’s the least I could do.

So, can you get any action at a sex/porn convention? I don’t know. Can you?

Happy to answer q’s in time if they come. Thanks for reading.

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