I have been an exhibitionist my entire adult life. I started posting sexy images on 4Chan of all places, and loved the attention. I got such a rush knowing guys were stroking themselves to me. Once I entered the kink scene, I gained a reputation for fucking in front of people at parties, and I was known for being extremely vocal, enthusiastic, and skilled with a cock in my hands. Eventually, this evolved into me doing some amateur porn with a local producer, and although I was extremely nervous about it at first, I eventually became more confident and started to really enjoy the experiences. Most of what I had done was erotic massage, one of my favorite categories of porn. My partner LOVED it. He loved having documentation where I am pleasured, or where I am expertly stroking a cock. I loved the fact that my porn was being distributed and that men were jerking off watching me.
Enter CrushedVelvetX. I had been seeing this creator’s work on Fetlife for years. Beautiful pinups of people in rope bondage, often with stunning, colorful lighting. I have had a “thing” for lights and shadows on human skin for over a decade; I find it to just be the most beautiful thing, so his work was right up my alley. Recently, he made the switch to creating videos. Hardcore, intense BDSM scenes and sex with incredible chemistry. One video featured a woman lit with linear shadows wrapping around her body, like the pattern cast by window blinds. The lines emphasized her curves beautifully, and the whole thing looked like classic film noir. I was so into his style. I have never seen anyone use light and shadow the way he does in porn. Not to mention, everything I had seen of his didn’t feel like traditional porn; it felt like genuinely intense sexual and kinky experiences people were having that just happened to be beautifully documented. The videos just dripped with erotic energy.
He had posted an update on Fetlife that he wanted to film as much as possible that coming month and was looking for performers to work with. Nervously, I reached out to him. I sent him a message, giving my elevator pictch. I introduced myself, had a few bullet points about why I am fun to work with, expressed my limits (no PiV), and described the scene I wanted to do—a pussy flogging scene. I had discovered this scene a few months prior and was obsessed. I have a “thrusting” buttplug in my pussy, continuously fucking me, while a soft, gentle flogger is struck against my pussy and thighs. It has me screaming in near-orgasmic bliss.
He suggested we add a blowjob (which would be the first time I had ever done one on film), and he was in. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to play with my favorite porn star. How many people can say that?
On the day of the shoot, he greeted me at the door. I could feel my heart pounding. I was star-struck in a way I didn’t expect to be. I felt like an excited fangirl meeting her favorite celebrity, except I was about to have this man bring me to orgasm. I tried hard to play it cool, but I was seriously aroused. After chit-chatting for a bit and settling into the space, we exchanged test results and filled out his release forms. We spent some time discussing how the shoot would proceed, working out little details of how each section would flow. He listened to my input, rechecked what my limits were, and generally did everything right to make me more comfortable.
The studio was set up with an array of colorful lights. In the back half of the room stood a padded bondage table, a bit smaller than a twin bed, surrounded by four cameras. The table was upholstered in black vinyl, and the sides were studded with tie-down points.
He had me strip down to my bra and panties and get on the table as he adjusted the positioning of the cameras. Once that was setup, he had me pose sexily (which I did my best to do, although I had very little idea what I was doing) while he slowly panned the camera around my face and body. He said these shots would be in slow motion.
The next set of opening shots was to be him caressing and groping my body. I sat up on the table, and he stood behind me. He quickly confirmed that I was okay with my neck being touched, and then his large hands began roaming my body. I was instantly making happy little noises as he slid his hands across my skin. He grabbed at my thighs, brought a hand under my bra to grope my breast, and aggressively spread my legs open to the camera. I moaned as he gently placed a strong hand around my neck. In turn, I reached out for his arms and caressed them; I grabbed at his hips; and I stroked my own skin, my excitement building as I let images dance in my mind as to what was about to happen.
He asked how I would feel about us doing an “opening” blowjob, which I said I was happy to do. He had me rotate the direction I was facing and lie down on my stomach, with my face at the edge of the table. The cameras were adjusted slightly once more, and he got into position. I was very aware of three simultaneous motivations I had going into this: I wanted to do things that would look good for the camera (such as not having my head completely blocking the action), do things that would feel good for him, and do things that I would enjoy and would help me get lost in the experience. He stood in front of me, an obvious bulge now just inches from my face. He undid his pants and lowered them slightly. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock bounced out, fully-hard. Despite having seen a few of his videos, it was bigger than I expected, with a dramatic upward curve and a swollen head. I put a hand against the base of his cock, feeling how damn hard he was.
My mouth watered in Pavlovian preparation, and I was quickly on it. I had planned on starting slowly with a gentle teasing tongue, but that didn’t last more than a moment. I hungrily wrapped my lips around him and began bobbing my head up and down his length, pausing occasionally for some more focused licking. Once I had saturated his cock, I began working his shaft with my hand while my tongue and mouth explored his head. Happy little moans escaped me as I pleasured his cock. I was drooling all over him and acting so goddamn thirsty for it, I felt like I was in my fucking element. “Fuck, you’re good at this” he hissed. I grabbed the base of his cock and slapped my cheek with it a couple times. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and rather than forcing my head down onto his cock as I expected, he held my head stable and began slowly and gently face-fucking me. Due to the angle I was at and the angle of his cock, he wasn’t forcing his full length inside me, so I was able to take everything he offered without any gagging or resistance.
He released my hair, and I went back to work, alternating between hungrily lapping at his cockhead and taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I knew we were far from over; I knew he wouldn’t be cumming until we had completed our flogging scene, but I wanted it badly. I looked up at him with hungry eyes and desperate little moans. Tragically, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began putting it back into his pants. “I’m going to have to stop there; you were going to make me cum. This clearly isn’t your first rodeo”.
We began preparing for the next shot, the scene in which I would have my pussy flogged. I removed my bra and lied back down on the table. He pulled out some buff-colored rope and began binding my legs, bending them at the knee. His hands moved quickly as he pulled the rope around me, the sensation once again bringing happy moans to my lips. Each rope was then tied down to the table, spreading my legs open. I had enough range of motion to trust my hips upward. The rope was not without intensity, but it was still comfortable enough. He fluffed my hair and spread it around behind me. My wrists were also bound together, and my arms were pulled high over my head. Once the bondage was complete, he pulled out a Polaroid camera and snapped a couple shots so we would each have a little souvenir.
He agreed to an element I thought would be a fun addition, having the toy brought to my mouth so I could fellate it and get it nice and wet before insertion. He readied the toy and first began teasing me with it, dragging the tip across my thighs, pussy, nipples, and finally bringing it to my mouth. I worked to cover the toy as best I could, attempting to give it the best blowjob I could in my restrained state. He turned the toy on, and I squirmed slightly in anticipation. I had been kept in chastity for the last few days in preparation for this scene, and I was so ready to be penetrated. He pulled my underwear to the side, but once again teased me first, gently pressing the toy against my clit and entrance. I again moaned and squirmed.
The toy at last penetrated me, my pussy stretching around something for the first time in the last four days. It felt so good, gently but rapidly fucking me. He positioned himself and gave me a few gentle test taps with the flogger on my vulva and thighs. Oh yes! He began to build a rhythm and gradually increased the intensity. Each whap of the flogger either hit my clit or the base of the toy, driving it into me. I moaned and gasped with each hit, rocking my hips back and forth, bringing my pussy up to meet his strikes. The power behind each beat steadily increased as my excitement grew and grew until I was a writing disaster of arousal, my moans and cries bordering on ecstatic screams. The beatings continued. Morale improved. My arousal reached a few elated, screaming peaks, and he slowed down to ask if I had cum. I was getting closer and closer, but I had not quite crossed the finish line. I let him know what to look for and that I would suddenly become silent.
He moved towards the head of the table, the angle of the flogging now hitting the toy more consistently as I continued to wail in ecstasy. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them just enough for his rock-hard cock to be freed, bouncing just above my face. I instantly salivated. He continued to flog me, but leaned over the table enough that his cock was lined up. I wasn’t able to properly suck his cock like I desperately wanted to, so I slid my mouth under it, dragging my lips and tongue on the underside of his shaft and balls. My hungry moans were muffled around his cock. He changed his angle slightly and began gently face-fucking me as I became more and more excited. I wanted so badly to make him cum right then and there, to have his cock just explode over me.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I resumed licking and mouthing the underside of it, until it was pulled away from me. With one hand, he continued the onslaught against my pussy, the beating increasing in intensity. With the other hand, he began stroking his cock, unaware that this is one of my weaknesses. Restrained as I was, there was no way for me to reach for him and grab his cock. I also wanted to watch his hand rhythmically stroking himself and just drink in the visual, but the assault of the flogger kept me from staring. Another intense peak of pleasure washed over me, and I cried out. I was fucking close.
The flogging paused, and he moved back down towards the foot of the table. I wiggled in anticipation, not knowing exactly what was coming next. He put his hands on me and slowly started moving towards my pussy. He pulled my panties off to the side, exposing me. He stroked my lips, which had become highly sensitive after the beating. The pad of a finger pushed into my clit and I began rubbing it in a circular motion. As much as I love my clitoral hood being masturbated, I cannot handle much sensation on the actual tip of my clit, so the motion oscillated between pleasure and overwhelming intensity. “Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed, “Fuck, that’s so much!”. The cameras’ gaze provided just enough pressure to keep me from asking him to stop. I wanted the scene to continue, I wanted to challenge myself to take it. I had informed him earlier that I am usually more likely to cum from vaginal than clitorial, as I had spoiled my clit. He seemed to take this cue, and grabbed the base of the toy inside me with his remaining hand. He began fucking me with the toy while his finger continued to circle and abuse my clit. Fuck, the assault on my pussy was intense, the rest of the world dissolved away. The toy fucking me felt so good, my arousal climbed to a new peak. The torturous sensations on my clit transformed into pleasure. My legs shook within their binds, and my hips bucked up to meet his touch as my screams filled the room. All the buildup and all the denial of the past few days culminated in an overwhelming orgasm. My body tensed up, my pussy squeezed down on the toy, threatening to push it out, but he read what was happening and shoved it firmly into me. My scream suddenly silenced, and my body froze while my brain melted into unbearable bliss.
The finger on my clit slowed to a gentle stroking, and his hands pulled away. He laughed, saying, “I see what you mean about the silence, it was like the air was vacuumed out of the room. I could also feel when it happened”. He asked me how I felt about using a Hitachi. I explained that my clit cannot usually handle it, but it is great when placed on the base of the toy, and if he wanted to be mean, placing it on my clit is a good way to sexually torture me. He seemed to like this idea, and I wiggled in my ropes as he placed a condom over the head of the Hitachi. I could feel myself tense up as he turned it on, and the distinctive buzzing reached my ears. He placed the head against the base of the toy, and the thrusting plug went into overdrive, pounding away at me with intense vibrations. I was instantly crying out and panting. He wiggled the wand around, changing the angle of the vibrations pulsing through my body. I once again felt my arousal rising to a climax. I was getting close. I tensed up my body, trying to bring myself there, but it wasn’t quite enough.
Suddenly, the Hitachi was moved up to my clit, and the sensation had me straining against the ropes, it was so intense I could barely handle it. He moved the wand around so that the pinnacle occasionally brushed directly against my clit tip, and other times on less sensitive areas. I found myself laughing and giggling in near-panic, and tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I was so close to begging for mercy, but the gaze of the camera forced me to take what I normally would have safe-worded out of. Pushing through my internal resistance, it was clear this was working. Despite the nearly unbearable sensations, all of this was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. The wand was moved all around my pussy, alternating between the incredibly pleasurable base of the toy and my overwhelmed clit. I continued to wail, cry, scream, and giggle hysterically, depending on where the wand hit. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and the rope cut into me as I struggled against it. “I’m close! I’m so close!” I called out. I tensed up, desperate to feel my release. I screamed one last time and fell silent, as the orgasm ran through my whole body, flooding me with ecstasy. Everything in my brain suddenly fell away as I was nothing except the orgasm. I crashed back down to earth nearly sobbing with loud, panicky giggles. My clit was now on-fire, engorged with blood, and so much more sensitive than seconds before. Now I begged. “Too much! Too much! Oh God!”. The wand was removed and my body softened as I giggled nearly uncontrollably, endorphins flooding my system.
Once I had settled and returned to sanity, he began untying my ropes, which were becoming very uncomfortable from straining against them. I got up and stretched as he prepared the studio for the next portion of our shoot, a blowjob, the first time I had ever given one on film. I admired the rope marks on my ankles and thighs as I moved and stretched. I was so excited for this next scene, having thoroughly enjoyed having his cock in my mouth earlier. I wanted to savor this, but I also couldn’t wait to make him cum.
I got on my knees in the middle of the filming area, and he stood in front of me. We pantomimed the blowjob for a moment while he adjusted cameras for the new position. “Okay”, he said, “Get this hard for me”. He undid his pants, and I gripped the base of his cock with one hand and went to work. I swirled my tongue around the head of his soft cock, and pulled his full length into my mouth. Something about this moment felt extra slutty, being downgraded from porn star to fluffer. I loved the feeling of his cock getting larger and harder in my mouth, letting my tongue explore every inch of him. The thought kept circling in my mind of how badly I wanted to make this cock cum. I was already making happy, muffled noises and squirming where I kneeled. Soon his cock was hard and I was no longer able to take all of his length, so I worked the base with a closed hand, drooling profusely.
He pulled his swollen cock out of my eager mouth and once again fiddled with the cameras. He told me that we would have to pause when he was close and switch to slow-motion to capture the cumshot. He also said eye contact should be directed at the cameras, not at him. We were ready to begin once again. I had planned once more to start slowly and sensually, but after having spent that time getting him hard, I was so very ready to just devour him. I started working his cockhead with my tongue, and it wasn’t long before I was bobbing my head down his length with full enthusiasm. I squeezed the base of his cock, enjoying the feeling in my hand. God, he was so hard. I alternated between licking his cockhead, mouthing the sides of his cock with long strokes of my lips, and taking his full length. He pulled out his phone and filmed me for a bit, gonzo-style, and I made sure to have long, intense eye contact with the device. I silently begged him with my eyes for his cum. I was fully uninhibited, letting myself show this cock my full appreciation and lust. He grabbed my neck in his hands, one on each side, holding me steady. He began rhythmically fucking my face, his cock easily sliding in. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Fuck, it felt so good to have my mouth used as a cock sleeve. He pulled back, and I felt his bloated cockhead pop out from between my lips. He indicated that he was ready to switch the camera to slow-motion, which had me squirming with excitement. He encouraged me to “just do exactly what you’ve been doing”.
Anticipation flooded through me, knowing I was about to have his cum either in my mouth or on my face. The thought had me back on his cock as soon as the camera was rolling. Drooling, sucking, stroking, and worshiping. My every movement, every action, and every decision were motivated by one purpose: to force an orgasm out of him. I bounced in place and moaned around his cock. I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked him with vigor, looking up at him with pleading eyes and biting my lip before diving back onto his cock. He began to breathe more heavily, moaning slightly, and I could tell he was getting close. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it furiously, I grabbed his thighs and rocked in place in excitement, I could feel my already heightened arousal climbing with anticipation. He moaned and grunted as a shot of cum landed on my chin and chest. A second rope landed in my mouth, the flavor filling my senses. A third strike hit my upper lip and cheek, which I licked up as his orgasm subsided. I listened to his breathing steady and began softly cleaning his cock, a final act of worship. I slowly and gently massaged his head with my tongue, letting the sensation become softer and more delicate until I finally disconnected. As he moved over towards the camera to capture the final shot of me, I dragged a finger across my cum-covered chest.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12un8ca/fm_how_many_people_can_say_this_i_got_to_play
You really did got to fulfill the dream!
Link? Any idea why you aren’t down for PiV?
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Ridiculously hot story 🥵
Jesus Christ, tbh I couldn’t finish it after the fourth paragraph lmao enjoy yourself though and congratulations on the great opportunities
That was fucking hot! I’m jealous!
Awesome story. Love the detail. Thanks for sharing