Girlvert: A Porno Memoir by Oriana Small Read Free Book Online Page A

she’d be done. They called it the Hooker Mentality. Girls that just went along with everything were the cool girls. I wanted to be cool. I didn’t ask about—or object to—anything. Brett took the lead. I tried to be the perfect girl. We were getting started. Brett held the camera and put it close, right to my face. Then, in a gruff voice, he asked, “What’s your name? Why are you here?”
    I didn’t know how I was supposed to answer, so I just smiled and looked really happy. “Ashley…I’m here to get fucked.” Marcus grabbed my face and pulled out his giant black cock. Both he and Brett were still in their jeans and had their cocks out through the zippers. Very roughly, they pushed my face onto each one, all the way down my throat. I sucked and gagged, spit flowing out of my mouth. It was all so fast. I didn’t have any control whatsoever. They just tugged me back and forth, like a rag doll or a party favor. Although it was much more intense than I could have imagined, I liked it. I said I liked it rough, and I could take it. I knew that at any time I could have called to Tyler to come save me. But I didn’t need saving. This was my pornographic experience.
    Tyler sat in the corner of the room, near the tiny bathroom. He was watching and dying to jump in and be part of the scene. He was probably taking a few notes in his head, learning a few techniques from Brett. This guy did it all. He slapped me a little, held my head down on his cock while I deep throated it. He called me a whore and mercilessly shoved his dick into my ass. There was lube this time, but it still hurt. Brett had one of the biggest heads that a penis could have. The whole dick was big, too, eight inches and thick enough. But this huge helmet of a tip seemed like double the width of the entire thing. He just popped it in. I actually felt it go “pop” when it went in and out. I don’t think the Anabolic video rulebook contains an item instructing male talent to ease large cocks into the new girls’ assholes.
    When I had to take a second to collect myself, trying to hold back tears from the pain, Brett rolled his eyes. He looked at Marcus as if to say, “Oh, so this girl said she can really take it, and now she wants to cry. I guess she’s not so ready for this after all.” It killed me to have to admit any defeat or that I was hurting. My ass was stinging and burning from Brett’s enormous mushroom cap being rammed in all at once. I rubbed my butthole and wiped the forming tears from my eyes. “I’m fine. I’m okay. Can you just be a little easier on me? I’m not used to them being so big”—my way of compromising.
    Marcus nodded his head and agreed to take it easier. He was stroking his cock with some lube, getting ready for his turn to go in. This big, beautiful, childish grin came over his face and convinced me that he wasn’t there to hurt anyone. Brett looked pissed off and said, “You know, we’re not even some of the biggest guys. You’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to stay in this business. Everyone is a least this big or bigger.” I hated him for saying it.
    I was bent over in doggy when Marcus started fucking my ass. His was much thicker but felt better because he didn’t have that awful head that Brett did. Still, I could barely take Marcus all the way in. This was still one of my early scenes, and these were definitely the biggest cocks so far. I smiled through the pain and tried to enjoy it.
    Then Marcus pulled his dick out of my ass and shoved it straight into my mouth. That was something I’d never done, not even at home. I was too afraid to put anything from my ass into my mouth. Didn’t they teach us in school to never do that? I was afraid to stop and ask if I was going to get sick from it. Brett became so irritated the last time I had to take a break that I just kept going; even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop to ask, because my mouth was stuffed full of cock. Sympathy be damned.
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