Milking-Table Twist: For Her

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Our protagonist is a retiree. Young women are referred to as “girls” throughout this story from his point of view, but all characters depicted are adults over 18.

TAGS: Porn, masturbation, oral sex, massage, exhibitionism, pussy eating, older man, younger woman, fingering, video, pubic hair

There’s this genre of porn where a massage table has a hole in it and a woman underneath it jerks off or sucks off the guy lying on the table with his cock and balls dangling through the hole. Tuck had a wild idea for a female-reversed version of this, and decided to make it happen.

There would be some up-front costs but Tuck figured he’d take the chance. He’d take a disbursement from his retirement account, and spend a few months trying to turn it into a stream of income. If it didn’t work out, he could spend the rest of the year working some low-stakes temporary job to pay the bills.

He had been divorced twice and expected to never put himself through a marriage again. He dated casually and occasionally, and was mostly fine with the no-strings action he got a few times a year, plus the pleasure he gave himself a couple of nights a week the rest of the time. Porn was a regular feature of his sex life, and he thought his idea could really attract an audience.

Tuck didn’t know anybody in the porn business, neither on the performing side nor the production side. Before he pulled the trigger and committed to the venture, he researched things and was surprised by how easy it was to find information. Reddit even had an AMA (Ask Me Anything) hosted by a porn producer who answered a lot of questions. Most of the questions were about how someone could get into performing porn, but Tuck focused on the ones which were about how producers recruit. There was a helpful one about revenue as well, and the figures stated in that answer were what convinced Tuck to bite the bullet and go for it.

He ran a Craigslist ad announcing an adult entertainment gig. He spelled out the theme of “females getting massaged” so applicants would have an idea what to expect. When the ad first ran, he got so many calls he wouldn’t have had time to handle them all, except that he hadn’t gotten busy kickstarting the rest of his operation yet. Some callers clearly wanted an immediate gig with immediate pay. Others didn’t answer or backed out when he called back, and still more were 18 or 19 year olds.

Tuck came to feel this last group were really too young to make the no-takebacks decision to do porn. Besides, he personally thought girls that young still looked like children. A porn fan himself, Tuck didn’t find the “barely legal” videos that enticing. Obviously youthful women were attractive and hot, but the operative word there is “women.” It’s a myth that adolescent girls stop growing by age sixteen. The consent-aged teenies still too young to drink needed a few more years to reach an adult-looking size and shape, and lose the sheen of immaturity, in Tuck’s opinion.

Since listening to calls and weeding out poor candidates was taking up so much time, he amended the ad to say that only serious inquiries would be taken, candidates had to prove they were over 21, there would be a minimum of one month before the gig was to commence, the set would be a sober environment, and a minimum of two non-nude, non-sex-tryout interviews were required before an applicant made it into the casting pool.

Over the course of a few weeks, Tuck shopped around for a lawyer. Specialists serving the porn industry were very expensive, but without too much effort he found a “sin law” firm with a broader focus than just porn. In addition to a couple of small-time porn producers and a few performers, this firm served strip clubs, distilleries, card rooms, cannabis businesses, tobacco and e-smoke retailers, and even had a few firearms vendors as clients. A junior lawyer from the firm’s media department would help Tuck draw up business filings and contract drafts at a third of the hourly rate of the porn specialists.

The updated version of the ad brought the call volume down substantially. As hoped, Tuck found that the girls who answered the new ad were more serious about it, less flaky, and not just cash-desperate meth heads or the like. He had time to complete his lawyer-shopping and begin the consultations, and get started on the several other necessary development projects.

During the first month, Tuck located a small retail space. It was suitable for a feminine-oriented massage therapy slash day-spa practice. It should be, that’s who occupied it before. He was able to negotiate a ninety-day lease, with the commercial property manager stipulating that any renewal after the ninety days would be for a minimum of twelve months. Tuck would either be out of cash or else fully in business by then.

There were a lobby, changing room, adjoining shower room, and massage studio large enough for three tables. Tuck would only have one, but the extra space was good for accommodating the lights and cameras. The place’s interior design was Sincan Escort in good shape, with modular bamboo flooring designed to look like hardwood, warm off-white walls, and a custom painted fern motif in green, left over from the previous tenancy. There was a storage room which could serve as a very small office if the shelving were removed on two sides and made narrower on the third. No equipment or other decorations came with the space.

This suited Tuck just fine, as he was constructing a custom massage table anyway. It was similar to the handjob-hole version in the “milking table” videos, only the hole was much larger, since a woman couldn’t just stick her junk through it. He considered also designing tit-holes into it, but couldn’t decide exactly how. Women are different sizes and heights, after all. Maybe a Mark 2 version of the table could come later, if this venture were to take off.

The table was twice as sturdy as a standard massage table, and fifty percent wider. Tuck figured that if the little studio were to succeed and continue operating, the table could be required to withstand some vigorous fucking without getting shaken apart, tipping over, or someone falling off the side. There wasn’t much downside to over-building it up front, other than a little extra expense and time.

Craigslist made itself useful again. An aspiring Youtuber had invested heavily into a multiple-camera plan. He had an okay idea for his channel’s content, but couldn’t get the subscribers, views, patrons and sponsors he needed in order for the gear to pay for itself, much less his time and effort. Tuck bought what pretty much amounted to a complete commercial vlogging configuration. Another Craigslist ad was offered by a videographer who had upgraded her lights, so Tuck bought her old ones to enhance the setup in the studio.

Tuck paid an Estonian software guy he found on Upwork a thousand dollars to set up a website using a turn-key software package which included video publishing and e-commerce subscription features. The website design was very out-of-the-box and not customized at all, but for a couple hundred more, a cheap freelance graphic designer made a logo and a color scheme to give the site a bare veneer of branding. “TTP, LLC” was the company name, short for “Tuck Table Productions.”

During the few weeks all this had taken, Tuck had interviewed 30 girls over the phone. Really, they were all grown women between 22 and 34, but Tuck was over 60. They were still “girls” to him, even though he had weeded out the childish-looking teenyboppers. Fifteen of the callers had dropped out of consideration after he gave them links to his personal Facebook profile with an up-to-date picture, and carefully asked whether they were sure they wanted to do this, would meet for in-person interviews, and would still be sure in a couple more weeks.

Twelve met Tuck in person at the studio. He was completely transparent about the whole operation, allowing the candidates to see the place, the cameras and lights, and the table under construction.

Tuck got a sofa for the lobby, covered over the front windows with a roll of white, tissue-weight paper, and interviewed the girls who showed up across the narrow counter which a receptionist would have sat behind, if this were still a working massage therapy studio. He began each chat by handing out a one-page agreement stipulating that the interview would not require any touching or nudity, he would record these interviews on a single video camera, and he would never distribute them. This generally tended to break the ice and give candidates the confidence to engage with Tuck’s questions. Two got squirrely and left without signing the waiver and without the camera being turned on.

He asked those who stayed about their sexual experience in general, previous porn or private videos, intimate likes and dislikes, even ideas from the candidates about elements they might like to include in their performances if they got that far. He repeated his questions about their interest in committing to the job, and encouraged them to be really good and sure. He told them he wanted to film their real orgasms. He wanted the scenes to be genuine, spontaneous and not fake. He showed them the contract and said they had plenty of time to consider it.

Six girls didn’t schedule the second interview. The remaining four came back for another recorded chit-chat with Tuck. They negotiated on payment, and the details of the shooting session. There would be no camera operators, these would just be fixed on tripods and Tuck would be the only person present in the studio on the production side. The girls could bring someone to the shoot if they wanted, to chaperone or bodyguard them.

It would be Tuck’s hands pleasing the girls through the hole in the table.

The four returning candidates had already talked to Tuck previously about their sex lives, fantasies, thoughts and concerns about doing porn, creative ideas for their video shoots, and other ice-breaking, disinhibiting matters. Ankara Olgun Escort When scheduling the second interview, he suggested that they think about on-screen performance names for themselves.

Again on video, with the same waiver they had signed at the first meetings, more practical matters were brought up this time. Tuck had them reiterate their confidence in their choices to do first-time porn with a first-time producer and having it out there on the internet.

Grooming was discussed. Tuck wanted pubic hair. Two girls said they had it. The other two who had been keeping themselves bare said they would stop removing it for the upcoming shoots. They all agreed to put some effort into inspecting, exfoliating, peeling or otherwise taking care of their backsides and inner thighs over the next couple of weeks so that no prominent pimples would be present on video day.

He asked each candidate if they wanted to try Tuck out in any way before actually commencing a nude, hands-on scene with him.

One short, curvy fair-skinned Latina-looking girl made out with him on the sofa, grasping his large hands and proactively putting them on her breasts. He found they modestly filled his palms and felt firm. She initiated a little bit of tongue, which he allowed, but then backed off from. He did casually breathe into her ear, to show how subtle and warm his attention could be, and she thought to herself that this gig could turn out to be pretty fun.

Tuck honest-to-god wasn’t trying to score with his performers. As the porn producer in the Reddit AMA had said, “that would be unprofessional.” Tuck had laughed out loud when reading that “did you ever” question and the brief, blunt answer, but it made sense to him and he figured that it was probably the truth.

Another one of the candidates wanted to try a short, clothed massage to get to know what Tuck’s hands felt like and how his manner was. Tuck moved the camera from the lobby into the studio in an uninterrupted take. He was no trained therapist, but had decades of experience providing amateur massages to a variety of lady friends, for both sensual and restorative purposes.

While on the table, after five minutes of back and shoulder massage, the sporty yet very petite brunette calling herself “Marcie Marce” guided Tuck to feel her little ass and puffy-nippled tits through her blue skinny-jeans and striped V-neck tee, and gave his crotch a squeeze with a surprisingly strong fine-boned hand before getting off the table and leaving the interview.

Two girls didn’t ask for anything and just said they’d be ready if they were called.

Tuck asked one of these two to help him with the setup of the cameras and lights. He had no videography experience, but had ideas about the angles he wanted to capture and the quality of the result he was looking for. “Kymbrely” (the screen name she wanted to use) got paid $200 for two hours of lying on the table, fully clothed, in a number of positions and letting Tuck preview and adjust the camera angles and lighting fills. The mixed-race, part-black twenty-nine year old let Tuck touch her crotch and ass through her leggings in order to really ensure that the sight lines and illumination would be clear with his hands in action.

That was when Tuck discovered his arms might get tired, reaching up from underneath the table for long periods of time. He would have to do his best, as he didn’t have much time to try to get his arms in better shape, but he would start working on that and keep it up until the job was easier.

Once he felt the positions were right and was happy with the video previews, he marked the tripod locations and mounting spots with tape so that he could later stow the gear inside the storage room and lock it up. Kymbrely asked if she could have a copy of the test roll and Tuck laughingly agreed to send her links to download the files.

The waiver they had both signed stipulated a few things. Tuck wouldn’t require any touching or nudity, and additionally he wouldn’t distribute these interview videos, but the models could do whatever they wanted. He checked with the lawyer to make sure that, since it was disallowed, the definition of “distribution” spelled out in the waiver couldn’t be interpreted to cover giving the performer her own copy of it. Kymbrely had initiated the massage and the clothed-yet-intimate touching, and if she wanted to share the videos herself, Tuck thought that would be just fine. He watermarked them with his website address and logo.

He really didn’t think he had to worry about getting scammed by any of these girls, but because the video gear was pretty expensive and a common target, and he would keep cash around to pay performers, Tuck hired a uniformed security guy from a bonded agency to be on call nearby with a key to the studio during the shoots.

It was the big day: The first shoot. “Moníca” (also a screen name, accent on the Í) was the 25-year-old who had made out with Tuck on the sofa at her second interview.

She Ankara Ucuz Escort was single, and a rather busy person. Dating was not a priority, and she satisfied herself regularly in the early mornings or late evening, with a variety of techniques and aids, and with porn as often as not. It had been four months since she had been with a lover, and she wasn’t too interested in pursuing one. The idea of showing up, getting jilled off by an experienced man, getting paid, and going home was really compelling.

It wasn’t that much money for just the one video, really, and she wouldn’t get residual income later or anything, but she was a grown-up and felt that the factors all worked out adequately for her. Especially after feeling Tuck thrill her in his mature, generous manner at the second interview. The money wasn’t enough for her decision to do the job to be one hundred percent about the compensation, but it was a nice payday all the same. Maybe there would be more than one, in the future.

She was a full time retail salesperson in a barely-chichi clothing store, and was working on completing a fitness instructor certification. Her body was a little chunky but in a nice, tight way, with smooth curves and strong legs. If she were a few inches taller and a little bustier, her proportions would have approached lifeguard-level hotness.

She had felt great against Tuck’s lips and under his hands, and he was sure she would look really cute nude with her substantial legs spread on the table. Privately, he couldn’t wait to see how her bush had grown in.

Tuck ran the heater in the studio until it was almost sweating-hot in there, to him. To a young woman it would be comfortable. He didn’t want a chill to undermine the show or keep his performer from enjoying herself enough to get off easily and without pressure.

Moníca showed up alone, confident that Tuck was up-and-up and wouldn’t turn abusive or creepy. Her judgement was sound, as he was a decent enough guy who was just in this for the money and wanted the project to succeed. There are monsters in porn, but like many other places in society, this is far rarer than certain people would have you think.

Tuck greeted Moníca, let her in, and asked her to lock the front door. There was no reason for anyone to try to enter the un-signed, paper-windowed studio from outside, but why skip it. Her slim, dusky-complected fingers turned the deadbolt latch, which didn’t want to cooperate.

“Ah, damn, sorry,” Tuck apologized. He went to the door himself and pushed on it and asked her to try again. The bolt slid home and the latch turned the rest of the way.

Moníca’s dark-brown eyes glimmered with amusement under her naturally-shaped eyebrows. She casually caught a hank of very black hair and swept it behind her shoulder. It was dyed but was originally very dark anyway.

She asked, “Did you do that just for an excuse to get close to me?”

“Haha! No, I just forgot it sticks. You’re teasing me,” Tuck chirped good-naturedly. “You know I’m not here to hit on you, and we’ll be damn close once we get going, here.”

She smirked smugly, caught. “Yeah, I know.”

“There’s no rush,” he reassured her.

Tuck could understand her establishing a playful mood at the outset. He went along with it, not wanting any of this to be taken too seriously, himself. Moníca moved to look for a place to drop her bag and Tuck indicated the reception counter. “Is behind here fine with you? There are cubbies in the changing room too, but no hurry to get you in there.”

She chose the back side of the counter. Tuck’s contract for her was lying there and they reviewed it. Eight hundred dollars for a two hour video shoot, all rights including distribution and sale granted to Tuck, though not exclusively. She would receive a branded, watermarked copy of the final video cut and could do with it whatever she wanted, including market it herself, but he would do anything he liked with all the footage as well, and retain all revenue he generated. He paid her, took a picture of her ID, and they both signed the contract. He scanned that too with his smartphone and left the original for her to take.

The pair went into the warm studio. Tuck turned on the various lights and started the three cameras.

He asked Moníca, “How’d you like to do this? I was thinking, no script. Do you think that works for you, or should we ad-lib some kind of scenario?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re the director.”

Indeed he was. He didn’t think that trying to get her to act was going to yield good material, plus it would probably just wind up ruining the natural and spontaneous feeling he was going for. So, cameras running, he just directed her to disrobe in the changing room and get herself onto the table. He would wait in the lobby, giving her a few minutes to do this and relax herself.

Entering from the side of the treatment studio, Moníca felt noticeably cooler in the changing room. She shivered, thinking about the scene ahead. She had spent the previous evening thinking about what to do with her eight hundred dollars. It was more mad-money than she had had at one time since getting gifts of cash for her graduation. It was almost a month’s rent, and she wasn’t behind, so it was going to be a nice windfall.

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