Making Porn

Professor Larksen pointed the video camera in Nessa’s direction and said, “Give me seven hundred words on porn. Make them good. You’ve got twenty minutes.”

Nessa disliked writing under pressure, especially naked in Larksen’s office while he videotaped her. She sat taller in the wooden chair to stop her nipples from drooping. This was how she had earned her place on his research team, by performing these secret bursts of submission each Wednesday before his 2 o’clock lecture.

Seven hundred words on porn, Seven hundred words on porn. She drew a blank. Every time she tried to conjure a potential plot line, her spine curved forward toward the keyboard; her nipples pointed downward. Drooping again. Lexicon flaccid, limp. Imagination hung cold.

Meanwhile, Professor Larksen circled her with the camera, got down under the round table where she sat with her laptop. His office was the biggest, most beautiful in the department: walls lined with bookshelves, a Turkish rug from his second marriage, both a desk and a table, plenty of room for small meetings.

“Spread your legs,” he said, and she did. He had put a desk lamp under the table to light her vulva for the camera.

“Keep writing,” he said.

If only she had the words. Definitions tended to spur ideas, got the fingers typing, made a way in. She copied and pasted the pronunciation symbols. Larksen fixed the camera on a mini tripod under the table, its red light flashed record, record, record. The lens focused on her cunt and inner thighs. She felt its eye on her.

por·nog·ra·phy     pôrˈnäɡrəfē/
noun: pornography

printed or visual material containing the explicit description or display of sexual organs or activity, intended to stimulate erotic rather than aesthetic or emotional feelings.

She paused to silently read the words, intended to stimulate erotic… feelings. The lamp under the table began to heat her legs and lips. He knelt behind her, reached his hands around to palm her belly, and pressed. He clamped her to the hard chair-back, locking her in place.

“Pulse for me,” he whispered. He liked to restrain her pelvis with his hands while she flexed her hips. The pressure on her lower belly taunted her, accentuated her emptiness, kindled her urge to be filled. She typed: Fill me. Slide your hands down my aching middle. Finger my clit. Circle me. Open me. Lick me. Fuck me. 

This was incoherent drivel. A miserable start to the seven hundred words he’d demanded. Still, as she typed, slide along my slit, stretch me open (wincing at the accidental alliteration), she continued constricting against his palms. The harder she tensed, the harder he pressed.

She’d barely typed a hundred words when he let go of her middle and, still kneeling behind her, pulled her hands off the keyboard. This wasn’t the way the game usually went.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said. Then he opened an app on the computer which displayed the output from the camera pointed at her under the table.

Larger than life, her wet lips appeared on the screen. She watched as his hands entered the frame, one squeezing her left inner thigh, the other at her vulva. His fingers formed an inverted V separating her labia, exposing her rosey crevice.

“What do you see?” he asked.

She saw beauty. Her flesh twitched with each contraction; her skin glistened.

“My cunt.”

“What does it want?” Still pulling her lips open, he used his other hand to slide a fingertip slowly along her slit without entering.

She needed him inside her. She tried to turn towards him, wanting to join him on the floor so he could pound into her, but he held her hips in place tightly with his forearms and asked again. “What does it want?”

“It wants fucking.”

“Will fingers do?”

Without waiting for an answer, he stabbed three into her, curving deep, massaging her g-spot. She cried out, “Yes.” His other hand flicking her clit, he tongued her neck.

“Yes, yes. Yes.”

Mesmerized by the sight on the computer—her labia opened wide around his grinding—mesmerized, she writhed, riding him, and watched her own body come.

 

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45 thoughts on “Making Porn

  1. Sorry for being late to the party. I wish I had joined a little earlier. I love the imagery here. Watching herself be pleasured.

    I hope the rewrite didn’t kill you. Sometimes you just need to let it rest and your brain will hand you something later.

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  2. This is so deliciously supremely HOT. It made my cunt twitch but then I have a massive kink for watching myself and the part where her pussy appears on the screen, totally did it for me

    Mollyxxx

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  3. i have made one professional porn movie it was 2 years ago it was called gangbang myself and 5 brothas i dont think i enjoyed doing so much as that film all attention on you i have the film and still play it i still get wet watching it

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