apm-june2017

EROTIC
HYPNOSIS
Sienna Brookes
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Table of contents
4 - Letter from the Editor
7 - cinema seen
by bill margold
9 - Confession: I was an extra in an sex video
12 - sienna brookes - pictorial
photos by v man
20 - jessica & lauren at the nude beach
by MC Cotta
29 - mindi mink - featured pictorial
36 - constency in the adult industry has been my destiny
by Ms charlie latour
40 - erotic hypnosis
by amberly
42 - cadey mercury
by Marco Pallotti

Letter from
the Editor
Hello Sexy!!!!
Welcome to the June 2017 issue of the All
Pleasure Magazine. Summer is almost
here and that means less clothing – I can’t
wait! I love the warmer weather with skimpy
outfits and some slightly see-thru so I can
tease.
Anyway, back to this issue! This month
we are excited to have the return of Mindi
Mink! She is one of the HOT hostesses on
XXX Porn Star Radio and a dear friend of
the magazine. She flaunts that great body
of hers in this pictorial and will leave you
wanting more!
This month we will be at Exxxotica show
in Chicago at the end of this month. The
show runs from June 23 through June 26.
We are very excited to have Kimmie Kaboom
represent XXX Porn Star Radio and
the magazine at the show. Please look for
our booth while you are there and show
Kimmie lots of love. Also, while you are
there get your free sample of SpunkLube.
Remember, it’s the only lube I use. If you
haven’t been to an Exxxotica show before,
this is one you don’t want to miss. You get
to meet your favorite porn stars and interact
with them.
See you next month. Love and kisses to
all.
XOXO,
Alesia Pleasure

Confession: “I was an extra
in a sex video.”
Anonymous 298
Ever wonder who the non-sex performers are in porn films? SAG actors down on their luck? AFTRA dropouts?
Homeless people pulled in off the street? Actually, it’s nothing that juicy. Just someone who happens to be at the
right place at the right time.
Like me.
In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated
films. I was usually hired as a Jill-of-all-trades and did things like help dress the set, make (and unmake) beds,
and scrub the dildos.
And occasionally, when they needed a spare body, they turned to me.
A husband and wife team, Bob and Charlie Latour, produced adult videos with actual scripts, many of them
quite involved. One was called Silence of the G.A.M.S., a tawdry send-up of Silence of the Lambs. In our iteration,
G.A.M.S. stood for the “Government Agency for Monitoring Sex.” It was good, dirty fun with a tongue-incheek
storyline, and even a jail-cell romp with the Hannibal Lecter character.
In addition to prepping meals and wrangling the cast, I was given a small but key non-explicit role as an ultra
conservative bent on censoring coitus. My costume? A prim and proper suit from my stint as a 9-5 administrative
assistant, big glasses, tightly-pursed lips and (ugh!) pantyhose, which were displayed in a pivotal scene.
It was a hoot and my pic from that role is even plastered all over the Internet.
Then the Latours got even more adventurous. Charlie penned a medieval morality play called Every Body, which
included hardcore sex. Heady stuff, it was the saga of a widow who wrestled with her dual feelings of fidelity (to
her recently-departed hubby) and general horniness. She’s visited by a myriad of characters, including “Integrity,”
yours truly, who’s a voice of reason amid all the bawdy boffing.
The Silence of the g.a.m.s.
I took my high-necked, Venetian lace wedding gown out of mothballs and dusted off my crown of ivory flowers
for the occasion. Not a trained actress, I managed my mouthful of Shakespearean-esque lines that served to

emind Charlie’s character to be true to herself—which pretty much gave her the green light to be lusty.
My carnal compatriots were decked out in rented costumes including sound man Nigel with a monk’s bald spot
and robes, leading man Robby looking hunky even in tights, and naughty Michelle in a Juliet cap, silken gown
and nothing underneath.
The Latours’ following bout was a ditty they called Murder By Sex.This would be edited into both an explicit
version and a soft-core, made-for-cable endeavor. The premise involved a series of murders with a kinky twist. I
played Turcotte, a detective, who was the irrepressible Scott Baker’s sidekick.
Shooting on a shoestring budget, we were ballsy beyond belief, actually grabbing footage outside of the Midtown
North NYPD precinct on West 15th Street. Guerilla-style, the cameraman filmed me and Scott near a row of
parked squad cars. We cheated the shot to make it look like we were actually coming out of one.
Although the exteriors went off without a hitch, my lines did not. Thankfully, they were delivered in a makeshift
office rather than on the street. I don’t know how many takes we did but I kept bumbling my dialogue. A union
actor with decades of experience, Scott was unbelievably patient, giving me pointers on how to remember my
lines. It finally worked.
Happily, no dialogue was involved when I was asked to step in for Bunny Bleu inMind Mirror. An adult sendup
of Alice in Wonderland, instead of falling down the rabbit hole, this Alice has her holes joyfully explored by
the colorful cast. The only problem was that Bunny/Alice was one of the few females in the sexvid and was, uh,
“overexposed.”
I knew something was up when Bob asked, “What kind of underwear do you have on?”
“A flowered thong,” I responded. “Why?”
“Well . . . we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind . . .”
“I’m not doing hardcore,” I told him flat out.
“No, no,” Bob swore. “We just need another female body for a little variety. We were hoping you’d be willing to be
a body double in the next scene.”
Bob promised that no penetration was involved. Maria, the talented makeup lady, would disguise me so no one
would recognise me, not even my husband. Reluctantly, I agreed.
When Maria applied slutty makeup to my face and plopped a cascading wig of scarlet curls on my head, I looked
like an erotic Princess Ariel but teetering around on do-me pumps instead of with a mermaid’s tail. My long
locks covered my teacup titties but I was nude but for my thong. At first, even the actors didn’t know it was me.
Let’s just say, this wasn’t the Princess Ariel that this writer looked like.
What had I gotten myself into? Stud Damien Cashmere was in blackface and Jean Valjean was in whiteface. They
were naked except for bow ties. The scene called for me to be “taken” while leaning over a gymnastics pommel
horse. Since the action was simulated, in the editing room they’d intercut the action with Bunny doing the penetrative
honours.
Luckily, my wig was so big and puffy that you couldn’t see I was laughing during the whole thing. Damien and
Jean looked so ridiculous pounding away in their makeup, I couldn’t stop giggling. So much for getting hot and
bothered on an X-rated set.
The finished product was flawless, however—you really couldn’t figure out it was me masquerading as a redhaired
porn princess. I think they ended up calling me “Rose Bud” in the final credits.
But don’t tell anyone.
This post was originally published on Ravishly and has been republished with full permission.

I have submitted these photos
for you to do something a little
different with other than just
admire the shots. I am hoping
you look at them and develop
your own little story in your
head that goes along with the
images. I also hope this story
might bring a little discovery to
an area of your imagination you
may not have explored just yet,
and if you have - enjoy!
Luv,
Sienna Brookes
For more of my photos and
videos go to:
SexySiennaBrookes.com
Twitter: @siennabrookes1

JESSICA AND LAUREN AT THE
NUDE BEACH
The Memorial Day holiday is just another pleasant memory.
Mike, my husband and I, along with my best friend Lauren
and her boyfriend, plus our dining club went to a sexy,
pre-holiday pool party. Held in a private backyard, she and I
had schemed, if the vibe was right, we’d throw off our modesty
and our bikini tops.
Well, guess what happened? The beer and wine were
freely flowing. Bratwursts and hamburgers were yummy.
Before you know it, we were brazenly showing off our tits,
wildly dancing, our boobs swaying to the music. Shockingly,
instead of getting evil eyes, all the other women got with the
program! Lots of nipples became sunburnt for the very first
time ever that afternoon.
It’s so obvious, Mike has a major league crush on Lauren.
Bordering on an obsession, perhaps? At the party, he was
constantly, “accidentally” brushing up against her big, bare
breasts. Of course, she perfectly played the part of the
shameless hussy, egging him on by wiggling her sexy ta-tas
in his face. I’ve accepted Mike and Lauren fucking each
other, even in front of me. Now I’m convinced, an open
marriage makes absolute sense. One of these days I’ll
announce it.
Tony, the handsome CPA brother of Simone is coming to LA
this June or July for business. Can’t wait to hook up. My twat
craves his majestic 10 inch, big, black cock exploding deep
inside me. I can almost feel his hot sperm ricocheting off my
pussy walls as it blasts outta him.
Work’s been going pretty well, although we’re slowing down
a little and my hours are temporarily cut. It’s very “entertaining”
leading the Thursday night nude yoga class with the
computer nerds, five guys and Alexis. The pay’s good at $50
a head or as I always think, $50 each for giving head.
I affectionately call them the kids, even though they’re in
their early 20’s. They wear rumpled Star Wars or Super Hero
t-shirts, cargo shorts, and white tennies with calf high tube
socks. Now that the weather getting warmer, a few have
bravely sported suede Birkenstock sandals, naturally with
white sox. Alexis, who goes by Lexi is a young, curvy, very
sharp, black programmer. She’s morphed into playing the
“mom” role at the company. I really like her.
by MC Cotta
When class starts, I can tell they crave me. Hormones are
raw and raging, cocks anxious to pop, just begging to squirt
seed deep inside me. Wanting to avoid blue balls, I’m already
naked, eagerly anticipating being pumped when they
arrive. This being their only sexual outlet, besides hands,
I am very gentle. I even let them take explicit nudes and
videos of me for their spank banks. Just in case the need
arises between classes.
Chris, the work leader has a foot fetish. Glittery, deep blue
toenail polish turns him on. Thursdays, I work barefoot, my
feet becoming nice and grimy. Adoring my filthy piggies, he
spends about 3 minutes kissing, licking, and worshipping my
feet. Stripping, except for his shoes and socks, and neatly
folding his Superman boxers, I slowly caress his 7 inch cock
with my toes and soles. A big geyser usually erupts in less
than a minute. On to satisfy the next kid.
The guys hatch elaborate schemes to determine a winner
each week of the “who gets to fuck Jessica first” contest.
One time, they’ll play beer pong, another time, who can write
the most lines of code in an hour, a different week they’ll
have a fried baloney sandwich eating contest, etc. Gotta
love ‘em for their creativity.
We’ve got a regular routine going. I make it easy to be a
cum depository by laying on my stomach on top of two
chairs. My hangers freely wobble, always in need of a good
milking and sucking. Spreading my legs, each guy takes
me from behind as his buddies ravish my boobs. Although,
they all want to win the Jessica “fuck first” contest, they don’t
mind sloppy seconds. To them fucking me is a team experience.
I even thought of a great title for a new business book,
Team Building for Dummies: Sharing a Cum Soaked Cunt.
After the last guy dismounts, out comes a tape measure.
Not for dick size, but to calculate the circumference of the
cum pool that my oozing pussy created. It’s carefully measured
because, believe it or not, they actually bet on its size.
Losers argue, good naturedly of course, how my wet spot
would have been wider, narrower, etc. if so and so wasn’t
fapping so much to my videos at work. To mess with their
bets, sometimes I squeeze out extra semen and make the
puddle bigger than usual. As you can see, they’re just so
clueless about women, it’s adorable.
I save the best to last. Play time with Lexi. We’re always
nude during class. Being openly lesbian, she feels very
safe. We’ve tribbed, spooned, sat on chairs and ate each
other out, knelt on each other’s face, and way more in class.
Typically, we shower together when done.
Tourists think LA and San Diego are always sunny. Not so
in May and June. We get “May Gray” and “June Gloom”
caused by the colder Pacific water hitting the warmer Californian
land mass. Sometimes foggy marine layers last until
early afternoon. But, this coming weekend, the weather was
supposed to be clear and gorgeous, explaining Lauren’s
call. “I know you’ve been wanting to hit a nude beach. Up to
going to Black’s with us?”
I’d heard of Black’s Beach and knew it was on the north side
of San Diego in La Jolla. My pussy quivered just thinking
about being nakie, exposed to the world, letting beachgoers
admire my nude body. Plus, Mike would do anything, even
cancel golf, if it involved seeing Lauren naked and possibly
fucking her. “Sure, can’t wait. I’m betting Mike’s in too.”
“Listen, we stay at this historic hotel right on Prospect
Avenue in downtown La Jolla. They have balcony rooms
that overlook the ocean. It’s expensive, but I’ll get a room for
Friday and Saturday nights that has two queens or kings so
we can share the cost.”
“And each other?” I was giggling in naughty anticipation.
“Sounds sexy. Call ya later to confirm.”
Mike was beside himself when he heard the news. “Nude
beach? Holy shit, you bet I’m in. I’m bringing the camera.
Gonna shoot all those naked hotties prancing around. Hell,
Lauren’s an exhibitionist, bet she’d give me a blowjob, or
fuck on the beach in front of everyone?”
“I don’t think cameras or sex is allowed on nude beaches.
From what I understand, it’s a big no-no. Kids might even be
there.”
“You’re just being a scaredy pants. You’re so silly. Everyone’s
naked. Of course they want to be photographed. I bet
we’ll see lots of orgies too.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. We’ll see. Lauren and her boyfriend
will set us straight as to behavior.”
Confirming everything with Lauren, we discussed Mike’s
plans. “He sounds so horny and unaware of nude beach
protocol. Nude beaches are very respectable. I’ll bet way
less naughty than textile ones.”
Confused, I asked, “textile?”
Laughing, Lauren said, “us nudists call people wearing
bathing suits or clothes, ‘textiles.’ You know, clothes are
made from textile fabric. It’s a way we differentiate lifestyles,
places, etc. Textile person/nudist, textile hotel/nude hotel,
textile beach/nude beach, etc.”
“So, we’re going to a nude hotel too?” I eagerly asked.
“Nope, just a nude beach,” she laughed. “The hotel‘s really
nice though. Bring sexy outfits. Late at night, I’ve snuck out
nakie onto my balcony to gaze at the ocean. I know guests
have seen me. No one seemed to care.”
“Cool, the weekend sounds better and better already.”
Wednesday, my boss, the gym owner talked to me. “The
nude yoga computer people called. Can’t make it Thursday
night. They’ve got a big project. They’re begging you to do a
class Friday. I told ‘em we’re open until 10pm, so it’ll have to
be from 10:30-11:30pm. Is that OK?”
Damn. Now we can’t get to La Jolla until Saturday morning.
Mike’ll be upset. But, the computer kids are just so amusing
and cute. Plus, I need the money. “OK, I’ll do it,” I reluctantly
agreed.
Naturally, Lauren and Mike were disappointed, but they
understood. The Friday night class was sexy as usual. Packing
beforehand helped us get a good night’s sleep. Waking
early, Mike drove while I napped.
Arriving about 10am, Lauren’s boyfriend opened the door.
Looking around after exchanging greetings, I was overwhelmed
by the room. About 500 sq. ft., 2 queen beds, and
French doors opening onto a balcony overlooking the ocean.
Lauren was relaxing on a padded lounge chair, wearing just
an open robe. I gave her a racy, open mouthed kiss, letting
our tongues warmly greet each other. Mike did the same,
then mischievously gave her big dark nipples a long hello
suck as he let his index finger gracefully run up and into her
shaved slit.
It felt a little weird. We’d never been intimate in front of her
partner before, but then she said they were swingers, so I
guess no big deal.
Why does Lauren date that guy anyway? He wasn’t tall.
With brown hair and eyes, nothing really stood out about him
except for maybe his somewhat sizable nose? He blends
into the background at parties, real quiet like. Whereas,
Lauren with her dark hair and dark Latina good looks turns
heads wherever she went. Always the center of attention.
Guess opposites really do attract, so who am I to judge? At
least his personality doesn’t give her competition. Hey, I’m
currently having an affair with a handsome black man and
my husband fucks my best friend right in front of me. So,
what’s normal? Modern relationships sure are different than
the old I Love Lucy days.
Throwing her robe on the bed, Lauren proclaimed, “get
dressed. We’re headed for the beach.”
“Sweet, said Mike. “I could use a blow job.”
“Mike!” Lauren and I screamed. “That’s so uncool.” Lauren
continued, “I see I’m gonna need to educate you as to nude
beach etiquette. First, nude is NOT lewd. Nude beaches are
not places for cameras, gawkers, sex fiends, or hooking up.

Everyone at a nude beach is expected to be an ambassador
promoting nudism. All it takes is for 1 person or 1 couple
to misbehave and the beach might get shut down by the
authorities. You have to be on your best behavior.”
“We’ll, I’m sure erections are OK, right? After all, they’re
natural, the ultimate compliment when you see a pretty girl.”
“Peeing is natural too,” Lauren said. “No one wants to
watch you pee at the beach and they certainly don’t want to
see you with an erection. Getting hard is seen as a sign of
sexual aggression. It makes both men and women feel very
uncomfortable.”
“But … but, you’re so pretty Lauren. I’m hard already looking
at your naked body and we’re not at the beach yet.”
“Look Mike, I’m serious. If you can’t control yourself, then
don’t go. Stay at the hotel and we’ll meet up later. If you feel
yourself getting hard at the beach, it’s all in your big head.
The one between your ears
stupid, not your little head
on your cock. Roll onto your
stomach. Think of baseball,
golf, work, or something
non-sexual. It’ll go away. Plus,
no sneaking pics with your
cell phone.”
“Oh man … you’re gonna
ruin all my fun. You’re freaking
kidding, right? All them
hotties prancing around, their
bouncing tits begging to be
photographed. And I can’t use
my cell?”
“Grow up Michael.” Lauren
was deadly seriously, giving
him a very stern look. “Listen carefully. Four legged animals
like horses and dogs prance. Women, walk at nude beaches.
They don’t prance for your entertainment and certainly
don’t want nude pics of themselves posted online. That’s
invading their privacy. Everyone’s there to enjoy the sun, the
water, the blue skies and to relax and chill. Got it? If not stay
here. If you’re caught taking a pic, a nudist beach monitor
will pry your cell from your pervy little hands and throw it into
the ocean … and maybe you too.”
“You’re such a buzzkill,” Mike whined.
“No, I’m not. It’s everyone’s duty to watch out for each other.
That’s part of the beauty of nude beaches. Sure, it’s sensual
and sexy to be naked outdoors, but it’s not sexual. Sex is
reserved for rooms like here tonight. Not nude beaches! So,
don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of it when we get back, OK?”
She gave him her naughtiest smile.
“OK, I understand.” Mike looked like a little puppy that had
been scolded for going in the trash. He was learning there’d
be consequences if he misbehaved. Lauren and I’d enforce
the rules.
Black’s Beach was only 10 minutes from downtown, over by
the University of San Diego. We parked at a glider port and
proceeded to walk down a steep, 300 ft. cliff to the beach.
Tennies were necessary. People have hurt themselves falling
down the cliff when not paying enough attention.
Reaching the bottom, I was spellbound by the sight of at
least 500 people, all in the buff. A regular cross section of
America. Hispanics, whites, blacks, Asians, tall, short, thin,
heavy, young, old, all happy and relaxed. Some 20 and 30
year old’s were into a very serious co-ed nude volleyball
game. I saw families with young kids. College students from
the university, even nude surfers. Wow, so if this is nudism,
then, I’m in heaven.
“I’m taking my top off,”
Lauren declared reaching
round and untying her halter.
In seconds, my tank was in
my hands, nipples bared to
the sun. Glancing at Mike,
his head was swiveling like
an old time baseball bobblehead.
Grinning widely, he
was the proverbial boy in a
candy shop.
“Let’s go over there,” Lauren
pointed to a spot 50 yards
away, about 15 yards from
water’s edge. “The best
people watching is close
to the ocean.” Laying out
our towels, we opened a couple umbrellas. Sure glad we
brought them, there’s no shade.
Wiggling outta my shorts, I announced, “I’m going to need
sunscreen, or else I’ll fry.”
“Me too,” Lauren added. Although with her brown skin, I bet
she could’ve got by with just baby oil.
“Lauren, I’ll put some on you,” Mike all to eagerly volunteered.
“No, it’s OK, thanks. Jess, do my back. I’ll spray some on
you.”
Mike, looked so disappointed. Slowly, it was sinking in, nude
beaches really are wholesome, not sexual as he fantasized.
In about 15 minutes or so, even Mike was loosening up. No
longer needing to lay on his stomach, he was sitting, people
watching like us. Lauren’s partner and I, being fair skinned
were sharing an umbrella. Anyone asks? I’m a now officially
a nudist.
“It’s hot,” Lauren stated. “Care to join me in the ocean?”
“I’m with ya” Mike piped in. “Me too,” I added. “Not me, I’m
chillin,” the boyfriend responded.
Lauren and Mike, holding hands went racing into the ocean.
Slowly, I dipped in my foot. “Crap, it’s freezing. I’m not going
in,” I yelled to them.
“Wussy,” Lauren teased, splashing me with water. Jumping
up screaming, I ran from water’s edge.
“You’ve got cute, bouncing boobs,” a guy standing nearby
commented.
“It’s freezing.” I involuntarily crossed my arms emphasizing
the point. He was cute, so we chatted about the weather,
where we were from etc. for about 5 minutes or so as Mike
and Lauren acted like goofy kids playing in the ocean.
Strange, here I was, 100% naked, wearing only sunscreen
and sunglasses and yet it was
perfectly normal talking to a
complete nude stranger.
As a big wave approached.
Lauren and Mike came running
out before it crashed onto
them. Grabbing my hand, she
said, “Let’s get back to our
towels.”
The boyfriend was laying on
his stomach, eyes closed.
Standing right over him,
Lauren took her long, wavy,
thick black hair and teasingly
squeezed out cold water.
“What the fuck,” he yelled,
jumping up. “Damn, I was
napping. You ruined my sexy
dream.”
Winking at me, while positioning her pussy right in front of
his face, Lauren cooed, “poor baby, we’ll just have to act out
that naughty dream later tonight, won’t we?” I giggled in the
affirmative.
Motioning to join her in the sun, Lauren sat, leaned back on
her elbows, bent her knees and spread her legs wide open,
even exposing the pinkness inside her lips. “Jessie, join me,
spread your legs too.”
“I’m confused. I thought you said it wasn’t sexual here.”
“It’s not,” she said. “I’m just tanning my inner thighs. If my
pussy shows off at the same time, so be it. No big deal.
Pussies aren’t evil.”
True, why should a woman have to keep her legs together?
Why can’t she tan her inner thighs? Looking around I noticed
many other women calmly tanning with their legs wide
open too. Lauren was right, it wasn’t sexual.
What a delightful day. We never wanted it to end. Mike even
joined the nudists playing volleyball. But sadly, it was getting
late. Time to go. We agreed to come back another weekend.
It’s amazing how exhausted you can feel doing nothing all
day. The sun just wipes you out. Back in the room, after a
cold Guinness, everyone’s favorite, instead of misbehaving,
we collapsed on top of the bedcovers. Like that, in a flash,
we were dead to the world. Z’s filling the air.
I woke first. Quietly, hitting the shower, it felt good washing
off the sunscreen and beach dirt. While toweling myself
down, in walked a naked Lauren. Lustfully, she said, “looking
hot girlie.” Ripping off my towel, we excitedly kissed. Letting
her fingers spread my lips, they eagerly sought my wet hole.
Pushing me against the sink, two of them abandonly glided
in and out.
Pounding harder and faster,
she hissed, “I knew you
were a horny little bitch on
the beach. Let’s make up
for lost time.” Soon, the
boyfriend joined us. His
hands immediately massaging
my breasts.
“Sit,” she ordered, shoving
me up on the sink. Spreading
my legs, her tongue
went straight into my
honeypot, lapping at my
sweet, juicy nectar.
Repositioning, the boyfriend
started sucking and
tweaking my nips. Closing
my eyes, throwing back
my head, I softly moaned, “bite ‘em, pull ‘em, lick ‘em, suck
‘em.” My tits and pussy were on fire, driving me wild with
pleasure.
Between my best friend’s tongue up my cunt and her partner
sexily abusing my nipples, my inner being was flooding with
massive erotic pleasures. All consuming and relentless, I
knew they wouldn’t stop until I became a quivering mass of
orgasmic jello. My hands went to Lauren’s head, smashing
her mouth onto my hot twat. My pussy danced on her devil
tongue. With labored, rapid breathes, I screamed out, “eat
me, fuck me, take me, I’m yours.”
The intensity was immense. My twat bucked and pumped.
Lauren’s tongue discovered all my inner hidden delights.
You might call it slutty, even obscene, being ravaged by
another couple, but to me, it felt oh so decadent and oh
so right. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, my pussy
exploding with an immense, animalistic intensity. Tunnel

vision occurred as blood drained from my brain, flooding into
cunt tissues.
Lauren and her boyfriend stood back, admiring their handy
work. “That’s just the appetizer,” she teased, reaching over,
tweaking a nip. “We’re taking a shower, see you in the
room.”
Exhausted, I slumped down off the sink. It’s then I noticed
the boyfriend’s cock. It was erect, but, so incy wincy. Unbelievably
small. Like, maybe 3 inches. When I saw him naked
at the beach, I knew it wasn’t big. But, seeing it hard, I really
felt sorry for him and Lauren. She’s a fiend, a sex goddess,
what’s she doing with this tiny dicked guy? Bet if he fucked
me, I wouldn’t feel it. But, then, he’s nice. They’ve been
together almost a year. Probably he’s an expert at oral, like
she is.
Having closed the patio curtains
when we napped, I threw them open,
awakening my husband. Of course
he was sporting massive wood.
Walking over, I kissed it. Teasingly, I
sucked and stroked ever so slightly.
“Sorry babe,” I laughed. “I know Lauren’s
going to fuck you silly tonight.
Better save your little swimmers to
breast stroke inside her.”
Lauren and the boyfriend joined us,
fresh from the shower. Seeing the
massive meat, she grabbed it and
started stoking. “I’m going to ride you
silly. Now go take a shower, We’re
all hungry. Go on, scoot.” Playfully,
she spanked him as he went into the
bathroom.
A rowdy BBQ joint was just down the block from the hotel.
Tarting it up, we wore short skirts, naturally no underwear,
loose, low cut cowl neck halters showing lots of braless
cleavage and flip flops. I walked barefoot from our room to
the restaurant, the warm sidewalk feeling sensuous against
my bare feet.
What a fun dive. Loud music, plenty of cheap beer, sexy
patrons and good food. You couldn’t ask for more. The
bar scene was hot. Some really tan women were flashing
their tits saying they wished there was a bar at Black’s. Of
course, Lauren and I couldn’t be shown up, we flashed our
breasts too. She even leaned back on a bar stool, letting
Mike and the boyfriend hold her legs spread eagle, exposing
her yummy, tanned, pussy. A woman, taken in by her beauty,
bent over, spread Lauren’s lips wide so everyone could
enjoy seeing her love tunnel, then proceeded to munch on
that inviting gash.
“We’re heading back to our room for some serious sex,”
Lauren told her new admirer. “Wanna join us?”
“I’m here with some girlfriends. Maybe later. Where you
staying?”
After exchanging details, we drunkenly headed back to our
room. Lauren couldn’t wait. As soon as we were off the elevator,
off came her clothes, right in the hallway. “Someone
might see you,” I nervously warned.
“That’s the whole Idea,” she said as she began to playfully
fondle her breasts. Mike pushing her up against the wall and
gave a long kiss. Pelvises were gyrating and mashing into
each other.
“Come on children,” the boyfriend announced grabbing
Lauren’s hand. Wait until we get into the room to gratify
yourselves.
The instant the door closed, the
rest of us threw off our clothes.
“Join me on the patio,” Lauren
said as she opened the doors. “Ah
what a fabulous breeze. A perfect
nakie night.” Mike, walking behind
her, toyed with her breasts, his
hard cock rubbing her booty. I
joined them, kissing Lauren as the
boyfriend was rummaging around
in the room.
“Got ‘em,” he announced holding
up 3 cock shaped vibrators. “This
one’s for you.” I giggled as I was
given the largest, fattest one.
“Here’s yours Lauren, and here’s
mine.”
“You wanna fuck me, right Mike?” Lauren asked.”
“You bet.” Mike was eagerly nodding his head up and down.
“We’re gonna have fun first. If you let my boyfriend enjoy
himself, then we’ll make love. If not, Jessie and I’ll have fun,
got it?” Lauren was laughing and giggling to herself. Grabbing
Mike’s throbbing cock, she led him into the room.
OK, here goes. She wants her boyfriend to fuck me, then
she’ll let Mike screw her. No problem. Wonder if I’m tight
enough for his little dick to cum inside me?
Lauren sat on the bed, back against the headboard. “Lean
against me.” She was patting the space between her legs for
Mike to sit and lean. Playing with the hair on his head, she
encouraged all nine inches of him to stay at full attention,
ready for action with her other hand.
Setting the cock dildo on the bed, I laid down, motioning the
boyfriend to mount me by spreading my legs.
“No, no, you got it wrong,” the boyfriend said. “Use with the
vibrator. Go on, stick it in. We wanna watch.”
“Um it’s at least 15 inches long and god it’s so fat. I’m not
lubed.”
“Here, I’ll help. With that he stuck the cock head of the vibrator
into his mouth, then thoroughly licked the shaft. “Stick it
all in honey, all the way. We wanna watch you get off. Know
you can do it. If you can ride Mike’s big cock, then you can
ride anything.”
Not one to be a party pooper I said, “Lick my cunt first. Make
it good and sloppy.” He bent over spending at least a good
minute eating me. What he lacked in dick size he sure made
up in tongue action, darting in and out of my pink tunnel like
a pro. What a turn on.
“You’re dripping now. Come on,
wanna see you play with yourself.”
With that he switched on the vibrating
part of the dildo. I slowly shoved
it in and pulled it out. Deeper and
deeper I plunged. I felt so sluttish
being on display, masturbating in
front of my friends and husband.
“Come on, take it all. Shove it in.
Twist it around. We wanna see
some wicked arm action going.
Before I knew it, all 15 inches were
deep inside me. The vibrations
were going right up against my G
spot. Everyone was watching and
my head was spinning.
Lauren picked up her cock vibrator.
It was smaller, maybe only 9 inches.
She started licking it. Bet we’re
going to masturbate together.
“Come on big boy, get on all fours.” Lauren was pushing
Mike forward. “Spread your ass cheeks.”
“What are you going to do? No way you’re sticking that up
me,” Mike protested. “If you want to fuck me, you’re going
to have to take it like a man. Now spread your cheeks …
wide,” she insisted.
I stopped fucking myself to watch the drama unfold. What
surprises did Lauren have in mind?
Leaning forward, she slowly and deliberately began licking
Mike’s anus. One finger, now two entered and started
roaming round. No complaints from Mike. Does he like it?
He never let me play with his butt before.
Wow, she was really getting into the ass fucking. Slapping
Mike’s ass, she wickedly said “You’re going to take it all,
sweet cheeks. Open wide.” Mike’s head was against the
bed, his ass high in the air. Ramming the cock vibrator
home, his asshole was royally reamed. Ordered to leave it
in, she pulled him back against her.
With his head resting between her breasts, the boyfriend
grabbed Mikes dick, slowly pumping. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck are you doing?” Mike squirmed as Lauren
held him back tightly against her.
She said, “We all share our relationships with each other
Mike. You want to fuck me and I want to fuck you too. That’s
cool. I ate out Jessie earlier tonight. Now it’s my boyfriend’s
turn for fun. You’re getting a blowjob, so simmer down and
enjoy your cum.”
“The fuck I am. No way.” Struggling, Mike finally sat up.
”Mikie, Jessie’s not selfish. Many times, she’s watched us
screw, never a complaint. It’s your
turn to be a stand up guy. Let my
boyfriend suck you off. He’s really
good. Don’t be such a tough guy.
Relax, cum in his mouth. Then you
can fuck me later.”
Looking at me, then Lauren, then
the boyfriend, I could see Mike
resign himself. “Ok, let’s get it over.”
Tonguing Mike’s balls, the boyfriend
slowly worked his way up
the shaft. Gently massaging what
he just licked, I could tell Mike was
enjoying himself. All I could hear
was the barely audible hum coming
from Mike’s ass and the licking and
slurping sounds being made on
Mike’s penis.
Macho Mike was actually enjoying
his blowjob. And with me and
Lauren watching to boot. Would
he suck off another guy, if Lauren ever asked? Hmmm, I
wondered?
What a show. Lauren’s hand slid under Mike’s rear, moving
the dildo round and round, in and out. She was fucking him
as hard as her boyfriend was sucking him off. What a sight.
Tells were appearing. Hands grabbed at the boyfriend’s
head, shoving it further and further down his cock. Breathing
intensified, feet and toes twitched, hips bucked. “I’m
cumming I’m cumming,” he gasped,”
The boyfriend looked happy. Like a good little boy, he
opened his mouth, proudly showing off a large cum load.
Scooting over to Lauren, he gives her a big kiss. Like a
tramp, she opened her mouth, producing the same jizz.
With one gulp, it disappeared. Concentrating on Mike’s cock
again, the boyfriend gently stroked and sucked out the very
last cum drops.
‘What do ya think big boy?” Lauren asks with a naughty grin,
manipulating the dildo deep inside.

“It was different, edgy. Ya, kind of fun. I might do it again, especially if I can fuck you afterwards.” Mike took his arms and
hugged Lauren. She wrapped hers around him. It dawned on me, Mike and Lauren seemed to be as much in love as Mike
and I.
The boyfriend came over. “You’re turn to get off.” Grabbing the toy. He teasingly and slowly pulled it out of me. All 15 inches
were covered in juices. “Lick it off Jessie. Be a good girl. Come on, licky, lick.”
“Mmmm, I taste damn good, don’t I?” I said to no one in particular, but I knew everyone had already tasted me.
“Lay back.” With that the boyfriend stuck 3 fingers into me and started banging away as his tongue worked its magic on my
clit. In less than 2 minutes I was exploding in another orgasm.
God, I love our friends. They’re the best. The boyfriend laid his head on my arm while lazily playing with my nipples. No
complaints from me, as each tug and pinch sent a new hot wave surging out of my throbbing clit.
Lauren slowly positioned herself doggy style, spreading her lips for Mike’s penetration. Call me freaky, but I just love watching
my BFF and husband, make passionate love. It’s so romantic.
Closing my eyes for a second, I must of dozed off. Waking, head throbbing, my phone showed 3:30am. Shit, I badly needed
aspirin, water and to pee. Eventually, crawling back under the covers, Mike reflexively spooned, his hands cuddling my
breasts. A big smile came over my face. I wondered what new, exciting, sex adventures lay ahead tomorrow?
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Consistency in the Adult Industry
has been My Destiny.
By: Miss Charlie Latour
Exclusively for All Pleasure Magazine
I attended an event where a participant came up to me and said, “Charlie, you haven’t changed a bit”.
I thanked him. Obviously, he was referring to how I looked and since this was a swing event I was
sure he was attempting to line himself up for action. Flattery never goes out of style and I love it. It
was the words, “you haven’t changed a bit”, which etched themselves into my memory banks.
As a child, I was exposed to some magnificently successful people, all of whom had their formula for
success. The one consistency was “consistency”. My parents were faithful servants of the church and
they preached consistency. I was taught to find what I do well and do that consistently. Not that they
ever intended for me to be involved in the adult entertainment business, but their advice has done
well for me.
Benjamin Disraeli (1804-1881) was twice the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and he once
stated that “A consistent man believes in destiny, a capricious man in chance”. I am a woman who
believes in destiny, which makes me consistent. When I entered the adult entertainment business I
did so after considerable thought and the establishment of a core set of values and beliefs. I have
never altered those values and beliefs. It is what made me liked by many and despised by others. Let
me share my personal six outcomes of consistency, as taught to me by many, which have formed my
destiny.
The adult entertainment business is like every other business, your reputation is important. Upon
entering the mainstream adult business, I was advised by some very wise and experienced individuals
that reputation was everything. If you had a reputation, which indicated consistency, the producers
and directors knew what to expect. As an example, I made it clear that while I was fully educated on
words and phrases which are considered foul and vulgar I would never take the Lord’s name in vain. I
would ask the producers and directors to change dialog using the Lord’s name and they always complied.
In the beginning, it was a source of ridicule and derision by some, but in the end, I had many
more producers, directors and performers come up to me and express support and appreciation for
my position. I had a reputation for many things, including being on time, being prepared, knowing my
lines, understanding the intent of the script, and treating others as I wanted them to treat me. For every
individual who referred to me as, “Oh that righteous bitch”, there were ten who gave their support
to me. My reputation today is the same as it was in the beginning, because of consistency.
The adult entertainment business is made up of two groups: those who have committed their entire
lives to the industry and those who come and go on a whim. Anthony Robbins, the famous motivational
speaker, stated that, “It’s not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives. It’s what we do
consistently”. As I went from newbie to veteran I had the opportunity to talk with and provide advice
to new people in the industry. I would consistently tell them that even one set of pictures or one movie
will change their lives forever. We are all accountable for our actions. Failure to think through your
entrance into the adult business, then attempt to deny the industry shows inconsistency and that is
evil. Don’t get me started on these former porn stars who now become preachy and almighty. They
are hypocrites! Unless you are willing to be consistent you should never join the adult business. Most
producers and directors do not give a rats’ ass if you decide to exit the business, if they have you on
film and have your releases. They are familiar with inconsistency and many take advantage of it. Just
look at the “gotcha” sex tapes of celebrities. Consistency establishes a form of accountability. I remain
firmly planted in my accountability for every adult feature movie I have done, every centerfold layout
and every live sex performance.
As part of my thought process, before entering the adult entertainment business, was the need to
establish a theme, mission, vision, values, and goals. I was brought up during the sexual revolution
and the women’s rights movement. I am not referring to the political compartmentalization of those
movements as they exist today, rather the origins of the movements, where sexuality was openly
discussed and practiced, and women sought equality in pay and opportunity. I refused to participate
in the production of any presentation which demonized, demoralized or degraded sex, gender, race,
or nationality. I am not talking about mutually accepted BDSM or fantasy role playing for sexual enhancement,
but depiction of, or real discrimination or deprivation. My theme was that woman can be
the sexual aggressors, they can equally participate in sex, they can produce, direct, edit, perform, and
do every other task on the set. I am not a man-hating feminist, as many feminists have become, rather
I am an equal partner loving men and women of every orientation. I am pro-female, or even better
I am pro-sexual libertarian. I am also for smaller government, free speech, and sexual libertarianism.
I love the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights, as they are the premier libertarian
documents. I am proudly and consistently delivering on my theme, mission, vision, values, and goals.
A very close friend, who is not involved in the adult business, (I have many like this) asked me how
I know that I am successful. This is an excellent question! How does one measure their success?
If you are inconsistent it is nearly impossible to measure anything or the quality of the information
is weak. As a trained social worker, I was required to take statistics in college and I remember that
inconsistencies are common clues to poor quality in data. To measure something properly you must
have reliability, and reliability refers to the consistency of a measure. It is not how many films you’ve
performed in, the number of magazines you appear in or even the number of times you had sex, rather
it is the consistency of what you do. Now I understand what is one persons’ success is someone
else’s failure, but my body of work has been consistent, thereby, allowing for reliable measurement.
It is the interpretation of the data where disagreement may rise and I am OK with that. Person A may
judge my career a failure and Person B a total success. But if you are consistent then measurements
become reliable and the rest is subjective judgement. Gloria Leonard (deceased), perhaps one of
the greatest female adult performers and a great friend and hero of mine, only appeared in 65 films.
Some others have performed in hundreds, yet you don’t know them, where Gloria, who was the
queen of consistency, is an icon never to be forgotten. You can measure her consistency.
No matter what your occupation, reliability is a human resources asset. But reliability is all about consistency.
If you are scheduled to start work at 9 AM, the reliable employee shows up on time, consistently.
The same is true in the adult entertainment business. When you are engaged to perform in an
adult film you must show up on time, be prepared, know your lines, and cooperate with the director.
But it takes consistency. One day I received a phone call from Henri Pachard (now deceased), the
famous adult film director. He was shooting a high-end film in New York titled Lilith Unleased with
Paul Thomas, Ron Jeremy and Tish Ambrose and wanted to know if I would agree to play a modest
role because he needed reliability to show up and deliver some very important lines. This 1985 film,
released by VCA, received 4/Volcanic rating from Adam Film World and AAA by AVN. I agreed and
the role expanded significantly, wherein I had scenes with Paul, Tish, Ron, and my good friend Tasha
Voux. My scene with Ron is now considered a classic. I received the opportunity because I was reliable
and consistent. So, consistency leads to reliability and opportunity.

The sixth and most important of the outcomes of consistency is that it makes you relevant. In the entertainment
industry, there is nothing more important to some than relevancy. Ron Jeremy is a prime
example of relevance. He has been consistent in his career. This highly educated teacher created a
consistent and credible adult film performer and today he is still relevant in my estimation. He is at
nearly every convention, signs autographs, talks with fans and participates in productions and commerce.
(Ron de Jeremy Rum) I hope that my consistency makes me relevant, as I am still here in
what I believe is the crest of my career and I remain in demand.
As a consistent woman, I do believe in destiny! My personal six outcomes of consistency outlined are
an excellent way to consider what you are doing and why?(there may be many more outcomes depending
on the depth of your analysis) My theme was to do good and to assist in moving the sexual
revolution forward and create new opportunities for women, none of which I count as accomplishments
yet, because I take the New Testament Biblical passage (Galatians 6:9) “let us not grow weary
of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up” as part of my destiny. I’m far from
done, but I will remain consistent in what I do!
Love to All!
Miss Charlie Latour

Erotic
Hypnosis
by Amberly
Erotic hypnosis; some call it quackery and others swear by its effectiveness in exploring
new fetishes or intensifying current ones. I have known of this fetish for about 12 years
now and for the last 10, feel I can honestly say I have become a master (or mistress) of the
craft. Getting someone to relax for you and allow you to take a mental journey, a true one,
is one of the most difficult things to achieve if you have never done it before though.
Not going to lie, I believed it to be just hocus pocus when I first stumbled upon Devin.
He was about 7 years my senior but kept telling me about how soft and soothing my voice
was. With just normal conversation, I found Devin seemingly falling asleep. Sleeping he
was not though! Devin was beginning to trance. Each word I said, he agreed with. I could
make him start stroking on command, stop on command and even fall limp. With trigger
words, he would ultimately lose whom he was and turn into a complete stroking robot
for me. I found this so amusing! With other words, he would turn back into his normal
self and sometimes not even remember what had transpired. The only evidence alluding
to our erotic call being the cum that covered his thighs and hand. For some reason, the
confusion of waking in that state seemed to even turn him on more, often times begging
to stroke yet again in this conscious state. I would always give him that little treat.
That may have been my first foray into erotic hypnosis, but it surely was not my last. I love
the mind fuck of mixing psychology with our sexual drives. Some are truly more susceptible
to trancing and others truly take more time to hit that comfort level; but once there,
it is always a fun and wild ride!

Cadey
Mercury
Petite and
Sweet
Cute-as-a-button,
Cadey, just made the
move from Chicago to
Los Angeles to work in
the adult entertainment
business.
With a beautiful body,
bewitching smile, sunny
disposition, and a great
attitude, we feel she’s
bound to become very
popular with fans.

Although she’s only been in the business a
few months, she’s already attracted a devoted
following; she regularly posts what she’s up to on
her Twitter feed: @cadey_mercury.
Standing 5’5” tall but weighing in at only 100lbs.,
Cadey claims she does no exercise other than
having lots of sex, and eats whatever she wants.
During this shoot, Cadey also starred in a hardcore
boy/girl scene that was shot in 4K video, and it was
obvious this little cutie really loves sex.
These photos were shot by Marco Pallotti for the
Karups Hometown Amateurs website, and you can
see more of Cadey there, along with photos and
videos of many other cute, teen models:
www.karupsha.com.