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Super Fun E-mails.

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Taylor Kurtis

J. writes:

hi bill im a big fan of your manojob site particularly as its one of the only handjob sites out there to use black man. I just had an idea for a scene, could you do one where the man is tied up or restrained. for example we could have a scene with the woman dressed as a sexy policewoman (short skirts,low cut top) and the brotha is handcuffed so is restrained as he gets a handjob. Or you could have one with him tied to a cheer like he is being interrogated and his punishment is getting a handjob, I think that would be really sexy, having him tied or handcuffed to a chair or wall so he cant move while he is getting his dick whacked off is so fucking sexy and you know deep down inside everyone fantasises about getting there dick whacked off without there consent. peace

Hey J!

Interesting you bring this up.

When I started developing Manojob, I imagined a pretty simple, straight-forward, gonzo style site. It seemed, at that time, that all the dirty sites out there featured camera men who thought they were super funny…so funny they’d add commentary to whatever it was they were shooting. And they musta thought they were SO funny, or had such insight, that their commentary was more important than the scene they were shooting.

So when I starting filming Manojob, my only rule was NO DUDE TALK. Not once, on that site, would you ever hear a guy’s voice. No silly banter. No stupid jokes.

Oh, and the girl has to finish the guy. No jacking on dude’s part whatsoever.

I’ve learned now there’s a whole fetish thing happening with handjobs that’s submissive in nature. Just like the scenarios you outlined.

I was surfing around Clips 4 Sale, where I have a small clip store. And almost all of the handjob scenes feature restrained dudes getting jerked by dominant women…some scenes are really kooky, too. Like “orgasm denial” where the girl won’t allow the dude to cum…with dudes tied up and shit.

Kooky. With a K.

Which isn’t a bad thing at all.

I just don’t wanna turn Manojob into a BDSM thang, you know? But who knows…I just might have a few girls tie some poor sap off, and then jerk him silly.

Just for you.

Cause it’s all about the customer, right?

Your pal, Billy

PS: Check out Taylor Kurtis! I shot her a couple years ago for Spunkmouth, and we just recently got to work together again! Ain’t she grand? I shot the scene at a cheap hotel in Vegas, January of 05, during AVN’s. Here’s some free Taylor Kurtis movies from that scene just for you, my friend. And remember this…there’s not a whole lot of Taylor doing naughty things with a boy out there!

Now Peace out with your bad self.

Taylor Kurtis

my life

Waiting on the Pop Shot.

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Kinzy Jo

When I was a jock, I waited on hitting the right position.

When I was a student, I waited for the end of the semester.

When I worked security at concert venues, I waited for gate crashers.

When I was sold cars, I waited on “The Ups”.

When I was a bar room bouncer, I waited on the fake ID’s. And the fistfights.

When I sold stocks and bonds, I waited for the Social Security Number.

When I taught, I waited for The Excuses & The Lies.

When I labored on construction sites, I waited for the injuries…and the end of each and every day.

When I was unemployed, I waited for the state’s check in my mailbox.

Now, I wait for The Pop Shot.

Usually — but not always — in my flannel PJ’s.

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There’s Something About Barbie, Part 1

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Barbie Cummings

Ever wondered what a porn whore looks like cookin’ up some late-night chow and flashin’ her thong?

Not a whole lot different than, say, your gal cookin’ up some late-night chow and flashin’ her thong.

Barbie’s ass might be a tighter, and look better. Maybe not. But there she is, just like your gal, flippin’ food (probably a bit tipsy) at 2 am after a night out on the town.

When I wasn’t in porn, I loved pics like this. I still do, too… but not as much as I used to.

Thought you’d like a peek.

One last thing — Did I mention how much I love Barbie’s blog? Now…don’t get me wrong: she’s not going to win any awards for her writing, or the syntax or punctuation or grammar found therein…but damn, there’s nothing like a writer who tells it like it is, no matter what it costs…and shows dirty pictures to boot.

And dirty pics are way better than grammatically correct sentences, right?

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Super Fun E-mails…or, in this particular instance, Super Fun myspace messages.

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REM Reckoning

In order to protect the innocent, I’ll refer to her simply as “LC”.

LC is my pen pal from myspace, and it’s fun having a penpal, right? Especially one from the opposite sex! One you can flirt with, and know, with quite certainty, that no matter how much I offer her, she’ll never fuck a stranger on camera while I hold it.

The camera, that is…

Which creates a somewhat warm and fuzzy feeling for me.

Her last message was short and sweet — the part I’m going to show you, anyway.

—————– Original Message —————–

Date: Mar 28, 2007 3:40 PM

Right now I’m just being thankful French Surrealism did not survive as a genre of film.

What’s your favorite record right now?

The only background information I’m offering up on LC is she’s a college student, and taking a film class, and I’m laughing as I type this, cause she’s a college senior without a declared major, which, in my book, ranks her as a freshman at best.

And here’s what I said back to her:

I’ll cut to the chase for a quick reply: A Ghost is Born.

Now, let’s see how long I feel like writing, cause it’s been a long, smut-filled day.

My favorite records, at any given moment, change all the time. Over the past however long I’ve been listening to music, there are a few that always seem to make the Top 10.

Then, there’s “period” records — for lack of a better term. Just so I don’t come off like a total dork, let me (briefly) explain:

Middle school was a period, right? And like all adolescent boys my age, I listened to a whole lot of Ted Nugent and Led Zeppelin (II and IV) and Blue Oyster Cult and Boston and Peter Frampton and that sort of fodder.

High school was much of the same (sans Boston and Frampton), but, for some silly reason, more metalesque and all horribly embarrassing: Judas Priest, Ozzy, Aerosmith, Ted Nugent, and Led Zep, and Blue Oyster Cult, and the Scorpions (gasp) and UFO (gasp) and Cheap Trick and I could go on and on.

I’d like to add, that at night, when whatever girl I was dating would sneak into my window at night would sneak into my window, I’d have the blacklights on and it was Genesis (only the records in which Peter Gabriel was still part of the band) or Pink Floyd or Kraftwerk or David Gilmour’s solo record was playing, and I’d pray to Jesus for a handjob.

All of these bands had records that, at one time or another, were “favorites”.

11th grade Pat Crane walks up to me in the parking lot, hears what I’m playing in my car, calls me a name, and hands me London Calling, and it totally changed my life, and the things I listened to, which is, of course, a totally clichéd thing to say.

Sex Pistols and Ian Dury and Klark Kent and Dead Kennedys and Sham 69 and Sex Pistols and Clash and Sex Pistols and Clash and Sex Pistols.

Did I mention Never Mind The Bullocks?

Or London Calling?

College meant X and REM and Suburban Lawns and Wall of VooDoo and Oingo Boingo and The Jesus and Mary Chain and The Replacements and REM and any band on SST or IRS: Fleshtones, Meat Puppets, Minute Men, Husker Du…all of these bands had records that, at one time or another, were “favorites”; the only difference between the college favorites and my adolescent favorites is some of those college favorites are still favorites…except Zeppelin.

It was about this time that I completely dismissed Zeppelin, as well as Pink Floyd. But I realize now how silly that was.

Is any of this making sense?

I think I shall copy and paste this blabber and call it a blog.

I (think I) figured out jazz about a decade (or less) ago: Miles and Coltrane and Coleman and Dizzy and Stitt and Rollins and Thelonius Monk — Monk being my very favorite.

And sure, a decade (or so) ago it was Nirvana and Super Chunk and Hole and The Chili Peppers and Pavement and The Butthole Surfers and Stone Temple Pilots and Archers of Loaf and all the rest of them.

Wait a sec. The Red Hot Chili Peppers happened two decades ago…while I was still in college. Put them in between The Replacements and REM, and place them as the very best live show I think I’ve ever seen…1985, playing Hendrix with nothing but socks over their wieners…the only show I’ve ever seen the cops shut down.

I’m on a Wilco kick at the moment, and it’s very embarrassing, cause, really, it’s all I listen to; specifically, A Ghost is Born (or the live record from Chicago) is all that’s ever on my stereo.

Which, of course, is a lie.

Why didn’t I mention the Velvet Underground? Or Big Star? Where’s The Gorillaz? The Beastie Boys? How about Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music, which I’m obsessed with (another lie…I’m obsessed with Harry). And how can I blabber about Wilco without once uttering the words Uncle Tupelo?

Which will lead me to the most embarrassing part of this whole deal: I’m stuck on a desert island, and I’m all alone, and I stub my toe on the bottle that releases the genie:

10) Paul’s Boutique

9) London Calling

8) Never Mind The Bullocks

7) Revolver

6) Kind of Blue

5) Led Zeppelin 3

4) A Ghost is Born

3) “The Beatles”

2) Thelonious Alone In San Francisco

1) Reckoning

Immediately looking at this list makes me think I need to rework the entire thing, or to delete this all and forget I ever thought about it.

Sometimes I think revealing your true musical tastes is a lot like stripping in front of a stranger and hoping for the best possible reaction there is to expect, which could range from laughter to true love.

Alone in San Francisco

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Chelci Fox

I’ve clicked through a lot of blogs, and it’s common to see writers apologizing for their lack of updates. And let’s face it, once a blog hasn’t been updated in a few weeks, it’s as good as dead.

Which is to say you’re only as good as your last blog, right?

I dunno. But lately, I just haven’t had much to say: my health is fine, shooting’s going as expected, and my personal life is as good as it gets.

I don’t want ISP to sound like a broken record.

How much can I say about Ruth Blackwell, and gloryholes, and Spring Thomas, and spunky mouths, and Katie Thomas, and handjobs, and Chelci Fox, and interracial sex, and jizz on a girl’s glasses and eating a whole bunch of ass?

And do I really open up and talk about my private life outside of porn?

See what I mean?

Ruth Blackwell is kicking ass.

The gloryholes are all real.

Spring Thomas loves her vacation.

Spunkmouth is spunky.

I dunno what to say about Katie.

Handjobs rule cause it’s the safest sex around.

Chelci Fox has the best tits in the business, and that’s why I built a site around her.

Why do people love interracial sex so much?

Guys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses…NOT.

Ask any porn whore and they’ll tall ya…eating ass is yummy.

Maybe you thought I was joking…but I really don’t have much to say.

Gimme a few days. I promise I’ll have something fun for you!

In the meantime, go read Barbie’s blog. I find it wonderfully demented.

stories from porno land (some amusing, some not)

Suicide George and Piss in my Face

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Alyssa Jordan in the gloryhole

For the first time that I can remember, I went out drinking with co-workers: Ruth Blackwell, Cherry Poppens, and a new girl on the Porno Circuit, Alyssa Jordan.

First, a few words about Alyssa: she’s 26, and she looks like she’s barely-legal cause she’s in braces; I shot her that day in her very first interracial scene for Blacks on Blondes, right after we got back from the filthy dirty gloryhole; she doesn’t have a lot of friends in Porno Land yet cause she just moved here from far away, and she’s just as fucked up as the rest of us…but of course I say that in a good way.

After we wrapped, we headed to Fred 62, my very favorite place to eat dinner right now, and then strolled down to The Dresden, a bar made popular from the movie “Swingers”. We listened to Marty and Elayne sing funky, jazzed up versions of “Muskrat Love” and “My Funny Valentine”, drank Key Lime martinis, and listened to this kooky regular named George tell us about his life, which mainly consisted of staving off suicide one day at a time.

We grew tired of George, and Marty and Elayne went on break, so we walked down the block to a total dive bar and drank more.

Lots more.

Well…not all of us. I was drinking a lot, but for me, anything after a 3rd beer is a lot; Cherry’s a natural drunk; Ruth was throwing them back for sure; Alyssa had an audition the next morning and was taking it easy….well, easier than we were.

On our little walk to the dive bar, Ruth Blackwell decided to be Ruth Blackwell and spit in my mouth as we strolled down the sidewalk. I was drunk enough not to care much, either, so I let her. I kinda enjoyed it, as a matter of fact, which probably means there’s something terribly wrong with me.

As we crossed the street and headed for the dive bar, I decided to grope Alyssa. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was…cause when I felt her up, I felt what had to be the wettest pair of panties I’ve ever felt in my life.

Wet. As in she just pissed her pants wet.

I don’t recall asking her if she actually did piss her pants, but I do recall she told me her pussy is that wet “all the time”.

Wet pussies and alcohol seem to trigger my pervy-creepy side, and suddenly I got a total boner, and, to make a long story short, proceeded to finger Alyssa’s soaking wet twat at the bar as we drank some more.

Which didn’t seem to bother Alyssa at all.

Ever try to carry on a normal conversation at a bar while fingered the girl you’re talking to? While watching her eyes roll up in to the back of her head? While people are all around, drinking and laughing and having a good time?

“Your panties are getting in my way,” I said. “Please go do the ladies’ room and take them off.”

(Note the appropriate place for the apostrophe in “ladies’ room” please).

“No,” she said.

(Note the lack of an exclamation point after her reply, so we all know what that means.)

“Get into that fucking bathroom and peel off those dripping wet panties and get back here right away!”

(Do I really have to talk about punctuation any more?)

Which is to say she got up and walked directly into the ladies’ room, and came back immediately and sat down right next to me, and we continued our nice, normal conversation as Cherry Poppens watched.

But we all grew bored after a few minutes, so Alyssa went to flirt with a “cute boy” at the end of the bar as Cherry and I had more quality conversation:

“Go piss in your beer bottle and bring it back to me. I want to drink it,” Cherry said.

“Right away, my love,” I said, then pecked her on the cheek.

And I did.

And she did…but first she performed fellatio on the beer bottle, then took a big gulp of my piss, and then spit it right into my face.

My Piss.

My Face.

Then, a tap on my shoulder.

It was Suicide George, from The Dresden. He wanted to talk to us. He was lonely. He wanted to “flirt with porn stars”, too, and tell us about his problems, and after he told us about his life, and how he’s “between suicides” each and every day, I asked Suicide George if he’d like Cherry Poppens to spit in his face.

“Um OK,” mumbled Suicide George.

Cherry smiled and turned Suicide George’s face into a target, and he enjoyed each and every loogie Cherry served up.

We closed that bar down.

We said bye to Suicide George as he stumbled home, and I still smelled like piss, even though my shirt was dry, and we all walked all the way back to my car, which really wasn’t all that far at all, and Cherry tried a number of times to jam her finger up my ass, which isn’t a very appropriate thing to do, especially on a public sidewalk.

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Barbie Cummings and her new blog.

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Barbie Cummings

What more can I possibly say about Barbie Cummings?

I know I went over the very first time we met, and I interviewed her. It was last June, closing in on a year! Barbie was a Porno Newbie, and we got her to fuck a black dude just after the interview for Spunkmouth.

I liked working with Barbie so much, I booked her immediately for Blacks On Blondes, where Brian Pumper and Jason Brown railed her.

Did I tell you about our trip to the gloryhole?

Or the second time we visited a seedy, filthy adult bookstore and she jacked-off a stranger through the hole?

Did you know Barbie is an LMT? And her specialty is The Happy Ending?

I had to tell you about the time I was the luckiest guy in the whole wide world and Barbie Cummings and Cherry Poppens took turns jacking off my pee-pee!

We’ve had late night talks, I’ve written bad poetry about the newest version of her tits, and she’s even been a guest blogger here.

I guess it was that guest blog that turned Barbie into a blogger, too. It’s funny, cause this dude named Londo Cat, who runs the Mr Marcus Forum, e-mailed me after her guest blog and said something like it was a “great marketing tool” towards the new site Blacks on Blondes is building around her.

I told Londo Cat that wasn’t me writing as Barbie…that was Barbie’s writing. And everything she wrote was true.

And it was.

And it is now…cause Barbie has her own blog. The Barbie Cummings Blog. It’s really her. The stories you’re going to read there are true. Only the names have been changed — to protect the innocent.

Barbie’s not afraid to tell it like it is…even if that means some people’s feelings are going to get hurt in the process.

Personally, I find her adventures totally jackable, cause I know they’re real, and I know she isn’t getting paid and doing it in front of a camera, and she’s as slutty as a dude…even sluttier, I think, which, of course, is fucking hot.

Who knows…Barbie’s talked to me about selling stuff off her blog too. Wouldn’t it be fun to own a pair of her soiled panties? Maybe after her pussy’s oozed a bunch of Frat Boy Jizz after a college party? You know Barbie loves a good creampie…

So sit back, surf over to BarbieCummings.com, and watch her strap one on and shove it up your ass — I’m sure you’re going to love it as much as this dude did.

Barbie Cummings

Interview with a Pornstar

Interview with a Porn Star (#26) — Alexia Sky

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Alexia Sky

Alexia Sky: I want a middle name. I want to be different. But they won’t let me do it…I want to be Alexia Malibu Sky.

I Shoot Porn: Hold on. I ask the questions. But continue. Why do you want to be Alexia Malibu Sky?

AS: I dunno.

ISP: Wait a second! Is that a hickey on your neck?!

AS: NO!

ISP: Yes it is!

AS: Um, yea. I got it from this girl I’m fighting with. She’s like a roommate and we’re fighting now.

ISP: Are you guys in love?

AS: No. It was just a one-night thing.

ISP: So you guys did dyke out, right?

AS: There was a guy involved. I think his name is Nick Manning. That’s his name, right? He looks like the guy from Beauty and the Beast…the guy at the end of the movie. Not the Beast…but the guy with the long hair.

ISP: I think they’re making fun of Nick Manning on the Howard Stern show. He screams real loud when he cums, and he says stupid things…is that him?

AS: I dunno.

ISP: But wait a second. So you guys had a three way?

AS: Yes.

ISP: Off camera, right?

AS: Yea. It’s funny. He walks around in a robe whenever he’s home, and when he wants sex, he just opens his robe, and then he drops it, and he’s just naked.

ISP: And then you fucked him?

AS: (Laughing hard) Yes! It’s so stupid that you’re writing this!

ISP: Was it any good?

AS: It was fun having a threesome.

ISP: Why are you and the girl fighting?

AS: Maybe it’s because we’ve been out here a month, staying in a hotel, stuck around each other…we’re just getting tired of each other. She’s just jealous, too. Cause she’s in love with Tommy Gun, and he flirted with me.

ISP: So how did you get the hickey?

AS: How do you think?

ISP: Well…was it a nice hickey? Or a sexed-up hickey? Or was she marking you??

AS: Pretty much I guess. I mean I have to look at the hickey every time I look in the mirror. So she marked me.

ISP: How’d you get into this biz?

AS: I was a dancer at Escapades in Fort Myers, FL. That’s how I met Persia. She used to be in porn, and I was like “I wanna try it” and the next thing you know I’m on a plane coming out to LA.

ISP: How many scenes have you shot so far?

AS: I dunno. Maybe 10 at the most.

ISP: Do you do anal?

AS: Fuck no! I don’t like that at all…even in my personal life. I hate it.

ISP: Are you slutty in your personal life?

AS: Yes. Look at my shorts! (She came to my studio in the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen a girl wear in public). I got kicked out of the mall back home by the security guards!! They said I wasn’t allowed to wear these anymore at the mall! See, when I go to the mall, I like attention. I get all sorts of attention when I wear these. Anyways, I was like “what’s going on?” cause every security guard in the mall was following me. I was worried they thought I stole something. One of the guards came up to me and said “next time you come to this mall wear longer shorts!!” I said yea, and he looked at my ass while I walked away.

ISP: That’s great. What’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever done?

AS: One time me and Persia met a cute guy. He was sleeping in his room, at Nick Manning’s house. Anyways we decided to rape him. He didn’t want to, cause he’s in the business, and he had a scene the next day, but we assured him he was dreaming and that everything was OK. And we raped him.

ISP: God I love you. Will you marry me?

AS: It was funny though, cause we just walked into his room, and he was sleeping, and me and Persia jumped his bones and fucked him.

ISP: God I love you. Will you marry me?

AS: (Laughs) He didn’t even nut. I was so pissed. He wouldn’t nut cause he had a scene the next day, and he had to save his nut for that. He still did us. Of course he wouldn’t do that. It was hot. I wanna do that again.

ISP: God I love you. Will you marry me?

AS: I mean imagine that he was really sleeping! I wanna rape a guy while he’s sleeping!

ISP: God I love you. Will you marry me?

AS: (Laughs harder) Do I have to answer that?

ISP: Yes. Right now.

AS: No comment!

Alexia Sky