Brynn and the King of Porn [2]
I didn’t think I would hear again from Mason, the King of Porn, nor his manager Albert, so it was an instant bolt of hope when I received an email a week after our first and only meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might want to see me again and was I interested? Was he kidding? Of course I was. I had spent two months and hundreds of hours watching Mason’s twenty year old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock. In Albert’s next email, he said, “Well, your enthusiasm and passion—those were the things he liked. No promises but . . . maybe there might be more in it for you this time. I know you’re …