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The apartment next door to Shane Copeland had been empty for several weeks but then one evening around five a rather nice looking young lady pulled up at the front of the building and began to unload boxes. She was all alone and he watched her struggling for a few minutes and then decided he should help. It turned out her name was Felipa, she was a hairdresser and “yes” – she was grateful for some assistance.

She was quite a nice looking girl, not as pretty as his girlfriend but she did have bigger tits. This actually made carrying those boxes quite difficult for her.

It took a good two hours to unload and when they’d finished she produced a cooler with some bottles of beer packed in ice and from another box she took out a pizza and shoved it in the oven. As they sat on the floor enjoying their break she told him that her furniture was to arrive the next day and that she’d have to bed down with a sleeping bag that night.

“I have a big sofa, you can sleep on that if you like, might be a bit more comfortable than the hardwood floor.”

Felipa looked at him suspiciously, “You’re not trying to get me in the sack are you?”

“O no – nothing like that.”

“Aren’t I attractive enough for you?”

“Of course you are – you’re very attractive.”

“I suppose you have a girlfriend – although that usually doesn’t matter to you men – if you can get a bit on the side,” she mumbled,” and then she broke down and started to cry.

He was a bit nervous about putting his arm around her to comfort her as she seemed a bit highly strung and he didn’t know how she would take it.

“My fuck pig of a boyfriend didn’t care who he poked as long as it was still breathing,” she sobbed, “then he takes up with this skinny little bitch from the supermarket where he works and he throws me out like yesterday’s paper.”

She suddenly threw her arms around Shane’s neck, crushed her tits against his chest and started to sob once more. He was now a little worried that she would accept his offer of a sofa – and she did. The next thing he knew she’d grabbed a few things and moved in.

He made her some coffee and they sat and talked for a while. Once she’d stopped crying she became a lot more subdued and he didn’t feel quite as threatened.

“I’d been shacked up with Chris for over a year,” she told him, “I knew it was too good to be true, he is so handsome, every woman’s attracted to him.”

“Is he better looking than me?” he asked, more to make conversation than anything else.

“O much better,” she replied, “His hair is as black as coal, his eyes deep brown and he has a dick on him you wouldn’t believe.”

He was beginning to feel somewhat inferior and he snapped back with, “You’ve not even seen my dick.”

“Well let me have a look – but I can tell you now it won’t measure up to Chris’s giant schlong – nobody’s ever does.”

Who in his right mind would whip out his cock when he’d already been informed that the competition had a prize winner – well Shane did. Somehow she managed to goad him to making a fool of himself. He stood there facing her with his zipper open and his flaccid knob handing out like a limp noodle, and she started to giggle. His girlfriend Torie had never done that, she obviously thought it was quite adequate. At least she’d never mentioned anything about it being small, but now he was full of doubts.

Felipa, seeing that he was visibly upset said that perhaps it wasn’t unfair of her to judge it as she hadn’t seen it erect, although she had a struggle to maintain a straight face as she said it. He was just about to put it away and tell her that she could go back to her place and sleep in her fucking sleeping bag, when she dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. Although she was used to dealing with something quite a bit wider, she moved up and down it as though it was the most wonderful cock in the entire world.

Shane’s knees started to go a bit weak as she used her hands and her full lips to suck his cum up to the surface. When he shot his load he held onto her shoulders so tight she cried out in pain. Then she swallowed it and moved back to the sofa, peeling off her top and bra as she did so.

Her tits were magnificent, even though they were huge they didn’t sag at all and her nipples were big, brown and erect. With his dick still sticking out the front of his pants he literally threw himself on her and started to suck and fondle those adorable boobs while she whimpered and held onto his hair. Their bodies were virtually tangled up in a knot but she did manage to slip out of her skirt and panties as he continued to lick circles around her nipples.

When Shane dropped onto his knees and nestled his face between her warm thighs she began to tremble in expectation. And she certainly got turned on when he gently chewed on the edge of her hairy cunt with his teeth.

Her gorgeous nubile body writhed in ecstasy when he pulled back the lips of her crack with his fingers and flicked his tongue across her clitoris.

“O god, I like that,” she called out breathlessly, “keep doing it Shane I think I’m cumming.”

Almost immediately her body began to shake and she screamed as she went into a massive orgasm.

As she lay there with her body quivering he stripped off his clothes, sat on the sofa and then pulled her onto his lap, piercing her vagina with his hot throbbing cock. She gasped and paused for a moment and then began to gyrate her ass in a grinding motion. It was a strange sensation and although he liked it he was desperate to cum and so he began to bounce her on his knee. She got the message and started to ride him with gusto.

Shane held onto her jiggling tits as she crashed against his thighs and soon he could feel his hot cum traveling up his pipe and then shooting up inside of her. Felipa continued to bounce up and down as if she wanted to drain every drop of cum he had and he had to hold onto her hip bones to slow her down.

He had to admit that she fucked a lot better than his girlfriend, and she thought, what he lacked in size he made up for in foreplay. The only problem was he felt guilty cheating on Torie, they’d been going steady for six months and he’d been thinking of asking her to move in with him. As he sat there with his knob still dripping, Felipa went into the bathroom to clean up. Then the phone rang.

Torie always phoned around that time to tell she loved him and to say good night. He started to sweat and his mouth went dry as he croaked “Hello.”

“Is that you Shane,” she asked, as she didn’t recognise his voice.

“Yes it’s me.”

“I hate to do this to you over the phone but I want to break up with you.”

“Break up?”

“Yeh – I’m sorry but I’ve been seeing this handsome guy who works with me at the supermarket and he wants me to move in with him.”

“His name’s not Chris by any chance – is it?”

“How the fuck did you know that?”

“It was on the fucking TV News ,” he retorted, sarcastically, “they also showed a picture of his giant pox ridden cock!”

Torie slammed the phone down on him before he could say any more. When Felipa returned from the bathroom.He just sat there shaking his head.

“Was that your girlfriend?” she asked.

“I don’t have a girlfriend any more,” he grunted.

That’s OK – you can fuck me any-time you like,” she said, sitting beside him and giving him a little hug.

“But I don’t have an enormous dick like Chris,” he sighed.

“That’s true but on the plus side I don’t think you’re the kind of guy who would make me have a threesome with his dad.”

“He made you have sex with his dad?”

“Once a week – he insisted on it.”

“Poor Torie,” he said, with a sardonic grin on his face, “Poor Torie.”

‘The Sex Factor’ by Xhamster: what the actual fuck

It’s a reality show in which wannabe porn stars compete to complete challenges which include anything from sultry poses to full-on fucking: of course I have watched ‘Sex Factor’. I usually avoid Xhamster, but this show has had a huge amount of press attention, so I couldn’t really not.

And I have very, very, VERY strong feelings about it.

My initial thought was ‘oh, this sounds quite cool – maybe a light-hearted exploration of some of the more everyday quirks of a porn set.’ I assumed that, because it was being made as a PR exercise mostly, it would be fun and lighthearted.

It. Is. Not. That.

It is about as fun as discovering Simon Cowell in your bedroom, screaming through a megaphone about your sexual performance. As enjoyable as walking in on a conversation between two strangers deciding which bits of your body are gross. As ‘lighthearted’ as schoolyard bullying.

What’s more, the way it deals with performer consent is utterly fucked.

I’m writing this because although I’ve seen a couple of reviews, I’m yet to see anything that deals with the things that troubled me (although this piece does tackle the issue of consent and boundaries in episode one). I’m not a porn performer, and most of the stuff I know about it I’ve learned from indie porn performer/producer friends. If you’ve any more insight or you’d like to join in, please do leave a comment or get in touch with me if you’d like more space towrite a guest blog.

Before I delve in, let me say that there are some redeeming features. Lots of the contestants seem like lovely people, and a couple of the judges seem nice too. In Episode 3 there is a ridiculously hot, and simultaneously adorable scene between The Colonel and Khaya Peake, directed by Lexi Belle, which made me grin like a kid in a sweetshop. But these moments are overshadowed by the rest.

Sex Factor as cruel reality TV

Sex Factor contestants are shoved into situations they have never been in before, told to perform or they’re out, and then viciously critiqued for anything from their tattoos to their tit jobs. I appreciate that, when you’re working with your body, there are some things you need to be aware of. A tattoo that says ‘fuck you I won’t do what you tell me’ probably isn’t going to work if you’re playing a ‘good girl’ character. But in episode two the women all take part in a glamour photoshoot and by about halfway through – after countless comments of ‘too stiff’ and ‘gottta work out’ and ‘bad boob job’ and ‘she just doesn’t have it’ – I felt ready to crawl under a duvet and cry.

It was the opposite of supportive, and if my boss treated me like that in any job I would be straight on the phone to the union rep. There’s a huge gulf between critique and cruelty, and this was not critique.

The men, meanwhile, went to a strip club to learn some moves on the pole. They got slightly better feedback, although a couple of them were ripped to shreds for not knowing how to pole dance (Is this a skill we’re all supposed to have learned? Because I dance like a fish trying to flip its way out of a bucket). There was a slightly more supportive atmosphere, though, and I suspect that’s because the host – Asa Akira – seemed pretty keen on everyone having a good time.

So far, most of my criticisms could be dismissed by ‘oh but it’s a reality show‘ – and I realise that. Reality shows are hyper-unrealistic situations, combined with ‘characterful’ judges who break down the contestant’s confidence until at least one of them bursts into tears to create a ‘good telly moment.’ They caricature human beings and turn them into heroes, villains, and comedy bit parts.

But that is not all that Sex Factor does.

Sex Factor fucks up consent

I do not like the way that Sex Factor deals with sexual consent. I don’t like the way performers are thrown into a scene, then shouted at to perform, then berated for being uncomfortable about performing. I don’t like the excessive pressure they are put under, which is then ramped up to 11 because – hey! It’s reality TV! What did you expect?!

Let’s remember that none of these people were professional porn stars before they started the programme – the hook is that they’ve never shagged on camera before, they just responded to an open casting call. So consent, respect, politeness: all of these things should be key lessons, especially so early in the series.

And yet. One of the judges (Keiran Lee) embodies many of the things that I’ve heard ethical porn producers speak out against. He grabs people’s legs to move position, touches them mid-scene, gets his face right up next to their junk to demonstrate things, and only occasionally – usually after the fact – says ‘is that OK?’ Shudder.

Here’s an example from episode 3. Compare and contrast:

Remy Lacroix – one of the mentors – oversees an incredible sex scene between two of the contestants. They romp in the sunlight by the pool, and she’s encouraging, constructive, and complimentary. Their scene is incredibly hot, and they seem happy.

In a different scene, Keiran Lee (who has either been deliberately told to play up his ‘dickhead’ side, or is actually a solid-gold dickead), begins by telling the male performer:
“You HAVE to get your dick hard, man. If you don’t?… You’re never gonna make it.” Which is about as relaxing for the poor lad as being made to do it while standing on his head. With his Mum watching. In a walk-in freezer.

Kieran then spots Blair (the female performer in the scene), exclaims to fellow judge Asa Akira ‘LOOK AT HER VAGINA!’, before grabbing Asa’s head and shoving it towards Blair’s crotch. It’s not the only head-shoving Asa has had to deal with in the series so far – when the guys were practicing their stripping, one of them got onto her lap, grabbed her head, and held it right in front of his crotch even as she tried to pull away. I hope these things were discussed off-camera beforehand, but I don’t know.

“Is that OK?”

Later in the scene, Kieran grabs Blair by the throat, slaps her face, tells the other guy “See? You can grab here there, choke her, do all that shit.” *long pause before he turns to Blair* “Is that OK?”

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

Blair says ‘yes’ and smiles, which is… umm… good I guess? But surely Kieran should have asked before he grabbed her by the throat? Combine that with the fact that Kieran is the judge, therefore technically Blair’s boss, and all the cameras are rolling, I suspect she was under an extraordinary amount of pressure to say ‘yes.’ That’s not to say she didn’t mean it, just that I don’t think ‘after the fact, in an incredibly high-pressure situation’ is the right time to be asking that question.

And oh, more. So much more. But I want to get to the bit that shocked me most.

Dani Darko

Dani is one of the women competing in the show. In Episode 3, the episode revolves around coupled scenes, in which the performers are all paired off to fuck. I don’t know if they got to choose who they were working with, or they picked names out of a hat, but I’d hazard a guess that it wasn’t the former, because quite a few of them seemed either delighted or disappointed with who they ‘got.’ This doesn’t seem like the best of starts, but let’s press on. Dani got paired with a cute guy named Johnny Black, who seemed quite nervous but keen to give it a good shot.

Once on set, Keiran Lee (him again!) starts directing, in his usual style. Grabbing their heads while they’re kissing, whispering in their ears, etc. At one point when Johnny’s eating Dani out, Kieran leaps in…

“What you wanna do is…” *grabs her leg, hauls her around the sofa* “get her up like that.” She giggles, and he continues. No ‘is this OK?’ after the fact this time, just grabbing, moving, then a swift exit.

In the voiceover, Johnny explains that he didn’t like the way Dani kissed, and he had to ask her not to put her tongue down his throat. He struggles to get hard (understandable, especially when as soon as it’s apparent there’s a problem, Keiran Lee stomps in to tell him “it looks like a little frightened slug”) and Johnny and Dani eventually end the scene in some softcore positions.

So far, so ‘oh God this is awkward but I think I can keep watching.’

Now let’s skip to the end: the bit where they line up all the contestants in a row and explain who’s going home because they weren’t good enough.

“Dani. You crossed the line by disrespecting your partner’s boundaries. After he said he didn’t like that, you continued to do so.”

“Dani – crossing your partner’s boundaries is one of the worst things that you can do. You really need to respect that boundary. When somebody says ‘no’, you do not push further. Ever. And for that reason you have to go home.”

Dani says “I didn’t know I’d crossed any boundaries.”

Tori Black: “Maybe that’s the problem.”

Yes. Yes it absolutely is the problem. And I want to be really careful here to articulate this properly, because crossing someone’s boundaries is a fucking appalling thing to do, especially if you’re supposed to be a professional. It’s appalling far beyond just ‘Dani needs to be chucked out’, it’s unacceptable in how the show dealt with it – as if it were just a plot point.

When they told her that, I had no idea which boundary had been crossed. I deduced later that maybe it was the tongue thing – perhaps she’d continued snogging with tongues even after Johnny asked her not to. But why make the audience play some sort of weird deduction game to work it out? If Kieran – who was directing the scene and so involved he was practically fucking the performers himself – had spotted a problem during the scene, why did he not stop the scene and deal with it then and there? He, as the director, has a responsibility to the performers. And he’s as responsible for Johnny’s well-being as he is for Dani’s. If he noticed that she was doing something that Johnny had asked her not to, why did he not say anything? Why was he not checking in with the performers to make sure they were OK?

Moreover, if he genuinely couldn’t have known during the scene, but discovered it later (maybe after a chat with Johnny) then why on Earth ‘save it up’ for a ‘good telly moment’? Why leave Dani bewildered as to what she’d done rather than explain to her exactly so she could make sure to never do it again? Why put Johnny in the deeply uncomfortable position of having to watch as Dani got a dressing-down in front of the entire cast and crew?
Maybe Kieran discussed this with Johnny beforehand, and he was OK with it. Maybe. Maybe I’ve no right to comment on it, because I’m not – and never have been – a performer or producer on a porn set.

But maybe it’s also true that SexFactor showcases some of the ugliest mainstream porn industry tropes: non-consent, aggressive pressure, extreme nitpicking about the details of someone’s body. Perhaps it’s a skewed representation of all the individuals involved – as most reality TV is. Maybe it’s played up for drama, or stirred up for effect.
I don’t know exactly, because I don’t have all the behind-the-scenes info. But I do know that it’s nothing like the porn set I visited, or other sets I’ve heard about from performers and friends. And porn doesn’t have to be made like this. There are plenty of ethical porn producers creating films with people who they respect, treating everyone on set well, and leaving no one with a nasty taaste in their mouth. There are some recommendations at the bottom of this post – please do include any others in the comments.

      I’ll leave you with this quote from The Sex Factor’s ‘about’ page:
      “xHamster`s goal is to raise awareness in the community about safe sex and the health         of men and women around the world.”