Words by Rain DeGrey
My sex life requires a tractor and a crew of eight people, which isn't always an easy thing to pull off, let me tell you. My extensively elaborate sexual fantasies were what drove me into trying modeling in the first place. The things I craved could not be pulled off with just a bottle of lube and some eager fumbling with some random dude off of Tinder. What I needed in order to truly get off required a production company and multiple man hours of prep work. Thank god for the invention of porn. It gave me access to things that I never would have otherwise been able to get my greedy little hands on.
I am a sensation slut. I always have been. It is just how I am wired. I don't need gentle. I don't desire mellow and languid. Soft and slow bores the shit out of me and makes me want to take a nap. I crave being overloaded with sensation until my brain lights up like a pinball machine giving up a massive jackpot and melts right out of my ears.
Which is where the tractor comes in. Out of all of the companies that I have worked with over the years, Insex was the one that clocks in as the most extreme, and I like to do me some extreme. If I wanted to be bound onto a fucking machine and then suspended from the ceiling as the machine drilled away at my holes full blast, they could hook me up. It was honestly less like porn and more like being a sexual stunt person. A naked stunt person that got to cum a lot throughout the day.
So when Insex asked me "Hey Rain, would you like to be hung upside down, crucified, a plastic bag with a breathing tube taped over your head, huge rocks tied off from your tits, a dildo tied into your pussy and be buried underground while you're being vibrated?" the only appropriate answers to that question was "Fuck yes!!” And “Pretty please!"
I don't think anyone on the crew realized how much work it would take to dig a deep enough hole in dry soil that you could actually fit a person into it. After a few good hours fucking around with shovels, we all had throbbing blisters, a sad three-inch depression in the ground and a newfound appreciation of the effort murderers must go through in order to properly hide a body.
In the end we threw in the towel and got out the tractor. The tractor did in 20 minutes what our entire crew couldn't pull off in two hours-worth of sweaty effort. It was surreal watching the ground slowly be ripped open deep enough to accommodate my body and what my fate would soon be. Once the pit was big enough it was go time.
The whole stunt didn't take too long to pull off. First the plastic bag with the breathing tube was taped securely around my neck and then I was hauled upside down by a pulley and hung by my ankles. Once I was hanging upside down a dildo taped to a stick was inserted into my pussy and tied in place. Large heavy stones were tied onto my breasts and left to dangle painfully. Then I was lowered back down into the pit.
As the dirt was shoveled back into place, my vision slowly cut off. Each shovelful added took a little bit more of my sight away until eventually all that I could see was total gritty blackness. Air was not an issue as the tip of the breathing tube had been left unburied and poking out of the soil. I could suck in my next breath as needed and I calmly focused on breathing slowly and evenly. That part was easy. A walk in the park.
It was the sudden rippling pain shooting through my calf that took me by surprise. Pain that was quickly followed by waves of overwhelming pleasure. It took me a little while to figure out that they must be caning the back of my legs while using a vibrator on my exposed pussy. The sharp pain and melting pleasure battled back and forth in my brainmeat as that endorphin buzz built up. It was like slowly riding a roller coaster up to the top, knowing the payoff will be blasting down the other side full tilt with a mouth full of screams.
The orgasm, when it came, made me see white flashes shooting across the blackness of my buried head. It was a fireworks display of orgasmic proportions under the plastic bag. My twitching body and ragged gasps through the tube that told the story of what had just happened. With that the whole crew grabbed the shovels and started digging until I was unburied enough to use the pulley to haul me up out of the hole. Everything was still blurry and the bright daylight was sharp and stabby through the smeared film of the bag. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the light as the tape was removed from my neck.
As my vision cleared and my eyes adjusted, the whole Insex crew swam into focus before me. I looked up into their inverted vaguely concerned faces as they inspected my dirty freshly orgasmed body and cane striped legs.
"How are you doing Rain?" the director asked.
"Great!" I giggled. "Can we do it again please??" I was in heaven.
Alas, the pit had to be filled back in so it would not be a tripping hazard for others. Safety first you know. We were rapidly losing daylight and didn't need anyone breaking a leg by accidentally stumbling into random holes used to bury porn stars. I sadly watched my hole vanish under the administrations of the handy Insex tractor.
All in all it was an amazing day. And I truly love my job. Being a naked, cumming stunt person isn't a bad way to spend a Tuesday afternoon, all things considered. Much more exciting than pulling some random off Tinder. Those Tinder dudes rarely have tractors.
Rain DeGrey is a veteran performer with over eight years in the industry who is blessed with both an extremely open mind and a very twisted sense of humor. When she is not being a Professional Naked Person she keeps herself busy as a writer, educator, and performer. For more Rain DeGrey, go to raindegrey.com, raindegrey.net and @raindegrey on twitter.