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Joanna Angel’s First Porn Scene


I did my very first porn scene over 10 years ago. It was a memorable and incredibly unique day I will never forget. There’s an infamous punk quote saying that goes, “Don’t forget your roots” — and, well, my roots happen to be anal sex on a rooftop in Brooklyn. Needless to say, they won’t be forgotten!

Your typical “first time on camera” story in porn usually involves a brand new, inexperienced girl walking into a situation with a bunch of trained professionals doing their thing. There is a certain expected amount of nervousness and anxiety that goes along with it, and a lot of it is much like any other first day on a job, where you’re a brand new person walking into a routine situation for a group of people who already know each other. However, unlike your typical story, my first porn involved me walking into a situation where nobody in the cast or crew knew what they were doing.

Yep, I directed, produced and starred in my first porn scene ever, a feat most performers don’t usually pull off until the later part of their porn careers. I truly had no idea what I was getting myself into, and with this being my first foray into the industry, I didn’t have any industry friends to point me in the right direction. It wasn’t just my first scene, it was the male talent’s first scene, and the camera guy’s first porn (he was literally just a guy who happened to have a camera).

I had sex/sex_fantasies/how-joanna-angel-started-burningangel-com.html”>started a “porn” site in April 2002. I put that in quotes because the website for the first few years only had nude photos on it — and nothing hardcore. This was before the days of Facebook, or Tumblr, or even Myspace. This was even before the wardrobe malfunction at the Super Bowl. Just plain nudity was a pretty big deal back then. Weird, right?

By 2005 I had already been wearing the title of “porn star” for a couple of years. I had been alternately praised, analyzed, and attacked for my porn-stardom, but all I really had to show for myself was a handful of naked photos on the internet. I was really starting to feel like a poser. And I kept getting compared to that other alternative “porn” site without any hardcore porn on it, and I wanted nothing to do with any of that.

Aside from my disgust for posers and um… the other website… I had also recently spent a weekend at the Adult Entertainment Expo in Vegas, which traditionally happens a few days before the AVN awards. After a weekend of being inundated with very glamorous yet very XXX-rated films, I decided that I really wanted to make one myself.

Tracking Down The ‘Male Talent’

Living in New York, I was very far removed from the well-oiled machine that was L.A. porn. I honestly had no idea that there was such a large pool of “male talent.” Really. I had no f*cking clue. I just assumed any guy I saw on film was some girls boyfriend or a friend they wanted to have sex with. Like most people who watched porn movies, I just wasn’t paying attention to the guy. Had I done that- maybe I would have noticed the same 8 people appeared in just about all films and the same 8 people could not have been dating everyone in porn!

I searched through my entire rolodex of booty calls to find the perfect scene partner. Actually there was really only about 4 of them. One of which had a girlfriend. He also happened to be my ex boyfriend. He broke up with me when I started a porn site, then shortly started dating someone else, then cheated on her with me for about a year. But that’s a whole other story. Regardless, he certainly was not the right candidate for someone to be in a porn with me.

Another one from my rolodex (call it a hoelodex) said he would do it. He was probably the one I was the most physically attracted to — he usually only texted me back one out of every, like, six times I texted him; I was very low on his priority list of his booty calls but he was very high on mine. (It happens.) Well, at first he said no, but after I promised him a six-pack he changed his mind. He came over one fine afternoon and drank the entire said six-pack before we attempted to film a sex scene — and well, that resulted in about 26 minutes of footage of me jerking off a limp dick.

The other few didn’t bother texting me back. This entire trial and error of male talent did not result in any “happy ending” literally and figuratively. And it certainly put a very awkward ending to these awkward booty calls.

I started expressing my desire to make this film to my friends and friends of friends, and one friend came through with a very responsible, quirky, and interesting man — a guy known today as Tommy Pistol. Myself, the mutual friend and Tommy all met up at a bar to see if this was the right fit. Upon first meeting him I was highly suspect — I was a very elitist Brooklyn hipster and I had a very hard time picturing myself ever having sex with anyone from Queens. That was something I swore I would never do. However, his charming wit, his lack of any STDs and his over the top enthusiasm about the project changed my mind. Most of all what I found incredibly flattering was his sincere concern to meet any needs I had. For example, on multiple occasions, he asked me if he should shave his ass or not.


“Well is it, like, that hairy? I don’t know!” I would say. I was really taken aback. I was lucky to get a text back from most of the men in my life, let alone have an option for what razor blade number they should use near their genitals. I opted for the shaved ass… because, well… why the hell not? It was like a free upgrade! Coming from a Jewish family, I know to never turn down free upgrades.

I picked a date for us to do our scene, then I rescheduled it. When the new date approached, I rescheduled again. I was having cold porno feet. Did I really want to go through with this? I actually was not nervous about doing porn at all. I knew this was what I wanted to do. But having sex with someone from Queens was really not sitting well with me.

After the third time I changed the date, Tommy lost his temper with me. He was starting to get razor burn on his ass from shaving it so much. He said he had to let it grow in now and start all over again. I asked about how long that would take, and he said two weeks. So we set a date for two weeks later, naturally scheduling our shoot around Tommy’s ass hair.

I wanted this shoot to be special. Aside from having a clean ass in my face, I wanted to pick the perfect setting. I searched the web and found a theme hotel in the city. It had a beach room, a jungle room, a bouncy house room, an outer space room, etc. The beach room wasn’t available for the day we wanted, so I booked the outer space room. There were stars painted on the wall, and allegedly, astronaut suits were available for an additional fee. Yay!

Wanting to get laid had always been a source of anxiety. I was a horny girl, but I was also a wreck at talking to sexy.html”>guys I was attracted to, not to mention being consistently attracted self-centered maniacs. I wasn’t quite sure if I was still in love with my ex, and I possibly had feelings for the ex that came before him.

The truth was I was lonely, and sex made me feel even lonelier. Somehow though, knowing that I was scheduled to have sex at a specific date and time with a specific person put me at ease and excited me. I wasn’t walking into a situation with infinite unknowns and the likelihood of having my self-esteem damaged. I was going into a very controlled situation, and I was able to focus. Some people got laid with no problems all the time — but how many of them got to do it in outer space?!

The Day Of The Shoot

A camera guy, Tommy and I all met up at the hotel. We had a camera we borrowed from someone and some lights he bought from Home Depot. I had a backpack containing some new undergarments, stripper heels, an enema, and makeup. Tommy brought a shaved ass and not much else. I walked in, and the lobby certainly didn’t look like the photo I saw on the internet. I attempted to check in and I was told that outer space was flooded due to some kind of plumbing issue, and all the other rooms were booked. They recommended that we go to one of their sister hotels, which, from the sound of it, did not have any themed bedrooms. Womp womp.

We piled into the camera guys car and sat in midday gridlock traffic. It was a sweaty summer day, and there was certainly no working air conditioner (or working anything for that matter) in this car. We arrived at the second hotel, which was… in a church. Not a converted church, but an actual, active church. People were there praying in the middle of the afternoon. The place seemed less like a hotel than a dormitory for the church staff. I explained to the lady at the front desk that I was sent over from the other hotel, and she handed me our keys. The room was tiny our “lighting kit” a la home depot completely could not fit through the door, and we could hear the church choir as if they were in the room with us.

I was ready to call the whole thing off. It wasn’t meant to be. We had started the day in high spirits, and now we were all getting tired and cranky and Tommy was petrified of his 5 o’clock ass shadow coming in.

Tommy insisted that we go check out his friend’s big loft apartment in Brooklyn — it might be a good spot. I decided to give it a shot — at least it was pretty close to my apartment, so if all else failed, I could just go home.

Our adventure had started around 1 p.m., and it was about 7 p.m. by the time we got to the loft in Brooklyn. I walked inside, and just as I suspected, I was disappointed. There were about nine guys hanging out in the loft, smoking weed, playing video games, and eating cheese doodles. One of the guy’s girlfriends was making ramen noodles and picking out a movie to watch. At least seven out of the nine people there, who may or may not have lived there, had no idea why we were there.

Just as I was about to give up on my sex/sex_fantasies/why-women-go-into-porn.html”>porn star dreams, the friend who invited Tommy over to the loft suggested we check out the roof.


We walked up to the roof and it was huge, filled with graffiti, and had a 360-degree view of the city. It was beautiful. I could hear the above-ground trains and muted traffic in the background, and I smelled the humid summer air. “It’s perfect. Let’s do this” I said. We all hugged each other and cheered. We felt so accomplished.

I went downstairs to the bathroom in the loft to get myself ready. I sex-prep-guide.html”>squirted a water enema inside my ass and it felt like a new kind of spa treatment. I was exhilarated. Putting on my makeup and my new very impractical panties made me horny and confident in a new way I had never felt before. I was Clark Kent, and this bathroom was my phone booth where I turned into Superman.

I walked onto that rooftop and I saw that Tommy looked stressed. I asked what the problem was and he pointed at the opposite side of the rooftop, where a cluster of people had set up a grill and were drinking beer and starting to grill hot dogs. I’d forgotten that in the summertime this is what people who lived in lofts did. I walked over to the crowd and said, “Would you guys mind leaving the roof for an hour or so? We need to use it to film something.”

These loft people were mostly artists, right? That’s why they lived here? They should sympathize with my situation. “What are you filming?” one of them asked. “Well… it’s a porn,” I answered. “Oh, then we’re definitely not leaving.” “Well, OK” I said, “Can you at least not walk through the shot or anything and please be polite?”

The responses were mixed. A lot of people were laughing, and one couple started fighting. I picked a corner of the roof and declared it my own — we ran a long extension cord from an outlet inside to my corner and plugged in the lights, and I was ready to go.

Finally Shooting The Scene

I did a striptease and I felt incredibly sexy and turned on. Suddenly extremely attracted to Tommy and his borough made no difference to me. I wanted to rip his clothes off, give him a sloppy blowjob, and get f*cked in every position known to man. The smell of hot dogs and hipsters didn’t bother me. And I could see that Tommy was on the same page.

I crawled over to Tommy and his dick was rock hard underneath his pants. I ripped them off and gave him an all-star blowjob. I pulled my hair back and just owned it. I spit all over his cock, I used both my hands, I used no hands, I circled through all the blowjob tips I’d ever gotten from friends and Cosmo magazine. I felt powerful and sure of myself in a way I could hardly recognize. I wasn’t worried about how much he liked me, or what he was going to tell his friends, or whether he would become my boyfriend. I was just focused on giving the most amazing blowjob I could possibly produce.

He turned me around and f*cked me hard. He f*cked me with power and confidence and it felt beautiful. We didn’t really know what we were doing — we were both just kind of mimicking things we’d seen in other pornos. (By then I had maybe watched about three of them.) From the way Tommy was throwing me around it was evident he had watched a lot more. My body felt like Jell-O. it was so weird to have sex with someone who really knew how to have sex. I wanted to eat him. I wanted to put everything in his body inside my body. I wanted everyone on this rooftop to watch us and tell their friends what they saw. Tommy put his cock inside my ass with no issues at all. I loved it. I wasn’t sure if I was actually cumming or just having a lot of fun, but whatever it was, it was awesome.

He jizzed a very healthy sticky white load on my face. I felt like there were fireworks in the sky when I was done. I could have gone for hours more. I was so happy. I looked at the handful of people who didn’t leave the rooftop and said “Who’s next?” and they all laughed and clapped.

Some girls remember their high school prom, or their wedding day as the best day of their lives. My most treasured memory doesn’t involve a crown or a gown, it will always be anal sex on a rooftop in Brooklyn.

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Author Since: Jul 26, 2018