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American Whore Story, ZZ-Style

Brazzers isn’t the kind of porn company to embark on any new venture with cautious reserve, so with Halloween on the horizon it was expected that the ZZ would throw its ample weight behind a unique celebration. This year it’s American Whore Story.

American Whore Story is a multi-chapter epic from Brazzers that sees pornstars Katrina Jade, Bonnie Rotten, Skin Diamond and Julez Ventura tackle horrific, treacherous situations all in the name of sexual adventure. Ably abetted by everyone’s favorite expressively-eyebrowed male star Tommy Pistol, insanely-well-endowed Brit Danny D, and All-American boy-next-door Tyler Nixon (at least in the first three chapters), the carnally obsessed cast get to filling every available orifice regardless of the precarious situations surrounding them. In American Whore Story’s first chapter (published last week at ZZ Series), Katrina Jade flags down travelers Tyler and Danny and successfully distracts Tyler from his original goal: locating a secret grave-site that held a mass of partial human remains. When she turns down the motel room light to get some post-coital zees, Katrina is terrified (as she should be) by someone at her bedroom door.

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Part two of this Brazzers Halloween horror series sees Danny continue his ghost hunt alone, roping motel employee Julez Ventura (who’s angling for a joint) into helping him locate his now-missing pal. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he stumbles upon a bound and hooded Skin Diamond, wrapped in leather and placed on an altar. Freeing her, Danny is greeted by Diamond with a hysterical laughing fit before Ventura joins them, masked and cowled, and seduces our hapless hero into a metaphysical threesome that leaves him disoriented and confused when they vanish into a puff of smoke after draining him. But who’s that mysterious dark-haired man seen in security footage walking the area with the missing Tyler and what does he want with our fellas?

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Bonnie Rotten, arguably the most beloved hyper-sexual and endlessly elastic deviant in porn today, takes center stage for the third chapter of Brazzers’ American Whore Story (due for release October 21st) but whether she provides any answers or simply poses more questions remains to be seen. Joining forces with the apparent mastermind behind all this insanity (that’d be Mr. Pistol), Rotten takes a railing in all three holes. But what exactly is her involvement and what has happened to Katrina Jade and Tyler Nixon to leave Danny D so ill-at-ease? Hop along, little pumpkins, to Brazzers site ZZ Series to catch the unfolding of this particular pornographic horror story as can only be told by adult entertainment’s most notoriously epic studio.

James Deen Keeps on Sinnin’

Last week, we ran through the first four installments of James Deen’s soon-to-be legendary feature series, James Deen’s 7 Sins: Greed, Gluttony, Lust, and Pride. Now that the final installment, Wrath, has premiered on JamesDeen.com, it’s time to wrap up this whole sordid affair before I send myself straight to the Netherworld for what I’ve seen and written.

ENVY, the fifth feature in the series, details the downward spiral of pornstar Chanel Preston, whose obsession with Deen and his nubile ladyfriend Chloe Foster progresses from voyeurism to poisoning, kidnapping, and rape. After her husband ignores her advances, Preston ropes Foster into fluffing her waiting crew of gangbangers, preparing them for an airtight three-guy plug-fest that leaves Preston satisfied and Foster humiliated.

SLOTH sees Lia Lor attempting to brush her teeth after a tryst with Deen, only to find his water’s been cut off. She wades through a messy floor to join Deen, slumped on the sofa in his pajamas, and attempts to rouse him with a blowjob. Due to her partner’s disinterest, Lor’s imagination conjures up two distinct threesomes and fantasizes about another man pounding her as she rests on Deen’s lap. Only, this fantasy doesn’t seem particularly enjoyable. In fact, so heavy and dour mood in the apartment that Lor ups and leaves for something a bit brighter.

Deen’s final installment, WRATH, is the most furiously sordid of them all. With a shaven head that makes him look like a death row inmate Deen beats the crap out of Danny Wylde then tears through a gauntlet of naked female figures (many of them from porn’s current generation of supersluts), aggressively dominating each one as she comes into reach. Slamming them against the wall by the neck, slapping faces and tits, choking and suffocating them, Deen even goes so far as to pick one blonde up by inserting his fingers between her lower lips and lifting. After treating himself to all nine women over the feature’s three scenes, Deen, who’s as much a cinematic adventurer as he is a sexual one, has accomplished something truly remarkable. A seven-feature hardcore porn series that owes as much to the film work of Gordon Willis and Gaspar Noe as it does to Deen’s distributor John Stagliano and his Evil Angel empire. How ever will he top James Deen’s 7 Sins?

Oh, and if you’re eager to see Deen’s treatise on sexual sin, you can do so at his official website, which throughout October will donate 50% of all profits to cancer research, prevention, and treatment.

Sinning with James Deen

James Deen couldn’t possibly get any bigger, could he? I’m not talking about his more than adequate member, either, but his celebrity. After ascending to unheard of mainstream stardom thanks to his dearly devoted female fans, many of them women who’d never before found a male pornstar at all appealing, a controversial CNN interview, and a role in a controversial Bret Easton Ellis-written, Paul Schrader-directed, Lindsay Lohan-starring movie, The Canyons, it seemed America’s favorite perverted boy-next-door couldn’t do any better! So, Deen did what any performer with newfound notoriety and success did, he went all artsy on us. He shot dimly-lit, grungy features based on the seven deadly sins: greed, gluttony, lust, pride, envy, sloth, and wrath.

GREED deals with an insufferable playboy whose mansion is literally lined with naked women. Strolling past them on his way to a meeting after facefucking a trio of beauties for breakfast. After fucking his colleague (Alektra Blue) and leaving her to roam his spacious abode, Deen’s private stock of female flesh is fully unveiled, resulting in an orgy of epic proportions.

In GLUTTONY Deen hands full-figured Harper Hughes her first starring role and asks her to lie on a banquet table surrounded by tantalizing cuisine and copulating couples. Will she join in the wet-and-messy indulgence or remain abstinent? Whatever she chooses, you know she’ll be well taken care of by Deen and his dinner guests, all eight of them.

For LUST, Deen hands the lead role over to Bailey Blue, who plays an insatiable (and rather inspired) nymphomaniac whose sexual exploration takes her from mundane morning sex to an alleyway anal pounding to a fantasy seven-dick roundtable laden with bondage wear and silent, dominant men. As Blue eyes some Polaroids, her fantasies again take over and she’s struggling to accommodate four rock-hard men. It’s dark and dirty in Bailey Blue’s world.

PRIDE features Casey Calvert and sees her gangbanged by three suited women wearing not only Deen’s cock but his face, too. A familiar figure enters, offers a silent command, and the masked trio bends over and exposes their rears, ripe for the taking. Deen ravishes all three then proceed to – get this! – spooges on the faces of his three doppelgangers before turning his attention to Ms. Calvert. Little does he know, however, that she’ll be the death of him, quite literally.

Is this the actual honest-to-Yama demise of James Deen or will he return to tackle Envy, Sloth, and Wrath? Well, according to Evil Angel’s release schedule, he will, so you’d best come back next week as I take another look at what Mr. Deen’s fevered, perverted mind has come up with. And be sure to keep an eye out for Mr. Pink’s brand new review of Deen’s official site, where you’ll find every episode of this series along with a booming archive of the world’s most famous fucker’s best work.

Win Yourself an AVN Experience to Remember!

So you think you’ve got what it takes to shoot the shit with porn’s most dazzling personalities while maintaining an entertaining and professional manner? And you think you’ll be able to withstand the glitz and glamor of the 2015 AVN Awards, focusing on the task at hand even if that task is interviewing performers, directors, producers, and presenters? Well, my friend, you’ll now have your shot – or, you’ll have your shot at getting your shot, at least – thanks to the good folks at Adult DVD Empire.

Offering one porn fan the chance to be their official AVN correspondent this coming January at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Adult DVD Empire is asking wannabe porn reporters to shoot a brief YouTube video that proves to judges why you’re a worthy recipient of such a distinguished honor. Oh, and Bonnie Rotten tells you the basics of the competition in a cheap, fast, and flashy video (seen below). The winner, and there can be only one, will receive airfare from anywhere in the continental United States to Las Vegas and hotel accommodation for three nights so you can take in every moment of the Adult Entertainment Expo and the AVN Awards, both which you’ll naturally also win passes to. You’ll probably get a lanyard, too. (People still think lanyards are awesome, right?)

If you’re so inclined, dear reader, I’d suggest boning up on your comedic timing and witty repartee, and perhaps throwing some slickness into your video presentation, ’cause there’s bound to be plenty of self-described awesomely funny folks who’ll do almost anything to meet and greet pornstar babes galore, giving you some stiff competition. How are you going to stand out? What will you do to be granted use of a camera, microphone, and laminated access pass that no other porno superfan would even consider, let alone commit to? Now, all you up-and-coming Dave Attells and Lisa Lampinellis of the world, get shootin’!