LUPE FUENTES’ VITAL FACTS:
HOMETOWN: Madrid, Spain
AGE: 22
BIRTH SIGN: Aquarius
HEIGHT: 4-11
WEIGHT: 95

PHOTOGRAPHY BY T. RIFTER FOR SUZE RANDALL PHOTOGRAPHY for HUSTLER Magazine May 2010

Lupe Fuentes, who was born in Colombia and raised in Spain, is a rare find in the adultentertainment business: a perfect combination of beauty, brains and a body for sin. No wonder XXX superstar Tera Patrick signed Lupe to an exclusive contract as a Teravision girl. At the start of what promises to be a huge career, we caught up with the pocketsized Latina—she’s a wee 4-foot-11—to ask her a dozen questions.

12 QUESTIONS FOR A PORN STAR

How did you come up with your porn name?
It’s my real name! (Laughs.) No, it was a nickname some old friends gave me when I was a teenager. I’m tiny, so they called me Little Lupe.

Why get into porn?
Why not? Every girl should try it. Free sex. Free money! Nice work if you can get it.

Tell us about your first time with a guy.
It was fast, furious and hurt a lot. The second time was much better. And the third. And the fourth….

Are you bi?
Yes, I do like girls as well. Variety is yummy.

First time with a girl?
I was very nervous, drunk and clumsy. All I remember is she tasted like honey vanilla ice cream.

Favorite music?
I love hip-hop, dance and salsa— music that moves me.

Favorite food?
Chili rellenos and anything Spanish and spicy.

Favorite position?
That’s easy: doggy-style.

Favorite movie?
Anything directed by Pedro Almodóvar.

Anal: yes or no?
An option depending on the man and the circumstances.

How is sex at home different from on film?
It’s slower and quieter, but just as hot.

Plans for the future?
Tera Patrick has really given me such a great opportunity to do anything and everything. I hope to build a career half as successful as hers, then retire to a little beach shack someplace warm.

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BRIANA BLAIR’S VITAL FACTS:
HOMETOWN: Dallas, Georgia
AGE: 22
BIRTH SIGN: Aquarius
HEIGHT: 5-3
WEIGHT: 110

PHOTOGRAPHY BY MARK LIT for HUSTLER Magazine June 2010

GIMME AN F!

Meet former Atlanta Hawks cheerleader-turned-porn star Briana Blair. You read right. This stunner, who used to shake her pom-poms for the NBA team, now gets down and dirty on film. “I was longing for a change of pace,” recalls Briana, who also was a hockey cheerleader (donning ice skates) with the NHL’s Atlanta Thrashers. “A new adventure. I think trying new things keeps life interesting. I decided it was time for me to give up cheering and do something wild. That’s why I chose porn. I thought being seen by screaming fans in sold-out arenas was exhilarating. That was nothing compared to my first sex scene. That really got my adrenaline pumping.”

Did the cheerleader ever “cheer up” players on the side? “I’m not one to kiss and tell,” Briana acknowledges. “BUT! Of course I had some fun with the players while I was there. How could I not? Athletes really do it for me. They’re so manly. Jocks may not always have a lot going on upstairs, but in the pants they’re well equipped. I need a man to be a man. Hard, rugged and able to take control. No metrosexual sissy boys for me.”

We couldn’t resist asking Briana to show off her cheerleading skills one more time: “I’m a little rusty, but okay, let’s do this. (Yelling.) When I say ‘HUSTLER,’ you say ‘Rocks!’ HUSTLER!”
“Rocks!”
“HUSTLER!”
“Rocks!”
“HUSTLER’s the best! Forget about the rest. Go-o-o-o-o HUSTLER!”

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World’s Smartest Porn Star from HUSTLER Magazine – March 2010

HOMETOWN: St. Louis
AGE: 29
BIRTH SIGN: Virgo
HEIGHT: 5-8
WEIGHT: 119

AJ Bailey has it all: beauty, brains and a body that just won’t quit.

Beauty: “You really have to work at being beautiful,” the Vivid contract girl declares. “It’s not something that comes naturally. I think the sexiest people I know are sexy because of the way they carry themselves. Their positive attitude and wit interest me more than anything else.”

“I was definitely a late bloomer. You know, one of those dorky girls who spent all her time in libraries and museums. I didn’t lose my virginity until college. But once I bloomed, I bloomed a lot!”

Brains: “People assume if you are a girl working in porn that you had no other options,” AJ asserts. “They think you must be stupid. I’m obviously not that stereotype. Although I did drop out of high school, I soon realized I’d be going nowhere without an education. I went back and graduated from high school, college and even got a master’s degree in anthropology from St. Andrews University in Scotland.”

“Getting into the adult world was a business choice I made based on what was best for me. So far it has worked out great on several levels.”

Body: “I like dressing up in creative outfits for sex,” Ms. Bailey professes. “Something about that really turns me on. Whether it’s a naughty schoolgirl or dirty cheerleader or this Little Bo Peep outfit I’m wearing for the shoot, dressing up makes sex fun. That’s what it should be. Being in porn is the most amazing and fun thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

PHOTOGRAPHY BY MARK LIT FOR DIGITAL DESIRE

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From HUSTLER MAGAZINE April 2010: KARIS CAINE

KARIS CAINE’s VITAL FACTS:
HOMETOWN: Dallas, Texas
AGE: 21
BIRTH SIGN: Libra
HEIGHT: 5-10
WEIGHT: 121

At the tender age of 21, Karis Caine already knows exactly what she wants out of life: “I want hot sex, fast cars and a big house with a white picket fence to share with a man I can count on and who isn’t jealous when I bring girls home to play with. I want a lot of money and all the latest gizmos and gadgets. I want a private plane and a personal chef who knows how to make a New York pizza. I want to be pampered and treated like a princess most times, except when I’m bad. Then I want to be spanked—hard. I want diamonds and designer clothes and celebrity friends. I want it all, and I want it now! But I guess I’d trade all the above for true love.”

Love, eh? “Yeah,” Karis continues. “Isn’t that really what we all want? Someone we don’t mind spending time with outside the bedroom but who makes us laugh and come. The perfect person to grow old with.”

PHOTOGRAPHY BY JOSE LUIS

Full photoshoot in HUSTLER MAGAZINE, April 2010

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NEVER JUDGE A BOOK, OR A BORDELLO PATRON, BY THE COVER.

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine March 2010

This is the story of one of my really fun parties. Well, actually, all of my parties at the BunnyRanch are fun, but this one really stands out. (Pun intended, my friends.) This older gentleman, whom I’ll call Richard, came in, and he was kind of shy. Once we were back in my room, I told him to relax. Richard looked up at me and asked, “Is it okay if I’m not that big?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Size doesn’t matter at all around here. Let’s just have us some fun, okay?”

Richard smiled, then unzipped his pants and pulled out about the biggest cock I had ever seen. I mean, this thing was massive! Absolutely huge! It turned out he was into hose—and not the garden variety. You know, nylon stockings and pantyhose.

So I got out some of my favorites and started teasing that huge schlong of his. First I lightly dangled a single stocking over the shaft, then held both ends as I buffed his boner like a shoeshine girl.

But Richard wanted things a little rougher than that. Using a hodgepodge of nylons, I tied his arms and feet to the bedposts. Now that he was helpless, I knotted a stocking around his nuts and twisted the rest around the shaft of his cock just under the tip. Then, back and forth, I’d pull the knot tighter and let go for a few seconds.

Sometimes I’d pull the knot so tight and for so long, the helmet would turn a dark purple. Eventually I started teasing Richard’s dick with my swirling tongue. I didn’t realize how excited Richard was until I barely touched him with the tip of my tongue, and his dick just spat out a white rocket of cum that splashed all over my cheek. I looked up and could tell he was trying to hold back, but to no avail.

I loosened the stocking I’d wrapped around his cock, and Richard just exploded. Cum was flying everywhere, and the guy was groaning like he was dying. By the time he was through, my nylons were drenched. I’d never seen a guy shoot so much jizz. Richard must have been dehydrated for a week after that, but he left my room happy and satisfied. And he no longer seemed very shy.

- Cami Parker

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

IT’S NEVER TOO LATE FOR A GUY TO SCORE.

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine February 2010

I had just finished getting ready to retire for the night—my last at Dennis Hof’s World Famous BunnyRanch before a three-week hiatus— when a familiar voice came over the intercom.

It was a fitting end to an extended stay that had been equal parts exhilarating and exhausting. There was the delicious threesome with attractive newlyweds from Texas, the romantic outdate to Lake Tahoe with a middle-aged man celebrating his divorce and the submissive Wall Street broker who wanted nothing more than to satiate me with his talented, relentless tongue.

So when an office assistant informed me that a gentleman had requested my presence in the parlor, I wasn’t sure my legs would stop quaking long enough to take me there. And if they did, what a sight I’d be: a walking snooze button wearing nothing more than a football jersey (thanks to old boyfriends, I have a huge collection), no makeup and a frazzled head of hair. Nonetheless, I slipped my aching feet into the nearest pair of heels, soldiered to the door and stumbled down the hallway.

A good-looking young man was standing at the bar, and when he saw me, a nervous smile pierced his lips. He was anything but deterred by my zombielike state. Rather, he explained, it conjured memories of sleepovers he’d had as a teenager. While playing video games in the den with a friend, his buddy’s older sister would emerge from her bedroom sleepy-eyed, scantily clad and undeniably fuckable, begging them to keep their voices down.

Now an Ivy League graduate who had spent his early 20s getting ahead, the gentleman said he wanted to make up for lost time. Sure, his friend’s flirtatious sister gave him a glorious handjob one day after school, and he advanced as far as third base in college. Any way you look at it, the guy was still a virgin.

An hour or so into his 25th birthday, that changed. First-timers awaken something primal in me, and I felt my inner thighs moisten as I led him by the hand to my spacious suite.

As soon as we stepped inside, I expertly freed the gentleman’s rigid shaft from his slacks. We kissed passionately, eyes locked, and his excited gasps made it clear that foreplay would have to become afterplay. I whirled, arched my back and hastily yanked my football jersey over my head, hearing a soft whimper as my latest virgin inserted his cock and felt a woman’s heavenly clasp for the first time. Five frantic thrusts later the birthday boy blew out his candle, venting a lifetime’s worth of sexual frustration inside me. Touchdown!

Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one who stayed up that night!

- Anna Suvari

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

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WHO NEEDS A DOCTOR WHEN THERE’S A COMPASSIONATE CHICK IN THE HOUSE?

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine January 2010

Alot of gentlemen visit the BunnyRanch for pleasure or for sport, but others come in out of necessity. We certainly cater to the party boys, but we also bend over backward for the guys who really need the services provided here.

I recently had a former construction worker come to see me who’d been in a pretty bad accident and had been confined to a wheelchair for the past two years. I guess being disabled had been pretty rough on him. His wife had left him over it.

This poor gentleman hadn’t had sex since falling off a scaffold and didn’t even know if he could do it or not. So he came back to my room, and I helped him get undressed. Then once I got naked—boy, did his eyes light up—we did it as he sat in his wheelchair: over, under, sideways, down. Of course, he had the wheels locked, so we weren’t rolling all over the room, but you’d be surprised how many positions you can assume in one of those things. I know I was. He was too. But most important, he was really happy.

He didn’t think he’d ever be able to have sex again and was afraid to try to find out if that was really true. When he showed up in the parlor that night, he seemed really depressed. When he left an hour later, he was the happiest man in the world.

It made me feel good to know that I had made this guy feel a lot more confident about himself and a little better about life in general. Fucking a woman might not seem like such a big deal to most people, but those people don’t have to deal with physical adversity. For men unable to have sex, or who just think they can’t, getting laid is a big deal. So coming in here was a big step for that disabled construction worker. It was almost like therapy. Of course, I don’t think his insurance company would see it that way.

- Max

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

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SATISFYING A CUSTOMER ISN’T ALWAYS A SNAP.

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine Holiday 2009

I’ve got a good story for you. I honestly don’t know what motivates some of these guys who visit the BunnyRanch.

I had this one gentleman come in for a party. I’ll call him Mr. X—since he was into extreme sex—and his thing was wanting to masturbate while I shoved something into his stomach.

I had a dildo, but as I quickly found out, that wasn’t good enough for Mr. X. I had to find a substitute. What the heck am I going to use? I wondered.

Then a little light went off in my head. I rushed off to the storeroom and got a mop. Back in my room, I used the handle to start jabbing Mr. X in the stomach while he lay on the floor and jerked himself off.

Mr. X kept asking me to poke him harder and harder. I didn’t want to hurt him, but since he seemed to have no threshold when it came to pain, I was really laying into the guy. I could see he was really getting excited, but he wasn’t getting off either.

All of a sudden, because I was jabbing him so hard, the mop handle broke. There I am with a piece of wood in my hand and a naked guy on the floor with his dick in his hand. What am I going to do now?! I thought. Then I had another idea. I headed back to the storeroom and grabbed a broom. It had a stronger handle.

I returned to Mr. X and started all over again. I was jabbing him in the stomach, and he was loving it. And then the broom handle broke!

I just figured, Fuck it! So I went and found an aluminum baseball bat. I started poking him over and over, just really leaning on the thing as hard as I could—right into his fat gut, just as hard as I could while he just kept wanking his cock.

However, no matter how hard I jabbed him, he wouldn’t come. I started to get mad. It was turning into a lot of work. I finally had enough of his bullshit, so I just leg-dropped him—full force, my knee right into his stomach. As soon as I did that, Mr. X grunted and came like a tidal wave. I couldn’t believe it. I knocked the wind right out of the poor guy, but he blew his load at the same time. He was lying there on the floor, gasping for air and totally drained, but he got what he’d paid for.

I was afraid that I might have really injured him, but Mr. X said he was okay. After catching his breath, he cleaned up and went home. Some guys just like it rough, I guess.

- Brooklyn Star

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

A SEX TOY WITH TREADS?!

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine December 2009

I don’t know if this can exactly be considered a “BunnyRanch Tail” because it doesn’t involve a client at all. It involves one of my own athletic shoes—a Reebok, to be exact.

So how did it all it happen? Innocent enough, I guess. After I had stepped out of the shower one evening, I began looking for a pair of “sexy” shoes in the back of my closet. Still naked as a jaybird, I reached back, and all of a sudden I felt something slip into my pussy. It was one of my Reeboks. You know how the back part of the heel sort of has a grip on it? That part. And when that slipped in, it made the front part of the shoe pop up and smack my clit.

At first it caught me by surprise, and I sort of jumped back. And then I did it again. Just out of curiosity, you know. I started feeling kind of turned on, and after a few repeats I started feeling really turned on. Before I knew it, there I was on the floor of my closet, in my birthday suit, riding on one of my brand-new Reeboks and just fucking the hell out of the thing.

You should have heard the noises I was making. That shoe was better than any vibrator that I’ve ever used, and let me tell you, I’ve tried ’em all. I went at it so long and so hard that when I was done pleasuring myself, the logo was worn off. No kidding! Brand-new pair too. I don’t use those shoes for anything else but sex now. I mean, who would?

- Mika Tan

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

“PLEASE TAKE MY WIFE!”

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine August 2009

About two weeks ago a young married couple came in and headed straight to the bar. We started talking, and it turned out that the woman (whom I’ll call Katey) wanted to try sex with another girl.

Partying with two girls is a pretty common fantasy for a man with a wife or girlfriend, but what usually happens is he’ll leave her at home and just come here and have some fun. Or maybe he’ll talk his lady into coming to the Ranch to party with a girl and later join in. Maybe he’ll just watch, getting himself off in the corner or whatever. But it’s not too common for a couple to come in, and only the girl wants to party.Well, that’s what this couple had in mind, and that was fine with me.

So I took Katey back to my room, and we both undressed. I was getting wet just looking at her. She had the most amazing, absolutely perfect body. Natural breasts. Really healthy. Just a beautiful, beautiful girl. Katey looked like she stepped right out of a fashion magazine or something. A really cute personality too.

I grabbed a bottle of massage oil and started massaging every inch of her awesome body. I did it really slowly. Katey’s skin was as smooth as silk. From head to toe, everything about her was an incredible turn-on. I was using my hands, my tongue, my fingertips, my nipples, my clit, every part of my body to rub her down.

I was paying special attention to her feet. Katey had the most beautiful toes I had ever seen. They were absolutely adorable. That took up about 30 minutes of the session right there. The two of us were totally worked up, so we started getting more into things.

I went down on the doll for a while after that, licking everywhere. Katey really seemed to enjoy that. She was trimmed real carefully. You could tell she took care of herself down there, and she was really clean. My tongue did little circles all around her lips and her clit, and I even licked around her asshole. She jerked around a little when I did that, like she was nervous, but I could tell she was digging it.

I grabbed the back of Katey’s knees, spread her legs as wide as I could and dove in. She was wiggling around and shoving herself up at my tongue, trying to get as much of it into her as she could. She was so wet that her juices were just dripping down and slicking up my face. But I was afraid that Katey might not be able to get off just from tongue-fucking her ass. It was important to me that she came, so I got out a vibrator. I started gliding it in and out of her pussy and rubbing it on her clit while I kept tonguing her asshole. She sure responded well to that.

Just when I thought Katey was going to come, she stopped me. “Can we try that?” she asked, pointing at the double dildo on my nightstand. I got the thing and lubed it up.

Just as I started sliding it into her pussy, she said, “No, not like that.” She lifted herself a little higher, and I slipped the dildo into her asshole and then into mine. So there we were, linked up ass-to-ass, and we started grinding against each other. I reached down and started rubbing her pussy, and she did the same to me. Man, we just went crazy on each other. I thought the bed was going to break. We both came all over each other. Katey and I collapsed when we finished and lay there for while.

When we returned to the bar, her husband was still sitting there. I know we had a lot more fun than he did—a lot more fun. I just wonder if Katey told him how wild our party got.

- Veronica Vavoon

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year.
Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become
internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.