Cheyenne Hunter: the loneliness of the long-distance biker MILF


When one is a MILF, or cast in a MILF movie, it can be assumed that one has lived more and experienced more than many.

MILF movies are how the adult community rewards the wise.

I talked with Cheyenne Hunter and her partner Antonio Benderass on the set of Frank Castle’s Trophy Wives 2 for the fledgling company SLLABWurks.

We were sitting in the bar of a Woodland Hills house that, as I walked up the driveway, made me think: “swingers.”

Indeed the house had all sorts of swinger-friendly amenities and is often used in that community’s arcane and blasphemous rites. I walked across the low-pile carpeting and sat for several inches on a comfortably deflating barstool.

This is the noise it made as I sat down:

Tssssssssssssssssss fffffffffffffffff (OOT).

Whenever I’d readjust my massive frame, the stool responded thusly:

Tssssssssssssssssss fffffffffffffffff (oot).

Upstairs, three men were going to work on Chelsea Zinn. It was the sweatiest scene I had ever witnessed, and was very convivial (related article: fleshbot). Downstairs, Hunter was getting her makeup done and I talked with Benderass at the bar.

Hunter’s role in this movie was to be fucked by three guys on or around a pool table. Her motivation, director Castle said, was that she “always wanted to learn pool”. Originally, Hunter was to play the part being interpreted by Zinn upstairs, that of a real estate agent in the right place with the right three guys, but it was not to be.


Hunter grew up in Salem, NH by Rockingham Park. She now owns property in Laconia, NH, home of the infamous Bike Week (like a Laughlin River Run with fewer stabbings).

“I ride a little Fat Boy,” she said.

I, of course, reminded her that:

I was coming back from a motorcycle classic in Sturgis, South Dakota, on my motorcycle on U.S. Highway 14. Just outside Spotted Horse, I ran into a deer. I had no chance. Even though the highway people had mowed the sides, they couldn’t mow around the culverts, and the doe jumped right in front of the bike. I had a chance to say one word, “Fuck!”, and then I hit it. I know this: If a bullet has my name on it, I won’t be calling for my mother. But the only reason I’m alive and telling this story, is because of the big FL front end and that solid tire on my Fat Boy.

Hunter has been a spokesmodel for Arctic Cat and, when time permits, also likes to go grass dragging, which is riding a snowmobile over wet grass. She has snowmobiled through New Hampshire and Canada. She has also been a Budweiser Girl.

“Did you work with the Clydesdales?” I asked.

“Yeah. But it’s weird: the companies that you do promotions for just want you to be sexy in a swimsuit, but they don’t want you to be too sexy.”

“So they want the porn star/stripper but you’d better not act like one?”

“Yes.”

Hunter has a perfect La Toya Jackson nose and a body that would restore the Old Man in the Mountain to his original firmness.

I asked Benderass what their life was like.

“We’re out here for three or four months,” he said, then he deatiled a year that involved strip club dates up and down the east coast and in South Dakota “for two overlapping hunting seasons – deer and duck”, dropping off non-essential items at their house near Nashville, going to Laconia for a couple of weeks to do taxes (“it’s not a vacation,” he said), and winding up back in the west for the AVN convention in January.

“So you live out of suitcases?”

“Yeah. And we drive everywhere.” He pointed to their truck, filled with stripper gear, and told me how much it would cost to get all that stuff on a plane.
Benderass would be one of the three guys working with Hunter in the billiard scene, along with Johnnie Cobalt and Todd Driller. I asked Benderass if there were ever jealousy issues.

“Yeah, but we’ve been together about six years, on and off. And I just started working in scenes last year. I thought, ‘If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em’, andf it has really helped us bond more.”

I don’t know if I could do that, but mostly because I’d be scared my partner would ask me to move to Nashua.

There are porn girls who are all natural and who make innocents like Paul A. Johnson quiver with a puppy-like spooning urge. Then there are women like Hunter and Carmen Luvana who are machine-toned and built Ford tough, honed by years of pole dancing to be perfect sex engines.
Hunter struck a couple of poses on the pool table and then proceeded to curl herself in a ball and then stand on her hands. In the room, people gasped. Some merely ate doughnuts. She was a pro.

I tried to imagine that kind of life on the road.

“You can buy a brand new house outside of Nashville for $147,000,” Benderass said. “2000 square feet, jacuzzi, wraparound deck. Two-car garage with 900 square feet of space above it. What could you get out here for that money?”

“Meth lab,” someone said.

“Really good blowjob,” someone said.

Trophy Wives 1-3 are spec movies and will be available soon.

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Previously: Tera runs with motorcycle gang; The New Neighbors
See also: SLLABWurks

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