Sabrina’s Deep-Thinking Big Top Gang Bang

Sabrina Deep  has been on my mind recently for a few reasons. First, as Porn Valley is heating up, I’m reminded of the hottest (temperature-wise) porn set I’ve ever attended, which was her Big Top Fan Bang a decade ago. Then (as a lot of us have been doing when we see pictures of Mass Gatherings from Not Too Long Ago), I think of that time when 40-odd sweaty dudes lined up, maskless, on a floor covered with sawdust, hay bales, and the only fluffers I have ever seen, to arc their essences into Deep’s pale, leonine form.

(originally published September 27, 2010)

A gang bang is a time of intense personal reflection, so I concentrated on my breathing this weekend when I entered Metro Studios for Sabrina Deep’s FanBang, in which 40 guys of many shapes and sizes converged on the long white form of the cosmopolitan Sabrina Deep in the hundred-degree Porn Valley heat.

Specifically, I breathed through my mouth.

“If it were up to me,” Deep told me, “I’d just have them come one after the other. But this is a big production, and these people are very organized.”

Deep, who began getting massively multiply serviced (the United Nations term) in 2007, normally stages her gangbangs in a more grassroots fashion, but for this event, produced by Metro with a huge crew of porn veterans, a huge set, and even fluffers, Deep had to concede to some compromises.

“First of all, I had no idea they’d decorate it like a circus,” she said. Indeed, Deep’s unassuming brown-sheeted bed was in the center ring of a circus set that looked like it had come from “Wings of Desire” had the angels dropped loads when they were through. “I mean, look at all this sawdust.”

I saw Deep twice; once the day before the gangbang, when she saw the set for the first time, and then the day of the gangbang, where director Beth Anne shepherded a crew including videographers Barry Wood and Nate Liquor as well as a security detail, several dozen Sabrina Deep website fans (in addition to porn ringers like Seth Dickens and Chad Diamond), aerialists, a fire-breathing little person, and a two-girl fluffer station.

The idea was that a small group of guys would come in and two or three would take positions at various entrances to Sabrina Deep (“I have three holes open for business,” she told me, which I thought was conservative until I remembered she was a human being and not a Japanese cartoon) while two more would be prepared for action by the fluffer squad of Trinity and Sasha Knox.

It was Trinity’s first day in porn ever, What an eye-opener it must have been.

But Sasha Knox is a porn veteran. I first met her on the set of an intense “Cousin Stevie’s Pussy Party” in 2006, which was her last day in porn following a trip to London in which she competed in the first “My Bare Lady.”

“Then I took a hiatus,” Knox told me, “and I worked, among other places, in an office. I hated it.”

So Knox returned to porn last summer, and she was the best fluffer I’ve ever seen. She treated each cock, and the dude attached to it, like a pleasant adventure.

But I wondered if, as a goal-oriented person, Knox felt incomplete just preparing gangbangers for another woman.

“Well, there’s a point where the penis gets strangely hard and the balls go up,” Knox said, “and at that point I just back off. It’s Sabrina’s job today to get the come.”

Knox is a professional.

And Sabrina Deep is beautiful. Tall and pale with natural breasts and dark hair, she prepared for the gangbang by eating an apple.

“I don’t want to have a lot in my stomach already on a day like this,” she said.

And she wanted to make sure that her 40 new friends also felt their best, digestively.

“They [the production staff] were going to go on a Costco run and pick up all kinds of snacks,” Deep said, “but I had to limit them. I didn’t want the guys to drink anything but water or eat anything but fruit and vegetables.”

Why?

“Because you don’t want to have anything heavy in your system that might kill your erection or make you feel bloated. You need a lot of blood to digest things like bread, meat, and pasta. So I just have little crackers, fruit, and vegetables. And, because this is America, some dip.”

On the day of the gangbang, however, the guys have been waiting outside in the heat for hours. A couple of guys manage to get into Metro’s air-conditioned offices (such as Seth Dickens). There is a single veggie plate, and the men are given water, but the only other food I see is a box of pizza.

Earlier Deep had said, “A lot of the structure [producers] think they’re creating will break down. It is a gangbang. If I had my way I’d just let everybody loose, but then what you’d get, I suppose, is a lot of shots of guy’s asses.”

That is both true and not true. When you see “Sabrina Deep’s Fan Bang,” you will not see a lot of shots of man asses. I, on the other hand, got mostly shots of man-asses. What you see in the gallery is a serious culling of my portfolio from that day.

Deep grew up in New Jersey and Florida but has lived in Canada and England and numerous other countries. She now has an apartment, with her husband and business partner, Fabio, in Florence, Italy. Her accent is mostly Canadian, but she gets mistaken for South African a lot.

“People don’t know what to make of me,” she said.

It’s true. She doesn’t fit the “type” of a typical gangbang girl, either. I asked what the appeal of gangbangery was.

“I started with three guys,” she said, “and I was really scared shitless at first. But when it started happening it became a totally different thing from one-on-one sex. It was so much more intense and physically demanding.”

So why did you even try a gangbang if it scared you?

“I like to try things twice,” she said, “just to make sure. And I liked [getting gangbanged] right off.”

There are certain questions I just don’t ask people because I can guess the answer, such as “Do you like it here?” “Are you on drugs?” and “If you could do anything else and get paid for it, would you do that instead?” It is neither in my best interest nor in my nature to be adversarial. Other questions are much safer, like “What do you eat before a gangbang?”

But I had a question for Deep that I had no clue about, so I asked.

“Is there a common thread among the type of guy who shows up for a gangbang?”

“No!” Deep said. “There’s all different types of — You’re asking if these guys are all alike? I don’t even want to know that. That’s Nazi science.”

Was she calling me a Nazi for wondering this? I tried a more personal approach.

“Sabrina, I think you’re very attractive,” I said, “but I would not in a million years line up to fuck you, or anyone. What makes me different?”

“I can’t answer that question.”

On Gang Bang Day I parked far down the street from where I’d parked the previous afternoon. The quiet street was lined with cars and, next to the questionable church and the scapbook supplies wholesaler, a group of men idled outside the Metro offices. It was 108 degrees.

I introduced myself to a security guard and was let inside. I saw Sabrina immediately; she was dressed in a sexy circus ringleader’s outfit that still looked complicated.

“Oh, that’s coming off pretty soon,” she said.

We watched a short introductory session being filmed concerning aerialists and a fire-eater.

Ginger Lynn, who was serving as hostess of the gangbang, asked the fire-eater if it affected the way his come tasted.

“I don’t know,” he said, and should have added—but didn’t—”do you want to find out?”

It was very hot inside and director Beth Anne asked for the loud air conditioners to be shut off. Men began filing in and took off their clothes, bouncing from sneaker to sneaker as they got themselves ready. I slowly pushed myself back to the wall. I thought it would be awkward to make eye contact, plus—who knows?—my mere presence on the set might have made them ejaculate prematurely. I didn’t want a lawsuit on my hands, or anything else.

On any porn set a male performer has the toughest job; he’s the only one who actually has to produce any physical evidence of enjoying himself. So a common sight in the hurry-up-and-wait lifestyle of a porn set is the male performer standing around, masturbating, ready on a moment’s notice to enter the scene dick first.

This is why—this day excluded—there are far fewer working male performers. That’s a lot of pressure.

But to stand in a room in which a dozen guys at a time might be lazily masturbating reminds me of Catholic school is one of those images of Los Angeles that will never leave my mind.

Gangbangs are fraught affairs in which the testosterone is literally filling the air. There are fights at gangbangs, anger, despair—all the things you’d imagine when a woman determines to share her affection equally.

But Sabrina Deep’s gangbang went off without a hitch, and I think it was due to the mellowing effects of both the sawdust and a lesbian in charge.

I am not telling tales out of school when I inform you that Beth Anne, the efficient director, is a lesbian. She announced it to the group several times, each time for a good reason, such as when she demanded more focus from the gangbang squad.

“I said hard,” she said, checking some guy’s twigs and berries. “That don’t look hard. I’m a lesbian and even I can tell.”

Had this been a gangbang at JM Productions, the flaccid man would have promptly suited up and burned the building down with everyone in it. Instead, he let little Trinity get him hard, just like that.

After Seth Dickens dropped First Load at around 2 p.m., things began moving quickly. Like a well-oiled machine, if you will. By 3:45 the first group has gone through a Deep end and the brown sheets are replaced with a different set of brown sheets.

I asked Sabrina how she feels during her break.

“I don’t want to be waiting around for another hour,” she said. “I want the next 20.”

But I don’t stay for the next 20. I am very happy to see that Deep is just fine. Out in the parking lot it is still hot as balls, and I see Chad Diamond, whom you last saw in these pages as “Glee XXX”‘s Mr. Shu.

“What kind of mindset does a guy have to have in order to participate in a gangbang?” I said.

“Oh, I’m just having fun out there,” he said. “You get in there with a bunch of other guys, you’re all there for the same reason, you’re having fun.”

As if on cue, another guy named Jesse, equally amiable, shows up.

“We go out to these parties,” Jesse said, “and we’re the nice guys. And the panties just drop. That’s the way you do it.”

According to these guys, the common thread among gangbang dudes is that they are nice.

So maybe Deep is right. I am a Nazi for thinking that the men who satisfy her need for numbers all have something in common.

But I think it is Deep herself who is the common thread, and if it had been various other porn chicks on that brown mattress, things would have happened differently.

The end justifies the peens.

Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Sabrina Deep’s intelligent design; “Glee” porn parody both is and ain’t; If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of Anjanette Astoria
See also: Sabrina Deep, Metro