How I Became a Porn Star...(Revised)
Copyright© 2024 by Zak
Chapter 42
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 42 - To this day, I will never know why she chose me. I was sitting in my local pub in my hometown when she came over and sat opposite me. It was 1980, and what she said next changed the rest of my life forever.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual True Story Workplace Black Female White Male White Female Indian Female Analingus Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Spitting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Prostitution Violence
Although we had had some fun, we both knew we had a film to make.
We cycled through some other positions; she rode me, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl, then I fucked her with her knees over my shoulders, and we both faked a couple of orgasms for the camera. Fake, they may have been, but in the edited film, they looked bloody real!
We kept up a good bit of dialogue—plenty of nephew and Aunty chat, plenty of moans and groans.
Then, we saw Mandy making hand signals. It was the signal to wrap things up. I slid my cock out of Jo’s pussy and rolled her onto her front. She took the hint and got onto her hands and knees.
I shuffled into position and rubbed my cock up and down the crease of her pussy a few times before I slid my throbbing cock straight into her tunnel of love!
Jo let out a nice gasp of satisfaction as my cock bottomed out into her, and my balls bounced off her.
What Jo had said came back to me; she had told me she loved a good, hard pounding.
So I put my hands on her fleshy hips, and I started to give her all I had, hammering my cock onto her still very wet but very tight little pussy. We had agreed that doggy style would be the final position and that I would cum all over her arse; it would make for a great money shot and a great end to the movie. It was also both mine and Jo’s favourite position.
In and out, I jackhammered my cock, in and out of her twat deeper and more complex.
Andy and Carl were moving around to get into the best position. They constantly worked hard to capture the best shots and angles. They were masters of their art—true legends of the business.
I drove deep into and held my tool there for a few seconds before pulling all the way out and holding my cock on her lust-thickened labia and then driving it deep into her tunnel of love. I did this a few times ... I would tell anyone it was for the camera, but truth be told, I just loved the feeling of entering a lady!
I loved the feeling as my cock entered a pussy. Still, do...
Each time I drove my cock into her, Jo let out a deep groan. I love the feeling of entering a nice tight pussy. The feeling of my cock parting her love lips and driving into her...
“Mmmm, Oh, I love that ... I love that so much!” Jo purred as I slowly fucked her tight, wet pussy.
After a dozen slow strokes, my needs took over from the needs of the cameras, and I started to increase the pace and the intensity; the noise of flesh slapping off flesh filled my ears. I could hear Jo moaning and groaning. I added some grunts and groans of my own.
In and out, I thrust my dick ... in and out of Jo’s tight, wet pussy. It felt so good.
“Oh, fuck that’s so good, So bloody good!” Jo groaned as I fucked her, hammering my cock into her.
“You have such a tight pussy Aunty Jo,” I growled as I pounded away at her.
Watching her bum cheeks was like watching waves hit the beach. They shook, and they shimmered as I drove my cock in and out of her tight tunnel of love. I do love a big fleshy bum when I am fucking a bird from behind.
“Your cock feels so big in my tight pussy!” Jo growled.
I was giving all I had; I was jackhammering my throbbing cock into her.
“Give it to me hard and fast, fuck your favourite aunt like a cheap whore!” she roared. As if her young nephew would know what a cheap whore was like, and I certainly didn’t, but it sounded good on the edit.
“Oh Yes, Aunty Jo, fuck yes ... That feels so good, so fucking good,” I growled.
“Fuck me, Zak, fuck me hard!” she yelled.
And I did ... I gave her all I had, jackhammering my big hard cock into her. The noise of us fucking was so erotic. I lifted one leg, so I was kneeling on my left leg but resting my weight on my right foot. It gave me a different angle of attack, I felt my balls bouncing off her, and I knew that Carl would be getting great footage of my cock as I drove it deeper and harder, harder and deeper.
The change of angle must have agreed with Jo as she was groaning louder and louder.
I glanced down at Carl; he had his camera’s lens close to the action and a smile on his face that was rather off-putting.
I watched that shot when Sally was editing the film, and it soon became a position that was used in every film we did. The view of my balls, my cock and her cunt were bloody amazing. If you watched any modern films, you would see the same position. I am not sure if I invented it, but it had not been seen before in any porn films.
I was giving Jo all I had, hammering my dick into her pussy as hard as I could.
“Oh, fuck me, that feels good, you are filling my pussy with your big cock, and I love it!” she screamed.
I increased the pace, hammering my dick deeper and harder into her love tunnel. My hands were gripping her hips. I saw Andy moving around; he was filming her big tits as they swayed back and forth as my hips slammed into her.
And what a great pair she had...
I dropped back to both knees and gave her all I had; dropping to both knees also changed the angle of my attack. I left my left hand on her hip and reached around and groped one of her enormous titties.
She had a hefty pair of tits, and her nipples were like wine bottle corks. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and she let out a series of moans and groans. Reaching around her broke my rhythm, so after five minutes of stroking her tits, I returned my hand to her hips and started to really hammer my dick into her twat.
It must have worked for Jo as she was soon howling, and the feeling of her pussy milking my cock told me she was ready. She was being very vocal as well, with plenty of moans and groans, and I couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not. I hoped not, but hey, I was getting my rocks off and getting paid well to do it, so at the end of the day, what did it matter to me?
“Oh my God, Aunty Jo, this is amazing!” I moaned as I fucked her faster and faster.
“I am so close, so close ... you have a great cock, young man,” Jo yelled.
I gave her six more fast, hard, and deep strokes of my cock, and it tipped her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her high and hard.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Yessssssssssssss, Yessssssssssss, fuck me Yessssssssssss!” she cried as her climax washed over her. Her body was shuddering and shaking as I worked my cock in and out of her tight, wet tunnel of love.
“Oh, Zak. I haven’t cum that hard in so long!” she groaned, “It feels so good, so fucking good!”
I kept driving my cock into her. Then she slipped onto her front and left me kneeling over her. Her pussy was covered in a frothy white covering of churned-up pussy juice.
I dropped back to my knees and straddled her thighs. I used one hand to open her big bum cheeks wide and took my cock in my right hand, and started to wank my cock, its tip resting on her little chocolate starfish.
I noticed Andy Zooming in on her arsehole as I wanked my cock over it.
“Oh, you dirty boy, you dirty, dirty boy, I fucking love it!” she giggled as I wanked into her arsehole.
Carl must have felt he was missing out as I soon saw that both of the cameras were filming close-ups of my hand and cock. I tried to wank slowly, but I was feeling as excited as Jo was, and my hand was soon a blur as I knew I was about to explode and unload my baby batter all over her gorgeous arsehole.
“OH yes, Aunty Jo, I am cumming,” I purred.
“Cum on my arse!” she sighed, “I want to feel your seed dribbling down my arse.”
I tried to slow the action down, but my body ignored my head.
Another dozen strokes took me over the edge. I felt my balls tingling and that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. And then, with a grunt, I unloaded my balls all over her cute little arsehole. I unleashed five or six strings of my baby maker all over her bum; some landed on her arsehole, some on her buttocks.
“Yes, fuck me, Aunty Jo, Yes,” I growled.
“Oh yes, I can feel it ... you are such a good boy.” She replied, her voice full of passion.
I reached down and massaged my cum into her bum hole...
“Oh, wow, you are a dirty little fucker,” Jo hissed. I got the feeling she was talking to me; it was not part of the film if you get my gist.
“Cut,” Mandy said.
I rocked back in my heels and took some deep breaths; it had been a frantic and energetic fuck, a frantic session. Jo just lay face first, her hair splayed out over the bed and her hands clawing at the bed sheets. Her back was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her arse glinted with pearls of my seed. I could feel the sweat running off my forehead and into my eyes. At the same time, I felt it dribbling down my back.
I heard the noise of the cameras as they wound down, then the clicking as they started to cool.
I stood up; I had cramps in my legs and a mouth as dry as a camel jockey sandal. Oh, dear, the things we porn stars have to put up with for our art.
Toni gave me a wet cloth and towel for my hands and my face.
Mandy was on the set within seconds; she had bottles of cold water for Jo and me. Toni gave us a robe each. I drank the water in one go and glanced around. Andy and Carl were heading off for a fag. There was still no sign of Troy. I was still not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
In my head, I was hoping he had just fucked off; Toni could do so much better than him.
“Great action and great dialogue, guys; we will take an hour to rest up and eat,” Mandy said, “But only an hour; we have another film to get sorted!”
“Sounds good to me,” Jo said and took a long sip of the water, “Thanks Zak, that was a bloody great shag!”
“I told you he was a good fuck, didn’t I?” Mandy grinned.
“Yes, and you are one lucky bitch, having him in your bed every night!” Jo giggled and headed off to the dressing room.
“I will go and sort out some food and drinks,” Toni said and walked off toward the dressing room.
“Time for a shower,” I said, “So, was the film really okay?”
“Yes, my love, it was great, but do me a favour?” Mandy said with a glint in her eye.
“Yes, sure, what’s that?” I asked.
“When we get home, let’s go away for a week or two and enjoy each other,” she said with a wink.
I kissed her, and she kissed me back. The idea of two weeks of fun and games with Mandy was very appealing.
“That sounds good to me”, I replied and headed off to shower off the sweat and the sex that clung to me.
I set the water temperature and stepped under the flow. I shampooed my hair, washed it out, and then used the bar of soap to wash away the sheen of sweat and sex that coated my body. Then I stood under the flow of lukewarm water and let it wash over me for a good ten minutes, enjoying the cool water and the rest!
I heard the dressing room door open, and Mandy walked into the room; she sat on one of the chairs. She had two cups of Tea; one she put on a chair, and the other she sipped from.
“Hey, you,” she said. It was obvious she was not happy.
“Hey you, what’s up?” I replied.
“Oh, where do I start?” she said, “Toni is worried about Troy, and I just spoke to Sally, and she is not having any luck. The bank will not help her, Colin is an arsehole, and she is worried that when we get back, she is going to have to tell us all that we are out of a job.”
“Well, surely having all these films in the can will help?” I asked.
“No, not really; we have to edit them, get the artwork and packaging sorted and then get them distributed and that all costs money, and that’s money we don’t have,” she said.
Another wave of sadness washed over her face, “and so far, Sally has not been able to find anyone who will invest in the studio!”
“Well, a hundred and fifty grand is a lot of money to find,” I said as I stepped out of the shower.
Mandy did not hide the fact that she was looking at my cock...
“It is; I think I can get my hands on twenty-five grand, but it’s a drop in the ocean”, she sighed. Then she stood up and reached out to stroke my cock. She kissed me hard on the mouth. I was tempted to give her a good seeing, too, bent over the chair, but she must have sensed my intentions, and she pushed me away.
“Later, you need to save all you have for the films!” She said and kissed me.
We heard Toni shouting out that the food had arrived, and we broke the kiss.
Mandy smiled at me, and I returned the smile. We both knew the smiles were false.
“We need to keep the studio going; it is all we have; it is our life,” she said, and I could see tears in her eyes. To be fair, I had wondered how one goes about letting other studios know you are available. Even as I thought about it, I felt a stab in my heart, and I knew that I should not be having thoughts about what I would do if the studio closed.
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