Bad end: A pornstar is [B]orn

Sat in a backroom of the studio on a lounger, your eyes flicked through the script of your next porn shoot. It was another gangbang one. Thank god, you think. You had been a porn star on this island for three years now, and by now your holes were so loose and used that gangbangs were the only thing that made you feel anything. You hoped this would be enough. Your ratings had been slipping the past few weeks.

It seemed the audience wanted younger, tighter pussy these days. It offended you greatly. Who cares how loose your pussy was? It's not like your viewers were the ones fucking you. Regardless, you didn't mind being driven into more adventurous and degrading shoots in an attempt to cling to popularity just a few videos longer.

There had been mentions of exhibitionism and hardcore BDSM, the prospect of both exciting you greatly. For now, however, another good gangbang would be enough to sate your desires.

"Ashley, we're ready," Mr. Demille announced, entering the room only to say thus and apruptly leave again, his eyes on his phone the entire time.

"Coming, sir," you coo, putting down the script and standing up. Before you left, you found youself squatting a moment to remove a vibrating buttplug you usually have inside you when you're not shooting.

As you made your way to the set, you were already beginning to undress yourself, your absurdly large fake breasts on full display. Next came your skirt, revealing your lazered and tattooed snatch. It was already salivating in anticipation, as was your mouth as you looked out onto the set, where seven well endowed men waited.

"Alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up," you say upon your approach.

Your hands reached out as you walked into the crowd, jerking off two of the dicks as you offered your mouth to the closest man, your tongues dancing sloppily with each other. The crowd consumed you, and you soon found a myriad of throbbing erections rubbing against your body.

The smell of sex was intoxicating to you, and you swiftly sunk to your knees, your head level with each of the shaved cocks.

This was heaven you thought, as two of the dicks **** their way into your mouth. You were well used to taking them, and didn't even gag. Your eyes looked upwards, gazing up at the men as they looked down at you. You liked being looked down at.

Eventually they took full autonomy of the situation, resting you on top of one of them on the bed while on your back so as many of them could have access to you as possible. The man on the bed took your asshole, another took your cunt, soon joined by another knowing your loose snatch could take two at once. The same went for your mouth, as two more men **** their way inside. The two that remained were occupied with your hands, though every man got their turn at every one of your holes before the day was done.

This

Was

Your

Life

Now

This was your life, and you couldnt be happier. You were born to take cocks as a porn slut for the rest of your life. Nothing else mattered to you anymore. And your eagerness would never relent.