On to Friday, become Porn Star!

You took a very long shower last night before going to bed, your sleep filled with dreams of hard cocks and fountains of cum. Your sleep is therefore restless and you wake up early, take another shower – you're definitely sweaty from the night of tossing and turning, take a good, hearty breakfast – you have the feeling you’ll need your strength.

You obviously don't bother to wear much, you're sure you’ll lose it soon, and also you try to make a good impression - you're well aware your female body is above average in every day life, but you’re sure the average is different in your new line of work.

Your hands shake a little as you drink your coffee and you blame it on the small voice of Alexander in the back of your head. Within five days you went from being a man who was – without any real reasons, you have to admit to yourself no – proud of his masculinity to a woman, proudly selling her body. But it’s a good body, your pride in your femininity a LOT more justified than Alexander's was. And denying you enjoy sex a LOT more now that you're female would be plain silly.

When the bell rings, you jump, almost spilling your coffee, but you take deep breath and open the door.

The black man who hired you yesterday smiles a big smile of pearly whites that grows broader as he sees your outfit.

“Good morning”, you welcome him, a little shyly. For which you hate yourself. You’re a strong woman who made self determined choice. Just because you enjoyed being fucked by the man yesterday I no reason get all mushy and girly over him.

“A good morning it is.”

His eyes wander up and down your body.

“I assume you're ready?”

You nod and grab your purse to follow him, you feel dwarfed walking next to him, he’s a head taller and probably 40 kilos heavier than you, and you know you'd have felt intimated like little rabbit when you were man. Deep inside you knew you were nowhere near to being the Alpha male you liked to imagine yourself as, and even though you were a little bigger and heavier as a man, you would have know to be in a subservient position next to this Hunk.

Now as a woman, even tinier and technically more ****, threatened is the last thing you feel. Timid, yeah, but out of anticipation, not of fear. You feel this huge man would protect you when it comes to it, not harm you, give you what you need, no matter if you even know you need it and not take anything from you, material or in terms of confidence. You get in on the passenger seat of a huge SUV with the letters EBZ on the door and he takes a pad when he sits in his seat and hands it to you.

“Here's your contract, read it on the way to the set and sign it with a thumbprint on the sensor!”

“Is that valid?”

"Checked and double checked by our lawyers. We're an eco friendly smut provider, we don’t use paper any more."

You nod. Nice to work with a responsible employer.

“Have you decided on a pseudonym yet!”

“Gypsy.”

You look up at nothing. Don't know whether that came from. Must have built up in your subconsciousness all night. Yeah, Makes sense. You DO owe all of this to the old woman.

He nods.

“The contract is in your real name of course, but from now on for all you meet, Gypsy it is.”

You read the contract carefully on the road. You don’t understand everything and kinda skim the parts you don't, but most of it makes sense and you assume it’s a standard contract. Your agent assured you your new production company is trustworthy and among the best and fairest employers in the business. You press your thumb on the sensor and the pad blinks green. Shortly wondering it your fingerprints have changed by the cruse and whether, when… if… when… you turn back into a man this whole thing will disappear or they have just miraculously hired a male scrawny nerd. You chuckle.

“Glad you’re in a good mood. Welcome to ‘Ebonized.’”

You swallow. Hearing the name spoken out loud remind you of the type of movie they make. You were not a particular fan of that genre as a man.

Just not your thing, you used to tell yourself.

Pitifully low self esteem - justified when it came to the size of your cock, even though you wouldn't have admitted it - prevented you from comparing yourself with men better endowed, your new female self can admit without any inhibition to reveal your old male self's weakness.

As you get out you find yourself in front of quite a big hall, with the company ‘s logo – a stylized black panther crouching over a stylized white bunny. You gulp - you had to look up the term he used for you yesterday, not having been a fan of the genre and you understand the Panther & Snowbunny symbolism perfectly well, now.

He leads you to a changing room.

“We're just shooting one scene today, a solo scene.”

“Masturbation?”

You're surprised and he chuckles.

“No, we don’t do THAT kind of solo, obviously, shooting without a partner kind goes against the genre we work in, right?"

You nod sheepishly and feel silly.

“Solo here means just one woman. The number of your partners… Varies.”

He winks.

“Get dressed. The set's behind that door.”

He walks though it, leaving you alone. You put your purse in a locker, undress and put on the costume he prepared. Cheerleader Uniform.

You hum. Bit stereotypical but to your surprise, it looks like an actual cheerleader uniform not one of those sexy Halloween costumes. The skirt is short, as they are of course, but there's a pair of white cotton panties to put on under it that are pretty conservative and the top, while baring your midriff covers your tits fully and even most of your arms. And the shoes are actual Sneakers, nothing sexy, high heeled. You could walk through a school and be taken for an actual cheerleader. Well. A 20-something cheerleader with a pornstar body. The curse did not turn you into a schoolgirl, thank goodness.

You're under no illusion that you'll wear this for long, but it feels surprisingly authentic. Almost makes you feel like a real actress. You giggle. Look at yourself in the mirror. The uniform is white with pink stripes on the arms, the hem of your skirt and across your chest emphasizing your tightly wrapped tits. A rabbit head on the left side of your chest. No. A Snowbunny. You blush.

You walk through the metal door and onto the set.

Another locker room. You feel a bit surreal, but then look around and this one is fake. The lockers are just wooden doors without locks, but the showers and toilets being over at the far end seem real. A school gym set. OK, you get what the scene is a about.

And in the fake locker room, five black men, all in matching jet black basketball outfits, with a Panther on the chest and heads and “Ebonyville Panthers” printed under it.

You feel them all look at you, ten eyes undressing you already.

“That's our new star, Gypsy. Gypsy, the team.”

No names, not that you could remember any, you're way to exited. You haven't even noticed the camera crew where the fourth wall of the locker room should be, only now do you find back to the reality of being on set of a porn movie.

You look at the team. All of them over 1.80 meters and athletic. Well, they play a basketball team, but you assume most of the actors working for the company match that criterium. Some are bodybuilder-types – too heavy build for actual basketball players you believe, but you've never been much of a sports fan. You just barely know this is not a full team. And you sigh in relief that it is just enough to fill a court.

“Alright, let's get to it, ladies. I’m sure Gypsy is nervous and eager to start her first shoot, am I right!”

He chuckles and gets behind the camera crew.

“W.. wait, what am I supposed to…”

“You’re the new girl in the cheerleader squad sent here by your team-mates because the new girl serves as a price for a winning team. But you don’t know that, you just think you're supposed to congratulate them, so… act surprised.”

“Uh… OK…”

"And you boys, remember she's new to this. Be gentle. I mean... not too gentle, you know what our viewers want… I trust your sensitivity. And I trust Gypsy, that she can take… quite a lot once she got used to it!”

He winks at you and you blush…

“OK, there's the door. Remember, just here to congratulate, surprised by everything else!”

You nod and go out through the set door.

“Set. Camera. Action!”

You almost miss your queue, all you know about film making comes from - watching films, but you get it just in time, open the door and rush into the fake set.

“GO PANTHERS!”, you shout enthusiastically, a little proud of yourself that your first line of improvised text relied on an observations you made. Nobody told you the team name, after all!

You notice three of the men have taken their shirts off while you were out, and one is just about to drop his pants. Quiet realistic locker room scene. As you remember from your time as a man - which seems like ancient history, right now - the guys with the big dicks never can wait to run around naked. You for one, always kept your underwear on as long as humanly possible. Despite telling yourself you're cock was at least average. But deep inside... Well. You knew it wasn't.

Not a small dick in sight in this locker room, though… Your mouth is watering. And your pussy, too.

“Look who's here. The new cheerleader. Gypsy, was it?”

“Yeah!”

You try your best bubbly teeny-bopper impression. Stereotypical, obviously formed by your old male self's view on influencers and teen idols, maybe. But you’re not going for an Oscar. Given this is your first move into - well – acting, technically, it'll do. And you’re kinda enjoying the act, silly teen is not a part of your own personalty not even as woman, but you feel it helps you achieving your mission and exploring the full possibility of being female. The gemstone you're wearing under the white top agrees by feeling warm. You inner male voice doesn't quite a agree, you despised this type of woman, (mainly because you didn’t get into their panties you now have to admit) but Alexander’s voice is none that has anything to say in the state you’re in.

“And what can we do for you, little one?” one of the topless men asks.

You stare at his chest. It’s oiled, smooth, dark black as obsidian. The pectoral strong and firm. You lick your lips, don't even have to act, you’re sure look as excited as you actually feel. For a fraction of a second you wonder if insecurity about comparing yourself was the main reason you didn't watch the genre as a man or if it went deeper and you were afraid to be turned on by the men as much, if not more than the women in the video. You sure are now.

You get yourself together. No problem, you’re sure staring vacantly at the black man fits your character.

“Tiffany told me to come her and congratulate you to win. Team tradition?” you ad, quietly and little timid, you’re really enjoying this acting thing.

The muscular black man grins.

“Sure is, babe. Sure is. A very dear tradition to all of us! How did you plan to congratulate us?”

“Uhm… I… well… she didn’t… I means….”

You take his hand and shake it, hearing a soft snicker from behind the camera. Seems your improvisation is entertaining. You shake the hand eagerly.

"Well played, lads! Carry on like that next time!”

You shake all five men’s hands and then turn around to leave.

“Well, nice getting to know y’all. Gotta run, my boyfriend’s waiting. Tata!”

For a second you fear, the guys don't catch on to your improvisation – you don’t know how to turn around if they don't hold you back without looking fake. But at least one of them does and plays along. You feel a strong hand gripping your upper arm.

“Not so fast blondie!”

He pulls you towards him and turns you around.

“Yeah, not so fast!”

One of the others joins in.

“Your little boyfriend can wait! You’re busy talking with some real men, now.”

“We won REALLY big, you know!”

You nod.

“I know. That's why I congratulat....…”

“No, no, that deserves a big reward. And I was the best scorer so I get to start!”

He pulls you close to him - you feel his hard pectorals pressing against your tits and smell his manly smell as he bends down to you and kisses you. You put up your arms between you, in mock surprise and fake an attempt to push him away. Not too much, you don't want anyone to think you're really trying to stop the shoot. And then give in. Letting your arms sink and kiss him back. The other four men cheer and whistle.

“The new cheerleader is a slut!"

"Aren't they all?"

You feel yourself blush, no need to play act this flush of heat.

“Oh… my… “

"Does your boyfriend ever kiss you like that?”

You shake your head.

“A cracker, ain’t he?”

You actually are as ignorant as the girl you play and look at him with a blank stare.

“Is your boyfriend white?”

You nod.

“Thought so. Baby, you’re gonna learn some new trick today!"

He hands you over to the next guy who kisses you wildly, demandingly, while the others begin to fondle and grope you, pulling up your top, revealing your tits.

Foreplay doesn't take long. After every one of the black men got to try out your kissing, you are being pushed down to your knees, as the most muscular one pulls down bis pants and his Big Black Cock slaps you in the face. And big it is. Massive. It doesn’t come as a surprise, it's a staple of the genre and you mentally prepared yourself for it. It's still a bit of a shock to see it from up this close. Which you assume is fine. A shocked expression faced with this challenge is very much in character of the innocent cheerleader as well.

“My God!”

Only half improvised line, comes pretty natural.

“That’s not what I call it, but from you it'll do!”

The man smirks, takes your head and makes you kiss it. Which you do, eagerly and without hesitation, now. You kiss the head, lick the little slit and already taste a drop of precum, than lick down the shaft all the – long – way to his low hanging, heavy balls that you lick and kiss for some time before focusing back on the cock.

In the meantime, four basketball shorts dropped and four massive black cocks, on bigger than the other, none smaller than 25 centimetres, the biggest you can only guess is over 30 - fill your field of vision, forming a circle around you. You hardly notice the camera filming you from above as you take care of them as good as you can - mouth on one, hands on two more while two cocks behind you apparently wait for you to let go and move to the next. You don't get any of the cocks into your mouth further than halfway, an even that poses a challenge, right now. Your brain is getting fuzzy, but you still have some coherent thought - you think that you may have to practice that eventually if you get hired more often for this company, but for now you play an innocent teen with her first black cocks, so not being able to fully take them also fits the part.

Eventually you're lifted up by strong, big hands and carried to the bench in front the lockers, put on our back, your head hanging backwards over the edge, you feel a cock entering your throat – and getting a lot further down this way – you mange to suppress your gag reflex, with some effort, but you do - and his cock enters your stretched throat deep and thorough, you can’t breath whenever it’s in as far as it can and take a deep breath when he's out.

Meanwhile, you feel a pull on your panties and hear the white cotton tear, freeing your pussy from its conservative cloth cover. A cock enters your pussy – you’re already reached the point not to care who’s attached to you just care fort cocks filling to the rim. Which it does. Entering your pussy, stretching its muscles, but getting in easily, because you're dripping wet and slippery when wet. After a while with two cocks in you body - not always the same, the guys take shifts - you're moved to the ground on all fours, your pussy stretched by a black guy lying under you, your mouth again filled so deep you can't breathe.

Fortunately he lets it out as your rear hole is filled, you desperately need to gasp, take deep breath and scream when that happens. You sphincter stretches without too many complaints, the huge cock entering you pushing it to achievements you could have ever imagined. It goes slowly but is surprisingly painless. You manage to relax and open up, welcoming the huge black rod into your bowels instead of locking it out. You're surprised how easy it goes, assuming it wouldn't have if you hadn't already bee thoroughly fucked. Your ass isn't lubed by arousal as your pussy, but it sure is easier to relax and far less **** than it might have been without the hormones already flooding you.

Which is your last coherent thought, as you're wrecked by your first orgasm of the day when the black cock fills your ass and you feel it rub against his team-mates cock in your cunt through the thin wall separating them. You're shaken by a wave of pleasure, scream and moan around the cock gagging you.

Of course it goes on, the five males fuck you in varying positions, varying combinations. You don't remember the faces or follow their moves, but you're quite sure they each had your all holes after a while. You have no idea how long a while, tracking time is out of the question in this state.

Even tracking your orgasms is hard. Four, at least, probably more. Until eventually the director must have given a sign, for all the men stand around you in another circle, you on the floor between them, and start jerking off over your naked, sweaty, shiny white body.

Which gets even shinier an whiter as the first, then the second and all the rest more or less simultaneously grunt and groan and shoot massive loads of creamy cum all over your naked, writhing body.

You don't hear anyone call cut or see the men disperse. You're dazed and let feelings ebb down as you lie here on the floor covered with semen. You’ve never – Ever - felt so good in your life. Both your lives, male or female, and your mind doesn't have any inhibitions left in this state to be this honest to yourself. This is better than anything Alexander Ever could have hoped for in his life.

“You alright, Gypsy?”

The voice of your producer reached you eventually, you open your eyes – one eye, the other is glued shut with cum and nod. Lick your lips, enjoying the salty taste.

“All perfect, never been better!”

You smile. So does he.

“Good to hear. Brilliant performance. Best from a newbie I've seen in a while. Honestly. You’re a real natural. You're a perfect little Snowbunny, made for us to use you..."

Again the judgement makes you smile. You can’t deny the huge cocks made you cum like a fountain and being use like a sex-doll by those handsome, strong black men – made you lose all control. You might very well develop a preference fro Black Men if you stay woman long enough. You frown. Alexander sure wouldn't have liked the idea of you demeaning yourself into a black men's plaything for porn movies… but his voice is quiet, washed away by the best sexual experience of our two lives...

You sit up, taking a glob of creamy cum from your tit and lick it off your finger.

“You know the camera isn't running, right?"

He chuckles and you smile.

“I just love the taste!”

And you do.

“Unless you want to eat it all up, the showers on set work. If you don't mind showering with the guys."

You laugh.

“No much use for shyness around them any more!”

You get up, look down on yourself – you haven't even noticed you're still wearing the cheerleader uniform. The top pushed up over your tits and the skirt doesn't fall down any more, stuck on your waist by wads of cum. You were wrong about losing your clothes. But of course the didn't do much to hide your body. You wriggle out of your sticky uniform. Hold it up uncertainly.

“Just drop it there, we dispose used costumes after each shoot, no way to try and clean them.”

You do as told and walk into the shower door and step under a a stream of hot water with the tall, most handsome of the five.

"Care to wash my back, I'll wash yours, big guy?”

He grins and does so wordlessly. Of course the others are jot to be neglected. You've never felt so clean in your life after leaving the shower THOROUGHLY washed and soaped by ten big, strong hands. Naked and glistening wet you are received by your producer.

“Alright, then, well done. The test shoot was very successful, we'll definitely activate your one year exclusive contract you signed. Your agent will let you know about your next shoot, and transfer your salary for today over the weekend.”

Wait - exclusive? Maybe you should have red the contract a bit more thoroughly… Sounds like your future is - deep black… or you become a man again. You frown. That choice should be easy.

You nod – not much you can do about it now, kiss him gratefully on then mouth - you ARE deeply grateful, you've never felt as happy, satisfied, contend, calm and productive as after this first day of your new job. Your female body was made for this. And your gemstone radiates warmth all through your body.

Get dressed and go home, where you spend the rest of the evening in a blissful daze, and the rest of the night dreaming of jet black muscles and cocks, unbothered by any male inner voice pathetically whining. Seems by now, Alexander has nothing to object. All is perfect.