To Porn

You can’t believe you're actually even considering this now...

You take a deep breath and nod to the black man.

“Greatest porn-star of all items sound pretty exiting!”

Your agent's eyes open wide.

“You're sure about that, Lexi?”

Apparently despite clearly having been turned on by the idea of getting you into porn, he hasn't expected you to take the opportunity. And a small part of you wonders why you do. Sure, as a man, you dreamt about being in porn, you guess every man does. It's not something you’d have expected from a woman, but what’s the worth of lying to yourself. Your sex drive as woman is notably bigger than before, not smaller. You enjoy sex a LOT more in this body. You still wonder if that’s because of your special situation – your male memories and remains of those urges combined with this perfect body or if life is just unfair and women just have better sex and you just get to appreciate from a different perspective. Be that as it may – you're definitely feel ready to earn your living with fucking!

The black man grins and you, broadly showing a row of pearly white teeth.

“I knew you’re a down to earth dirty girl.”

He grabs your arm and pulls your naked body towards him. Your heart beats like crazy – not because of the sex ahead but because of the realisation what you just chose becomes real. He leans forward and kisses you passionately. The Frenchman scoffs at your agent.

“You told me you had a star at your hand. Looks like she’s just another slut.”

You blush hard, you can't deny you are one, but you have begun to take it as a compliment. And your agent, to your surprise comes to your defence.

“She may be a slut, but she DOES have star power. Believe me. Not everyone fits into your glamour world if she wants to be a porn star, let her be.”

“Well. At least we get a show.”

The Frenchman turns his attention to you, still being hungrily kissed by the burly black.

You let a hand touch the bulge in his pants and moan into his mouth. He chuckles.

“Curious?”

You nod, truthfully.

“Lie down on the ground and spred your legs. We’re not doing foreplay and we're not doing comfort. The end result of my movies may always look hot and steamy. But making them is hard work. You gotta always be ready and it may not always be comfy."

You nod and get gown on the cold, hard concrete floor of the industrial hall doubling as a studio and spread your legs. His pants drop and you gasp. He chuckles again.

“Yes, it’s true what they say!”

“I see…”

"Well. To be honest, it’s true for us black men who work in the business, but that may distort the image a little.”

He smiles.

“I used to be an actor, too - you won't meet any small black men in this job.”

He kneels down between your opened legs and puts the head of his huge cock against your lips.

“Ready or not…”

You are ready, at least you think so, but his cock is huge and you throw your head back and clench you teeth as he enters your wet pussy without any preliminaries. You hold your breath and moan as he enters you, lying on your back and letting it happen. As you feel the glans hit your cervix, and his progression stops, you let out a sharp breath, and try to relax. He kisses you, as deep inside and filling you as humanly possible with his massive rod.

“You’ll make a lot of bothers quite happy.”

You're too down into your own world to have time to reflect on those words as he pulls back, your pussy massaging the huge rod inside you eagerly, welcoming him as he pushes back on, he’s increasing speed and soon his balls flap against your perineum and you pant, gaps, moan in the rhythm of his black monster fucking you hard, stretching you to what seems your limit. But you’re willing to cross that limit. You grab his firm ass cheeks and push him into you harder, faster.

Hoe didn’t lie, isn't wasting any time on his mission. He doesn't kiss you after the first one, doesn't lick your tits or fondle you. This is pure, mechanical fucking – which is more than enough to keep you busy with a huge cock like his. His sweat drops on your lips and you lick it up.

He cums before you get a chance to – as much as you enjoy the feeling of being stretched by him, it as also quite distracting and you couldn't fully relax into the state you need to cum. But you don't mind – and you have a feeling you’ll get plenty of opportunities to get used to being THIS filled in the near future.

He pulls out, grunts, animalistically and cums in a huge fountain that covers you in cum from you neck to your trimmed bush. The slaps your mons with his softening cock, that is still an enormous sight to behold.

“That’s a good snow-bunny!”

You frown. Weird nickname. Your expression make him chuckle.

“Still a lot to ,learn newbie!”

He gives you another kiss, gets up, puts his pants back on and shakes hands with your agent.

“She’s acceptable!”

The white man laughs.

“Sure. Acceptable. The way she took your monster without a hint of complaint first time, she’s made for your genre.”

The black man nods. She might.

"We'll see tomorrow. I’ll pick her up at her place.”

Without another look at you, the conversation about you ends and all three leave without another word. You feel used like a rag, soaked in cum. You might have to get used to that feeling. You blush as you can't help but admit you yourself that you probably WILL get used to it VERY easily. You already love the feeling of lying here on the hard floor, covered in cum, being talked about like a sex puppet.

Eventually you get up, wipe the drying cum off of you and get dressed. You say goodbye to the photographer and the models who helped you jump-start your career. It's a tearful goodbye from the girls and you have to promise to pay them a visit once in a while after your big breakthrough in the porn business, which you happily do.