So you’re a porn star

You have window seat, but you aren’t looking outside. Mostly you are thinking about Alex’s agile tongue.

You are pleased she has already agreed to move to the west coast so she can continue promoting you relentlessly.

You are getting increasingly aroused thinking about recent encounters. You begin looking around the airplane to see who’s fuckable. The man two seats up to the left has a rugged handsome look. Definitely the stacked black tressed stewardess. You realize as you get hornier you will get less picky.

You nibble on a little snack to take your mind off nibbling on some cock or pussy.

Amazingly you manage to touch down without sticking a finger up your sex.

An attractive cashier who you would definitely fuck gets you to your car. Twenty minutes and some lurid daydreams get you to the set.

The set is a bit of a misnomer. It appears to just be a really nice house. You ring the bell and a fit twenty year old Latino let’s you in. You see your co-star Emma Sparques immediately. As a famous porn star you’ve seen her work. You are amazed how much more she oozes sex appeal live.

She sees you. “Tara?”

“Yes, hi I’m Tara. You’re Emma Sparques! You’re even hotter in person.”

“I’m glad you think so, you’re the one getting the bigger paycheck. Really nice breasts by the way. Who did them.”

She reaches out and touches your breasts.

“No one. They’re real.”

“Really impressive. You ready?”

“Ready?”

“This isn’t Hollywood we’re in the first scene. Ready to scream my name?”

You laugh. “No problem. Your remember mine?”

“Tara! Fuck yes! Lick there. Oh Tara!”

You laugh. “Forgot you were the pro.”

A man saunters over. “Emma, Tara, get to makeup and dress.”

You get herded to a makeup artist, who looks puzzled how to make you look better. After a quick touch up and change to a super tight, shiny, black dress you get ushered into a really nice living room.

You look at the director. “I don’t know what my lines are.”

The director laughs. “This is a porn movie. You’re going walk over and fuck the crap out of Emma. Just listen to my instructions.”

Emma pops out and stands next to you. “Tara, don’t worry if you can’t make me cum. Plenty of girls have failed. If it didn’t pay a ton I wouldn’t go do girl girl.”

She position herself on the couch.

“Action.”

You walk up to the couch. “Hey Emma, can I see your tat?”

Emma flips up her skirt showing her sex to the camera.

“This one?”

“Yeah, can I get a closer look?”

You swing your head into her crotch and begin licking.

“Little to the left. Make sure the camera can see your breasts.”

The instructions come non-stop. The position you are in is uncomfortable. Finally you just snap. You begin fucking Emma and making love to the camera.

“Fuck, Tara!”

You feel Emma get closer. She shivers, clutches the couch and moans. You just go wild.

Emma screams. You feel her cum. She squirts. You begin to cleanse her.

Emma whimpers in pleasure as she claws at the couch.

“Cut!”

The flares at the two of you. Finally, he talks. “That was amazing Emma. I think it’s the best scene you’ve ever done. Tara, a bit gonzo for me. You need to listen more, but I can’t argue with results. Very hot.”

You give the still quivering Emma a hand.

She grins at you. “Fuck babe, you’re going to be so hot. I’ll work with you any time.”

Suddenly you are hit with the worst migraine ever. You scamper for the bathroom.

It feels like your head is going to burst. You stare into the mirror. Red slotted eyes stare back. Your head bursts. Two black onyx horns grow from your forehead. Around them your skin looks crimson. The red spreads becoming like an all over sun burn. You watch your eye teeth grow sharp and your lips turn the color of pitch.

You moan in pleasure as a spaded tail bursts from your back and extends almost six feet.

“What the hell?”

Suddenly the horror house devil appears.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

In his slightly British accent he responds. “I’ve finished my part of our bargain dear. There is no female on earth sexier than you. Now it’s my turn.”

“What do you want, my soul?”

“Nothing so gauche my dear. For me, my dear, you will deny yourself no pleasure. In short you will have fun. Do you accept.”

“No, I want to undo the deal.”

“I’m afraid not. Going forward you WILL have fun.”

“And my soul?”

“Your soul is yours to keep though with your new appetites, you may find keeping it hard.”

“I can’t go out looking like this.”

He laughs. “Use your instincts.”

He disappears. You examine yourself. He is right about you being the sexiest female in the world. You are unbelievably attractive. You close your eyes and focus. When you open them you look normal. Well, not quite normal. You look even better than you ever have.

You mean to keep your soul and foil the Devil. You wonder how?