How I Became a Pornstar. Chapter 1. - Sex Stories

How I Became a Pornstar. Chapter 1.

The cameras clicked and flashed. Any viewer of the picture would be able to see through the sheer fabric I had chosen to wear to the Adult Film Awards. This was going to be my awards show. I was nervous, but Johnny my favourite co-star was practically holding me up, my arm hooked in his elbow. I bet you are wondering how I got here, correct? New Starlet of the year is an amazing honor, and six months ago even the bag-boy at Bulk N' Buy didn't know my name. I was a simple woman, and I did the things most stay-at-home housewives do. My schedule for Wednesday mornings were always the same. 6:15 Cook Tom's breakfast 6:45 Kiss Tom, and see him off to work 6:50 Dishes 7:00 Running and Spinning 8:00 Grocery Shopping I never wore anything fancy to do grocery shopping, I preferred to be comfortable. Looking back now, I guess I was still desirable. I had worn a simple tank top, and some cut off jean shorts with my favourite tennis shoes. I have a petite frame, full C breasts, flat stomach with a piercing, and long brown hair, which was thrown into a ponytail. The parking lot at Bulk N' Buy was empty as usual. I parked close to the store, and grabbed a grocery cart before heading inside. I did boxed goods and cans first, then produce, then walked to the back of the store where the meats were stored. I needed four steaks for this weekend for our dinner with the Hendersons. Jan and Emerson Henderson had been our best friends since before we had gotten married. Jan was a curvy blonde, and ...

... Emerson had the body of a twenty year old football player. I had just picked out four steaks when I heard a voice behind me. "Excuse me, could I speak with you for a moment?" I turned to face a dark skinned man. He had broad shoulders, and I could see his muscles rippling under his shirt, he looked straight out of a porno, little did I know he probably was. "Sure, Mr... ?" I smiled. "Call me Jonathan, I was just wondering if you had ever done any acting before?" "Uhmmm, no, no I haven't," I stammered, blushing. "Well, I think you would be perfect for our upcoming film. It's about young housewives, and you would fit in perfectly." His eyes were grazing up and down my figure. "Housewives? Is it some sort of documentary?" He chuckled and smiled at me. "You could say that. Here, take my card." He pulled a small white business card out of his pocket. "There is a website on the back, take a look. If you like what you see, and think you would be interested, give me a call. We start filming next Friday." With that, he turned and walked away. I looked down at the card he had passed me. "New Wave Video," I said out loud, reading the front of his card. His name was at the bottom, along with a telephone number, both office and a cell. I flipped it over and looked at the website printed beneath a female silhouette. Thinking nothing more of the encounter I threw the card into my purse and went to pay for my groceries. That evening Tom and I had dinner, and afterwards Tom took the rest of ...