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

How I Became a Pornstar. Chapter 1.

... his wine to his study. I finished up the dishes, did some reading, and got ready for bed. Tom and I had sex twice a week. Usually on Wednesdays, and again on Sundays. It was always boringly vanilla. Blow job, cunnilingus, which usually resulted in a faked orgasm on my part, and then sex in the missionary position. Afterwards, both of us would fall asleep. That night however, I laid in bed thinking about that day. The encounter I had endured with Jonathan was stuck in my brain, and I carefully slipped out of bed. I quietly snuck downstairs, and finding my purse on the stand by the door I dug around inside until finding the card I had been given. My laptop was in the living room, and I curled up on the couch with it and some leftover wine from dinner. I typed in the address on the back of the card. "Oh. My. God," I whispered. My screen was filled with video clips of pornos! The heading at the top of the site read "Slutty Housewives". There were women eating out other women. There were women with two men. Women taking cocks considerably larger than my husband's in every hole I could think of. I clicked on one of the videos. A petite girl similar looking to me appeared on the screen. She was on a couch playing with herself, and I could tell she was excited. "Jonathan," I said, taking a rather large gulp of my wine. The large, dark, attractive man I had seen in the grocery store came on screen. He was naked, and had one of the largest I had ever seen. He started eating out the ...

... female co-star, and she was really enjoying it. He licked, and sucked, and fucked her with his mouth like I had never seen. I could feel my own panties getting wet at the sight of him pleasuring her. I slowly, and subconsciously, slid my hand down my panties. Lightly rubbing my lips and clit. I couldn't stop watching. I was so turned on. She sucked him, then he took her from behind. He was fucking her hard, and my clit swelled up watching her slit glisten with juices from her own excitement. "Oh, fuck yes," I moaned softly. I orgasmed just as he shot his salty juice all over her face. My computer screen went black as the scene ended. I got up, washed my hands, and put my wine glass in the sink before going back to bed. "That's fucking hilarious." Jan and I were inside, but we could hear Emerson's loud laugh from outside on our porch. "Carmen, are you okay?" Jan asked with concern as she took the plate I had just washed to dry it before putting it in the cabinet. "Yea, I am fine." I gave her a half ass smile. "That's bullshit and you know it. Tell me what's going on. We have been friends since high school and I can tell when your are feeding me shit and telling me it's apple-sauce." This is why I loved Jan. She had the mouth of a sailor, but she was straight to the point and caring. "I don't know if I can tell you. You will probably go nuts," I smiled at her. "Unless you killed someone, in which case I don't want to be an accessory, tell me what's going on." I sighed. "Fine, but ...