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  The Accidental Porn Star

  By Simone Scarlet

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  Chapter One

  If you’d met Alyssa Rossi six months earlier, and told her that she’d one day be investing in – and producing – pornographic movies, she’d have laughed in your face.

  A compact, curvy Italian-American woman in her mid-thirties, she’d thought her life back then was all about spaghetti dinners, church functions and soccer games with the kids.

  And it was – right up until her husband, Michael, came home with an idea.

  “So how do you fancy doubling our money this weekend?”

  Michael was a thickset Italian-American guy from Long Island – an insurance salesman by day, but a budding (and successful) entrepreneur in his spare time.

  Over the course of the last few years, he’d managed to elevate them from a two-bedroomed ranch on the south shore of Long Island to a five bedroomed house in Suffolk County, all through money-making schemes like affiliate marketing, penny stocks and drop-shipping.

  Alyssa kind of resented the amount of time he spent tinkering at his computer, pouring over “Dummy’s Guide To…” books and rabbiting on about his latest money-making scheme – but she couldn’t argue that they worked.

  Which is why, that particular Thursday, she stopped stirring her marinara sauce, turned to her husband and asked: “Okay, what did you have in mind?”

  “We’re gonna make a porno.”

  Slap! The sound echoed across the kitchen. The imprint of Alyssa’s hand on her husband’s cheek was red and burning.

  “No, you crazy bitch,” Michael rolled his eyes, clutching his stinging cheek. “No us make it. Somebody else is making it – and starring in it. We’re just gonna fund it.”

  Alyssa raised her palm again suspiciously.

  “Listen,” Michael held up his hands defensively, “it’s a no-brainer. There’s this guy I met at the gym – Terry. He has a film camera and a couple of guys and girls he knows who’ll perform on film. If we bankroll his filming – pay for a hotel room, pay the girls – he’ll sell the movie and give us back double what we invested.”

  Alyssa frowned.

  “Now you listen to me, honey,” she snarled. “I love your investments. I am thankful for everything they’ve given us.” She kissed the cross she wore around her neck. “God knows I’m grateful for everything God has blessed us with…”

  Michael frowned. As far as he was concerned, he was the one who’d blessed them with the fruits of his investments – not some bearded man in the sky.

  “…but pornography?” Alyssa continued. She did the sign of the cross. “Michael, that’s wrong. I don’t want to make money peddling smut.”

  Michael picked up the copy of Fifty Shades of Grey that Alyssa had left on the counter.

  “Well, what’s this, then?”

  Alyssa’s face turned purple.

  “That’s different,” she blustered. “That’s a book. That’s art.”

  “Well, my buddy Terry says his stuff is really arty too. Classy stuff. Good looking women, respectful guys. It’s all… What did he call it? ‘Ethical pornography.’”

  Alyssa cocked her head on one side. She hadn’t heard that term before.

  “Listen, whichever way you look at it, here’s the deal,” Michael told her. “I’ve got some money in my investment fund.” That was Michael’s own, personal bank account – the one Alyssa had allowed him to have, to manage the funds for his little private business projects. “If I invest in this movie shoot, it’s going to pay for us to go to Costa Rica next month.”

  This got Alyssa’s attention.

  “At the Hilton, right?” she asked. “Not fucking Sandals.”

  Michael nodded.

  She pursed her lips.

  “Okay, then,” Alyssa murmured, as she stirred her marinara sauce. “Tell me more. You won’t actually be there, will you?” She shuddered. “I don’t want you… I dunno. Catching something.”

  Michael shook his head.

  “Honey, it’s all cool. It’s going to be Terry, a sound guy, a makeup artist and three people on film. And they’re apparently nice, clean college kids – two guys and a girl.”

  Alyssa’s eyes widened.

  “Two guys?”

  “Yeah,” Michael looked sheepish. “That’s apparently what he’s into filming. Threesomes, that kind of thing.”

  “Well, you won’t be taking part, will you?”

  “Hell no, honey,” Michael held up his hands. “I’m just the bankroll.” But then he leaned closer. “Although I was thinking… You know. It could be fun for you and I to tag along. See how it’s all done, behind the scenes, like.”

  Alyssa pursed her lips.

  “That’s disgusting.”

  Michael sighed. It had been worth a try.

  “Look, don’t decide now. Terry gave me a DVD of his stuff to watch.” Alyssa’s eyes grew narrow as she heard this. “I thought maybe we could watch it after the kids are in bed.” Michael smirked. “Get a glass of wine. Dim the lights.”

  Alyssa’s pursed lips curled.

  “Well, maybe.” Her interest was piqued. “But let me think about this movie thing. It sounds kind of sketchy.”

  Although, if the truth was told, it sounded like a trip to Costa Rica from where she was standing.

  Chapter Two

  After the kids were in bed, Alyssa came downstairs to find the living room turned into something out of an Austin Powers movie.

  Candles were lit. The fake sheepskin from the couch was spread out in front of the electric fire. A bottle of Beringer Moscato was open on the coffee table, and the TV was on.

  All that was missing was Barry White music playing.

  “Oh, come on, Michael,” Alyssa rolled her eyes, as Michael pranced into the living room in a bathrobe – a plastic rose clutched between his teeth. “This is cheesy.”

  “You’ve got no soul, babe,” he grinned, spitting the rose to the floor. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll turn the lights on and then let’s take a look at this DVD.”

  He held up the jewel case – Hipster Sluts, Volume IV.

  “Woah,” Alyssa wrinkled her nose. “I thought you said his stuff was classy.” She snatched the DVD case out of Michael’s hands and examined it. “Nothing with the word ‘sluts’ in the title is ever classy.”

  “Stop being so stuck up and give it a chance.”

  And with that, Alyssa settled onto the couch with a glass of wine,
and Michael pressed play on the DVD.

  And, the truth be told, Alyssa was kind of impressed. She didn’t have a huge amount of experience watching porn, but it was a lot different to how she remembered it. The HD quality was amazing, the whole thing had a comfortingly amateurish production style and the girl who starred – a pretty, wispy thing called Danielle – was very different to everybody’s preconceived notions of what a ‘porn star’ is.

  No fake boobs, fake tans, or fake orgasms.

  And that was the thrust of the video, as it happened. It was a pretty simplistic tale of a sexy young hipster – Danielle – meeting two handsome hipster boys at a bar, and taking them back home for a threesome.

  Alyssa was an old-school, Italian-American girl. She liked her men like Michael – tan, muscular and a little on the ‘guido’ side. But even she saw the appeal of the rangy boys in the video – both with beards, piercings and tattoos.

  In Danielle’s loft – all hipsters live in lofts, right? – she started making out with the two boys and Alyssa had to admit that even she was getting a little hot and bothered watching it happen.

  “I told you its classy,” Michael said, and Alyssa suddenly felt the heat of his hand on her bare thigh. She was wearing a simple summer dress, and as she sat there, Michael’s fingers slid up under the hem.

  “Focus on the DVD,” Alyssa frowned – although she made no effort to remove his hand. Nor did she complain when his fingers pressed against the gusset of her panties, and nuzzled provocatively.

  Onscreen, Danielle was stripping the clothes off the two boys, and Alyssa swooned a little when she saw their pale, skinny bodies. Although she preferred men with a little more meat on them, these kids were attractive; and it was sexy watching the wispy Danielle place kisses across their chests.

  “You like it?” Michael asked, leaning over to kiss Alyssa’s neck.

  “Gettoff,” she pushed him away. “It’s okay, I guess.”

  “Oh, yeah, it’s just ‘okay’.” Underneath her dress, Michael’s fingers were rubbing her pussy through her panties. “If it’s just ‘okay’ why are you so wet?”

  Alyssa blushed.

  Suddenly, with a yelp, she felt Michael’s fingers curl into the waistband of her panties and yank them down.

  “W-what are you doing?”

  “Shaddup and watch the movie,” Michael snapped, sliding off the couch. Before she could stop him, he was kneeling down between her legs, and pulling her panties off entirely.

  “Michael! Stop that this… Ooohhhhhh!”

  The warm, wet sensation of Michael’s mouth against her bare pussy made her instantly forget whatever it was she was planning to say.

  “Oh, God,” her fingers slid through Michael’s hair. “W-what are you… Uuuungh!” She bit her lip, and squirmed on the couch as Michael began slathering her clitoris with his tongue.

  Being a good Catholic girl, Alyssa didn’t really like the idea of Michael going down on her. The problem was, when he actually did it, she had a hard time saying ‘no’.

  Which is why she melted into the couch and let her husband feast on her pussy, while her eyes returned to the action on-screen.

  And what action it was!

  Danielle was yanking open the skinny jeans of the two skinny boys, and helping pull them down. To Alyssa’s amazement, both boys were apparently packing. They might have been skinny and pale, but those physical proportions just emphasized the size and thickness of the half-hard cocks swinging from between their legs.

  “Oh, my,” Alyssa moaned, as the sights onscreen spurred the pleasure building between her legs.

  Moments later, Alyssa was watching the girl in the video on her knees, enthusiastically licking and slurping the rock-hard cocks of the two skinny hipster boys. It was frustratingly sexy – seeing Danielle’s pretty face as she switched from one cock to another.

  Danielle had a small, pretty mouth – and she had to stretch her lips wide to accommodate each of the girthy cocks. And as she bobbed her head, sucking and slurping on one of the boy’s cocks, her slender fingers slithered up and down the other kid’s shaft; lubricated by her saliva.

  “Fuuuuuck,” Alyssa groaned, and she licked her own lips – imagining what it would be like to suck two cocks at once.

  Moments later, the action switched to an unmade bed, and the beautiful Danielle clambered onto it and was approached from behind by one of the well-hung men. His big hands stroked Danielle’s pert, pale ass, and then he spread her thighs to reveal her pink, neatly-trimmed pussy.

  “Unnnngh,” Alyssa bit her lip as she watched the handsome hipster grab the root of his thick cock and aim it for Danielle’s glistening cunt. Nuzzling the swollen tip between the lips of Danielle’s pussy, it slotted effortlessly into place – and a moment later, he was sinking that big, thick shaft into the tiny, pale girl’s pussy.

  At the same time, between Alyssa’s legs, Michael was sliding two, thick fingers into her wet and quivering cunt.

  “Oh, God,” Alyssa squirmed on the couch. “That’s so good.”

  Her husband expertly licked and sucked Alyssa’s pussy – caressing her g-spot from the inside as his tongue ran circles around her clitoris from the outside. Alyssa’s whole body was tingling now. Pleasure was gushing between her legs like a tsunami about to be unleashed.

  And it was when she saw the second boy on the TV screen clamber onto the bed in front of Danielle, and offer the pale, pretty girl his thick, throbbing cock, that Alyssa lost it. Ont he TV screen, Danielle wrapped her lips around the boy’s cock, and started sucking on it even as the other kid fucked her from behind.

  Each thrust of the boy’s hips would propel Danielle forward; and she’d swallow the other boy’s cock deep inside her throat as she did so. The moment she backed off, gasping for air and spit running down her chin, she’d impale herself on the cock buried in her pussy.

  Back and forth, she went – fucked front and rear until the poor girl groaned for mercy and rolled onto her back on the bed.

  Danielle was rubbing herself to orgasm as the two boys stood over her and started jerking off. Back in real life, Alyssa surrendered to her own orgasm as she watch spurts of hot cum splatter the writhing, groaning porn star; wishing she was the one being deluged with their hot sperm.

  Bucking her hips, grinding her clitoris into Michael’s face, Alyssa cried out in ecstasy and arched her back; gushing into her husband’s mouth as he mercilessly fingered and licked her.

  Eventually, after the waves of pleasure had finally finished washing over her, Alyssa flopped onto the couch like a rag doll. She was gasping for breath, a big smile on her face.

  “See?” Michael lifted his face from between Alyssa’s thighs – his lips and chin glistening with her juices. “I told you it was good.”

  As he spoke, he slipped off his robe – revealing his own throbbing erection.

  Alyssa smiled when she saw it, and spread her legs. That made it easy for Michael to crawl on top of her, and his cock effortlessly found the entrance to her glistening, quivering pussy.

  “Oh, God,” Michael groaned, as his cock sank smoothly inside her. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Mmmmm,” Alyssa nibbled on his earlobe, and ran her hands down his back seductively. “You bet I am.” As he began to fuck her, Alyssa whispered: “Maybe you should invest in that porno film.” And then, with a flirtatious giggle, she added: “And maybe we should go and watch it get filmed.”

  That suggestion was more than Michael could take. With a groan, his cock swelled and throbbed and he spurted deep inside his wife’s eager cunt. She shuddered as she felt it; enjoying a mini-orgasm at the thought of being filled with Michael’s hot seed.

  As her husband slumped across her, gasping for breath, Alyssa stroked his hair lovingly.

  “I’ll take that,” she murmured, “as a yes.”

  Chapter Three

  Unsurprisingly, the next morning Alyssa suddenly didn’t feel quite as enthusiastic about that suggestion. There
was something about screaming kids, morning breath and having to put the garbage out that deflected all of the previous evening’s sexy feelings.

  But Michael was still pretty pumped.

  “We’ll leave the kids with your parents,” he told her, tightening his tie and wolfing down a piece of toast. “It’ll be awesome.” He kissed his wife on the lips, leaving crumbs and a smear of butter on her chin.

  Alyssa wasn’t so sure – but the memory of the previous night’s orgasm was still fresh in her memory; and if that didn’t make her feel a little curious, the thought of earning enough for a vacation in Costa Rica tipped her over the edge.

  “Alright, then,” she agreed. “But no funny business. We’re there to watch as investors – not perverts.”

  “Whatever you say, hon,” he told her – and then he was out of the door, heading for his car.

  Alyssa watched him go – wondering if she was making a terrible mistake.

  * * *

  Those doubts hadn’t entirely disappeared by the time the weekend rolled around, but they had been mitigated a bit. A repeat showing of the DVD – plus a repeat performance by Michael’s talented lips and fingers – had turned her curiosity into genuine interest.

  As promised, Alyssa’s parents took the kids for the day, and she and Michael drove the short distance to the Marriott hotel across town.

  This was where filming was due to take place – and the first place Alyssa and Michael were expected to ‘invest.’

  “We’re paying for the hotel room,” Michael explained, as the valet drove the car away. “It’s a pretty sweet suite,” he laughed at his own joke, “and Terry says they need it because of the extra space.”

  “Hurumph,” said Alyssa – a little upset that Michael hadn’t used his business proceeds to pay for them to stay in a nice hotel suite.

  “I paid Terry the rest of the money directly,” Michael explained, as he handed over his credit card at the reception desk. “He’s using it to pay the crew, hire the equipment and to pay for his editing costs.”