Porn Star

They were completely exhausted after the recent orgasm. Her naked body on top of him, riding his hard cock with a look of extreme pleasure was a moment he would remember for the rest of his life.

When she touched her clitoris, he had small explosions in himself.

He likes a girl who knows her pleasure and isn’t shy to enjoy it.

The look of complete content as she rode him and herself to a mind-blowing orgasm was one that could make any sane man stand erect and he found himself extremely lucky to have her in his arms.

They hadn’t used any protection and she wasn’t on any birth control, so the task of protection was on his shoulders. He clearly remembered the physical pain he experienced when he had to remove his dick from his perfect heaven, just before he exploded.

But her mouth definitely removed all thoughts from his mind.

She blew her mind, literally.

It was eight pm and they had to leave. The night was cold and lit by the stars. They ran to the cottage and dressed themselves, holding each other’s hands they walked towards the helicopter, which was already on standby.

They travelled back in comfortable silence and rode the bike to their homes. Dropping her off at her front door, he kissed her goodbye.

“Goodbye Daddy” she whispered in his ear, and without giving him a chance to reply she ran into her home. Shutting the door on his face, she chuckled.

On the other side of the door, Vansh smiled, hopped on his bike and returned to his home which was just on the next street.

She slept like a baby that night, though her dreams were far from innocent.

The next day she woke up with a giddy smile on her face, searched for her mobile and dialled Vansh. She wanted to start off her day with the smooth voice of Vansh, teasing his daddy but instead she heard a mechanical voice speak, “The number you’ve dialled does not exist. Please check the number and dial again. Thank you.”

But that was number he called me with yesterday; she thought confused and shut off her phone.

She went to her kitchen to fill a glass of water when she heard her phone ring. With a smile as huge as India’s population itself, she ran to her room and without checking she picked it up, expecting the sexy voice of Vansh but was instead greeted with the strictly sweet voice of her mother.

“Good morning, beta” her mom said, cheerfully. (Beta means ‘son’ in Hindi and is used as a pronoun for their child”

“Good morning, Mumma” she replied with her voice and heart a little sad, but she instantly felt guilty and feigning a cheerful voice asked, “What are you doing?”

“I just had my breakfast. How about you? Did I wake you up?”

“No, I woke up few minutes ago” answered Shreya.

“Good. I have good news!” exclaimed her mom.

“Let me guess, you won the case”

“Yes! We won the case, the last hearing was extremely tense but we won. We won!” cheered her mom.

“That’s amazing mom” smiled Shreya, happy for her mom and added, “When are you coming
back?”

“I’ll leave tonight by train, so I’ll be there tomorrow morning by 7”

“Okay! I’ll come pick you up! See you tomorrow!” she said and hung up the call.

Staring at the phone in her hands, she tried convincing herself to keep it down and not try calling him again. But the heart wants what it wants and her fingers dialled his number.

“The number you’ve dialled does not exist. Please check the number and dial again. Thank you” droned the same mechanical voice.

“Ugh” she groaned and walked back into the kitchen. She sat down to drink her glass of water and stared at the wall. She tried hard not to let her mind wander into the negative gutter but alas! Her resolution was not very strong.

“What if yesterday was just a huge staged encounter to record another sex video of them?” a thought crossed her mind and she choked on the gulp of water.

“Oh my god! This makes so much sense” she exclaimed to the empty kitchen.

“I lost my virginity to him and he recorded it, he still has a copy of it in her phone because I, the dumb bitch that I am didn’t do anything to delete it. While I was busy swooning at his body and the idea of a date with this gorgeous man, he recorded the video and planned to make another one.

Maybe, at that time, the date wasn’t even real; maybe it was just something he used to convince me to trust him and not force him to delete the video.

Huh! Like I would’ve done that. I wanted to watch the fucking video myself.

What if the whole of him was a lie?

Fuck me! He might’ve tried to sell the first video and whoever was buying it must have offered him a good price. Who wouldn’t? I am a fucking masterpiece. I’m sure the first video made the buyer numbers, it must have been a real kick for all the kinky fuckers, ‘a dirty little virgin caught masturbating alone invites her peeking neighbour in – Real’

Yikes

That sounds so bad when I say it out loud.

Gosh I am a kinky fucker and a dirty little non-virgin.

What if that man asked for another video and the island wasn’t really an island but a set to shoot
erotic porn videos?

There must have been hidden cameras, I’m sure. And honestly, how dumb am I really? I went to an
unknown place without informing anyone with an unknown man. The amount of unknowns should’ve disturbed but of course I am an expert at making bad decisions.

And I acted like a perfect slut for him. I even called him daddy, actually begged him to allow me to call him daddy.

I can even imagine the title, “The flexible little not-so-virgin slut begs for more”

I fucked him in all sorts of positions, blew him and let him come on my body. I DIDN’T EVEN WASH IT OFF. I STAYED WITH HIS CUM ON ME FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. I LET HIM SPANK ME AND RODE HIM LIKE IT WAS THE END OF THE WORLD, like like...”her voice choked up and her eyes filled with tears.

She felt dumb, dirty and sold. She heard her phone ring and checked to find her screen showing an unknown number.

Yet another unknown in her life, she groaned.

“What if it’s the buyer guy calling me? What if he forces me into sex industry?” she cried frightened.

She saw the truecaller notification identifying the number as Mehta Corporation and that frightened her even more.

“Did the Mehta’s see the video too? Are they calling to sue me for using their name? But I didn’t do anything, he lied. How will I fight the case? I have no evidence; I can’t even face my mom, asking
for help is a huge no.”

The phone stopped ringing; she took a breath of relief. “Vansh may be true too, he may not be bad. It’s possible” she thought and when the phone rang again, she picked it up.

She held in her tears and smoothed her voice, so as to not sound as someone who just had a mental breakdown.

“Hello” she forced out and dropped her phone screaming when she heard what they said.

An unknown voice shouted, “Why the fuck did you do that?”

Another unknown

She hung up on the call. It rang again immediately, and she cut it off, again and again. Finally she
shut off her phone and slid down on the ground.

“I am doomed”

“I am so doomed”

“I am so so doomed”

“I am a fucking porn star now” she whispered to herself in a chilling broken voice. She wrapped her arms around her body tightly and cried silently to herself.

The sound of the doorbell jerked her up and raised her heartbeat again.

“I might’ve been published on the internet naked and panting but I’ll not be forced into sex industry. I WILL NOT” she declared to herself in a broken brave voice.

She grabbed a huge wooden spoon off the drawer and tiptoes across the hall and towards the front door.

She looked into the keyhole to find a tall, built man standing with his back towards her in a black hoodie.

Hoodie! He wore a hoodie! Black hoodie! She exclaimed in her head and as soon as she opened the door, she hit the wooden spoon on his head with all her strength.

She heard a “Ow” and fell down on the ground with the weight of a heavy body falling on top of her.