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The Pornstar's Girlfriend

By: Bizzy_Bish



I always knew there was something different about him: The way his hazel eyes always seemed to see right through me, the way his smile seemed to say 'Let's make love' and 'Let's fuck' all at the same time. I am talking about my boyfriend, Angelo. 

I met him through my best friend. Her brother had him over one day watching a football game. I've known my best friend for over ten years, so I considered myself and was considered, part of the family. When the doorbell rang, I took it upon myself to answer it, seeing as though my best friend was making snacks and her brother was making the living room 'Guy Friendly', or so he called it.

When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat: In front of me stood everything I ever fantasized in a man. He was tall, scratch that, VERY tall, 6'7 or 6'8 was my guess and he was big, by no means fat, he had the perfect build. His hair was kinda messy, but it suited him. He was dressed in a white tank top and jeans. His hazel eyes looked me up and down as he smiled down at me. It took me awhile to realize I was just staring at him dumbly, and that's not attractive. 

"Hey," he said, before I could open my mouth to speak. "I'm Angelo, Daniel's friend. He invited me over to watch the game?"

I nodded, opened the door, and stood to the side, allowing him to enter. 'God! Why can't I talk?' I asked myself as he walked past me and joined Daniel in the living room. I went into the kitchen to ask my best friend about Angelo. 

"Who is that guy?" I ask her.

"Who? Angelo? He's just one of Daniel's friends, he comes around every now and then to watch a game or something like that," she says, purposely trying to leave out as much as she can to keep me asking questions.

"Why haven't I ever seen him?" I ask her.

"He doesn't come around much, Kya, and you don't either," she answers, rubbing my busy schedule in my face.

"Do you know what he does?" I ask, knowing that I'm prying, but I don't care; this guy was the very essence of sex in the flesh.

"Daniel says that he's some sort of 'entertainer', whatever that means." She said, rolling her eyes.

"HEY, RACHEL! THE GAME'S ABOUT TO START!" Daniel yells, interrupting my questions. Rachel looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, "Do you want to watch the game?". 

Now, I normally hate football, there's too many rules and too many ways to score for me, it's always a flag here, a penalty there, losing yards, gaining yards, I never know what's going on. What I did know was that this is a college football game and it was between OU and MIZZOU. What I liked about that football game was that Daniel and Angelo were so wrapped up in it that I could finally get a good look at Angelo. God, he was hot, his shoulders were so broad, his arms so strong, he was so masculine and it drove me wild. Something happened on the game that made the guys yell in celebration, the commentator yelled, "TOUCHDOWN OKLAHOMA!" 

Daniel jumped up and shook me, "KYA, DID YOU SEE THAT? HOW COULD YOU NOT BE EXCITED ABOUT THAT PLAY?" 

I laughed and pushed him away, "Because I have no idea what I'm watching," I say as he sits back down.

"I do," Rachel says, elbowing me. 

I love Rachel, but at that moment, I hated her because Angelo and Daniel both looked at me when she said that. Daniel laughed to my expense, but Angelo smiled and winked at me. His teeth were dazzling white. I loved Rachel again.

Over the next few weeks, we played this game, going over Rachel and Daniel's to flirt and smile. Of course, over time it blossomed into something more: pure lust. There were so many times we would find ways to fool around. I would go to the kitchen for this reason and he would follow for that reason.

I remember one day in particular, our first time together, it was a game night, professional basketball this time, something I could relate to. I went to the kitchen to wash a few of the dishes. Angelo came into the kitchen while I was finishing them up for a beer and more nachos. He spied me at the sink and he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. 

"What took you so long?" I pouted as I reached behind me and rubbed his cock through his pants.

"I had to wait for halftime, this is a good game," he said kissing my neck. "Mmm, do you know how easy it would be to take you right now?"

I felt myself getting wet hearing him talk this way, I pushed my ass against his hardening cock. I turned to face him looking him deep in the eyes. "I don't know but I would love to find out," I said carefully putting emphasis on the word 'love'. 

Apparently, he wanted to find out, too, because without another word, he picked me up, sat me on the counter, and began unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes grew wide as he slowly exposed more and more of my brown skin. 

"Mmm, Baby, I love your tits," he said as he unhooked my bra and started kissing them, he then grabbed my right breast and began sucking my nipple. Oh, he looked so hot looking up at me with those piercing hazel eyes. As I tilted my head back, I felt him rubbing my pussy through my panties. My skirt was bunched around my waist, I felt like such a slut, I was in ecstasy. "Wow, Ky...your so wet," he said as he pushed my panties to the side and slid his middle finger deep inside of me. I gasped and began to moan as he slid his index finger in as well, while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Damn, this man was a pro! He finger fucked me until came close to climax and then he pulled them out. I was so pissed and I made no effort to hide it. "Don't give me that look, I know what I'm doing," he said, almost laughing at my expression. My pussy could vouch for that, he definitely knew what he was doing. He dropped down to his knees and slid my panties off, he noticed how soaked they were and smiled. "I definitely have to eat some of this juicy pussy," he said giving me a devilish grin.

With that being my warning, he dove in sucking and nibbling my clit, he reached a large hand up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it hard in his hand making me moan loudly. As his tongue prodded my tight pussy, I couldn't hold it anymore, I was about to cum and didn't care who heard me. 

"AH, AH, ANGELO, I'M AH, AH, ABOUT TO CUM!" I screamed as he pushed his fingers into me and began to pound my tight little pussy while he sucked my hard clit. I felt the pressure building up in my belly and I tried to hold it, with a loud scream, I released my climax all over his face. 

He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean. "That's some high quality, black pussy you have there, Ky," he said as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm. He came up to kiss me and we shared a kiss, sweet with my juices. I licked the remaining cum from his lips and chin. 

I reached down and rubbed at his cock and smiled, happy that I made it so hard. "It's your turn, Baby," I said as I sank down to my knees and unbuckled his belt and got his jeans down. A moan escaped my mouth when I saw this glorious sight in front of me, he had a nice, thick cock that made my mouth water just looking at it. It was like something out of the movies! His balls were full and heavy, it looked as if it's been awhile since he had a good nut. 

"Ky, quit staring and make me feel good," he breathed. I began sucking just the head, and licking down the shaft just to get the whole thing wet. I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked hard as I rubbed his cock, squeezing slightly at the head, he drew in a sharp breath and continued to instruct me. "Oh, shit, Ky...yeah, like that mmmm! Take it in your throat!"

I began to bob harder and deeper on this Sex God's cock, letting it go deeper and deeper in my throat. Angelo began to tense up and his dick got rock hard, I knew he was about to cum. I wanted him to, I wanted it wherever it landed, down my throat, all over my body, in my pussy, I didn't care. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, deeper than I could have gone on my own, I gagged, but he didn't care. He wanted to get this nut off. He pulled my head back and busted all over my face, neck, and tits. This made me feel like such a whore...I couldn't get enough of it. I began to run my hands all over, rubbing it in. This seemed to make him happy, because he just stared at me, watching me be such a nasty slut. 

"Oh, damn, you're nasty," Angelo said as he watched me. His cock began to get hard again. I smiled and licked my fingers, loving that it was me doing this to him. He picked me up and sat me back down on the counter, pushing me back far enough to put my legs up. I felt so vulnerable and open, with my legs spread wide like this. I really felt slutty, now. He ran a finger down my slit and some of my juices dripped to the floor. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down my slit making me drip even more. He looked at me as if he was trying to figure out what was making me so wet. 

"This is it Ky, no turning back now," he said, smiling. "This," he said as he smacked my clit with his dickhead, causing me to gasp in pleasure. "is gonna be mine when I get this nut off in it." I smiled, licked my lips and nodded consent as he plunged into my pussy. My pussy was so tight, it hurt so bad, I began to cry. He shushed me by covering my mouth with his as he pounded my little pink hole over and over. 

I began to orgasm, my pussy groping his cock tightly. "OH, SHIT, ANGELO, YOU'RE SO BIG, MMMM, AND SOOO HARD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD! MAKE ME YOUR'S, OWN ME, AHH!" 

Hearing me scream, turned him on, "SHIT, KY, YEAH, CUM ON THIS DICK, CUM ON THIS DICK!" He yelled as his cock got rock hard inside of me and then I felt that familiar tensing. I felt his hot cum splash the inside of my pussy, it felt sooo good. 

My world seemed to be spinning, I was fading in and out of reality. I felt a warm towel on my body, wiping away Angelo's cum, then I felt the towel between my legs wiping me clean. I opened my eyes and saw Angelo cleaning me and soon he began to dress me, he put my panties into his pocket and carried me into the living room. 

Daniel looked at Angelo and said that the Lakers beat the Nuggets. Angelo sat on the sofa and I curled up next to him. I opened my eyes long enough to look at Rachel and she gave me a knowing smile.

The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 02



"Wow," I said to myself as I flicked through the channels on my television. Nothing is on to keep me entertained while Angelo is away. Angelo and I have been dating steadily for just over two months and it seems that I've spent most of that alone, in my apartment, rotting in front of the television. It's sad, I know. Most girls have lots of friends to go out and misbehave with while their boyfriends are away. Not me. I have one true friend, Rachel, whom I can trust through thick and thin but she has things to do and got tired of me calling her to whine.

This would make the fourth consecutive night that Angelo is away from me on 'business' for this particular trip, that is. There've been three so far. I was fine because he was supposed to arrive the following day and I could hardly contain myself. I knew when I met him that he was an entertainer of some sort, but it never really registered with me how often I would be left alone. Frankly, Angelo gave me the best sex I've ever had and then left me hot and bothered less than a week later, I got a taste of it and I didn't want to let it go as soon as I had to.

I was just about to give up on the show-hunt when I heard a knock at my door. I looked at my clock: 8:47 p.m. 'Who could that be?' I wondered. I walked closer to the door when I heard a familiar voice saying my name and telling me to open up. I smiled as I opened it. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" I said as I wrapped Rachel in a tight hug.

"I MISSED YOU, TOO! I knew you were down about being alone, so I took the night off to keep you company," she said as she walked inside.

"You're the greatest! I needed a lil Girl's Night In," I said, sitting on the couch. It was only then that I realized she was holding a big bag. "What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Goodies, of course!" Rachel said, laughing. It was our little tradition from when we were younger. When one of us had a sleepover, the invitee had to bring 'goodies', which most of the time was junk food, magazines, and a porno; we were such naughty girls.

"Oh, yeah?" I said, taking the bag. "Let's see what's on the agenda tonight," I said as I began to remove it's contents. "Chocolate syrup, marshmallows, graham crackers, and peanut butter...Yum!" I said as I pulled the food out. 'She knows me so well,' I thought. I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER!

"Look what I brought for the movie! You'll LOVE it." She said, popping a marshmallow into her mouth.

"Black Chicks, White Dicks. Sounds like fun," I said as I studied the cover: White guys with near-perfect erections being pleasured by sexy brown-skinned women. I can't wait.

"Yeah, you know...I thought that it would help you on some of your lonely nights. Keep it, my gift," Rachel said as I put the movie in.

I took a seat opposite the television and watched as a white man with an incredible body buried his face in black pussy. Almost as soon as his tongue touched her clit, the woman began writhing and moaning, grinding her pussy onto his tongue. In my mind, I replayed all the times Angelo had me writhing and moaning until I came in his mouth; God, I missed him! I felt myself getting wet, so I pulled a blanket over myself and began to rub my pussy underneath. The woman suddenly began moaning so loud, I thought I'd have to adjust the volume. Soon, I found out why: the man inserted his middle and index fingers deep inside of her pussy and began to rub her clit with his thumb. 'Angelo must have seen this before,' I thought as I replayed Angelo and my first time together. I remembered him doing that to me. 

I guess after awhile the woman got tired of orgasming on just his fingers, because she reached underneath him and began stroking his hard cock, begging him to fuck her. In a flash, she was rolled on her stomach. He began to smack her plump ass over and over. This clearly wasn't part of the script by the look on her face: Surprise and Ecstasy.

"You don't tell me when to fuck you. I fuck you when I want to, when I feel like it. Your job is to just sit there and take it when I feel like delivering it, understood?" I could tell he was getting a rush from this power trip, his cock clearly twitched. The woman went onto saying that she understood and was sorry. He immediately plunged his perfect cock into her pleading pussy. The cameraman changed the view to the man's face. My jaw dropped. There on the screen before me, fucking this beautiful, black goddess was my boyfriend: Angelo.



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 03



Time passed as I stared at the screen, watching the man that I was so infatuated with fucking another woman. Suddenly, I felt filthy, not knowing what kind of diseases I caught from this man. I was angry and hurt. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I completely forgot Rachel's presence on the loveseat opposite me. From the look on her face, she saw and realized the same exact thing that I did.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kya!" she said as she ran to my aid, holding me as I cried. Even though she meant well, I wanted her to leave. I needed time to think.

"Rachel," I sobbed, "I really want to be alone right now." The irony of it all would have been kind of funny if I was on the outside looking in: All this time I wanted someone with me, now I wanted nothing more than to be left alone. She stood up and walked over to the DVD player to remove the movie. "Leave it," I said. She got her things and apologized again and left after a final hug.

I walked into the bathroom, my head reeling. I began to remove my clothes. It felt as though everywhere on my body that he had ever touched was on fire. I wasn't sure if it was with anger or disgust. I turned the water on, hotter than I could stand it and stepped in. I began to scrub every inch of my body until it was raw. I felt so betrayed. After my long, hot shower, I got dressed in my pajamas and changed the sheets on my bed. The face that they were already clean didn't matter. It gave me peace of mind knowing that almost every aspect of my room was now pure, void of Angelo. When I was content with my surroundings, I laid in my bed and felt a hot, infuriated sleep wash over me.

The next day when I woke up, it felt like I had been hit by a bus. I was very happy that he was still on his trip. 'He's probably off making another movie,' I thought bitterly. I walked into my living room; it was exactly as it was the night before: food strewn all over the coffee table, blanket still on the couch, DVD cover still on the end table. I felt a new wave of anger flood through my veins. I picked up the DVD cover and heaved it across the room. I sat on the floor of my living room in a sobbing fit. Then, I remembered: He was supposed to come home today. He'd said he'd be in the city at around three. I fought with the idea of calling him, cussing him out, and telling him I never want to see him again, but that seemed too easy.

I walked over to the DVD player and turned it on. I turned on the television. Immediately, the scene that caused me so much grief flashed on the screen. I grabbed the remote and went to the main menu when I found what I was looking for. I clicked on the selection, 'Meet the Actors' when I saw Angelo's picture with the name 'Adonis' underneath it. He met all the criteria to be called 'Adonis', that's for sure. I suddenly had an idea. I looked at the clock, it read 1:23 pm. I had more than enough time.

I went to the store and picked up the groceries wanting to have dinner prepared for him when he got home. I grabbed a couple of steaks, potatoes, and rolls. As I was checking out, my cell began to ring. I looked at it, it was Angelo. 

"Hello?" I said in the most seductive voice I could muster. 

"Hey, Beautiful, what are you doing?" Angelo asked.

"Oh, just picking up a few things from the store, when are you coming home?" I said as I proceeded to self-checkout.

"I just got back in town, I'm gonna go to my place for awhile since it's still early and I have a few things to do, and I'll be at your house at around six." I heard the chatter of the airport from my receiver.

"Sounds good, I have a surprise for you." I said with a smirk.

"You know how I love surprises," he said with a chuckle. "I'll see you soon, Ky. I love you."

"Mmm-hmm," I said in the phone as I hung it up.

As soon as I got home, I began preparing dinner. I grilled the steaks, baked the potatoes, and made salads. By the time, I finished it was nearly six. I put on my tightest, shortest, lowest cut black dress. He'd never seen me in it, so I knew it would make an impact. I sprayed my Victoria's Secret perfume on my cleavage and on the sides of my neck. I drew my curtains since it was still early and lit some candles. Then, I heard it: the ring of my doorbell. I walked over to the door, stealing an extra glance at myself in the mirror. I looked through the peephole. It was him, all right, looking drop dead gorgeous as always. I sighed and shook my head. He rang the doorbell again, I watched his expression grow impatient. 

I opened the door and smiled. His frustrations quickly evaporated as he stared at me. "You look amazing," he said as I stepped to the side to let him in.

"Thanks," I said as he walked in. He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head and told him to go to the dining room because I made a dinner especially for him. He looked at me with a smirk and went to the table and sat down. 

I brought out his plate and the A-1 steak sauce that he's so wild about. He told me how great the food looked and thanked me for the time I put into it. I came back out with my plate and a bottle of wine. I poured some into his glass and into mine and started to sit opposite him at the table. "No," he said before I sat and he pushed his plate over and signaled for me to sit on his lap. "You're gonna be right by me, you're too beautiful to be alone." he said as I brought my plate over and took a seat on his lap. I could tell my appearance was taking a toll on him, because I felt his cock twitch involuntarily as soon as I sat down. I asked him about his trip as we ate. "It was fine, you know, work. On the move all the time," he said and that was that. He began kissing my shoulder and starting up toward my neck. "Mmm, you look so sexy, Ky; and you smell so good," he said as he ran his hand up my back. "I want to be inside of you so bad right now. I missed you so much." his hands traveled to my breasts. "I thought of nothing but you the entire time I was gone." his fingers began to trace circles around my nipples until they got hard. God, I wanted him so bad, almost as much as he wanted me, but I had work to do.

"Don't you want your dessert?" I asked as I tried to get up.

"I'm holding my dessert," he said and he tightened his grip around my waist, with lust in his eyes.

"I want to get your dessert for you," I said as I struggled to get up.

"FUCK DESSERT, KYA!" he said, growing quickly frustrated with my game.

This was my last chance. I put on my best pout and made tears well up in my eyes. 

"I worked so hard to put everything together for you! I just wanted to make you happy." I began to cry. 

He bought it.

"Oh, Ky. I'm so sorry, go ahead and get dessert," he said sincerely, but he couldn't hide his hard cock and the quavering lust in his voice.

I stood up and almost immediately felt a sharp slap on my ass. "Hurry up, don't keep me waiting," he said, threateningly. I went into the kitchen, carefully switching my ass seductively and brought out a platter with a cover on it, a smug look on my face as I sat it down in front of him. He looked me up and down, licking his lips. "I dunno what could possibly taste better than you, but I'm willing to try it because it means so much to you," he said as he uncovered the platter. His jaw dropped. There on the platter, was the DVD cover. He looked at me, stunned.

"Welcome home, Adonis." I said with a smirk.



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 04



"What the-? How did-?" he began several sentences, but never finished them. I just stood there waiting. "Where did you get that?" he finally managed to say, shock still painted on his face.

"Why does it matter, 'Adonis'?" I spat, "YOU'RE A LIAR!" I yelled, feeling all of the pent-up frustrations I felt began to surface.

"I am NOT a liar!" he declared, "You asked me what I did for a living and I told you I was an entertainer! THAT'S THE TRUTH!"

"OH, WELL FORGIVE ME IF I DIDN'T CONSIDER THE FACT THAT YOU FUCKED PEOPLE FOR A LIVING...." I yelled, heat rising to my cheeks. "YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN A FUCKIN PROSTITUTE! THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT DISEASES YOU'VE GOT AND HAVE GIVEN TO ME!"

"Look, I see what you're saying, but I can assure you that neither you or I have any diseases unless you've contracted some while I was away..." he threw a pointed look in my direction.

"WHAT? HOW CAN YOU EVEN SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THIS SITUATION? WHEN WE FIRST HAD SEX, YOU SAID I WAS YOUR'S, IT WAS ONLY NATURAL TO THINK THAT THE SAME THINGS APPLIED TO YOU AS WELL, AND WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING? FUCKING OTHER WOMEN, ON CAMERA NO LESS! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ACCUSE ME OF ANYTHING, YOU NASTY BASTARD!" The words poured from the very center of my being. I didn't care if I hurt him, he hurt me a thousand times more. My boyfriend was fucking other women and, to add a sick twist to everything, people all over the world were getting off to it. My last insult was too much for him, he stood up and grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall.

"Look here, Bitch," he growled, "I told you I didn't have anything and you had better not, either."

"How do you know that you haven't caught anything from those sluts?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper underneath his grip.

"For your information: We do regular health checks that you have to pass in order to perform and I have never gotten anything from anyone, so technically, I took a bigger risk fucking you than any of 'those sluts'," he said with a smirk.

As angry as he was with me, I guess my scared expression and my outfit still had an effect on him because he suddenly leaned in and gave me a hard, rough kiss. I felt him force his tongue in my mouth and begin squeezing my hips and ass. "Listen, Kya, I love you and I want you to know that no matter who I fuck on set, I will always be your's," he said as his hazel eyes burned into mine. He leaned in to kiss me again, I gave in. As we kissed, a moan escaped my mouth, emerging from deep inside my throat. He picked me up and pushed me against the wall again. I put my legs around his waist. He pulled the top of my dress down and began to kiss my breasts. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly stand it!

He walked to my room and threw me on the bed. He pulled my dress all the way off, leaving me in just my black g-string. I reached my hand down to take off my heels, but he stopped me, I guess it reminded him off the movies. He roughly pulled my wet g-string off and forced my legs apart. He slowly began licking my slit, taking big whiffs of my femininity. My pussy was on fire! I wanted him inside of me so bad, but he was never gonna make this easy for me. I knew better than to take matters into my own hands, but he was teasing me so, barely nibbling on my clit and I felt the heat of his breath. 

After what felt like hours, I made my decision: I was gonna make a move, I couldn't take it anymore! I pushed him backwards onto his back. "Kya..." he warned, giving me a threatening look.

"Shh," I said as I began to kiss his neck and nibble on his earlobe. God, it felt great being barenaked on top of him while he was fully clothed. He let out a sigh as his hard dick struggled against his pants. I ripped his shirt and began kissing down his chest and down his stomach. Purposely, I hovered around his stomach too long and I began to feel his large hands pushing my shoulders and head down, clearly he wanted head. I wasn't gonna give it to him, caring less about the consequences of my actions. 

I began to go down, licking up and down the fly of his pants, looking up at him seductively. "You nasty whore," he gasped as his cock gave that tell-tale twitch. He looked at me though eyes that were half-closed. He wanted me so bad and I loved finally having HIM in MY power for once. I began to remove his pants, taking twice as long as necessary. I wanted him so bad that I couldn't even enjoy teasing him anymore. I felt my juices leak down my thighs. 

When I had him out of his pants and boxers, I turned my back to him and began to lower myself down onto his rock hard dick. As soon as my pussy lips wrapped around his dickhead, it felt as if an electrical current buzzed between us. Apparently, he felt it, too because he let out a loud sigh as I slid further down on his glorious cock. "Mmm," I said as I met his pelvis. I felt so full, I loved it. I was still wallowing in this glory when I felt him smack my ass. "OH!" I yelled, surprised.

"You got your ass up there, don't just sit there!" he said as he smacked my ass again. I slowly began moving up and down, feeling that great full feeling and moaning loudly. "MOVE FUCKIN FASTER!" He yelled as he watched my ass rise and fall before him. I looked back to watch his face and began to move faster and faster until I felt that familiar tightening of my stomach. He looked fuckin amazing. His expression was cocky as always, but I can tell he was getting a lot out of this. I leaned forward and grabbed his legs and I began going as fast as I possibly could. I felt myself start to cum. I screamed as I released my orgasm all over his pelvis. I collapsed and I felt great.

After a few minutes of nothing, I felt him slap my ass again. "You're not finished. Just because you got your's don't mean a damn thing, You gonna keep going until I'm satisfied," he said, and it didn't surprise me. As I began to move up and down his shaft again, I felt his large hands kneading my ass. Oh God, I loved him! I began to get my second wind and started to move faster. 

"Damn, Ky," he said as I squeezed his cock with my tight pussy. He stopped me and held me still. He began pounding my pussy from underneath. I couldn't stand it.

"OHH! ANGELO! FUCK ME! MMM! FUCK ME HARD! I LOVE YOU!" I screamed as he stretched my pussy repeatedly. He hit my cervix over and over until I felt my pussy begin to spasm, groping his stiff, twitching dick, begging to be filled with his hot cum. With a final moan, his body grew stiff and rigid as he released what seemed like infinite amounts of cum inside of me. I collapsed again, relishing in the afterglow of my orgasm.

After a few moments, he picked me up and laid me next to him. He kissed my forehead and I began to fade out of consciousness. He squeezed me tightly and said "I love you." When he thought I was asleep, he made a phone call "Yes," he said into the speaker, "I have a new girl, Jack. She's amazing. Huh? How do I know? Well, she's my girlfriend."



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 05



"Don't be nervous, Babe," Angelo said as he pushed a loose hair behind my ear, "it's nothing we haven't done before."

I knew he was right, but the sure, calm tone of his voice didn't keep my heart from beating as if I'd just finished running a marathon. Yeah, we'd done this before... all of this, but never in front of anyone, let alone cameras.

"I'm fine," I lied, swallowing audibly. I pulled my robe tighter around my waist. He was able to wear normal fucking clothes: some sneakers, a pair of jeans, and a tight-fitting tee shirt. I, on the other hand, had to wear a pair of heels that made brought me almost up to Angelo's shoulders, some cranberry red fishnets, a black g-string, and a cranberry red and black corset. I looked like a complete and total whore, but then again, that was the point.

"I know you are. You're a trooper... I know you can take it," he said looking into my eyes suggestively. He smiled a smile that made me melt... I was ready.

He gently took my hand and guided me towards the door of the dressing room. On the way out, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Though I was terrified, the layers of makeup made me feel like I was another person. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Angelo led me down a dark hallway and opened a door on our left. We walked inside, hand-in-hand, the lights were blinding! "You'll get used to it," he said calmly, watching me squint and blink repeatedly before my eyes finally adjusted to the bright light, "You have to have good lighting so you don't miss anything," he explained quietly.

'Great,' I thought glumly, 'Not only will I be fucking my boyfriend on camera, there will be lights shining up my ass so they won't miss anything. Joy.'

A short man with glasses and a bald spot approached us. I felt as Angelo possessively wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. "Excellent! Outstanding! It's great to see you, Angelo... and this beautiful creature must be...." he said, pausing.

"Mya," Angelo said, looking down on him, "my girlfriend. Mya, this is Jack, my agent/producer/director."

"Yes, yes, Mya, nice to finally meet you, Dear... I have heard a lot about you," he said, looking at me as if he couldn't wait to see me naked... I wanted to throw up, especially knowing that he would have the chance.

"The pleasure's all mine," I lied, Angelo squeezing me tightly as if to tell me not to be too friendly.

No doubt noticing Angelo's subtle warning, Jack turned his attention to Angelo. "What is her name?" he asked.

"I've already told you, it's Mya," he said, slightly annoyed.

"No, no, her name," Jack said raising his eyebrows.

Angelo sat and thought for a minute, we had never discussed this before. "You know, Jack, we never really thought about it," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Her name is Athena. I wanted to keep the Greek mythology thing going... Athena Kiss," he said dismissively.

"With all due respect, Jack, I think it was Aphrodite that was the one who fell in love with Adonis, not Athena," I said, a little bothered with the fact that a perfect stranger was trying to pick out my name.

"You may be right, Miss Mya, but Aphrodite doesn't go very well with 'Kiss', now does it?" he replied shortly. I don't think I'll be liking him very much.

"Alright, people! Places! Ten minutes to showtime!" Jack yelled loudly, ignoring the fact that he was already using a megaphone, and turned towards the crew. My heart felt like it was gonna explode.

Angelo grabbed my hand and pulled me to a secluded area. "Okay, Babe, this is it. There's only a few rules while you're on camera: 1) Never, ever say my name, 2) Act as if there are no retakes, just go with whatever happens, 3) You can't redo a male cumshot, make the first one good, and 4) Don't be self-conscious, everyone who is watching the video is horny as hell and you can do damn near anything and they'll still get off to it," he said seriously, I tried my damndest to remember everything he said but I couldn't make any promises. He pulled me into a hug, "I love you, Mya and no matter what happens on set, nothing will change that."

"I love you, too," I said quietly, pulling him down for a kiss. Soon, the soft kiss evolved into one that was much more intense and lust-driven, he attacked my mouth with his and I bit and pulled on his bottom lip until he groaned. He dropped his hands to the front of my robe and untied the belt. I shrugged myself free of its confines and let it fall to the ground. He reached behind me and roughly squeezed my ass, giving it a sharp slap. I moaned in his mouth.

Before long, Jack was yelling at us through his megaphone, snapping me out of my trance. "Save some of that intensity for the camera!"

The script was weird, I was supposed to be masturbating wanting someone to fuck me and 'bam!' out of nowhere, Angelo or Adonis was supposed to appear to grant my wish by knocking on my door. It made sense and I suppose if it wasn't for me being in the movie, it would be a pretty hott idea. Though it made no sense for me to be wearing what I was, if I was wearing that, I wouldn't be home alone masturbating!

I was completely nervous about this whole thing and I was especially nervous about being the one who started the scene... without Angelo. Before I sat down on the couch, he grabbed me possessively and kissed me, again, making me forget my inhibitions. "Make me fucking want it," he said gruffly, smacking my ass so hard that the pain turned to fuel and radiated to my pussy. I nodded biting my bottom lip. I sat down on the couch, thinking of nothing but Angelo. The set reminded me a lot of being on the stage for my seventh grade talent show... the lights were so bright, I couldn't see any of the onlookers, none except for Angelo who stepped closer.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Action!" Jack voice shouted over my lustful thoughts. I laid back on the couch and began to caress my thighs, imagining them to be Angelo's large hands. I rubbed my hands over my over-exposed cleavage and took deep breaths. I turned my attention back to my thighs, ignoring the cameraman that hovered along my body, letting the camera sweep wherever my hands touched. I slung my left leg over the back of the couch, spreading my legs wide. The cameraman stood at the foot of the couch, no doubt getting a closeup of my covered pussy.

I ran my hand sensually down my stomach, to my pussy as my other hand pulled my panties to the side, giving my audience their first view of my bare pussy. I bit my bottom lip and used both hands to spread it wide for the camera. I could feel my body gaining heat, causing me to be a little less shy. The aroma of my arousal filled my nostrils, making me moan quietly. I began to tease my clit, making the moisture make my pussy glisten in the bright light. I gently inserted two of my fingers into my hot cunt, angling my hips upward so they stroked my g-spot with every plunge.

I felt my pussy clench on my fingers and I knew that I was close. I began to moan louder and louder and I finger-fucked myself with more urgency. I opened my eyes and looked at Angelo as I brought myself to ecstasy. His cock straining uncomfortably against his jeans, making him so uncomfortable that he had to stroke it through the fabric to be able to adjust himself.

Soon, the room filled with the sounds of my ragged breaths and moan as the orgasm overtook me. My pussy spasmed and I squirted my juices all over my hand. I laid there for a minute, catching my breath when I heard a knock on the 'door'. I made a face that said: 'I wonder who that could be, ruining my afterglow.' I got up and walked to the door as the knocking grew more persistent. "Who is it?" I shouted, trying to make this as convincing as possible. There was no reply. I cracked the door open and saw Angelo, in all his glory standing on the doorstep, just as he'd been the day we met only this time, his eyes burned with desire.

"Who are-," I began, only to be silenced by his lips crashing into mine. This kiss was no sensual one, rather it was rough and lust driven. His fingers reached behind me and unlaced the corset, it fell to the ground. He traced his fingers slowly down my spine and smacked my ass again. My blood was boiling for him... I needed him. Without another word, he pushed me on the couch and flipped me over, my ass in the air. He ripped the black g-string off with no effort and put it in his pocket.

He then started his assault on my pussy from behind, flattening his tongue and licking it from clit to base and shoving two fingers inside. I let out a moan as my pussy beckoned him deeper inside. He nipped my ass cheeks, leaving small, red spots all over and squeezed them tightly. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. "Stand up," he commanded. I did so and he took my seat on the couch. He grabbed my left hand and rubbed it along his cock through his jeans. He was soo hard and I wanted nothing more than to please him. "Take it out," he said gruffly as he leaned back into the couch.

I bent over with my legs spread giving the cameraman a perfect view of my pussy and ass from behind as I locked eyes with him and withdrew his stiff cock... it was fucking beautiful! Even more beautiful than I remembered, two days was too fucking long. "You know what to fucking do," he growled loud enough for the camera to pick up. I nodded and began to lower myself to my knees before he stopped me. "Fucking squat, I love those heels on you."

I squatted down between his legs, my legs wide open. I stuck my tongue out and circled the head with it. He watched my every move with a pained and aroused look on his face. Without warning, I brought my head down roughly on his cock, allowing it to hit the back of my throat. "Ah, shit!" he shouted, completely by accident as I continued to deep throat his cock until tears ran down my face. "Fuck! Just like that," he coached, throwing his head back. He grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth off his dick, he wasn't gonna cum prematurely for his audience.

"Get up," he said in his sexy, husky voice. I got to my feet and he turned me around, facing the camera. He brought his hands down on my ass, making loud smacking noises throughout the room. My pussy juices leaked down my leg. He wrapped his strong arm around my waist and separated my legs to be on either side of his, my pussy resting right at the tip of his cock. Instantly, he slammed my pussy down on his rock-hard, near-painful dick, eliciting a scream from deep within my being.

I put my hands on his knees and bounced vigorously on his cock. The cameraman brought the camera right in my face, but I didn't care. I was filled to capacity with the man I love's cock. I even bit my lip and made sexy faces for the camera. Something about this man erased all of my inhibitions. Without warning, he reached forward and slung my calves over his forearms and leaned backwards, laying my back against his chest. I was spread wide open and the camera came in for closeups as Angelo thrusted upwards, tapping my g-spot repeatedly. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" I announced as my pussy spasmed on his cock. I let out a deafening scream as I came, the juices dripping from my pussy to his balls.

He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, the room filling with the wet, smacking sound of skin on skin. He brought my legs up further so he could squeeze my breasts as well. I felt like a fucking pretzel but he made me feel so good, I didn't care. He was getting close... I could tell. His breaths were becoming short and choppy as were his strokes. I wanted him to... I wanted him to get relief, he deserved it. I reached down between my legs and stroked his balls, he was totally not expecting that. "Oh shit! Oh fuck! I'm cumming," he bellowed as he let out a loud, deep groan and filled my pussy with his cum.

He held me still as he pumped me full of what felt like endless amounts of cum. As his cock softened he pulled it out. The camera went in for another closeup of my full and battered pussy. 'We lost the cumshot,' I thought, a little bummed to my surprise. Thinking quickly, I brought my hand down and pushed some out on my fingers. I looked into the camera and licked and sucked them clean. This happened three times before it was all gone. When the camera shut off, Angelo released my legs and brought me close to his chest.

"I fucking love you," he said, spent. His eyes were half-closed.

"I love you, too," I replied kissing his lips.

After I regained my strength, I stood up and straddled Angelo's lap. I kissed him deeply and he ran his hands up and down my sides. Again, Jack ruined the moment, only this time he was very close and didn't speak through the megaphone.

"That was fucking magic," he said happily, " Do you have any idea how much money we're gonna make off of that?"

I stood up, still wearing my 'elevator heels', Jack only came up to my breasts in these and he made no effort to hide the fact that he noticed that I was still naked for the most part. His eyes rolled over my body...ew.

"What are you looking at?" Angelo asked defensively as he rose to his feet and stood behind me to my right. I could feel the anger radiating off his body.

"Nothing," Jack said, looking away.

"Really, Jack? You sure you weren't looking at my girlfriend's tits or her tight pussy?" he asked, licking his index finger and tracing my nipple until it hardened and used his opposite to stroke my clit, causing my eyes to roll back and a moan to escape my lips. "You see how responsive she is to me, Jack? That's because she's fucking mine and if I ever catch you trying to touch her, I'll fucking murder you."

"Fine! Fine! Calm down, Angelo... nobody's gonna try to touch your girl," Jack replied dismissively.

"Get some clothes on before I have to kill his ass," Angelo growled in my ear, smacking my ass as I walked away... I loved him.



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 06



"You wanted to see me, Jack?" I said, walking into his office. It was warm and large with a fireplace. He nodded, puffing on a cigar.

"Yes, yes, Mya Dear. I wanted to speak with you about your next film. Sit, sit! No need to stand," he said gesturing to the single chair opposite him on the other side of his desk.

"Okay, but shouldn't you be speaking to Angelo about this?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, no! Angelo is merely an actor. I am your agent and you are my client. Angelo really has no real power here. Only my client, you, can delegate your career," he said matter-of-factly.

"Um, alright," I said, nervously, "what did you have in mind?"

"Well, just to let you know: schoolgirls are really big these days. Your movie, if you choose to accept, consists of you being a schoolgirl that mercilessly fucks her teacher for a grade. Of course it's cliché but clichés are perfectly okay if you have an actress with enough 'talent' to keep the audience interested. You, my Dear, are a special find and I believe you have just the 'talent' that I've been looking for," Jack said, sitting back in his chair and interlocking his fingertips.

"Let me guess," I began, "Angelo's gonna be the teacher?"

"Oh no, Mya. We need to get you outside the box. We need to expand your clientele. Your partner in this one is Rocky Bones...Angelo is nowhere in this movie. This film is all you," he said, smiling.

"I don't know," I said uncomfortably, "I think I need to consult with him about this."

"Like he consults with you?" Jack said, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked, almost scared of his reply.

"I mean, surely you know he's doing a film with Lorna Leaks?" he said, inquisitively.

I shook my head vigorously. "No, when?"

"Well, right now!" he said acting surprised that I didn't know.

I didn't believe him. Angelo would not keep that from me. He couldn't! He wouldn't! I shook my head. He has before. "Show me."

Jack got to his feet and walked around his desk. "Follow me, Mya," he said as he led me down the hall and around a few corners. "Now Mya, I shouldn't have to remind you that this is a production and not to ruin any scenes when you get in there," he whispered.

I nodded and he opened the door for me and I walked inside. Jack followed behind me as I entered.

Lo and behold, Angelo was lying on a bed of a room staged to look like a motel with his dick in some redhead's pussy. She was moaning and riding him like he was giving her the best fuck of her life which was, nine times out of ten, true. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread it all wide for the camera to see his dick disappearing in her pussy. Soon, the redhead began to scream and squirt so hard that she drenched his waist and the sheets beneath him. 'Lorna Leaks, that figures' I thought as I continued to watch.

Before long, he pulled her off of his dick and made her lick it clean, which she enthusiastically obliged. Soon, he bent her over and spread her ass cheeks again, after giving her ass a few smacks he eased his cock into her asshole. I had never let him fuck me in my ass before because I always considered it an exit and not an entrance. Watching the look of pure bliss cover his face as he rammed his cock in Lorna's ass was almost too much to bear. I had no idea why I was rooted to this spot, watching my boyfriend sodomize this willing participant. My heart ached, partially from being lied to, partially because it felt like he was looking for something more than what I was comfortable giving.

"Count me in," I grumbled to Jack and walked away. 

~*~*~*~

After leaving the room, I gathered some information about the movie from Jack before I went back to the room, filled with rage. My new movie, as Jack promised, was about a schoolgirl and her teacher. My attire would be the classic schoolgirl uniform complete with a red tie and a ridiculously short plaid skirt. I actually was excited to see how the white knee-high stockings would accent the legs that I work so hard to keep toned. Rocky Bones also requested that my hair be in pigtails with red bows.

According to Jack, he would like to start filming as soon as possible. I agreed with him because of two reasons: one, because I wanted to get this over with and two, because I wanted to get it done before Angelo could stop me.

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good to rebel against Angelo. He never said I couldn't make movies with anyone else, I just knew he wouldn't like it at all. Jack had a point, though: Angelo should not have rules and expectations for me that he didn't abide by, himself.

When I got to the room, I stripped off my clothes to get into the shower. I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror and was impressed...I couldn't lie: since I started in the porn industry, my self-confidence began to soar. It struck me as odd, though, because most people pinpoint female pornstars as women with incredible low self-esteem or whores. I was neither, I was a confident female that was in a relationship. The movie with Rocky will be the closest thing I did to dishonorable.

I turned of the water to let it heat up. Before long, steam began to fill the bathroom. From the other room, I heard my cell phone ring. Sighing, I turned the water off and rushed to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I said, rather surprised to see my best friend's picture pop up on the screen.

"What the fuck, Mya?" Rachel said into the phone. "You're in fucking California with that bastard? You said you were done with him! Now he has you on the other side of the country? You deserve so much better than that dirty fucker."

"Rachel! Calm down! I did say I was done with him but I care about him and we're trying to make it work. We'll be back by the end of this week, we still have some work to do out here before we can head back." I said, trying to neutralize the situation.

"We? We? What do you mean, 'we'? Mya, please tell me you're not out there making porno flicks?! What the fuck has he been doing? Pimping you out? You are so much better than being a nasty ass prostitute! I can't believe you've sank so low!" She said without breathing.

So much for high self- esteem and not being a whore. Rachel broke me down and made me feel two inches tall in the name of what's right. I felt the hot tears pool in my eyes as I hung up the phone. I switched the power off and ran to the bed and began to cry until I choked. I knew she was looking out for me but she made me feel, as my friend, lower than anyone in the industry has thus far. 

~*~*~*~

After I wiped my tears, I laid in bed feeling like utter shit. I knew Rachel was right... this went completely against everything I stood for but I believe in letting people make their own mistakes but she definitely did not let me do that.

It didn't take long before I heard the door open and Angelo walk into the hotel room. Immediately, I threw the blankets tightly around my body and pretended to be asleep. The last thing I wanted to do was look at, let alone speak to Angelo.

He walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I got a bit depressed picturing him showering and washing all evidence of his secret away from his skin. When I heard the water turn off, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep again. Before long, I felt the bed sink beside me. I felt his lips on my neck and his hot breath formed goosebumps on my skin. His breath smelled of mint, he had brushed his teeth.

"I know you're not asleep," he grumbled in my ear as his fingers traced along my abdomen.

"Angelo," I grumbled groggily, "not tonight."

"C'mon, Baby, I've been thinking about you all day," he said, pulling me flush against his muscular physique. "I just wanna taste you if nothing else."

"I really don't feel well," I lied, "feel how I'm sweating?"

Unbeknownst to him, the sweat came from bundling myself in blankets to keep him from touching me.

"Alright, Babe, but that sweet pussy is mine tomorrow," he said, releasing his death grip on my body.

I closed my eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep knowing what tomorrow would bring.

~*~*~*~

I woke with the sun shining through the blinds. Angelo was asleep soundly beside me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. I looked at the clock on the beside table, it read 12:27 pm.

'Shit', I thought to myself. I was supposed to meet Jack at the studio in a little over an hour to record the movie.

I carefully slid Angelo's arm off of me and raced to the shower. I wasn't worried about Angelo waking up because after sex, he could sleep through an earthquake. After my shower, I quickly dressed and caught a cab to the studio.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Jack approaching me with a tall, tan man with green eyes and dark hair. The man was drop-dead gorgeous and oozed sex appeal. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Mya, Dear! I'm glad you could make it! This is Rocky Bones, your partner in this film," Jack said, smiling.

I silently extended my hand and Rocky took it in his. "Nice to meet you, Miss Mya. It's my pleasure to make this movie with you," he said carefully, placing emphasis on the word 'pleasure'.

"Oh! Look at the time! Mya, get to your dressing room and get in costume!" Jack said, gesturing to a hallway. I nodded and followed the hallway until I saw the room and went inside.

I stripped off all of my clothes and caught a glimpse of myself in the fitting room-style mirrors. Was I doing the right thing? My heart thudded audibly in my chest and my throat felt dry. I pulled the costume off the hanger and slipped on my knee-high stockings, followed by a red g-string. My blue, black, and white plaid skirt skimmed the tops of my thighs when I zipped it. After slipping my white blouse on, I had a stylist named Megan assist me in tying my tie. I sat at the vanity. She began to put my hair in matching, pigtails with red ribbon as Rocky requested. When she started on my makeup, the thick blue eyeshadow and bright red lips served as my mask... I was no longer Mya Miller, I was Athena Kiss.

~*~*~*~

"Mr. Reynolds, I was wondering if there was anymore extra credit I could do to help boost my grade," I asked, approaching Rocky's desk. When I got close, he sat back and pushed his glasses up on his nose and leaned back in his chair.

"Leah, I'm afraid there's no more extra credit for this semester. You're already passing, what more do you want?" he said, matter-of-factly.

"Mr. Reynolds, I'm not even a point away from having an 'A'. I have to have that 'A'... I'll do anything." I pleaded.

"Very well," he said, walking across the room and locking the door to the 'classroom'. "Show me how bad you want that 'A'"

Rocky walked back to his desk and took a seat. He unbuttoned and unzipped his black slacks and pulled his stiffening cock out. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull as they drank in the sight before them. Rocky had a smooth-looking cock that was criss-crossed with veins and rested in a bed of glossy, dark curls.

I almost hesitated, but I didn't want to disappoint the camera. I walked over to him and squatted before him. He gripped his hard dick in his hand ran the head against my plump, red lips. I opened my mouth and took just the head into my mouth and sucked. He let out a groan before grabbing my pigtails and ramming his entire length down my throat. I sputtered and gagged but that only seemed to fuel his fire as he increased his pace. Tears fell down my face as I struggled to breathe. At this point, I seriously should have been second-guessing my decision to make this movie, instead I was invigorated.

He pulled his cock that was slick with my saliva and smacked me in the face with it. I closed my eyes and basked in the filthiness of the situation and he rubbed his cock over my entire face, covering in a sheen of saliva. I moaned deep in my throat. I loved the feelings I was getting.

Without warning, he stood to his feet and grabbed my tie. He pulled it upward, making it tighten around my throat. I did not know what kind of animal I'd become. I craved whatever came next. He pulled tighter, asphyxiating me. My eyes rolled back before his voice snapped me out of my trace.

"Get on the desk," he commanded. I immediately got to my feet and took my place on the desk. He ripped my tie off and the front of my blouse open, exposing my breasts. I looked at him, his eyes ablaze with lust. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and roughly pulled down my g-string.

"God, you are such a tease. Wearing your uniform two sizes too small, sitting panty-less in the front row with your legs spread, you are the biggest cock-tease ever... you're gonna fucking pay today," he growled loud enough for the camera to pick up. He was so convincing, he almost had me believing it.

He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me further back on the desk. He opened the drawer to the desk and pulled out a condom. "You being such a fucking tease, there's no telling who you've fucked," he said, ripping the package open with his teeth and rolling the condom over his dick.

"This is going to be fun," he said excitedly as he rubbed his cock along my soaked slit, periodically pushing between my swollen pussy lips. I groaned aloud as he teased my hard clit. He smiled down at me before plunging himself deep inside of me causing me to release a loud moan.

"You fucking like it don't you? You like having your teacher's hard cock buried deep in that slutty pussy of your's, huh?" He said as he began to roll his hips and plow his dick deeper inside of me. "Answer me!" he growled when my eyes began to roll back in my head.

"Yes!" I moaned as he picked up the pace. His cock repeatedly tapped my cervix as he pushed my knees up to my breasts.

"Yeah, I knew you would, Whore. I always imagined what it'd be like to stretch your pussy with my cock," he said, wrapping his hands around my neck and mercilessly pounded my pussy. I struggled to breathe as he slammed into me.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of me. "Bend over," he commanded, backing away from the desk. I did as I was told.

"Shit yeah, always wondered what your bare ass looked like," he said, rubbing his cock along my slit again. "I have a good mind to bury my cock in that asshole."

My heart jumped in my throat. I silently prayed that he would change his mind. Without warning he rammed his cock into my pussy. I let out a relieved moan. I loved the way his cock stroked the inside of my wet pussy.

I was invigorated by the sounds of skin-on-skin as he hammered me, his balls smacking obscenely against my clit. He grabbed my pigtails and pulled them back in opposing synchrony to his thrusts. My pussy began to convulse as I drenched his cock in my cum. 

I nearly collapsed as I tried to control my breathing. He wiped his finger along my clit, soaking it in my juices. Apparently he couldn't let my ass go untouched because I felt his finger gently probing my asshole. I let out a surprised cry when his finger sank inside.

"Shh, take it," he said increasing the pace of his cock and reaching around to rub my clit. With his cock deep in my pussy, his finger in my ass, and his fingers stroking my clit, I released the biggest orgasm of my life. I screamed and tears ran down my cheeks.

Without giving me time to collect myself, he put me down on the floor and pulled the condom off. He stood over me, jacking off. Before long, what seemed like endless amounts of cum covered my face and chest.

"It's a wrap!" Jack said, signaling for the cameras to quit rolling.

Rocky disappeared and came back with a towel. I took it and cleaned myself. "Thank you," I said, suddenly shy.

"No problem and sorry about the whole condom thing. I'm crazy enough to make a movie with you but I'm not suicidal enough to fuck Angelo's girl raw," he said, shrugging.

"It's okay," I said, thankful that he did use a condom.

"It was a pleasure working with you, Mya," he said with a smirk that made me blush.

"Likewise," I said as I headed to the dressing room.

I washed my face and got dressed knowing I needed a shower like no other when I got back to the hotel.



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 07



"What's that?" Angelo said, looking me over.

"What's what?" I asked, innocently.

"That," he grumbled, pointing to my neck. Up until now, I never looked at myself in the mirror. When I got back from making the movie, I just walked to the shower with no more than a few words to Angelo.

Now, I looked in the mirror and fear crept up my throat when I saw what he was looking at: a rope burn encircled my neck from Rocky repeatedly pulling the tie. I opened and closed my mouth several times but no sound came out... there was no way I was going to get out of this.

"Well? What is that? What have you been doing, Mya?" he asked, obviously wanting to give me the benefit of the doubt. Because of that, my heart wrenched in remorse. I figured in this case, that honesty was the best policy and I prayed he didn't get violent.

"It's a rope burn, Angelo," I said evenly. His jaw dropped and his face twisted in anger... I did the only thing I could do: I braced myself.

"Who did this to you? I'll fucking kill them! Where else did they hurt you, Baby?" he asked, cupping my face in his hands. It hurt so bad knowing that he thought I was the victim.

"No, Angelo," I said swallowing, "It's from a tie. I did a movie."

His face contorted once again into a bitter, vengeful mask. "You did what?" He growled pinning me against the wall with both hands on my shoulders.

"I made a movie, Angelo. Jack asked me to meet him yesterday and he told me that he had an offer for me and I took it," I said, sounding a lot calmer than I actually was.

"Jack! He did this? I'll rip him apart!" He shouted, nostrils flaring, "You! Who did you fuck, Mya?" he growled, tightening his grip on my shoulders.

"Rocky," I whispered, hissing in pain.

"You're fucking kidding me! You gave yourself to Rocky? How could you do that to me?" he said, nearly stabbing my heart before I realized that he was just as guilty if not more guilty than I was.

"Oh, please, Angelo," I said, rolling my eyes, "How could I do that to you? How could you fuck Lorna Leaks and not tell me about it? You were just gonna make me feel bad without coming clean, yourself, weren't you?"

It was now his turn to be speechless. "What did-? How did-?" he began but never finished.

"When Jack asked me to make the movie, I told him that I had to talk to you about it first. Then, he basically asked me why I had to talk to you when you didn't have to talk to me, which is a pretty good damn question! He told me you were making a movie with Lorna and I didn't want to believe it so he took me to the set where I saw your dick balls-deep in her asshole! So, Angelo, you can kiss my fucking ass!" I shouted into his face until his grip loosened on my shoulders. I pushed past him and stormed into the bedroom. I grabbed my suitcase and began shoving my shit into it.

"Mya, I'm-" he began, infuriating me even more.

"You're what, Angelo? A liar? A sorry, sad-ass excuse for a boyfriend? How about fucking single?" I screamed, not caring about anything anymore. I was so beyond tired of Angelo and his bullshit.

"Mya, I love you," he said, stilling my hands, "Don't go."

"You have a really fucked up way of showing affection, I'm through," I said, zipping my suitcase.

Slightly losing his temper, he pushed the suitcase to the floor and grabbed me again. "You're not leaving me, Mya," he said, pushing me down on the bed.

"No, Angelo! Sex is not gonna change my mind this time," I said under his weight.

"So you're into asphyxiation, now?" he asked, gripping my neck tightly, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. He released my throat, causing me to gasp for air. As much as I hated to admit it, heat encompassed my body. Ignoring my previous statement, he planted soft kisses along my collar bone and gently separated my legs. I stifled a moan as he ripped my shirt open and ran his teeth along my skin.

"I told you I love you and I mean it. I can't be without you," he whispered, rubbing my pussy through my panties under my skirt and reaching between us to free his rigid cock.

"Angelo, no, please," I pleaded, tears filling my eyes. He touched his lips to mine as he pushed my panties aside and entered me swiftly.

Tears fell freely as he moved inside of me, bringing me to an intense orgasm. "I love you so much," he groaned as his strokes became quicker and choppier. Before long, he released inside of me. I would miss things about him: his smile, his sense of humor, the way he loved me, but I would never miss his lies.

He dismounted me and rolled beside me, pulling me into his chest. He planted a single kiss on my forehead. I had to get out before I changed my mind.

"Goodbye, Angelo," I said, grabbing my suitcase and my purse.

"Mya," he said, getting to his feet.

"Don't, Angelo, just don't," I said, walking away. 

~*~*~*~

When I got back home, I partially expected to see Angelo, in all his forbidden glory, to show up on my doorstep. I was absolutely clueless about what I would do or say if that day ever came because I knew that seeing him again would make me completely lose whatever strength I had the day I left and would make me relapse.

He called me several times before I got on the flight home, sent several texts, and left several voicemails... all of which begging me to come back and give him another chance and promising change. After not replying, the attempts stopped... maybe he got the message. That thought made me happy but saddened me at the same time: 'He loves me until it becomes inconvenient,' I thought bitterly.

I looked around my apartment and saw signs of Angelo all over: his hair gel, his toothbrush, one of his cell phone chargers, etc. I knew that if I was going to avoid him for the rest of my life, I needed to get that stuff to his place before he got home from California so there would be no excuse to come over.

I felt exhausted from my flight but I needed support, I needed my best friend... I picked up my cell phone and called Rachel. It rang a couple of times and she answered it.

"Mya, I'm so sorry about what I said last time we spoke. If you want to be a porn star, that's your prerogative... I won't judge-," she began before I cut her off.

"Rachel, it's over. I'm not going to make movies anymore and I'm done with Angelo... he's a liar and he's not worth my time," I said, trying to convince myself as well as her.

"Aww, Mya... what happened?" she asked, concerned.

I closed my eyes and told her every detail that led up to my departure.

"That son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, "How dare he!"

"I know.... I know, but none of that is important anymore. I'm done," I declared.

"Do you want me to come over?" she asked, sensing the pain behind my words.

"No, I'm fine... I need to get some of his shit out of my apartment. I guess I'll put it in a bag and shove it in his mailbox," I said, shrugging.

"Good idea," she agreed, "that'll show him that you really are done with his lying ass."

After we got off the phone, I laid in bed jetlagged. I slipped on one of his t-shirts, his familiar scent washed over me, comforting me. I closed my eyes and fell into a restless sleep. As much as I wanted to hate Angelo, I couldn't. I wished he would fix his shit and come back to me and that made me feel pathetic.

~*~*~*~

My first week without Angelo crawled past filled with thoughts and dreams of him. I saw his hazel eyes when I closed my eyes and I imagined an Angelo-sized lump in my bed when I woke up. He should be home by now... if he was, he would have seen the bag of his belongings in his mailbox.

He didn't care... if he cared, he would have been here as soon as his plane landed. I should have known that if he lied about one thing, he'd lie about more.

The days turned to weeks without a single peep from Angelo. Rachel told me that he still hung out with Daniel and whenever she was around, he would mention me. Possibly to get information from her, not knowing that she hated his fucking guts.

"He just sits there with that damn smile on his face and ask me how you're doing and I sit there wanting to punch him in the nose!" she fumed, standing to her feet and disappearing in the kitchen.

I didn't let on how happy I was that he still thought of me because I certainly still thought of him. I wondered what he did when I left and when he left again for his next movie.

With Angelo encompassing my thoughts, I sat on the couch, watching Trutv. Rachel walked in from the kitchen with a large plate of baked fish, the smell made my stomach turn. I felt the nausea creep up my throat and I ran to the bathroom, emptying my stomach of its contents and gasping for air.

"Mya! Are you okay? Is it the fish?" she called from the other room.

"I'm fine," I uttered between heaves, "Yes, the fish is making me sick." I silently prayed that was all it was. 

~*~*~*~ Everyone has had their 'fuck my life' moment. Mine just happened to be when I looked at that God-forsaken 'plus' sign on that pregnancy test. Tears filled my eyes and my body began to shake uncontrollably... I was pregnant. I was pregnant with Angelo's baby. I shook my head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening to me... what would I tell my mom? What would I tell Angelo? Would I tell him?

My heart pounded in my throat. It wasn't long before I heard knocking on the bathroom door and Rachel's voice on the other side...

"Mya? Are you okay in there, Hun?" she asked, concerned. She had stayed with me a few days following the 'Fish' incident because the nausea never let up. I was in utter denial of the possibility of my condition. Nevertheless, I fished my just-in-case pregnancy test out from under my sink and took it. Now, here I was: feeling like shit and making a life-changing discovery.

"No! I'm not okay at all!" I sobbed, unlocking the door and showing her the pregnancy test.

"Oh my God! Mya, I'm so sorry," she said, wrapping me in a tight hug and allowing me to cry as long as I needed to. She led me to the couch and I cried until the tears ran dry and my voice became hoarse. I was near sleep before I heard a knock on my door. 

"Don't you move," she said, getting to her feet. She looked out the peephole and let out an angry growl. "That son of a bitch!"

Before I knew what was happening, she swung the door open and was face to face with Angelo.

"Hey, Rachel! Is Mya-," he began before Rachel drew back and punched him right in the eye.

Angelo bellowed in pain and grabbed his eye. "What the fuck was that for?!" he shouted, gritting his teeth.

"That was for being a low-life, sleazy, lying son of a bitch!" she said, rubbing her fist. "Get the fuck outta here."

"Not until I talk to Mya," he said, looking down at the fiery redhead.

"Well, what if she doesn't want to talk to you?" she asked, mockingly.

"Then, I'll sit here until she does," he challenged. Angelo was every bit as stubborn as Rachel was so the conversation was going nowhere fast.

"Let him in, Rachel," I said in a hoarse voice. Rachel looked wildly at me over her shoulder.

"You heard her," he said with a smirk, "step aside."

As much as she didn't want to, Rachel side-stepped and allowed Angelo to enter.

"Rachel," I began, "Could you please run some errands or something for the next hour or so?"

Judging by the shocked, pissed-off expression, she didn't like the thought of that at all.

"But Mya-," she began, before I silenced her with a serious look.

"He has a right to know!" I said sternly. She nodded, defeated and turned toward the door. She looked at Angelo with a look of pure hatred and walked outside pulling the door shut behind her.

Shortly after the door closed, he slowly began to approach the sofa. "Listen, Mya, I-" he began but was cut short by my appearance: my eyes were bloodshot and almost swollen shut and my hair was disheveled.

"What's wrong, Baby Girl?" he asked, taking a seat beside me. I felt my heart grow heavy in my chest and the tears begin to well up in my exhausted eyes. He scooted closer to me and attempted to wrap his arms around me. I struggled to pull away but he was too strong. Soon, I gave in, wrapping my arms around his waist and began to cry. Again, I cried until there was nothing left and sobbed in silence.

"It's okay, Baby, let it out. I'm here, now and I'm not going anywhere," he said soothingly. It's funny how the last thing you want is the only thing you need. I closed my eyes and was completely content. I let the false security wash over me. "I love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

At those three words, my breath caught in my throat. "I-I'm pregnant," I said, unable to think of anything else to say.

"What?" he asked, pulling me away to search my face.

"I'm pregnant," I said, a little stronger this time, looking him deep in his hazel eyes.

"H-how do you know?" he stammered. I unsteadily got to my feet and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with the pregnancy test.

He looked at it with wide eyes, staring at it in utter disbelief.

"I-Is it mine?" he asked, looking at me.

I looked at him fiercely. "Of course it's your's!" I bellowed angrily.

"I'm sorry, Babe, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just this is such a shock," he said, dazed.

"You're fucking telling me?" I asked, borderline frustrated. The seconds of silence soon became minutes. "Fucking say something!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked simply, not looking up to see my eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant with my child?" he asked more specifically.

"I didn't know. I had just found out about a half-hour before you came over...honest" I said, sincerely.

"Well, that explains the punch in the eye," he said, bringing his fingers up to his purpling eye.

"That was only ¼ of what you deserved," I said only halfway kidding.

"I know, Love and I'm sorry...so fucking sorry. Oh, and just to let you know, this changes nothing. I love you and I want to be with you," he said, extending his hand to stroke my cheek.

I shook my head vigorously. "What if I don't want to be with you, Angelo?"

"Then I'll wait patiently until you want me again," he said simply. "I want to be involved in both you and my kid's life, Mya. Whether you want me there or not."

I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me. I didn't know if he was being 100% sincere or if he just felt obligated to do the right thing.

"I quit the movies. I came here as soon as everything was official. I didn't want to come fight for you and have to be in a position where I needed another flick. I'm done just for you and that was before I even knew about the baby. You mean the world to me, Mya. Just let me prove it to you," he said, tilting my chin up so I could look into his eyes.

I knew I would regret this decision and I knew Rachel would never forgive me but I deserved happiness and my baby deserved a father. "Okay, Angelo," I said with a slight nod, "One chance and if you blow it this time, no more. Baby or not," I declared.

"Thank you so much, Baby," he said, wrapping his long arms around me and kissing me. I could feel the smile on his lips making me smile in return. I knew that I was making a mistake but ignorance is bliss.



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 08



5 Months Later...

I laid on my back as Angelo gently separated my legs.

"I love you so much, Mya," he whispered, planting kisses along my inner thighs.

"I love you, too," I responded, watching as rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. The months had passed and everyday Angelo showed me how much we meant to him. Against my better judgment, I moved in with him two months ago after misjudging a step and falling down the stairs leading up to my apartment.

He was the first person to the hospital, beating even Rachel and demanded that I moved in with him so he could take care of me. I reluctantly agreed, realizing he was just afraid of how close he was to losing his son and possibly me.

He wrapped his fingers around the waistband of my panties and tugged them down. When he successfully got them off, he used his thumbs to separate my puffy, pink lips. He smiled, satisfied and looked up at me.

"You want me, don't you?" he asked, a lustful gleam dancing in his hazel eyes.

'Yes' would have been an understatement. Angelo had not had sex with me the entire time I'd been living with him. Sure, he licked my pussy until I came but he never fucked me, not once. Obviously, I was sexually satisfied, but something was missing.

"I asked you a question," he asked in a low voice. He dipped his head down and licked the wetness from my swollen lips.

"Yesss," I hissed as he sucked my clit and slid a finger into my tight, neglected cunt. "Please, Angelo... fuck me, I'm begging you!"

He avoided my eyes and kissed his way up and over my swollen belly, tracing the dark line that ran down it with his tongue. He used his large hands to grope my painfully sensitive breasts over my bra and reached behind me to unsnap it. He pulled it off and tossed it carelessly to the ground and admired my larger, erect nipples. He planted kisses over my breasts and breathed a hot breath on my left nipple before gently taking it into his mouth. I moaned as he swirled his tongue around it and lightly traced a circle around the other.

My body was on fire, pregnancy hormones were kicking my ass. I began to groan and beg him for my release. He obliged, descending my body again and diving into my soaked slit. He nipped and sucked on my clit while shoving two of his large fingers inside of me. It didn't take long before I felt the hot, vengeful pleasure build up in my loins.

With a deafening squeal, I came on his fingers, my walls crushing them. He withdrew them and sucked my juices off. Soon, he dipped his head back down to my pussy and audibly slurped it dry, making me bite my bottom lip in lust. Inevitably, I felt a heavy exhaustion roll over me and turned to my side to get some rest. He got up and walked to the side of the bed, kissing me on my forehead. "I love you so much," he whispered, making me smile sleepily.

It wasn't long before I heard the water turn on in the bathroom. He was taking a shower... I got to my feet and walked into the bathroom, not believing what I saw.

He had his eyes closed with his hand wrapped tightly around his rigid cock and was stroking vigorously. Anger gripped my chest. I was just begging him two minutes ago to fuck me and then he comes in here to fantasize about something else and jack off? I was pissed... until I heard what he was saying:

"Fuck, Mya! It feels so fucking good to be inside of you again... you have no idea how much I missed this," he groaned. After staring at him for what felt like an infinite amount of time. I watched as he shot wad after wad of his cum down the drain. I silently wished it was going inside of me or on me, for that matter. It just didn't make any sense. Why would he deprive me just to go fantasize about me? 

~*~*~*~

Before long, I heard the shower knobs squeak, indicating that he was getting out of the shower. My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I pictured him standing out of the shower, dripping wet and drying his body. After drying himself and putting on a pair of boxers, he slipped into bed beside me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "Good night, Baby," he whispered, thinking I was asleep but I had other plans.

I turned over to face him, a small smirk painting my face. I leaned in and gave him a light kiss on the lips. I knew that it was hard for Angelo to deny me and if he bit, things were gonna change...tonight. He returned the kiss with a little more passion than I had, making me smile inside. I parted my lips and traced his with my tongue. He let out a low groan before tangling his hands in my hair and kissing me roughly. I wrapped my leg around him and began to stroke his cock to life...before long, it was rock hard and standing at attention.

"Fuck," he groaned. I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him on his back before mounting him, his erection standing proudly behind me. "Mya, please get off of me."

Did I hear correctly? Did he just ask me to get off of him? What was wrong? He was rock hard, he had just masturbated to the thought of me... What the fuck? I dismounted him feeling a cluster of hurt and confusion. I turned my back to him and pulled the blanket up to my neck, tears silently fell from my eyes.

I tensed when I felt his arms wrapped around me. "Don't be sad, Baby. I can't do this with you," he explained, though I still did not understand.

"What do you mean you can't? What's changed?" I questioned, wiping my eyes dry.

"Mya, think about it: Every time we have sex, you get hurt in some way... smacked, bruised, bitten, choked. I've been having rough sex for so long, I don't trust myself with you...in this condition" he said evenly.

What the hell kind of bullshit was that?

"So you mean to tell me that the reason you haven't had sex with me in over two months is because you're scared you'll hurt me?" I asked, eyebrow raised.

He shook his head vigorously. "Not you, the baby," he said.

"Angelo, he will be fine! There's people that get in car accidents or fall down stairs," I said, pointing to myself, "and the baby is just fine."

"I guess you're right," he said after thinking for awhile. He flipped me on my back and crawled between my legs, careful not to press against my rounded belly. "I'm sorry, I was just being stupid," he whispered, peppering my neck with kisses and pulling my panties off. The cool air of the room felt amazing against my hot, sticky lips.

Soon, he began tracing my soaked slit, causing me to moan aloud. "Do you miss it?" he asked, teasing my clit.

"You have no fucking idea," I groaned, raising my hips off the bed, trying to get him inside.

"I do, too," he breathed as he slid inside of me, eliciting a shriek as my pussy stretched to accommodate him.

"Fuck, Angelo," I whispered, digging my nails into his shoulders. He threw his head back, beginning to lose control. He gripped my hair again and slammed forcefully inside of me. I surrendered to the powerful pleasure of his body crashing against mine and his cock pumping vigorously within my walls. It didn't take long before I felt an intense and long overdue orgasm wash over me, soaking his thighs.

Before I was able to take a breath, he flipped me over, pushing my face into the bed while pulling my hips up. He pushed my knees together, making my swollen lips poke out from behind me.

"Angelo, I-," I began only to be cut off.

"You fucking asked for this, now shut up and take it like I know you can," he growled, planting a sharp slap on my ass. I moaned, loving every second that Angelo was back to himself.

"Fuck me," I begged, pushing my ass against him.

With a dark chuckle, he pushed the head inside. I begged him to stop teasing me, but he simply laughed again. After a few minutes of relentless teasing, I gave up and waited patiently. That was what he wanted, to break me... and he did.

With no warning, he slammed into me, making me feel absolutely elated. A crazed smile painted my face as he pumped into me, forgetting my fragility. My scream surprised me as much as it did him as another orgasm took hold of my body.

"That's it Mya... cum for me, Baby," he commanded as his pace increased and his movements became short and choppy. I felt his cock stiffen inside of me and seconds later, his cum coated my walls. I turned my head to the side as an attempt to catch my breath. He slowly withdrew from my battered pussy and pulled my limp body toward the head of the bed.

"Do you think he's okay?" he asked, thoughtlessly rubbing my belly. Mylo kicked to answer his daddy's question. Angelo laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

"He's fine," I said as I ran my fingers through his hair. Everything felt so right and I realized how close I was to letting my guard down.



The Pornstar's Girlfriend Ch. 09



3 months later...

I never would have known that watching a former Pornstar put together a crib would be so entertaining. Angelo was sitting on the floor surrounded by crib pieces with a furrowed brow, reading the instructions. He had already put the crib together five different times incorrectly before he even took them out of the box. I had to remind him how important it was that the crib was put together correctly so Mylo would be safe...

"Do you need help?" I asked, sitting in his recliner with my feet up... He grunted an unintelligible reply and continued to read, "You know, maybe we should be setting the crib up in his room."

Angelo looked up from the instruction manual and stared daggers at me, silencing me.

"Sorry," I said, rubbing my hand over my now swollen-to-capacity belly. I was quickly approaching my 41st week and Mylo could be here any minute, yet my wonderful boyfriend wanted to until the last minute to put his crib together.

Over the last few months, Angelo and I had grown even closer. I had even begun to trust him again. When I was about seven months pregnant, Jack had gotten wind of the fact that I was pregnant and called to inform us of all the money to be made in pregnant porn. Angelo handled the situation perfectly, cursing him up one side and down the other, threatening bodily harm and/or his life if he ever contacted us again.

He wanted to do right by us and everyday he proved it to me. Now, seeing him so hellbent on finishing Mylo's nursery made me fall in love with him all over again. I was so tired, lugging around my tank of a belly was exhausting. I nodded out...

I awoke to find that I was still in Angelo's recliner, yet there was no Angelo or crib pieces in the living room with me. I hobbled to my feet and looked for Angelo. He wasn't in the bedroom or the restroom. When I went to Mylo's nursery, I found he wasn't there, either but when I entered, I saw that the crib was put together and perfect.

My right hand flew to my mouth as I looked around the room. Mylo's theme was Dr. Seuss and now that the crib was together everything jived. His walls were blue with a red line along the center and he had a stuffed Horton inside of his crib. His bookshelf was lined with all of the books and he had Thing 1 and Thing 2 bookends. A life-size Cat in the Hat decal was plastered to the wall, along with a plate of Green Eggs and Ham. A lot of this stuff wasn't here two hours ago.

Before I knew what was happening, Angelo's strong hands snaked around my swollen center. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear before planting a soft kiss to my exposed neck.

"I love it, Angelo. I love it so much," I responded, my voice barely over a whisper. He had surprised the hell out of me and it was then I knew that I was too far gone. I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life and I prayed that he wouldn't break my heart.

I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his solid chest. I stood on my tiptoes to give him a passionate kiss. I grabbed his arm and led him to our bedroom, closing Mylo's door behind us. Angelo had just been so perfect that I thought he deserved a bit of appreciation. When we made it to the bedroom, I took a seat on the edge of the bed, my large belly between my legs. I pulled him close to me and massaged his cock through his sweats until his hard cock jutted outward, creating quite a tent.

"Fuck, Mya," he groaned, looking up at the ceiling. I gripped the waistband and pulled it downward over his erection, coming face to face with its pure glory. I took his throbbing, hard cock in my hand, relishing in the feel of it. I felt the blood surging through the blue and purple veins that adorned it. I loved his cock and I took this moment to pay homage to it as I kissed and cradled it, lovingly. I inhaled his masculine scent and took the head in my mouth, eliciting a sharp inhale from Angelo.

"Jesus, Mya, you're so fucking good at that," he praised as I took him into my throat. I guess it made me feel amazing for an ex-pornstar to praise my dick-sucking skills... as perverse as that may seem.

I smiled around his cock as I increased my speed, feeling his dickhead prod the back of my throat with every lunge. I relished in his praises as I continued to service him. Soon, he was shooting his tart load down my throat, yelling praises all the way.

When he got his bearings, he lightly pushed me on my back and slid my soaked panties down my thighs. I didn't want anything in return. I was just showing him how much I appreciated him and I voiced that.

"I have to have your pussy," he said simply as he guided himself into me.

"Shit," I whined when his bottomed out inside of me. Avoiding my belly, he slowly began to move inside of me, making thorough, purposeful thrusts.

"Mya, I love you so fucking much," he whispered as he kissed my cheeks and forehead.

"I love you, too," I responded, nibbling my bottom lip and staring into his hazel eyes. God, he had no idea how much he meant to me. He held me as if I could disappear at any moment. Taking his time to make me feel like my body was absolutely on fire. Soon, my breathing quickened and I was feeling the telltale pressure in my core.

"Angelo, I'm about to cum," I said, spreading my legs even further so that every thrust grazed my g-spot.

"Cum for me, Baby. I want to feel you cum on my cock," he whispered, capturing my lips with his and he pulled all the way out and slammed back in to the hilt.

I screamed into his mouth as I exploded. "Fuck!" he grunted as my pussy mercilessly milked him of every last drop of his seed.

"That's it, Mya... let go," he whispered, planting kisses along my neckline as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm. As usual, when he dismounted me, he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. I drifted to sleep, yet again.

It seemed as though I had just fallen asleep before I felt myself being shaken back to reality.

"Mya, wake up," Angelo's panicked voice said in my ear.

"Huh?" I grumbled, opening an eye.

"Don't freak out but I think your water broke," he said, his face and voice unreadable.

I sat up quickly and looked around me, sure enough, I, as well as the bed, was covered in a clear fluid. Angelo helped me to the side of the bed and to my feet. As soon as I stood up, more fluid cascaded down my legs...disgusting.

I was in shock but surprisingly, Angelo kept his cool, cleaning me up, getting us both dressed, and grabbing our emergency bag. Soon, we were on our way to the hospital.

~*~*~*~

"Push, Mya!" Dr. Delany coached.

"I can't!" I retorted. After three hours of straight pushing with no luck, I was feeling absolutely deflated.

I was short, bitchy, and a little crude by this point and Angelo stood beside me and took it all, letting it roll off his back.

"Baby, you're so close. I can see his head, he has lots of hair," Angelo said, excitedly.

"That's what you said fifty fucking pushes ago," I spat as another contraction ripped through my body.

"Mya, you can have your son out in three pushes or less or we can wheel you into surgery for a Cesarean. What would you rather do?" Dr. Delany said, sternly. I weighed my options and decided to continue to push. If I was gonna have a Cesarean, I could have done that hours ago and I didn't want this all to be for nothing.

~*~*~*~

At 4:47 am, Mylo Jericho Bennett came into the world... exactly three pushes later. 8 pounds, 12 ounces, 22 inches long. He was a big boy and that was the reason for the hard labor. I heard his cry and I began to join him. He was perfect in everyway, though he looked more like his father than I cared to admit... He was our son, our everything. Tears fell from my eyes as I watched Angelo cut his cord. After they cleaned him up, Angelo put him into my arms. It felt like a dream.

After my parents, Rachel, and Daniel all came and gone, Angelo took him into his arms and sat in the chair beside the bed. He began to sing him a soft lullaby, melting my heart and putting me to sleep in the process.

When my eyes opened, sunshine was shining in through the window. "Say 'Good Morning, Mommy,'" Angelo said, placing a very awake Mylo into my arms. I stared into his big hazel eyes and he stared back at me. This little boy had me.

I reached for my water from the tray on the side of my bed and noticed a beautiful ring shining on my ring finger. I stared at it a bit confused.

"Angelo, wh-," I began, turning towards him. When I looked at him, he was already on one knee. Shock covered my face as he began to speak:

"Mya, you made me a better man and for that I am eternally grateful. You love me unconditionally and I love you as well. You have made my life whole and have filled a void that I have had inside of me for a very long time. You and Mylo mean everything to me and without you two, I am nothing. Please, let me be the man, the husband that you deserve," he said sincerely.

My heart thudded audibly in my chest. Angelo was proposing to me. He wanted to be my husband. Was this real?

I wanted to say 'yes' more than anything in this world, but I couldn't. I was afraid of being hurt and disappointed. Plus, it wasn't just me anymore, I had Mylo as well.

Seeing me struggle with the decision, Angelo came closer and grabbed my hand.

"Please, Mya, I love you. I will make everything right and you know I would never hurt Mylo. I can be everything you need if you just let me," he said, planting a kiss on it.

I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Yes, Angelo, I'll marry you," I said, almost seeing the weight leave my shoulders and transfer to his.

~*~*~*~

We were married four months after the proposal. We've been married now for almost a year and things have been going very well... Soon after the wedding, we moved to a larger house in the suburbs and he carried me over the threshold. He continues to show me everyday that I made the right decision to marry him.

He makes me feel loved, respected, and protected. I look forward to what life has in store for us because I know that regardless, we have each other and what we have is rock-solid. Aside from our video camera fetish, we're just like any other couple...It's crazy to me how now I'm a Marketing Specialist's wife but a little over a year and a half ago I was a Pornstar's Girlfriend.

THE END