Virgin Porn Star

Virgin Porn Star Part2

Vincent's POV

As I continuously pounded into the girl lying on the table, I tried to drown out her moans and screams and reminded myself to grunt now and then, because all I could think about was how much I would rather be at home right now, watching a movie in my home theatre. Everyday I wondered why I kept this job. I had made enough money already to last me the rest of my life even with such large bills on my expensive cars, and rather large mansion. Hell, I had more than enough money. The amount of money I had could pay for about three generations of living the lifestyle I do.

So why didn't I just quit? Why do I even bother showing up any more? But I knew exactly why. Without my job, I had nothing. No wife, no kids, no parents, no siblings. I was alone without my job. I was raised in a foster home, and had never found my self close to anyone. Ever.

I still remember the day Rick found me lying on on my back on the sidewalk one morning, where I had slept the night before, because I had nothing. I remember it like it was yesterday. I had woke up from the morning sun's glare, and had looked up to see a man standing above me. At first, I had been a little afraid, wondering why this odd man was smiling at me with this odd look of his face.

I had tried to sound harsh, and had sternly asked, "What the fuck are you lookin' at?!"

He had replied, "Your dick." in such a calm manner.

I wouldn't have thought anything of it, except for the words that he had said. I remember that I had felt shock, and the first thing I could think of was to get out of there. As fast as I could.

Just as I was about to shoot up, and make a run for it, he had reached forward, and grabbed ahold of my shoulders saying with a smile, "Woah, woah, woah, hold on a minute. It's not what your thinking, just hear me out."

He then proceeded to tell me that his name was Rick, and he worked for a porn production company, and had seen my.. errghh.. morning wood.. and had noticed that I was fairly big and had offered me a job. Which I of course had accepted. I had just turned 18 and was kicked out of my foster home because I was legally an adult and wasn't attending school anymore because I had dropped out.

That was three years ago. And here I am, 21 years old, rich as can be. You'd think I'd be happy, and I used to be. When I first started, life was great. I was making all the money in the world, getting sex with beautiful girls all the time. I was living the life. I'm still living that life, but it doesn't have the appeal it used to for me. And at the same time, without it, I would be even worse.

I tried to clear my head and get back to reality. I looked down at the girl on the table. She was just like the rest of them. I'd seen countless numbers of naked girls in this buissness, so this one in particular was nothing special to me. But then again, none of them were anything special to me.

When I first started, each time I was brought in front of the cameras, I would be hard. These girls used to get me hard. Not any more. Nothing could make me hard anymore. Seems unlikely, me being male and all, but spending every day around these types of girls, it gets old. My job was sex, I was paid for sex, sex was my life, everything I did revolved around the fact that I had sex for a living. Sex wasn't fun, it was a job for me. That's all us porn stars are, is actors. Moaning, screaming, grunting, shouting, all when necessary. When, in reality, we feel nothing. It brings us no joy.

Most of the men in the buisiness, like me, took pills to keep our erections. The women must all feel like rag dolls. You didn't make friends in this buissness. You worked, and went on with life. That's just the way it goes when your a porn star.

The girl on the table screamed out in fake ecstasy, bringing me out of my thoughts. That was my cue. I pulled out of her, and leaned against the table. She climbed down off of it and got on her knees. I panted in fake anticipation. I shoved my fingers into her hair, and thrusted my dick into her mouth. I let out a sigh boredom, which I played off as a sigh of pleasure. The girl sucked on me hard and fast, like they all do, and a minute later, I threw my head back and shouted out in a fake orgasm.

"ANDDD CUT!" the director shouted. A loud buzzer went off, and the girl let go of her hold on me, and we both went our separate ways to our dressing rooms. Maybe I would see her again, maybe I wouldn't. We were just here to do our jobs.

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