The Pornstuff Girlfriend Ch 02

At around 8, I sat on the kitchen counter with my coffee. I felt a kiss behind my neck.

"Good morning, sunshine. When did you wake up?" my girlfriend asked. She was wearing an almost see-through white nightgown. Her hard nipples protruded from the thin fabric.

"Half an hour ago. Cupcake, you should go to work in this gown. I bet the guys will love the nipple show," I joked, but she probably found a little sarcasm in that.

"Hmm, And I bet you loved that the guys loved my nipples," she said with a sultry tone.

God, she was awake last night. I wasn't comfortable talking about that. It was embarrassing enough to admit to myself. I decided to put the ball in her court. "You know, Jaden promised me nothing naughty would happen again to make you uncomfortable."

"And nothing did," she said as a matter of fact.

"What do you mean? They touched you again after that."

"Yes, they did. But they gave me enough time to protest. I didn't. So, no. They didn't make me uncomfortable. If they did, I would have stopped them."

"But why weren't you uncomfortable, Zoey?" I raised my eyebrows. Looking at her expression, I realized I asked the right question.

She straddled my lap and locked her arms behind my neck. "Because It's not that big of a deal. Watching people have sex in front of me all day makes me a little horny. So, it's kind of my way of letting out some steams. It's not like I'm cheating on you. You trust me, right?"

I felt I was trapped. "I do, cupcake, and you know it." But I was sure she would stop if things went too far. And the animalistic sex I could have with her horny state every night was more than just a bonus.

She smiled and kissed me. The kiss was a contrast to last night's. It was soft, sensual, and a 'thanks for not getting mad' kiss. She broke it and went upstairs to get ready.

She came down after twenty minutes. I was relieved to find her wearing a more modest outfit than yesterday: jeans and a T-shirt. "Baby, I'm taking the bus now. But can you pick me up after work? I'll call."

"Sure. The same place?"

"No, another house. Let me add you to our group chat. All the details are there."

"Why'd I wanna be on your work group?"

"Barely anything serious goes on the chat. We just fool around. Bye." Zoey left, kissing me goodbye.

I heard a ting on my phone that indicated I had been added to the chat. I checked it out. The group chat was named "Jaden's Harem." Moron. I rolled my eyes. There were only a few people. I learned the cameraman's name was Daniel, and the Latina girl from yesterday was Britney Cox. Stage name, I guessed. The asshole Victor was there too. There was another white girl named Tina, another star, probably.

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I concentrated on my job hunting again. After an hour, I got tired and decided to go for a run.

At around twelve, I decided to call my girlfriend. She picked up almost instantly, and her smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Hi baby, how's your day going?"

"Boring. Went for a run after a long time. You?"

"Kinda same. I barely have any work after the set is ready." She switched to the back camera. I saw the same couple from yesterday going at it a dozen feet away. The cameraman, Daniel, was busy filming and was even busier jerking off with his other hand. I guessed they indeed were an amateur studio.

"Looks like they are the ones doing all the hard work."

"They sure do. They are the stars, after all." Zoey switched to the front camera again and placed the phone on the coffee table before her.

Now, I could see her whole couch that I was not ready for. Jaden was sitting beside her with his one hand over Zoey's shoulder. He was naked like the day he was born and was jerking it like this was the day he would die. My girlfriend snuggled up to him and resumed the conversation as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And that bastard waved to me.

"So, apply for any jobs today?" she asked me like there wasn't a long hard dick a foot away from her face.

I tried to keep a nonchalant face. If she was cool with it, I didn't wanna make a scene. But another guy was cool with it, too. Too cool. My dick was hard as a rock.

"Nah! Even all the shitty jobs are taken these days."

"You can always work for me, bro. I bet you'd make a good pornstar." Jaden half-joked. Zoey feigned anger and playfully slapped his hand. Yep, that hand. I couldn't be sure if her hand touched his dick or not.

"I'm good, mate. I don't want all of your ladies to get addicted to me."

I wish I could say we all laughed at that joke, but all I heard was a grunt from Jaden. His cock erupted, and ropes and ropes of thick cum shot up on his bare chest. But what shocked me the most was that Zoey didn't flinch. One drop almost hit her in the face but landed a couple of inches away on his chest.

Zoey's eyes were glued to his junk. Either she was too shocked to move, or she expected to catch some on her face.

"Baby, I have to go. This jerk has spoiled himself again," she said while grabbing some tissues from the coffee table. Then she ended the call.

I sat stunned for a minute. Was she gonna hand him over the tissues? Or was she gonna clean it herself?

I decided not to beat myself up about it. I could beat another thing, though, which was hard as a rock.

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I arrived to pick up my girlfriend. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I could hear some giggling from inside.

My girlfriend opened the door after I knocked again.

"Babe, you're just in time." She pulled me inside by my hand.

I said hi to everyone. The pornstar for today, Britney, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. This is the first time I met her in person. Being in this industry made people more outgoing, I guessed.

Britney was wearing a tight tube top and booty shorts. I tried not to stare, but I remembered the guys' antics. I thought Britney wouldn't mind, but if my girlfriend did, she had to be the biggest hypocrite in town.

"Sit on the couch. We have a gift for you." Zoey almost shoved me to the couch. "All yours, Britney."

I saw with wide eyes Britney come over and straddle me in reverse cowgirl. She wasted no time to start grinding her ass on my pants. Neither did my boner.

"Anybody getting married tomorrow or something?" I had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"Just enjoy, dude." Jaded gave me a thumbs-up and started music on the sound system.

"Oh, he's enjoying alright. I can already feel it." Britney said, craning her neck to look at me.

I wouldn't say she was as good as a professional lap dancer. But man, the view was magnificent. Her skimpy shorts left barely anything to the imagination. I looked over to my left and found Zoey's eyes glued to my crotch. She had an analytical look on her face. Like she was fascinated by the athletic part of the lap dance, not the erotic part.

Britney started squeezing my hardness between her soft ass cheeks. If there were no fabric between us, I would have painted her white a minute earlier. I could probably last for another ten seconds.

My girlfriend understood my state from my facial expression. She stopped her colleague and helped her get up from me.

Then, she straddled me herself. She hovered over my crotch, giving me time to get back in the game.

Her jeans-clad ass touched my tent after a minute. Unlike the other girl, she was facing me. She started nibbling my left ear. Then she started French kissing. I was in bliss.

Pretty soon I was near the edge again. Even nearer than before. But my girlfriend suddenly bolted off my lap like she just remembered the oven was still on. I groaned in frustration.

"Sorry for the blue balls, babe. But I need to save you for later," she smirked.

"So, tell me, Damien. Who was better? Me or your girl?" Britney asked me from my left, propping her hands on my shoulder.

Was she kidding me? While she had a better technique, Zoey was much more sensual. Even if she wasn't, I was not thick-headed enough not to choose my own girlfriend with her present.

"You were pretty great. But, sorry, I think she was a bit better."

Britney pouted, and my girlfriend howled in triumph. "THREE BY TWO, BITCH!! HA-HA!!"

"Wait, what do you mean by...." Zoey didn't let me finish. She grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to the car. She was horny as a wolf in heat.

"Cupcake, what did you mean by three-two?" I asked while starting the car.

"Three guys loved my lap dance more than hers," she responded matter-of-factly.

"You gave lap dances to all the guys? Even the camera dude?" I asked, in cold voice that wasn't lost on her.

"So what? Even you got one from each of us. Don't make it sound like a big deal." There was a little annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not bothered. Just saying." I didn't wanna upset her after getting some awesome actions earlier. I also needed her to take care of my blue balls once we got home. "Btw, who was the fifth guy? Me, Jaden, Victor and the cameraman, what's his name, Daniel. And who else?"

She didn't answer me instantly. Rather her hand caressed my inner thigh. She flashed me a sultry, mischievous grin. "You'll see on the behind-the-scenes videos, babe."

God, I didn't like the sound of that. Except for one organ of mine.