The Pornstuff Girlfriend

I woke up late. I couldn't figure out what to do about Zoey's work. The stuff on the last day was a bit too much for me. But I couldn't just tell her to quit her job outright. I didn't wanna be that guy. Not when she caught me jacking off to those videos last night.

Zoey had already left for her work. She left a note on the fridge saying she didn't wanna disturb my sleep.

"You at work yet?" I texted her.

After a couple of minutes, her response popped up. "No. Heavy traffic today."

"Sorry I couldn't drive you today," I apologized.

"It's fine. I only had to take the bus halfway. Jaden just picked me up. He says he can pick me up every day."

"Oh. That's good. But I will be fine driving you most of the days."

"Yeah, I prefer that too. And he is kind of a reckless driver."

"Crap. Now I feel bad about ditching the drive."

"Don't be. It's not that he speeds or runs through red lights or anything. He just... um... masturbates and drives."

"Huh! Why am I not surprised?" I wrote. "What a pervert."

"I tried to tell him off for doing this but apparently he made a habit of doing this. I was really uncomfortable with him driving like this. So we devised a solution."

I paused for a second. Was it going the way I thought it was? I decided to probe more and call her.

She picked up immediately. "Yeah."

"So what was the solution?" I asked.

"Well, I have to jerk him off while he drives. I don't want him crashing the car with me in it."

Sure, it was better than probably causing an accident, but I didn't have to be happy about it. I was sure it was one of his ploy to get a handjob from my girlfriend.

I sighed. It was nothing she hadn't already done with her coworkers. "Just be careful out there, cupcake. I'm sure the guys stay awake all night plotting how to take advantage of you."

She laughed at my warning. "Okay, Mr Worry Pants. But don't you love your girl getting a bit naughty with her boys?"

I rolled my eyes, but she was not there to see it. "If it stopped at 'a bit' and 'your boys' weren't the quarterbacks of the perverse league, then I would have nothing to worry about.

"Ouch." I heard Zoey shriek.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, babe. Jaden's being such a baby."

"What do you mean?"

"He bit me."

"How old is he? Four?"

"Yeah, that's what I just said."

"Tell him I will beat him up if he doesn't keep his jaws in check," I said jokingly, but I wasn't joking, not really.

Zoey laughed at that. "He didn't bite that hard. It's, you know, my nipples are very sensitive."

Of course. That fucking pig. "How long has he been doing that?"

"Only when the car stops at the red light or in traffic. Right now, there's a huge line of cars dead still in front of us."

"Can you tell him to stop? This is too....." I started complaining but Zoey interrupted me.

"Yeah, he's already let me go. Wait a sec, I have to lube his cock up."

"Does he seriously carry lubes in the car? Or is it baby oil? Sounds like a Diddy party going on." I scoffed. But she didn't respond. I guessed she was busy pouring the lubes.

I waited for her to finish. One, two, three minutes passed, but I couldn't hear her voice.

"Hello. Hello!! Zoey!!" She still didn't respond. I waited for another minute.

"All done, babe." Zoey was back on the line. But she sounded out of breath.

"That took a while."

"Yeah, you know I'm not used to stuffing a long cock in my throat. So, it took a while to adjust."

Holy fucking shit.

"Have you just sucked his cock?"

"No, it's not sucking actually. I just had to lube it with my saliva."

"Couldn't you just spit on it?"

"And risking getting spit on the car seat or his pants? Don't be silly."

"Crap. What will I do with you?"

"Are you mad, babe? I was just helping him out," I imagined her pouting while saying this.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Then send a dick pic right now and show me you are not hard."

Well, that took a wrong turn. And she hit the nails. I'd already come to terms with having a different mind in my penis. "And what does that have to do with anything?"

"Maybe you secretly love seeing your girl a bit 'helpful'," she replied with a sultry voice.

"I gotta go. You know I have an interview later today."

"Okay, babe. Jokes aside, I'm sorry. I should have asked you before doing this."

"Yeah, you should've."

"So, I'm asking now. Remember when Britney made me eat cum from her mouth yesterday? Do you mind if I get payback so she doesn't pull stunts like that any more?"

"Sure. You should do that."

"Thanks, babe."

We ended the call after saying our goodbyes.

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After a couple of hours, I headed to the company for my interview. It was a mid-sized pharma, opening a branch in my state. The role was IT support. A bit below my expertise but I was desperate. Getting this job might let Zoey quit her job with the perverts.

The traffic was indeed so heavy today. I started much earlier but still it was cutting very close. The office was less than half a kilo away but I was stuck. I would lose the car and walk the rest if I could find anywhere to park. But it was unlikely.

Ding! I got a message. Zoey. She sent a video.

I had nothing to do except wait for traffic to clear. So, I hit play.

The scene started with Zoey walking down the hallway to the living room. She was topless and had a skimpy pair of g strings on her bottom. I wasn't surprised at her being topless, but I didn't see the g strings before. The camera was following her.

Britney was on her phone as usual and eating some snacks. She didn't pay any mind to Zoey approaching her.

Zoey stood before Britney. Before she could figure out what was going on, Zoey bowed down, grabbed her chin and locked Britney's open mouth with hers.

The liplock lasted only a few seconds before Zoey let her go. She turned to the camera and did a victory dance. Behind her Britney looked like she was choking and ran away from the scene.

That was the video. When she said that she was gonna get payback, I thought she would have a talk or prank her other way, not do the same thing to her. Either way, she ended up having cum of another man in her mouth, again.

Fuck. I was incredibly pissed off at this and even more at the huge tent on my pants. I got an interview in twenty minutes, for god's sake.

She messaged me again. "I'm sorry, I know you will be mad at this, but Victor was being an ass and left me no choice." Then another video popped up in the chat.

I hesitated to play this one. But looking at the front window, the traffic gave no indication to move an inch. What the hell. I pressed play.

Victor was holding the phone that showed Zoey sitting on her knees with one hand on his ballsack and the other furiously stroking up and down his whole length.

"How long is it gonna take?" Zoey asked impatiently, looking at the camera. "My hand is beginning to hurt."

"Told you, it's gonna take a looong time to finish me just with your hands. You know what to do."

"Don't be an ass. I know you are holding it. You ain't even looking at my tits."

"Can you blame me for being a gentleman?"

"Yeah!" Zoey scoffed. "Then who was groping me for twenty minutes as soon as I got through the door, huh?"

"Then you could say I already had my daily dose of tits."

Zoey rolled her eyes at him. "I told you. My boyfriend doesn't like when I do this."

"You are kinda doing this for him, you know. You're just making sure Bree doesn't prank you like that anymore."

"You are right, but...." A look of hesitation clouded her face.

"It's fine. It'll be over in a couple of minutes."

Then Zoey shrugged and moved her lips toward his cock. She first put her tongue between his peehole and swirled it back and forth. Then she wasted no time engulfing about half of it in her mouth and began bobbing up and down. Victor grabbed her hairs in a fist and held it above her head.

"Come on, girl. You can go deeper."

In response, Zoey gave him a death glare while keeping a straight pace. Victor stopped prodding her further.

This went on for a couple of minutes. If not for the timestamp on the video player, I would have guessed ten minutes minimum. 'Time slows down when your girlfriend sucks another dude's cock.' - Albert Einstein. The only consolation I could get out of this was that Zoey probably was not enjoying doing this.

"Are you there yet?" Zoey asked like a bored kid on a long drive.

"Give some attention to the twins," Victor said, pointing to his balls.

Then came another death glare from Zoey.

"Do you want to finish this quickly or not? Or are you enjoying this too much?" He kept prodding her.

But thankfully, Zoey didn't budge. She changed her techniques. Instead of blowing his shaft, she kept her mouth only around his cockhead. Judging by the swells on her cheek, her tongue was very busy. Her right hand started jerking him off at a desperate pace. The left one was on his balls but hidden to the camera.

Judging by the shaking of the camera, this was working. It took less than a minute for Victor to have a shaking orgasm. Zoey kept her mouth locked on his cock but her hand didn't stop. When she let go of his manhood, not a single drop of cum could be found on it. She sucked the life-force out of him.

This ended the video. I knew the rest. Mixed emotions enveloped my mind. On one hand, that was the single hottest thing I had ever watched in my life. On the other, my girlfriend starred in it.

Loud honking from the back broke my chain of thought. I didn't notice that the cars in front of me had already advanced around fifty meters and I was the one blocking the people behind. I decided not to think about her for now and hit the gas.

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Around fifty people were there. It was one of those interviews. Primary filtering. The job was nothing fancy, but the industry was struggling. All of them had the same desperate look as me. The receptionist handed me a bottle of water and told me to sit down. She would call my name when it was my turn. In which order only god knows.

Another ding! The last thing I needed right then. Luckily it was not any video or picture. Zoey just texted me to say she was running some errands. She was going to the mall to buy some costumes, toys and stuff. And alone. I was thankful for her getting away from the hellhole, even for a little time only.

The reception area was a snooze fest. Everyone was keeping to themselves. After around half an hour, Zoey messaged me again.

"Babe, I'm buying some clothes for the studio. Jaden is very picky about costumes. So I have to try it out and show them if they approve. I was asking if you would be okay with this."

"Sure, why not?"

"I mean, these are very naughty, and you sounded mad at me earlier. That's why I am making sure."

Was she serious? She stayed topless and blew her coworkers, and here she was, asking for permission to model in some lingerie or something. Well, good girl. Better late than never. I decided to play along.

"Okay, you can send the photo of the piece to me before modelling in it. I will tell you if I approve," I sent.

"Okey dokey."

Seconds later, she sent the photo of a nightie. Blue baby doll nighty or whatever it was called. Semi sheer fabrics. Zoey owned some like these and whenever she wore it to bed, I knew we were game.

"Looks hot. But remember to wear panties under it, by the way," I messaged.

"Cool."

A minute later, a message popped in the group chat - "Jaden's Harem". I clicked on it even though I hated the implication behind the group name. I had to see what my girl sent to them.

There she was, inside an unusually large and brightly lit dressing room. She looked way hotter in the nighty than the models who advertised them. Every curve of her body flourished under the transparent fabric. Her naked boobs under the barely-there garment looked even sexier than topless. A pair of blue thongs set the mood even hotter. They came as a set, probably.

"Get this one. You look fuckable as hell in that girl." Jaden replied to the photo.

"Agreed. Man, I would take you right on that bench if I were there," Victor joined. Damn, they were becoming braver day by day. I really needed to do something about the language.

"Thanks. So, that's 1," Zoey replied.

Thanks? These guys were talking about fucking her, and she thanked them. God.

I thought about talking to her right then, but my gaze fell onto my crotch. A tent was beginning to form there. Worst place and time. I have to stop visiting the group chat and just let her show the items only.

Next came a photo of a tank top and denim shorts lying on the bench to my inbox. They probably had a smaller real estate than a bikini set.

"Looks fine," I replied.

After a short while, a message came from the group chat. I forced myself not to open it. The last thing I needed was to show my future bosses the anatomy of the Eiffel Tower.

The next one was a set of lingerie bras and panties.

"Go ahead. And don't bother waiting for my approval. I would tell you if I don't approve." These seemed decent enough.

"Thanks, babe."

It took some time for the next message to come. I almost dropped my phone after eyeing her next items of clothing. It was a crotchless lingerie set. Only strings on the border of the triangle but there was nothing covering the main thing it was supposed to cover. The top was also in the same manner, more like a push up bra. But it would expose the whole breast to the sunlight.

I was going to type "Definitely not this one" but just in that moment, I heard the receptionist calling my name.

"That's me," I spoke out.

She trotted to me and gave me the nod to follow her. I started to walk alongside her and kept typing the message to Zoey.

"No phone in the interview, please. And put it to silent," she eyed me judgmentally as if to say I was not serious about this job.

I'd almost finished writing the text and pressed the send button while putting it in my pocket.

The interview went well, I think. The head of IT was being a 'dude' after learning we shared the same high school. Small world. We joked about some old teachers. My interview took almost triple the amount of time than the others.

After about an hour, I was again in the traffic. This time I learnt there was some protest going on about something that I didn't even bother to care about. But those fuckers blocked an important intersection which caused a city-wide jam.

Oh, Zoey. I completely forgot about that. I checked her message and almost got a heart attack right then. My last message was still written in the bottom text box on the app. I must have failed to hit the send button properly in my hurry. Fuck!

I erased the words. Why bother? It was already done. Zoey had already sent a few more photos.

After the crotchless abomination of a lingerie, there was the shortest skirt I had ever laid my eyes on. Then came some photos of some sex toys -- dildos, buttplugs, anal beads, strap-ons. Why was she showing me these? These should be common props for a porn studio. Then her last message nearly stopped my heartbeat.

"Babe, tell me if you mind me trying out these toys, okay. The boys are really egging me to do this."

No way. No store in the state would allow this. I needed to check the group chat to find out what the fuck was going on.

With a shaking finger with trepidation, I opened the group and quickly scrolled over in a blur to the point I had last witnessed. I had to read these in order to stay sane.

Zoey sent a photo of her in the crop top and shorts. The bottom hem of the top barely covered her nipples and let her underboobs bare.

Britney: I like the top. I had one similar but I lost it when I moved apartments.

Jaden: Does it show your nips?

Zoey: You blind? It doesn't.

Victor: He meant when you raise your hands or something.

Zoey: Lemme check.

Zoey sent a video of around 15 seconds. She placed the phone on the bench facing her and moved back a bit to let it capture her whole frame. Then she raised her hands as high as she could. The top raised with her too, letting her nipples pop out in the open. She fixed it. This time, she began bouncing up and down. The hem of the top kept getting pulled up at each hop. After five seconds, the whole tits were out in the air again. Then she moved to the phone and stopped the video.

Zoey: I guess this one is not fine.

Jaden: Are you crazy, girl? Definitely get this one.

Zoey: Really?

Jaden: Yes.

Zoey sent another photo of her in lingerie.

Fuck! Was that see-through? Was she wearing anything under the bottom piece? I didn't think so. I should've noticed it before giving her the okay with this one.

Tina: I love this one. That must be see-through, right?

Victor: I think so. Hard to say in this light.

Jaden: Zo, can you face the light and zoom the camera on your cunt?

The next photo showed only her crotch area. The direct light of the phone's flash rendered the sheer fabric practically transparent that failed to cover Zoey's clean-shaved pussy.

Victor: I want a piece of that.

Jaden: Don't we all, bro?

Tina: Enough, perverts. Zoey, take this one. And put the next one one.

There came the crotchless set. The last one at least had a pretentious modesty, but this time, her aroused, wet pussy gleamed right at the camera.

I was sick to my bones and hard as a rock at the same fucking time. I noticed this time Zoey didn't even send the photo in full frame. She just straight-up sent her pussy pic. There was a faint evidence of wetness in her slit. Damn, she was quickly being dangerously conditioned to their debauchery.

I skipped the 'complients' as I knew what they would say and stopped at the next photo.

Zoey sent the photo of a huge black dildo.

Zoey: Does it look the right size?

Britney: Not sure. Is there anything written on the label?

Zoey: Nope.

Britney: Then I guess you have to try it out.

Zoey:???

Britney: Try it out.

Zoey: Are you kidding me? Try a dildo in a store?

Jaden: It's fine. The owner is a brother. We go a long way. Call me if they give you trouble for this?

Zoey: Okay, fine.

Zoey: I think it fits.

Britney: Are you sure? Looks a bit fat.

Victor: Pics or didn't happen.

Zoey: I hate you guys.

Then Zoey sent a short clip of the dildo half buried in her pussy. Then she slowly pushed it back and forth for a few seconds before getting it out and stopping the video.

There were a few more photos. Ones where she was wearing the short skirt and bowing down facing her ass to the camera. And no underwear, 'obviously'. This time her pink butthole came into view too. It was not hard to guess what the guys said to persuade her into posing like this.

The traffic seemed to open up in front of me. I was grateful for it as it let my nerves take a break from the texts.

At the next intersection, I changed my route and decided to get my girlfriend. I couldn't leave her to the wolves too long.

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I sped up after the traffic cleared and reached the cabin in around half an hour. The door of the house was open and I got myself inside. Zoey wasn't in the living room.

There were only two people. Victor was pounding the hell out of a girl from behind. Her head was buried in the couch cushion. I guessed it was Tina, judging by her uncanny resemblance to my girlfriend, even from the back.

I was going to ask them about Zoey's whereabouts but then thought otherwise. They looked really in the zone and near climax, looking at the pace.

Just as I was stepping into the hallway, a voice kicked the soul out of my body.

"Babe, where.... are.... you going?"