The Pornstuff Girlfriend

We didn't speak a single word. I didn't because I thought I made myself perfectly clear. Zoey didn't because she was afraid, judging by her facial expression. The sharp silence could cut through steel.

After returning home, I heated some leftovers and got to eating. Zoey joined me a few minutes later. I didn't look at her but could sense her staring at me tentatively.

"I'm sorry, babe. I know I hurt you."

"I'm fine."

"But are we? Are

we

fine?"

I turned to her this time. I held both her cheeks and forced a smile. "We're fine. Never think otherwise, okay?" Then I kissed her forehead. "There were some bad judgments on both our parts. But we'll pull through it."

"You have to trust me. I didn't try to make you mad. I genuinely thought you were okay with this."

"To be honest, I was. To some extent. But I should have communicated with you better."

She gave me a faint smile and buried her head in my chest. "What now?"

"I was serious when I said that you should quit this job. I am confident about getting that job. So we should be fine financially. For now."

She didn't reply. I knew she wasn't thrilled about quitting it. But what could I do? I took her silence as agreement.

The next couple of days were weird. Well, we were fine. We were as lovey-dovey as always. Had sex every night. But I felt like we lost a certain spark. This job birthed a new Zoey. So much more playful, spicy, adventurous and more importantly - horny. Now, she was back to the old Zoey. And I missed that. God, I missed that! But she was not to blame. My weakness let her venture more than I could chew.

The next day, we were lounging on the couch watching a 90s sitcom. Zoey was not paying attention. Something was bothering her.

"Spit it out, babe," I poked her.

"What?"

"There's something on your mind."

She squirmed a bit at this. "Well, you know I already texted Jaden that I quit and he understood. But he wanted to throw a farewell party for me."

"Huh! An orgy I bet. Definitely no."

"That's what I said to him. But he was a bit pushy."

"Don't tell me you agreed to go," I raised my eyebrows at her.

"No! I just said that I would think about it and talk with you."

"And you did talk with me. I am not letting you go there again."

"Okay," she muttered. She looked visibly sad making me feel guilty for being a controlling boyfriend.

"I know you loved the job and it would be fair to join the farewell to bid them a proper goodbye. But we both know things wouldn't stop at that. I'm sorry to force things on you like this."

"I didn't

love

the job. It was okay. But I was earning so much. With you being unemployed this was really good for us."

"Don't worry about the money, cupcake. I'm more than sure I'm getting that IT job. The boss was really impressed with me. And we should be set then."

"Okay. But if you don't get it, we would be in actual trouble."

I put a hand on her shoulder. "I know."

"So, in case you don't get it, should we reconsider my...."

"Sure."

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"What happened? You look bummed."

It was the next morning. I sat at the kitchen counter, holding my coffee cup. I had barely sipped anything; the coffee had probably gone cold by now.

"Uhh! I got the rejection mail."

"Shit!" Zoey hugged me from the side. I was a bit afraid that she might look happy because now she could push me more for her job. But she looked visibly upset for me.

"I thought the guy would do you a solid. You had the same high school. What happened?" Zoey asked.

"He was not to blame. He called me too, saying he had to honor the recommendations of some high-profile clients. He sounded sorry."

"That's a shitty thing to do."

I chuckled. "That's how the corporate world runs, cupcake."

She sighed and said, "I'll make breakfast." She got off me and walked to get something from the cabinet.

Then Zoey turned around as if she suddenly remembered something to say. "So, for now, you should be okay if I do the porn job?"

There you go. "No, I didn't say you could do it, but that I would think about it."

"But do you have a plan? Our savings are already dwindling."

"Don't worry. I'll figure something out."

Zoey took a seat beside me and took my hands in hers. "We have already figured something out. If you could just put your jealousy aside..."

Now that hit a nerve. "Jealousy? Really? Not liking your girlfriend hanging out with her male coworkers is jealousy. Not liking her having sex with them is not," I laughed in disbelief.

"Those were not

sex

. And you jerked off to the videos. Didn't have any problem then," she fought back. The s-word really hit her nerves apparently.

Okay, this was not going the way I would have liked. "But things have escalated too much. And for your record, I have not laid eyes on last day's videos, even for once."

"How could you? There aren't any. I asked Jaden not to upload them, to protect your feelings. But now, I'll tell him to upload those. Let's see if you can keep yourself from watching them."

"You bet."

"Bet what? If you watch them, you should have no problem letting me continue."

"Sure, you got it."

She didn't say another word and stormed out of the kitchen.

And she was right. I wouldn't be able to refrain from watching them. I secretly checked multiple times each day to see if the videos were up. If I was going to watch it, I had to really make sure she didn't find out.

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"Going for a walk," Zoey said, not looking at me. She was still a bit cold after morning's fight. It was in the afternoon. We should be all okay before bedtime. She could never stay being mad at me more than a day.

As soon as I heard the door closed, I grabbed the laptop. Sure enough, there were a few new bts videos. She was not bluffing. Okay, two can play a game. Good luck catching me.

I played the first one. It was a compilation of Zoey trying out many dresses or the lack thereof. I'd already been shown most of these dresses that she bought that day. Between the trials, she didn't even bother going to another room or using a dressing robe or something. Just got naked before everyone.

The second video was the one where the juicy parts started. The sextoys. Hadn't she already tried them out at the store?

"What are these for?" Zoey asked Jaden, seeing him carry a couple of dildos on his hand.

"You're gonna try these out, Zo."

"What? Don't be such an ass. I'd already done that at the store."

"Oh, come on. You've already tried out the dresses twice. What's the issue with the toys?" Victor chimed in this time.

"Because a girl likes to wear new outfits."

"Trust me, a girl will love this even more. I'll make sure of it," Jaden stated, waving the black dildo in front of Zoey's face.

"Uhh!" Zoey groaned, "Fine, just get it over with."

"Hop on the couch, girl," Jaden ordered, and the naked Zoey complied.

Zoey slouched on the couch and folded her knees putting her feet on the cushion. Victor sat beside her and set her knees further apart in a commanding way. And Jaden captured the obscene close up view of her most prized flesh on display.

The camera changed hands, probably Britney. Not a good sign as that freed both of Jaden's hands.

Jaden kneeled before Zoey's spread-out pussy. He held the tip of the dildo to her entrance and slowly rubbed it, trying to push it in. But the precious hole of hers didn't give in.

"You seem a bit dry, my girl. We can't have that. We don't tolerate dry pussies in this office," Jaden declared. Then he put the thumb of his other hand on her clit and drew circles on it.

"Amen, brother," Victor said from the seat left of hers before putting one of his hands on her right tit and his lips on the other.

This seemed to be working as Zoey closed her eyes and leaned her head on the backrest. Faint whimpers escaped her lips.

But this was not enough for Jaden. After a couple of minutes, he said, "I know a way to speed things up." Then he dropped the dildo, but instead pushed two of his fingers inside Zoey's pussy. He slowly pumped them in and out.

After another minute, Jaden dove head first onto her clit. I couldn't see the scene as his head blocked the view. But it wasn't hard to guess that Zoey's little nub was getting sucked into heaven.

Seconds later, Zoey started showing symptoms of an orgasm -- curling her toes, biting the lower lip and a faint shaking. And it wasn't lost to Jaden. He got off her and quickly grabbed the dildo. This time her pussy muscles gave in and the huge black object easily entered her hole. She was wet as a beaver.

Zoey's pussy easily swallowed most of the length of the dildo and Jaden mercilessly fucked her with it. Within seconds, her body revolted like a patient under the defibrillator. A mind shattering orgasm swept her body.

Both of the guys got off her but Zoey was still shaking.

"Wow!" Jaden said before grabbing the camera from Britney and turning it off.

Goddamn. That was the most intense orgasm I had ever seen on Zoey. I took a mental note; we needed to incorporate more toys in the bedroom.

Like before, I didn't even realize I had my dick out. But I already made my peace with the fact that Zoey's debaucheries turned me on insanely. I just wished she had put some leash on these events so my anger didn't ruin this. I clicked play again and hoped the next ones wouldn't escalate much.

Zoey was sitting in the same seat except her ass was more scooted over to the edge and her body was more laid back. Didn't have to look hard for the reason of this posture. The pink starfish of her nether region was out in the air. It was wet and slimy as Victor was rubbing lubes on it.

"This is scary. I have never done this," Zoey mumbled.

"It will be fine. Buttplugs are designed for easy entry. You won't feel a thing. It's even easier than putting a dick in there, well, unless it's a massive log," Victor assured her.

"I hope. Though my boyfriend isn't big."

"Damien's a lucky dude. You're trying so hard to prepare your ass for him," Britney chimed in. She was sitting on the armrest of the couch, watching the show. The camera was placed on a tripod probably. Jaden was nowhere to be seen this time.

"It's the least I can do for him. He's the best boyfriend. Really supporting and secure in all this. So, I wanna surprise him with my backdoor," Zoey said with an appreciating smile on her face.

"Oooh!," Zoey gasped all on a sudden, but not in pain. She was surprised more likely. The cause was one of Victor's finger being buried to the hilt inside her butthole. He took full advantage of the distraction.

"Relax you muscle, yes like that," Victor cooed toward her. After a minute of the finger penetration, another finger joined. "See? Is it that bad? The lube does the heavy lifting."

"I guess," Zoey muttered. She had a mixture of uneasiness and pleasure on her face.

After another couple of minutes, Britney handed a small buttplug to Victor. He put some lube on it, making the metal even more shiny.

"It's time,"

Zoey trembled and seemed like she had a second thought. But finally, she calmed down.

Victor began pushing the tip and the slippery wall of her anus didn't fight back much. But once it reached the thicker part it seemed to get stuck.

"Just the thickest part, once it's in, your ass is sealed shut."

"I don't think.... Ouch!" Zoey screamed. She closed her eyes in pain as Victor popped the widest part of the cone. Only the sparkling pearly handle of the plug poked out of her tight asshole.

"Now, walk a bit. Keep it inside the whole day. You should be stretched enough for Damien. He's small after all."

"No...." Zoey sounded a bit uncomfortable, "But it doesn't matter, it's the person attached to it that does."

The video ended then.

Wheww! That was a bit out there. I was not small per se, your average John. Still stung a little hearing my girl talk about the size. I didn't think for a sec that she was intentionally trying to humiliate me. She was just blunt about it. To be honest, if she was rather trying to boast about my endowment, that would mean she was ashamed of my size. I was not insecure about my dick, she was happy with it, all was good. Right?

But she was putting out her ass for me. I used to tease her sometimes about trying the fire exit, but she always brushed it off. I didn't prod further. But that day could have been my lucky day only if I didn't mess it up with my jealousy.

No. I took a deep breath. I didn't mess it up. It was a perfectly reasonable reaction. I will get another chance. Surely.

As much as I got nauseated seeing my girlfriend bare it all to the boys and getting so intimate, one good thing from this was that I found out Zoey was so appreciative of my support in all this. She thought I was very secure. But still I flipped out that day. Did that mean she thought I had become insecure? Surely not. She must have realized she was in the wrong.

Anyway, to the next one. The scene popped up where it all began to escalate -- Zoey getting pegged hard. Sure, technically it was even less intimate than getting eaten out or fingered in the bumhole. But the insinuation of getting pegged was the closest to the ultimate deed. Fake-fucking. But still the

fucking

word was in the phrase.

The view was from Jaden's POV. He was probably holding a phone by his chest and pounding mercilessly into Zoey, from the back. From this angle and it being the doggy posture, her pussy was not visible from top. But the strap-on was getting lost under her and there was only place for it hide in. The base of the buttplug glittered from her nether hole.

Two minutes of Zoey's pussy getting plowed by the rubber cock and her moaning the loudest I have ever heard was interrupted by Victor.

"Hey man, timeout. I'm gonna tap in," Victor told Jaden.

"Sure, bud. All yours." Jaden got himself out of her and unstrapped the belt before handing it over to Victor.A soft groan escaped from Zoey. Not in pleasure but annoyance. She was already beginning to miss the foreign object inside her.

Victor wrapped the strap-on to his waist. The camera shifted hands. So the similar view appeared. Zoey on her hands and knees and getting mounted from the back. But this time it was Victor. He was holding the camera a bit to the front, so only half of her ass, the back and the head was visible.

Victor pushed forward. But something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Because Zoey jerked forward and turned back to him.

"WHAT THE FUCK??" She looked so much agitated.

"Sorry, force of habit," Victor chuckled behind the camera.

"What happened?" Britney came running from another room.

"What else? This asshole tried to put his 'actual' cock in me," Zoey responded, still throwing a death glare at Victor.

"Come on, man," Britney punched Victor on his arm.

With a burst of hysteric laughter, Victor handed a ten dollar note to Jaden. "Told you she'd feel the difference."

"Did you two shitfaces bet on me? To see if I can be fooled? Fucking idiots. Ever heard of temperature? The strap-on is cold as fuck."

"Not my fault. J-boy initiated the bet."

"Doesn't matter. Fuck off now."

"Come on, I'd just lost the bet and now you are denying me?"

"What's the deal about this? It's not like you feel anything using that strap-on." Zoey rolled her eyes. Her rage seemed to boil down a bit.

"You wouldn't get it. Now, come on, Zo. Be a good doggy for me."

"I think I told you to fuck off."

"Come on, I spent so much time fitting that plug into your ass so you can stretch it for your boy."

"Fine," Zoey relented with a groan and another eye roll.

And they resumed their previous positions. Soon, the pounding began again.

That was it. That maniac tried to put it in Zoey's pussy. He was lucky I wasn't there then. Punch would be thrown; teeth would fly. Didn't matter whose. But I would rain hell in that set.

But luckily, Zoey was smart and quick enough. She respected the little bit of dignity she had left.

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That afternoon, I was mailing my resume to a company when Zoey appeared behind me. She had her phone on her ear.

"Babe, Jaden wanted to talk to you. Would you mind?" Zoey said, covering the mic with her hand.

"What does the prick want?"

"Just talk to him, please," she urged.

I sighed. Zoey put the phone on speaker and placed it on the table.

"Hey, D-boy. How's life, brother?"

"What do you want?" I had neither the intention nor a reason to show civility to him.

"Nothing, just throwing a farewell party for our girl. You are invited too. So if you don't mind...."

"I thought I made it clear; she won't have anything to do with you guys. Bye." I replied.

"Hold on, hold on. I get your concerns. I really do. So, how about this? My cuz runs a club downtown. We get down there, have some friendly drinks and say our goodbyes, huh? What do you say?"

I looked at Zoey. Obvious signs that she wanted to do this. Well, they can't get handsy in public. So, maybe we should just get it over with.

"Fine." I grabbed the phone and handed it over to Zoey. She took it to her ear and left the room to talk to him.

I sighed again. Hoped this would be the last time Zoey ever got within a mile of these assholes.

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The next evening, we headed to the club for the farewell. Zoey decided to wear tube top and a tight mini-skirt. The top was more like a bandage wrapped over her chest. A dangerous amount of cleavage was out and it ended just below the breasts. It couldn't be more than a few inches in height. I was afraid any accidental tug would pull that tube top couple of inches up or down; either way it would be a disaster.

I never went out with her looking like a tramp. But considering it was a club that Jaden suggested, this outfit wouldn't look out of place. And she looked hot as fuck. It was hard to admit, but this job might have changed her outlook on clothing permanently. I was already taking her way from the job, I didn't wanna dictate over her outfits on top of that. So, I shut it.

We found them at a corner table -- Jaden, Victor, Britney and another black dude. Jaden introduced us with him. Roman Davis was Jaden's second cousin and the assistant manager here. He was at least 6 feet 6 and suitably buff.

They saved us two seats but opposite to each other across the table. I had Britney and Victor on my row, and Zoey had to sit in the middle of Jaden and this giant Roman guy. Not a great sight, my petite white girlfriend being oreo-d by these two black buffs.

"Here to the end of career of our favourite hairdresser, make-up artist, director's assistant and part-time pornstar."

Everyone raised their drinks. Except me. I wanted to protest Jaden's declaration of my girl being a pornstar. But I doubted my voice would be heard in the shouts and clinks of glasses.

Roman put his arm on Zoey's shoulder and asked her, "So, what happened? Why are you quitting, pretty lady?"

Zoey hesitated and Britney picked up from there. "Her boyfriend here is becoming jealous and controlling. So he made her quit."

I glared at Britney beside me. "That's not true. She was never supposed to be a pornstar. The deal was she would do some photoshoot in place of Tina and that's it. And these guys," I pointed at Jaden, "...were taking it way too far."

"Woah, man! What do you mean too far?" Jaden protested.

"You exactly know what I am talking about."

"Yeah? So, I thought you were funning with some orals and shits."

"No, I wasn't. Ever. I only indulged for Zoey's sake. But this was quickly getting way out of hand."

"Still, this is Zoey's decision to make. It's not like she's cheating on you. You are always kept in the loop and work is work, man. It's not the nineteenth century anymore. A man can't decide what his woman can do or not."