MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (II)
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Chapter 2
The living room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of musk and something else, something raw and s****l.
The massive TV screen on the wall was glowing, casting a blue hue across the room. And on that screen? A video of me.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at myself, wearing nothing but a black cat mask, my body writhing between two guys as they f****d me senseless.
One was pounding into my p***y from behind, his hands gripping my hips, while the other f****d my mouth, his c**k sliding in and out as I moaned like a slut I am.
The camera zoomed in on my dripping p***y, my swollen clit, the way my body shook with every thrust.
Oh yeah, I'm a pornstar, I've been one for years, but no one knew my face, not even my manager.
Only my director knew my real face, and I’d worked hard to keep it that way.
My videos were my secret, my escape, my way of indulging every filthy desire I had without anyone knowing it was me.
But there, on the couch, was Charles.
His back was to me, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he sat facing the screen.
His arm was moving rhythmically, his hand wrapped around his c**k as he stroked himself to the sight of me getting f****d.
The sounds from the TV filled the room, my moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, the guys grunting as they used me.
My heart stopped, was he jerking off to me? Did he know it was me under the mask? No, that was impossible, no one knew.
But the thought of him wanting me, even without knowing it was me, made my p***y clench so hard I almost whimpered.
I took a step closer, my thighs slick with my own arousal. I’d skipped panties on purpose, and now I was paying for it.
My juices were dripping down my inner thighs, the cool air hitting my exposed p***y and making me shiver.
I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.
Charles groaned lowly, his hand moving faster as the guy on screen flipped me over and shoved his c**k back inside me.
“f**k,” Charles muttered, his voice was rough with something I counted name.
“Take it, you dirty little slut.”
My knees nearly buckled, he was so f*****g hot like this, completely lost in the moment, his muscles tense, his breathing ragged.
I wanted to see his c**k. I needed to see it, I crept closer, staying behind the pillar in the center of the room, my eyes locked on his hand as it pumped up and down.
And then I saw it, Holy! f*****g! s**t!
His c**k was massive, It was thick, veiny, curved just the way I’d imagined, the head glistening with precum as he stroked himself.
It was bigger than any I’d ever taken on camera.
My mouth went dry the second I got a full look at him stroking that fat, curved c**k.
Thick veins ran down the shaft, the head swollen and pink leaking so much precum it dripped over his knuckles in long sticky strings.
He was gripping himself hard, twisting his fist on every upstroke, and the wet sound of skin sliding over skin mixed with the loud moans coming from the television.
My p***y clenched so violently I had to squeeze my thighs together just to stay standing.
I could feel fresh wetness sliding down the inside of my leg, because I still had no panties on and I was already soaked through.
On the screen, the version of me in the cat mask was getting absolutely destroyed.
One guy had me bent over the bed, slamming into my p***y so hard my whole body jerked forward with every thrust.
The other still had his c**k buried in my throat, holding my head still while he f****d my mouth like he owned it.
I remembered that shoot, I remembered how sore my jaw was the next day, how my p***y had gaped for hours after they both finished inside me at the same time.
Watching it now while Charles jerked off to it made my clit throb so bad I almost whimpered out loud.
I needed to touch myself, I couldn’t stop myself.
My hand slid under the hem of my tiny leather skirt before I could think twice, my fingers found my bare p***y instantly, slick and swollen and aching.
The second I brushed my clit I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep quiet, my legs shook.
I was so f*****g sensitive that one slow circle had my knees buckling, I leaned my back against the pillar and let my fingers slide lower, parting my lips, dipping inside just enough to coat them in my own juices before I dragged them back up to rub my clit again in a slow filthy circles while I watched Charles pump his c**k faster.
He still hadn’t noticed me, his head was tipped back against the couch, his eyes half closed with his mouth open as he breathed hard through his nose.
His free hand gripped the armrest so tight that I knew his knuckles were white.
His hips kept lifting off the cushion like he was already f*****g someone. f*****g me, I wanted it to be me.
“f**k, yes,” he groaned, voice rough and broken. “Take that d**k, you filthy little slut. Take it deep.”
My fingers moved faster between my legs, matching his rhythm.
I was dripping all over my own hand now, the wet sounds were quiet but definitely there.
I didn’t care if he heard, part of me wanted him to hear, part of me wanted him to turn around and catch me rubbing my p***y while I watched him jerk off to my videos.
On screen I screamed as I came, my p***y squirting hard around the c**k inside me, my juices splashing down the guy’s balls.
The camera zoomed in close, showing every pulse, every gush.
Charles growled at the sight, his hand flying over his c**k, his forearm flexing, his veins standing out.
Then he said something that made my heart stop beating.
“f**k, Aria,” he rasped, jerking his hard. “Take my c**k just like that, baby.”
My name in his desperate voice sent me over the edge, my p***y spasmed around nothing, my clit throbbing under my fingers as I came silently, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.
My legs gave out and I slid down the pillar an inch before catching myself.
The car keys slipped from my other hand and hit the marble floor with a loud metallic clatter.
Everything stopped for a few seconds.
Charles spun around so fast the couch creaked, his c**k was still in his fist, thick and shiny, jumping with his heartbeat.
His eyes locked on mine and went huge. For one long second we just stared at each other.
Me with my skirt rucked up around my hips, my fingers still buried between my legs, with my thighs trembling and wet.
“What are you doing here, Aria? “
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