My Brother, the Porn Star
Anne and Fred Warren are eighteen, just out of high school, and living in Las Vegas when they're offered porn stardom. Anne is cute and petite, and her twin brother has a sixteen-inch cock. And if they can't fool around together on camera, well, that doesn't mean they won't get really close at home. Lauren Milfinger returns with another hot tale of sibling incest and lust. More
Anne and Fred Warren are eighteen, just out of high school, and living in Las Vegas when they're offered porn stardom. Anne is cute and petite, and her twin brother has a sixteen-inch cock. And if they can't fool around together on camera, well, that doesn't mean they won't get really close at home. Lauren Milfinger returns with another hot tale of sibling incest and lust.
My first shoot was an easy one. It was a solo, “hidden camera” deal. I just had to walk into a living room set, slowly remove my clothes, and masturbate. It was just me and about a dozen other people, and none of them were fucking me, so that was cool.
I think I’m a decent actor, but there was very little of that involved in this. You might want to fake masturbating in a legit movie, but in porn, with the camera getting in close, it’s easier to just do it for real. I got a nice rhythm going with my fingers, working two of them inside my cunt, then pulling them out and doing a job on my clit. I kept doing that, over and over, until I was cumming for real.
The director had one camera operator get in close then, had me spread my cunt lips and continue to rub my clit, while the camera caught my pussy contracting and relaxing as I came. Those cameras really made love to me. The other cameraman pulled in tight on my face as I was cumming, then zoomed out to include my upper body, writhing in passion.
An assistant handed me an empty long-neck beer bottle and I started fucking myself with that. It felt good, and I continued to rub my clit for good measure. Once I was good and wet, and loosened up a little, I turned the bottle around and shoved the fat end into my pussy. The director looked like he was having his own orgasm, watching on the monitor.
After cumming again, I pulled out the bottle and started to pee. Not one of those, “Oh, I’m squirting” type of spurts, but a good, strong, high arcing yellow stream that went on for quite a while. I suppose it ruined the couch, but that’s porn for you. It was new, cheap but good-looking furniture. They could afford to trash it after a single use.
They gave me an extra $200 to fuck myself with the beer bottle, and $200 more to piss on the couch at the end. Since that day, I seem to do a lot of pissing videos. That’s fine with me. I have to pee anyway, and this way I get paid for it.
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Fred takes his position above her, his hard cock for the moment hanging down with the tip resting on her bush. The director yells, “Action,” and Vanessa comes to life again. She reaches down and guides the fat knob of Fred’s cock to her pussy. He thrusts carefully, his cock penetrating until it hits the bottom of her snatch. He pulls back, thrusts again, over and over, and for the first time I can see that Vanessa is reacting to the stimulation. Not that many men can go the full depth of a woman’s pussy, much less stretch it as they bottom out, and still have that much cock outside.
After a few minutes of this I can see that she’s started to cum for real. Her body is arching, her pelvis thrusting up to meet him, those famous tits lifted as she leans back onto her elbows, the dark nipples like hard pebbles. She’s moaning, a different sound than the usual Meg Ryan in the deli fake moaning and screaming you generally hear in porn. Her moans are softer, more inward directed, more, well, real.
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