The Accidental Porn Star: A Neglected Wife Becomes a Porn Star Sensation

by Simone Scarlet

  The rental house was an old, wooden ranch in a secluded part of the county. With retro 70s wood décor and huge patio windows, it was perfect for filming in; and totally hit the hipster vibe that Terry had claimed his distributor was looking for.

  They rolled up to find Terry and Dave waiting for them, with their pick-up truck laden with lights, tripods and gear.

  “Damn,” Terry breathed, as Michael and Alyssa climbed out of the car. “This place is perfect. If I’d have known, I’d have been filming here years ago.”

  “Well, I figure we use Air BnB to rent a different house each shoot,” Alyssa explained, as she unlocked the door. “That way it looks super professional – like we’re on a different set each time.”

  Terry nodded. “I like it, I like it.” Then he paused. “Hey, do the folks who rented this place know that we’re going to shoot porn here?”

  Alyssa giggled. “You think one day they’ll be watching pay-per-view porn in a hotel room and be, like, ‘that place sure looks familiar’?”

  Laughing, they started to set up.

  There was a downstairs bedroom which Alyssa grabbed as the makeup room and changing room. She’d already decided that they needed somewhere private.

  “Just because you’re going to be watching her fucking,” she explained, “doesn’t mean Danielle wants all of you perving on her when she gets changed.” She laughed, “and when you guys used the bathroom last time, it meant there was nowhere to go if any of us needed to pee.”

  Terry and Dave toured the house, discussing where to shoot. Eventually, they settled on the living room, with the big patio windows.

  “That light is fucking gorgeous,” Dave nodded, as he set up the tripods. “The shots we’re going to take are going to look amazing.”

  While they set up, Alyssa heard the sound of cars on the driveway.

  “That’ll be Danielle.”

  Danielle, Matthew and the third actor had all rolled up in a beaten-up Ford Crown Victoria. Looking decidedly unsexy in hoodies and jeans, the three of them shuffled kind of morosely into the house. Alyssa narrowed her eyes as she drank in the sight of Danielle sans makeup. She was already planning what to do with her eye-liner and blush.

  “This is Tommy, everybody,” Danielle introduced her co-star. He was another pale, skinny hipster – except he had a full beard and glasses.

  Alyssa went and hugged Danielle – something she awkwardly returned. Matthew said hi. For some reason, he seemed even more sullen and withdrawn than he had the previous time.

  But as long as his cock worked when the cameras turned on, Alyssa didn’t really care.

  Chapter Ten

  “I’m going to start you off with some smoky eyes,” Alyssa explained, as Danielle sat on the edge of the bed in the downstairs bedroom. “That last girl kind of laid it on a bit heavy.”

  Danielle snorted. “So where is she? Did you fire her?”

  “No, no,” Alyssa shook her head. “I just thought I’d do it myself.” She finished painting one of Danielle’s eyes. “I think I do a better job. See for yourself.”

  Danielle looked at her reflection in the mirror Alyssa held up.

  “I guess,” she grunted, non-committedly.

  “Okay, hold still. I’m going to do the other eye.”

  Danielle had been doing pretty much nothing but holding still the whole time she’d been there. Alyssa had known some tough eggs to crack when it came to conversation, but this girl was practically non-verbal.

  As she painted her eyes, Alyssa tried to lure her out of her shell.

  “So, you got a boyfriend?”

  “Nah,” Danielle shrugged. “I mean, I have some fuck buddies.” She jerked her head towards the door, where Matthew and Tommy were standing outside. “But nothing serious.”

  “Not ready to settle down?” Alyssa was nearly done with Danielle’s second eye.

  The pretty girl snorted.

  “It’s kind of tough to find a boyfriend when you make money fucking on camera,” she admitted. “Maybe on the west coast or something it would be fine. But here?”

  She snorted.

  “Everybody wants to fuck me. Nobody wants to date me.”

  Alyssa pursed her lips. This conversational thread had become a bit of a downer.

  “What about that guy Matthew? He seems to like you – you have some real chemistry on camera.”

  Danielle narrowed her eyes, almost ruining Alyssa’s attempts to apply make up to them.

  “Matthew?” She shrugged. “He’s a nice guy. We get on, that’s all.”

  But Alyssa smiled. She got the impression that she’d sparked something in Danielle’s imagination; like the idea that maybe there was more to her relationship with Matthew than fucking on camera.

  * * *

  Terry and Dave discussed the set-up.

  “Okay, so we’re gonna keep it simple,” he told them, as he tested the lighting levels on the cameras. “We’ll film a couple of scenes to set things up. Matthew?” The actor looked up when he heard his name. “You’re going to play her boyfriend, okay?”

  There was the slightest curl to Matthew’s lips when he heard that.

  “And Tommy? You’re going to be his pal. Let’s say he owes you some money, and he offers you a turn with his girlfriend as payment.”

  Danielle rolled her eyes when she heard this supposed plot, but didn’t complain.

  Now they’re agreed on a plot, they got shooting. Terry had Tommy stand outside the door and knock on it, and Matthew answered.

  “Y-you still owe me money, man,” said Tommy – clearly never in the running for an Academy Award.

  “I don’t have it,” Matthew shrugged. “But maybe we can come to some arrangement.”

  And that’s when Danielle came into view, in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and an American Apparel t-shirt. She looked beautiful.

  Terry and Dave each took their time filming Danielle; with lingering close-ups of her delicious rear-end, barely covered by the jean shorts.

  Alyssa, watching from the other side of the room, felt her pulse race at the sight of her.

  If Danielle looked this good in her ratty shorts and t-shirt, Alyssa couldn’t wait to see her out of them.

  Chapter Eleven

  There were episodes of the Jersey Shore which were better scripted and acted than the set-up for the sex scene Terry was about to shoot – but nobody really cared.

  “A lot of people fast-forward through that shit anyway,” the director admitted.

  That left them ready for the good stuff; and it began on the couch.

  Matthew was playing the boyfriend, so he had to sit there and watch as Tommy made out with Danielle. The two of them pawed each other on the sofa; Tommy’s big hands squeezing Danielle’s small tits through her t-shirt, and her slender fingers curling around his pale arms.

  It was hot. While Alyssa had always preferred the beefy guido type – guys more like Michael, if she had to be honest – there was no denying how hot the three of them were.

  And while Matthew’s acting skills in the set-up scenes had left a lot to be desired, he was doing a great job portraying the jealous boyfriend. As he sat on the couch, watching his on-screen girlfriend get felt up by another man, Matthew genuinely looked pissed-off and resentful.

  In fact, if Alyssa didn’t know any better…

  Her train of through was distracted by Dave whipping one of the DLSRs off the tripod and moving in for some close-ups. He zoomed in on Tommy’s fingers as he unbuttoned the front of Danielle’s jean shorts, and focused on her breasts as Tommy pulled her American Apparel t-shirt off over her head.

  Danielle was getting into it too – her slender fingers curled around Tommy’s belt, and she wrenched open his jeans. A moment later, his magnificent erection was poking out of the front of his pants; like a pale, white torpedo.

  Danielle’s fingers curled around it, and she stroked his hard-on while she made out with him.

  “Fuck,” Michael suddenly appear
ed behind Alyssa, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He breathed hotly in her ear: “That’s sexy.”

  “Yeah,” she turned her head and kissed him. “I’m kind of digging being a porn producer.”

  Just then, Terry paused the filming.

  “Hey, Matthew,” he barked at the faux-boyfriend, sitting on the couch. “Why don’t you pull your dick out and start jerking it?” He grinned. “So it looks like you’re getting turned on watching your girlfriend get felt up.”

  On the couch, Matthew suddenly sat up with a start – as if his thoughts had been elsewhere. It was difficult to believe there was anything other to focus on than the sexy girl getting felt up just a few feet in front of him – but apparently he’d been day-dreaming.

  “Don’t be shy, buddy,” Terry demanded, peering through the camera lens. “Whip it out.”

  Looking a little startled, Matthew opened up his jeans and pulled out his cock. It emerged pale and flaccid – very different to the magnificent, throbbing hard-on Alyssa remembered from the last shoot.

  As the cameras continued rolling, Tommy and Danielle made out. She was pulling Tommy’s t-shirt over his head now, and he was pulling down her shorts and thong to reveal her heart-breakingly perfect, pale ass.

  Soon she was naked, and his hands were running up and down her back while he kissed her passionately.

  Yet despite this, Matthew’s performance on the couch was uninspiring.

  He was jerking off his cock; but it just wasn’t getting hard. It was actually kind of awkward; like he was desperate to get his sexual engine running; but there just wasn’t any gas in the tank.

  “Psst,” Michael, still standing behind Alyssa with his arms curled around her, whispered in her ear. “I think the kid’s having trouble getting it up.”

  Michael was quiet and discreet. Terry, not so much.

  “Yo!” He barked at Matthew. “Where’s the wood? We can’t spit-roast this beauty without a couple of stiff skewers to impale her on.”

  On the couch, Matthew’s cheeks started to turn red. He jerked his flaccid cock faster; but it still failed to perform.

  “Come on, kid,” Dave added unhelpfully. Tommy and Danielle paused their hot and heavy make-out session to turn and stare at their flaccid co-star.

  It didn’t help that Tommy’s magnificent cock was hard and throbbing; sticking out from his jeans like a flag-pole.

  Alyssa started to feel bad for Matthew. It was clear he was having issues; and the disappointed and expectant glares in his direction weren’t helping the situation.

  She waited just a couple more seconds, and then decided to help the handsome hipster out.

  “Hey, guys,” she suddenly snapped. “Since you guys have paused filming anyway… Let me just add some powder to Matthew’s face. It’s a bit shiny.”

  Matthew looked up, clearly relieved.

  Terry didn’t quite catch the subtlety. Peering into the playback, he said: “He looks fine to me.”

  “Trust me,” Alyssa slipped off her stool. “Come on, Matthew.”

  The action paused for a moment, while Matthew clambered up off the couch and headed towards Alyssa. Like an overprotective mother, she stretched out her arm and took his hand in hers, leading him off towards the downstairs bedroom.

  “Come along.”

  The rest of the crew didn’t seem to care. Terry and Dave took the opportunity to check light levels and sound. Tommy and Danielle continued to make out; her slender fingers stroking his impressive erection. Michael just watched; the front of his pants bulging out like a tent.

  Alyssa led Matthew into the bedroom and pushed him down so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She nudged the door closed a little – enough to block the view, but not enough to arouse suspicion.

  Matthew looked up at her and mouthed the words: “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” Alyssa frowned. “Tell me the problem first.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “So what’s up?” Alyssa asked, dabbing some powder on Matthew’s face as an alibi. “Aside from, y’know, the thing we both know isn’t up.”

  “Aww, Jesus,” Matthew cupped his head in his hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He stared down at his flaccid cock, still hanging out of his jeans. “I swear this has never happened to me before.”

  Alyssa shrugged. “Don’t stress. I saw your performance the last time we filmed.” She blushed a little when she said this: “You have a nice cock. It’s big.”

  “T-thanks,” Matthew said.

  “So what’s the issue?” Alyssa demanded. “Why are you having trouble getting it up?” She jerked her head towards the door. “I saw you guys last time. You seemed really into Danielle.”

  Matthew blushed.

  “Y-yeah, that’s the problem,” he admitted. “I am really into her. Like, really.” He squirmed on the bed. “It’s killing me seeing her with that other guy.”

  Alyssa’s eyes widened. Jealousy from porn stars had not been something she’d expected to encounter.

  “Danielle and I had this thing going on,” Matthew explained. “We were fuck buddies. And then she asked me to make these movies with her, and I thought that was cool. At first.”

  He squirmed on the bed.

  “But after we hung out a few times… Got high together.” Matthew looked up. “I really like her. Like, I’d like her to be my girlfriend or something.”

  Alyssa smiled. She couldn’t help herself.

  “Awwww!” She clasped her palm to her chest. “That’s so sweet.”

  “Yeah,” Matthew groaned. “But now she’s next door about to get fucked by somebody else.”

  And as if on cue, Michael poked his head around the corner and called in: “Are you ready, dude? They’re waiting for you.”

  Matthew’s face went red again. If it was possible, the flaccid cock hanging out of his pants actually deflated more than it had already.

  “I just need to touch him up.” Covering for him, Alyssa snatched up the powder puff and dabbed some more on his face. “He’ll be out in a moment.”

  “Okay,” Michael shrugged. “But hurry up.”

  And then he was gone.

  Alyssa looked at Matthew.

  “Listen,” she whispered. “I totally sympathise with you. I think that’s sweet. I think you should totally ask Danielle out or something.” She smiled. “You guys would be so great together.” Then, mischievously, she added: “And between you and me? I think she’s kind of into you too.”

  Matthew’s eyes lit up when she said that.

  But then Alyssa turned serious.

  “But look… We’ve got a film to shoot.” She pointed at his flaccid cock. “Do you think you can get that thing up?”

  “Aww, man,” Matthew’s face fell.

  Through the doorway, Terry called: “What are guys waiting for? C’mon, already!”

  Alyssa looked up at Matthew. Matthew looked down at Alyssa. It was painfully obvious from his expression that a spontaneous erection was not going to happen.

  “Fuck,” Alyssa spat.

  She glanced quickly towards the doorway.

  Something snapped in her mind. She suddenly had the most reckless impulse – one that would solve their current problem, but potentially create a million more.

  And she had to move fast.

  Leaning forward, Alyssa grabbed the waistband of Matthew’s jeans and yanked them down.

  “W-what are you doing?” Matthew asked, as Alyssa fully exposed his pale, flaccid cock and ass.

  “Sssh!” She put her finger to her lips. “If Michael finds out about this, he’ll fucking kill you.” And then, she curled her slender fingers around Matthew’s softened cock.

  “Fuck!” Startled, his eyes widened.

  “Sssh!” Alyssa repeated, as she began stroking his soft cock. “Keep it down.”

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She hadn’t so much as touched another man sexually since she’d been married – and here she wa
s giving a guy ten years younger than she was a handjob.

  And it seemed to be working.

  As Alyssa began to stroke faster, she was gratified to feel a throb as the handsome hipster’s cock began to fill with blood.

  “Everything okay in there?” Michael was calling from the other room.

  “Everything’s fine,” Alyssa called, stroking Matthew’s cock. “He’ll be out in a minute.” And then she turned to him, and looked the younger kid in the eye as she stroked his cock.

  She could tell he was into it. All thoughts of Danielle were temporarily forgotten.

  After all, it was a hell of a sight. A sexy, shapely Italian women on her knees, stroking Matthew’s cock with her tanned, slender fingers. Her big brown eyes looked up at him sexily. The front of her sundress showcased the cleavage of her big, tanned boobs.

  “Fuck,” Matthew breathed.

  “Yeah,” Alyssa grinned, as she felt life returning to his cock. “You like that?” And with a wink, the sexy housewife licked her lips and dropped her head.

  Her nostrils filled with the musky scent of his crotch. Between her legs, her pussy grew wet.

  “Oh, God,” Matthew groaned, as he suddenly felt Alyssa’s lips wrap around his cock, and her tongue start swirling around the head of it. “Jesus.”

  Alyssa slurped and sucked on the handsome hipster’s growing cock – something she only reluctantly did with her husband.

  “Oh, shit,” Matthew’s eyes widened.

  “Ssssh!” Spit dribbling down her chin, Alyssa pulled her mouth from Matthew’s cock. “My husband will hear you.” And then she opened her mouth and began sucking him again.

  “Unnngh,” Matthew groaned, curling his fingers into Alyssa’s luxurious hair. His cock was rock hard now, and throbbing.

  Alyssa’s head was reeling. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was basically cheating on her husband – while he was in the room next door!

  But Matthew’s cock was responding; swelling and growing thicker and stiffer in her mouth. As Alyssa sucked, his shaft grew until it totally filled her mouth, and teased the entrance to her throat.