Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 22:10:47 +0000
From: Cum Beggar <cumbeggar@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: ACCIDENTAL PORNSTAR

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ACCIDENTAL PORNSTAR by CumBeggar

I had worked with Paul for three years.  We were both married, he for ten
years and me for ten months.  He was the 35 year old manager of a video
distribution company and I was his 25 year old junior, working out sales
figures, organising marketing materials, sending samples of our film library
to the retailers, etc, etc.  The work was always fun because of Paul's
enormous enthusiasm for sales work.  And also because, unbeknown to our
bosses, he was also distributing porn films as a private sideline.

I first twigged that he was into hardcore porn when I had been there about a
month.  One morning, by mistake I opened a padded envelope that was
addressed to him -- it was in the middle of a pile of my own post -- and out
dropped an incredible array of hardcore sex images.  A young girl being
fucked every whichway by five guys with the most awesome cocks.  My own cock
rose instantly at the sight and I must have stroked myself subconsciously
because at that moment Paul walked in and said calmly,
	"I guess that's my sideline blown then?"
	"Wow!" I stammered.  "You deal in this stuff?"
	"Yeah.  Kind of a hobby." He flashed me his killer smile, his piercing
black eyes glinting in the sunlight, his short black hair shockingly spiked.
  He strutted across the office and took the photographs from my hand,
brushing up close to me as he did so that I could feel the heat of his body
through his shirt.  Without sounding like a Victorian virgin, I nearly
swooned.  He was fucking hot and one of the reasons I loved the job so much
was that I was continually able to fuel my fantasy of getting fucked by him.
	"Still, it's clearly good stuff." He said, gesturing with his hand to my
crutch.  "It's got you hard as a fucking rock."
	I laughed, embarrassed but wanting him to take this further.  It wasn't
going to end here.

Nor did it.  After that I was gradually initiated into Paul's sideline.  He
took me to screenings of his porn films and he even persuaded our boss that
we both needed to go to a video convention in Prague in the Czech Republic
because they had some foreign-language art films that might be good for our
library.  The whole thing was just a huge Euro-fuck fest.  On nearly every
stand naked girls were fondling one another and caressing the business men
who had been brave enough to venture on to the stand.  In the centre of the
complex where the seminar was being held, there was a boxing ring and every
evening the porn companies would send a couple of their "actors" into the
ring to perform live for the gathering crowd.  It was sensational to watch
these professionals fuck like bandits while the crowd watched and lusted
after them.  As the lights went down and the spotlight lit up the ring a
crowd would build up and surge forward to the ropes where burly security
guards held us back.  Standing in the crowd I looked around. Paul was next
to me, his muscular arms rubbing against mine, while behind me a
moustachioed Yugoslav distributor we knew -- a big dark-haired guy called
Ljubo was pressing against my back.  As the stud on the platform thrust his
enormous cock into his partner's gaping cunt, I felt a large muscular arm
encircle me and a broad hand grab my crutch at the same time as Ljubo pushed
his own hard cock into the cleft of my arse.  I half-turned around to
protest but as I opened my mouth he thrust his tongue in between my lips and
ground his tongue against mine.  No one paid any attention; they were too
busy watching the stud spray cum over the girl's perfect tits.  As Ljubo
broke off I turned around to see Paul watching me, an enigmatic look of
amusement on his face.  As the crowd dispersed I smiled at Ljubo.
	"Later, I fuck you." He said in his Slavic accent.  I nearly came on the
spot.
Later as we left the conference centre Paul asked me how I felt.
	"What do you mean?" I asked him.
	"Well, me for example, I'm so horny right now after watching you with Ljubo
that I could fuck all night."
	"Oh, I see." I laughed.  "Yeah, I could do that."
	Paul smiled and put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him.
"In that case, let's treat ourselves to a spot of cunt, shall we?"
	No sooner had we arrived back at our hotel than Paul had quickly surveyed
the bar and found a callgirl who fitted our needs.  She had a friend, she
said.
	"No need." Paul said dismissively, "We want to share."
	Truth be told, we hadn't discussed it, but at this point I was going with
the flow.  We made our way to the lift with the girl tagging along behind
us.  Paul put his arm around my shoulder again.
	"Mark, my friend," he leered.  "We are going to fuck for Britain tonight."

Once in the room we didn't waste any time.  The girl got undressed and
performed a little striptease for us while we stripped off and lay on the
bed, stroking our cocks.  Paul's body was covered in a thick layer of black
hair, the only exception being his cock and balls which had clearly been
carefully shaved.  His cock was large and thick, supported by a pair of big
balls that nestled between his rugby player's thighs.  He pulled his
foreskin back and forth while rubbing his nipples with the other hand.  Next
to him I did the same, though my own body was not nearly so hairy, nor my
cock so thick.  Still, it was a very horny situation and I was bursting to
cum.  As we watched the girl Paul reached across and pulled my hand onto his
cock.  I rubbed it gently, turning my head so that he could push his tongue
into my mouth.  We were only distracted when the girl knelt on the bed
between us and went to work on our cocks, wanking one while she sucked and
licked the other.  Soon she unpeeled a condom onto my cock and then
straddled me, lowering her shaved cunt onto my knob and swallowing it whole.
  I gasped as she began to ride me up and down.  Next to me Paul watched
avidly before kneeling up and squeezing my balls as the rode me.  I looked
at him with glazed eyes.
	"Is that good?" He asked.
	"Oh fuck, yeah." I groaned as she clenched her pussy muscles around my rod.
  "Oh yeah."
	"Too much talk." Paul muttered and offered me his cock.  I opened my lips
and took it in my mouth, sluicing the flare of his helmet with my tongue and
letting him push himself to the back of my throat.  I loved the feel of my
tongue wrapping around the shaft of his cock, and the taste of precum as he
pulled himself out again.  I sucked hard, making him groan as I reached up
and fondled his lovely big bollocks.
	Doubtless feeling she was not the centre of attention, the call girl really
began to go to work on my cock and pretty soon I was filling the condom with
a load of my finest cum.  She climbed off me and Paul lay on his back so
that she could lower herself onto his thick fucksausage, moaning slightly as
she sank her arse to meet his thrusting balls.  As she rode up and down on
him I alternated between sinking my tongue into Paul's hot mouth, and
squeezing her gorgeous tits while he sucked at my cock.  Pretty soon Paul
too had cum and we began another round, finishing her off with a spit-roast
before she sloped off into the night, leaving us with our semi-hard cocks
and big, drunken grins on our faces.  Of course it did not end there.  We
were still locked in an epic 69 when Ljubo arrived.  I walked along the
short passageway and answered the door to him bullock naked.  It was only a
matter of seconds before he too had stripped off where he stood, putting a
thickly muscled arm around my waist and pulling me to him, kissing me deeply
while I fondled and squeezed the beautiful cock that was swinging between
his legs.
	"Now I fuck you." He said in his thick, guttural accent.
	"Yes." I muttered.  "I want that."
	"From the bed Paul called out, "If he's fucking you, I want a go, too."
	Ljubo grinned.  "Paul is here?  Excellent.  He is a dirty fucker."
	That night was amazing.  First I sucked both their cocks and, as he had not
cum yet, Ljubo fucked me first, holding my legs over his shoulders as his
mighty cock invaded my virgin ass.  Paul held his cock to my mouth, allowing
me to nurse on his length as Ljubo pushed his 8 luscious inches into my
tight fucktunnel, gasping at the heat while I writhed beneath him, wiggling
my hips faster and faster.
	"You fuck like a woman." He hissed, trying to stop himself from cumming.
"You like cock."
	And boy, was he right.  I was in heaven.  The feeling of a big hard cock
inside me was amazing, the heat of it sending shards of warmth right through
my body, and every stroke of his cock in and out flicking past my prostate
and sending waves of pleasure to my very core.  I played with my cock,
hoping not to cum too soon but I reckoned without Paul who rested his head
on my belly and sucked my helmet with his wicked tongue, making me shoot my
load into his mouth, while Ljubo pumped my arse full of his cum, yelling out
for all to hear that he had CUM!
	Paul fucked me after that, and Ljubo again after him, until we all fell
asleep in the bed together, legs and arms entwined.  In the morning we had a
repeat session before Paul and I had to head back to London, my arse sore
but happy!

Back in London we got on with our work, although lunchtimes were a little
more fun.  Paul would lock the door to make it look as if we had gone out
and I would kneel in front of his chair and suck his lovely cock, or else we
would lie on the floor and 69 one another; sometimes he would fuck me into
oblivion.

One morning, out of the blue, Paul told me to get my jacket and put the
answerphone on.  We were going out.  It wasn't until we got into the car
that he told me we were going on the set of a porn film that a friend of his
was shooting in Kent.  They wanted a couple of regular guys to be in the
background, the premise being that the girl getting fucked was a barmaid in
a pub and we were having a drink and watching the show.
	"Fantastic!"
	"Thought you'd be pleased." He grinned.  Little did I know what the day had
in store.

We got to the location -- a village hall in rural Kent -- at around 11am.  As
we entered the hall, Paul went to greet his friend, Mike, while I glanced
around.  A few members of the crew were smoking cigarettes outside, and
there was some lighting equipment arranged around a large snooker table with
an air mattress on it.  I couldn't see the actors though.
	After a few minutes Paul brought Mike across to meet me.  Mike had curly
brown hair and big brown eyes.  His lips were thick and luscious and for a
fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him.
Casting the thought aside, I joined in the discussion about the day's
activities.  The big-cocked fucker who would be performing for the men's
team was called Duncan.  He finally appeared from the toilets, wearing a
t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  His fit, muscular torso rippled underneath his
t-shirt and I could see the outline of a nipple ring.  He grinned as he
shook hands with me, and laughed when Paul asked if he was feeling strong
today.
	The girl, Tammy was about twenty and very pretty, with great tits.  She had
been a glamour model and had just discovered a love for getting fucked on
film.
	Finally, the filming began.  They were filmed chatting to one another while
Paul and I chatted in the background.  Paul started talking quietly about
our threesome in Prague when he and Ljubo had both fucked me senseless.  All
in all, what with the talk and the action, I was getting very turned on.
	At that moment we turned around to follow the sex action on the snooker
table.  Duncan had stripped off and was lying on his back stroking a
beautiful and very impressive erection.  Above him, Tammy was dancing and
gyrating as she lowered her pussy towards his meaty cock.  Suddenly an angry
voice cut through the sexual tension.
	"Tammy!" Mike sounded furious.  "You've fucking come on."
	"What?" The girl looked confused and touched her hand between her legs,
revealing a spot of blood as she pulled it away.  "Oh fuck."
	In no time at all, Tammy was sent home.
	"What now?" I whispered to Paul.  Mike seemed furious and there was not
another girl to be seen on set.
	"Not sure." Paul answered, "But Mike'll have to think of something.  Duncan
gets paid whether he fucks anyone or not."

	"Anyone got any ideas?" Mike said suddenly, turning to the room.
	"Yeah," Paul said loudly.  "I think Duncan should fuck Mark here."
	I turned to Paul in amazement as the whole room turned to look at me.
	"You what?" I said.
	"Come on." He grinned.  "You know you're gagging for it."  And with that he
pulled me towards him and thrust his tongue in my mouth.
	Mike came over to us.  "Mark, have you ever taken a ten-inch cock before?"
he asked.
	I shook my head.  "Uh uh."
"He'll be fine," Paul interrupted.  "I was thinking that maybe I should
break him in for Duncan."
	"Please, mate" said Duncan, who had rolled onto his front on the snooker
table and was now looking at me with new interest.  "And make sure you cum
inside him.  Give me a bit of extra lube to work with."
	"There.  That's settled." Paul smiled at me.  "Come on, big lad, let's get
to work."  And with that he started to strip out of his clothes and climbed
up on to the snooker table.  Duncan patted him on the back and together they
watched me.
	Mike suddenly hugged me to him.  "Please, Mark. Do this for me and I will
make it up to you.  I've paid for this whole day.  It's costing me eight
grand.  If I don't film something good, I'm ruined.  I'll do anything for
you to make up for it."
	At those words my cock lurched in my shorts and I knew what I wanted.  My
voice had crept away to a whisper.
	"I want you to fuck me." I said quietly.
	Mike looked deep into my eyes.  "Anytime, any place, anywhere." He promised
and then kissed me deeply.  "Tonight, if you want."

	My head was buzzing as I got undressed but fortunately so was my cock and I
was soon up on the snooker table.  By this time Duncan had been made to get
down so that Paul and I could have plenty of room.  Mike directed us. First
Paul and I had to roll around and kiss one another, fondling each other's
cocks as we went at it.  It was actually very horny to hear Mike's
incredibly sexy voice telling me what to do.  After a while he set me to
work sucking Paul's cock, while Paul gently fingered my arse, probing it
with lube until he had inserted two fingers to the knuckle, wiggling them up
and down and making me groan.
	Finally, Mike deemed that the moment had come.  He asked Paul to lay on his
back while I straddled him, facing away from Paul.  Gingerly I lowered
myself until I felt the fleshy knob of his cock pushing gently at my arse.
He held himself firm between my legs as I pushed down, feeling the head pop
inside.  It felt great.   Slowly but surely I lowered myself until his
entire seven inches was inside me, its searing heat burning through me into
a warm glow.  After a few moments of adjusting I began to lower myself up
and down while Paul held his hands against my back for support.  At one
point I leant right back, my back against his hairy chest so that we could
kiss deeply, wriggling on his cock as he began to pump me from beneath.  I
gasped as his cock thrust into me, and then groaned out loud as Duncan leant
across the snooker table and took my own cock deep in his mouth.  As he
sucked and Paul fucked I felt my balls churning and soon I was pumping a
fresh load of my cum into Duncan's eager throat.  My own spasm set Paul off
and he cried out as he unleashed a volley of cumshots into my tight virgin
arse.
	"How was that?" Mike cried from behind the camera.
	"Amazing!" We all shouted at the same time.

I climbed off Paul and we knelt on the snooker table, kissing deeply and
rubbing one another's cocks and balls.
	"That was fucking great." He grinned.
	"My turn." Duncan said, climbing up on to the table, his big salami cock
whacking against my leg as he knelt next to me.  I reached down and squeezed
it as he leant over to kiss me.

	For the fuck with Duncan, Mike had me lie on my back on the snooker table
while Paul and a cameraman, with camera, knelt on either side of me and
pulled my knees up to my chest.  Duncan climbed onto the table between my
legs and pushed his tongue into my arse.
	"Cor, Paul." He grinned.  "Your cum tasted yum."
	"Fresh this morning." Paul countered.  "Just the way you like it."
	Duncan grinned at me as he lubed up his cock and pressed his engorged
knobhead against my cock.  Beside him, Mike was filming everything.
	"You ready, Mark?" Duncan asked.  I nodded and groaned out loud as his cock
began to sink into my tight little fuckhole.
	"Oh wow!" I shouted as Duncan slid his massive length home, his big balls
coming to rest on my upraised arse.   For answer, Duncan placed his hands
either side of my shoulders and kissed me.
	"Now, suck Paul's cock," Mike instructed me.
	"With pleasure." I smiled and took Paul's cockhead into my mouth, running
my tongue around the rim and across his piss-slit, making him groan and push
himself into my mouth.  With my spare hand I gently wanked the cameraman's
nice hard cock, pulling his foreskin gently back and forth and occasionally
licking his shaft or sucking one of his balls.  Above me, Duncan slowly
pushed himself in and out of me, sending waves of lust through my body.
Finally he was ready.
	"Okay boys, out the way," he told them.  "Okay Mark, wrap your legs around
me.  I am now going to fuck you like nothing you've ever experienced."
	I did as Duncan told me as he lowered himself on to his elbows and pulled
my head up to meet him, kissing me deeply and thrusting hard with his cock
at the same time.  It was heaven.  He began to increase his speed, pumping
himself into me harder and faster until I was clinging to him, barely able
to breath as he fucked his big cock into me, making me yell as he pushed
deeper and deeper into my arse.
	After a few more minutes of his relentless fucking I came, spraying my seed
over my stomach and his chest while his big balls continued to bang against
my arse.
	"Fuck, that feels good." He grunted, as my arse spasmed around his cock.
"Oh fuck, Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!" he yelled, pumping me harder and harder as his
cum shot out of him and into my pulsating mancunt.  Finally, his orgasm
subsided and he lay next to me, kissing me and rubbing my cum into my
stomach while his massive cock began to subside and slide out of my
well-fucked arse.

	Mike was so pleased that he not only fucked me as a thank you, but we
regularly meet up for fuck sessions with Paul and Duncan.  And next year we
are definitely going back to Prague.  I have already emailed Ljubo to tell
him the good news!