I Let My Boyfriend Turn Me Into a Porn Star

When I started this I was trying to write about coercive control. Not the kind with fists or money, but the quiet kind that messes with your head. It makes you believe every mistake is yours. You walk on eggshells waiting for the next complaint. That kind of control is tough to spot from the outside, and the story showed how Sarah finally broke free. The tale kept growing on its own, yet the core idea never changed, so it belongs under mind control.

I was kind of kneeling on the bed, glancing back at the camera with a half-smile that almost turned into a laugh at how silly the pose felt. One hand spread my pussy open, and the angle was not flattering at all. My asshole showed clearly. I figured that was what most guys would notice first. I liked my face in the shot though, and how my thick auburn hair framed my tit. My nipples were puffy, and even though my tits were small I still liked them. They were my best feature, and until now hardly anyone had seen them.

Private Photo Session

He only snapped one picture of me fully clothed, and it came out like an afterthought. He did not care about me dressed. He told me to pull my top down. I was not wearing a bra. He wanted my hands on my breasts, first two fingers squeezing my nipples. That explained why the left tit looked like it had just slipped free, the puffy nipple swollen and dark. I really liked that photo. The nipple pointed straight out. You could hang a hat on it. I had hung a pair of panties on it once to tease Jake.

He made me stand with feet apart while he lay between them shooting upward at my pussy. I looked down, hair falling around my face, visible between my tits. The shot would have been fine if he had not ordered me to hold my pussy lips open with my hands behind my back. At rest my pussy looked neat, like a closed burger bun, a straight slit with the tiniest dip at the top where my clit hid. This version made me look exposed and ready. I guess that was exactly what he wanted.

The close-up of my open pussy and asshole might turn some people on, all that raw detail, but it left me cold. You might wonder why an 18-year-old girl would let anyone take shots like these. My boyfriend, the love of my life, talked me into it. He said I was pretty enough to earn real money modeling. He set up the session with a guy he knew. I would do anything to please Jake. When he said “good girl” I felt shivers race down my spine. I loved the sex. He had been gentle when he took my virginity. It hurt at first but felt amazing after. He taught me everything about making him happy. I used to worry about making him mad. Do not get it wrong, he never hit me. He would just sulk and call me stupid. After those moments I sometimes sank back into my depression. He knew how to pull me out. He was like my own personal antidepressant.

He played guitar in a band that worked local bars and dreamed of making it big. I met him on my 18th birthday. He was playing at what turned into my regular spot. It was love at first sight. We clicked fast and he started staying at my place more and more. I had a steady job, and even though Jake did not work he still brought in cash for nights out. He was always chasing wild ideas to make money. Hopefully this photo thing would not turn into another flop.

When I got home that afternoon with the photos Jake was eager to see them. He lingered on the close-up of my pussy. By the time he finished flipping through them his cock was pushing hard against his boxers, the only thing he had on. “Get on your knees,” he growled, shoving his shorts down so his dick sprang free. I dropped right away. I loved having his cock in my mouth and making him feel good. He kept staring at the pictures while I sucked him. “You do have a nice cunt and your tits are not bad. Get your kit off.” I stripped without letting his cock slip from my lips. He grabbed my head, walked backward a few steps, and dropped onto the couch. “Did he say anything about more pictures or maybe a film?”

I pulled his cock from my mouth, licked up the shaft, and kissed the head. “He said I could be in a porn film and earn a thousand dollars or more,” I answered. “That easy? What did you tell him?” Jake sounded interested enough to stop looking at the photos. “I told him I would think about it. He gave me an envelope. It is over there,” I said, pointing. He pushed my head down so I could lick his balls and went back to the pictures. The shoot had turned me on, and I had come home hoping to get fucked. “Instead of staring at the photos, why not have the real thing?” I asked. He yanked my head back then shoved my mouth onto his cock again. He came hard down my throat, holding me in place until he finished. Then he went right back to the photos. I knew I would not get any satisfaction from him for hours. So I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bedroom. I flopped on the bed and rubbed my clit hard, annoyed at how he ignored me. The selfish bastard. Sometimes I wondered why I loved him. Was it because he treated me like dirt? I could still taste his cum. My orgasm built fast. I pinched my nipple hard. It stung. I came, not a mind-blowing release but enough to take the edge off.

Breaking the Hold

After a shower I brushed my teeth to kill the taste and got dressed in comfortable panties, leggings, and a tee shirt. I went downstairs. Jake had left, taking the money from the envelope. I did not see him for a week. He had probably gone on a bender and was crashing at the apartment he shared with two band mates. It was not unusual. He sometimes played gigs in other towns. I kept working as usual, and five days later a message from the photographer was on my machine. “Hello Sarah, thanks for returning the questionnaire. It was enlightening. I can book you for an erotic film next week if you are still interested. It pays better than the hundred dollars I gave you for the photos. Give me a call.”

I had never seen the questionnaire or the money. The hundred dollars explained why Jake vanished. I called Mike the photographer. “Hello Mike, I got your message. I did not know about any questionnaire. What was it about?” “Questions about what you would do sexually in the film,” he replied. “And what does it say I am willing to do?” “The more varied the acts the more you earn. Besides regular fucking in different positions and blowjobs, it lists two or more men or women, anal, rimming, bondage, whipping, BDSM.” “Okay, enough. What is rimming?” I asked. “Licking asshole. The form had you down for everything. I thought you wanted serious money fast.” Fuck, he had signed me up for anything. “I would not lick anybody’s asshole, especially a stranger. I will not do anal, and I might be tied but not whipped. We need to talk about what would actually be required.” I set up a meeting in a few days. Then I changed the locks, packed Jake’s stuff, and left it outside his apartment. How could I have loved a creep like that? What kind of control had he held over me? I pictured myself naked on my knees sucking his dirty cock after that humiliating photo session while he just stared at the pictures. With the “love” curtain pulled back I could see the one-sided relationship clearly. He used me, lived off me, fucked me, stole from me, humiliated me, made me feel worthless, and I had fallen for it. I was finished with him. Definitely. I was sure. I would not take him back. I kept repeating it to convince myself.

I visited my lawyer and had him send a letter demanding the photos back and warning Jake not to post them anywhere. Looking back, a year earlier both my parents died in a car crash. I inherited everything, including the house. I was in a dark place, and my friends convinced me to go out on my 18th birthday. That was where Jake first acted kind, and life started feeling worth living again. I had been so vulnerable. Now I was alone and miserable once more, no future, no man, nothing. What next? My life felt empty.

I took a week off work and met Mike. He showed me the form claiming I would do the most vile things. That was unfair. Everyone had their own tastes, but some acts were off-limits for me. I crossed out everything I refused to do, leaving only normal man-woman sex, blowjobs, and maybe woman-woman. I did it without thinking. I had already decided against the film. I did not need the money. He showed me some milder videos with exactly what I had agreed to. “You could send a copy to Jake so he can see what he is missing,” Mike said. That was an idea. I pictured Jake watching me suck a bigger cock than his. I had not seen many, but the ones in Mike’s videos were much larger. “Can you film a video without the extremes, just me and one man?” I asked. “Yes, we pay less but the money is still good, and I can set it up. I know a guy who is good with newcomers.” “What the hell, I will do it.” It would pull me out of my boring routine. We booked the shoot for the following weekend.

My lawyer dropped off an envelope with my photos. It was obvious he had looked at them. I wondered if he had jerked off. He kept checking me out and showed no hurry to leave. He started talking about the letter to Jake. Short of being rude I could not get rid of him, so I offered tea. He accepted. Right, I thought, I will give him some temptation. I turned and walked to the kitchen wearing pale blue leggings I only used indoors because my panties showed through the thin fabric. In the kitchen I reached high for tea bags, knowing my ass looked good when I stretched. I moved out of sight, got the milk, and pinched my nipples hard. I was not wearing a bra. I rarely did at home. I returned with two mugs. He looked like he was trying to hide an erection. I handed him his tea with a smirk while staring at his crotch. “Have you put weight on?” I asked innocently. “No, why?” “You are not wearing your wedding ring,” I said with my sweetest smile. “Err, no, it slipped off while I was washing up. I shall have to get it tightened,” he stammered.

I picked up the envelope and opened it. “Did you check that they are all here?” I asked, keeping my innocent expression. I laid the photos on the coffee table. When I reached the one of me holding my pussy lips open I said, “I hate this one. It looks so crude. There is nothing sexy about a wide open pussy like that.” I ripped it in half and tossed it in the bin. He was sweating. “This one is my favorite,” I said, showing him the shot with my tit against my auburn hair and my finger holding my pussy open. “I might rip this in half and keep the bit with my tit.” Should I offer him the other half? Maybe not. “Well, thank you for the tea. I had better be going,” he said, standing and heading for the door with half his tea untouched. I walked him out. When he turned to say goodbye he bumped into me because I was right behind him. “Oops, sorry,” I said, brushing the tit that had touched him. He rushed off.

Giggling, I went to the bedroom, peeled off my leggings and panties, and grabbed my magic wand vibrator from the drawer. Life went on as usual, work and drinks with the girls. I avoided any bar where Jake might be playing. The whole time I swung between excitement and fear about the coming weekend. Saturday arrived. After a shower I shaved my pussy, legs, and underarms. I drove to the house. I almost turned around before ringing the bell of the big detached place. Mike answered fast so I had no time to run. We sat down and he explained the story. It was definitely not Shakespeare. He said he would give directions and most sound would be added later. I was ready. He handed me the outfit. I looked around. “If you want to change in private, go through there,” he smiled. It was silly. He was going to see everything soon anyway. I went into the other room, stripped, and put on white panties with a Hello Kitty print, a tiny white vest that would fit a ten-year-old, and a short plaid skirt. White bobby socks and the ridiculous high heels finished it. I kept my own trainers on. “These shoes are ridiculous. They do not go with the little girl outfit, and I am not keen on that, but I cannot walk in these shoes,” I said, waving them. “You will not have to walk in them,” he smiled. “Just lay back and wave your legs in the air.” “Do not be so fucking stupid, and is this aimed at pedophiles? Are you making me look like a child?” I demanded. “You are young and we want you to look young. There is a notice at the beginning saying all participants are over 18.” “I am still not keen.” “I was going to put your hair in plaits or bunches.” “No fucking chance. You are not messing with my hair,” I snapped. “Okay, we will compromise about the shoes. The rest stays. You can wear your trainers. You will not be wearing them for long. Right, here is the story. Brandon is an older man you have always fancied. You show up at his house and find him lying on the bed, wanking.” “At least I am not stuck in a washing machine,” I muttered. “We will start with you coming in the back door and looking around. Realizing he is not downstairs you take your shoes off and creep up the stairs. You peep around the door and put your hands down your panties and start wanking. Then you decide to join him. You take your panties off, kick them away, and crawl to the bottom of the bed. We will record that part now. Brandon will be here soon but we do not need him yet.” We shot the downstairs scenes then moved upstairs where lights and cameras surrounded a large bed. “You will be looking around the door.” Mike set a camera on the landing for another angle of me looking and masturbating. So there I stood peeping into the empty bedroom in my stocking feet with my hand down my panties. I was not sure if I was supposed to, but I started rubbing my clit. I tried to look shocked, pretending to see him wanking. I had to do it again, this time coming up the stairs, reaching the door, acting shocked. I spent time with my hand down my panties before taking them off. I crawled to the empty bed. “Ass up,” he instructed, getting close with his camera aimed at my pussy. “Right, do it again,” he said. Several cameras were trained on me. “Good girl. I will see if Brandon is ready.” Seconds later a naked man joined us. He had clearly just showered. He had a warm friendly smile. “Hello, I am Brandon, your partner for the shoot. You are very attractive. I love your hair,” he said, holding out his hand. What a nice guy. It felt strange. His cock was uncircumcised and soft, yet already big. “On the bed?” he asked. “Yes, Sarah, you get between his legs and start sucking his cock,” said Mike. “I have not seen him wanking, and I have to climb up onto the bed?” I asked. “We will shoot that when you have got Brandon hard.” I got between Brandon’s legs and took his cock in my mouth, which would be edited to look like deep-throating. No way I could have done that with Jake, let alone this massive cock, and it was growing in my mouth. “Wow, you are good at this,” he said. I think he was being kind, but it made me feel good. “Lots of in and out now, that is what can be seen. Push your hair to the right so the camera can see. Hold his cock with your hand. Open your legs. Bring your other hand down and play with your cunt. Arch your back. I want to cut to your cunt.” I realized this had little to do with real sex. Although the way my mouth stretched had everything to do with what I could look forward to later, if I could take it. “Cut,” Mike shouted. Now we have a nice erection where you can crawl onto the bed while Brandon is wanking. He is too caught up to notice you until you start licking his balls. I did as directed, twice before Mike was satisfied. I licked up his cock from Brandon’s balls. “Lovely,” he whispered. I felt shivers in my pussy. “Use her hair to pull her up and start kissing.” We kissed like a real couple. He was an excellent kisser. “We will concentrate on the fucking now,” Mike said. “Let me just rearrange the cameras.” There was some adjusting while I was on top of Brandon. He had kept his erection. “Okay, hold his cock and put it into you. Do you want some lube or are you wet enough?” Wet enough. I had never been wetter. I would take that lovely cock. “I will be okay,” I panted, and I pushed his cock into my pussy. Wow, it filled me, hit my G-spot and every other spot. My world exploded. My climax surprised both of them as well as me. Luckily he had a camera on my face which caught my scream. Brandon did not stop. I was going to cum again. I had never been so turned on. I climaxed again. Hell, I did not know where I was. Brandon shot into me. “Fuck, we still have doggy and cumming over her face yet,” said Mike. Brandon and I collapsed on the bed. “I have done quite a few scenes and you are fantastic. I have never cum before I was asked to, and I have never made somebody really cum twice while filming. You are wonderful,” Brandon gasped. I felt exhausted. Once that cock went in me I had no idea what was happening. Everything was a haze but so real. “I cannot do any more,” I said. “Yes you can. We will make it work. We are great together.” I smiled at him doubtfully. “Let us have a cup of tea before we start again.” I could not believe we could act like everything was normal, just three people having tea. One totally naked, me in a sweaty vest with nipples showing and nothing covering my pussy, and a fully dressed man. At least I still had my socks on. Mike and Brandon talked about football. Mike was going to see a game soon. Brandon was a fan of the other team. I had no interest, so I tuned out. Much too soon Mike said, “Let us go.” We all headed for the bedroom. “You are doing great, Sarah. You just need to get Brandon hard again,” Mike said. Brandon lay back, and I took position between his legs and sucked his cock. He grabbed my vest and slowly pulled it up until my tits were exposed. When he was ready he pulled me up and kissed me before removing my vest. “You are wonderful,” he said before going off script, rolling me over, and surprising me by spreading my legs and planting his tongue in my pussy. Wow, nobody had done that before. His tongue hit my clit and I almost hit the roof. Mike was still recording.