A pornstar experience

A request for my good friend Raquel: you can find her here: https://nl.pornhub.com/model/silicone-raquel who wanted to be one of my stories. So I wrote this for her.

The darkness of the night had just set in to its fullest extent. Markus yawned as he removed himself from Andrea’s nethers after another long sex session while Jeanne watched a TV show. 

“Oh! Oh! I have a fun idea! I’ve been saving this one up and I want to do it!” His wife, already covered in cum, stood up and began to clean herself up. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. What are you going to do now?” Mark asked with a tired, dismissive tone.

“Don’t be so negative, it’s going to be fun!” Andrea reached under the bed and pulled out a skinsuit of a woman that Markus didn’t recognize. Her long, blonde hair fell into curls around her neck, leading down to a curvesque body with G cup breasts and thick areolas. Her ass looked full even in her deflated form. She was clearly a very handsome woman whom Markus faintly started to recognize. 

“Oh, that’s what porn star…whatsherface? Rachel?”

“The one, the only, Rocking Raquel! Custom ordered.” Andrea picked up the skinsuit and showed off it’s bushy vagina by licking it. “Markus, I want you to be this.” She gestured to the pussy. “You know how it is…sleeping as a part of me.” 

Markus looked at the crotch for a moment before shrugging. “Alright, alright, it’s been a while. I’ll allow it.” Andrea next walked over to Jeanne, whom looked deeply fascinated by some stupid robot show or something. Andrea really didn’t care as she yanked the headphones from the blonde’s head.

“Hey! I was watching something!” 

“You, you’ll be Miss Raquel’s massive tits for tonight.”

“Oh?” She looked up, glancing at Markus, who gave a small nod. “You mean sleeping as a porn star’s tits? Oh, color me interested!”

“Great!” Andrea leaned in for a quick kiss on Jeane’s cheek as a sign of gratitude. Then she walked back to the bed. “I already have your skinsuits for the night.” She tossed Raquel onto the bed and reached for two suits. Upon closer inspection, they were perfect recreations of Raquel’s chest and pelvis, yet they were disembodied and deflated. 

“One for you,” She chucked the pelvis at Markus. “and one for you.” She did the same for Jeanne except she chucked it so hard the deflated tits slapped against Jeanne’s face. Andrea chuckled at her short discomfort.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

“No.” Markus interjected. “You’re planning more than just a night’s sleep.”

Andrea smiled. “Well, maybe.”

“I’m listening.”

“I want to make a porn video with you two as my sensitive regions. A Rocking Raquel exclusive solo video!” 

Markus thought about it for a moment. He was well aware that he didn’t need to be at work tomorrow and thus could afford to…be bathed in sexual pleasure as Andrea’s vagina. Same for Jeanne. These body part forms always were incredible to wear…and get used as.

“Alright, but, make sure there’s nothing identifiable in the video. Nothing. Got it?”

“Yes dear. I’ll just do it in front of a random wall with a camera facing me.”

“I get to see it in full before you upload it to a porn site.” 

“Yes, yes, I promise everything will just be fine. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t been my vagina or cock before.” Andrea smirked.

“Allright, you got me. I’m in.”

“Me too.” Jeanne couldn’t wait to be a part in this. 

“Great, great!”

Andrea laid out Raquel before both of her hands stretched her vagina open wide. They slipped in, pulling the skin over her arms. With a cheeky smile on her face she pulled her head past the bushy extensive labial lips. From inside she giggled. “I’ve always wanted to be inside her, but this is fun too!” She pulled Raquel over her buxom mounds, slowly moving upward into place until they matched Raquel’s own. Andrea merely held the labial lips by the inner side down and hopped, pulling in both legs and losing her balance, falling flat on her chest.

The woman that grumbled and stood back up wasn’t Andrea, but Rocking Raquel herself. She immediately groped her breasts and let one hand roll through her pretty blonde hair, now shaping it into Raquel’s usual wavy style. She glared at the nearby sound of giggling, as if it were an affront to her existence.

‘That’s the most inconvenient way of getting into a skinsuit I’ve ever seen.” Markus stood there with the zipped-open pelvis while Jeanne had long finished already. The disembodied breasts jiggled on the ground next to him.

“Get in, pussy.”

“Nice pun, dear. Don’t overplay this or you’re going to stone again.”

“You really should relax, Markus. I’m not overstepping my boundaries,” she said sweetly. “One night only.” She levelled a gaze at her husband, the lie rolling off the tongue with ease.

“Alright. Enjoy yourself, ‘Rocking Raquel’.” Markus pulled the skinsuit over himself and closed the zipper behind him as the pelvis shrank down into place. Raquel picked up both of her body parts, licking the pussy and feeling it all shiver gently before suddenly squirting fluids in her mouth.

“Eager, aren’t you dear?” She rubbed the pelvis against her stomach before flipping around and pressing it into place. It fused with her own in a way that made Raquel go crosseyed, exhaling loudly

“All in place?”

“Yeah.” Markus’ voice spoke in her mind.

“Great. Now for the other one.” Raquel looked down on her own breasts, which jiggled heavily while leaking. “You’re eager too, Jeanne?” She sucked on one of the nipples to taste the milk while her free hand fondled the other. She then flipped it around and pressed the breasts onto her own, waiting for them to merge.

“Oh God! This is so hot!” Raquel’s breasts immediately began lactating, bouncing up and down the way breasts do with an air of excitement. 

“Wait for the camera to be on, first.” She pulled up the high-end video camera she’d also hidden under the bed, flicked it on, and laid down on the fancy sheets and linens. 

“Hello everyone. I’m THE Rocking Raquel! No clothes, because why would I need any of that.” Raquel began fingering herself slowly and gently, smiling at the camera. She traced the finger across her body groping one of her breasts and squeezing one nipple, getting Jeanne all excited as she started to let out high pitched moans as Raquel began to lactate.

“Jeanne, keep it, in, that’s for the finale!”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” The one drop of milk rolled down Raquel’s tit as she ignored it, pulling out a pretty realistic dildo of large size…which was clearly a lifecast of Markus’s molded from high-end material only RnD could produce. She slid “his cock” into Markus  with a satisfied grin, beginning to masturbate using the dildo.

“This is good…so good. But not good enough!” Raquel raised up, her G cup breasts falling into place as the Markus dildo now split her ass apart. Firmly grabbing the dildo with one hand, her other was fingering herself, no fisting herself hard while her breasts seemed to shake.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Keep it going!” Markus egged her on while dousing Andrea’s mind in sexual pleasure similar to his own. Raquel pushed further and further into herself in both of her holes while Jeanne was leaking milk like crazy. Raquel was truly rocking back and forth in pleasure and joy, her chest covered in her own milk before she came, Markus squirting fluids so hard they coated the camera while both breasts did the same. Raquel squeezed both of her nipples, making sure the camera was covered in her milk as well while keeping her ass impaled upon the Markus dildo.

Finally covered in fluids and lactation, Raquel slid her body underneath the covers and drifted happily off to sleep, forgetting to deactivate the camera that ran out of power deep into the night.

That morning…

The phone alarm blasted at full volume at six in the morning, awakening the woman and her two sentient segments. The world-famous porn star Rocking Raquel herself arose from underneath the soaked sheets, her nipples still leaking milk.

“Nnngh, what, what? Oh…right.”

“Good morning, sleepyhead. How late is it?”

“Six AM sharp.”  Raquel remarked. “Perfectly on time.”

“Why in GOD’S NAME would you set an alarm this early?!” Markus complained to her within the confines of her mind.

‘No reason.” Raquel fell back on the pillow with a smug look on her face. 

“I’m coming out.” Markus said in a determined fashion. Raquel noticed some motion as both her labia lips and her sphincter opened and contracted simultaneously.

“Andrea…I can’t get out.”

“You only just noticed?” Raquel giggled.

“YOU ARE GOING TO LET ME OUT! NOW!”

“Or what? Seems like there’s not much you or Jeanne could do about it.” 

“Andrea. I order you to–” Raquel began fingering herself, eliciting a few moans from Markus. “–Getting me horny won-t distract me dear, now let us out!”

“Nope.” Raquel got out of bed, sauntering sensually over to the sex toy cabinet. She pulled out an extremely large vibrator and an almost comedically-sized buttplug. She put the buttplug on the ground and lowered her asshole on top of it. Her hole just barely pressed against it’s tip. In front, she flicked on the vibrator.

“Markus dear, if you’re going to complain and argue all the time, I’m afraid I need to silence you.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me! I am never letting you pull this off again. I’m going to…” Raquel’s smile never faded from her face as she lowered herself onto the buttplug and inserted the vibrator. The experience was intense, as shown with Markus’ combined moans of frustration and arousal.

“Andrea…this is really wrong.” Jeanne spoke up now. 

“You love it, don’t you, Jeanne? Being tricked into being someone’s body part…used…” Raquel groped her breasts and rubbed her nipples. “Corrupted into a mindless body part.”

“N-No! N-N-No this is so wrong…and so incredibly hot!” Raquel’s breasts started moving before lactating so hard that it was more akin to ejaculation than anything else.

“There we go. Good girl. Now be quiet and don’t move.”

There was no response from her as Raquel got dressed in Andrea’s clothes. The impulses from down below coupled with Markus’s frustrated (yet extremely aroused) moaning meant that she was horny, but then again, when wasn’t she? This kind of arousal would incapacitate most people, but for Andrea it was a breeze. Enjoyable even. She got dressed and drove off in one of Markus’ fancier cars. She checked the time. Six-thirty. Plenty of time to make it work.

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“Andrea…ugh, what are you doing? This is…” Markus found it incredibly hard to focus as his whole body and mind seemed aflame in sexual arousal.

“I’m going to visit the real Raquel and take her out of commission so that I can replace her for a day of work. I’ve always wanted to be a pornstar y’know, but you never let me upload any of our videos!”

“For good reason! Too much attention is bad for us!”

“Don’t be boring, dear. Since I’m the Rocking Raquel I can do whatever porn I want. Now I wanted to visit a porn shoot with the two of you as a part of me, so…this was the easiest way. Be a good little cunt and I’ll pull out the two toys to give you some relief.”

There was only a furious expression of frustration in response. Raquel reached into her panties and put the vibrator on its highest setting, eliciting Markus’ beautifully arousing moans.

She had found the address and it turned out the real Raquel only lived an hour away. The smile on her face never quite faded as she stepped out onto the porch of the pretty beachside house. Of course, it was nothing compared to the Creneth mansion, so Andrea thought of it as rather small while it was, in fact, a place most people would kill for.

Rocking Raquel walked up to her own house, the buzzing down below remaining a constant background noise as she did so. She wore a white bikini that was covered up by a white shirt-skirt combo. Sunglasses shielded her eyes. A stylized hairpin kept her hair up. An eagle-eyed observer could notice the bumps in her body where her “extra equipment” lay.

“Are you going to replace the real Raquel?” her breasts asked.

“Oh, look at you, you’re a smart rack indeed.” Raquel affectionately groped herself, eliciting a moan from Jeanne. She looked to the right, where one of her neighbours glared at her, mouth agape. 

“What are you looking at? THese two have earned me lots of money, and they deserve a compliment.  

“Nrrght, rrghgh, aaargh, fuuck, Andrea, you’ve got toooo let me out!”

“Quiet, dear.” Raquel removed the pick from her hair, walking up to the lock and getting a good feel for it. 

“Are you lock picking? I recognize the sound from Fallout.” Jeanne said, feeling confident in her answer.

“Yes, indeed.” 

“When did you, youuuu, learnthat? God, Andrea, please!” Markus yelled.

“Girls gotta have her secrets. Maybe I’ll tell you someday.” Raquel tilted her head down and sarcastically exclaimed “Naaah!” She stepped down into the hallway, closing the door behind her.  

“Hello?” Fake Raquel could heal the real Raquel speak from a few rooms away.

“Gun please.” Raquel pressed her hand into her breasts and felt around before the skinsuit gun emerged from her cleavage. Raquel grasped it and flicked her sunglasses up.

“Is anyone there?”

With the gun out, Raquel stepped into the living room. Sitting there in front of the TV was the real Rocking Raquel, eating corn flakes from a bowl in her morning robe. She glared like an open-mouth bass at this version of herself whom wielded a strange gun step into the room.

“Oh hello there, Raquel. I’m a huge fan of your work. Especially loved you in Backyard Sluts 5!” 

“What the hell…” the spoon fell from her mouth and fell to the floor with a clunk.

“How did you get in here? How the hell are you an exact copy of me? You even sound the same!”

“Oh, I’m 100 percent identical.” Fake Raquel bragged. “That’s why I’m here, to replace you on today’s porn shoot.”

“Is this a dream?” Real Raquel slapped herself, shocked by the pain.

“It is for me. I guess it’s a nightmare for you or something, but I don’t actually care.”

“How can you…be me?” She got up, looking fake Raquel in the eye before faltering in her step and falling down, fainting on the spot.

“Oh hell yes!” Raquel lifted herself up, the thicker woman easily lifting herself up, demonstrating the unnatural strength that these skinsuits granted the wearer. 

“I was just going to replace you but I’m not letting this situation pass by.” Raquel gently placed the other her on the bed, stepping out of her skirt and panties. She freed her boobs as well, slowly ripping out both of her sex toys.

“Oh…wow. Andrea, when I’m released I AM SHOVING YOU IN STONE FOR A MONTH!”

“You know you can’t live that long without me. Besides…I need you right now.” Andrea focused her mind, focusing on Markus’s body..and only one segment of it, willing it to appear. Slowly but surely Markus’s cock emerged from within Raquel’s folds.

“Thanks for letting me borrow this, dear.”

“You’re welcome. Mind letting the rest of me out too, dear?”

“No.” Raquel spanked Markus’s cock, eliciting another moan from him. “Not until I’m done.”

She stripped the bathrobe off of herself, leaning in to lick “her own” nether region with a smirk before repositioning herself, lifting both legs over the shoulder, and sliding Markus’s cock into the real Raquel’s pussy.

“YES! YESSS! I’M BANGING HER AS HER. GOD YOU…ME…I’M SO TIGHT.”

“If you hadn’t tricked me into this, this would have been pretty hot.” Markus stated, rather dismayed.

“Don’t be a downer….or I’ll go down with you.” Raquel slid the giant buttplug below her and sat down on it, locking it firmly in place as she switched holes, now penetrating deep into Raquel’s asshole. Her hair now was wild and unkempt as she banged her unconscious self in the ass, her breasts shivering and leaking milk. Jeanne herself was extremely aroused, and this whole bondage-like aspect of being tricked into being someone else’s breasts…unable to do anything but leak and vibrate, linked to the crazy mind of Andrea….it just couldn’t be beat. Even before Raquel was approaching climax, her breasts began leaking more and more until they finally ejaculated out milk akin to an actual cock.

“Oooh.” Raquel grasped her breasts and began rubbing and squeezing them.” “Someone’s really aroused, I see. You just couldn’t keep it in.”

“I’m sorry Andrea…I just–“

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. I’m just happy you’re enjoying yourself as my tits.” Raquel lifted up her left boob and began sucking the nipple for any milk she could taste. Meanwhile, she relentlessly used Markus’ cock to pound Raquel’s ass until he came, the arousal reverberating through Jeanne’s and Andrea’s minds. This set off a second high-powered lactation while Raquel’s jaw dropped. Load after load was deposited into the real porn star’s ass untill finally Raquel pulled out of Raquel. 

She reached for her skinsuit gun and shot “herself”, deflating her into a skinsuit; one she quickly donned after removing the buttplug. With the real Raquel’s face in her hand, the fake Raquel smirked for the last time before the memories rolled in with a whole lot of porn shoots and interactions with directors and co-workers.

It sucked.

It really did.

Memories of long hours of waiting in the nude, completely unsatisfied by her co-performer, getting yelled at by the director who demanded sexual favors to keep her around for long hours, injecting substances to stay energetic, and lone evenings getting hammered-out drunk to cope.

Onscreen, she was one of the best and hottest porn stars out there. She had great sex with great people. Behind the screen, she felt sad, lonely, and distasteful of what she worked as. All she wanted to do is save up enough money to buy herself a lovely cafe and maybe bring some happiness to those few she cared about..and maybe other kinds of help, too. The mental kind. The kind that gave people the confidence to break out from their ugly, dirty lives like the one she hoped to leave.

Andrea found herself quite sad for reasons she didn’t quite understand. She felt empathetic with this random porn star. Sure, she liked Rocking Raquel so much she went out of her way to trick Markus and Jeanne into coming along and replacing her for porn…but as it turned out, porn wasn’t fun at all.

“That’s just awful….” Jeanne exclaimed.

“Yeah. I feel terrible for this woman…I don’t get why because we don’t actually know her and I just banged her once, but I feel so horrible.” Andrea struggled to cope with these feelings that overcame her. “We need to help her, Markus.”

“Yeah, I know. I know. Let me out and I’ll make it happen.”

“Naaah.” Andrea walked back outside, forgetting that Raquel was nude as she sauntered back to her car, picked up Markus’s phone…with his cock sticking out too. By sheer luck, only the neighbour working his grass the next door over saw it happen…and he was confused as all hell, ducking down behind a bush before she noticed him.

“Dear…what are you doing?”

“Helping her, duh!” She pulled Raquel’s memories and Markus’ memories, cross referenced them, and started playing with Markus’s phone, filling in the passwords he’d never given her.

“Hey, hold on, you aren’t just…”

“Markus, do I need to fill both your holes again? Be quiet dear.”

Markus grumbled and his cock ejaculated as a sign of protest. Raquel smirked as she willed his cock to fold back in between her folds. 

“Bank account…transfer. Let’s say ten mil?”

“TEN MIL!” Markus exclaimed. “One mill will do just fine!” Raquel’s pussy started squirting and shivering, which was something that Raquel ignored as she finished the transaction.

“Alright, now leave a note and then we’re out of here.” She didn’t understand why she cared so much for this porn star who she vaguely liked as entertainment…but she followed these feelings as well. Raquel sat down at the table writing a small note, taping it to the table. 

She stood up, reached back, and pushed her hand behind her head. Her fingers pressed hard on the back of her neck as the real Raquel peeled off. It was a surreal view, watching someone shed their skin like a snake would to reveal her new self. Andrea took note to dress Raquel properly and place her down in her own bed, tucking her in and getting dressed herself.

Without saying a word, she restored Raquel and left, quickly hopping in her car and driving away.

“Man that was weird. She was just some porn star I vaguely liked and here I am making her dreams come true.”

“Just like we’re affected by being part of you, we affect you too. Was this the first time you’ve felt empathy, Andrea?” Raquel’s breasts asked, hoping to shed some insight on what just happened.

“Eh, I like you and I adore Markus, but I guess so, yeah. It was odd, but I feel good about it right now.”

“Yeah. Let’s go home. And when we get home, LET ME OUT!”

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The real Rocking Raquel slid out of bed, feeling hungover. Soreness stuck to her body like superglue, and a quick check revealed that she was leaking from her ass. “Guess I had another one night stand.” As she checked the clock, she swore loudly. “Fuck! I’m late, why did I sleep through my alarm?!” She rushed out, spotting an odd note taped to her breakfast  table.

Pulling it loose, she read the text…then read it again.

“Hey Raquel. I might have come in and raped you after you fainted but I feel really bad about it for some reason. Check your bank account, there’s ten million dollars on it so you can make that cafe you’ve been dreaming about. Would have given you more but my husband complained. Good luck, that’s what they say right? Good luck even though saying it is dumb because saying some line doesn’t really change your chances. Good luck! Oh and stop doing porn, it makes you sad which sucks because then you’re not sexy. Signed. A fan.”

She couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Did an insane woman rape her last night?” She collapsed on the couch feeling miserable. Pulling out her phone, she logged into her e-banking account and checked her account value.

There was the $100,000 she had saved over the years…and another 10 million. Raquel burst into tears before calming herself down. She called up her sleazy producer, told him to get lost and began working on her brand new future. For her own sanity, she completely ignored the circumstances of how she obtained it. 

The Cozy Corner turned out to be a success as a wholesome place run by a former pornstar. Raquel made work of hiring other girls, giving them a painless escape from the rather horrid world of pornography, as well as helping counsel them and funneling them into better and more enriching careers. Over time, Raquel’s past felt truly behind her, and the strange events of that day faded from her mind.