Emilia Clarke was sweating, and with good reason. Her debut porn scene was about half an hour from dropping. She had waited for this moment for a long time. Years in her fantasies, but just a couple of weeks since she shot it. Both had felt like forever and no time at all. She was clad in a comfortable grey tracksuit, casual wear for home. She had kept the heating on in her apartment all evening which would have been fine for a lazy night on the couch waiting for the drop, but instead she was on her knees forcing inch after inch of Lucas Frost's cock down her throat. Her chin nestled into his balls as she took everything he had to offer, desperately holding her breath and trying to last the 30 second target she had been set. This wasn't a hookup, it was practice.

The final member of her watch party was Carl Johnson, head of creative at a high end porn site. He was watching the entire scene unfold, laughing to himself as she struggled. Emilia had been a little self-conscious about her deepthroat game, and how she would look sucking cock in general. She decided she was already comfortable enough with the two of them that she could show them what she was working with, and that led to a 20 minute blowjob party. She showed Carl a variety of techniques and he judged her honestly, and the feedback was mostly good. It was pretty clear though that she had a lot of work to do when it came to suppressing her gag reflex and breathing through her nose.

She slid back off of Lucas' cock before letting her bum rest on her heels. A bead of sweat was running down her cheek, and some loose hairs at the front of her hairline had come loose from her headband. "I just feel like I've never sucked a big cock before in my life." She drooled, catching some loose spit on her finger as it ran down her chin.

"You're doing fine. You looked amazing with pretty much everything, and so what if you can't go balls deep for that long. It's never in the script that you need to do it for a set amount of time." Carl had really enjoyed her company in recent weeks, and they were each finding the other to be an effective collaboration partner. "Lucas' isn't the biggest cock you'll suck but you can work on getting better at it if you want, and there's no rush."

"Thanks dude." Lucas was feigning sadness, still playing with his dick to ensure he stayed hard. He had gotten used to Emilia stopping at random intervals to discuss her performance with Carl.

"I just want everything to look as good as it can look." she moaned again, unzipping her tracksuit jacket and letting it fall onto the ground behind her. Her nipples were hard and pointing through her vest top, but she hardly cared to notice.

"It looks great. Shit, Em, it was hot!" Carl was happy, and also slightly obligated, to ensure she was in the best spirits imaginable. "Did you want to look pretty doing it? Did you want to look sexy?"

"Both?" she shrugged.

"That's exactly how you looked. It was fucking hot."

"It feels amazing too." Lucas said, but he was quickly shut down.

"There are no doubts about my ability." She lifted herself up and onto her feet, knees cracking as she did so.

"Are we done?" Carl asked.

"For now. I need a drink and want to cool off before it drops."

"That's a blue ball." Lucas was somewhat used to it in his line of work. There were always delays and problems and aching balls. He began to pull his boxers up, and his jeans followed.

"We're having sex tomorrow, get over it." Emilia giggled, before taking any final requests from the boys before heading into her kitchen. She was playing hostess well, serving food earlier and drinks now. She didn't want to be alone when it dropped, and had jumped at the chance to have a watch party of sorts, as unusual as it may be to watch herself have sex for the first time. It was wine for her and Carl, and a can of cider for Lucas.

She was nervous about the drop, of course she was, but more than anything she was ready. Watching it would be as surreal as shooting it and the feedback and fan reaction that followed would stress her out to the moon and back, but again she knew she was ready. You can't want something for so long and then not enjoy it. She had every intention of enjoying herself for almost every step of this adventure, and that started with her third glass of wine of the night.

"Is your middle name really Euphemia?" Lucas said as she returned, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Have you been stalking me?" She passed out the drinks and took her spot back on her couch, crossing her legs and resting her glass on one knee.

"I googled you." He had initiated the conversation, but now seemed embarrassed about admitting it.

"Yeah, I have three middle names which is way too many but I only chose one of them." she muttered, before elaborating. "And I definitely didn't choose that one!"

"It's crazy that you're doing porn." Lucas continued on, and this was now surely the most they had ever spoken. Most of the time he seemed happy to leave her and Carl to go on and on, but they were putting together a momentary back and forth here that would go down in history. Even with the limited off camera interaction, she felt happy to include him in her watch party. He was the penis involved, after all.

"Don't scare her off." Carl said.

"That's not possible." she quickly assured them both. "This is my industry now."

Emilia was playing a little, but there was truth behind her words. She had big plans for porn and what it would become for her. She was quickly learning that Carl didn't give her ego complete leeway though. "Your industry? You can barely suck a dick."

Her guests laughed in unison, and she scowled her way into a smile. "Make the most of it while you have it. I'm not signing another contract with your company after these next two shoots."

"Oh, that hurts." Carl replied. He was on his feet and fumbling with some wires now, trying his best to connect his laptop to Emilia's TV. Soon they would be watching the show on the big screen, and Emilia wasn't convinced there wouldn't be tears.

"Who else are you going to shoot with?" Lucas asked. He was like a journalist at times, asking her questions. If any of her answers made it into mainstream media, she would find it very easy to find the leak.

"As of right now I don't technically know who, but I want to try it all." As was often the case, she was so sure of herself when it came to porn. So much more than when it came to her usual acting. "My manager will already be talking to load of companies, and I'll shoot a scene with everyone probably."

"Do you think Samantha is ready for the release? Settled at home with a glass of wine like you?" Carl was entertaining himself. He had seen Sam in full flow in the meeting a couple of weeks earlier and knew the answer.

"She'll work right through it or be wrapped up in bed before it releases." Emilia chuckled. "She won't want to watch any of it. I'd bet right now she never catches a second for as long as I'm doing it."

"She's pretty fun, I must say." Carl meant every word of it, even if she had annoyed him at times.

"She's stuck by me when others didn't. I love her."

"Not long now." Carl said, finding himself comfortable on the couch again to the right hand side of Emilia. He was preparing a streaming link to watch the scene as soon as it dropped. The countdown was into single figures now.

"I can't believe it's finally happening." Emilia was effectively talking out loud to herself. She just wanted to revel in her happiness.

"What made you want to do it?" For everything they had discussed in recent weeks from future scripts and ideas to fantasies and her future, Carl had never once posed this question. She had been trying to word her answer the right way for years, but in truth there was so much to it that it would take her hours to get it all out.

"I just love it. I always have. There are so many defining moments that led me to this, so many small details that all added up to it happening." She was talking freely, which is how it seemed easiest to explain her love for porn. She had worried she would do so many interviews about this that would seem stilted or the questions would trap her into saying the wrong thing that she had come to the decision to just speak from her heart. No scripting, no planning. "I could pick one moment out of a hundred that made me commit to doing it."

"Give us one then." Carl asked, interested to hear a little more. He hoped to hear them all eventually.

"During season one of Game of Thrones, a fan came up to me in the street. He was one of the first people who had ever recognized me. He told me he had a crush on me, it was said in a jokey way and we laughed about it but it stuck with me. It turned me on basically. I won't go as far as saying I wanted to fuck him from that one statement alone, but I loved that he was into me. I seriously mean it when I said I could give you a hundred reasons."

"I look forward to hearing the other 99." Carl said.

"You should do a fuck a fan contest." Lucas followed on quickly. Every idea Emilia had heard from someone in her team or in porn in recent months was already swimming around in her head. They had no idea what she had planned.

"I'm going to do that. I'm being serious when I say I want to do everything. Except for maybe some weird shit." She was so confident in everything she said when it came to this. As far as she was concerned, there was very little that could stop her.

"We're going live." Carl said, clicking on the banner at the top of the webpage. The video player filled the screen as he put it into full screen mode, and the opening credits began.

EMILIA CLARKE, "THE MOTHER OF DRAGONS"

"I'm still getting typecast as Dany in porn, fucking hell." Emilia groaned, but she could see the funny side of it.

"That was not in my script by the way. That's probably a business decision." Carl simply had to save himself from her thinking that was his call.

Then she could see herself. It may have been a couple of weeks but she could still feel the cold of the desk in front of her, the slight shaking in her hand as she pretended to mark coursework. It felt like it was happening for real all over again.

"I look cute." she joked, a little relieved to finally see how it all looked through the eyes of the camera. Lucas had entered now and was putting the moves on her, her full body coming into camera shot. "I look hot!"

"That's what I was going to say." Carl concurred. "That skirt is great and the costume looks amazing on you. Imagine how many people are thinking the same thing right now."

"Don't say that. I'll cry." Emilia replied. The occasional silences in the room were often broken by her as she couldn't bear to watch in silence. She watched as her knickers were removed and the two of them kissed, her shirt being unbuttoned and her skirt lifted. The camera found her pussy, and she had no choice but to cringe a little. "Oh my God, it's so weird seeing it like that!"

"Don't lose confidence on me now." Carl was cross legged and so casual. This was very much the norm for him, seeing porn from this angle.

"You look good. I look awkward as always." Lucas on the other hand very rarely watched his own stuff.

"That's not true at all. My acting was off." Emilia had barely even registered it in reality. She would rewatch this a few more times before she could actually judge herself fairly.

"Not enough people care about how you look for it to have an adverse effect." Carl told Lucas, but it wasn't to be an ass. The young actor knew his role. "As long as you stay hard and make her look good, you've earned your paycheck."

"You look hot anyway. Look at those abs. I don't have those!" Emilia was sat forward now. She couldn't stay still on the comfort of the couch and was now leaning forward from the edge of it, her bum barely clinging on to the last inches of the seat. She rested her elbows on her knees and leaned forward as far as she could, edging closer to the screen as Lucas's cock edged closer to her pussy.

She was a pornstar now more than ever. She was watching herself get fucked on camera, her happy heart beating to the same rhythm as Lucas' onscreen thrusting. She went quiet for the first time in a while and just concentrated on the TV, and simply enjoyed herself. The smile on her face grew wider as he bent her over the desk, and then again when the two of them climbed onto the hard wood so she could ride his cock. Picturing the amount of fans who might be watching along sent shivers down her spine.

"This is so amazing and weird all at once." she said, finally breaking her silence. The guys agreed in unison.

"Em, look at you fucking go. You look amazing, and you were so confident. Imagine what you'll be like in 5 shoots time, or another 50? You're going to be the biggest star in the history of the business. I said it a thousand times already." Carl said. He was waving his phone in the air. "I'm getting so many texts from people in the industry. They all want a piece of you."

Emilia had kept her phone out of her eyeline. She wanted to experience it without any distraction, but as her past self dropped off the desk and onto her knees, she grabbed a hold of it. Lucas came in her mouth as notification rolled in, her phone dinging every few seconds now she had taken it off mute. Friends, colleagues, agents, blocked numbers, notifications from social media. It was never-ending. She left her phone to tickle her thigh with its vibrations as she watched Lucas fill her mouth with cum, and then grimaced as she tried to look sexy for the camera. She had to blush, hiding her face in her hands.

"No one feels comfortable doing that part, and we barely work it in to the scripts anymore. There was no way we could avoid it for your first shoot though. We needed you to look right at the audience and announce yourself." Carl explained himself a little, but Emilia had no real problem with it.

"Oh no, don't worry. It's funny, just weird to look at." she assured him. She shook her hands out in front of her, trying to get her blood flowing around her body again after going partially numb watching herself perform.

Her phone kept buzzing, and she loved the feeling of each one. It was feedback, positive or negative. It was friends backing her to the hilt and telling her she was a legend. She was either a feminist icon now, or a slut. One or the other, maybe even both.

Carl jumped to his feet. "I think we'll call it there for the night, if you don't mind. I've got an Uber coming if you want to jump in." he told Lucas, who agreed. "Tomorrow's shoot, are you all ready?"

Emilia nodded. Scene number two was right around the corner and she was already so excited to go again, and get that one released as well. "I can't wait."

"Don't stress about the feedback too much. Get some sleep." Carl suggested. "You're a star now."

"I'll definitely stress but I'll sleep, don't worry. I'll go to bed and deal with it in the morning." She said her goodbyes to the two of them and saw them out the front door of her apartment, before heading to the balcony. She caught some fresh air, replied to a few texts from close friends and found herself warm in bed by 11pm.

*****

Emilia was on social media before her eyes had even completely opened the next morning. Her name was still trending and she read through copious reviews from fans, critics and everyone in between. Very few people seemed ashamed to admit they had watched it, or at least taken a glance. This was big showbiz news and everyone wanted to have their say. A lot of it was positive, but there were also some complaints.

Some said it was too short, coming in at just under 20 minutes.

Jay * 8h

Bro I cancelled plans with friends to watch Emilia Clarke's porn film and it was like 15 minutes long. I could have nutted and still gone out. What's the point?

1.8k RT's, 10.1k likes

Others were bored by parts of it, whether that was the positions they did or the lack of titties. She found it all funny enough. They kept things basic on purpose. This was a process. She would do it all in time, but she wasn't wasting everything on day one. She had given herself room to improve, and if people thought that scene was the best she could offer she would keep on surprising them.

Donald Duck's Daddy * 9h

Daenerys Stormborn is tripping if she thinks she can shoot porn and not suck dick, someone arrest that bitch

8.1k RT's, 57k likes

She was basically crying laughing in bed it was all just so funny. The occasional mean comment cut her deep. Teenage boys saying she wasn't as hot as she used to be to stand out and overly defensive feminists calling her out for being a whore. What she mostly took from her browsing was that even the negative comments were often humorous. She could laugh at them because people were just having fun. They were calling her out in a playful enough way, and little did they know they were just challenging her to do better next time.

Her stans were feral as well, defending her at every turn. Her team had told her not to engage on social media. She had only ever tweeted once in her life away from the promotional material for the shoot, but something came over her and she decided it was time to have some fun and start using her online presence to benefit her second career. Out of nothing she found herself replying to someone, she couldn't stop herself.

STREAM EMILIA'S PORN * 8h

djsjsnd she actually started doing porn wtf i thought she was joking, emilia your vagina is so cute i love u

2k RT's, 18k likes

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Emilia Clarke * now

Thank you

The seal was broken now, and she had stan language filling her mentions. She struggled to decipher the meaning of half of it and would clearly need to work on her social media game, but she had an idea to take this a step further, so she began to compile a tweet of her own.

Emilia Clarke * 8s

Hey everyone, thanks for the feedback after the drop last night. I was so nervous! Hope you enjoyed it. Believe me this is just the beginning. I'm shooting again in a few hours, but I have some time to answer questions now. Use #AskEmilia so I can find yours!

The questions flooded in from the second she posted it, but she left it to sit for ten minutes first. She got out of bed, stretched herself out a little and brushed her teeth. She headed into the kitchen to boil the kettle, before settling herself down with a coffee on her couch to answer away.

She picked any random question that seemed fun to answer, some about the scene itself and some about future scenes she would shoot. She didn't have all the time in the world but she would have a bit of fun and give her fans an insight into what was going on inside her head. Up until now she had kept mostly quiet about it, but she couldn't stop herself any longer.

rip xxx * 15m

why didnt u suck his dick? #AskEmilia

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Emilia Clarke * now

It wasn't in the script! I'm not in charge of that sort of stuff, but I'm pretty certain my second scene will have a blowjob in it. 7th September release date :)

Space Bitch * 14m

Are you still going to be acting in mainstream films? #AskEmilia

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Emilia Clarke * now

Of course! I have every intention of doing both types of acting going forward. I have a movie coming out in November and plenty more in the pipeline

Sexy Keith * 7m

#AskEmilia are you going to do anal???

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Emilia Clarke * now

Maybe, hopefully. I want to shoot all sorts and that is definitely something I want to try in the future. It has to be under the right circumstances though, just as it would be for any pornographic actress

Pamela * 11m

What message do you think this sends to young women who look up to you? No hate, just asking #AskEmilia
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Emilia Clarke * now

I thought about that a lot before going through it. I am doing what I love and it's making me happier than ever. That's the only message I want to send to my fans. Do what makes you happy!

Maisie Williams * 5m

Can I be in your porn? #AskEmilia

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Emilia Clarke * now

Just say the word, girl! Love youuuuu xxx

Stream Loona * 8m

Who else are you going to shoot with? Will you shoot with girls? BTW you made me gayer #AskEmilia

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Emilia Clarke * now

Thank you! I want to shoot with everyone. I really mean it when I say it. You name them and I will probably do it. I will do it all. I am not against shooting with girls either. Threesomes and girl/ girl work. I want to do this properly.

Emilia was stretching her toes out, and then turning her feet until her ankles clicked. She was waking herself up still, and pretty much done with her first Q&A. She had to shower and get ready to head into work, and her second porn shoot.

Emilia Clarke * 12s

Thank you for the questions. I'll do some more soon, but I have to get ready for my second scene! I can't wait to show you all.

With that she got up and began the process of getting ready. If Samantha had a problem with her impromptu Q&A she would deal with that later.

*****

It had been around 18 hours since the release of her first porn scene and Emilia was just now getting to grips with the numbers involved. Across social media it had been called the most talked about event of the year so far and the official release tweet was quickly one of the most liked tweets in history. 29 million streams worldwide so far. It was going global and more.

Emilia was delighted, but her desperate wait for the release and the reception to it was now falling to the back of her mind. She would worry more about that later tonight, but for now she had her second scene to shoot. She was back at the same studio from her first shoot, in the same dressing room and with the same stylist perfecting her make up.

"You don't really need to keep things so low key now it's been released." Emilia told Carl, who was sat on the couch behind her.

"Feras doesn't want any leaks still. That won't change next time either. We keep it as in house as possible so that we can have the same success when this one comes out."

"Is he happy?" Emilia asked as blusher was patted against her cheeks.

"He's very happy. It's bigger than the predictions said."

"What about you? Any hangover this morning?"

Carl laughed and shook his head. "Not a chance. It takes a lot to get me wine drunk. I had a great night though." He left as he said it, heading to set.

Emilia was glad to hear it. Her seduction of Carl was well under way. She thought it would take a while before she assembled her team, but she had found him very quickly. Her seduction would not end in sex, this was about creating a partnership. She was thankful she actually liked him on top of respecting his work. It would make working with him long term even more satisfying.

Today's scene was another classic of the porn game. Emilia would be playing the older sister, and she would be seducing her little sister's boyfriend. Emilia liked playing into these naughty tropes in her performances. She didn't want to start porn and play it safe. She had already played a naughty teacher, which in reality would be a lawbreaking offence. Now she was promoting cheating to the masses as well. As silly as it was, she really wanted to show she was open to shooting anything and everything. It was better than when she originally planned to just shoot a sex tape and release it to get the thrill of being a porn star for a little while.

There had been some discussion about having a well-known porn star play her younger sister but in the end they settled on Amy Groves, a cute make up girl they had in their employment that moonlighted as an extra. She had played the other girl in dozens of porn scenes for some extra cash, and best of all she could do a very strong English accent.

Before too long Emilia was on her way to set as well, clad in her costume and wearing her robe untied. There was less to cover up this time, and less eagerness to stay slightly covered as she did last time. She was wearing a pair of denim short shorts and a tight fitting red vest top, with matching lacy black underwear hidden beneath.

"Hey, we're good to go?" Carl asked her as she approached. She nodded enthusiastically as Lucas joined the group forming near the set. It was styled like a basic living room area overall, but the centre of the room was entirely empty so the cameraman could walk around and shoot from all angles as the performers fucked on the couch.

"Nice to meet you!" Amy said quite excitedly. "I'm a big fan."

"Awh thank you." Emilia smiled warmly, before offering similar in return. "I heard you're amazing at the accent which is really cool!"

"I'm a bit of a nerd for it to be honest, it's fun to impersonate accents and stuff like that." Amy was very pretty, and there were definitely similarities between the two of them. She was dressed a little more conservatively though, in a huge hoodie that covered her figure and made her look less appealing than her slutty sister.

"We'll be starting up in a few minutes." Carl informed the group, before heading off towards the hard camera. "Is everyone happy?"

The three members of on camera talent confirmed their happiness and headed into position, chatting amongst themselves until Carl gave them the shout that it was go time. Lucas and Amy were on the couch were they would begin the scene, whereas Emilia would walk into shot a little while after.

"Carl told me you won't be able to shoot your third scene with me." Lucas told her, and that was news to Emilia. "He said something about adding some variation to your shoots, maybe shooting with an older guy."

"Really?" she said, a little surprised.

"You probably have the power to do what you want." he reminded her, and that much was possibly true. She was still a little unsure about decisions that were being made behind her back, but she had plenty of experience in a business like this and it wasn't unusual to find things out from a third party.

"I'll talk to Sam about it and see what's happening. Not a big deal really. I was getting a little bit bored of you actually."

Amy laughed and Lucas soon followed. "That isn't true, we both know it. You've been craving round 2.5."

Emilia scrunched up her face. "Have I?" she said, before repeating it even more sarcastically. "HAVE I?"

Carl claimed their attention and gave the thumbs up, so Emilia moved out of camera shot and found her mark. She'd be the star again soon, and a little doubt about secret decision making behind the scenes wasn't going to throw her off her game.

Once again Carl called for silence on set and waved his hand in the air.

Lights. Camera. Action...

Amy huffed loudly, crossing her arms and falling back into the couch in a mood. "You're messaging other girls again. I know it. You do this all the time. I can't trust you."

Lucas was playing defensive. Whether his character was a cheat or not didn't matter. He would be soon enough. "I haven't messaged anyone. I wouldn't do that to you, baby. You're my girl."

"What about the girl from work?"

"What girl from work? You've got me all wrong, baby. I only have eyes for you." His eyes were wondering though, and he was lying to her face. Emilia had taken her cue and was walking across the camera in front of the two of them. The camera followed her legs and then her arse, before lopping back around to focus on Lucas' eyes bulging out of his head.

Amy was fuming now, and began to grab Lucas, clawing at his arms. "That's my fucking sister, you idiot!"

Emilia hadn't left the view of the camera though, and she had begun to peak at the two of them arguing from around the corner, a second handheld camera getting a close up as she giggled about the mayhem she had caused between the young couple.

"I didn't look properly. It was an accident." Lucas said, looking for any excuse. "It's not my fault she walks around dressed like that."

"Well, she does dress like a slut." Amy said, to which Emilia scowled. Her character enjoyed annoying her sister, but she wasn't prepared for that same sister to talk her down so much.

"Exactly, she's a slut. She's the one in the wrong here, not me!" Lucas was winning this argument.

"You're right baby. I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm going to head out to the store anyway. Do you want to come along?"

Lucas shook his head. "No, I'm going to stay here and play some Xbox, is that okay?"

Amy smiled warmly as she stood up, picking up her bag and car keys and preparing to leave. "Of course, baby! I miss you already."

Lucas forced a big smile and watched her leave, facing the way Amy had left. In the meantime, Emilia snuck her way in from the other side of the set and jumped on the couch beside him, startling him. He exaggerated a huge jump, before settling back down and holding his chest. "You scared me." He muttered through harsh frightened breaths. Emilia scooted closer to him on her knees until she was right beside him. "What do you want anyway?" he asked her.

"Who's a slut?" Emilia said, leaning in to try and intimidate him.

"You heard?"

"I clearly heard you both talking about me." she confirmed his worries, and he panicked a little.

"It was Amy, she has a real problem with the way you dress and I just agree with her to make her happy."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, that's exactly right."

"So you don't have a problem with the way I dress?" she goaded him a little, her tone and confidence a little stronger than in her first performance.

"I think you dress fine, but I don't really notice."

"I noticed you noticing me. I think you have a crush on me, and who wouldn't? My sister is a bore." She reached over to him and he jumped again, just a little bit. Her hands found his arms and she squeezed them. "I think we could have a lot of fun." Her hands stroked down his arms and then over his torso, before resting on his thighs.

"I don't think we should be doing this." he said meekly, with little resistance left. She moved her hands to the fly of his pants, unzipping him confidently and sending her hand into his pants to find his dick.

"I think you know what we're going to do." she said, leaning in to whisper the last of the sentence closely to his ear. He was looking down at his crotch, watching as she took his dick out of the hole in his pants. Emilia began to jerk him off slowly, hardening his cock with each movement.

He relented, finally able to speak honestly. "I knew you wanted it. I've wanted it for so long."

"I could tell." she said, before unbuckling his pants and beginning to pull them down his legs. He sat up and dragged off his shirt messily, before leaning in to kiss her. They made out for a second before he fell back into the couch. Emilia played with his cock with one hand, and his balls with the other, squeezing and massaging both gently as he slowly stroked her back and then arse with the hand he had wrapped around her.

Emilia brought her right hand to the base of his shaft to hold his length steady and used her left hand to jerk him off, focusing her intensity over the cockhead. She only broke contact to spit on her hand, before using it to lubricate his dick from top to bottom.

Once he was rock solid and lathered up nicely, she stood up. A camera followed behind her as she stepped in front of his position on the couch, following her down as she dropped to her knees. The cameraman held for a second, taking a peak at her ass in her tiny shorts, before lifting up as she edged closer towards Lucas' crotch. She rested her elbows on his thighs which had parted to fit her between them, and took his dick in both hands. The camera stepped around to take a side on view as she leaned in, letting the underside of his cockhead touch her lips before stroking it across them.

The sensation of finally giving head on camera was so satisfying to her. She could see the camera in her periphery, and she couldn't wait to stare right into it as she sucked on his cock. She would get that chance soon, but for now it remained at a 90 degree angle to her performance. She knew it was time to dive in, so she opened her lips and took the few first inches of his dick in her mouth. Hearing him moan was an amazing rush, and she looked up to meet his eyes as she bopped her head back and forth over the top half of his dick.

She kept her lips tightly pressed around his girth as she worked her magic, feeling the shape of his cock as she enveloped it over and over. When she reached the head with each return journey, she ran her tongue over it gently from inside her mouth, a secret extra pleasure only for him at this point. The occasional stream of spit snuck out from between the two of them, rolling down his cock and onto his balls. She moaned into him, letting out stilted muffles as she prioritized his cock over her own steady breathing.

"Arrgh, fuck." she said, pulling back and grinning as she caught her breath again. Her hands had never left his dick, but now they returned to the head, getting soaked in her own spit as she jerked his cock again. "Do you like that?" she said, forcing out as sultry a tone as she could in her voice. She leant in again and kissed the head of his cock, leaving small soft pecks on the sensitive underside as he nodded eagerly. Her kisses turned into licking as she flicked her tongue over the swollen head, before pushing his dick back into his stomach and slowly tickling her finger down the underside.

That was the cue for the camera man to get into position, and he awkwardly fumbled his way over the top of Lucas, standing over his body and lowering the camera down to offer a POV shot of Emilia. She smiled into the camera as if it was Lucas and planted her tongue against the very bottom of his shaft, licking his balls slightly before slowly sliding up his cock with her tongue pressed against the soft underside of his length. At the head she sucked on him tenderly, before removing her tongue and heading back to the base to start again. She repeated the action over and over for the camera, staring into its lens for the entire show.

Then she dove into his balls, licking them sensually before sucking on each of them in turn, picking one up with her lips and playfully sucking on it through the sack before it slipped out of her mouth with a pop sound. When that happened she repeated herself with the second ball, driving Lucas crazy behind the camera with the use of her tongue and lips.

She was in the zone, and loved performing for the camera, but now it was time for a different kind of performance. She fell back onto her heels, staring into the soul of the camera and her future viewers. She went to her waist and began to pull her vest top up her body, lifting it over her boobs and then her head, dropping it on the floor to her side. Then she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor in front of her. It had been a long time since she first took her tits out on camera, and it was still just as nerve-racking no matter how many times she had done it since. Her nipples were already hard as she brought her hands up her stomach to squeeze them before getting up onto her feet.

The camera followed her up, still watching her as she unbuttoned and lost her shorts, kicking them off at her feet. She span around, poking her arse out suggestively into the camera's frame, giving it a close up shot of her cheeks. She began to push the thong over her hips and down her thighs, revealing her pussy in perfect focus of the camera. It held there for a second and then slid out of the way so Lucas could jump up and accept the benefits of her striptease. He grabbed her arse, squeezing it harshly as they kissed passionately, his cock prodding into her thighs. He brought a hand up her side and grabbed her right breast, squeezing its bare skin for the first time. He leant in to kiss it, sucking excitedly on her nipples for the first time. Her mouth fell open as it sent sensitive shockwaves through her chest.

He had been on his feet for only a moment before she pushed him back onto the couch, climbing on to sit in his lap. There was little hesitation now, he was already guiding his cock inside her as she her knees hit the leather. She moaned loudly as he filled her up, his hands grabbing her arse and guiding her up and down his shaft. He led at first, lifting her up his soaked shaft and then letting her fall back down. When Carl motioned in the background for a spank, Lucas provided it and the camera watched closely as Emilia's arse shook with each bounce and slap. He would reach up to grab her tits in his mouth whenever he could, sucking on her nipple as she gained control and began to slowly ride his dick, sitting up higher on her knees and gliding back and forth in his lap.

She found joy in pushing her tits into his face, the two of them smirking at each other basically out of character. He would suck on them given half the chance, but then she would take it from him by sitting on his cock right to the hilt and just circling her waist and hips and grinding into his legs.

She rolled off him, falling onto her side and lifting herself up on her right elbow. He shuffled himself in behind her as her front faced outwards towards the camera. She held her left leg up into the air, opening her pussy up for a close up camera shot as he held his cock against her opening, and then slid back inside. This was another first, being fucked in the spoon position on camera. She reveled in these moments. Every single first she would achieve in the business would be special. He hooked a hand under her thigh, squeezing her soft skin as he kept it floating in the air and out the way as he fucked her. The camera took a sharp focus on the fucking, holding a long close up on his cock pounding her. They fell into a rhythm, and Emilia just enjoyed it. She had little to do but enjoy the feeling, but when the camera moved up her body, panning passed her bouncing tits and onto her face she slipped back into character and started moaning again, twisting her back slightly so she could kiss Lucas.

She could have cum there and then but for him stopping, dragging her up onto her knees on the couch. He stood behind her and slid his cock between her arse cheeks for a second, and she loved the tickling sensation it offered her. He found her pussy opening again and began to fuck her doggy style, holding her hips tightly. He pulled her back into his hips at first, using her entire body to generate the movement, but then he pushed his hands into her upper back and bent her further forward, leaving just her arse up in the. He started to drill her, his balls slapping into her with each thrust and her moaning reaching fever pitch. She reached under her body and began to rub at her clit, pushing herself to her second on screen orgasms. "Fuck me. Oh fuck. I'm coming." she said. It was louder than her previous exclamation of orgasm. It was more confident. "Ahhhh, shit. Fuck, fuck, shit." Her cheek was pressed against the leather, and some drool fell out of her mouth. He slapped her arse a few more times, never losing the pace he had been going at her with for a few minutes now.

When he pulled out she didn't move at first, so he took the initiative and lifted her up. He held her against his body, holding both of her tits and squeezing them, the camera catching a nice close up of them being fondled. They kissed slower as she returned to massaging him dick, before sitting on the edge of the couch. She kissed his cockhead a couple of times, and then started to suck on the head as he stood with his tired legs widely apart in front of her. "I want you to cum on me, baby." she said. It was the closest she had come to forgetting a line.
"I'm going to." he said, crouching down and opening her legs. "I just gotta fuck you one more time." He kneeled on the very edge of the couch and held his cock against her slit, flirting with her by entering just the tip for a few moments before she took over and guided him inside. He fucked her slowly at first. Emilia put her hands under her knees and pulled her legs in tight to her body, opening herself up for him. Her tits pooled in her chest, rolling around like waves as he thrust inside her. Then he fucked her hard, going balls deep with each plowing he offered her. She moaned out in ecstasy as he filled her up, returning to rubbing her clit when the POV angle returned, the camera man leaning over Lucas to shoot directly down on her body and pussy as he fucked her.

He was moaning louder now, like it was almost painful to hold on any longer. His hair was slick with sweat that ran down his forehead and swelled in his eyebrows. "Cum on my tits." she almost screamed at him, leading him to his end. "I want you to cum all over my tits."

He moaned out expletives and drilled her roughly until he could no more. He let out a long groan and backed away from her, and with that Emilia slid back onto her knees and looked up at him. The camera found its angle of the impending show, taking a moment to focus in first on her tits as she cupped her hands under each one and pushed them up for him. Lucas jerked himself into oblivion and then moaned out that it was time, before shooting three thick ropes of cum onto her chest. The first two found her left breast so he aimed at the other for the third. He leaned in closer to squeeze the last of his cum out, and it dropped in smaller strings before landing on her skin. With thick cum covering her chest she reached down to catch some on her forefinger, before bringing it to her lips, tasting his load again. She rubbed some more into her skin as Lucas ran his hand through her hair.

There was a little more to this story though, so she couldn't rest yet. She got to her feet, and pushed Lucas away from her. "I knew you were cheating piece of shit." she told him, crouching down to grab her tank top. She ran it over her chest, cleaning some of the cum up.

He seemed to laugh at first, but then Amy burst through the door. Before he could react she began to shriek. "Oh my God Emmy, you were right."

"What the fuck?" he said, his cock softening as the sisters reunited.

"I told you. He's a piece of shit and doesn't deserve you." Emilia said, scowling at her lover of mere moments ago.

"Did you two fucking plan this?" he wailed, Amy beginning to feign tears, leaning in to cuddle her cum covered sister and resting her sad face against Emilia's sweaty shoulder.

"I told her she couldn't trust you and I knew I could prove it."

"You two are fucking insane!" Lucas shouted back, but he was now being pushed out of the front door, unable to pick his clothes up on the way. "I'm fucking nak-." His last words were shut off as the door slammed, and Emilia returned to her sister who was still moping.

"You need to stop picking the worst guys." Emilia said, and Amy nodded wearily. "I'm sick to death of fucking all these guys to prove they're no good." She hugged Amy again as the scene would cut to credits, and that was a wrap.

"Cut!" Carl screamed out, running over to pass Emilia her gown and help her cover up. "Fucking nailed it again!"

Emilia was two for two, and had one left in the bag. Then the industry would open up for her and she would take the rest of it by storm. Her confidence was ever growing and with each day she felt her power surging. This weekend was the most surreal of her life, because not only did she shoot porn but the day before she got to experience the release of her first shoot. This was the life changing time she had prepared for, and she was more than ready.