My Pornstar Career(Completed)

Chapter 4 Hebe’s Feet

“Yeah.” Hebe was rather secretive about herself. We had chatted for a long while, but she had barely expressed her thoughts.

After hearing Hebe say that she was ready, I walked to one side and took a pill as a precaution.

All those who watch p**n movies on a regular basis know that most p**n movies start with scenes of the female lead adopting all kinds of titillating postures, and then the male lead walk into view and the main plot begins. The movie I shot on that day was no exception.

Hebe stood at the window, all cameras trained at her ample bosom. Wearing a thin snow-white sundress, she kept turning and posturing to display attractive parts of her body.

And then the cameramen lowered their cameras, training them at her miniskirt. Under her miniskirt were her charming bare legs which were giving off a fragrance. Unlike Jasgorean women’s legs which were mostly thick, Hebe’s legs were as beautiful as a model’s, slim and long.

For some reason, watching Hebe acting, I had an urge to film the scenes with her without wearing a condom.

At that moment, the director indicated to her that her act could be more sexually explicit, suggesting that she hike up her miniskirt to reveal her underpants or something like that.

Hebe seemed to dither for a moment, but she still obediently did as the director asked. She clamped her miniskirt between her slim fingers and hitched it up a little, revealing a small part of her dainty cotton white underpants.

Revealing it partially always generated the best effect.

“Her underpants are white!” Two grips were stealthily chit-chatting on the side.

The other grip smiled lasciviously, “This female lead is so hot. If only I could f*ck her once after the filming!”

Hebe who didn’t understand Jasgorean was unaware that the two men were making lewd jokes about her.

I couldn’t help but frown. As chance would have it, the filming of the opening was over.

“Benson, you’re up!” the director said to me with a wave. I took off my coat, revealing my muscular body, and made my way towards Hebe.

The movie was mainly about the male lead strong-arming a housewife. There weren’t even any dialogues.

That was the very reason why Hebe, a girl who didn’t speak Jasgorean, had been selected to be the female role.

Hebe was sitting on the bed, looking at me with fear written all over her face. Her eyes were full of horror, and her facial expression was very convincing.

Slowly closing in on Hebe, I inwardly complimented her for her acting skills. The bedroom was very quiet. Everybody was focusing on the filming.

I saw Hebe cringe a few inches backwards and abruptly gripped her foot.

All these were part of the plot. I couldn’t just force myself inside her from the very beginning, otherwise the camera crew would have nothing else to film in the next hour or so.

The instant I held Hebe’s foot wrapped in a flesh-colored stocking, she involuntarily let out a soft groan and tilted her upper body backwards with affected distress on her face, her facial expression quite endearing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I sneaked an appraising glance at Hebe. Her body was as limp as a straw amid the wind. With her upper body tilted backwards, her firm breasts appeared even more bulging, and everything beneath her miniskirt was left showing.

“Hmm...” Hebe let out a soft little groan as I gave her sole a squeeze.

Looking at her, I lifted her dainty foot with both hands and stroked it, feeling the softness beneath the stocking, my lips moving towards it.

Sometimes the actress selected by the producer set great store by personal hygiene, but other times that was not the case, and the male lead would have to tough it out. Hebe’s foot was quite aromatic. It didn’t smell of sweat or stink. The fragrance was tinged with a faint sourness from her shoe, but it didn’t bother me much.

I unhesitatingly pressed my lips onto it.

Oddly enough, Hebe sat up at that moment, and she kept pushing my shoulder and attempting to wrench her foot free from my hands, looking flustered.

Her action was not stagy. Instead, she appeared to be a little shy as if she was a virgin.

The director did not yell “Cut”. He seemed to be very pleased with Hebe’s flair for acting. I had no choice but to continue.

Hebe wanted to push me away, but she didn’t dare do that and had no alternative but to endure it. Eyes closed tightly, she subdued her urge to resist as my lips moved up her leg.

She seemed to have opened her dainty mouth to wheeze faintly, a soft sound issuing from her throat.

I bent Hebe’s pretty leg towards her, tough reluctant to part from her five cute little toes.

Her beauty was matchless. She was the kind of girl that a man would find his heart fluttering at the sight of her. I decided to get down to business ahead of schedule.

I climbed into bed, interposed myself between her legs and flung my arms around her. Hebe, an aromatic girl, began to struggle.

I pressed my hand onto her shoulder, roughly rubbed it and with that a thin strap shallowly cutting into her shoulder was revealed.

Strangely enough, I felt a kind of yearning for Hebe’s body and gave her chest a bite.

“AARGH!” Hebe exclaimed in a tearful voice, pushing me harder. I didn’t give it much thought, believing that she was focusing on her act. I gave her miniskirt a pull and it slowly slid off her...

That mysterious part of her body was about to show itself in front of my eyes!