Well, I learned that is is NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE to keep a pornstar prompt clean… so… I said fuck it and just wrote the best part. LOL So, YES… this does have a sexual act in it. I'll put one of those Keep Reading before it gets juicy. You're welcome. ALSO… I'll be dedicating this to gothicthundra THANK YOU for the awesome art. It warms my heart to get artistic gifts.

This does have oral in it, so please... read at your own discretion.

Pornstar AU

Shego Cuminhard. No matter how many times Shay Goddard read that name, she laughed. Her agent, Kimberly Possible, came up with it when she first started the porn business. Her brother's nearly wet their sheets when they saw her on Pornhub. Nothing deflates a boner quite like watching your sister's O face.

In a matter of months after her debut, she got calls out the ass (pun kinda intended) to the point where she couldn't even remember the men she blew. The sex had become boring and too predictable. She hated hearing her fake moan. All the men ever did was get a blow job then ride her. She hated the choking. Goddess, she wanted that trend to die. Some of the better known stars loved it, but to her… it was serial killer behavior. She just wanted one time where the fantasy was pleasuring the woman instead of feeding the hungry humper.

Shay got to the address that Kim sent her and went to the third floor. Second door on the right had a manmade sign with three X's on it. She stopped to roll her eyes and shake her head. Goddess, these men were idiots.

When she entered, she saw Kim who waved and walked over to her. The red head rolled her eyes and dropped the fake smile as she got to her, "God, these men are idiots."

Shay laughed hard at the coincidence as Kim sighed and walked her to "the set". A large room with various couches to lean on and even a rather comfy bed. It was funny that, no matter how many times she's done this, every time she enters a set… all the men go quiet and stare in her direction. She fought off rolling her eyes and the fight caused her eyes to land on a dark haired man who skin looked…

Kim's voice cut in, "Alright, so… your costar is Drakken Dickerdown. Don't laugh." Shay smiled at how uncomfortable he looked standing off to the side. Kim, read her mind as usual, "This is ACTUAL not his first. Monique told me that he is so shy, but once he gets into character… he's a woman's fantasy."

Shay's brows furrowed and she looked over at Kim, "I didn't get any kind of script or heads up in this, Kimberly, so… what's this man's kink? Is he an anal guy, deep throat, creampie? I mean, what's happening here?"

Kim smiled and was about to say something before the creep-looking guy of a director started yelling, "Alright! Somebody fluff the Drakken and Shego, babe, you're not naked enough. Let's get this party started!"

At the mention of her name, she noticed the man with nearly blue skin looked over at her… still a towel around his waist. When they made eye contact, she readied herself for rude gestures or any kind of crudeness… but, she was not expecting the soft smile and cute little short wave she got.

Shay flinched a blink and was caught off guard. She actually gave an open handed salute to him as Kim gave a laugh, "He's not a hardcore guy. He is deep and slow. Has to be with that monster of his." Shay snapped her head towards her as Kim raised her brows in a smile, "Not to mention that he's a moaner. Thought I'd warn you about that, at least. Oh… and he's down for however you'd like him to finish, so… make sure you call it out."

Why was her heartbeat so loud? Why was she already aroused by the thought of a man moaning? It wasn't the prospect of a huge penis that got her… it was the slow and deep that did. How long had it been since she was made love to and not fucked? As she stared at the blue man refusing the fluff and turning enough for her to see him already stiff, she licked her lips and removed her clothes.

Kim gave her "Good Fuck" joke before getting off the set. Shay sighed and moved to the man. She wanted to chat with him before the scene happened, so, luckily, the director was explaining something to the camera men.

"Hi." She said, lamely, as she moved to stand beside him, both facing forward.

He cut his eyes towards her, but not enough to really see her, "Hello."

She loved the cadence of his voice, gruff and low, so she licked her lips and tried to act casual, "So… Dickerdown? How'd that happen?"

She felt a thrill at his laugh, "Probably the same place as Cuminhard."

They both laughed at their ridiculous stage names for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and motioned his head, "If it's okay with you, Miss Cuminhard, I would like to pleasure you, orally, before we do your style of porn."

She turned her head and looked at the profile of his face. She did it, mostly out of shock and the need to correct him, yet, when he looked over at her… she gave a disappointed look before going back to facing straight, "And what is my style?"

He turned to her and was about to say something when the director yelled, "PLACES!"

She, coldly, walked to the couch and felt like shit, all of a sudden. When she turned around, he was right there, close and slightly towering over her. She felt her heart beating quick before his voice cut in, "I'm sorry. I… I'm not good at this. I'm used to being the one penis the girl jerks on as the others nail her." Her eyes slowly raised to meet his emotional face as he whispered, "I just want you to be comfortable."

No man in this business had ever said anything like that to her. Not even the man she dated for a short amount of time. So, it rippled inside her chest as if her heart was trying to rip out and make love to him, itself. As she put a hand on his cheek, his face softened like a boy about to get his first kiss. Before the director could finish yelling "ACTION!"; she already had her arms around his neck and kissing him desperately sweet.

The director was yelling something, but all she could hear, taste, feel… was the man twisting his tongue and lovingly tracing her every contour. They broke to catch their breaths and she was full on ready for another round, but he went to his knees. He gripped the back of her legs, sensually massaging her tone backside, as he kissed at her navel… and down.

She felt her knees shudder in a warning that they may not withstand this pleasure. Though she didn't adhere to their call… he did. He guided her to the edge of the grey chaise lounge couch with arms like a comfy recliner and sat her down. As she laid back, he found his way between her open legs. He rested the back of her thighs on his shoulders as he spread her labia and focused on licking the ridge just above her clit. He kissed the sensitive nub, once, making her hiss and wiggle under him, but he put no more attention on it as he focused on her oral pleasure.

Her arms gripped the side of the chaise as his fingers joined in with horizontal strokes across the glans as his tongue swayed vertically on her slit. She had no control over her moans. She writhed into him in desperate thrusts. She let out a throaty grunt when his slipped into her folds and teased her muscles into lubricating more. When his finger timidly joined his tongue, her arms shot behind her to grip at anything that would keep her grounded. When he pressed his finger upwards into her G-spot, he began slurping on her lips like he was eating a peach.

Her legs stiffened in mid air and vibrated like they were being electrocuted. She was so fucking close… With the additional sensation of his free hand caressing her stomach along with his growling hum that reverberated against her clit… she came… she arched and shook and covered her face with her arms as the man lapped at her, still avoiding the clit… though it was fully aroused.

She was never filmed having a real orgasm… until today. As she panted and stretched, she found it difficult to open her eyes. She fought off the sleep threatening her to look up at the man standing up from between her legs, whose chin was still slick from his foreplay. Her eyes flowed down his body and stared at the good 8 inch long, semi girthy, yet overly curved erection. She'd had bigger… thicker… and sharper dicks before, but she'd never been this wet.

He leaned down, gripping one of her leg and guiding it over his hip, as his lips found hers. The head of his penis made a sticky wet noise as it slowly glided between her labia mounds. Oh Goddess… the sensation nearly made her cum, again.

Just when he was about to stroke once more, the Director's angry voice cut in, "CUT… CUT… What is this shit? You're supposed to be pickin' her up and…"

Shay put her arm around the blue man's neck and pulled herself up to look over at the director as she snapped and cut him off, "LOOK HERE, PAL… I'M HAVING SEX WITH THIS MAN. YOU CAN EITHER FILM IT OF FUCK OFF… EITHER WAY, IT'S HAPPENING… RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND."

The crew all cheered at that and the chuckle of the man on top of her made her turn her head to him. She spoke softly, "My name is Shay." As the crew still rumbled with cheers, he smiled at her and whispered back, "Hello Shay… I'm Drew."

She smiled as she pulled him with her as she laid back, "Well… Drew… this might be a little forward, but… wha'cha doing after this?"

He looked down at her with loving eyes and he rested on his elbows on either side of her head as slowly lowered down. He paused, a breath from her lips, and he whispered, "Whatever you want me to."

She smiled, wickedly, "Good answer."

As he kissed her, they finished their sex scene… moans and sweat and semen all caught on the camera. Afterwards, the two cleaned up, headed to a 24 Hour Dinner down the street, and got to know each other better. Yes, it was kind of doing it backwards, but… knowing the sex was going to be great kinda made it easier to get along.