FPF: Moving Up

As the dick pounded into me I happily convulsed around it. Looking up at the lights and cameras in front of me I felt a wetness splash across my stomach and tits. The moneyshot. Shooting was over for today.

Bernie, the director, stood up and said "That's a wrap! Great work today everyone. By the way, Randy, can I see you for a bit before you take off?" He was talking about me. Randy Miller. Even though I look like an edgy goth chick, I used to be a 50 year old garbage man. In fact, I still am a 50 year old man sometimes, even though I've left my old life behind. Let me explain.

Two years ago, I lived in the suburbs of Detroit, picking up trash in the mornings before returning to my wife Brenda, who I had been unhappily married to for the last 10 years. My life was hell. So when I came home one day to find Brenda sucking off the manager of the Walmart she worked at, I left her, defeated, looking for a change.

Couch surfing for weeks only proceeded to worsen my mood. More time alone left me more time for the internet. It gave me physical pain to see girls on instagram partying on the beach, dancing and drinking for more money than I had ever seen. And if they were willing to take off their clothes, more money than I would see in a lifetime. I had heard of people far richer than me using the new First Person Female dolls to weasel their way into this lifestyle. Too bad they cost about 10 times my annual salary.

When cleaning out rubbish bins one day, a shiny foiled ad caught my eye. It was for a company called "Porn Doll Productions". The text read "Ever wanted to live (and earn) like a star for a day? Been envious of how much attention girls get while you're alone? Call the number below!"

Though I was skeptical, I was burned out enough to give it a shot.

A man picked up, introducing himself as Bernie in a hoarse voice. What he said next shocked me. His company would lend you a First Person Female doll, and provide payment and housing if you signed a contract to shoot exclusively with his company. He claimed buying the dolls, while higher in cost upfront, made sense financially since desperate folks would take lower salaries for the opportunity.

So that's exactly what I did. For the past year I've worked as "Crystal" a punk-looking doll who was lower tier and reserved for beginners. People came and went from her body after deciding this racket wasn't for them. Even though her body wasn't amazing and she never came more than once, I got used to it, and with my hardworking persona inside wasn't long before Crystal's form got a small following.

"Hey Randy. Great work today man." Bernie said. "You really wear her body like no one else. Honest! I've never seen Crystal ride that hard before."

"Thanks boss." My voice sounding higher coming from the doll's vocal cords, but I was used to it after hearing my screams though them for the past hour. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it. You can't really call it work when you get to have sex all day."

"That's true. But I'm a little surprised you say that." Bernie replied. "What do you mean?" I asked back.

"Well, as dolls go, Crystal is at the bottom of the barrel. Her pleasure level is barely above a guy's for Christ's sake! She's been around for years. That pussy has been ran through."

"Gee, thanks." I responded. Even though it wasn't my body, I wore Crystal's form pretty often, even out to the clubs sometimes. Although the other girls always seemed to get more attention than me.

"Well Randy, today is your lucky day. You've been putting in lots of good work recently. I think it's time you moved to a more permanent host."

My heart jumped at the thought. Even though my life as a pornstar was way better than my previous one, I knew what this meant. The permanent hosts were legitimately stunning.

"The other big dogs here and I have been talking. We really think you have it in you. That's why we're going to trust you with one of the biggest advancements in First Person Female dolls so far. Instead of copying this form from one model, we've taken the best parts of a few and put them together."

"So you mean..." I stuttered. "Yep. This doll is a perfect 10 in all aspects. Not just physical. Her sensitivity is through the roof and cumming does nothing to decrease her drive." Bernie responded. "I took her for a spin myself earlier. Wanna check out some pics of your new ride?" He leaned over, showing me his phone.

Bernie laughed to himself. "Her name's Emilia. Look at that body. Perfect face, piercing eyes, nice and fit. You can't see it here, but I'm dripping wet just looking at myself. Plus her tits are a size 30H."

I was flooded with emotion. Soon, I was going to be a blonde bombshell, ready to command the attention of everyone around me. Where I walked, people would stop talking and look. Plus, with a body like that, my financial worries were over.

"Wanna see those bad boys in action? Bernie asked." He pulled out a video of himself inside Emilia, shaking his tits everywhere.

My hard work had finally paid off. I was going to finally have the life of my dreams.