An Equestrian Affair Ch. 07

"Please ensure you take all your belongings with you as you leave the train..." The conductor's voice faded out as Helena gingerly stepped down from the carriage onto the station platform in her stiletto heels. Despite months of only wearing heels, stepping off the train in four inch heels was still a testing moment for her balance and she was relieved to not fall flat on her face in front of half of London. She'd received a mysterious invitation earlier in the day from Sarah telling her to head to Bermondsey for 'something fun, dress to impress'. That was all she'd said. Helena thought it was unlikely to be a church service but hoped that 'busty bimbo' wasn't off the cards either.

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To describe Helena as sex on legs wasn't an understatement. She was 5ft11, with striking blonde shoulder length hair and a face beautifully made up with perfectly arched eyebrows and long lashes. Her lips pushed out from her face, plump and beginning to look a little duck-like with the volume of filler she'd added but she didn't mind that, in fact, she loved it. Her skin was a rich bronze, the product of many hours in the tanning salon. For the occasion, she'd picked out a vinyl-look pink minidress which screamed 'bimbo'. Fully half of each breast was on display and it seemed that the only thing keeping her nipples inside the dress were the piercings, clearly visible in the cold December air through the stretched material. When you have a tiny waist but a huge rack, you either bought a XS dress and hoped your tits would stay in, or an XL and looked like you were wearing a bin bag. Helena had picked the former and the curve hugging dress really was struggling to contain her.

It was a little over two months since her second breast augmentation. She had gone from an ample 30D with 450cc implants, to a huge 30G with 800cc. Sam, her surgeon and sugar daddy, had really filled her out and she had to admit, fucking him every now and then in exchange for these tits was a bargain. Things were finally starting to settle down - her scars were beginning to fade and blend in, and the inflammation had died down and she'd finally been able to ditch the surgical bra. But it had been a tough couple of months - hauling this rack around was hard and, despite all the gym work, supporting the extra weight was giving her back pain. Nothing that ibuprofen and a sports bra couldn't fix though.

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Being a British train, it was late. Helena swore as she checked the time and set off along the platform for the tube, her heels clicking on the asphalt. The dress wasn't much better at covering her ass either. As she hurried towards the barriers and the tube, more than one person behind her got a good view of her cheeks as the dress scrunched up. "Bloody thing," she thought as she awkwardly pulled it back down over her ass.

When she arrived, Sarah was waiting for her outside the door to the anonymously named 'Unit 3B - BB Enterprises'.

"Hey girl," she said, checking Helena out from head to toe. "Fantastic as ever."

Helena giggled and embraced her girlfriend. It was strange to think that, in a way, Sarah had kicked off Helena's new bimbo life when she'd met her at the party all those months ago. Back then, it was Helena that was amazed by Sarah's enhanced breasts but now the student had become the master - Helena's 800cc implants dwarfed Sarah's 400cc. As bimbos went, Sarah was now looking almost vanilla when stood next to Helena although to an average Joe walking by, they still looked like a pair of working girls.

Helena planted a kiss on Sarah's lips and released the embrace. "So are you going to tell me what I'm here for?" she asked Sarah.

Sarah smirked and turned towards the door. "Nope. Just follow me. Trust me, it'll be worth it." She pressed the buzzer next to the door and waited. A male voice came over the intercom.

"Hello BB Enterprises."

"Hi, it's Sarah and Helena. We've come for the six o'clock appointment?"

"Ah yes." The door clicked open. "Head on through. Up the stairs and my office is the second door on the right. I'll see you shortly."

Helena looked at Sarah, raising her sculpted eyebrows quizzically. "And just who is that?"

"Just wait. You'll see. Come on."

Sarah led Helena through the door and up the stairs. A door opened as they reached the top of the stairs and a man poked his head out and beconned the pair over.

"Hello, hello," he said, extending his hand to greet them. "Welcome. I'm Marcus. You must be Sarah. Hello. And you..." He paused, casting his eyes over Helena's half-exposed breasts. "You must be Helena." Marcus was a big man. At least six and a half feet tall, Afro-Caribbean, and clearly a regular at the local gym. He towered over the girls but at the same time, his smile was warm and friendly. Helena's warped bimbofied mind had already started to visualise what must be hiding in his trousers and she felt her face begin to flush.

"Ladies, please," he gestured into the room, "come in and take a seat."

Sarah walked straight in and Helena followed, lingering slightly at the threshold to give Marcus her own inspection and oh so accidentally brush her hand across his crotch as she passed. Definitely something big in there.

Helena entered the room and glanced around. Quickly, it dawned on her where she was. BB Enterprises was a porn studio. The walls were covered in framed posters of naked women. Not just naked women, but naked women having sex. And not just any naked women, these were all bimbos like Helena - there wasn't a natural pair of breasts to be seen. She glanced over at Sarah who was purposely avoiding her gaze. They'd be having words later.

Helena walked along the wall examining the images. Every scene imaginable was on display - a busty nurse being anally penetrated, a latex-clad MILF forcing down a huge black cock, a petite bimbo being gangbanged, a cock being milked between two tits in an all-too-small bikini, a horse dick on a fucking machine being forced well over 12 inches into a peachy butt. She was fascinated... and aroused. The male talent in the pictures seemed to be mostly the same large, black guy. She peered in closer - something about him was familiar. He looked a lot like...

A hand touched her shoulder making her jump from her reverie and she spun around to see... Marcus! "Well Helena, Sarah has been telling me all about you and I have to say she didn't lie when she said you were something special. You look fantastic! And those tits, oh, just perfect."

"Thanks, Marcus." If Marcus was anything, he was a charmer. He doesn't look too bad either. "Are these...?" She pointed at the pictures.

"Me? Yes, that's me. Although these days I spend more time running the business than having the... fun," he said, looking wistful. He stood back and looked Helena up and down, settling his gaze on her breasts. "Yes, those are lovely. Good work by the surgeon." He reached forwards and, without even hesitating to ask, cupped each breast with a hand and seemed to weigh them.

"Saline, yes? And what size are these? 700? 750?"

She blushed furiously at the casual groping. "Saline," she blurted out. "800cc. I've only had them a couple of months so they're sitting quite high still but I'm loving them."

"Perfect," he said, as he released her boobs from his hands. "Yes, just perfect. I don't know how much Sarah has told you about our studio but one thing our customers LOVE is girls with big tits. And when a girl walks into my office with the biggest standard implants available, I know I'm onto a winner. Did she tell you that?"

"Oh?" She turned to Sarah and raised her eyebrows. "No, she forgot to mention that."

He laughed. "Well you did tell her we make porn here, right?"

"Of course," replied Sarah quickly, "we just didn't get into that much... detail."

Marcus looked at Helena and winked. "That's ok. Sarah, you'll be telling me you haven't told her what our name stands for next."

"Erm..."

"Oh never mind. Please, sit." Marcus settled himself into a chair behind his desk and Sarah and Helena sat down opposite him.

"Right, Helena, thank you for booking in with us for a meeting today. It's a really tough step to make that call and start your journey. We'll get the easy question out the way first. Tell me, why do you want to be a porn star?"

"I... I..." Helena froze. She opened her mouth but nothing would come out. Shit I'm not ready for this. Play for time. "Sorry, Marcus, before I answer, could I just use the loo? It was a long journey and I'm desperate."

"Of course. Through the door over there. No rush."

Helena stood up and hurried through the door to the toilet. She dropped the seat but instead of sitting, leant on the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. Who are you? Sometimes, like now, she shocked herself when she saw her reflection. Only a year ago she'd been a plain, boring, middle-class professional. She'd had a stable job, a boyfriend, a career, everything. She'd avoided makeup and rarely dressed up. She was an alien now.

Instead, the woman before her was a whore and a bimbo. Her tits were enormous. Her lips were bulged with filler. Her dress was outrageous. She'd fucked countless guys for money and had a sugar daddy old enough to be her own father. And now here she was about to decided whether to be filmed fucking and potentially seen by millions. She could hide the escorting and even the OnlyFans. But once she hit pornhub, that was it. She'd be a bimbo for life.

But she needed the money. After the initial wave of bookings after her second boobs job, things had started to quiet down. She had regulars of course, but that wasn't enough. OnlyFans was saturated with people and try as she might, she still didn't make enough to fund her riding career like she wanted. For that, she needed to be global and that meant porn. She stood up straight, straightened her dress, and stuck her chest out. She'd made her decision. Flushing the toilet, she opened the door and sat back down next to Sarah.

"Sorry about that, Marcus. Typical girl! Now. Where were we?"

"I'd just asked you why you wanted to be a pornstar, Helena."

She smiled confidently. "Money, Marcus. I have my OnlyFans and escorting but I want to raise my profile to the next level to earn the money I want. I think working with a professional studio would help me reach that. I... I want to be famous. Like, you know, a famous pornstar like Joslyn James or Elle Matthews."

He smiled back and nodded along. "Perfect. Helena, I think we can help you do that. BB Enterprises is my production company and, as you may have guessed, I'm the producer. We've worked with people like Joslyn and Elle but we also love up and coming new talent like you. If you want to be the next Joslyn then we can absolutely make that happen. Just maybe avoid getting involved with Tiger Woods though."

She laughed. "Don't worry about that, Marcus. Sarah would kill me! I'll behave myself. So, what's next? Like, how do I start?"

"So before we take anyone on, we need to understand your experience and what you're up for doing. I don't want girls who won't actually do anything. If you don't mind, I'd like to just check off some details now then." He clicked his mouse a couple of times. "Ok, so let me run down this list. Any questions just let me know. So... first question. Solo?"

"Of course."

"Good start. Honestly some people run away at the first hurdle! Ok, next. Blowjobs, handjobs?"

"Yep."

"Full sex with a male performer?"

"Only if he's got a good thick cock," Helena joked.

"Trust me, Helena. We don't work with anything less than substantial here," he said with a wink. "Ok, next question - female performers?"

"Yes."

"Deepthroat?"

"My specialism."

"Anal?"

"Have you seen my videos?"

"Well... yes, but I didn't want to presume. I'll tick yes then. Double penetration?"

"Yes."

"Gangbangs?"

"So... I haven't done one yet but it's a fantasy of mine. Is that ok?"

"Not at all. I'm sure we can make that one come true quite easily. Ok this one's a tricky one - bareback and creampies?"

"So long as we've all been tested, I'm happy and, to be honest Marcus, creampies make me orgasm... immediately.

"Now that is fortunate. The B in our name stands for Bareback so I was kind of hoping you'd say yes."

"Oh phew. But, what about the other B?"

"Bimbos!" He finished tapping the answers into the computer. "Well that's made my job easy. Sarah, you were right about her. Helena, everything I've seen so far says you're a good fit for us to take on and I think you'd make an excellent addition to our portfolio." He stood up and stretched out his hand. "So I'd like to offer you a chance to shoot with us at Bareback Bimbos."

"For real?!"

"For real."

Helena jumped up and pumped his hand. "Oh wow. I can't believe it."

"Welcome to the family. Helena. So all that's left now is for you to sign the contract," he said, drawing out a document from his desk and placing it in front of Helena, "here, and then we can film a short screen test."

"A what?"

"A screen test. We need to see how you perform on camera before a real shoot so we film one here just as a test. Think of it a bit like an audition, except you've already got the role."

"I haven't prepared or anything."

"Oh honestly don't worry. It's not a real film, we just go through the motions. I'll give you two a few minutes to check over the contract."

Sarah leaned over and the two of them flicked through the dozen or so pages of legalese. It was all pretty standard - rights belonged to BB Enterprises forever, complaints could be taken to the regulator yada yada yada. But then one paragraph caught Helena's eye - 'BB Enterprises reserves the right to require it's employees to maintain a body type aligned with the ethos of the company, and where necessary, to request employees undertake body modification or face dismissal and possible financial penalty.'

"Er... Marcus, what does this mean?" Helena asked, pointing at the section in the contract.

"Oh don't worry about that. It's just to say you're expected to keep a bimbo-like appearance when you work for us."

"And the part about requesting body modifications?"

"Well we might suggest some work at some point - you could do with a BBL I think and I always recommend our girls go over 1000cc breast implants but honestly it's nothing to worry about. Happy to sign?"

She looked at Sarah. She nodded. "Ok. Let's do it."

"Great. If you can just sign here and here then we're ready."

Helena took the pen from Marcus and signed her life away on the dotted lines. She was officially and legally a porn star. From vet to pornstar, that has to be a first.

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"That's the hard part done. Now for the fun. Let's get going with the screen test - you'll love it. Ok, Helena, now if you could just stand over there by the sofa. Sarah, could you shuffle over here out of the way. That's great. Right, I'm just going to set up a couple of cameras and point them at you. Don't worry."

Marcus pulled a camera out from his desk. It beeped as he flicked it on and placed it on top of the desk pointing at Helena. He then walked across to another camera mounted on a tripod resting in the corner and set this up too.

"Ok, Helena. We're ready. Ready for your first scene?" She nodded. "Ok. Let's start. What I need you to do for me now, is take your clothes off. Slowly though, don't rush it. And remember to look at this camera here."

Helena reached up and tentatively shrugged the shoulder straps off her dress. She glanced to the side nervously before pulling it down over her inflated 800cc breasts and revealing them to the camera.

"That's it, Helena," said Marcus. "You're doing great."

With his encouragement she continued to peel the dress down her body, wiggling her ass as it slipped over the hump and then dropped to the floor. She gingerly stepped out of the crumpled dress and stood, naked and blushing in front of Marcus in her heels.

"Great. Love the piercings," he said, gesturing at her nipple rings. "You didn't mention those. You really are a bimbo aren't you?!

"Totally, Marcus. And we've only just started."

He laughed. "I'm looking forward to the rest of this test! Ok, now Helena what I'd like you to do is sit down on the sofa behind you. Get yourself comfortable and then I'd like you to start fingering yourself."

Helena was warming up. This time she didn't hesitate and sat straight down on the sofa, lifted her legs to rest open on the seat, and began to play with herself. Well this is easy. She angled her crotch to line up with the camera and flicked her clit piercing, moaning in genuine pleasure.

"Excellent. That's perfect. Well you certainly have no problem getting relaxed that's for sure. Ok we're going to take it up another level now. Remember, you can stop at any time?" Helena nodded. "Right, now I need to see how you handle a cock on camera."

He walked over to where Helena sat on the sofa. "Put your head at this end and your feet over there. That's it. Now, what I want you to do is unzip me, take my cock out and show me what you can do."

She licked her lips. "My pleasure, Marcus. I've been looking forward to this since I arrived."

Her hands found his belt buckle and she slowly loosened it off, staring him in the eyes as she did so. She popped the button, drew down the zip and unfurled his black throbbing cock in front of her.

"Mmm so big. So fucking hot." She jerked him off, working his dick until it was rock solid. Marcus' hands had dropped down and found her nipples, and he began to caress them, rolling the pierced nipples between his fingers. "Mmm... fuck, Marcus."

She let go of his cock, opened her mouth and pushed onto his dick, the thick shaft parting her fat lips as it filled her airway. Marcus groaned in pleasure as she worked his dick in until the hilt.

"Oh yeah that's perfect, Helena. Fuck yeah that's good."

She pulled back, leaving his saliva covered dick glistening under the office lights and then stared up at him as she sank down once more onto his cock. For the next couple of minutes, she sucked him off, putting on her best performance. It was sloppy, it was noisy, it was deep.

"And... ok," said Marcus as he pulled out of Helena's mouth. "Great work, Helena. You know how to handle a dick in your mouth that's for sure. Ok sit back for a moment. Let's move on to something else."

Marcus reached to the side and picked up the camera and some baby oil from the desk.

"Ok now let's see how you are with tit jobs. I'm going to pass you the oil and then leave the rest to you whilst I film. Ok?"

Helena smiled and nodded. She took the oil from Marcus, popped the lid and began to trickle it down her tight, saline-filled breasts. With her free hand she worked the oil into her skin, wiping it across her nipples and down her cleavage. Meanwhile, Marcus stood filming, his erect dick twitching in anticipation.

She put the container to one side and lay back on the sofa, her bolted-on orbs glistening in the light. Reaching up, she placed a hand either side of her breasts and squeezed them together. "Ok, I'm ready. Get up here and slide your dick in, baby."

Marcus clambered onto the sofa and straddled Helena so that his dick was resting just below her cavernous cleavage. He settled himself for a moment, framing the shot so he had a clear view, and then slowly slid his dick up the slick channel formed by her cleavage. The tip disappeared followed by inches of his shaft, all swallowed up by her shining, 800cc enhanced breasts. Eventually, the tip reappeared, emerging from her mounds and sliding its way towards her chin.

"Mmm, girl those tits are tight," said Marcus, as he reached the end of his thrust and pulled back out. "Damn you are one beautiful bimbo." He slid in once more and began to fuck her tits with a steady rhythm.

Helena was enjoying the new sensations - it was her first time trying tit fucking since she'd upgraded to 800c and wow was it different. Before, she'd kind of covered dicks when they'd fucked her tits, but now she just engulfed them. She wondered what it would be like once she hit the 1000cc club. Hot. Conscious she was being filmed, she gave him some encouragement too.

"Oh Marcus. Mmm, fuck yeah. Fuck me with you black cock. Oh oh oh oh mmm..."

After a few minutes of this, Marcus halted and moved away.

"If I don't stop there I'm going to end up cumming on those fantastic tits, Helena. And I don't want to do that just yet as we've got more to film. Right. Next, we need to check that you can handle it in your pussy, ok?"

Helean was now so turned on she didn't care at all. In fact, she was a bit annoyed he had stopped.

"I'm ready. What are you waiting for, Marcus?"

"Oh. Keen. I like it. Right, Helena I want you to lie down now on the sofa so you're on your side and facing that camera over there." He pointed at the tripod. Helena shuffled onto her left side, and waited, resting her head on her arm. Marcus walked over to check the framing and nodded in satisfaction.

"There that's it, perfect. Now, I'm going to shuffle in behind you and we're going to fuck whilst spooning. It's a great position for showing you off whilst not showing too much of the male talent. Ok, let's do it."

He scrambled awkwardly up onto the sofa and settled in behind Helena. She could feel the warmth from his body as he pressed into her from behind and then, the prodding of his erect dick by her ass. Helena glanced over at Sarah who gave her a smile and a thumbs up with one hand. The other hand was busy, slipped underneath her waistband and it looked like she was masturbating at the sight of her girlfriend's porn scene.

Marcus slipped an arm under her right leg and hoisted it up into the air, opening up the view of her pussy for the camera. His dick hovered between her legs momentarily until, like a key finding its lock, the fat, mushroom-like head found the wet entrance it sought. She was used to dicks of all sizes by now, but as the thick head began to part open her pussy lips, she knew it was going to be a tight fit. Slowly the black, throbbing, veiny inches slid into her white, tight pussy, stretching her wide open with his prodigious girth. All Helena could do was whimper.

With her skewered on all eight inches, he paused and whispered in her ear. "Ready?" She nodded. With her nod, he suddenly pulled back, and then began to slam his dick in and out in what could only be described as a brutal fucking. It took Helena by surprise - this was no gentle spoon but instead he was hammering in and out making her tits bounce around painfully. She moved her hands to grab them and held on as the fucking continued.

"Oh fuck yeah you dirty bimbo. Fuck yeah," grunted Marcus from behind as he plunged in, his balls audibly slapping on her ass. "Do you like that you dirty slut?"

"Mmm... oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy," she responded. She moved her hands and lifted her 800cc breasts slightly to maximise their appearance for the camera. "Fuck your dirty bimbo whore."

To all the world, that's what they could see - an enhanced bimbo fuckdoll being bred on camera by a fat black dick. Pussy stretched to the max, round bolted-on tits swaying, her face overtaken with ecstasy.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum, Helena. Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuuuuuuuuck." He sank in and released his load deep into her pussy. Helena could feel the familiar throbbing feeling as his cock pulsed his semen into her womb. It was her kryptonite. She orgasmed immediately, shaking and squeezing his dick for all it could give.

They lay together, locked in place in mutual orgasmic gliss for a few moments before Marcus withdrew and released his last few spurts upon her belly, coating it in strings of his white cum. Then, spent, he lay behind her, panting.

Cum dribbled out of her gaping pussy to pool on the sofa. She was thoroughly fucked.

"Phew, Marcus that was... intense." She panted, eyes closed and recovering.

"Well Helena that was quite a fuck," gasped Marcus. "You were... amazing. There's no doubt you've passed the test. Welcome to Bareback Bimbos. We're going to make you a fucking pornstar."

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Helena opened Bertie's stable door with a loud creak, the old hinges complaining in the cool winter air. Bertie lurked in the corner, pulling hay from the net and munching without a care in the world, entirely ignorant to the mess he'd made of his stable. Helena sighed, hung her coat over the door and grabbed the fork. It was time to clean.

It was the day after her meeting with Marcus and back in the countryside a morning mist clung to the valley in the still winter air. Helena longed for the long warm days of summer - winter was grim for most people, but try working outside in it most days riding horses and you'd quickly understand the merits of moving to somewhere less... English. Besides, what was the point in having melon-sized breasts when you couldn't show them off due to the fat-suit-esque figure she took on thanks to the sports bra, thermal top, fleece, extra fleece, gilet, and coat?

Last bit. Helena hoisted a clump of soiled hay into the wheelbarrow with a thud and followed it with the fork, clattering as it bumped the sides. Done. It had been hard work and she'd quickly warmed up. She reached down and pulled her thermal off over her head, adding it to the coat draped over the door. Standing in just a sports bra, jodhpurs and calf-length riding boots.

With the stable clean, it was time to add new bedding and get Bertie tacked up and ready to ride in time for Gartside's daughter, Emily, to take on a hack. She was home from university for the Christmas holidays and Gartside had put a stop to any liaisons in the stables until she returned. Funnily enough, he didn't fancy his daughter catching him fucking the groom or her discovering that her boobs were thanks to him. She made for the door to collect the hay before her phone buzzed. She stopped and pulled it from her pocket. It was a message from Marcus.

Hi Helena. Thank you for coming over yesterday and meeting me. I spent the evening reviewing the footage we took and was blown away by your performance. In fact, so blown away that I edited it overnight and published it to our Pornhub account today. I've attached a link and your fee will be in your account shortly. I know we didn't plan this but it was too good to waste. Oh and I created a name for you too. Hope you don't mind. Marcus.

"Oh holy fuck!" she exclaimed out loud. She clicked the link and opened up the video. He'd dreamt up a suitable title - Fake Agent Fucks and Creampies Huge Breasts Bimbo Helena Honeydew. Helena Honeydew... I like it. Only a few hours had passed since it had been uploaded and already it had over 10,000 views and 100% like rate. Like it or not, she was now a pornstar.