The Birth of a Porn Star: Defying Daddy's Wishes

by Fh John

  “You were still how old?”

  “Fourteen,” she admitted. “I didn’t start touching myself when I thought about it right away. That didn’t happen for a while, but the thought was in my head to stay. Especially when my dad would yell at me for something stupid. After that, when he yelled or lectured me, I would run up to my room and get him back by thinking about black guys. I would think about them pulling their pants down and showing me what they looked like. I would think about letting them put it in me and sometimes I would even think about sucking it, because I thought doing that would really freak my dad out. I liked doing that. Sucking a black dick, just to piss my daddy off. That’s when I started touching myself. I would imagine putting a black guy’s dick in my mouth and then I would think about sucking it until the white stuff came out and I’d think about letting the guy squirt it in my mouth and on my face.”

  “Okay,” Eric said. “You almost have me running from the room.”

  Sarah giggled again.

  “Told you I could be naughty.”

  “But I notice that your boyfriend is a white guy. Care to explain that?”

  “Daddy loves him,” she said.

  “So you’re not really all that rebellious?”

  “I wouldn’t go that far. Daddy doesn’t know the real him. I met him in our church and Daddy thinks Jacob is a real standup guy, but I know the truth. I’ve always known it. I see the way he tries to look at girls when he thinks everybody is praying. Especially the girls wearing skirts. No. Daddy’s wrong about Jacob, but that works to my advantage.”

  “How’s that, Sarah.”

  “Well, daddy gives Jacob more latitude then he would other guys. Coming to Florida for instance. My dad would never have let anyone else bring me down here, but he’s convinced Jacob would never lay a finger on me, even though we started having sex pretty quickly after we started seeing each other.”

  “That explains a lot, Sarah,” Eric said. “Turns out, you really are a pretty naughty preacher’s daughter.”

  “Very,” she said.

  “If it’s okay, I’d like to do something a little different from normal with you. This audition is already turning out to be quite a bit longer than normal, but I kind of want to keep this going if you’re comfortable.”

  “Sure,” she said.

  Everything Sarah was saying was completely new to me. I had no idea about the girl I was dating. Here I thought she was as innocent as she played herself to be. I was wrong. Wrong by a longshot. She was nothing like who I thought she was, but that was perfect for me. I wasn’t dating her because she was innocent. I was dating her because I hoped she would be willing to shed her innocence and become the girl I wanted. As it was turning out, I didn’t think I would have to change her at all. I just needed her to stop pretending.

  “Even though your daddy will most likely never see this video or any of the clips, I would like you to consider giving your daddy a personal message. Tell him all the naughty things you would like to do with a black guy.”

  “Can I touch myself when I say it?” she asked. “I can’t really think about black guys anymore without touching myself.”

  “Absolutely,” Eric said. “Can I ask something else?” he asked her.

  “Okay,” she said.

  “It’s totally up to you. You can absolutely say no if you’re not comfortable with it, but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind delivering this message to your daddy with the two black producers standing in the room. You know. As a prop for you. To make it a little more real.”

  Sarah froze solid.

  “What?” she asked. “Crap. I kind of forgot they were even here.”

  “It’s totally up to you,” Eric said.

  “I’d uh … rather not,” she said. She gave me a terrified look and it almost looked like she was apologizing to me.

  “It’s okay if you don’t want them to,” Eric said. “But can I ask why not? It really would make it more realistic and believable.”

  “Yeah,” she said. “A little too realistic. Even I would believe they were really here.” She laughed. “No. I’m sorry, but I think that would be a little too much temptation for me right now. I almost wish they weren’t here at all.” The honesty in her voice was so sincere that I was convinced that she meant it. If those two men were in the room, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself.

  “Sarah. If I asked you to let them come in here would you let them?” I asked her.

  “Jacob,” she said, sounding surprised.

  “I think it would be kind of fun. Just let them come in. You don’t have to do anything with them.”

  “If you want me to,” she said. “But I don’t think you do.”

  “Can I invite them, Sarah?”

  She blinked her eyes a few times. The rising of her chest clued me in to just how nervous and excited she was. “I’ll leave it up to him,” she said. “But I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Ask them in,” I said.

  Before Eric could say a word, both of them walked into the room, followed by the other producer.

  “Were they listening?” she asked.

  “They have a feed going into the other room. Sorry about not telling you about that.”

  “Oh. I guess it’s too late to worry about it now,” she said.

  “Sorry about that, Sarah. I hope you’re not upset,” ‘Eric said.

  “No. It’s fine.” She looked both of the black men over. There was a question on her mind, but she wasn’t asking it.

  “Go ahead whenever you are ready, Sarah.”

  She shrugged. “They’re uh … nice looking,” she admitted. “I like guys with muscles like that.”

  “I’m sure they feel the same way about you, hon.”

  “Just looking at them makes me want to touch myself,” she said. Her face turned pink again, two circles forming on her cheeks.

  “You like black guys that much, eh?” Eric asked.

  “Yeah and this whole conversation has me in a pretty naughty mood. It’s a dangerous combination to be honest.”

  “Well, let it out,” Eric said. “Take care of the problem.”

  “Can they take their shirts off so I can look at their muscles.”

  “They are willing to do whatever you want, babe.”

  “Will you guys do that for me?”

  They nodded, each of them lifting their shirts over their heads.

  “Wow,” she said. “Stomach muscles. My favorite. Okay. You can do this, Sarah. Just breathe.”

  She laid back against the cushions of the couch with her eyes pinned to the two large black men standing next to me. She opened her legs wide, placing a foot on the couch on either side of her and she started running her hands up and down her thighs. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I love that they are looking at me right now. Getting a good look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked at them, trailing her fingers up to her panties and teasing the flesh of her mound. “Do you like what you see?” she asked them.

  “Oh, yeah,” the one said as the other nodded.

  “Do you want it?”

  “Hell to the yeah,” the other guy said.

  “I’d love to let you,” she said. “Even though my daddy would kill me for even thinking about it.”

  “Can they come a little closer?” she asked. She pointed at the floor in front of each knee and Eric moved to the side a little more to make sure he kept a good shot of her. The men moved to where she said she wanted them.

  “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she said. “I feel like such a little slut right now.”

  “Take your time. Relax,” Eric said.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “I think. I wish I could be slutty. Just looking at them is making me wet.” She took another deep breath and stroked two fingers up and down her slit. She lifted her skirt higher, moving it out of the way and she started to concentrate.

  “I don’t usually talk when I touch myself, so bear w
ith me.”

  “It’s your show, Sarah. Do it however you can.”

  “I love the idea of seeing a black cock sliding into me. Dark black skin contrasting against my white skin, ooh, God,” she moaned. “I wish so bad that I could see that—know what it’s like to have a hunky black guy hovering above me—pressing his thick lips against mine—sliding his tongue into my mouth?” Her voice sounded so sexy as she spoke. Her eyes kept lulling shut, her lips going from talking to twisting into an ‘O’ when she moaned out to the pleasure her fingers were giving her.

  “Remember, Sarah, give a message to your daddy for the guys,” Eric said.

  “Oh. Right,” she said. “I almost forgot.”

  She thought for a second and then began. “Hi, daddy,” she said. “As you can see, I’m lying here on a couch, half naked. I’m sorry daddy, but I can’t help myself. Black men make me feel so naughty, daddy. Seeing them makes me want to touch myself.” She slid both of her hands her panties, touching and stroking herself. “I love thinking about black guys, daddy. I love it so much.” She said it with such desperation in her voice. My cock throbbed like someone was launching bottle rockets from it.

  “I think about letting them touch me. I think about how amazing it would feel to let them lick my pretty, white pussy. I want to be so naughty with black men, daddy. You’ve raised such a naughty, naughty little girl.” She slid two fingers into her pussy and her hips twitched.

  “This feels so good, daddy,” she said. “I wish that my hands were their hands right now. I wish I could let them touch my pussy, suck my nipples, put their black man tongues in my harlot mouth. It turns me on when you call women harlots, daddy, but there’s so much more. I want them to take their big black cocks out of their pants and show me how big they are. I want to see the black skin wrapped around their black man dicks, daddy. I want to be their concubine, daddy. I want to open my mouth and let them put their nasty black cocks between my lips and I want to make them so happy when I suck them. I want to make them feel so good, like naughty girls make guys feel.”

  Moans started mixing with her speech and her hands started kneading the fleshy mound between her legs. “OOH, Daddy, I love black cock so much. I want it so bad.” She slid forward on the couch, dropping down onto her knees. She reached out to either side of her, sliding her hands up and down their inner thighs. She stopped before she got to their crotches and looked up at each of them as if she were begging them to stop her from going any further, but neither of them had any intention of making a move. They stood idly by and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.

  “I don’t think I can be a good girl anymore for you, daddy. I’m so sorry, but I can’t stop.” She moved in closer to the one on her right side. She parted her lips and started licking the guy’s pants, her tongue gliding over his bulge.

  “I’m going to suck and fuck both of these black men, daddy. I’m so, so sorry, but I’ve been growing into a little harlot ever since you tried to talk Gloria out of it and failed. It was me you should have been convincing, daddy. Sorry for not telling you sooner, because now it’s too late. Now all I care about is satisfying these men. I want to make them cum, daddy. I want to be a good little slut for them. Let them cum on my face and in my pussy. Maybe even have a black baby. Will you love my baby, daddy? Will you love it as much as you would love a white one,” she said.

  “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

  “And cut,” Eric said. “That had to have been the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Huh?” Sarah said. “We’re uh … not done, yet, are we?”

  “Sorry, babe,” Eric said. “Don’t have any certs on you.”

  “Certs?” she said, standing up.

  “Shit!” I said. “I should have thought of that, hon. You have to be tested for V.D.’s before you can film with actors.”

  “V.D.’s. I don’t have any diseases,” she said. “Jacob’s the only one I’ve ever been with.”

  Eric came around to the back of her. “Relax,” he said. He came in tight behind her, bringing her to her feet and wrapping his arms around her waist. He slid his hands up to cup her breasts. “We just can’t film it, hon. We’ll still take care of business.”

  “You will?” she asked, sounding confused. The two black men stepped in, each of them reaching down to slide and hand between her thighs. Her eyes rolled back and she went a little limp as they began to caress her juicy middle.

  “Of course we will,” Eric said. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You do want to make your daddy proud?”

  “Yes,” she said. She sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip just as one of the black men swooped his face in front of her. He pressed his lip against hers and she quickly parted her lips, eagerly taking his tongue into her mouth. The other black guy started pulling her skirt and panties down and within moments, she was standing there nude.

  “Will this be the first time you’ve ever fucked three guys at once,” Eric asked her.

  “I already told you,” she said. “I’ve only ever been with Jacob.” She looked over at me as if she wanted me to rescue her, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything to stop, or even slow what was happening. Her chest was heaving as the men continued to toy with her body, hands groped her chest, fingers slid into her pussy and ass and tongues licked her available skin. She was moaning and cooing as the men enjoyed her body, slowly moving her back to the couch. They laid her back and one of the black men slid down to his knees, parting her legs and licking up and down her thighs, making his way to her pussy.

  “Oh, God, Jacob,” she said. “What am I doing? What kind of men did you bring me to?” She reached down with both hands, turning her attention away from me. She rubbed the black man’s head that was eating her pussy and moaned out again. “God does that feel good. I love seeing your black face between my legs, OH DADDY!” she howled out. “I want to fuck NIGGERS, OOOH, GOD!”

  The other two men positioned themselves on either side of her with their cocks dangling between their legs. As soon as Sarah saw them, she leaned her head toward the black cock and took it between her lips. She started sucking it eagerly, letting it slide deep into her mouth. I looked over at the last producer. He was sitting there with a smile on his face.

  “Aren’t you going to join them?” I asked.

  He held up his hand and showed me his wedding ring. “My slut-fucking days are behind me,” he said. “It’s fun, but I can live without it.”

  Sarah continued sucking the black guy as she stroked off the white guy while the second black guy held her legs wide and licked her pussy, sliding his tongue into her channel. The black guy getting his cock sucked must have been enjoying himself, but he got a little greedy. He kicked a leg over her so that he was standing in front of her. He held her head in place and started fucking her face, keeping her head still with his hands, and driving himself balls deep into her mouth. I could see the outline of his cock as it traveled deep down her throat. He wasn’t extremely thick but his cock was long and I was amazed that Sarah could handle how far he was throat fucking her without gagging or outright puking. She sat there with her arms lying limply to her sides, giving herself to them completely.

  They brought Sarah onto all fours sideways on the couch and the larger black man took position behind her, placing his cock at her entrance and pushing the head into her. Sarah remained still as she tried to get used to the intrusion of this man’s cock. He was much larger than me and she wasn’t used to it, but she remained calm as his prick slid further in. Once she was used to having him inside of her, his hips starting to move in a rhythmic pace, Eric took control of her head, tilting it back so he could enjoy her mouth. He didn’t go easy on her. From the start, he was already on the verge of cumming. He meant what he’d said earlier about her stories turning him on. He fucked her face greedily with the intent of bringing himself to orgasm quickly. Within a few minutes, his face twisted like a gnarled tree branch and he dropped his seed into her thro
at, pulling away when he was finished so the two black men could keep having their fun with her. Eric fixed his pants and sat down in the other chair to continue watching the show.

  The two black men took turns on Sarah. They fucked her from behind, switching back and forth, one of them always fucking her and the other getting head from her. After a while, they laid her on her back, spreading her legs as if she were a nimble cheerleader and fucking her pussy balls deep. They fucked her for nearly an hour straight before they were finally ready to cum. They dragged her from the couch, bringing her to her knees and they took turns jacking off over her face, each of them dropping their loads, wiping themselves on her chin when they were done.

  Sarah sat there on her knees for a while after they were finished with her. I thought about going to her right away, but I had an idea she needed a little time to process what just happened, so instead of coddling her, I got up and found the bathroom, grabbing a towel and bringing it to her.

  “You okay,” I asked her.

  She looked up at me, confused.

  “What did I just do? Was it real?” she asked me.

  “Um, yeah, Sarah. It was real.” I bent down and started wiping her face clean.

  “You let me do that? How could you let me do that?”

  “It uh … looked and sounded like you wanted to, Sarah.”

  “So,” she said defensively. “If I wanted to try heroine would you let me do that too?”

  “This wasn’t heroine, Sarah,” I said as I helped her to her feet and started collecting her clothes.

  “I’m so embarrassed,” she said.

  “Sweetie, trust me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Eric said. “In fact. If you’re interested, we could set you up with a manager. You’d have more gigs than you could handle.”

  “Gigs? More Calendar shoots?” she asked.

  “Uh … no, hon. Videos. Adult videos.”

  “Oh. No thanks,” she said.

  “Well, it’s up to you,” he said. “I do need you to sign a release form.”