CHAPTER 6
Black mask, feathers, glue and glitter.
She was nervous and naked, sitting on a chair in her room and staring at all her work supplies. Was this new profession what I really wanted? She thought as she scanned her room, she looked at her desk and saw the pile of brand-new textbooks. Instantly, she got a small headache. Those books cost at least one thousand dollars. Her mind began to rethink her day in the school bookstore when the register rang the ridiculous total for four text books. Next to them was a tuition bill for at least twice the amount of the books.
She shook her head and subconsciously started rubbing her nipples. Since she was younger, sex had always been a stress reliever for her.
Sabrina thought back to being sixteen and getting irritated with her algebra homework. She would excuse herself from the dining-room table to take a “break.” That break consisted of going to her room, laying on her stomach, and squeezing her legs together real tight until she came.
Not sure where or when she discovered that little technique, but it was better than a counselor or a stress ball.
Sabrina guessed that’s what started her on her way to being a sex connoisseur. She hated the word, “freak.” She never understood why it couldn’t be that she loved to fuck and cum all over herself.
She hadn’t asked anyone that question, nor did she tell people about her freakish ambition. The fact that CeCe told Sabrina about her bedroom sessions was surprising to her and she was glad Cece did. So, after Cece had showed her the video, Sabrina made an account on the website and watched a few shows. At the moment, she was massaging her clit thinking about the live videos she had seen.
Sabrina had been on the site for a month or so, thinking and wishing she could do what those people were doing. She loved the thought of someone watching her and drooling over a screen while she got fucked from the back or sucked some dick.
She was rubbing faster now, stretching her legs out. She dipped her finger in her pussy to get it wet and rubbed the fresh juices on her clit. Her pussy got so wet she used to think there was something wrong with her.
That was until she found out that the fellas loved it. The way the fellas loved her wetness, she hoped they would love her videos.
Sabrina’s rising expenses were what forced her to make the final decision on taping herself. As much as she loved to be watched, she still didn’t want everybody to know it was her on camera.
After all the years she took off, Sabrina was back on track to finish school. I will shit bricks if I work my ass off in school but unable to get my dream job because of this bullshit, she thought to herself.
That’s when she found AmateurU.com. Sabrina couldn’t do her videos on the same site that CeCe told her about, or else she would be in one of her lunchtime gossip stories just like the other girl. Instead, she searched and found someplace else where, hopefully, no one would recognize her.
That, in combination with the mask, would disguise her. Sabrina came up with an idea for the mask, thus the reason for her supplies. If no one knew it was her, then she would be just another “freak” online, showing her goods. Plus, the mask separated her from the rest of the people on the site and surrounded her with mystery.
She had to force herself to stop playing with her pussy so she could finish gluing the feathers to her mask. It didn’t take her long to get everything glued on the mask and spread the glitter around.
Sabrina put the mask on, which would separate her from the rest of the world. She went over to her full length mirror to take a look. Her melon-sized breasts stared back at her. Her cocoa complexion was glistening from the baby oil she had rubbed on herself and the mask looked majestic with her hair wildly cascading down her back. She thought that her hazel eyes, peeping through the eye slits, looked sexy. It was only a half-mask, like those worn at Mardi Gras, but it was perfect.
She picked up her breasts and smashed them together in a playful way as she continued to watch herself in the mirror. Sabrina wanted to see what her viewers would see. She even put one in her mouth and ran her tongue around her areola. It looked sexier than it felt. She would have eaten her own pussy if she had the chance.
Satisfied with what she saw, Sabrina put her breasts in a black, lace bra and went to the camera to arrange things for the show. She got everything situated and turned the camera on.
You can do this. Pretend like it’s not there, she told herself.
Sabrina took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed, holding her favorite toy. She started by getting down on all fours in the middle of the bed and sucking the plastic dick.
She closed her eyes and imagined it was real flesh that she was thrusting down her throat. As she was about to lay back and give her pussy what it was craving, Sabrina got the weird feeling that somebody else was in the room.
Turning around to face the doorway to her room, she saw a man with a black ski mask staring straight at her. Sabrina instantly screamed and jumped off the bed but he pulled a gun from his waist band.
“SHUT UP, BITCH!” He yelled, pointing the gun at her.
Sabrina grabbed a pillow from her bed to cover herself, but it was too late. He had already seen her goods. His dick was springing up through his jeans like a hard tree limb.
She started shaking at the thought of what he might be thinking. She glanced over at the camera and the light was still on. That told her it was catching all of this. He motioned for her to come to him. Sabrina shook her head but he picked up the gun and started to point it at her again.
“Please don’t do this,” she pleaded as she made her way around the bed towards him like he asked. She was still clutching the pillow in front of her with her mask on.
He was unzipping his jeans. He let them fall to the floor, the belt buckle thudding on the hardwood floor when it fell.
Sabrina concentrated more on the fully erect, cucumber-sized dick that was fully visible from the slit in his boxers.
He kept motioning for her to come closer to him. Once she was close enough, he pushed her down on her knees and stuck his dick in her face. Sabrina tried screaming but stopped when she saw the gun still in his hand.
"Suck my dick like you were sucking that damn dildo,” he repeated
She just knelt there on the floor with his dick in her face, unable to move.
“Aww, you don’t wanna suck no REAL dick?” he asked.
Of course, she didn’t answer.
“A’ight, then,” he said as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He put the gun down on her nightstand and pulled her up by her arm. He said that if she screamed, he would kill her and Sabrina didn’t doubt it. He then pushed her down on the bed and made her lay flat on her back with her legs spread.
Since her pussy was still wet from all the teasing she had done before, he was able to slide his dick inside her with ease. He lay on top of her, covering her mouth and stroking her pussy all at once. It was more like making love than rape.
Sabrina couldn’t help but move her hips to his rhythm as she looked up at the camera.
The red light was still staring at them. Sabrina closed her eyes and tried to think how she would have explained this to the police.
Officer, an intruder broke into my house as I was filming myself masturbating. He raped me with my mask on, officer, she imagined herself saying. He would laugh in her face at that one.
Sabrina wrapped her arms around the “robber’s” back and grinned from pleasure. His dick was going so deep she didn’t know if she was going to be able to finish the act. Sabrina smiled between her moans as he started kissing her neck.
He was really putting on a show. Long, passionate strokes. Deeper, longer, and deeper again. Everything was going perfectly. Sabrina was getting raped as planned and she was getting it all on camera. Most of all, he was giving her the best dick ever and she was about to cum! There would be no need for a police report.
Sorry for the false alarm, officer.... I'm a Porn Star.
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Damn, this looks better than I thought, Sabrina thought to herself as she sat at her wooden desk. Her rapist slept in the bed with his ski mask on the floor. She watched the video that resembled a pornographic cable flick; only this time there was no faking and no covering up of intimate parts.
It was really her in the flesh. Every part of her flesh was exposed and able to be devoured by the eyes of strangers.
She dragged and dropped the scenes to edit the show. I bet nobody’s movies look like this, Sabrina thought as she continued to edit the video.
Getting everything just right, she watched it one last time. He had twisted her legs up in the air in the closing scene, putting her in a full missionary position
Looking back at the bed she couldn’t believe what took place right there in her room and with her camera. Picking up a fake gun and a mask for her rapist wasn’t a big deal. She felt that her first video needed to be better than the other videos on the site. She needed something that would grasp viewers and make them buy the full show.
I’m going to upload this first scene when he comes in and then put the whole video in my archive for people to buy, she decided as she smiled at the computer screen. I’m really a porn star, her anxiousness made her giddy as she continued to edit the video.
Her robber was still sleeping and he didn’t know about her film. She laughed at how she told him she wanted to role-play. He would do anything to taste her sweet nectar whenever she called.
Sabrina had a way of persuading him to do what she wanted. He came in the room just at the right time.
The show went smoother than she thought it would. Logging onto AmateurU, she read the rules one more time.
“Here I go. I am now officially a porn star,” she whispered as she clicked the mouse to upload the video.
She let Paul, the robber, sleep as she took a shower. I’ll wake him up after I take my shower and cook, she thought.
He wasn’t her boyfriend, but more like a boy-toy. Taking care of a kid didn’t leave much time for true boyfriends. Sabrina had tried the dating scene a few times, but she was picky about the men she let in Corey’s life.
As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she couldn’t help but smile. She had gone through a few guys but none of them were worth being in Corey’s life. I’m not JoAnn, she told herself. If this is what I must do so that me and Corey can live like we should, then so be it.
There was nothing more important to Sabrina than not being like JoAnn. Taking care of business and making sure she and Corey had a stable home solidified the differentiation between Sabrina and her mother.
In the shower, she turned the water to as hot as she could stand. What do I have to do today? she thought, making note of every little thing.
I gotta get Paul out of here before Corey comes home, do my homework, clean the house, wash clothes, and make sure Corey finishes his project.
As she washed off the soap and the sex from the night before, she heard a knock at the door. “Yeah,” she said through the shower curtain and over the sound of falling water.
“Your phone’s ringing,” Paul said, peeking through the door and laying her cell phone down on the sink.
“Thanks, babe,” she said, drying her hands and answering the phone. She knew it was her brother Corey before she said hello. “Yeah, Core, you ready to come home?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Hey, and yeah, I’m ready to come home.”
“Ok, I’ll be there in an hour,” Sabrina said, about to hang up the phone.
“WAIT!” Corey’s scream delayed her from hanging up.
“Yeah, Core? What’s wrong?”
“Can we go find Momma?” he asked. He was mature but his voice hadn’t hit puberty yet. Corey still sounded like a child.
Why do you wanna go see that bitch? Sabrina wanted to ask him. He must have sensed a “no” when she became silent.
“Pleaseeeeeeee?” Corey begged.
“We’ll see, Corey. Let me go and I’ll be there soon, ok?” Sabrina asked, rushing him off the phone. He was satisfied enough with her at least thinking about it.
“Ok. Love you,” Corey said, trying to soften Sabrina’s heart.
“Love you, too,” Sabrina said before hanging up.
“Huhhhh,” Sabrina breathed a sigh of frustration. Kids will drive you crazy, she thought to herself. Now how do I get rid of Paul?
She peeked out of the door and saw that Paul was sitting on the bed putting his shoes on. Good, he’s leaving on his own, Sabrina thought as she continued to watch him from the bathroom door.
“You about to go, Paul?” she asked.
He looked up from tying his shoes with a sly smile. “Yeah, boo. I’m about to get out of here.”
Sabrina emerged from the bathroom lightly damp with only a towel separating her from being completely naked. She walked seductively over to Paul and gave him a hug goodbye. He cupped her behind as they kissed.
“I really liked that role-play idea,” he said as he nuzzled her neck. “I wanna do that again.”
Sabrina smiled. “You know you’re my most important prop,” Sabrina said, giggling.
Paul laughed along but he obviously didn’t know what she meant. She simply smiled and walked him to the door, giving him another kiss before he left the house.
The less he knows about my voyeurism the better, she thought to herself.
Chapter 7
“Have you seen my momma, Ms. Bernadine?” Sabrina asked.
When she said, “no”, Sabrina wasn’t surprised. Ms. Bernadine was in a daze. Sabrina wasn’t sure if she could even see her right now.
Ms. Bernadine, JoAnn’s dope smoking buddy, was sitting on the porch of an abandoned house. She had on a t-shirt from a university that had smeared foreign objects all over it and her jeans were three sizes too big. Of course, her signature smile was missing a few teeth, but somehow Sabrina still recognized her.
Ms. Bernadine looked horrible and if Sabrina had any sorrow or feelings for her situation, she may have shed a tear. Unfortunately, Sabrina had become desensitized by the drug scene. For year’s she had to endure multiple arrays of bullshit living with JoAnn.
Seeing crackheads, drug deals, and violence had become a part of Sabrina’s life before she graduated from middle school. Sabrina refused to let it become a part of Corey’s.
If it wasn’t for Corey, I would have my ass at home chillin’, Sabrina told herself. Sabrina honestly didn’t care whether JoAnn lived or died, but a eight-year-old who hadn’t experienced the rough parts of addiction still loved his mother. If ”mother” was the proper name for JoAnn. Sabrina was sure the roles had reversed many years ago.
The entire scene on the street made Sabrina sick, but she felt for Corey. Neither Corey nor Sabrina had seen or heard from JoAnn in weeks. Corey wanted to know where she was.
Here I am, searching for her in a place I promised I would never return to, Sabrina said to herself as she scanned the street for the woman that gave birth to her. It wasn’t enough that she had driven Momma damn near crazy with her mess, but I now had guardianship of my brother because of this shit, damn shame, Sabrina thought as she made her way back to the car. Thank God Momma took care of me because, otherwise, I don’t know where I would be.
Sabrina wanted to leave Corey at home but her better judgment made her think otherwise. Don’t want her to pop up while he’s there alone. I know that if that happened, he would let her in and I would come home to a damn near empty house, Sabrina said to herself.
While Sabrina was walking up and down the street looking for JoAnn, Corey was locked in the car watching her. Sabrina continued to talk to Ms. Bernadine who was making little sense.
Eventually Ms. Bernadine lost focus, got up, and started walking off right in the middle of their conversation. Sabrina shrugged it off, as she was used to crack head behavior. Sabrina was walking back to the car and noticed that Corey wasn’t looking at her, but in another direction.
Follow
ing the direction of Corey’s head; her eyes quickly became transfixed on the scene. She wished it wasn’t, but of course it was JoAnn in the flesh. Sabrina would know JoAnn anywhere and she guessed Corey did too. He would even know her in a dark alley, on her knees, sucking a man's dick.
Sabrina let out a scream that resembled the sound of a nail scratching the blackboard. “NOOOO!” she screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw her. Her screams weren’t for JoAnn, but for Corey. The last thing Sabrina wanted Corey to see was the pornographic scene of JoAnn prostituting herself.
The guy whose dick JoAnn was sucking grabbed her head and started ramming his member in her mouth when he heard Sabrina’s screams. He seemed to be rushing the nut from his penis, but he wasn’t done with his inexpensive prostitute. Being protective, Corey jumped out of the car and started running towards JoAnn. Sabrina caught him just in time before he got too close.
“COREY, GET BACK IN THE CAR!” Sabrina yelled, grabbing him and pulling him back to the car.
JoAnn saw her children; there was no way she could miss them. She looked their way but her facial expression was blank. There was no instance of familiarity in her eyes. All she saw was dollar signs.
At that point, nothing mattered but getting paid. The man was about to stuff his dick back in his pants and leave, but JoAnn grabbed his member and stuffed it back in her jaws, sucking on him in the way she had perfected on many other dicks in other alleys and cars.
He had the outward appearance of a pedophile. He was unkempt and dirty. His short, stubby legs held him at about 5'5” with a gut that hung down almost covering his dick. He was dirty but his pale, creamy skin still stuck out in that area. Even still, he looked relaxed getting his dick sucked in an alley.
“That’s Momma,” was all Corey kept repeating as he tried to peer back at the alley’s x-rated scene while he and Sabrina got back in the car.
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