The Birth of a Porn Star: Defying Daddy's Wishes (4 page)

“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 throat, 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.”

“Wait? What? For an audition?”

“Uh, sweetie. This was good enough to post as is. If you
sign the release, I’m authorized to pay you eight hundred bucks for it.”

“Eight hundred? That’s it?”

“That’s the going rate for what you did on camera, hon.”

She looked down at his hand. He was holding a one-page
contract with a pen clamped under his thumb. She took it, went to the table,
signed it and gave it back to him. He handed her a signed check for the amount
he stated. She took it and put it in her purse.

“Think about what I said, Sarah,” Eric said. He grabbed a
business card from the table and handed it to her. “I really think you could
end up being one of the biggest names in the business if you wanted to. You’ve
got the look and the attitude to make it big down here.”

“Thanks,” she said, still sounding dazed.

“I’ll talk to her,” I said.

“You do that,” Eric said. I started dressing Sarah. At
first, she didn’t help much but eventually she started returning to herself and
took over.

“I can’t believe you let me do that,” she said when we got
back into the car. “You knew! Didn’t you? You tricked me into this!”

“Sarah I…”

“Don’t deny it, Jacob. You pretty much said so in there.”

“I’m not denying it, okay. I’m just saying that you were
brilliant. I’ve never seen a better video. Ever. I thought you liked doing it
though. I don’t understand why you’re mad.”

“You don’t understand why I’m mad?” she said in a slow
steady voice. Her tone sounded so venomous that I half expected her to shed her
skin.

“Not really,” I said. “Should I?”

“You just tricked me into fucking three different guys. I
took off my clothes and talked to the camera like I was a little whore or
something. I am so embarrassed right now, I can barely stand to sit here in my
own skin, Jacob. Thanks to you and your damn pornography.”

“That’s not really fair, Sarah. I admit that I led you here
under false pretenses. I did that because you wouldn’t have come here if you
knew the truth. I…”

“You’re damn right I wouldn’t have come!”

“But you did the rest, Sarah. I didn’t make you say or do
any of those things. You could have left any time you wanted.”

“This is not my fault!”

“No. It’s not about fault. You were brilliant at this,
Sarah. Brilliant. You were born to do this kind of thing, honey.”

“Don’t you dare call me honey! You just let three guys fuck
me. I am not your honey.”

“No. I let you fuck three guys. I let you do what you wanted
to do. If you had said or done anything to lead me to believe you didn’t want
to fuck them, I would have stopped it.”

“So, you think I’m a slut? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Why are guys allowed to be sluts, but if a girl likes sex,
the word slut gets plastered over billboards? Enjoying sex doesn’t make you a
bad person.”

“Well, I sure as hell felt like it when I had a black guy
standing in front of me cramming his pecker down my throat. I felt pretty bad,
Jacob.”

We drove in silence for the rest of the way back to the
motel. She sat in the passenger seat with her hands folded over her chest. I
still had a lot more to say. I wasn’t giving up on my dream just yet, but I
thought giving her a little time for things to soak in was a good idea.

We stopped to grab a bite to eat on the way and by the time
we reached the motel, her mood seemed like it was starting to lift a little.

Our room was on the second floor, overlooking the pool. Just
as we were climbing the outside stairs leading up to the walkway, three guys
were getting out of the pool that I hadn’t seen before. Sarah kept looking over
her shoulder at them. All three of them were athletically sleek black guys.
They smiled up at her as we were walking toward our door and she smiled back.

“We could invite them up if you wanted,” I said.

“What? Jacob! NO!” she said.

“It was just a thought,” I said as I twisted the key in the
door and pushed it open.

She stepped inside and sat on the bed. I closed the door and
sat next to her.

“How could you be okay with something like that? How could
you watch guys fuck me like that? Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I love you,” I said.

“But you just said you wanted to invite three more guys up
to my room to fuck me again. What’s going on here?”

“Just because I like watching guys fuck my girl, doesn’t
mean I don’t love you. I think being with a porn star would be kind of sexy.”

“That’s never going to happen again, Jacob,” she said.

“So, in other words, if I invited those guys up here, you
would behave? You would act like a good little daddy’s girl?”

“I wouldn’t do anything with them, Jacob. So it would be a
waste of your time.”

“Are you sure,” I teased.

“Positive,” she said. “I just got carried away earlier,
that’s all. It will
never
happen again.”

I reached over and grabbed her purse.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a test,” I said. I opened her purse and took out her
black eyeliner pencil. I brought it to her chest and she grabbed my hand.

“I just want to try something,” I said. “Just let me do it.
If you don’t like it, you can clean it back off.”

“You promise?” she asked me.

“I promise.”

She let go of my hand and I wrote, ‘Black cock slut’ across
her neck. She stared down at it, blinking several times quickly. She got up
from the bed and walked over to the mirror on the side of the room. She stood
there and stared at it for a while.

“You want me to leave this on when they come in here, don’t
you?” she asked.

“That was the idea, yes,” I said.

“I don’t think they’d let me be a good girl if they saw
this.”

“I don’t think they would, no.”

“This would probably make them want to fuck me.”

“I think it would, yes.”

“My daddy wouldn’t like that very much. He wouldn’t like you
for doing this to me.”

“You can blame me if you want,” I said.

“It
is
all your fault.”

“It is, Sarah. It is all my fault,” I relented.

“I guess I probably should do what my boyfriend wants me to
do.”

“You should,” I agreed.

“You want me to be a porn star, don’t you?”

“I do,” I said.

“Can I specify black guys only?”

“I think that would be a possibility, sure,” I said.

“Black cock slut,” she said as she traced her finger over
the words, smearing some of the letters. “That’s what I am, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sarah. From what you said earlier, I think you are.”

“Daddy wouldn’t like that. He wouldn’t like it at all.” She
lowered her gaze on me. She reached down and lifted her skirt, bringing her
hands up so she could touch herself.

“But I am what I am. I think it’s time I quit pretending,”
she said.

“I think it is.”

“You’ll still love me if I do this?”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s what I want.”

“Invite them up here then,” she said. “I was too nervous to
cum earlier, so I’m not done yet. Tomorrow, I’ll call the number Eric gave us
and my daddy. He won’t like the idea of me moving down here. He’ll pretty much
hate you. You know that, right?”

“I don’t live to please your dad,” I said.

She sighed and gave me a serious look.

“I can’t believe I’m really going to do this,” she said. “A
porn star? Me? God, this is crazy.” But it wasn’t crazy enough to stop her from
fingering herself. “I’m gonna do it, Jacob and if my dad finds out, you have to
take all the blame.”

The End.

Author’s Note:

Maybe.

There is the potential for this story to continue. If the
interest in this story is strong enough I’ll continue it.

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Regret? It was too
early to know for sure. Fear was more like it. Standing there with my arms
stretched into a ‘Y’, my wrists tied, extending my arms to their limits with my
naked body out in the open and my legs held apart by a broomstick cut just
short enough to fit between my ankles, which were duct taped to either end of
the stick.

What in the
hell have I agreed to?

That was the big
question.
To be sold
.

“Are you ready?”
Petrie asked me. Good old Petrie, our family’s loyal hand, stood before me. His
eyes purposefully nailed to mine. I could tell he didn’t want them to be. To
the best of my knowledge, Petrie had never seen me naked, but he was a man and
I was a young woman, so I knew that the man in him wanted to look. It touched
my heart that he tried so hard to let me keep my modesty by averting his eyes
from my body.

“You can look if
you want, Petie,” I said to him.

“Naw, girl. I
don’t…”

“Look,” I
demanded. “If anyone in this barn deserves to enjoy the sight of my body, it’s
you.” I needed him to look. I don’t consider myself to be a desperate girl, but
when you are tied up in a barn, people filing in to look you over like some
piece of livestock, their money at the ready; it makes you feel a little
vulnerable, a little exposed. The truth was that right at that point, Petrie
was the only man I felt like I could fully trust. The only reason he was there
was because I asked him to be. Every time he looked in my eyes that day; all I
saw was pity. I wanted … no, needed to see some kind of approval from him, even
if it was only approval of my body.

His mustache
flared up slightly on one side and the kindness in his eyes flashed to greed
for just a moment. Seeing it sent a tickling sensation through my stomach.
Petrie never showed that side of himself to me before. Not toward me, anyway. He
gave me what I needed him to.

He looked for
almost a minute and then made his eyes look back into mine. “You always were a
beautiful girl, Dallas.”

“Thank you,
Petrie,” I said. I almost never called him Petrie even though it was his proper
name.

“They say they
want to preview you. Say that’s the proper order of things, before the um …
auction.” He was trying hard to hide his sadness, but it bled from his face,
like sweat.

“I have no choice,
Petie,” I said, reading what the expression meant. He wanted me to back out.“I
wish I could, but this
is
the only way.”

“Shi’it, girl. I’d
rather see the farm sold off than you.”

“I’ll be back.
It’s only for two months.”

“Heard that
before, Dallas. Women say things and they mean them when they say ‘em, but
hearts change. Yours will too.” He said it with such certainty. He was wrong.
He had to be. “This ain’t no game of checkers, girl. There’s no winnin’ and the
game is rigged against ya.”

“Blaze won. Bree’s
won. My dad’s winning. I guess one of us
has
to lose.”
Me. I have to
lose. Sometimes, in a game of chess, the queen must be sacrificed.
I didn’t
know for sure if I really believed that, but there I was, tied up in Blaze’s
stall surrounded by a curtain, which would soon be pulled down. I could hear
the buzz of the potential bidders on the other side of it. They sounded eager.
I couldn’t blame them, because I would soon belong to one of them.
The
highest bidder.

My old friend
reached up and put the leather strap with the red ball, over my mouth, securing
it around my head. There would be no more talking for me for a while. Petrie
turned away from me without looking back. He exited through the stall door.

What the hell
have I done?
I thought.
The voices on the other side didn’t sound nearly as friendly as I’d hoped.