The Birth of a Porn Star: Defying Daddy's Wishes (3 page)

“What?”

“The church didn’t explode. Two weeks later, she told me she
was pregnant. She got pregnant by that guy
after
my dad had a long,
heart to heart talk with her and she was happy about it. She was excited to
know that she was going to have a black baby. She was thrilled, like it was the
greatest thing ever. I couldn’t believe it and I just knew that the church
would blow up that day. I just knew it, but life went on. Gloria quit coming to
church of course and I’m pretty sure her parents were so embarrassed by the
news that they started going to a different church, but other than that,
nothing happened.”

“Of course it didn’t.”

“Well, I know that now, but back then, I thought it would.
When it didn’t, I started to wonder if all the hellfire talk was even real. I
also started thinking about sex. Sex with black guys. Hung black guys.”

“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 with 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.