The Birth of a Porn Star: Defying Daddy's Wishes Read Online Free PDF Page A

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,