Taylor and Mona – Porn Queens

I got the shock of my life late one night while surfing the net on my computer. I was sifting through some teen porn, looking at the pictures of girls in several stages of undress and many stages of sexual activity.  I’m too cheap to spend money on any of these sites so I just surfed and fantasized about the hundreds of girls, in thousands of pictures posted as teasers for adult entertainment sites. I wondered where in the hell all these girls come from? Do they get paid as models to strip, pose, suck and fuck? Are they part of the world wide sex slave business? How many do it for kicks? Maybe a combination of all three and more. And no one in this world can tell me that ‘all models are all 18’ or older.

Not all the girls did anything for me; however I noticed I preferred young women with long dark or red hair that didn’t shave their pussies completely naked. A nice trimmed bush between the legs attracts me and if that bush is cover for a sweet young set of legs then even better.

I was moving from page to page looking for the perfect girl when I glanced at one little brunette in the lower left of the page, the first in a row of pictures. My eyes locked onto her and my body jolted as I looked into the eyes of my own 18 year old daughter Taylor. I swear to whatever god you believe in, she was a twin image of my own girl, who at that moment was down the hall two doors, asleep in her bed. I couldn’t believe it. I clicked on the picture which took me to a teaser page with several shots of the girl. According to the website her name was Mona. In each picture Mona had removed some part of her clothing until the last four were of her nude in a couple of revealing poses. She was a well constructed girl and as I looked at the pictures I wondered briefly if my own daughter looked like that nude. The page raved about how I could see endless pictures and hundreds of videos of girls masturbating, losing her virginity and filling my every depraved fantasy. All I needed to do was pay 39USD by credit card for a full month of Mona and her friends.

Once in a while I will copy some of the pictures and put them into a file hidden deep in the bowels of my computer. I have several hundred favorites; most of the pictures are a series of 10 of some girl.  I have over 80 pictures of one long haired, long legged beauty that I have collected over the months. I copied the 10 pictures of Mona into my computer then ran through my collection wondering why none of the girls I dated as a teenager ever looked like them. I also noticed for the first time that they were all similar in looks and build. Long slender bodies and legs, round full and firm breasts with large brown nipples, medium brown to red hair, most were varying shades of auburn and patches of pubic hair that had been trimmed or shaved to hide behind a bikini or thong. While I studied the girls it occurred to me that most of them could have passed as a sister to Taylor. As I shut off my computer I thought about my revelation, why would all my fantasy girls look like my own young daughter?

Two days later I went back to the computer to find Mona again. I just couldn’t get over how much she looked like my daughter. I’d never taken any kind of sexual interest in Taylor but since I saw those pictures of Mona, I couldn’t look at Taylor without trying to imagine her with no clothes on. Did she look the same as Mona when she was wearing only her birthday suit? I went back the web site where Mona was one of the main attractions, dug out a little used credit card and bought a one month membership for only 39USD. Now I had full access to Mona and her friends; I was about to enter the ranks of dirty old men all over the world who supplied the fantasies and lust needed for the porn industry to earn billions of dollars a year. With my newly purchased password I logged on to the site and went searching for Mona.

There was a list of girls’ names posted on the left side of the page. I clicked on Mona and a full screen picture of her popped up on my screen.  It could have been a high school picture of Taylor. She was smiling sweetly into the camera, the picture of life’s innocence and purity. Someone’s little girl. But, at the bottom of the screen was a row of tabs that would take me from the main page to several different stories starring the cute, sexy young Mona. I had my choice of videos or stills. I picked still pictures and sat back to learn more about the girl on the screen.

It started with an introduction to Mona fully dressed and a short biography. She was supposed to be French, 20 (not likely) and a free spirit who liked horse riding and archery. Of course she came from a privileged family of wine makers and spent most of her time on the Riviera. Her favorite pastime was dating men from different nations; she wanted to learn everything she could about love making around the world. The entire introduction was written to give the reader the idea that if he met Mona in person she would fuck his balls off just to experience another form of international sex. It worked for me, if Mona wanted to get a sample of Cincinnati Ohio sex, I would volunteer to give it to her.

I moved on to the pictures of Mona. There was hundreds, in many different costumes, poses and settings. The poses left nothing to imagine. There were close-ups of her in the bath or shower, on beds, draped over sofas and chairs, in the vineyards behind her ancestral home. There was a lot of exposure to her neatly trimmed pubic hair and pussy as well as her tits, butt and legs.

Mona played with toys. She used dildos of several sizes, colors and shapes in her cunt and ass. The captions claimed she masturbated only as a poor substitute for a good long, strong erection. The best part of sex for her was when she left long deep scratches all over the backs of the men she fucked as orgasms ripped apart her body.

She was picture perfect and every time I found a new set of poses or settings I projected Taylor into the scene. By the time I had surfed the pictures I wasn’t thinking of the girl as Mona, but Taylor. My mind had replaced Mona with my daughter as I saved dozens of pictures in my files. After I shut down for the night I stood and only then did I realize I had a hard-on the size of one of Mona’s fat pink dildos.

I’m a single parent and Taylor is my single child. When I went to bed I stopped by her room and as is my normal routine I peeked in to reassure myself she was safe and cozy in her bed. Normally I just open the door and look quickly, this time however I stepped to the bed and looked down on my daughter. She was covered to her shoulders by the blanket, her head lying on a pillow, the same aura innocence and purity radiating from her as in the introduction picture to Mona, but beyond that, she was as alluring and sensual as Mona. Her dark brown hair was splayed across the pillow framing her face. I noticed that she did not have a night gown on nor did I see shoulder straps for a bra. Did she have panties on? If not, she would be completely naked under the blanket.

My hands began to shake and my heart started beating hard enough I could feel it. My cock tensed and spit a gush of fluid into my pants. I wanted to see if she was naked, I wanted to look at her and see if she and Mona were truly identical.

Taylor looked like she was sleeping soundly so I reached down and gripped the edge of her blanket with both hands. I was thinking fast or slow, how should I lift it? I settled on folding it down over her legs, pulling it off her body as she slept. Once it was to her knees I looked at Taylor from head to thighs. She was lying on her back, arms at angles around her head, her body flat, legs spread slightly. Her breasts grew from her chest firmly, rounded to peaks of light brown circles with the nipples centered perfectly. Her body flowed from her tits into a smooth field of flawless taught skin across her stomach which curved up then dipped down between her thighs where the slit of her vagina started. Her body flared from a narrow waist to her pelvis which was aligned with the width of her shoulders. She had the same body and long tapered legs as Mona, the girl in my pictures. My prick swelled even more and spewed a stream of lubrication into my shorts.

After I gave Taylor the once over I focused on the center of her, the junction of her thighs. I had given it a quick glance but now I looked directly at her sex. My heart stopped, my mind reeled and my knees gave out, I almost collapsed to the floor beside the bed. Taylor’s pubic hair was trimmed and shaped in a bikini cut, almost identical to Mona’s.

I pulled the blanket back over Taylor and escaped to my own room. What the hell had I just done? What had I just seen?

I couldn’t sleep. I lay in my bed and thought about Mona and Taylor. Finally I gave up and went back to my computer and logged on to visit Mona and her friends again. This time I watched videos of Mona. The first few were of her stripping and teasing the viewer but more I watched the more involved she got with toys and men. She gave up her ‘virginity’ to a neighbor boy then moved to the Riviera where she started fucking her way through the countries of the world. It was 5 in the morning when I finally quit and went back to bed. Mona had blown and screwed 6 countries by then. My cock was leading the way, swollen with hours of pent up pressure, my balls ached as much as they did the night before my honeymoon. As I passed Taylor’s room I had an almost overwhelming urge to get into her bed, slide my pulsing tool between her legs and fuck her. I spent the next few minutes relieving the pressure in my balls while my thoughts were on my girl sleeping nude in the next room.

The next night I visited Mona again. I was watching the videos in the order they were made which meant that in each one she got more adventurous and experienced. She got her first shot of cum in the mouth in video 7, took a huge black fucker in 9. In number 11 she had a cock in her ass for the first time. Number 14 was her introduction to other girls. The last video I watched that night was of Mona and a girl friend getting a small tramp stamp on their lower backs then both of them screwed and sucked the artist as payment. That night in bed my balls were crawling around their skin sack brewing vast quantities of fuck lotion while I thought about first Mona then Taylor. I was ready to get on a plane and fly to the Riviera to find Mona, but why should I; Taylor was just a few feet away.

The next day while Taylor was gone I went into her room and started snooping through her stuff. I pried and peeked into her closets, dresser, desk and everywhere else I could think of. I had no idea what I was looking for but with growing certainty I knew there were secrets hidden in her room; hidden from me and I wanted to know them.  The room was filled with the scent of Taylor; her essence permeated the air and my senses. I could imagine her standing beside me, smiling at me as I handled and felt every set of her panties. I rubbed her lingerie on my cheeks and caressed the crotch of them before I put them back in the drawer. I wondered how they would feel if her body was behind the thin material; how warm and soft would she be under my hands? The whole time I was in her room I visualized her naked, remembering how she looked when I pulled the blanket down. The longer I stayed in her room, the longer my cock grew. What it would be like to have sex with Taylor? She was still my innocent little girl but how would the young woman in her react if I could somehow get her hot and horny?

When I left her room I was trying to figure out how I could get her naked, aroused and willing to share some love with her father. For the rest of the day I had a sexual fever, caused by the idea of screwing my barely 18 year old girl. After school and the entire night before she went to bed, I could hardly talk to her. My breath got stuck in my throat every time I looked at her body. My prick would twitch with lust every time she came near. It was a lot easier on my conscience to think of her as Mona. I could fuck Mona until my balls fell off and not feel guilty or perverted.

That night I went to visit Mona one last time; I was going to say goodbye to her. The lust I felt for my daughter was getting too intense; I had to stop feeding my fantasies with Mona. I deleted all the pictures and videos of Mona from my computer then signed back on the website. Like an alcoholic, begging for one last drink, I needed to see Mona once more. I skipped a few videos and settled on number 28 for my farewell look. It started with Mona masturbating with a large dildo while telling me about her new roommate who would be home in a few minutes to help her reach an orgasm.  Just about the time she had the dildo about 8 inches up her pussy the roommate came in to help. I took one look at the new girl and leaped from my chair, my eyes stared, my heart skipped two beats and I collapsed to my knees in front of the computer as the chair crashed against the wall. I knew her. Her name was Sara.

Her real name.

Sara had been Taylor’s best friend since they started school.

I couldn’t breathe as I watched Sara get onto the bed with Mona and start to seduce her. My mind was stunned; I walked in a stupor from my computer to Taylor’s room where she was sleeping, this time on her side in a night gown. I pulled the blanket down, the gown up and looked at her back. Just under the band of her panties was a tramp stamp. The same one that I saw Mona get the night before.

I was motionless, rooted to the floor, staring at the tattoo on Taylor’s ass. She rolled over, coming awake and looked up and me and asked “Dad, what are you doing?”

My heart was hammering, my ears ringing, I felt dizzy. I could only mumble “Get up; I want you to see something.”

She looked puzzled, worried at my strange behavior; she got out of bed and asked again “What is it? Is something wrong?” I just turned and walked out of the room, Taylor followed me.

I led her to the computer and pointed to the monitor. Taylor took one look and folded like a rag doll against the desk. Her hands flew to cover her mouth as she stared at the two girls seducing each other. She looked up at me with huge terrified eyes and wailed “Please shut it off.”

I jerked the power cord out of the wall and turned to face my daughter Mona/Taylor. “What the hell is all that? How long have you been doing that? Are you in some kind of trouble? Who put you up to this; I’ll kill the fucking sonovabitch!!!”

Taylor shrank back and stared with horror at my outburst. She straightened up, put her hand on my arm and said “It’s not like that dad, it’s a job. Something Sara and I do for money.”

I reeled back two steps and looked down at her. “Those videos are of you. Are you telling me you do all that stuff just to make a few dollars?”

“It’s not just a few dollars daddy” she offered bleakly.

“How long has this been going on and why am I just now finding about this now? How many men have you fucked Taylor? How many dicks have you sucked on?”

She looked at the floor and uttered faintly “No more than Sara.”

The entire time she was standing in front of me I was looking at her, remembering what her body looked like as she performed for the camera. I was building an erection visualizing her in all those videos, remembering what she had been doing, how she looked as she posed and screwed. I was getting turned on for her as she haltingly tried to explain how she and Sara got into modeling for a porn studio.

She was trembling, fumbling for words when I finally I said “Taylor, stop, turn around and put your hands on the desk.” She looked at me, a question in her eyes but she turned so her back was to me then bent over and put her hands on the edge of the desk. My heart was hammering inside its cage, my cock straining for freedom when I lifted her gown, hooked her panties with my fingers and pulled them down to her ankles. As I stared at the tattoo once more she looked over her shoulder and asked “Are you going to beat me?”

“No, it’s too late for that.” I unbuttoned my pants, lowered my zipper and pulled my lust bloated prick out and rubbed the head of it across her tattoo. “Spread your legs you little whore, it’s my turn to fuck you.”

Her eyes opened wider when she felt my cock on her butt “Daddy, please don’t do this.”

“Why not? You’ve been fucking your way around the world, now you can try a little home style sex.” I put my cock between her legs, pulled it along her crack to smear some of my lube on her then lifted her off the floor by the hips and pushed my erection into her fast and deep. Taylor laid over the desk completely as I fucked her. At first she was tense, tight and rigid but the longer I stroked her pussy the looser she got. Her hips began to move with me as I thrust in and out. Her hands relaxed from fists to flat on the desk top and she began to moan softly as her body rippled against mine. Her cunt was warming up; I could feel it swelling with heat. I looked down at the tattoo and my cock pounding in and out of the pussy and felt relief that I had finally gotten to screw Mona.

My balls had built up a strong need for Mona and now that I was fucking Taylor they showed their appreciation by forcing me into an orgasm long before I wanted one. The head of my cock cramped tight and I began to fill my daughter with all the cum and passion I had been storing since I first found Mona.  Taylor felt me lose control and humped her ass to help me finish spraying the walls of her womb. When I was done I pulled my dick out of her, pulled up my pants and walked out, back to my room. I had just taken pleasure from my international slut daughter and I wasn’t sure how I should feel about it, or how she would feel about me.

Shortly after I went to bed Taylor came into the room and cautiously eased onto the bed beside me. She laid on her side facing me, her face full of worry and fear “I’m sorry daddy, I don’t know what to say.”

“You’re sorry? I found out on the internet that you are a fucking, sucking little whore and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know what else to say,” she repeated, “I can’t really explain what happened to me. And I’m not a whore.” She was looking at me, begging me with her big brown eyes to be my daughter again. If I had shocked her by bending her over the desk shoving my prick into her she didn’t show it.

Sleep wasn’t going to find me any time soon and my heart rate had returned almost to normal so I said “I saw those videos, you act like a careless bitch in heat, taking any stiff dick you can get. Tell me how this happened. Tell me what the hell is going on with you.” Taylor fluffed a pillow, rolled to her back and began her story.

It had started not long after her 17th birthday when Sara asked her to go with her to a modeling job. She was working with a photographer who was taking pictures and selling them to magazines and websites as background for advertisements. Sara told her that she got $110 dollars for two hours of posing. Taylor went with her and as soon as the photographer saw her, he offered her a job as a model too. Taylor got paid to have her picture taken. It was easy money.

The next time the girls went back to the studio, the photographer talked them into posing in underwear then nude for his camera. Taylor said it was exciting, posing naked in front of sets from different parts of the world. While the guy took their pictures she was fascinating about being in the places on the drops behind her.

“Weren’t you embarrassed?”

“Only for a few minutes, Sara was naked too and Mike, the photographer, had pictures of dozens of naked girls on the wall in his office. After we shot the pictures Mike brought out some contracts for us to sign. He also had a list of things we could do to earn money and how much he would pay for the stuff on the list. When we looked at it, Sara and I got real quiet. There was a lot of sex stuff. I told him we wouldn’t do any of that but he just smiled and asked why not.

“If you kiss someone you get paid. Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Well ya, but we never did any of the rest of this stuff.”

“Mike looked at Sara then me and said ‘Getting fucked is as easy as laying on your back. You two can make a lot of money if you let us take pictures of you with some guy. Its good money and I know you would learn to like it real fast.’

“Who is ‘us’? Sara asked him.

”“I’ve got a couple of friends who would like to meet you, can I bring them in?”

“Right now? We don’t have any clothes on.’

‘They won’t mind.” he said then called them in over an intercom.

“Two men came into the room, they were maybe over 25 and both were really good looking. Sara and I were still naked when these two came over and sat beside us. One introduced himself then asked if we were virgins. I told him I was. He put a hand on my leg and said he could pay me $500 dollars to let him have my virginity. The other guy said to Sara, ‘you can get that much too’.

“Neither of us wanted to do that so we told them we wanted to leave. Mike said fine, but before we went he wanted us to look at some videos. I said okay so he set up a projector and began to show us films of girls getting fucked. In every picture was one of the two guys sitting beside us. After a while the three of them left Sara and me alone so we could talk about what to do. We argued with ourselves for a few minutes then decided to let those guys take us to bed. $500 was a lot of money and those videos got us curious, we both wanted to try sex.

The five of us went to a different room decorated like a bedroom with two beds. At first we wanted privacy, neither of us wanted to have sex while the rest of them were in the room but Mike told us it would be better this way. He said that giving up our virginity together would be a special memory we could have as friends for the rest of our lives.

Finally we gave in and one guy took me to a bed then took all his clothes off. I was nervous and scared, especially when I saw his cock. It was huge. It was stiff, big and long and I knew he wouldn’t be able to fit it in me. The other guy looked almost the same; Sara looked like she wanted to cry.

He made me lay down then took a tube of KY jelly and asked me to smear some over his erection. The whole time he was telling me that he was only going to take my virginity, it would all be over in a few minutes. Mike was standing between the beds with a video camera filming us, which really made me nervous. This guy, his name is Al, handed me the jelly and laid down on his back. I was really scared. I squirted some on my hand then started to rub it on his hard-on. Even though it was the first time I ever touched a man I liked touching him there. It was hard and hot and filled my whole fist.

“I smeared him all over with the goop then he made me move around until I was in a position he wanted then put a hand between my legs and put some KY on my sex and spread it around. It felt good when he did. He laid over me and rubbed the head of his prick on my pussy making it more slippery. He asked me if I was ready then slowly pushed into me until it started to hurt.  Al stopped and said “take a deep breath” then shoved all the way in. It hurt like hell and I know I screamed out loud. I tried to get away from him but he held on to me while I got used to him inside, just then I heard Sara say “Oh shit that hurts.”

The hurt went away, not all the way but Al started fucking me and in a few minutes he pulled out and shot his stuff all over my belly. Mike was making videos of me and Sara the whole time; he kept saying ‘god, this is great.’ He put the camera between my legs and took pictures of the blood on my pussy, Al’s cock, and the cum all over my belly then asked me to tell the camera how it felt to lose my virginity. Then he took videos of Sara’s bloody cunt and the cum on her tits.”

I sat beside Taylor while she spilled her story. The entire time Taylor was talking to me, I was watching her. She was on her back, her tits standing firm under the thin material of her nightgown, the nipples crowning the rise of her breasts. I could see the form of her body clearly. Her chest flexed and moved as she breathed and talked and she kept moving her legs, shifting them once in a while which drew my eyes to the soft rise of her body covered by the trimmed pubic hair. The gown fitted the form of her sex where it curved between her thighs and while I was watching her, my prick was remembering how good it felt between those legs.

She wasn’t aware that I was staring at her as she continued. “We got $500 dollars cash for doing that. I don’t know what they did with the video, I never saw it. Maybe it’s on a different part of the internet.”

“That was the first time. When was that? How did you get from there to what I saw on the computer?”

“That was 7 months ago. Sara and I decided that what we did was not only a quick way to get money, but kind of fun so we went back and talked to Mike.”

“Didn’t he know how old you are?”

“He knew we were 17 but he said it was okay because of the age of consent.”

“How about the other girls I saw you with? How old are they”

“Kelly is 19, Meg 18 but Mila is 16. Mike said he won’t use girls under 16.

“We went back and those two guys fucked us again, this time it didn’t hurt and they used rubbers. For about a month that’s all we did. Sara and I learned a lot about sex from them. They taught us about seduction, different positions, oral sex, how to turn a guy on and fuck him. Even though we got paid every time we didn’t think of ourselves as hookers or whores or anything like that. We are models; we didn’t hang out in alleys and offer ourselves to the perverts of the world. We were getting paid to have fun and learn about sex. And it was fun, they were good teachers, the two of them traded me and Sara back and forth. Once I got fucked by four guys, as soon as one would finish the next would shove his cock into me and keep fucking; I had a string of strong orgasms. Sara was lying right beside me getting screwed the same way, I’ll never forget that. And Mike was always there with his cameras. After the second time it didn’t bother me. I ignored him completely.”

I was still in a state of shock and every word my daughter spit out only deepened my disbelief. How in hell was all this going on and I never had a clue? The words slut, whore, bitch, and prostitute kept running through my mind, but she wasn’t. She was Taylor, she was my baby girl. She went to school every day and made good grades. Taylor couldn’t be doing all this stuff but there she was, lying beside me on my bed in an almost transparent nightgown telling me things I could hardly imagine. I couldn’t readily accept that she was talking about herself.

It was late and I was exhausted. I finally told Taylor that I had to go to sleep; I had to think over everything she told me. She looked at me, eyes pleading, and asked if she could stay the night. “I need to be here tonight daddy; I have to feel like you don’t hate me or want to make me go away. Please can I stay here?”

“Suit yourself.” It didn’t seem to bother her that I was naked as she crawled under the blanket.

I slowly came awake again just as the morning sky was beginning to lighten. I felt Taylor’s arm draped over my body, she was lying against my back, her tits pressing on me. The entire night’s events and conversation flooded back and once again I couldn’t accept what had happened. I rolled to my back which allowed Taylor to relax her head on my shoulder. She snuggled closer to me and hooked her leg over my thigh as she slept. She put her arm over my stomach and rested her hand in my pubic hair.

I was still and quiet, trying to absorb the fact that my high school daughter was a porn star. As I lay there I felt a stirring in my balls again.  I reached under the blanket and moved Taylor’s hand a little lower until it covered my cock and balls. She flexed her fingers slightly then moved her hand further until she was holding my nuts. My heart was picking up speed and my gut was beginning to swirl with the rush of hormones caused by her hand. My prick began to swell longer and rounder. In moments I had a fully engorged erection which Taylor was beginning to pump slowly. I turned my head to look into her sleepy brown eyes. “Good morning.” She said.

“Take your gown off.”

She sat up and pulled it off her body then threw a leg over mine, laid on me and rested her head on my chest. She spread her legs to let my erection come up between her thighs, against the crack of her body. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes then reached between us to guide my cock into her. At 6:14 in the morning my daughter started fucking me. I was beginning to appreciate the fact that Taylor was a porn queen. She was getting more turned on as she humped her pussy on me, I reached for her nipples and twisted them easily then pulled one to my mouth. I covered the end of her tit with my mouth, licking the silky skin of her breast. I looked up at her, into her half shut eyes and said “You’re a beautiful little bitch; fuck me Mona, just like the little cock loving slut I see in your stories.”

She opened her eyes, looked down into mine and said. “I’ll be your Mona, I want to be a slut for you.” She bucked hard, sucked in a lungful of air and began to moan, her body shuttered hard enough I felt it in my balls then she cried lowly and collapsed beside me on the bed.

I slid higher on the bed and turned Taylor’s head toward me. I pressed the end of my cock against her cheek. She smiled then parted her lips and pulled my swollen muscle into her mouth. She licked the bottom of my prick as it slid over her teeth. She bit down on me then reached for her beginnings; she cupped my balls, sucked my cock then held my ass as I came in her mouth. It was a Wednesday morning so we both had to get ready for school and work. To save time we took a shower together. We didn’t fuck but we did both get turned on again.

After thinking all day about what we had done, I was starting to doubt what I did was okay. I wasn’t sure how Taylor was going to feel about me. She was late coming home and I got worried, maybe she was avoiding me. As I was wondering Taylor burst through the door and greeted me with a big “Hi” and a hug.

She dug into a small shopping bag while saying “I got us something. This is just for you and me.” She pulled out a set of sheer red lace panties, the name Mona shaped as a crescent over the crotch. She said “I love you daddy” then pressed the panties to my lips and whispered “I want to wear these tonight.”

From then on Taylor only used her room to store her clothes. She started sleeping with me and we fucked almost every night. She told me that when she was working she got a lot of sex but never got very excited because they were always moving and posing for the camera. The men usually finished but she didn’t so when she got home, she was ready for good sex.  She was glad she could come home and I could give her the orgasms. I asked if we needed to worry about pregnancy but she said no, Mike knew a doctor that gave all the girls birth control.

She only went to the studio a couple times a week and when she got home she would tell me what she did, sometimes she would demonstrate. “I got fucked by two black guys” she told me one night. “One was stuffing my pussy while I sucked on the other, then they switched.” As Taylor described to me how she sucked and fucked two massive black cocks at the same time, I screwed her ass. Just as she was describing how it felt when one was in her butt while his partner filled her pussy I erupted with one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever experienced with a woman. My daughter fulfilled many of my fantasies, in bed she was a slut, she was Mona the teen sex queen.

My 39th birthday came ten Saturdays after Taylor started sleeping with me. She had been at her job most of the day and when she came home we celebrated my birthday with cake and ice-cream. After the ice-cream was gone she came over, sat on my lap and asked me coyly what I wanted for my birthday. I suggested some bondage and a blowjob but she stood and said “I have something better. Go to bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She pressed against the bulge in my pants and kissed me quickly; my cock started to grow in anticipation of sliding into her tender young cunt again.

I was lying nude on the bed when she opened the door and stepped in; she was naked except for a garland around her waist that said ‘Happy’. I was about to ask where the other word was when Sara stepped in and stood beside Taylor with ‘Birthday’ around her nude body. Sara is taller and more slender than Taylor. She has light blond hair streaked with red and brown highlights and medium blue eyes. She looked like Uma Thurman from Kill Bill standing beside Taylor smiling at me. My cock smelled a new pussy and swelled even harder.  It began to ache from being stretched out of shape at the sight of the two naked girls walking toward the bed.

“I asked Sara to help us celebrate your birthday.” Taylor said as she climbed onto the bed.

Sara went to the other side and got up beside me, said “I hope you don’t mind” bent over my lap and put the end of my erection between her lips.

I damn near blew my nuts right then. Sara started blowing my dick while Taylor reached between my legs and gripped my balls, she was squeezing them while she kissed my chest and neck. Those two girls began a long slow seduction of me. They took turns sucking my cock. Taylor was swinging on my dick when I told Sara to sit over my face.  When she did I put my mouth on the sweetest tasting set of pussy lips I had ever encountered except for Taylor.  She was hot and flowing with fuck juice which I licked up as it seeped from her. I managed to get Taylor off my erection and threw Sara off me and onto her back. I split her thighs and shoved my rock hard bone into her. Sara took off on a flight of sexual pleasure while I thrust into her; she was rolling her hips with me as I hammered her sex. Taylor put her hands on my pumping cock then whispered in my ear, “Sara is as much of a cock-sucking sex loving bitch as Mona and she has been waiting to fuck you.”

Taylor’s voice in my ear and Sara smiling into my eyes set me off. The end of my cock felt like it was in a shredder, being torn apart as I gushed sperm into the hot, limber blond under me. As our bodies waged war against each other, Sara reached her peak.  Her climax slammed into mine and we both won the sexual battle.

Sara stopped by for visits often after that. She would screw me then go home or on weekends she would spend the night with me and my daughter.

After years of occasional sex as a single parent I wasn’t used to the high level of sexual activity. First it was just Taylor then Sara joined the party. Gradually my body and stamina caught up with them and for the first time since I was a lot younger, I was getting fucked almost every night, sometimes twice if both girls were working on me. All the physical activity was shaping me up again. I went from a 36 inch waist to a 34 as I shed extra pounds.  The exercise of so much sex toned my body and muscles until I was firm and trim. The first few times I screwed Taylor I didn’t last longer than 4 or 5minutes. Now I was keeping it up long enough to drive both girls into good strong orgasms. As for their part, Taylor and Sara claimed that I could satisfy them completely after a long day of performing for the cameras. One night Taylor was stroking my cock while Sara had her lips on my ear. “Dad, we have something we want you to do with us.”

Since I’d already done almost everything I could think of with them, what else was there? “What do you two girls have in mind this time?”

Sara answered, “Well, this time we are going to fuck you and you are going to enjoy it. What we want is next time.”

“So tell me you delightful little sluts, what do you want?”

Taylor squeezed my erection “What we want is for you to come to the studio and meet Mike.”

“Why would I want to meet him?”

“Because we want you in some of our videos, we think it would be hot.”

“If you come down I will do this.” Sara leaned over and began to deep throat my hard-on. She kissed, licked, sucked and stroked me until I my balls were howling in pain for release. I put my hands on her head and shoved my lust deep into her. The first blow went down her throat then she pulled up and began to suck cum from my body as if she were drinking root beer through a straw. Taylor lay beside us and watched her best friend suck my balls dry.

I wasn’t impressed with Mike. He was a thin little geek looking character that talked a lot about the quality of his cameras and recording studio. Once we got past the introductions he stated flat out that he had heard about me from the girls and he wanted me to audition with them. He said that finding someone my age that could please a teenage girl was rare and throwing in a little father/daughter incest would make the videos hotter and more profitable. He thought I might look good on camera but he wanted a screen test, the first thing he wanted to see was my erection.

Sara took charge of turning me on. She unhooked my pants, shoved them to the floor then pulled my cock out and began to work it over with her fingers. I was embarrassed as hell but I was reacting to her hands. My cock grew firm and long. When it was full strength, she went to her knees and sucked it into her throat. As Mike was watching her perform, I could see his mind working, framing the picture in his mind for a video shoot.

Taylor unbuttoned my shirt to give Mike a view of my chest and stomach as Sara worked on me until I couldn’t hold out any more.  When she felt my balls begin to constrict Sara moved off me then let Taylor stroke my hard-on until I blasted a full load of cum into the air. The power of my ejaculation left blotches of wet sticky goo several feet in front of me on the floor.

Mike looked at the mess, my cock, then asked me if I could fuck the girls while the camera was running, or if there were other men watching. I told him I could certainly try; then he asked me if I could fuck other girls, not just these two. That made my cock twitch as I thought about some of the girls I had seen on his website. I knew without a doubt I could screw any of them.

Two days later I had my screen test. Taylor had a monthly problem so she just stood to the side and made suggestions on positions and camera angles while I screwed Sara. Mike recorded it all. After filling Sara’s butt with cum we all sat down to watch the movie. Mike kept telling me that I was a natural for the camera, he wanted to sign me up. I got turned on again watching myself ass fuck the slender young blonde girl on the monitor.

I told him I wanted to see the video of my daughter losing her virginity and that I wanted to take a virgin myself if another one came to the studio. He gave us a disk with the videos and promised me the next virgin that came to him. Taylor, Sara and I spent that night in my bed watching their first fuck.

Over the next couple of weeks I fucked the girls several times in front of a camera. Mike liked it when they would have real orgasms instead of faking them. He said the camera could tell the difference. The third week Mike told me that he needed me to move on. Mona and Sara couldn’t keep fucking the same guy or it would ruin the international sex theme they had going, I asked him what he wanted me to do. He called out a name and another girl came into the room wearing just a short robe. She was smaller than Taylor, about 5 foot nothing, pixie cute with short raven black hair and startling cobalt eyes. I got a hint of a playboy body under the robe.

Mike introduced me to her then asked her if she was sure she was ready to give up her childhood. She blushed deep red, looked at me and said quietly, “I’ve never done this before, will it hurt?” The camera was already running.

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