The Porn Star
It’s no secret that I’ve raised Bitty to enjoy sex first and foremost, but also to enjoy pleasing others. That’s the key to good sex, in my opinion. During her training, I’ve exposed her to dozens of horny perverts who jacked off to her, and let dozens more both use her as a cum dumpster, and fuck her until everyone had busted their nuts inside her at least twice. All of this was in service of her desire to be a porn star. I wanted her to be comfortable in all sorts of situations before things became more “professional.”
A friend had alerted me to a local man who ran a portrait studio. In fact, he shot all the studen t pictures for the sch00l yearbook. My friend assured me that the man was not only sympathetic to our interests, but was something of a porn fiend himself.
I called him on the phone to arrange a session, and we danced around a while before establishing what I really wanted: a portfolio of my daughter going from fully dressed, stripping down to bare-ass nudes, and beyond. We settled on a “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” protocol to settle any issues of entrapment. Yes, we were still cautious.
We arrived at the studio and were greeted by a giant black man at the door. Bitty had had sex with black men before, so that wasn’t an issue. It was his size: we both guessed that he would dwarf my nine-inch cock, the largest she had ever taken.
I booted up my laptop, opened an encrypted folder, and showed him photos I had taken of my daughter. Most of them were partial or fully nude, nothing too dramatic, and then, a full shot of her face looking directly into the camera, mouth open, and the head of my dick poised on her sweet lips.
“Oh my,” he said.
“You like that?” Bitty asked.
“Yes, young lady, I surely do.”
“Would you like to do that with me?”
“Yes, I surely would.”
“That’s settled then,” I said, and closed the laptop. Then the photographer, who went by the name of Dean, showed us some of his work. I was very impressed. Imagine the finest photography of any men’s magazine you care to name, and his work equalled it. Except that instead of grown women getting fucked in all positions, perfectly lit and in sharp focus, there was a parade of beautiful y0ung g!rls of all ages. Smiling at the camera, thighs spread, and rock hard cocks inserted in their wet pussies and asses. G!rls sucking cocks of all colors and sizes, and of course, amazing cum shots. Then he showed us an artistic shot of a g!rl in profile, her eye turned toward the camera. Draped across her face was an enormous black cock that had to be at least 11 inches long. My cock was already stirring in my pants, but now it cried out for attention.
“Oh my,” I said.
“You like that?” Dean asked.
“That’s you?” Bitty asked.
“Yes, l!ttle m!ss, it is.”
She was silent for a while, then said, “I can’t wait to see it!”
The photo session was innocent at first. Bitty had selected a number of outfits to wear, from her favorite bathing suit to pretty dresses, to casual wear, and something more stimulating: her lingerie and a black strap dominatrix outfit that really got my cock raging hard.
While shooting the bikini shots, Bitty told Dean about an encounter we’d had on the beach. I noticed a man with a large wicker basket with a hole cut in it. I realized he had a camera in the basket, and was carefully taking photos of all the sweet g!rls with it. The beach was a pervert’s paradise.
We had just arrived and were still in our casual street clothes. I suggested that Bitty strip down and immediately I noticed the voyeur focusing his attention on her. Oh, we wasn’t leering at her and drooling; he was a cool customer, keeping the bag aimed in the right direction while pretending to study the village in the distance.
First Bitty removed her oversized T-shirt, revealing her long, lean body and her tight abs. Her bikini was underneath. She reached behind her and undid the top and let it fall away. I could see the voyeur react, nearly dropping the bag. This was his lucky day! Bitty stretched in the sun, the nipples on her flat chest perfectly outlined by the tan lines of her swim suit. Then she worked the bottoms off, smiled up at me, and walked to the surf, right past the voyeur.
He seemed stunned, then recovered. He quickly headed for the shadows and relative privacy beneath the pier, where he reached into his pants and began working his aching cock.
“What you doing, mister?” a tiny voice said behind him.
He whirled around to see Bitty watching him.
“Oh, nothing. Just fixing my suit.” He made a big show of getting his clothes in order.
Bitty brushed past him, sat on a huge timber bracing the pier’s posts, and spread her legs.
“I saw what you were doing,” she said. “Is this what you really want?”
He stammered, eyes fixed on her precious, hairless mound.
“It’s okay. My daddy won’t mind. In fact, it’ll turn him on,” she said, spreading her pussy lips so he could see inside the sweet, moist pink hole. “But you better hurry!”
In a flash, the voyeur had his sports shorts down and was working his throbbing erection into my daughter. She took him with ease and he began pumping himself into her, his balls slapping against her bare ass.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” he began moaning. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out the camera. He switched it to 4k video and began shooting, tilting from his meat filling her hole up to her pretty face.
She matched him in intensity, growling, “Fuck me, mister! Give me your cock! I may only be n!ne year s old, but I know how to fuck!”
The camera caught what happened next: he pulled that sausage of a cock out of her tight snatch and began hosing her down with his seed. He shot creamy ropes that splashed her face and rained down on her sweet tits and firm belly. It was a world class cumshot. When he was done, he lingered on the pearly cream standing out against her sun tan, as she giggled her appreciation.
Later, I insisted on getting a copy of everything he’d shot. We watched it together and seeing him come so hot and passionate really worked me up. “You know,” I said, “I’d really love to see you do that on her face.”
He looked at me, amazed.
“Really. It’s so hot to watch guys like you use her for your fun,” I said, taking out my laptop and showing him some highlights from her bukkake session in the adult bookstore.
“Holy fuck!” is all he said, while Bitty’s tiny hand snuck up the leg hole of his shorts and cupped his balls.
After telling Dean all this, I explained why: I had invited him over to take part in the fun. It also had the added effect of getting Dean worked up. We put aside the softcore part of the session and went straight for the hardcore. Bitty put on her dominatrix outfit and returned to the set.
Dean had several cameras in various locations around the set, some of them on boom arms that he could reach out and adjust as needed.
Bitty and Dean rubbed each other down with baby oil. Then it was time for his shorts to come off, and he didn’t disappoint. His cock was at least 11 inches, nicely stiff for such a huge thing, and cut with a big head. Bitty played with it for a while before stuffing the head into her mouth. Admittedly, she couldn’t get much of it in there, but just the sight of a n!ne y ear old licking and sucking such a huge cock was amazing.
When it came to sex, he managed to get a few inches into her. I have to say, the photos of her impaled on the tip of that gorgeous dick are my favorites. In most of them, he’s standing and holding her tiny body against his, working the tip of his meat into her. The expression of pure joy on her face is one thing, but the look on his, rapt pleasure beyond belief, really turned me on. I love to see guys enjoying her!
For his climax, Dean had her lay back on a bed, legs up, and laid his erection against her pussy, trapped between her thighs. He began humping against her, slow at first, but with increasing intensity. I checked the cameras to make sure we had coverage: 4 cameras aimed at his amazing dick, two shooting in slow motion.
“I love to see the cream shoot out of my dick in slow motion,” he said.
“I can’t wait to see it,” I replied, a cumshot freak.
All the while, Bitty was talking to him, telling him how beautiful he was and thanking him for letting her experience his wonderful cock. And then he popped. An eruption of cream that flooded her belly. His cock pistoned hard between her thighs, glistening with a combination of the baby oil, her wetness, and his cream. On each thrust, another splash of thick cream, exploding from that rock-hard shaft. It was a thing of beauty!
While she cleaned up, I got a phone call from the Voyeur, who was named Richard. He had arrived outside the studio, and I went downstairs to let him in. I made the introductions. He seemed a little nervous, but when he saw some of Dean’s video of Bitty in action, he switched into another mode: horny mode. It was time for some cock action.
Bitty returned in her bikini, a nod to our history with Richard. When we were set up, Bitty got on her knees between Richard and I. We were both half-hard, but Bitty worked us up soon enough.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“Yeah,” Richard said as Bitty nibbled on his head, “haven’t touched myself all week. I’m about to go crazy!”
“Good. That’s what I want to see.”
“On her face?” We both looked down at her, happily playing with our cocks.
“Yeah, every drop. Every fucking drop.”
“I’m your cum dumpster,” she said, cupping our hard balls. “I want it. Give it to me!”
We were both so worked up that it didn’t take long. Dean gave the cameras one last check and announced, “We’re good to go!”
What I was hoping for was to perfectly time our orgasms so we were both shooting at the exact same time. Richard got there and paused for me to catch up. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he cried out as the heat built up in the tip of his cock.
“Shoot it!” Bitty cried out and was reward with two smaller, introductory spurts.
“Yeah, go, go, go!” My cock was primed and ready, and we both fired off huge ropes. We shot past her head with such force that we missed her entirely. My volley hit Richard on the stomach and clung there in his belly hair, creamy and white, while his hit my stroking hand, covering it. We both adjusted our aim and started painting stripes on my daughter’s face. We glued her eyes shut, when she opened her mouth, we filled it. She spat out the jizz and it spilled down her chin onto her tits. Our cream clung to her hair, eyebrows, and eye lashes. It was gloriously wet and messy!
Afterward, I got the pics and vids from Dean and selected several which did not show Bitty’s face, and posted them on the Dark Web. The response was immediate and very enthusiastic. Guys were posting cock- and cum-tributes to Bitty. They were posting comments about how she was the hottest thing to come along since, well, forever. Bitty snuggled on my lap in front of the computer as we looked at them all.
“Well, Bitty,” I said with a squeeze, “NOW you’re a porn star!”
A friend had alerted me to a local man who ran a portrait studio. In fact, he shot all the studen t pictures for the sch00l yearbook. My friend assured me that the man was not only sympathetic to our interests, but was something of a porn fiend himself.
I called him on the phone to arrange a session, and we danced around a while before establishing what I really wanted: a portfolio of my daughter going from fully dressed, stripping down to bare-ass nudes, and beyond. We settled on a “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” protocol to settle any issues of entrapment. Yes, we were still cautious.
We arrived at the studio and were greeted by a giant black man at the door. Bitty had had sex with black men before, so that wasn’t an issue. It was his size: we both guessed that he would dwarf my nine-inch cock, the largest she had ever taken.
I booted up my laptop, opened an encrypted folder, and showed him photos I had taken of my daughter. Most of them were partial or fully nude, nothing too dramatic, and then, a full shot of her face looking directly into the camera, mouth open, and the head of my dick poised on her sweet lips.
“Oh my,” he said.
“You like that?” Bitty asked.
“Yes, young lady, I surely do.”
“Would you like to do that with me?”
“Yes, I surely would.”
“That’s settled then,” I said, and closed the laptop. Then the photographer, who went by the name of Dean, showed us some of his work. I was very impressed. Imagine the finest photography of any men’s magazine you care to name, and his work equalled it. Except that instead of grown women getting fucked in all positions, perfectly lit and in sharp focus, there was a parade of beautiful y0ung g!rls of all ages. Smiling at the camera, thighs spread, and rock hard cocks inserted in their wet pussies and asses. G!rls sucking cocks of all colors and sizes, and of course, amazing cum shots. Then he showed us an artistic shot of a g!rl in profile, her eye turned toward the camera. Draped across her face was an enormous black cock that had to be at least 11 inches long. My cock was already stirring in my pants, but now it cried out for attention.
“Oh my,” I said.
“You like that?” Dean asked.
“That’s you?” Bitty asked.
“Yes, l!ttle m!ss, it is.”
She was silent for a while, then said, “I can’t wait to see it!”
The photo session was innocent at first. Bitty had selected a number of outfits to wear, from her favorite bathing suit to pretty dresses, to casual wear, and something more stimulating: her lingerie and a black strap dominatrix outfit that really got my cock raging hard.
While shooting the bikini shots, Bitty told Dean about an encounter we’d had on the beach. I noticed a man with a large wicker basket with a hole cut in it. I realized he had a camera in the basket, and was carefully taking photos of all the sweet g!rls with it. The beach was a pervert’s paradise.
We had just arrived and were still in our casual street clothes. I suggested that Bitty strip down and immediately I noticed the voyeur focusing his attention on her. Oh, we wasn’t leering at her and drooling; he was a cool customer, keeping the bag aimed in the right direction while pretending to study the village in the distance.
First Bitty removed her oversized T-shirt, revealing her long, lean body and her tight abs. Her bikini was underneath. She reached behind her and undid the top and let it fall away. I could see the voyeur react, nearly dropping the bag. This was his lucky day! Bitty stretched in the sun, the nipples on her flat chest perfectly outlined by the tan lines of her swim suit. Then she worked the bottoms off, smiled up at me, and walked to the surf, right past the voyeur.
He seemed stunned, then recovered. He quickly headed for the shadows and relative privacy beneath the pier, where he reached into his pants and began working his aching cock.
“What you doing, mister?” a tiny voice said behind him.
He whirled around to see Bitty watching him.
“Oh, nothing. Just fixing my suit.” He made a big show of getting his clothes in order.
Bitty brushed past him, sat on a huge timber bracing the pier’s posts, and spread her legs.
“I saw what you were doing,” she said. “Is this what you really want?”
He stammered, eyes fixed on her precious, hairless mound.
“It’s okay. My daddy won’t mind. In fact, it’ll turn him on,” she said, spreading her pussy lips so he could see inside the sweet, moist pink hole. “But you better hurry!”
In a flash, the voyeur had his sports shorts down and was working his throbbing erection into my daughter. She took him with ease and he began pumping himself into her, his balls slapping against her bare ass.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” he began moaning. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out the camera. He switched it to 4k video and began shooting, tilting from his meat filling her hole up to her pretty face.
She matched him in intensity, growling, “Fuck me, mister! Give me your cock! I may only be n!ne year s old, but I know how to fuck!”
The camera caught what happened next: he pulled that sausage of a cock out of her tight snatch and began hosing her down with his seed. He shot creamy ropes that splashed her face and rained down on her sweet tits and firm belly. It was a world class cumshot. When he was done, he lingered on the pearly cream standing out against her sun tan, as she giggled her appreciation.
Later, I insisted on getting a copy of everything he’d shot. We watched it together and seeing him come so hot and passionate really worked me up. “You know,” I said, “I’d really love to see you do that on her face.”
He looked at me, amazed.
“Really. It’s so hot to watch guys like you use her for your fun,” I said, taking out my laptop and showing him some highlights from her bukkake session in the adult bookstore.
“Holy fuck!” is all he said, while Bitty’s tiny hand snuck up the leg hole of his shorts and cupped his balls.
After telling Dean all this, I explained why: I had invited him over to take part in the fun. It also had the added effect of getting Dean worked up. We put aside the softcore part of the session and went straight for the hardcore. Bitty put on her dominatrix outfit and returned to the set.
Dean had several cameras in various locations around the set, some of them on boom arms that he could reach out and adjust as needed.
Bitty and Dean rubbed each other down with baby oil. Then it was time for his shorts to come off, and he didn’t disappoint. His cock was at least 11 inches, nicely stiff for such a huge thing, and cut with a big head. Bitty played with it for a while before stuffing the head into her mouth. Admittedly, she couldn’t get much of it in there, but just the sight of a n!ne y ear old licking and sucking such a huge cock was amazing.
When it came to sex, he managed to get a few inches into her. I have to say, the photos of her impaled on the tip of that gorgeous dick are my favorites. In most of them, he’s standing and holding her tiny body against his, working the tip of his meat into her. The expression of pure joy on her face is one thing, but the look on his, rapt pleasure beyond belief, really turned me on. I love to see guys enjoying her!
For his climax, Dean had her lay back on a bed, legs up, and laid his erection against her pussy, trapped between her thighs. He began humping against her, slow at first, but with increasing intensity. I checked the cameras to make sure we had coverage: 4 cameras aimed at his amazing dick, two shooting in slow motion.
“I love to see the cream shoot out of my dick in slow motion,” he said.
“I can’t wait to see it,” I replied, a cumshot freak.
All the while, Bitty was talking to him, telling him how beautiful he was and thanking him for letting her experience his wonderful cock. And then he popped. An eruption of cream that flooded her belly. His cock pistoned hard between her thighs, glistening with a combination of the baby oil, her wetness, and his cream. On each thrust, another splash of thick cream, exploding from that rock-hard shaft. It was a thing of beauty!
While she cleaned up, I got a phone call from the Voyeur, who was named Richard. He had arrived outside the studio, and I went downstairs to let him in. I made the introductions. He seemed a little nervous, but when he saw some of Dean’s video of Bitty in action, he switched into another mode: horny mode. It was time for some cock action.
Bitty returned in her bikini, a nod to our history with Richard. When we were set up, Bitty got on her knees between Richard and I. We were both half-hard, but Bitty worked us up soon enough.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“Yeah,” Richard said as Bitty nibbled on his head, “haven’t touched myself all week. I’m about to go crazy!”
“Good. That’s what I want to see.”
“On her face?” We both looked down at her, happily playing with our cocks.
“Yeah, every drop. Every fucking drop.”
“I’m your cum dumpster,” she said, cupping our hard balls. “I want it. Give it to me!”
We were both so worked up that it didn’t take long. Dean gave the cameras one last check and announced, “We’re good to go!”
What I was hoping for was to perfectly time our orgasms so we were both shooting at the exact same time. Richard got there and paused for me to catch up. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he cried out as the heat built up in the tip of his cock.
“Shoot it!” Bitty cried out and was reward with two smaller, introductory spurts.
“Yeah, go, go, go!” My cock was primed and ready, and we both fired off huge ropes. We shot past her head with such force that we missed her entirely. My volley hit Richard on the stomach and clung there in his belly hair, creamy and white, while his hit my stroking hand, covering it. We both adjusted our aim and started painting stripes on my daughter’s face. We glued her eyes shut, when she opened her mouth, we filled it. She spat out the jizz and it spilled down her chin onto her tits. Our cream clung to her hair, eyebrows, and eye lashes. It was gloriously wet and messy!
Afterward, I got the pics and vids from Dean and selected several which did not show Bitty’s face, and posted them on the Dark Web. The response was immediate and very enthusiastic. Guys were posting cock- and cum-tributes to Bitty. They were posting comments about how she was the hottest thing to come along since, well, forever. Bitty snuggled on my lap in front of the computer as we looked at them all.
“Well, Bitty,” I said with a squeeze, “NOW you’re a porn star!”
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