Amy, my step-daughter announces she is going to be a porn star. The reader should read the previous chapters for this to make sense. All events are fictional, and all participants are of legal age. All rights reserved by the author. Please vote, and I welcome all comments.
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After our mΓ©nage-a-trois, Amy borrowed Cynthia's DVD's of her and Carol and took them home. Each of us returned to our normal lives for several days, which included Amy doing her maid duty for each of us, albeit without any naughty follow-ups. After that wild evening with Cindy and Amy, I knew I needed a couple of days for recovery. Amy, still being a youngster, relatively speaking, however, related to me later that by noon of the following day, she was horny as hell. So, she ended up starting to watch some of the DVDs of her mom and Cindy's porn videos. As Amy explained it to me, she was driving one of her new toys into her own cunt within minutes of seeing her mom fucking on screen.
We had been chatting for a while after she had cleaned my flat when these revelations came out. Apparently, Amy had been on a marathon masturbation journey, as she watched her mother's porn films. It hadn't taken her very long in describing her lust filled hours of the past several days before she had me horny and hard. That was obviously her intent, because as soon as my cock tented in my slacks, Amy had pulled my pants off and encircled my hard cock with her delightful lips. It wasn't very long before my cock was unleashing rivulets of cum into her throat.
After I recovered from her excellent blowjob after cleaning my flat, and as we were relaxing on my couch she announced, "I want to become a porn actress."
Even though I wasn't completely surprised by her salacious desire, I'm sure my jaw dropped. Seeing my reaction, she quickly followed up with justification. "Look," she said. "I love sex. I need a job. It pays pretty good. All my sex partners will be clean, and Cindy can help me get started. And, there's no way Mom could disapprove. Not after I got done watching some of her DVDs. My pussy hasn't stopped creaming since I started watching them two days ago. I've been pretty much on a mom-porn immersion since then."
"Really," was about all I could get out before I had to gulp down the lump in my throat. Several seconds later, I was able to add, "Obviously, I cannot be judgmental on your decision to do this. I would only caution you to think carefully about all of the ramifications of such a decision. I know you are smart enough to realize that once a film with you as a porn star is produced and published, you will never be able to stuff that genie back in the proverbial bottle. Think about how a future life partner of yours might react to such a history."
"It didn't seem to bother you at all with mom," she retorted.
With that I had to laugh, as she was right of course. "TouchΓ©'," I retorted. "But, the love of your life may not be so forgiving."
"Well, the way I figure it," she said, "is that if he or she doesn't approve, I'm not sure they're suitable as the love of my life. It is certainly obvious that I love sex. I'm turning into a real slut, and it doesn't bother me in the least. Mom was clearly capable of accepting herself as a person, and was able to do porn. And it is very apparent in her videos that she really enjoyed being the porn star. And, from what you and Cindy have told me, she clearly loved sex; she wasn't being a porn star just to do her job."
I had to nod in agreement with Amy, as she had certainly internalized and accepted her mother's past. As I continued to try to wrap my mind around what Amy had just shared, she added, "By the way, I have done some research, and I think I have found a semi-safe way to start."
'Yeah, right!' I thought. "How's that?" I asked.
"Well, I have been researching various ways to get into the porn business, and I think I've found an outfit that shoots special videos for private clients, and not for the public. They've offered me $5000 to come over and do a test shoot. I asked Cindy to check them out, which she did. As best she could determine, they are legit. She's doing some more research, but it looks like a good option for starting."
Since both Cindy and I had a significant understanding of the way the business worked, I knew that while there were bad players in the business, for the most part, the business was fairly safe for the performers. I nodded my head in agreement, having quickly concluded that I had no choice but to allow her to proceed with her desires. As soon as she recognized that she had my approval, she jumped in my lap and gave me a big hug, and a kiss not intended for fathers and daughters. I would have thought she was done with surprises for me, but that was not the case.
"I love you," she said. "Oh, and by the way, Cindy and I are heading to Los Angeles this evening for an interview with the company that does the filming."
While my mind reacted to the suddenness of the move, I had to recognize her intelligent approach of taking Cindy with her. What I didn't understand was why Cindy would agree, because she had promised me the previous day that she and I were going to party later that same night. I didn't know whether I should feel jealous, angry, confused or what.
Amy's next surprise relieved me of all my concerns. "And, by the way, since Cindy had promised to get together with you tonight, she and I convinced Julie to entertain you tonight. She has agreed to be your slut slave for the evening. She is expecting you at our place about 8PM." As she was speaking, Amy reached in her handbag and pulled out her key. Handing it to me, she added, "Go ahead and let yourself in. She will be waiting for you. Oh, and she requests that if you have one of those blue pills to take it please. She want to be totally and royally fucked tonight."
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Two hours later, I kissed Amy and Cindy good-bye, and spent the rest of the afternoon, contemplating just how far Julie was willing to go as a slut slave. I spent the afternoon contemplating various ways of finding out just how far I could go with her. My mind conjured up many raunchy and depraved scenarios, with all of them encompassing some form of physical or mental control of her by me. Remembering all of the sex toys and bondage gear in her closet, my imagination got quite bizarre. My cock hardened the most as I contemplated having her straddling the Sybian, its dildo pumping inside of her with her wrists tied well over her head. I had watched many online videos of scenes like that and they had always gotten me very horny. By 7:30PM, I had showered, eaten supper, and taken my pill. I dressed minimally, knowing the clothes would be off shortly after I entered the apartment. I wore just slacks, a shirt, and a pair of sandals.
I arrived at their apartment a few minutes after 8, and let myself in, anticipating finding her in the living room wearing some sexy lingerie. She was not in the living room, so I headed towards the bedroom before I recognized that there was another one of her envelopes on the coffee table, propped up, so that I would see it. Next to the envelope was a tray piled high with pre-rolled joints. I picked up the envelope and pulled out the printed note.