Everyone love’s porn, Including me.
Ever since I was a curious little girl I watched porn. So fascinated with the way those women were so open about their sexuality. My mother always told me to stay “pure” She would say “A man isn’t going to want you if you’re all used up.” But what she didn’t know is that I had a desire. Deep down inside of me. That even her hateful words couldn’t keep me from. Despite what mother said, I was going to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted. And if I recorded it well, what’s the big deal?
I was always very popular with the boys. They flocked to me like they had never seen a girl before. So it was easy for me to become addicted to sex. I could have anyone I wanted.
I knew I wanted to make porn after I dated this guy in highschool. He fucked like he had been in porn. And I wanted to record, keep, and share it. So I talked him into it one night. I came in his bedroom in my highschool cheerleading uniform. Horny, and excited. He held the camera himself. Putting close ups when he would grab on my tits and rub my pussy. He pushed my head down towards his throbbing cock. My cute blonde pigtails, swaying back and forth as I deepthroated his cock. He liked it so much that it turned into a facial abuse porn. Slamming my face against his pelvic bone. Actually busting my lip. Gagging with every breath. But I loved it.
I loved having my face fucked like I was just a useless slut.
And I loved that we were making a porn of it. He shoves me into his cock, harder than he had before. Then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Tell me you want my cum you dumb blonde bitch!” He screamed at me. I was begging for his cum. I wanted it, every last drop. He shot his huge load on my face. He zoomed in on the camera so you could see all the cum dripping off my nose and cheeks. “You like being a little porn slut Blair?” He asked me, still so forceful. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be” I responded with a smile. He smacked my face so hard it made me look the complete other direction. It stung so bad. My lip was busted, My face felt like it was on fire. And you know what I did?
I thanked him. Because he was the reason I love making porn today. So you can thank him. And me, for dealing with you 😉
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