DADDY PORN

DADDY PORN

I remember that first “daddy” video like it was yesterday. I remember the make-up girl fussing over me, getting my hair just right, putting my lipstick on, just a little bit of eye shadow, nothing garish or too adult. She knew she didn’t need to do much – I had just turned 18, but I could have easily passed for 14, and I had never needed much in the way of makeup. The short, blond hair, the pigtails, the braces, the hint of freckles, the big, star-struck blue eyes – they all worked together to make me look the part I was about to play. I looked like a teenage Amy Adams, with a southern accent.

My name is Traci. I had run away from my home in Mississippi a few months before, and hitched my way to California. That trip was a story in and of itself, as were my first few weeks in Los Angeles, but this probably isn’t the time and place to tell you that part of it. Suffice it to say that I got a quick education about life on the road, and then another one about life on the street. But I’m a quick learner, and I’m a survivor. I had to be.

Anyway, it didn’t take more than a few weeks for me to find myself knocking on the door of Marcy Rhodes, one of the top female porn producers in the San Fernando Valley. I figured porn was my best shot at making a living, since I already knew I had some skills that I could put to good use, and I’d done some acting in high school stage productions. I thought to myself, how hard could it be? And it was sure to be better for my health than a career turning tricks on Sunset Boulevard. There are creeps in porn, that’s for sure, but nothing like what I saw out there in the real world.

Marcy had gone from Las Vegas showgirl to stripper to porn starlet to director to producer in a pretty short time, and now she was worth millions. I was a little bit surprised that she agreed to see me, but she did, and she seemed to see some potential in me that intrigued her. So I told her my life story up to that point, and she gazed at me very attentively, and, I thought, sympathetically, through the whole thing. She was the one that got the idea for the “daddy” videos. She didn’t tell me about it at the time, but she later said she had been thinking about it for awhile, and that I seemed like the perfect girl to play the role she had in mind.

Well, she introduced me some of the other girls that worked there, and to a director named Monique von Schell, who put me in some scenes in a few videos, just to get my feet wet, and before I knew it, I was fucking and sucking on camera like a pro. Sex wasn’t exactly new to me, and neither was acting, but doing both of them at the same time took me a little while to get used to. They liked my work, though, and the next thing I knew, Marcy and Monique were talking to me about a pet project of theirs. All I had to do was be myself, they assured me. They said I was a natural.

So here I was, with the single camera rolling, kneeling between the parted legs of my naked co-star, a guy named Denny Decker. He was a good-looking guy in his thirties, a veteran of a lot of porn films. His most prominent characteristic, though, was a truly gigantic, statuesque cock, thick and hairless, which was standing at full attention before I ever got anywhere near it. I had never seen anything like it, although pretty much every guy I had met lately had a big dick. I don’t know where they find these guys.

I wasn’t wearing much – just a little loose top that didn’t quite cover the bottoms of my smallish boobs, and a pair of tight cut-off denim shorts, the kind that are cut way up high on my hips. And white socks and black tennis shoes. There was some kind of unwritten law that says teenage girls in porn videos have to wear tennis shoes.

This film was to be what they called a point-of-view, or POV film. The camera was behind Denny’s head, aimed right at me as I looked right back at it. The idea is that you imagine that you’re the guy with the big stiff cock about to be sucked by the cute young girl.

One of the things I learned early on about doing porn is that it’s a good idea to do everything slowly.