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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Stubborn Slut
Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 01:10:01 -0400
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                           Stubborn Slut
                          By: Phil Phantom
                   HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

"Okay, Mrs. Preston, let me see if I get this straight. You don't
want a model's portfolio done of your daughter, you want me to
set up a gang bang, photograph that, and see that some of those
shots fall into the wrong hands at the school she attends -
Crestmont High. Am I getting a clear picture, here?"

"Yes and no. I'm not doing this to be mean. I'm doing this out of
love and for her own good. She needs to learn that mothers do
know more than daughters and their advice and opinions need to be
adhered to and respected. On the current path she's on, she is
headed for disaster, possibly drugs, prostitution, crime, who
knows?"

"Forgive me, but isn't Tracy an honor student and an actress with
aspirations of going into modeling. I interviewed Tracy. As young
as she is, Tracy seems to know what she wants, and I think she
has an excellent shot at achieving her goals. She has the looks,
the figure, the personality. Most of all, she has the desire. All
that girl needs is training, proper guidance, and a professional
portfolio. In three years when she graduates high school, I dare
say she'll be able to support herself through modeling
assignments all through college; at least until serious acting
work comes her way or something better comes along. I think she
has a strong goal and a good plan. She just needs support."

"She won't get it from me. I happen to know what likely fate will
befall a girl like Tracy. She'll encounter ten pornographers
before she ever gets a real break. She has too much of a figure
for any real chance of stardom. Her acting skills are better
suited to porno productions. She has bedroom eyes, not runway
eyes. She walks like a slut, not a model."

"You see something I didn't, and those skills are taught."

"Yes, but the men she'll encounter will see a slut and think only
one thing - bedding her and filming her. She will be used and
cast aside time and again. Eventually, she'll end up in the
gutter with a needle in her arm."

"You watch too much TV, Mrs. Preston."

"Don't patronize me, Mr. Black. I've done my homework. I happen
to know your studio shoots porn."

"We do some. Most all do to make ends meet, and it's not porn in
the classic sense. We do jobs for private collectors with hired
models who are of legal age."

"You interviewed Tracy. Did she make your dick hard? Did you want
to fuck her? Did it occur to you that you could make a killing
with a porn model like her? Answer no to any of those questions
and we have nothing further to discuss. I'll say good day and
that will be the end of it, but answer yes and I'll see that you
make a killing. Furthermore, I'll see that she fucks you if no
one else, and I hope she gets pregnant with your child. If you'd
like to knock that sexy little slut up, say yes; if you want me
to hang up, say no. Now, yes or no."

There ensued a pregnant pause followed by, "Yes."

"Good, then we have a working relationship. Now, how many men can
you get involved in this shoot? I want men who will get down and
dirty with a minor. I want crude, lewd, well-hung men. I don't
want her hurt, but I do want her sore. I want her to know how
right I was."

"Well, I can think of six who will trip over themselves for a
shot at a girl like Tracy. How many did you want?"

"Sixteen."

"Damn! You've really got it in for that kid, don't you?"

"I adore my child, Mr. Black. I intend to save her. I know what
it will take to get through to her. This must be an experience
she would never want to risk ever again."

"I can't get that many - ten, maybe twelve. A lot would depend on
how safe from prosecution this will be."

"There is absolutely no danger of that. She will not go to the
authorities except through me. She can't. I will be an accessory
simply because I did nothing to stop it. I told her she'd end up
doing porn and getting raped, and I told her I'd just sit there
and watch until she cried uncle."

"I'm sure she will when she sees more than three men on theset."

"You don't know Tracy. She will not let me win. She swears I
don't know my ass from a crack in the sidewalk when it comes to
the modeling profession."

"She's right, but if you're bent on this course, that's a moot
point."

"I'm bent, and it is a moot point. The point is, she could have
one dick in her twat, one up her ass, and a third halfway down
her throat and she still wouldn't cry uncle. She'll take whatever
you men can dish out thinking that I will eventually cry uncle.
She will be sadly mistaken and will leave your studio sore and
fucked in more ways than one. She will leave knowing you have
prints that will ruin her. I will say, `I told you so.' She won't
concede my victory, but she will be forced to give up this absurd
dream. If she doesn't, I will ruin her by spreading those photos
all over her school, and if she continues to resist me, she won't
be getting an abortion."

"I guess you've given up on being mother of the year."

"I think I am doing the right thing. I am a good mother. She will
get over getting fucked. She can get unpregnant, and those
pictures never need see the light of day. It's all up to her. She
will learn to love and respect me or suffer the consequences."

"She'll learn to hate you and you'll suffer the consequences.
When your relationship turns to hate, I can see Tracy wanting to
hurt you. If she takes you down, I go down along with anyone I
get involved."

"I know my daughter, Mr. Black. Hate will never enter into the
equation - never. Beneath the rough exterior lies a loving
relationship, a mother/child bond you could never understand. No,
Tracy would never try to hurt me or anyone I didn't want hurt.
Trust me. We are taking no risks, none whatsoever."

"Do you actually want her to get pregnant?"

"Yes. I know her cycles. She should be ovulating on or about the
thirteenth of this month. That would be the day I want this shoot
set for - the evening of the thirteenth."

"I'm booked solid on the thirteenth. How about Thursday the
twelfth, say eight in the evening."

"That would be fine, too. Sperm survives in the womb for three
days. Put enough in, I'm sure some will survive four."

"I have to tell you, I'm a little uncomfortable about gang raping
this kid. I won't be the only one."

"Do this right and she'll follow orders. There won't be any need
to use force. No force, no rape. Besides, I want her gang fucked
and ruined, not gang raped and destroyed. I want this done
right."

"Okay, how do we do this right?"

"Tracy is very stubborn. She is with me, anyway. She'll follow
orders to try and make me break. I think what you need is a bold
man, one who clearly gets off on being vulgar with a daughter in
front of her mother - a dirty old man type - a pervert."

"I have just the man for that role. He won't need to act. He
can't act - dumb as a crow bar. In fact, the best way to deal
with Hugo is to tell him that I have a kid that will do anything
to get into modeling and a mother I have something on that will
keep her from doing a fucking thing about it. I could put it to
him like, `Lets have some fun with them.'"

"I like that. I can act distressed while I don't do a fucking
thing about it. Tracy gets her acting abilities from me."

"If you like that scenario, I could let all the others think the
same thing. Why rely on acting if we don't have to? Watching Hugo
will make them horny, and watching Hugo fuck the kid in front of
the mother and get away with it will give them all the courage
they need."

"Excellent. This Hugo sounds like quite a character."

"A child molester straight from central casting:
stoop-shouldered, low brow, hair on knuckles that drag the ground
when he attempts to walk erect. No mother would want to see her
little darling in the clutches of Hugo."

"Correction, not many mothers would. Speaking of walking erect,
how erect is Hugo?"

"He packs a wallop, and it's an ugly fucker, a fuck muscle, I'd
say about ten or eleven inches long. He's uncut, as thick as a
beer can at the base and tapers to the size of a cucumber at the
tip. I've seen him lift eighty pounds with his dick. I hope she's
not a virgin or she may take one look at Hugo's dick and cry
uncle."

"She's no virgin, but I doubt she has had the real thing. I know
she has never had anything like that up her cute little cunny. He
sounds like a real snatch stretcher."

"A cunt splitter. A lot of seasoned cunts cry uncle."

"Tracy won't if it kills her. If I can't slip a beer can in her
cunt after Hugo pulls out, I'll be terribly disappointed."

"I gotta tell you, the image of your sexy daughter taking Hugo to
the balls has my nuts in a boil."

"That same image has my cunt in a boil."

"Are you doing what I'm doing?"

"I am if you're masturbating."

"Great minds think alike. May I call you Diedra?"

"Please do. What may I call you?"

"I'd like you to call me to breakfast from the kitchen of my
apartment. I must confess, when I saw Tracy I wanted to fuck her,
but when I saw you, I wondered if you ever cheated on your
husband. You've got a great set of gams, ma'am."

"Are you asking me if I'm a sleep-around whore?"

"No, a spend-the-night slut."

"I'm not sure I know the distinction, but I'm sure my husband
would call me both. In fact, he has called me both - recently.
Perhaps you can enlighten me. What is the distinction?"

"A slut is a married woman who stays all night and cooks her
lover breakfast."

"Well, I am married and I am a slut, and I have stayed out all
night and cooked my lover breakfast. I guess Fred was right. I am
a slut. What would you like for breakfast, and what shall I call
you? Don't say Mr. Black or you'll be sleeping alone."

"Greg. Eggs over easy, bacon, and white toast - coffee black - as
soon as possible."

"Oh Greg..."

"Diedra!..."


Thursday the twelfth at seven twenty-five in a car headed north -
Tracy and Diedra:

"Mom, you don't need to drive so fast. We're going to be early as
it is."

"If we arrive early they might start early. You'll get molested
early, cry uncle early - I can then get back and catch the rest
of LA Law."

"You can forget LA Law. A shoot takes two hours, minimum, and
more if they sexually molest the model."

"You talk big, Tracy. I'm telling you, these people are rotten to
the core. I can smell it."

"You're smelling your upper lip, then. The Black Agency has a
fine reputation. They do our class photos and year book."

"Yes, and they are up to their rafters in perverts that prey on
sexy, young, naive girls like you, Tracy. I predict that they
will all come crawling out of the woodwork for this. I also
predict that they will all have their way with you if you remain
stubborn and don't cry uncle. I'll watch and you'll get a big
I-told-you-so when it's over."

"Now, look who's talking big. As soon as you see anything even
the slightest bit inappropriate as you see it, you'll be stopping
everything and taking me home, declaring yourself right, saying
your I-told-you-so, but I will be so pissed if you do that."

"For your information, I spoke with Mr. Black himself. I assured
him that I would under no circumstances be interfering, that I
just wanted to watch, like a ghost. Furthermore, I fully
indemnified him and his studio for anything that might occur
during your shoot. I emphasized anything. I told him that I very
much wanted to watch. I also emphasized that I wanted to watch
anything. I'm sure he got my drift, and I am sure I was right
about him and his operation. He was practically drooling to get
his filthy hands on you - and much much more in you. I can't wait
to watch you squirm. If you noticed, I brought a towel for you to
sit on for the ride home. I think I should have brought two - one
for each hole."

"If something does happen, you invited it. He probably thinks
you're a pervert that he needs to amuse. Still, I won't give you
the pleasure of seeing me squirm."

"Then you'll give me the pleasure of seeing you not squirm."

"I think you are a pervert. I think you want to watch a live sex
show. I think this is turning you on. It is, isn't it?"

"Reach between my legs and find out."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Reach and find out. I'm not wearing any panties. If I'm turned
on, you'll know it."

"In that skirt, everyone will know it."

"That's why I picked this skirt. If those men wonder if I'm
enjoying the show, they can look and see for themselves."

"I think you'd like to be part of the show."

"That's where you're wrong. I don't want to do anything that
detracts male attention away from you. Greg knows I only want to
watch."

"Greg! My, aren't we cozy."

"As a matter of fact we are very cozy. Your father is very angry
about that."

"So, that's where you've been spending your nights, getting cozy
with the owner. Boy, you'll do anything to be proven right, won't
you?"

"Let's just say that when I know I'm right, I'll stop at nothing
to prove it. Are you ready to cry uncle, now?"

"No, but I'm going to see you cry uncle or I'll soak this towel
with sperm. It might interest you to know that I'm ovulating."

"It might interest you to know that I don't care."

"We'll just see about that."

"I suppose we shall. Are you sure you wouldn't like to reach
between my legs to see how much trouble you're in. I'd like you
to. I really would."

Tracy sat turned toward her mother and could see by the fan of
her legs that she meant what she said. This wasn't just an
invitation, it was a plea with parted thighs. Tracy thought about
it for a moment, then scooted up close and placed her hand high
on her mother's right inner thigh. The thighs widened. Tracy slid
her hand over and cupped a shaved, very wet pussy. The two middle
fingers went into the oily trench between inflamed lips. They
slid down to the hole and right in easily.

Tracy went in to the palm in a very soggy cunt. She drew her
fingers out and felt blindly all over the area of pussy before
seeking out the hole and going in deep once again. She did this
several times, giving her mother pleasure when Diedra expected a
quick feel of the outside wetness and then a disgusted withdrawal
of the hand.

Her daughter's hand conveyed no disgust. Quite the contrary.
Tracy's hand applied a firm pressure while staying in motion,
going often into the hole and going deep when she did. This was a
vaginal feel-up intended to give pleasure. The duration alone
conveyed that desire. Tracy showed no sign of letting up. Diedra
showed no sign of wanting her to.

After a mile of having her pussy played with in silence, Diedra
said, "What do you think?"

"You're very wet."

"Yes, and what does that tell you?"

"That I stand a good chance of getting pregnant tonight."

"My pussy wouldn't be this wet if it was just a good chance."

"So, your pussy got this wet when you found out I wasovulating?"

"Bingo. Greg will be thrilled to learn that he and the guys will
have a fertile young model tonight."

Tracy rubbed hard over the clit while saying, "I'll bet you can't
wait to give him the good news."

Diedra had a hard time staying in her lane, but she was going
slow - thirty-five on the freeway. She moaned and lifted into the
rubbing fingers, saying, "Ummm, yes, but you should tell him.
That'll make his dick hard."

Tracy sent her fingers back up the hole and took up a fucking
motion as she said, "If you want his dick hard, you tell him."

"I want all their dicks hard. I may just make an announcement
that there's fertile pussy between your sexy legs. Do my clit,
Tracy...hard...fast...make me cum..."

Tracy pushed the skirt up so that she could see what she was
doing, then attacked her mother's clit with furiously rubbing
fingers as her mother drove in a wide-legged slump like a little
old lady going to church. Tracy knew exactly how to work a clit.
She soon had the car weaving in and out of its lane. Diedra had a
terrific orgasm while clutching the wheel. When the shudders
passed, Tracy was still stroking the pussy which was now out in
the open with the skirt well out of the way. The pussy play was
now more a vaginal massage, a nice coming-down-from-orgasm
massage, a very pleasant, almost reverent fondling.

Several minutes following the orgasm, Diedra was amused that
Tracy was still reluctant to give up playing with her pussy. That
was a very pleasant surprise, quite a contrast from their usual
bickering banter and attitude to match. This new intimate
affection was most unusual in light of all that came out, half of
which Diedra never meant to share. This was very odd behavior
coming from Tracy who now knew she was on her way to a gang bang,
that she had been set up, and that her dreams of becoming a
serious model and actress would all be shattered with porno
shutters.

They had ten more minutes of driving to do. Diedra was willing to
drive all ten with her legs wide and pussy showing for Tracy to
gaze on and play with. That Tracy thoroughly enjoyed what she was
doing was most obvious as she had reclined fully on the seat and
laid her head on the portion of thigh she had first laid her hand
on. She liked looking at it, playing with it, and looking at what
she played with. She also liked smelling it. Diedra was just as
obvious about liking someone looking at, playing with, and
looking at while playing with her pussy. Mostly, she liked
looking down and seeing her lovely daughter's face so close to
her cunt. They bonded over pussy. Who would have guessed.

This was a most welcome development, most unexpected, and one
that needed nurturing. Tracy wanted to get her right arm under
Diedra's right thigh so she could apply both hands to the pussy -
one coming at it from below, one from above. Diedra lifted and
shifted to help. There, that was better, and when Tracy relaid
her head, much better. The head now bridged both thighs with the
nose and mouth centered just a tongue's reach away. Diedra felt
every warm breath in the core of her sex.

Diedra couldn't quite fathom what was going on, whether Tracy's
actions were a sign of unconditional surrender or a succumbing to
latent homosexual passions, but Diedra wasn't about to look a
gift pussy lover in the mouth. Tracy knew what turned that pussy
on and wanted the pussy turned on. If anything upset her about
what turned that pussy on, she didn't let it show. If she was
pissed about being set up, that didn't show, either. What did
show was a new desire to show her mother what a good girl she
could be, and to demonstrate that desire through the pussy - most
odd, most welcome.

Once Diedra left the freeway and entered downtown traffic, she
took the long way, drove slowly, and stopped at yellow lights so
that they could sit through red lights and stare at the pussy
together in better light. It was at the first light, while
watching Tracy toy with the fleshy innards, Diedra said, "Do you
like my pussy, Tracy?"

"Yes, you have a beautiful pussy - so soft, so sexy. I especially
love the shave. Are you really going to let those men see it?"

"Sure. Don't you think they'll like seeing it?"

"What's not to like. I'm sure they'll love seeing it. I'm sure
seeing your pussy will make them all hornier."

"We both know what that'll lead to."

The light turned green and the car moved on - slowly while Tracy
said, "Whose idea was it to shave your pussy - yours or Greg's?"

"We collaborated. He actually deserves most of the credit. He's
into shaved bald pussy. He thinks most men are. I think they'll
be shaving you. They want to take a lot of good beaver shots."

They stopped at another light. Both checked out the pussy as
Tracy used the fingers of both hands to pull the lips apart.
Diedra said, "Now, there's a good beaver."

"I'll say. I guess I'll be posing mine this way quite a bit."

"Yes, and for a dozen shutterbugs."

"A dozen? There's going to be a dozen men there?"

"Do I hear an uncle calling me?"

"No, but I see you're worried about me going through with this. I
think I hear an uncle calling me."

"If you do, he's calling you over so that he can fuck you, too."

"Then you'd better grab your purse and hurry. You wouldn't want
to miss that."

"I wouldn't miss that for the world, not if we're talking about
your Uncle Larry."

"That's who I was thinking of. I know he wants to fuck me real
bad. I'm sure he'd like to cum in my pussy, too."

"You should be good to your Uncle Larry. He is my brother, you
know."

"I'll be good to him from now on - real good. I'll tell him he
can fuck me any time he wants and cum in my pussy all he wants.
Would you like that?"

"I would like that very much."

"Yes, I can tell."

"Tell or smell."

"Both. Your pussy smells wonderful."

"Why don't you see if it tastes the way it smells."

That was all Tracy needed to hear. She moved into place and went
right to work, running her tongue over and in everything fingers
had explored. Diedra reached out to Tracy's leg and ran her hand
up under the skirt, then in under the panty leg hole to get at
the pussy that Tracy aided by twisting and cocking one leg. Once
there, she found a very wet and receptive pussy that ached for a
finger.

They drove this way for a short while and came to a stop in a
parking garage space. Tracy kept on eating pussy. Diedra kept on
finger fucking pussy. After several minutes, Diedra said, "We're
going to be a little late, and I'd rather not cum again. I want
to stay good and horny. I also want you good and horny. Let's
save this for another time. [extracting her hand] Come on, sit
up, Tracy."

Tracy struggled up and wiped her face. She wore a smile like
first-time mother lickers do. Diedra smiled back like a
first-time daughter fingerer, wiping her hand on the towel.
Diedra said, "I think you should know that Greg and I worked up
this scene, an act if you will. The men will all think that he
has something terrible on me, vulgar pictures, plus something I
did, something I wouldn't want my husband to ever find out about.
I'll do anything to keep my secret. Greg will bind me to a chair
with my tits hanging out and my pussy fully exposed. There, I
will be forced to watch in silence. We don't know what those men
will do, but it should be good. Greg will keep them in line and
see that nothing bad happens to you."

"How should I act?"

"Well, we were counting on you being your stubborn self and not
crying uncle no matter what they did. If you are willing to help
out, I can think of a much better scenario for you."

"I may as well do this the way you want it done. The result will
be the same, right?"

"Good attitude. Yes, the results would be the same regardless. If
you could draw on your acting skills, we could make this much
more entertaining. Are you interested?"

"Sure. What's my role? Keep in mind, I need a character and
motivation that matches."

"I was thinking a basically nice girl who will do anything, I
mean anything to get in tight with the Black Agency. She knows of
their porn operation and is even willing to do that if necessary.
She is shy about her most intimate parts, but she doesn't want
them to see that. She tries to act like it doesn't bother her,
but it does. She tries to act all grown up and knowledgeable
about sex, but she doesn't know shit and has never done
anything."

"That won't be much of a stretch. A nice girl willing to do porn
is."

"Honey, horny men will buy into anything they want to buy into.
None of them are in this business. Only Greg knows how improbable
this would be. He has basically outlined that scenario and they
bought it. Our only concern was that you would come across
differently - you know, stubborn and abstinent. That would raise
eyebrows. Eager to please and relieved that your mother can't do
a damn thing to interfere, or say anything afterward, would be
perfect."

"What you want is an eager beaver who gets off on her naughty
mother having to helplessly watch - a girl who likes to see the
look on her mother's face when she does anything vulgar for the
men and their cameras - a girl who soon discovers that she enjoys
acting slutty in front of her mommy."

Diedra smiled big and cupped Tracy's chin, drawing their faces
together while she said, "Ummm, I think I have a girl like that."
Their lips came together and their tongues passed each other on
the way into the other's mouth. The illicit kiss soon became
quite passionate. Hands groped breasts and found their way
between legs. The kiss went on and on, but Diedra finally broke
it and pushed Tracy back, saying, "Save it. You have your
character and your motivation. Shall we go?"

"Don't you mean, shall we cum?"

"I think we shall...Tracy, one thing. One of these men is
particularly big and I believe he'll be your first. I know you
are no virgin. I know you have been sampling my dildo collection
for quite some time. Do you think you can handle a very bigman?"

"Do you mean one the size of a beer can? [Diedra's jaw dropped]
Mom, I was on the extention the whole time. I heard everything. I
knew you would try something like this, but I had no idea you'd
try this. I'll admit, I was super pissed and almost broke in, but
the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. My pussy liked
it a lot. Anyway, to make a long story short, I have been
preparing myself with cucumbers. It'll be a stretch, but I can
handle him. I might grunt and grimace, but I won't cry."

"You little sneak."

"Yes, and you dirty rotten cheater, not to mention slut."

"Guilty, but I make a good breakfast."

"I wouldn't know. For the past week, I've been making my own.
Daddy hates my cooking. He likes my legs, and loves watching me
cook in my nightie, but he hates what I serve. What he really
hates is knowing you're cooking someone else breakfast, and
knowing that I know you spent the night with a lover. He is
already feeling up my legs while I serve him. He wines about not
getting any, and this morning, he felt my pussy while complaining
about how long it's been since he had any. That makes my pussy
very wet. If you keep that up, you'll drive Daddy into my bed."

"You scratch my pussy, I'll scratch yours. I'll keep it up."

"I was hoping you'd say that. There's one other thing I want."

"Name it."

"I want to be blackmailed with this material, forced into the
porno business. I want Greg to own my ass and you to manage my
ass. I want my ass kept busy."

"Your wish is my command...and Tracy, it'll be a pleasure, a
dream come true."

"I sensed that. Hell, I smelled that - tasted it, too. You don't
have to smack this girl in the mouth with a used tampon. I know
when I'm licked."

"You will. Now, we're keeping them waiting. It's time to get you
fucked and get you launched on a new career path, the one you
should have been on in the first place."

"Lead the way, Mommy."


Diedra and Tracy entered a studio that was absent the usual mix
of staff and mothers with children. In their place were men, lots
of men, the type that drive trucks, work concrete, fix cars, and
hang out at beer joints pinching waitresses. Two stood out from
the others - Greg and Hugo.

Greg wore gold and a sports jacket. He had money. He had class.
Greg was as tailored and as polished as his clothing. Hugo was
just the opposite. He was big, sloppy, needed a shave, and his
shoes didn't even match. One was a sneaker; the other was a
loafer. Hugo was a loafer, a bum, an oddity, a freak. Who would
hire him.

Greg would. Hugo cleaned up the studio at night. In fact, the
studio was his home, a home he was forbidden to ever come near
except after closing. He also had to be out of the building
before seven in the morning. He also served an additional
purpose. For some porn, he was good just as he was. Filming Hugo
with a beauty was as close to bestiality as Greg was willing to
go and closer than most models were willing to go. A horse would
not only be less offensive but in all likelihood, more
comfortable. Those last few inches of Hugo were a bitch.

Diedra saw what Greg meant when he described Hugo as a mother's
worst nightmare, a molester straight from Hell. On seeing Hugo,
she was relieved that Tracy listened in on the conversation and
prepared herself. On seeing Tracy, Hugo got a hardon. Hugo can't
hide a hardon, and he wasn't trying.

Diedra managed a few minutes alone with Greg, long enough to let
him know that Tracy was onboard, that she would play the role. He
was pleased and relieved to learn that, and wanted all the
details, but it was enough to know that Tracy had eaves-dropped
on their conversation and that made her pussy wet.

Tracy looked frightened. The number of men, the type of men, but
especially Hugo had her cowering behind her mother. Diedra knew
this was part of Tracy's act and a good one. She knew because
Tracy whispered, "God, my poor pussy. I didn't get it ready for a
bull."

The words were said in such a way that Diedra knew Tracy was
ready to take on the bull. For her part, Diedra appeared anxious
and nervous, terribly under-dressed, and fearful for her
daughter's well being. She sheltered Tracy while imploring Greg
with her eyes, "Please, God, don't do this!"

The fourteen men who stood ogling the mother and daughter ate it
up. Just as Greg had described them, the kid was a stone fox and
the mom was a sexy babe with big hooters. The kid looked scared
yet determined; the mom looked fucked and helpless. And then
there was Hugo, making them both sweat.

The studio was arranged for a porno shoot with chairs all around
a twin bed. Binding straps dangled from each of the four short
corner posts. Additional straps were attached along the side
rails at the base. Over the low bed was a large mirror angled for
cameras to get a reflected shot down. Several video and still
cameras stood on tripods all around behind the folding chairs
that lined both sides of the bed. On a roller cart off to the
side was an assortment of dildos and nasty things for clits and
nipples. There was also a razor, shaving cream, and a towel.

This was a porno shoot setup, no doubt about that. The girl took
it all in and gulped. The mom took it all in and did more
pleading with her eyes, now begging, "Please, don't do this to my
baby!" The men ate that shit up, too.

Most conspicuous in this setup was one stout, wooden chair with
arms on a raised eight-inch platform set at the foot of the bed
to overlook the bed from a position three feet from the foot of
the bed. This would appear to be a director's chair were it not
for all the dangling straps. The men except for Hugo who stood
beside Tracy all took their seats as Greg led Diedra to that
chair and made her sit in it. She tried to shield her crotch as
she followed his lead. Once seated, she begged out loud, "Please,
Mr. Black, I beg you. Don't do this."

Hugo pushed Tracy along to place her between her mother and the
bed, then he held to her by the scruff of her neck, bringing
further alarm to the mother's expression. Tracy stood trembling
as Greg went to fetch a thick manila envelope from a desk. He
returned, waved the envelope under Diedra's nose, and said, "I
told you, no whining and no begging. You be a good mommy or these
pictures go out in the morning mail. You don't want that, do
you?"

Diedra looked terrified. She quickly said, "No!"

"You're going to be a real good mommy, aren't you?"

"Yes! I promise."

"You want a good portfolio for your sexy daughter, don't you?"

When Diedra hesitated, he chucked her under the chin with the
envelope. That brought a quick nod and a yes. He said, "Did you
shave your pussy like I told you?"

She nodded with her head hung. Greg said, "Then why are you
hiding it? Hang those sexy legs over the arm rests and lets put
that pretty beaver of yours out where all can enjoy." He smacked
her on top of the head with the envelope and shouted, "I SAID
HANG `EM, NOW DO IT!"

You would think she were dying as Diedra hung her legs and
exposed a beardless beaver that she had mopped dry with a towel.
The slit was still wet, though, and hanging her legs opened the
slit. Tracy stared at this obscene sight with her mouth open in
utter shock. Diedra was so ashamed and just sat there while Greg
bound her legs in place. She sat with her head hung as he opened
her blouse, hauled out her double-D tits, then bound both arms
behind the chair, putting them up there and out there. Her shame
was now excruciating - you would think.

When he was finished, he lifted her sad head by the chin and
said, "You keep that head up and your eyes wide open. Don't you
dare try to inhibit Tracy. If she looks your way, she had best
see a smile. You got that?"

"Yes."

Greg turned to Tracy who stood staring between her mother's legs
as though mesmerized by the sight. He came to stand beside her
and they both looked at the sight. He said, "Nice pussy, isn't
it?"

"Yes."

"You should see what it looks like with ten inches of dog cock in
it. The dog thought your mother had a nice pussy, too."

Tracy looked astonished. He held the envelope as though the
pictures were in there. Tracy looked from the proof to the bitch,
and the bitch looked back with dread and guilt. Greg was quick to
shout, "She's looking at you, bitch. Smile like a happy bitch.
Give her that smile you get when you have a mutt humping your
ass."

Diedra wasn't smiling, she looked angry and said, "Damnit, Greg,
you swore to me that no one would ever know."

"No, I swore that no one would ever see these pictures if you
behave yourself. See, still sealed - sealed, stamped, and
addressed. Now, bitch, are you going to behave yourself?"

The men were laughing their asses off as Diedra forced a stupid
smile. Tracy had no idea this was coming, but knew the pictures
were bullshit. What she had to do was quickly decide how her
character would react to this shocking news, then be that way.
She gradually absorbed this info as though realizing how screwed
and helpless her mother really was and how little she had to fear
from her. As this awareness fully dawned, Tracy looked to Greg
and broke a smile. He drew her attention to the yawning beaver
again, saying, "Can you picture your mother's pussy with dog cum
running out of the hole, sliding down the crack, and smothering
her asshole while she holds the lips wide open and smiles into
the camera like a happy bitch?"

While Diedra moaned in apparent agony, Tracy looked at the crotch
as though developing the mental picture. She broadened her smile
and said, "I can, now. Did you get a lot of pictures like that?"

"I got enough to deal with you as an adult without having to
worry about her getting in my way, yes." He looked Tracy over,
then said, "You look all grown up to me. Would you like me to
deal with you as an adult. Are you interested in adult modeling
work?"

Tracy looked to her mother, got a weak, forced, sweaty smile
back, then looked to Greg and said, "I want to be treated as an
adult."

"Do you think you're ready? We don't play child's games here."

When he said that, Greg looked to Hugo's erection, now out of his
baggy pants, naked and throbbing. Tracy looked at it while
thinking. Hugo placed her hand on it to help her think. He stood
almost facing her to place his cock almost in her face. She could
almost suck him off without bending her head down. She brought
her other hand up and applied it to the animal-like appendage,
sliding the loose skin to expose the pink head. She looked and
felt, examining the cock closely, then looked to Greg and said,
"I'm ready to try."

She still had her hands on his fuck muscle, stroking gently as
Greg said, "Can you handle all of that where it belongs?"

She looked and slid a hand to the very base where fingers and
thumb just barely made it halfway around, making the base of
Hugo's cock bigger than the beer can she managed to partially
insert. Still, it wasn't as big as a baby's head. She looked to
Greg and said, "I'm pretty tough down there. My pussy will
stretch if it has to. I'll do whatever I have to. I want to be a
model, Mr. Black. I want to be a model more than anything."

The men cheered that statement. Tracy responded to the favorable
reviews by looking around at them and giving them smiles. Several
urged her to suck the dick she still held onto with both hands.
She looked at the slimy gooey tip oozing precum and clearly
didn't want that yucky thing in her mouth. Hugo forced the issue
by placing one huge hand on the back of her head to close the
gap. Once her lips got a good glossing, she open and sucked. She
still couldn't get the whole head in, but the effort brought more
cheers.

Greg waved Hugo's hand off the back of her head while asking,
"Are you willing to do raunchy porn?"

Tracy looked to her mother and said, "Yes. I'll do whatever my
mom did."

This had the men hooting and hollering. Again, she smiled to them
though they were calling her a little bitch, and a bitch off the
old block, and a little mutt slut. She was trying to be as lewd
as they were but on her the effort looked out-of-place and
forced. She tried to accept their filthy comments as though they
were compliments when deep down they stunned and stung - good
acting, and only two people knew it. The others never suspected.
They could see she was trying to impress Greg and that excited
them.

Greg quieted them, then said, "Our models don't do anything that
raunchy. I just did that to please your mother. She's a difficult
slut to please."

Again looking to her smiling yet mortified mother, Tracy said,
"I'll bet. How many dogs does it take to make her smile?"

The guys cheered her. Greg said, "She'll wear out three big
fellas just getting her holes warmed up."

"She uses her mouth, too?"

"Honey, on your mother, that's not a mouth, that just another
bitch pussy. She has two at one end of her body and one at the
other. When you kiss that mouth, you may as well walk up to a
female dog, lift it's tail, and plant one right on its bitch
twat."

The men laughed hard. Tracy waited for their laughter to die so
they could hear her giggle and go, "Oh, gross! Now, whenever I
look at her, I'll see a tail hanging from her forehead."

She got big laughs at her mother's expense - high marks from the
peanut gallery. Greg said, "While you're at it, picture a dog
fucking her in the mouth."

Eager for more high marks, Tracy said, "I already did. I pictured
one cumming in her mouth and she was sucking on the dog's dick
and swallowing his cum. If you show me a picture like that while
he's trying to get this monster dick in my pussy, I'll get the
rest in. My pussy will gobble it on down and then suck his balls
up and then out through the tip."

Hugo grabbed his gonads at that image. The men went ape over
Tracy. They would have gone ape over any young chick who thought
she could take on Hugo, but to be as brash and bold as Tracy was
in doing it...well, it made them go ape shit.

Diedra looked like a woman with no pride left. Her look changed
to one of wanting to see that little smart ass get her pussy
reamed royally. Greg quieted the mob then turned his attention to
Tracy, saying, "There's the bed; there's the dick. You know where
your pussy is. Get out of those clothes, and let's see what you
can do. You get all that cock in you and suck those balls up one
inch, I'll sign you to a contract."

Now, Tracy looked unsure of herself - nervous, frightened. She
looked at the dick, then to Greg, then said, "You mean right
now?"

"Right now."

"Well, I'd need to see a picture like that, and I was sorta
joking. I've never tried sucking with my pussy before. I'm not
sure how you do that."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Me! A virgin? Of course not. Do I look like a virgin? No, I've
screwed lots of guys, tons of guys, even some dogs, but no one
ever asked me to suck with my pussy before."

Diedra volunteered, "It's easy, Tracy. When you get that much
cock in you, you'll have the suction. Just try to pull off before
he deflates. An experienced mutt fucker like you should at least
know that much. If you ever tried to get away from a mutt before
he went down, then you've sucked a cock with your pussy."

"Oh, that. Yeah, I've done that before. I could do that. I
thought you meant like sucking like you do with your mouth."

Greg said, "Come on, Tracy. We don't have all night. Strip down
and get busy. Let's see if you can drain Hugo's nuts for him in
under ten minutes starting from...now."

Tracy looked to her mother and this time got a real smile in
return. Diedra then added, "Come on, Tracy, show these men what
you can do with your pussy. While you're at it, show them how you
can make a baby with it. Tell them what you told me on the way up
here. I'm sure they'll all be very interested."

Greg was waiting. Tracy looked around at others who were waiting.
She then looked back to Greg and said, "I'm ovulating, now."

"All the more incentive for you to win a contract with me. I take
care of my models."

Diedra said, "You'd better win a contract. You won't get an
abortion out of me. I'll let you take that issue up with your
father. You can tell him how your pussy sucked sperm out of men's
balls, but not quite good enough, just good enough to get
pregnant."

Greg said, "Eight minutes."

Tracy weighed her non-options quickly and then hurriedly got out
of her clothes. Once naked, she moved to the center of the bed
and laid back, her legs clamped, her arm covering her tits. Greg
grabbed her by the ankle, pulled her to the foot of the bed,
turned her so that she laid crossways at the foot of the bed, and
said, "Do it here where your bitch mother can see the action.
Spread those legs. Get those arms off your tits. If you were
smart, you'd use those hands to open that pussy up."

As Hugo got set, Tracy followed Greg's instructions. She laid
right at the edge of the bed with one leg hanging off, the other
laid out to the side. She opened herself and strained to see that
ugly dick take aim. He plowed the first half in right away. The
rest, they would clearly have to work at.

Hugo was not the brute he appeared to be. He was, in fact, a
gentle giant. He went in so far right off because that much went
in easy. She was very slippery and so was he. After that, he took
her by the hips and gently rocked cock into her body,
quarter-inch by quarter-inch while she acted like a girl being
split like a log. She also acted like a girl who grew to like
being split like a log with excited, jacking-off men watching and
cheering Hugo on. That really wasn't acting.

Hugo drove all but the last three inches of his cock in and
stopped trying to put more in. That's when Tracy took over and
began taking quarter inches. The men began cheering her on.
Seeing the effort, Hugo once again lent a hand. Together, they
stretched that pussy until the lips were wafer thin and pressed
tightly to his groin. That's when he could let go and his cock
and suction held her in place. The kid was fucked.

Greg told her she had three minutes. Tracy gathered her breath,
then began the sucking effort with her feet placed to Hugo's hip
bones while Hugo held her by the hands, her body completely free
of the bed. There was, indeed, resistant suction that pulled her
back to the groin after she'd push away, but she couldn't push
out more than an inch before losing it. Still, the action made
for a dramatic visual effect. A little girl's pussy was sucking a
great big man's dick. Greg watched Hugo's balls and his watch.

With thirty seconds to go, Tracy felt the first of a series of
strong, hot jets of semen that flooded her interior, breaking the
suction. Her ass fell to the mattress, but that still left enough
dick in her to wet the inside of her pussy and not the bed. It
also left her with enough dick to climax on. A great, big,
cumming dick with an audience looking on brought about the climax
and it was a hum dinger that brought that pussy all up and down
that dick in a flurry of sloppy wet motion.

When it was all over, she ended up with her crotch once again
plastered to his groin. This time, her pussy appeared to be
nursing on his spent dick. Hugo said he ain't never had no pussy
like this before. No one ever saw him have any pussy like that
before. It was more like the pussy had him and wouldn't let go.
He didn't mind. She didn't mind. They didn't mind.

The mother sure didn't mind. She said, "That's it, Tracy, let his
sperm soak in. Keep working your pussy like that. Keep his dick
nice and hard...How did she do, Greg? Did she suck his ballsup?"

"Not bad. Three quarters of an inch. Missed contract by a quarter
inch. If she keeps this up, she's headed for stardom. I like her
attitude. She's a real go getter."

"I raised her right."

"What changed your attitude?"

"If you can't lick `em, join `em."

"You want your hands free, don't you?"

"God yes! Please. If she has to keep auditioning for a contract,
I need my hands."

Greg leaned across her front to reach around behind. With his
lips near her ear, he whispered, "That kid of yours is flat out
fucking amazing."

She whispered back, "I know. I had no idea she'd be this good.
She's loving it, Greg. Do more."

After freeing her hands, Greg stood, faced the crowd and
addressed Tracy, saying, "Okay, kid, uncock yourself. You should
be pregnant enough by now. Let's get some good beaver shots.
Jack, Tony, man the cameras. Ben, you run the video camera."

Tracy eased herself off the massive cudgel and felt a huge,
gaping hole between her legs. She then saw the huge gaping hole.
Everybody had to take a look. Diedra wanted a look but couldn't.
Hugo picked Tracy up in his arms and carried her to Diedra. The
mom got a good look, a wet face, and her picture took. When Hugo
pulled Tracy's crotch off Diedra's face, he said, "There, did ya
see what my dick done to yer daughter?"

"Yes, thank you."

What followed was four hours of romping stomping decadence of
biblical proportions. They filmed and fucked that poor child
every way they could. Diedra gave herself over a dozen orgasms.
When those two gals got back in the car, they were two very
tuckered sluts. Tracy did, indeed, need two towels. Neither was
in any mood to play pussy games or discuss the business.

Diedra did have one matter of curiosity she wanted resolved. She
said, "Tracy, exactly what was it that turned you around? You
said you were pissed at what you overheard, but something you
heard must have struck a chord with you. What was it?"

"Actually, not till the very end when you and Greg began flirting
and setting a date for an all nighter. That made me horny, but I
didn't start turning around until you kept on seeing him and I
saw the effect that was having on Daddy."

"What, driving him into your bed?"

"That, but mostly the way he acted, like a horny dog and I was a
bitch in heat. It was all of his whining and whimpering about not
getting any pussy."

"You didn't find that behavior pathetic?"

"Hell no. I loved it. Mom, I smacked Daddy with a newspaper for
sniffing my butt. I finally allowed sniffing but no licking. He
licks, but he gets his butt chewed like a bad doggie. If there's
something handy, I'll smack him with it. Sometimes, I send him
outside. He just gets worse and worse."

"I guess you'll have to let him have some pussy."

"Or put him to sleep. He's such a good doggie. I could never do
that."

"So, that turned you around."

"It turned my thinking around, got me thinking nasty, got me
thinking about all the things I heard in a new light. By the time
I got in the car tonight, I was hot to trot."

"Do you think you'll stay hot to trot or did you get that itch
scratched?"

"Mom, an itch like this never goes away. You and Greg are a
scratching post. I know what you're really asking. Will we pick
up where we left off?"

"The thought did cross my mind."

"Well, it crossed my mind many years ago and never left. If I'm
going to engage in incest with one parent, why not both."

"You can forget smacking me with a newspaper. I want it, but not
that bad."

Tracy laughed and said, "I would never dream of smacking you,
Mother. No, you're my manager, my mother, my director, my
advisor, my mentor. If anything, I'm your lap dog. I wouldn't
want it any other way, not after tonight. I learned my lesson
once and for all."

"Well, good. I like it that way. Humm, I'll have a lap dog who
has her own lap dog. That should present interesting
possibilities."

"My thoughts exactly."

                                           The End

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