Kristen Miller seemed no different really from the others her age. Nineteen, a student at a local college. She rode her bike every day. From school to home or to run errands. She peddled around with her wholesome face, her blonde hair fluttering behind her, her blue eyes friendly behind her glasses.
An average girl her age.
Nothing special.
She wasn't a popular girl. Had few friends. She liked to read. To live in her mind. She imagined so many things. If her teachers at school, her other students, her parents, her pastor at church, her neighbors, and more had any idea what went on behind those sweet eyes, they would be shocked.
Everywhere Kristen looked, she saw debauchery.
Was that mailman doing more than delivering the mail to the housewives? What did her father's secretary really do for him? How did her big sister get those perfect grades? On and on and on. Those thoughts filled her mind.
So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.
Little did she know that this was no ordinary diary.
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Entry 1: The true movies Mom makes at her studios
My mother has her own movie studio. A small one. An indie studio. She claims they make art house films and low-budge slasher movies. She's gone to Sundance and more to share those films. But is that the real story? Is her studio really called Pole Star Films?
Or is it called Pole Dance Films? What if my mother makes porn!
Sometimes, my dad stars in her movies. He likes to act part-time when he's not being a door-to-door salesman. Today, they're filming their latest production. It's supposed to be a horror film. Dad's playing the killer. There will be some hot coeds in skimpy clothes he'll be trying to kill.
But what if it's really a porno. He's not the killer. He's the hung stud bursting in to fuck those naughty, naughty coeds. It all starts when my mother says action...
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Ashley Miller
"Okay, let's get moving," I said as I set in the director's chair. The cameras were ready to go. The set was built. It was an interior of a bedroom. Girlish in design. It held an innocence that would soon be wrecked by the Bay Harbor Slasher.
My husband was playing the slasher. He had the rugged handsomeness that would contrast with the gruesome way he killed the girls. It was all fun. He wore a rain slicker for his custom and wader boots. They were covered in "blood." He had a machete in one hand as he stood ready to burst in on the girls.
The actress today were Melody Spark, a blonde who played the lead, and Kassie Nord. It was Kassie's scene to die as Melody would have to fight to survive. She had great tits, a recent boob job, and that would look great on film.
I wasn't a fan of these slasher films, but they paid the bills and let me produce my art house stuff. I liked my job. I liked owning Pole Star Films. It was my baby, and I wouldn't let anyone take it away from me.
"Bloody Bay, scene 27, Take 1," the marker boy said as he slapped the slate before the camera.
"Action," I ordered.
For a moment, the world inverted. Blinked. Then it went back to normal.
A shiver ran through as I frowned at what had just happened. Then I smiled as me as Melody picked up the pillow. "Oh, you're such a naughty slut. I can't believe you would do that."
She lightly hit Kassie with the pillow. They were wearing see-through lingerie and thongs, Melody in a light pink and Kassie in a baby blue. The two cameramen were pushing in on them to get the pillow fight captured in all its sexy glory.
My husband was waiting for his cue to burst in. He wore a smoking robe complete with a pipe. His distinguished, handsome form was perfect to play Kassie's "daddy" and catch the naughty girls at play. It made me so wet as I watched the scene, my cunt just on fire.
Wouldn't it be hot to have our own daughters star in a porno... Sadly, incest wasn't legal, but the idea was there in the back of my mind as I watched Kassie pick up her pillow. She slapped it against Melody.
"Oh, you're such a bad slut!" Kassie gasped. "He's my boyfriend!"
"Mine!" gasped Melody, her big, fake tits heaving in her transparent nightie, her nipples hard and poking against it. "You can't have him."
"That's it," I said, leaning forward. My thong was getting soaked right now. My nipples ached atop my big breasts. If my children ever knew the films I really made. "Keep slapping each other. Now, play wrestle."
"He's mine!" Kassie gasped and threw down her pillow. She lunged at Melody and pushed her down on the bed.
The two girls, their actresses barely nineteen, writhed on the bed. They rolled, their flimsy lingerie doing little to hide their bodies. Their thongs rode up their asses. I shuddered as one of Kassie's boobs popped into clear view before rubbing over Melody's big tit still in her nightie.
The bed creaked as they play-wrestled, their laughter echoing across the stage. I smiled at how innocent and naughty it was all at the same time. Their hair whipped together as Kassie ended up on top for a moment.
"Now freeze," I said as Melody rolled Kassie over. "Stare into her eyes. Yes, yes, just like that. Feel that spark of desire."
The actresses looked like they had just noticed how beautiful the other was. Their play had turned from innocent to naughty in a heartbeat. I smiled at that. It was a moment of triumph to witness as they both breathed heavily. Their boobs jiggled in their nighties.
Then they leaned closer and closer together. The moment built and built. My pussy clenched with anticipation. My cheeks burned so hot as their lips came closer and closer to that kiss. Then they melted together.
I shuddered at the sight of their mouths sealing tight. Their tongues danced as they awakened to their budding desires. The cameramen moved about them, the boom mike operator shifting about to keep them in frame.
The kissing was intense. Delicious. Their hands started to explore each other. They touched as they kissed with such passion. I felt my body's mood, gauging when I needed to send my husband in. It built and built towards that moment.
"Keith," I said. "Go."
My husband put on this stern look and burst into the bedroom, his pipe in hand. The two girls squealed as they burst apart. Kassie's boob was still out. That was perfect. They had flushed faces, their eyes so wide.
"D-Daddy," Kassie gasped.
"M-Mr. Miller," groaned Melody. Everyone used their real or stage names in porn. My husband just was Keith Miller. He didn't care who knew.
"I... I didn't know you were home, Daddy," gasped Kassie. "Did we make too much noise?"
"Just what were you two girls doing?" my husband demanded as he towered over them. "Were you kissing?"
"No, no," gasped Kassie. "I wouldn't kiss a girl. That would be wrong. I'm not a lesbian."
"No, no, I'm not a lesbian either," Melody moaned, my own lips moving along to her words. "We can prove it, Mr. Miller. We can prove that we're not lesbians."
"How?" he asked, lifting a skeptical eye.
This was the part that I loved. When my husband would fuck the porn sluts before me, my pussy melting with delight. It was like he was cuckolding me. Making me his cuckqueen. My pussy burned as Melody lunged at my husband, dragging Kassie with her.
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This was the part that my mother loves the most. Being cuckqueened by Daddy. She gets off on seeing him fuck other women under the guise of making porn. She's so wet as she watches Melody and Kassie kneel before Daddy. And he's so very hard. His big dick is just ready for those porn sluts to...
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Keith Miller
My big dick was so hard and ready for the two porn sluts to love it for the scene.
They ripped open my robe and unveiled my huge cock to their lusty eyes. My wife watched, squirming on the director's chair. She seemed to get off on me fucking other women. Like she was a cuckqueen or something.
That made this so hot as Melody grabbed my cock. She stroked it, staring up at me with her baby-blue eyes. She licked her plump, ruby lips before she engulfed my cock. I groaned at the feel of her nursing on me. She bobbed her head, sucking so hard.
"Damn," I groaned. "I guess Melody isn't a lesbian. Not if she sucks dick like that. How about you, honey? Are you a dyke, or do you want to suck daddy's dick to prove you're straight?"
"But that's incest, Daddy," she gasped, staring up at me. "That's as sinful as being a lesbian."
"Now, being a lesbian is far, far worse," I said, acting out the lines I was given. "Now, Kassie, you will suck Daddy's cock with Melody and prove you're straight."