My Dad the Pornstar and Me by ccphilly

“Oh daddy,” Shana said seductively. “I want to feel your cum on me.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” I heard dad say as he kept his eyes closed while fucking Shana.

“You pathetic loser,” Shana said, looking over at me.

“Yes mistress.”

“My stud’s getting ready to cum, are you ready?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Remember what I told you?”

“Yes mistress.” (She had told me nothing)

“Yeah… Oh yeah!” she sighed. “He’s going to spray me with his cum and you’re going to clean it up.”

I said nothing.

“I said you’re going to clean it up!” she hissed.

Vince emerged from behind dad still pumping away and looked at me with anger.

“Yes mistress,” I whimpered.

Dad let out a big roar as he pulled out of her. Leaning over her, he ejaculated a few long streams of semen onto her torso and fake tits as he cried out like he hadn’t cum in weeks. And, as depressed as he’d been, that was probably true.

The cameras came in close as he spilled his seed onto Shana. This was indeed a money-shot.

I was painfully rock-hard and throbbing in the chastity cup as Shana lifted up her hand, motioning me to come over. Briefly my eyes met dad’s as he stood up and walked away. I hope he would keep his back turned as I did what I had to do for the much-needed thousand bucks.

“Clean it all up, all of it. You hear me?” she said.

“Yes mistress.”

“How bad can this be after all I’d seen,” I thought as I lowered myself onto her torso, the camera following me. I reached out my tongue as the smell of sweat, sex and his semen filled my senses.

On one hand, I wanted to walk away as my tongue made contact with the salty taste of the seed that made me. This was not something Kelly or Vince said I had to do, but at this point, I was a robot. I licked the thick white liquid up and into my mouth as Shana commanded me to do a good job and leave not a drop behind.

“Yes mistress,” was all I could say in between swallowing one batch and the going back down for more, cleaning up all the mess he’d left behind.

When it was all over and Vince said ‘cut’, I looked up and around. Dad was gone. Shana pushed me aside as she got up and left. The camera crew, indifferent as always, also started to pack up. I freed myself from the chastity cup from hell and got dressed.

“Nice job,” Vince said, walking over to me with an envelope containing the promised thousand dollars.

“That couldn’t have been easy but you did great,” he said. “We’ll call you again soon.”

I walked out of the studio and up the dark hallway to the reception area. The place was totally quiet now and I didn’t know what to think of myself and what had just happened.

As I pushed open the door into the California afternoon sunshine, I saw dad ahead, leaned up against the side of my car. There was no way to avoid him so I might as well do it now.

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to him.

“Hey,” he said back.

“Well,” he said. “That was awkward to say the least.”

I looked away, embarrassed.

“How much did you make?” he asked.

“One thousand,” I replied. “How about you?”

“Five thousand,” he said.

We were both in another world, uncomfortable with each other but knowing we had to pull ourselves together.

“Brad,” he said.

I just looked at him.

“Let’s not speak about this ever again. O.K.?”

“O.K. dad.”

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