My father was the guy.
I was daddy’s little girl. As his first daughter, Daddy always wanted me to be special.
After several questionable boyfriends and an abortion, it seemed there was little that I could do to get that idea out of his head. But. I wasn’t through trying.
So, I thought, mid 1970’s, deep south, white daughter, black child (“I’m not paying for another abortion“). What could be better?
After many attempts over several months with no success, I had to come up with a backup plan. I decided an interracial film that might be seen by someone I knew could work.
8mm films were about all that was available and affordable at the time.
So, select high school athletes, a light bar, camera and mask later and there was a movie.
As I danced, the mask would conceal my identity as all of my charms were exposed. I stripped for four black guys, showing them and the camera everything I had. It was very graphic and the freedom was exciting.
I was naked, spread and exposing my insides to four young bulls who were about to be filmed breeding me. We started with oral sex, followed by several explicit internal views before having sex.
After breeding, I lay there open and leaking. There was no doubt what I looked like naked or that my swollen pussy was full of black sperm.
Then the rest of the plan came together. A girl who had worked with my boyfriend now worked for the engineering office where my father and a neighbor were employed.
Friday afternoons, the guys were known to close the office early, let the women leave and then get out a projector to watch porn. My film would be shown for my dad’s office and a dozen or so of his friends.
The guy thanked my boyfriend, asked if he wanted to sell the movie so that it could be added to the office library and asked if he had anything else of interest that could be borrowed or bought.
So, dad’s friends wanted to add me to their collection of porn. My boyfriend also told him that he might have another film of the same girl and he would check. He also said that they could keep the first film.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was next. I knew that there wasn’t another film yet. Also, dad hadn’t had a fit. So, either the mask had worked or dad had not stayed for porn that afternoon.
I was still his darling little girl for now.
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