Sara Part IIII - Sex Stories

Sara Part IIII

Four days after Mark fucked me I shot my first scene. By the end of the week I had done 10 by the end of the first year I had done well over 150 and had developed a reputation for taking really big dicks and for rough sex. I wasn’t mega-star status but I was pretty damn close so when I got the call asking me to rep the production company at the upcoming Adult Video Awards in Las Vegas it was hard to say no. The fact that I was also up for several awards might have had something to do with it as well though. The first few hours of the show was pretty mundane. It was myself and a couple of other girls standing around a booth, dressed rather slutty, and meeting/greeting fans. As the day wore on and more and more guys came up to me to tell me how much they loved my “work” I was really starting to get into it and I was thinking of how I could see myself doing this long term. Then it happened. “Sara?” the voice was vaguely familiar but really made me turn to look was the fact that someone was using my real name and not my stage name, Megan Mynor. Megan was my middle name and Mynor was a nod to the fact that even though I had grown 2 inches and my tits had gotten a little bigger I still looked young. “Dad?” it was almost a whisper as I saw him standing there. My dad, not my Daddy. Not the man that took care of me and showed me some form of love and affection when I needed it most but instead it was the man that had abandoned me all those years ago. My biological father. “Oh I am so ...

... happy to see you baby.” He moved in fast and hugged me tight and almost immediately a security guard pulled him away. “Step back.” His voice boomed. “It’s OK John, I know him.” John, the security guard, stepped back but kept a watchful eye. “Dad, what are you doing here?” “I delivered some of the displays and such for the awards. I saw your picture and had to see if it was really you, my babygirl.” “Look, I can’t really talk right now. Not about this.” “I’ll be here all night. I’m parked out in the back lot. If you get the chance I would love to talk to you.” “I’ll try, OK?” “OK. Wow, my little girl is all grown up.” He smiled and I wanted to scream at him that I wasn’t his “little girl” anymore. Hadn’t been since he abandoned me, instead I turned away and he disappeared into the crowd. I tried not to think about my run with my father and after a while I was able to get back into the spirit of the event. I met fans, flirted with both men and women, took a ton of pictures and just basically enjoyed myself. Eventually though the first night came to an end and I started wondering what he could possibly have to say to me. What I would say to him….I kept on wondering about that even as I was knocking at the door of his semi truck. “Sara! I’m glad you came.” He smiled as he opened the door and I climbed up into the cab. I sat in silence as he talked and I started thinking to myself that maybe I should just forgive and forget. What he did was inexcusable but I had moved on. My life ...