Sara Part IIII - Sex Stories

Sara Part IIII

... you worthless fuck.” I started to leave then looked back at him. “And you’ll have to live knowing that the last time you saw your daughter was with your own cum on her fucking face you sick fuck you.” I slammed the door and walked away. That would be the last time I ever saw or spoke to that man. After my little tryst with my birth father I felt oddly better. It was like that was always something gnawing at me. Like it was a demon that needed to be confronted and after I did the weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. Fucking your biological father to get back at him may not have been the healthiest way to go about it but it worked. The rest of the week was amazing! I won a few awards, nothing major but enough to catapult my career. I met some great new people and made some contacts for future work. The real fun though happened on the last night of the convention. After winning the awards I was on a natural high and decided to try to slip into the hotel bar to celebrate even though I wasn’t 21. I expected to see a bunch of industry people there but apparently they either left early or were off doing other things because there was nobody there that I recognized. Thankfully the bartender was a fan and she just smiled and said “You look 21 to me.” And poured me a drink on the house, then another and another. I was an hour in and feeling a really good buzz going on. “Hi again.” I heard his voice coming from the side of me and when I turned I saw rather insanely ...

... handsome older man smiling at me. “We met earlier….at the convention.” He extended his hand and I shook it. His wedding ring did not go unnoticed. “I met a lot of people. Sorry, but hi.” I giggled as I felt his large hand completely covering mine. “Can I get you another drink?” “Sure. Gin and tonic.” We started conversing back and forth and he told me about himself. He was 40, married with 3 k**s and from Akron, Ohio. He was in town for a plumber’s convention which was starting the next day and he came out early to catch the porn convention. “I have to tell you, I am a huge fan of yours.” He blurted out. “Oh really? Seen a lot of my movies huh?” “You can say that. I have all of them.” He smiled at me in a way that made me melt. “I even have the JB Bangers movie.” He was referring to a movie I shot that was originally supposed to be a custom commissioned movie for some stupidly rich guy but afterwards the company tried to release them but was unable to. The JB stood for Jail Bait. It featured girls that although legal looked younger and while never mentioned any specific age we portrayed ourselves as young teens. “No way! There were only like a few of those released. How in the hell did you get one?” “I did a plumbing job for a guy and I guess he knew a guy that knew a guy. I saw he had it in his basement and I saw you on the cover and I kind of, you know….stole it.” “Awww look at you committing thievery for little o’ me.” “Like I said, I’m a huge fan.” “You know, I’ve never even ...