Alejandro was dreaming of his beautiful, gorgeous Lucinda. Her pretty plump lips were wrapped around his dick and she was giving him the very best blowjob of his life. And the glorious Juana was stroking his balls, waiting jealously for her turn at that tasty cock. But reality was beginning its slow intrusion into his mind. Lucinda, he sadly remembered, was far, far away. She was twenty years ago in another country. And Juana had fled to the States years ago.
But Alejandro had fled to the States himself not too long after that. And with that memory, he came fully awake. He opened his eyes to see Lucinda's daughter Bellarosa with his dick in her mouth. Her eyes were twinkling brightly with fun and delight. She released him long enough to say, "Good morning, Papa!" Then she returned to sucking his cock.
He fell back on the pillow and let her continue. It was a wonderful way to start the morning. With a daughter like Bellarosa, every day was Father's Day and breakfast in bed was a load of hot, fresh cum she sucked out of his balls through his cock.
"Did I ever tell you of my sister Juana?" he asked, still affected by the nostalgia brought on by his dreams.. "You're one of the few I can tell. She taught me how to eat a pussy. She made me practice on her for hours and hours on end, then she started bringing other girls home so I could improve my techniques on them.
"Juana would –oh God, that feels good- she would coach me as I ate these girls out. She would point and say, 'lick here,' or tell me to try and push my tongue inside. Sometimes, she would push my head out of the way and demonstrate what she wanted me to do."
Alejandro was trying to distract himself, to hold off the moment of orgasm. But Bellarosa had gotten too good at sucking cock. And she knew exactly how to please her father. Alejandro could no longer concentrate on the long-ago erotic lessons of his sister Juana when his daughter's tongue was swirling around the crown of his dick right here and now. She was humming lightly, causing vibrations to buzz against the sensitive flesh. She tickled the hairs on his balls, and stroked him up and down with her fingers.
Alejandro tried to hold back. He was a professional. It was his job to come when and where the director wanted him to. But Bellarosa was an artist and he was at her mercy. She had decided to make him come quickly, and she was not going to be denied. When it was clear that he could resist no longer, Alejandro grabbed his daughter's face and thrust his cock deep into her mouth, shooting blasts of fresh cum down her eager throat.
She moaned her acceptance of his gift. "Mmmm-hmmmm. Mmmm-hmmm. Mmmm-hmmm"
And Alejandro groaned his joy as he unloaded on her tongue. "Ohhhhh God. Ohhhhh God. Ohhhhhhhh Go-ha-ha-hod."
Bellarosa held him lovingly in her lips until he was drained. They weren't on set right now. There was no need to show her mouthful of semen to the camera. Without any fuss or ceremony, she simply swallowed down her Papa's babymakers, sending her delicious little brother and sister wannabes to digest in her tummy, a nice little protein shake to start the morning right.
Bellarosa let the dick slip out of her mouth and got up off the bed. There was a gloating smile on her face as she informed him "Four minutes, forty-seven seconds. I win again. You'll never make ten minutes. I promise."
"I have played this game with many, many little sluts who thought they could best me. Your winning streak will not continue. You put me at a disadvantage by starting before I wake up. Some might call it cheating."
"And some might say that old, decrepit men who can barely get it up in the first place might have an advantage in taking forever to come."
"Fuck you, you little cunt. I can pop a log anytime, anywhere."
But Bellarosa was done playing. The day was begun and she was eager to get started. "Hurry up, Papa! We can't be late. You're directing me in a scene with the new guy today. I hope he's not ugly."
The boy was not at all ugly. Alejandro had personally recruited him, knowing how good he would look in front of a camera. He strongly suspected the new guy would be a natural in this business, if he could be talked into entering it.
Ninety minutes later, shaved and showered, he stood in front of David's door and knocked. Bellarosa was already waiting at the studio. Jill was teaching her how to use the cameras and the editing suites to give her more options in the industry. She would be shooting with David as soon as Alejandro got him to the set. David just didn't know it yet.
The door opened and that handsome face appeared from behind it, scowling and irritated, but still gorgeously male. "Look," he said. "I think I've changed my mind. This whole thing makes me a little uncomfortable."
His mom wanted him to be a porn star, for some bizarre reason. But he was trying hard to resist this path. She had arranged this tour with her friend Alejandro, hoping her son would be unable to resist its lures. He wasn't sure how his mom knew this man, and didn't want to think about it too closely. His inability to even discuss the topic with her had led to this moment.
"My dear son," she had explained to him the night before, "You are the light of my life and my very reason for being, but you are not the sharpest knife in the drawer, I'm afraid."
He had tried again to apologize for the extra years it had taken him to finish high school, but she would not hear of it.
"My boy, I do not blame you for your lack of brains. There is a streak of stupidity that runs in this family and you are simply a victim of bad genes."
He had explained that his jeans were perfectly fine, and that the streak on them was not stupidity but ketchup from when he forgot to get a paper plate for his sandwich. She had given him a sad, fond look and continued her lecture.
"The one thing you seem to be truly good at is fucking girls."
"Mom!" he had protested.
"You try to hide your sexual activities from me, but you are not brilliant, my son. For future reference, there is no mail service at two o'clock on Sunday morning delivered by two girls in their underwear, 19-year-old physics professors do not tutor busboys in the shower, and saving somebody from choking is not called the 'Heinrich Maneuver,' nor is it performed by probing a girl's tonsils with your penis."
Embarrassed, David had been unable to think of a way to defend himself from her assault. All he could say was, "I'm sorry."
"I don't want you to be sorry. You have a talent. Girls like your dick. There's a way to make that into a career. Alex Rivera, the porn star, will be coming by tomorrow to take you on a tour of a studio that produces porn movies. If you're smart, or if you hire someone who's smart, you could star in a few movies, and invest some money toward your future."
David didn't want to be a porn star. He wasn't sure why exactly, but it wasn't supposed to be a good thing. Porn stars were bad people. They were like Republicans or cab drivers or landlords, people who did bad things but not bad enough to go to jail. He also didn't like his mom knowing that he was having sex. That was embarrassing. But he hadn't been able to think of a way to get out of the plans she'd made.
"We're just touring the studio," Alejandro assured him. "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
David had already agreed to this, so despite his misgivings, he allowed himself to be talked into the tour. And Alejandro assumed that much of the boy's reluctance would evaporate once he saw the sights. There were very few heterosexual males who would not jump at the chance to visit a porn studio.
If David's mother hadn't arranged this, he would probably be more enthusiastic. A boy doesn't like his mother to get him girls. And he doesn't like his mother to know when his dick is hard. His dick was likely to be hard most of this day and his mother would certainly be aware of that. Alejandro remembered the day his own mother took him on a tour of the brothel she owned. For David, this was probably similar.
