In a corner of the living room, the afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting dancing shadows over the furniture. Sofia, with her arms crossed and a look of disappointment, faced the man who should have been her refuge but instead felt like almost a stranger.
“You’re always out, working on your movies,” Sofia said with a trembling voice, holding back tears. “You’re never here when I need you.”
The father, his shirt still smelling of the previous night, ran a hand through his hair, tired and defensive.
“Do you think this is easy for me?” he retorted, his voice laden with frustration. “Everything I do, I do for you. Do you think I want to be out there night after night? It’s so you can go to college, so you can have a better future than mine.”
Sofia shook her head, disbelief mingling with pain.
“But I don’t want a future without my father!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in desperation. “I want you here, to see me grow, to be part of my life.”
The man paused, the tension on his face softening for a moment, but soon the mask of hardness returned.
“You think this is what I want?” His voice cracked slightly. “But the reality is that someone has to make sacrifices. And if my sacrifice is not seeing you grow up so that you can have better opportunities, then it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”
Sofia, with a broken heart and mind full of resentment, took a step back.
“You don’t understand,” she whispered before spinning on her heels and running towards the door. “I don’t understand why you have to sacrifice our relationship for something I don’t even know what it is.”
With those words, she left the house, leaving behind not only the echo of their argument but also the love she once felt for her father, now clouded by hate and misunderstanding.
A year had passed since that day of discord. Sofia, having left behind books and college classrooms, was now walking to her first job in an industry she had never considered in her youth. Life’s circumstances had brought her to this point, where the desire for independence and the need to find her own path had pushed her to explore the world of adult films.
The script in her hands described a scene where she, along with three young men, would participate in an act of collective desire; a choreography of pleasures that included passionate kisses, intimate caresses, and would culminate with her accepting the full surrender of her scene partners, in a demonstration of abandonment and passion. The surprise in the script was the unexpected return of her husband, who, instead of interrupting, would join the act, turning the scene into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations.
Upon arriving at the casting location, a modest house turned into a studio, she was greeted with a disapproving look for her tardiness. However, the crew didn’t waste time; immediately, a group of makeup artists took her by the arms and led her to a chair. With speed and precision, they placed a wig on her that dramatically changed her appearance, added temporary tattoos in strategic places, and painted beauty marks on her cheek and breasts, transforming her into an entirely different, almost unrecognizable vision.
She was introduced to the three young men she would share the scene with, each looking at her with curiosity and anticipation. They prepared her for the initial take, positioning her right at the entrance of the house, where the evening light bathed her figure, creating a perfect contrast for the camera. The sexual tension was palpable, every look and gesture a prelude to what was to come.
The door opened, revealing an interior lit by strategic lights and the glow of cameras. Sofia, along with the three young men, entered the set, pretending to have just returned from a party. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, with the technical crew observing every move, managing lights and cameras, all witnesses to the scene about to unfold.
With coordinated movements, the young men began to undress her, their nimble fingers undoing buttons and zippers. Sofia’s clothes fell to the ground, each piece quickly picked up by members of the film crew, ensuring nothing interrupted the flow of the shot. They ascended the stairs, cameras following closely, capturing every moment of uninhibition. The garments piled up along the way, marking their ascent towards the climax of the scene.
Upon reaching the bedroom upstairs, Sofia was completely naked, her skin exposed under the soft light. There, in the center of the room, she began to explore the bodies of the young men with her lips and hands, an act of surrender reciprocated when one of them leaned in to return the favor, their mouths meeting in a dance of desire.
In her mind, Sofia struggled to forget the cameras, the cables, the lights, and the gazes. She focused on the sensations, on the warmth of the bodies against hers, on the caresses and sighs. She began to feel an unexpected comfort, a sense of liberation. She decided that to perform well, to immerse herself in the character and enjoy, she had to set aside the awareness of being watched, allowing herself to be just a woman in the midst of pleasure, regardless of the surroundings.
In the days leading up to the casting, Sofia had diligently prepared her body, using two dildos daily for a week, training for the moment of double penetration that was now becoming reality. The two young men aligned themselves, one exploring her interior with a precision that filled her with intense sensations, while the other entered from behind, creating a symphony of pleasure and fullness. The third, not missing a beat, filled her mouth with his manhood, consuming all the spaces of her being with an intensity that left her breathless.
The climax came like an unstoppable wave, their bodies tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm, until the release of each one of them filled her completely, their essences mixing in an act of total surrender. The director, with his firm voice, called “Cut!”, pausing the scene to prepare for the next.
When “Action!” was heard again, a new actor started up the stairs, a mature-looking man around 57 years old, playing Sofia’s husband. She, in her role, exclaimed it was her husband, and the young men, quickly aware of the situation, hurried to get dressed and leave the room.
The actor, with a wig that barely concealed his identity, stood stunned at the scene, but without a word, he approached Sofia. He took her by the legs, positioning her at an angle that allowed him to lick her intimacy, now soaked with the fluids of the three young men. In her flawless performance, Sofia began to whisper “I love you, I love you,” her voice laden with a mix of guilt and desire.
The man, now naked, sat at the edge of the bed, and Sofia, with a grace that seemed drawn from a dream, positioned herself over him, her figure moving with an elegance that contrasted with the rawness of the moment. His member, large and firm, fascinated her, his hands on her awakening sensations she hadn’t anticipated. In a moment of cunning, Sofia whispered a question, seeking his name without the crew noticing, and he, with a voice that vibrated in her soul, responded: “I’m Jack.”
Hearing that voice and that name, a shiver ran through Sofia, leaving her motionless for a moment. Jack, with a strength that blended tenderness and desire, turned her, placing her face down, and began to penetrate her again, this time from behind, his soft voice asking for her name. Sofia, with wit, avoided revealing hers. With a subtle movement, she turned her head to confirm her suspicion, and beneath the makeup, in the depth of those eyes, she recognized her father. She quickly averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact, her heart beating with a mix of horror and forbidden excitement.
Jack, as he moved with a steady and deep rhythm, brought his lips close to Sofia’s ear, his voice a whisper only she could hear amidst the moans and the sound of their bodies united.
“What brings you to this world of adult films, my sweet child?” he asked, his warm breath against her skin.
Sofia, with her voice broken by pleasure, answered:
“It’s, it’s to save for college. I need, I need the money.”
Jack, moving with a precision that only experience could provide, whispered back:
“In this world, you’ll do very well. I’ve never felt such, such perfect intimacy, so sweet and soft as yours.”
She, in the midst of a moan, managed to praise:
“And you, your way of, of moving, it’s incredible. I feel like… like you’re filling me in a way I’ve never experienced before.”
They changed positions, Sofia taking control, mounting him with a grace that seemed to contradict the rawness of the act. Jack, with his hands exploring the softness of her breasts, continued:
“How long have you been in this industry?”
Sofia, with a rhythm that was increasing, asked:
“And you? How long have you been here?”
Jack, with a smile that didn’t show on camera, responded:
“Since my daughter was born. I started to be able to pay for her studies. I’ve already saved enough so that, when I go back home, I can help her with that.”
The director, watching the scene, gave an order:
“More wild, Sofia! Show us that unleashed passion.”
Sofia, following the instruction, began to move with a controlled ferocity, her movements now broader, more intense, her body responding to each command with a precision that only a consummate performance could offer.
They changed positions once more; Sofia lay on her side on the bed, and Jack positioned himself behind her. He penetrated her with a precision that made each movement send waves of pleasure through her body. Sofia’s moans became wild, her voice echoing in the room as her father, without recognizing her, brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
The director, observing the intensity of the moment, ordered them:
“Kiss!”
As their lips met in a passionate kiss, Sofia felt an excitement that transcended the physical, her performance astonishing the film crew. Her emotion was authentic, palpable, making everyone on set feel the electricity of the moment.
In the midst of the act, Jack whispered in her ear, his words hidden from the cameras:
“I want to see you after we finish shooting. I’d like to get to know you better. I love your body, your taste, I’m fascinated by everything I feel. You have a perfect intimacy; it makes me want to have you for myself in a more private place.”
Sofia, with her breath catching, responded:
“I don’t think that’s possible, enjoy me this time because you won’t see me like this again.”
“Why?” he insisted, his curiosity mixed with desire.
She did not reply, her body responding with a climax that surprised everyone present, her cry of pleasure echoing in the room. Jack, still inside her, sought his own relief, but the director intervened:
“Sofia, get off and finish him!”
She positioned herself over him, now lying face down, and began to work on his member with her mouth and hands, her eyes locked on his.
“You seem so familiar to me,” Jack murmured, his voice laden with a strange nostalgia. “I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
Sofia, with an enigmatic smile, continued her task, her gaze saying more than her words. Her performance, her dedication to each movement, was a blend of art and desire, leaving Jack on the edge of the precipice, each caress a step closer to his inevitable climax.
Sofia, feeling the tension in Jack’s body, whispered amidst moans:
“Why don’t you reach your climax? Come once and for all, let’s end this sin.”
Jack, confused and aroused, asked with a strained voice:
“What do you mean by sin?”
“You don’t want to know,” Sofia responded, her gaze fixed on him, her rhythm unrelenting. “Just ejaculate, fill me with semen, and let’s finish this.”
Jack, with a mix of desperation and desire, offered:
“I’ll promise to ejaculate if you grant me a date after we leave here.”
Sofia, with a mix of curiosity and provocation, asked:
“And where would you take me? To eat pistachio ice cream?”
Jack smiled, adding:
“That’s my daughter’s favorite flavor too.”
Sofia, with a whisper that cut through the air, said:
“It still is, Dad.”
At that moment, reality struck Jack like lightning. He recognized his daughter not only in her words but in the shine of her eyes, in every curve of her body that now revealed itself so familiar. The strange sensation of awe, horror, and desire mixed in an emotional whirlwind as she continued her act, her eyes holding his in a silent pact of acknowledgment and secrecy.
With those tumultuous thoughts, Jack reached his climax, his release as intense as the discovery of the truth, his semen spilling in an act that was both the conclusion and the beginning of something unimaginable. Sofia, feeling the warmth and weight of his ejaculation, murmured with a mix of tenderness and defiance:
“Thank you, Dad. Now, let’s both go home. We could do this daily.”
