Stardom

Season 1

Episode 2 – Lolita Games

The next day, we were eating breakfast. Mr. Gordon came in the back door and said he already got an offer.

Mom was excited and asked what it was?

He said a Lolita magazine wanted to take erotic photos of me, and this could lead to a rich career in child porn.

Dad told Mr. Gordon to come into the sitting room where they could discuss it. He told Mr. Gordon that he appreciated the offer, but this was something him and mom definitely had to talk about. He reminded my new agent that I was only 8, and taking this job would mean that his daughter would be part of an illegal industry that exploits children and has a sole cause to give men some material where they could fantasize about abusing me. It could very well destroy my life. Mom supported Dad and added if they wanted me to be a normal model or even in Hollywood that would be better.
 
Mr. Gordon sighed and told my parents they were hypocrites, whatever that meant. He told them that they knew I was fucked by the judge at the pageant, and yet they turned a blind eye to that. The fact was even if I wanted to be a Hollywood star, I would have to be a Hollywood whore and get on the good side of many directors and producers. Hollywood was a pedophile paradise, as there were thousands of parents that would sacrifice their children's body and innocence to get to the top. He looked into mom's eyes and said it was just like she done at the pageant.

Mom was now crying so my brother and I jumped up and cuddled her.

Mr. Gordon said if I wanted to be famous, I could take the Hollywood path, but I might never make it. Many children ended up as whores in a constant hope that they would be stars. This meant they had no money and were never taken seriously. He told my parents that he thought I was too pretty for Hollywood. He admitted that child erotica was taboo and even illegal. He said that there could be more money than Hollywood would give and with my sexy body and looks, I would have a good chance of being the top child porn star.., maybe of all time.

Kieran asked what a porn star was, only to be told to be quiet.

Mr. Gordon went and mom could not stop crying. She admitted she knew that I was fucked by the judge and wanted to kill him when she saw his sperm flowing down my legs. The problem is that she gave me to him and told me to do what he said. She could not stop thinking about it since. She looked at me and hugged me so hard that I nearly could not breathe. She was saying I was only 8 and I was abused and for what? I was abused so I could come home with a trophy and some money. Mom told me she would love if I was famous, but if I was to do it, I would have to do it the right way. I would have to be famous because I had talent, not my ability to spread my legs.

Kieran and I went to his room to let my parents use words they wanted.  I did not understand what they were talking about. How would I be a whore? What exactly is porn? Why did they always talk about the judge fucking me? This was so embarrassing. I was beginning to understand what a slut was, as I felt naked and exposed when they talked so much about it. The funny thing is they did not ask me how I felt about being fucked or people reminding me all the time about it. Kieran was also confused. He asked me if I was famous and if I was a whore. I said no to both of them and went to my room to hide.
 
I looked at a DVD film in my room. It was about a girl that was riding a pony. I saw her in many films. She was very famous and always wore pretty dresses and smiled when the press took pictures of her. It looked like everyone liked her. I bet her parents were proud of her and didn’t fight all the time. I remembered mom's face when I won the pageant; she was so happy and proud of me. I was so confused when I won, but at least mom was proud of me. Like so many others, I thought it would be great to be famous, with the whole world loving me.

I got my first taste of fame in the weeks after. The newspapers and local media were full of my pageant win. I read everything a few times. It was so fun reading how pretty and talented I was. People didn’t believe how pretty I was and how good I was at singing. Some were saying that I had a great future. Someone even put a video of me on YouTube. The one of me with a ribbon around my chest was taken down because YouTube said it was inappropriate. Maybe it was because I was not wearing panties under the torn shorts, and the video showed a glimpse of my pussy lips. It was seen by 400,000 people. The video of me with a bikini was seen by more than a million! I felt like everyone in the world seen me.

Mom told Mr. Gordon that I would be famous, but it will be my talent that done it and not selling my body or letting others lust over it. Mom told him she saw comments of me on YouTube and what some people said in the media. She said they spoke of me like I was some bimbo slut, and pedophiles on YouTube wrote what they would do with me. She made a mistake once of letting a man fuck me and she would not do it again.

A few weeks after the pageant, dad was tucking me in bed like he usually done. He asked me did I really want to be famous? I smiled and said of course I did. I wanted to smile and have pretty dresses and have lots of fans. Dad smiled and said there would be a price to pay, as part of being famous. People would like to play games with me. The judge at the pageant played the game with me. My dad whispered in my ear that my body was meant to help me be a success in life, and this meant playing games. However, these games must be a secret, especially from mom, that suddenly cared about saving her soul.

Games?

I knew what games he wanted as his hands went under my sheet and started to lift my nightdress. He wasted no time in feeling my chests moaning that they were so flat and soft. His hands went down to my pussy, and I closed my legs as he wanted to touch my pussy. He whispered that it was a game and part of being famous. My mind went back to sex with the judge and Mr. Gordon. Dad must be right. Maybe I had to let men play games with me. With dad it was different. He was not an agent or a judge. When I looked at him, I felt something special. He was cute and I liked him a lot... a lot... so I spread my legs and let him play with my clit and finger me a bit. He was breathing so hard and his finger was shaking as he said how cute I was and how soft and sexy my pussy was. He said my pussy was that of a goddess. He lowered his head and started licking it. At first, I thought it was strange but then it was like the feelings spread across my whole body. Each lick was like an electricity bolt and I could hardly breathe. He whispered between licks that it was just a game. I begged him not to stop and held his head as close to my pussy as possible. After a bit, I started shaking all over as every muscle in my body was part of an orgasm. Dad smiled and then I could see some guilt, as he rushed from my room whispering that he was sorry.

The next day, Dad told Mr. Gordon he would say no to the Lolita magazine. He said my mom did not want her daughter as a sex object. However, dad said I could model. He did a bit of research and seen many non-nude sites of girls on the net. My dad whispered that they seemed very suggestive and it could be a better way, as he is a photographer and he could keep all the money and have full control. Mr. Gordon like the idea and would get a pay site set up.

I was excited, and even mom was excited once again!

The first photo session was me pretending to come home from school. I was wearing a light blue dress with some lace. It was a party dress and so pretty. I had light blue ribbons in my hair. I walked through the door as dad told me what to do. I could hear a lot of clicks as I first walked around the room and ended up in my bed. I did every sort of pose and it was quite fun doing the poses that dad told me to. The hardest was to smile as I was concentrating. At times I didn’t feel like it was work, like when I was playing with a teddy on the bed.  Then dad told me to take off the dress. I told him people would see my panties!

He tried to console me by saying only a few people and none of them that I knew. He assured me that all models did it. I remembered mom was in panties when she was a child model. I slowly took off the dress. At least I had a sports bra on. I continued playing on the bed, while once in a while dad was telling me to spread my legs. He also liked when I was on my tummy as he said it showed my sexy bum. He also liked when I was on my hands and knees, but he told me to lift my bum.

Afterward, he sat on my bed and told me how sexy I was. I climbed on his lap and we started to kiss as his hands were all over my body. He reminded me it was a game and not to tell mom. I thought it was a strange game, especially when his hand went under my panties and rubbed my pussy. I was breathing hard and thought does my friends play these games? Does he play the same games with my brother?  He managed to take a few pictures of his hand down my panties. I stopped protesting when he said it was only for him. I was about to have an orgasm again when I heard mom's voice. Dad told me to put some clothes on and see what she wanted.

I quickly put on some shorts and went out. Mom was a bit shocked when she saw me in a sports bra. This made me blush but I promised not to talk about the games we played. I explained it was because I was changing my dress and didn’t think. I looked and seen an old priest sitting and drinking some tea. The priest looked at me and seemed a bit uneasy when he saw me. I smiled and sat and looked at him. Mom wanted him to be a spiritual counselor for me. He started by saying that I am extremely pretty, almost like a doll. He went on and on about that we also need to be pretty on the inside. He told me that mom told of her sin that she let the judge fuck me. The priest tried to explain that it was a big mistake, as I was too young for it, and I had to find it in my heart to forgive mom. He explained that we all experienced bad things and we had to pray for strength to continue and move on. Then he shook my hand and said he will visit me again.

I sighed when he went. I wondered why I should forgive my mom. The judge played a game with me, as did Mr. Morgan and Dad. I suspected that all girls played games but we were not allowed to talk about it. So why did I need to forgive? Why was it a sin? It was embarrassing to be seen naked and sometimes the games hurt, but I made men happy!

Dad took many photos of me in different clothes. He always did it when mom was not there. The clothes were normal and were clothes that I had. Sometimes I would just be in my underwear, but no one could see anything private. This was good as think if someone saw my privates and they knew me.

I wonder what the priest would do if he saw me naked?

Dad was feeling me one evening when mom was at a prayer group at Church. He was worried at the sudden changes in mom. I could not really answer as he was feeling my pussy, pushing his finger in and out. He took out his cock and let me play with it. I liked rubbing and squeezing and seeing I grow. It was like magic. He told me that my website had 27 sets of pictures, and I was listed as number 29 in the child model site. I wanted to be number one, but dad said that this will be extremely hard to do, as some girls are far sluttier in pictures. He said I would have to be more seductive and make people want to play games with me when they saw me. He showed a girl that was topless, and she was pulling her panties out. I couldn't see her pussy, but it looked like she wanted us to see it, or at least tell us it was there.

Dad told me that he needed more of me. He asked me if we could play a new game. He asked me to suck him. This was not a new game, but I smiled and slowly kissed the top of it over and over again. I was rubbing his cock back and forth as I was kissing it. This was driving him crazy and he took the back of my head and put his cock in. I gagged at first but then got into the routine of sucking his cock. It was a game, and despite I still was getting used to swallowing it, it made me smile that Dad was happy. It was also funny when he called me a cocksucker.

It was after a few days that dad took me down to the studio he had in his basement. Mom was baking and said we could eat some cake when we were done. Dad gave me a bikini to put on. He told me to remember to seduce the camera. Say to the men who are masturbating while they look at my pictures that I want to play games with them

Masturbating?

I smiled and squirmed around on a mattress, spreading my legs, then turning and twisting in every way. I smiled at the camera as if I wanted to tell the man looking on the picture that we could play games. I wondered if one of them was the priest. I went on my hands and knees and so the camera got a side view of me. As something new, I lifted my sports bra so my nipple showed. I also stretched my panties out so the men would imagine looking down them. I laughed when I heard dad moan when I lowered my panties but stopped so the camera didn’t see my pussy. Dad was very happy about the photo session.

I was worn out after the photo shoot but Dad was so excited. He told me he never knew an 8-year-old could be so sexy. He told me to look at how hard his cock was. I smiled at him. Then his hands were all over my body. I tried telling him that I was too tired and I wanted to eat the cake that mom made. He was now taking off my bikini and his voice changed as he was telling me it was just a secret game. I looked at the ceiling as he rubbed my pussy, and getting the insides wet. Then he leaned over me and pushed his cock in my pussy. His cock was not as big as Mr. Gordon’s, but it did hurt at the start. It seemed like he did not care as he plunged in and out of my pussy. It started to feel good and then very good because it was my Dad that was fucking me. I was moaning and groaning. He called me a slut and a cum dump and moaned that I would make him rich. After pounding my pussy for some time, he filled me up with his sperm.
 
His voice was back to normal. I wanted him to say thank you for giving my body to him. I wanted him to say that he loves me. He did not say either of those things. He was washing my pussy, trying to get rid of all the evidence and putting my panties on and nightdress. I tried being sarcastic by thanking him for fucking me. He just smiled and said it was a fun game. This was the Dad that was mad that I only wore my panties after a bath a few weeks beforehand. Now I was his slut.

Mom's cake tasted nice, but I did not say much. It was my brother that was doing most of the talking. I was just glad mom did not see my panties that were wet with sperm.
Dad did not tuck me in bed that night.

The next day, Dad asked me to go over to Mr. Gordan's house, as he had some statistics about my web page. Mr. Gordon gave me some papers and asked me if I was sad? I told him that I was showing lots of skin on pictures and seducing men to play games with me. I would never be a film star or singer; people will just want to fuck me.

“I told you that you are far too pretty to be a film star or singer. There is a possibility that this will happen. But you need to get noticed, and what better way to get noticed by everyone that knows how sexy you are”  He explained I was being noticed now. Indeed on many chat sites and forums, people are talking about me, asking who is Victoria, can we see more of her? He said there was a huge demand that I will be a child porn star. I will be as famous as if I was in Hollywood.”

I nodded, believing what he said was the only way.

Then he started feeling my body and told me to give him a blowjob. I went on my knees and put his cock in my mouth. I knew by now that the secret was to swirl my tongue and lick the cock while it was in my mouth. I also knew that I should use my cheeks, so the cock felt very good.

Mr. Gordon felt good. He explained further that sometimes girls were made as whores. They were not born to be president or be an executive in some company. They were born to be child porn stars, to make men rich and to use their body. I should be thankful anytime a man wanted to use my body. He was convinced that I was born a whore. He said this as his cum filled my mouth and I slowly swallowed it.

That night I cried and cried. I didn’t want to be a whore. Why couldn’t Mia, a pretty girl from my class be one? Maybe she was. I wanted to ask my friends if they also were whores, or if they played games with their dads and other men? Did God love me so much that he made me a whore?

Mom came in to tuck me in bed. She asked why her child star model was crying. I wanted to tell her everything, but she would think it was all her fault. I lied and said I had an argument with Mia. Mom kissed me on the forehead and said Mia is just jealous that I was becoming more and more famous. She said I am really helping the family. Dad did not have to work so much anymore. Then mom suggested that we pray. She said I would never be alone as God was on my side and I could ask him for anything.

How could I? God created me as a whore!

A few days later, Dad told me we would be doing a photo session in nature. So we drove out to the woods to a discreet place. He was driving with one hand and his other hand was now going further and further up my thigh. Within no time, he had my panties down and was feeling my pussy. I didn’t mind now. The cry I had the night before and the talk I had with Mr. Gordon helped me realize why I was born.  I had to make the best of it

We found a secluded spot in the woods and dad told me to start to pose around a tree. I did as he told me and was thinking it was a lovely day. He told me to start to strip. I once again did everything he said and posed the same way as I done in my bedroom and Dads studio. It was not that comfortable on my hands and knees as I was hoping no one would go by. What would they think of me being very seductive in nature?

What would Mom say?

What would the priest say?

Dad told me to get naked. I looked at him and had a big question mark on my face. Dad simply asked how fast do I want to be famous? He told me I would be standing sideways to the camera so my pussy would not be seen. People would know I was naked but would not be allowed yet, as they had to see more sets of pictures. I did as Dad told me and I was naked. He told me to stand and look away from the camera. People could see my butt, but they could not see my pussy. Being naked in nature was both strange and gave me tickles. I could also hear Dads voice change to the voice he has when we play games.

I jumped when I heard a voice. It was a fat policeman asking what was going on?

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