Case History 8

SUBJECT: Lisa G.

AGE: Sixteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Lisa is an absolutely stunning young girl with a feline quality. I noticed during our interview that there were times when she looked icredibly mature for her age, and other moments when she looked so child-like.

I am sure that is one reason Lisa is where she is now, but I'll let her talk about that.

Suffice it to say that she had long black hair that looks smooth and silky, large firm breasts and an overall figure that just seems incredible.

She was not at all reluctant to talk about herself and the things she has been getting herself involved in.

I'll tell it to you straight, doctor. You're looking at me as if you've seen my face before, and if you have, it's probably been on some movie screen in some sleazy little porn house.

That's right, doctor. I've been in a few porn films in my life. I can pass for an older girl, and that's the reason I've been allowed to make them. I know that there are some companies that use kids, but I've been working for some of the bigger porn distributors, and they wouldn't risk something like that.

I knew all my life that I came from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. My mother was a whore, and I don't even know who my father was. He was probably one of her Johns from years back.

Anyway, I knew that I was getting in the way of my mother's business, and I didn't want to do anything like that.

When I was fifteen, I decided to split. I decided to head for New York. I had been told by so many people that I should be an actress, only because of my beauty. Others said I should be a model.

I never would have guessed that I'd be working in porn.

When I left home, my mother gave me a hundred bucks to get me to the city. She really didn't want me to leave, only because I was her own flesh and blood. But I knew that was the only reason. I started hitching.

I got picked up by a few people, and almost all the men tried to come on to me. I refused. Sure, I wasn't a virgin. You can't stay a virgin when you have a mother who goes around fucking for a living, you have to realize that.

I just didn't want to run my life on my pussy like my mother.

The third day, I met this man. He seemed like your ordinary, run of the mill businessman. I hadn't slept in a couple of days, because I just kept hitching all through the night so I wouldn't waste time. This man could see how tired I was. He told me that he had a hotel reservation and asked if I'd like to stay in his room.

He had silver-black hair, and that turned me on. I told him that I would take him up on his offer, but that he shouldn't expect me to fuck him unless I wanted to. I said that I was not that kind of a girl, and he believed me.

He said his name was Drew, although I don't know if he was lying to me or not. Later on, when I tried to look him up, they said that there was no man by that name working for the company. There was nothing I could do by that point.

Anyway, Drew signed in and we went to his room. I couldn't wait to hit the shower, and I made sure that the door was locked.

It was nice to clean myself off. I made sure to put on my bra and panties before walking back into the room. I'm used to sleeping in the nude, but I wasn't going to sleep in the nude with some strange man in the room.

You see, there was only one big double bed.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Drew was naked. He had a hard-on, even though he wasn't playing with himself.

I lay down on the bed next to him and he didn't touch me at first. Then, I felt his hand moving up my thigh, toward my pussy.

"Hey, you promised that you wouldn't do that," I said to him.

"I said I wouldn't fuck you if you weren't in the mood. However, I am going to do my fucking best to try and get you in the mood."

"It won't work."

"Will this?" he asked, and he reached over and pulled a bottle of champagne off the dresser. "I called room service and had it sent up."

Drew had this incredibly beautiful body, if you want to know the truth. He was the manliest man I'd ever seen. His cock was pretty thick and long, and he was covered with a fine coat of black fur, all over his chest.

As he poured the champagne, I couldn't help but look at his cock.

We started drinking, and by the time the whole bottle of champange was finished, I was truly in the mood. It's really hard not to be when you're getting drunk and there's a naked man next to you on the bed.

As Drew started kissing me this time, I responded. I let him pull my bra off and then he kissed my nipples. I could feel his teeth biting into them, gently, and that was just making me hotter.

He slid his hand into my panties and began to finger-fuck me.

If I had only known that someone was filming this whole thing, I probably would have stopped right then and there. I wasn't an exhibitionist yet.

Drew licked me all over. Then, he got up on his knees and pulled my head over to his cock. He started to try and force himself into my mouth.

Now up until that point, I hadn't sucked too many cocks in my life. Not only that, but the dicks I did take in my mouth were nowhere near as big as the one that Drew had between his legs. I kept my teeth clenched shut.

"Come on and suck me off, you bitch," he said.

He slapped me across the face. It wasn't that hard, but it was hard enough to make me gasp. As soon as my mouth was open, he rammed his cock deep into the back of my throat. I thought that I was going to gag on it.

He started to thrust it in and out of my mouth very fast. I could feel his cdck pulsating rather fast, and I knew that he was going to come. One thing I'd always loved was the taste of come. I hated having to bring the man to that point, but I did love it when the man actually started to come.

Drew pulled a fast one on me, however, and I didn't know why for a long time.

He pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth, the second before he was going to come, then shot his white cream all over my face.

I kept my mouth open to try and take in as much as I could, but he made sure that his shooting cock head didn't enter my mouth.

I knew why about a month later when I saw myself in the film that was being made of that night. Had he come in my mouth, they never would have gotten that explicit close-up come shot. It was a truly erotic shot.

That's because my eyes were closed at the time and I did look rather pleased. I don't know why I had a pleased look, when I should have had a pissed look.

After he came on my face, I wiped the come off with my fingers and licked my fingers dry. He was eating my pussy all over again, and I know that he was doing that until he got hard.

None of that was in the final film. After he came on my face, in the film, there was a quick cut to his fucking my pussy.

But that didn't happen right away. His cock went limp for a while and he ate me until he was hard again. Once he was hard, he thrust his cock into my cunt and started to fuck me, slowly and expertly.

The only thing was that he didn't come in my cunt, either. As his cock started to pulsate hard and he moaned, he pulled out and started to shoot his white come all over my black pussy triangle. He jerked his cock like mad to shoot out every last bit of his seed, and I was into it so much by that time, too, that I yanked his balls.

It was really an okay night. However, the next day, when I woke up, he was gone. There was an envelope by the bed with two fifty dollar bills inside.

For the first few seconds, I was pretty pissed. That guy, obviously, was treating me like some kind of whore. I hated the idea of it.

But there was nothing that I could do, and I certainly wasn't just going to leave the money there for the maid to take. I might be a little proud, in some ways, but I'm not stupid. The money came in handy.

I took a train up to New York and although a couple of guys tried to pick me up, I just thought of that fuck Drew.

Thinking about him helped me to not give in to my wanting pussy and go with those guys.

I got a cheap apartment in the city, and I got this job as a waitress. I also started going around to all kinds of auditions, but shit, if you've ever been to one you must know that they treat you like cattle. That's why they're always called cattle-call auditions. I would stand there with two hundred other girls who looked pretty much like me, and that would discourage the hell out of me.

One day, I just happened to be on Forty-Second Street.

I had heard all about the slime and scum there, but I wanted to check it out for myself. When I passed one of those peep show places, I just had to go in.

As soon as I walked in, the man behind the counter smiled.

"We don't get many good looking chicks in here," he said. "None like you, anyway."

"What do you mean, like me?"

"Wejl, I'm sure that all the guys who go into booth six would love to see you when they come out. The actress in the flesh."

I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, so I walked down to booth six. I was shocked as hell when I saw the pictures from the film outside the booth. I was the actress, and Drew was the actor!

So I started making more films. What else could I do?

Once, I made it with a guy and a girl, together.

I loved every minute of it.

As he fucked me, he moved his mouth to this redhead's pussy and started to eat her. I could see her wiggling her ass, and I decided to add something to the script. If you ever see 'Hot Lusting Nymph' and you see the part where I stick my fingers into this girl's asshole and start to massage her hole, that's my own invention.

It made her go crazy. The guy fucking me started to gag on her spewing cunt juices but soon kept up with her steady flow. I could feel his cock pulsating in my pussy as he ate her juices, and I thought he was going to come soon.

I should have realized, however, that since this man made so many films before, he could come on cue. He waited until the director told him to come, then pulled his cock out of my pussy and started coming on my pussy patch.

Now that's the only thing that I hate about these movies. They always have to get the come shot on camera, and because of it, I never get a cunt full of come. I happen to love the feeling of hot come shooting deep inside of me, and I never get to feel it when I'm making a film.

I've gotten into a lot of things that I probably never would have gotten into either, had it not been for that fact that I was making a film.

For instance, last week, they finally talked me into taking it up the ass. Of course, Al had to give me three of his best downs to get me to relax enough, but once I was relaxed and the cock entered my asshole, I was ten times more relaxed.

I've also learned how to go down on a woman, and that's a lot of fun, too. Plus, I've had three cocks in me at one time. One up my ass, one up my cunt, and the third working back and forth in my mouth.

But they never come, doctor. They just never do. Not while they're inside anyway.

The actors and I have talked a lot, too, and we're all exhibitionists. The men, especially. If they weren't, they wouldn't be able to get it up. On occasion, we get a girl who isn't, and she usually has to fake orgasms. That's how you can tell when it comes to the women in stag films.