I was scouted

A matter of luck that by body 900, I was scouted. A “modeling gig” was what was talked about at the bar where he found me, but it soon became clear that it was porn production. My massive tits were a niche that I could fill. Soon I’d be paid to have men stuff their cocks into my breasts as I dirty talked about how big they are and how good it felt.

I played as these men’s step-moms, their girlfriend’s moms, their step-daughters, their maids, their secretaries, their teachers. They were rough and callous with me. But I had accepted my position as a fuckdoll. I appreciated when my costar wasn’t a man. Women were more gentle and when a trans woman entered me it was done with a care that I was not otherwise shown. But these were rare occurrences.

My tits are considered too big for the general audience. But I do have a niche following of fans. It’s comfortable that way since neither my work nor my family know about my side hustle. I’ll have to keep it that way. Before we switched phones, I told my agent that I got a new phone number and then blocked him on that prior phone. I’ll have to live a double life.

You have a second career as a niche pornstar. Your daughter will attend your first career, but you’ll have to go to the studio as yourself.