Sara s Surrender Part 5 I m a Filthy Slut
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Notes From A Filthy 90s Teenager.... free porn video
Back when I was a dirty teenager in the late 90s
As a teenager I was always extremely horny. I mean I had it real bad, I used to have to go and wank my pussy in the toilets at school during the day, I'd been raiding my dad's porn stash for years, and increasingly I was beginning to tease men on the train on my way to school, by opening my legs up wide and letting them see my white knickers.
Perhaps it wasn't surprising that I was a horny little bitch. My parents were constantly going at it, I could hear them fucking from my room all the time. I used to listen to them and frig my young little cunt with my hairbrush. Basically, I was getting to the stage that to get off they needed to be dirtier and dirtier, I needed to feel like a really nasty slut to make myself cum. Which is maybe why I latched on to the ultimate taboo of all, wanking over my daddy.
I'd always suspected that my dad let me look at his porn by tacit agreement. He wouldn't try very hard to hide his magazines, my favourites were always the ones with readers wives, or Razzle or basically ones where the women looked filthy, and you could tell how much they loved it. Special treat though was when the new Barely Legal came out. I'd let my dad have it for a few days and then I'd sneak it out of his room. Fuck, I'd be wet with anticipation all day at school waiting to open it, knowing that my dirty old dad had been wanking his cock over young girls like me. I'd keep the magazine for a few days and then put it back, after I'd sufficiently licked and rubbed my pussy against my the best spots of the magazines. So, as the only c***d in the house after my brother had gone to uni, I was pretty sure that my dad knew what I was up to.
I also used to phone up the sex chat lines and talk absolute filth to the women on the other end. I never lasted very long, just a few words like 'tell me what a dirty whore you are' and I'd be cumming loudly down the phone. I always thought that they were surprised to hear a girl, and I wondered if it turned any of them on. Anyway, they cost an absolute fortune and my dad, who looked after the phone bill and would give me shit for talking for ages with my friends, never said a single word about them. It was obvious what they were, and I began to get really turned on that he was facilitating my constant craving.
You may ask why I didn't satisfy my needs with some of the boys at school. And the answer was that I did. I had quite a reputation for giving blowjobs in the toilet, but the problem was that it just wasn't enough for me. Even when I once sucked one boys cock when the other fucked me from behind, it just wasn't dirty enough for me. I needed more. I needed to be a nasty slut, and I was becoming increasingly obsessed with my dad. Or, to really fuel my fantasy, my daddy.
After a few weeks of not being able to get it out of my head, things escalated in two ways. Firstly, I began to notice that my underwear was going missing from my room. My used underwear. My mum would shout out for laundry and I'd look and notice that my knickers were gone. You can imagine what my knickers were like. Sometimes when I got home they'd be in such a mess from either just my juices or a mixture of me and some boy I'd let cum in my, that they'd dry the crotch hard. My dad obviously enjoyed them, and he now had evidence that not only did I love porn, and sex chat lines, but that I also regularly got filled with cum.
The second thing that happened was about the time when you used to get the free 10 minute porn clip at 11pm. Fuck, I used to love that. I hadn't really seen much video porn, as you couldn't just type something filthy into google and get thousands of nasty sluts fucking and sucking in return. My dad had one porn tape, and I used to have to go into the main living room when noone was there, lie out on the floor and wank off in front of it. I had a few near misses when my mum came home, but I got away with it. Anyway, when I realised there was 10 free minutes of soft core porn every night, only serious illness would have stopped me from watching it. The problem was that it was only on the TV in the living room, so whilst mum and dad had gone to bed by then, it was still a bit of a risk.
Over time I had become more and more brazen with watching it. I loved the voice over as she used to say really dirty things, so gradually I'd start watching it with the sound louder and louder. A couple of times I thought I heard someone go past the living room to get to the kitchen, but to be honest I was so horny that I didn't really care. Another thing I started doing was phoning up the sex chat lines during the 10 minute clip. I used to love telling the women what I was watching, and which bits I liked. I'd say things like 'oh you should see this slut, her tits are bouncing up and down as she's getting fucked up her arse', I'd be moaning and groaning pretty loudly. It was not a surprise that I eventually got caught.
Well, I didn't get caught exactly. What happened was this. One night, my dad just didn't got to bed. It got later and later, closer and closer to my precious 11pm window of filth. And my dad just sat there. And sat there. I was internally begging for him to go to bed so I could switch over and rub my little clit. That night he stayed in the room until 11.05 and then said he was going to bed. Within seconds of him leaving the room I had the channel on, my legs wide open and I was rubbing my cunt like a mad woman. The next night he did it again. We'd be sat in the dark, watching whatever on TV, and I'd be getting more and more desperate. The night after, the same. And then on the fourth night something changed.
10.59, we were sat there. 11.00 struck and my dad, who had possessing of the remote control, changed the channel. I couldn't believe what he was doing, he was changing it to the free 10 minutes of porn channel. Fuck, we were going to watch this together. That first night, we both just sat there watching and listening to the filth, father and daughter, in total silence, not moving an inch. We sat there like that for 6 minutes when my dad got up, said 'night night love' and got up to leave the room. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been. It was so wet that I couldn't event get traction on my clit properly as I pulled my knickers to one side, I had to mop up some of the juice before I could really get off. It took approximately 2 minutes. I moaned so loudly. As I came I heard the door click shut, my dad clearly hadn't left the room completely before. Now he knew what a slut I was, and he knew that I was up for it.
After that, I became quite brazen. That next day was a Saturday, and I spent a lot of it walking round the house in a cropped t-shirt and white knickers with little blue flowers on them. My tits were filling out nicely but mainly what you could see through the t-shirt was my puffy nipples. The knickers were a few years old, and quite small. From close examination of Barely Legal, I knew this mixture of filth and innocence turned my dad on more than anything. My mum, bless her, was fairly oblivious, I don't think she registered it at all. She'd got quite used to me turning any outfit, my school uniform included, into the sluttiest version possible. My dad was not oblivious. He went to the pub to watch the football, and when he came back he'd clearly had a few pints in him. And he was openly learing at me. At one point I swear he looked over at me and licked his lips and slightly tugged at his cock through his trousers. I was so fucking horny, this was game on.
We sat through dinner, several lame saturday night TV programmes. Dad was drinking beer, and as it was a Saturday night my mum let me have a couple too. Around 10pm my mum made her way upstairs. It was just me and Dad, waiting for 11pm both slightly pissed, both openly gagging for it.
11pm and immediately dad turned over the channel. Images of cheap, big titted sluts came on the screen and I let out and involuntary moan. My dad had positioned himself so he could easily see both me and the TV. I was sat on the armchair. I couldn't bear it any more. I threw my legs over either arm of the chair, pulled my kinickers to one side and rammed my hand into my cunt. I said, in my best little girl voice. 'I'm sorry daddy, but I need to wank myself off'.
My dad was now not looking at the TV at all, but you could still hear the smut coming out of the speaker. He focussed on me, rubbed his cock through his jeans and said 'Fucking hell, I knew you were a dirty little slut. THat's it, be daddy's good little girl and rub your cunt for me'. He didn't need to tell me twice, I was going at myself like there was no tomorrow. His pace picked up on his cock through his trousers. I licked my lips at him and started saying the filthiest things that came into my mind.
"Look at you daddy, watching your little girl wank herself off to porn. You're a filthy pervert aren't you daddy? Do you want to see my teenage tits daddy? Shall I show them to you? If I show them to you, will you get your cock out so I can fully see what a dirty old man you are, getting off over your own little girl'.
And with that, I pulled my crop top over my tits so my dad had a great view of me splayed open, my tight little knickers pulled to one side, and my tshirt up by my neck. And my daddy didn't let me down. He unzipped his fly, stood up, walked over to me and pulled his cock out. He was wanking his cock right by my face. In the background I could see the TV on, we were still well within our 10 minutes of porn. I now had two fingers from my second hand ramming into my cunt hole, as I rubbed my clit with the other. My dad was intently watching as I did this.
"yeah, finger fuck yourself you dirty whore', he said, panting. 'I've been rubbing my cock into your dirty knickers for weeks now so I know how much of a slut you are. Now, instead of cumming into your knickers I'm going to cum all over your pretty little face, and your lovely little tits' And with that, he leaned slightly back and big white ropes of cum came spurting all over my face and dripped onto my tits. I picked up the pace on my clit, and took the fingers from my cunt, pulled them up to my tits and rubbed my daddy's cum in with my wet hand all the time looking into his eyes and saying with a sweet little voice 'mmmm yes daddy, cum on your dirty little girl'.
I came, hard. We had both finished. I stayed where I was, not sure what to do. My daddy looked me in the eye, slowly rubbed his cock over my sticky wet tits. He pulled his boxers and trousers up, fastened his belt. He took two fingers, licked them, leaned forward dnd then stuck them in my cunt for three hard thrusts. Then he carefully and gently smoothed some hair away from my face and said 'night night love' and walked out of the room....
I hope you liked that...More to come? xxx
As a teenager I was always extremely horny. I mean I had it real bad, I used to have to go and wank my pussy in the toilets at school during the day, I'd been raiding my dad's porn stash for years, and increasingly I was beginning to tease men on the train on my way to school, by opening my legs up wide and letting them see my white knickers.
Perhaps it wasn't surprising that I was a horny little bitch. My parents were constantly going at it, I could hear them fucking from my room all the time. I used to listen to them and frig my young little cunt with my hairbrush. Basically, I was getting to the stage that to get off they needed to be dirtier and dirtier, I needed to feel like a really nasty slut to make myself cum. Which is maybe why I latched on to the ultimate taboo of all, wanking over my daddy.
I'd always suspected that my dad let me look at his porn by tacit agreement. He wouldn't try very hard to hide his magazines, my favourites were always the ones with readers wives, or Razzle or basically ones where the women looked filthy, and you could tell how much they loved it. Special treat though was when the new Barely Legal came out. I'd let my dad have it for a few days and then I'd sneak it out of his room. Fuck, I'd be wet with anticipation all day at school waiting to open it, knowing that my dirty old dad had been wanking his cock over young girls like me. I'd keep the magazine for a few days and then put it back, after I'd sufficiently licked and rubbed my pussy against my the best spots of the magazines. So, as the only c***d in the house after my brother had gone to uni, I was pretty sure that my dad knew what I was up to.
I also used to phone up the sex chat lines and talk absolute filth to the women on the other end. I never lasted very long, just a few words like 'tell me what a dirty whore you are' and I'd be cumming loudly down the phone. I always thought that they were surprised to hear a girl, and I wondered if it turned any of them on. Anyway, they cost an absolute fortune and my dad, who looked after the phone bill and would give me shit for talking for ages with my friends, never said a single word about them. It was obvious what they were, and I began to get really turned on that he was facilitating my constant craving.
You may ask why I didn't satisfy my needs with some of the boys at school. And the answer was that I did. I had quite a reputation for giving blowjobs in the toilet, but the problem was that it just wasn't enough for me. Even when I once sucked one boys cock when the other fucked me from behind, it just wasn't dirty enough for me. I needed more. I needed to be a nasty slut, and I was becoming increasingly obsessed with my dad. Or, to really fuel my fantasy, my daddy.
After a few weeks of not being able to get it out of my head, things escalated in two ways. Firstly, I began to notice that my underwear was going missing from my room. My used underwear. My mum would shout out for laundry and I'd look and notice that my knickers were gone. You can imagine what my knickers were like. Sometimes when I got home they'd be in such a mess from either just my juices or a mixture of me and some boy I'd let cum in my, that they'd dry the crotch hard. My dad obviously enjoyed them, and he now had evidence that not only did I love porn, and sex chat lines, but that I also regularly got filled with cum.
The second thing that happened was about the time when you used to get the free 10 minute porn clip at 11pm. Fuck, I used to love that. I hadn't really seen much video porn, as you couldn't just type something filthy into google and get thousands of nasty sluts fucking and sucking in return. My dad had one porn tape, and I used to have to go into the main living room when noone was there, lie out on the floor and wank off in front of it. I had a few near misses when my mum came home, but I got away with it. Anyway, when I realised there was 10 free minutes of soft core porn every night, only serious illness would have stopped me from watching it. The problem was that it was only on the TV in the living room, so whilst mum and dad had gone to bed by then, it was still a bit of a risk.
Over time I had become more and more brazen with watching it. I loved the voice over as she used to say really dirty things, so gradually I'd start watching it with the sound louder and louder. A couple of times I thought I heard someone go past the living room to get to the kitchen, but to be honest I was so horny that I didn't really care. Another thing I started doing was phoning up the sex chat lines during the 10 minute clip. I used to love telling the women what I was watching, and which bits I liked. I'd say things like 'oh you should see this slut, her tits are bouncing up and down as she's getting fucked up her arse', I'd be moaning and groaning pretty loudly. It was not a surprise that I eventually got caught.
Well, I didn't get caught exactly. What happened was this. One night, my dad just didn't got to bed. It got later and later, closer and closer to my precious 11pm window of filth. And my dad just sat there. And sat there. I was internally begging for him to go to bed so I could switch over and rub my little clit. That night he stayed in the room until 11.05 and then said he was going to bed. Within seconds of him leaving the room I had the channel on, my legs wide open and I was rubbing my cunt like a mad woman. The next night he did it again. We'd be sat in the dark, watching whatever on TV, and I'd be getting more and more desperate. The night after, the same. And then on the fourth night something changed.
10.59, we were sat there. 11.00 struck and my dad, who had possessing of the remote control, changed the channel. I couldn't believe what he was doing, he was changing it to the free 10 minutes of porn channel. Fuck, we were going to watch this together. That first night, we both just sat there watching and listening to the filth, father and daughter, in total silence, not moving an inch. We sat there like that for 6 minutes when my dad got up, said 'night night love' and got up to leave the room. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been. It was so wet that I couldn't event get traction on my clit properly as I pulled my knickers to one side, I had to mop up some of the juice before I could really get off. It took approximately 2 minutes. I moaned so loudly. As I came I heard the door click shut, my dad clearly hadn't left the room completely before. Now he knew what a slut I was, and he knew that I was up for it.
After that, I became quite brazen. That next day was a Saturday, and I spent a lot of it walking round the house in a cropped t-shirt and white knickers with little blue flowers on them. My tits were filling out nicely but mainly what you could see through the t-shirt was my puffy nipples. The knickers were a few years old, and quite small. From close examination of Barely Legal, I knew this mixture of filth and innocence turned my dad on more than anything. My mum, bless her, was fairly oblivious, I don't think she registered it at all. She'd got quite used to me turning any outfit, my school uniform included, into the sluttiest version possible. My dad was not oblivious. He went to the pub to watch the football, and when he came back he'd clearly had a few pints in him. And he was openly learing at me. At one point I swear he looked over at me and licked his lips and slightly tugged at his cock through his trousers. I was so fucking horny, this was game on.
We sat through dinner, several lame saturday night TV programmes. Dad was drinking beer, and as it was a Saturday night my mum let me have a couple too. Around 10pm my mum made her way upstairs. It was just me and Dad, waiting for 11pm both slightly pissed, both openly gagging for it.
11pm and immediately dad turned over the channel. Images of cheap, big titted sluts came on the screen and I let out and involuntary moan. My dad had positioned himself so he could easily see both me and the TV. I was sat on the armchair. I couldn't bear it any more. I threw my legs over either arm of the chair, pulled my kinickers to one side and rammed my hand into my cunt. I said, in my best little girl voice. 'I'm sorry daddy, but I need to wank myself off'.
My dad was now not looking at the TV at all, but you could still hear the smut coming out of the speaker. He focussed on me, rubbed his cock through his jeans and said 'Fucking hell, I knew you were a dirty little slut. THat's it, be daddy's good little girl and rub your cunt for me'. He didn't need to tell me twice, I was going at myself like there was no tomorrow. His pace picked up on his cock through his trousers. I licked my lips at him and started saying the filthiest things that came into my mind.
"Look at you daddy, watching your little girl wank herself off to porn. You're a filthy pervert aren't you daddy? Do you want to see my teenage tits daddy? Shall I show them to you? If I show them to you, will you get your cock out so I can fully see what a dirty old man you are, getting off over your own little girl'.
And with that, I pulled my crop top over my tits so my dad had a great view of me splayed open, my tight little knickers pulled to one side, and my tshirt up by my neck. And my daddy didn't let me down. He unzipped his fly, stood up, walked over to me and pulled his cock out. He was wanking his cock right by my face. In the background I could see the TV on, we were still well within our 10 minutes of porn. I now had two fingers from my second hand ramming into my cunt hole, as I rubbed my clit with the other. My dad was intently watching as I did this.
"yeah, finger fuck yourself you dirty whore', he said, panting. 'I've been rubbing my cock into your dirty knickers for weeks now so I know how much of a slut you are. Now, instead of cumming into your knickers I'm going to cum all over your pretty little face, and your lovely little tits' And with that, he leaned slightly back and big white ropes of cum came spurting all over my face and dripped onto my tits. I picked up the pace on my clit, and took the fingers from my cunt, pulled them up to my tits and rubbed my daddy's cum in with my wet hand all the time looking into his eyes and saying with a sweet little voice 'mmmm yes daddy, cum on your dirty little girl'.
I came, hard. We had both finished. I stayed where I was, not sure what to do. My daddy looked me in the eye, slowly rubbed his cock over my sticky wet tits. He pulled his boxers and trousers up, fastened his belt. He took two fingers, licked them, leaned forward dnd then stuck them in my cunt for three hard thrusts. Then he carefully and gently smoothed some hair away from my face and said 'night night love' and walked out of the room....
I hope you liked that...More to come? xxx
Jane
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