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My Daddy Says free porn video
By Greg
My daddy says a person should always start a story from the beginning. Unfortunately, I’m in the middle of something right now, literally speaking I do mean. I’m laying stretched out, flat on my back, with a big black guy under me. He’s got at least a ten incher of a cock stuffed up inside my ass. His friend’s got one that’s at least a foot long, and he is climbing on top of me to drive his prick into my dripping cunt. This black bull straddling me has been finger-fucking at my cunt for the last ten minutes. Now I’m wet and ready for what I calls "making an Oreo sandwich." I’ve got my legs spread as wide as possible, and this stud bull lines me up and begins pressing against me. The thickness of his fuck-stick is unreal. I’ve had doubles before, but these two guys are going to set a new record for stretching me out.
My name is Casey. I live alone with my daddy. Mom run off when I was little. Now it’s just me and Daddy against the world.
Reason I got these two going balls deep in me is for a photo. That’s right. I’m a model. Well, not really, but I’m hoping to break into real professional modeling eventually.
When the guy on top finally gets situated, we all hold still as the camera clicks away. Angle after angle is snapped. The close-ups are kind of awkward. Having this much activity going on in my little bed is putting a strain on the bed's frame. Daddy had to reinforce the bottom just for situations like this. By the way, the photographer snapping away is my best friend, my daddy.
Yeah, I’ll bet right now you uptight northerner’s are probably hearing banjos in the background and all. Down here, this ain’t really all that unusual. So fuck you too.
Cus, it’s not like we’s all inbred perverts or anything; it’s just about the money. If you've been on the internet for any length of time, you've probably seen my pictures on amateur teen sites. I am eighteen, legal, and all that.
I’ve got reddish hair, fair skin, and lots of freckles. Daddy says it’s from Mom's Scots-Irish side. Mom’s kin were from the hill country of southern Appalachia. I’m five foot-six with a rather nice set of titties, not real big, but good enough. I keep my cunny shaved just to keep that little girl look going as long as I can.
Daddy and I can get around seven hundred dollars for a set of good photographs. For some reason, the ones with black guys gets bought up even quicker. I personally like the contrast between my pale complexion and their black dicks. Even the globs of cum show up better on me than the white guys' loads, or maybe it’s just because there is just more of it.
Please don’t get in your head to think I’m a racist just cus I’m southern. Actually I prefer black cock. Most times, the blacks are a lot more appreciative of getting to fuck me than a lot of the white dudes. They are for sure more willing to let daddy get in and get the shots he needs before they shoots off their loads.
I especially like the way a black dick’s skin will shine in a photo when I’ve slobbered over it. More often than not they can hold rock hard much longer too. White guys will often just jump on me and want to start pounding away.
The most guys I’ve ever had at once is three. There is not much that another guy can do while I’m busy keeping three guys a going anyway.
The guys don’t ever get in on the money, mostly cus we don’t say anything about it. None of them realize either that he’s my daddy. They just think he’s some pervert who gets off watching this little honey gitten fucked. There are quite a few guys that don’t know that their pricks are being displayed on the world wide web.
Bet your wondering how this all got started. Well, it was a couple years ago. I got out of bed one night and noticed that the kitchen light was still on. It was late, and I guess I figured Daddy forgot and had left it on. Without much thought, I headed down the hall towards the kitchen. We had only one computer back then, and it was in the kitchen. I stopped short when I saw my dad seated with his back to me. I could see the monitor, and he had some porn site up and was watching a couple fucking. I quietly stepped back a little, just out of sight, and spied for a while. I could tell that he was jerking-off by the steady movement of his arm. I must have stood there for probably fifteen minutes or so, watching him. Suddenly his head snapped back, and I heard him groaning. I knew he had just had a cum. I crept back to my room. I said nothing about it the next day.
I started to get out of bed regularly at night to check up on him. He must have been really horny cus I would catch him just about every night now jacking away. Most of the time, I waited and watched until he finished before I slipped off to bed. Daddy seemed to like to watch mostly young teen girls fucking. Well, of course, why would he watch an old hag with wrinkles?
Daddy and I had always been really open about everything. I knew he didn’t get to date that much, what with work and caring for our house and me. I kinda of felt sorry for him. I kept it all to myself for a while. I knew guys were all about sex. Even at my age, I knew that it was all they thought about. I just never thought of my daddy having sex needs too.
I would always get home in the evenings before Daddy, so I had the house to myself for a couple hours. I started checking up on the web sites my daddy had visited the night before. I don’t think he even knew about "history" on the computer cus he never deleted it. I could follow most of his paths. His interests were kind of all over the place. But mostly he stuck with young teen girl sites.
I pretty much knew enough about sex and everything by then, so it wasn’t a real shock to see this stuff. I was kind of taken back by the sheer number of girls that were involved, though. I clicked on page after page of girls either posing or fucking. Just so many of them! It got me to thinking just who these girls were and where they all came from.
This all went on for a while, and I started to feel guilty about the spying part. Like I said, we were always so open about everything else. Finally, I decided to say something to Daddy about what I knew. I picked a time when he had had a good day at work and had polished off more than a few beers. I tried to be sympathetic and understanding.
At first, he denied it all. He swore none of what I was saying was true. But after a couple minutes of useless denying’s, he eventually admitted his misdeeds. I really tried to be understanding and wasn’t judging him. Still, I think he was just embarrassed by it all.
I told him not to hide it from me, and it was "Okay." He seemed relieved in a nervous sort of way. He sort of asked what he should do. I think he wanted his privacy when he did it. I told him I really didn’t mind. I just thought it would be better to be open about it than to hide it.
This is about when we began having some really open conversations about sex and the internet. Like I said, I hadn’t realized just how many girls were doing this on line.
It was about a month later when my daddy got caught up in a layoff at work. He was going to be out of work for at least a couple months. I knew money was kind of tight and we were going to have to cut back on things for a while. The economy in this region really sucks anyway. This had happened before, but this time the layoff could last much longer.
I knew Daddy was worried ‘cus he’s never been able to stash much cash in the bank. I had school needs, and clothing for a girl costs plenty. I guess I was more guilty feeling than I realized.
One evening, just after dinner, we were just casually talking, and for some reason I brought up the sex stuff he looked at on the internet. I had always wondered just who makes these videos and pictures and asked him about it.
"I never really thought about it much," he said.
I was the one that kind of pushed for more information about just who was making money off all these porn sites. A couple days later, when I was alone, I logged into a site offering cash for amateur pictures or videos. The money sounded rad for just short photo sessions.
I don’t remember exactly how I brought it up because I didn’t know if my daddy would hit me or laugh out loud. Anyway, I asked him about doing it. I knew Daddy had a good digital camera. He had taken many pictures and videos of us on vacations and such.
We weren’t churchgoers, so I had no religious issues about this; besides, I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I really didn’t have any problem with pictures of me being used to get money. I figured anyone looking at porn sites had no business judging me anyway. I knew our money situation had Daddy worrying more than he let on.
Daddy seemed kind of stunned at first. I didn’t exactly know what he was feeling. I think he polished off his beer before saying anything. I didn’t know how much money we had left, and maybe that had a lot to do with it. He sat in his chair for a long time without saying anything. I began to become upset and wished I had never mentioned it. Daddy was just staring out into space for a long time.
Finally, I got up, walked over to him, and put my arms around his neck.
"I was thinking it would only be for the money." I said softly.
Daddy seemed to be really deep in thought. Then he asked me if he had understood me correctly.
I said again, "If the money was that good for doing this, what could be the harm?" If we just did this by ourselves, no one would really know. Besides, who did we know that would rat us out?
Anyway, that is kind of how it all started.
At first, Daddy just took some soft porn pictures of me undressing and acting sexy while wearing almost next to nothin. The money was okay. The first sites we sold to were positive about our work and definitely wanted more. Mostly solo and self-touching followed that, and that too was okay for a while.
For those who don’t know, most sites pay according to the level of action you provide. It was clear that hardcore was what earned the most. I was willing, but I couldn’t hardly use Daddy. Who would operate the camera?
I had been on the pill since my freshman year of high school, so I wasn’t worried about pregnancy. I really didn’t want to involve anyone we knew. Daddy and I came up with a plan to troll the local bar scene for potential partners for me.
There is a military base less than twenty minutes away. The local bars are full each weekend with horny off-duty servicemen that wouldn’t mind fucking a hot little teen girl. At that age, I knew I could get a man to look in my direction just by the way I walked. I’m not trying to sound vain, but I think of myself as reasonably attractive. In school or on the streets, I know guys check me out.
Daddy and I have no trouble finding guys for these photo sessions. Our usual routine is to hit up at least four bars within ten minutes of our house. Daddy will usually drop me off at one, and I scope out the crowd for likely candidates. I usually dress somewhat provocatively, so it never takes too long to attract a friendly guy. Getting a guy is the easy part. Getting one that is willing, yet attractive is another thing. Think about it. Next time you’re in a bar, look around. Most men there are either kind of sleazy or overweight.
I’m needing for a stud that will look good in pictures and have a sturdy cock to boot. I don’t want no tiny weenie that won’t even show on a picture. I also watch for wedding rings. Not that I wouldn’t fuck a married man, but it just seems like later, when I mention cameras and pictures, they get really nervous and bolt.
Anyway, I get dropped off and check out the potentials. Daddy waits in the car nearby. I usually hang around the bar, and almost always some dude comes up and offers to buy me a drink. If not, I fake a lot of trips to the ladies room and check out the available prospects along the way. Usually, guys are in groups of two to three, all looking to get lucky with someone. Come-on, how hard is it to pick up guys willing to take me home and get a "for-sure fuck?"
The only real problem was setting the ground rule that someone else would be there. Some guys will occasionally freak out and turn me down; others are just very cautious. Most times, though, after I’ve shown them a little attention and have been pressing up against them, they are usually willing to go along with anything to get their hard cocks into me.
I’ve learned how to keep their interest up by casually placing my hands on them. I’m sort of a touchy-feely person anyways. I can usually gauge whether a guy is horny enough to be willing to follow through with things or not. If I git lucky, I will fake another trip to the ladies room, text-message Daddy, and let him know I will be leaving shortly. The guy or guys will drive me home. Like I said before, they know up front that there will be some guy there watching and that photos will be taken.
I never really tell these guys I bring home that he is my daddy. Most would probably freak out or something. I just say he is a friend who gets off photographing and watching. If they really have a problem with that, I tell them I will find someone else. Usually, by that time, not many will walk away from a sure fuck just cus some other guy wants to watch it. Lots of these guys are strutting cock roosters, and just looking to show their shit anyways. I tell them how it’s going to be, and most are still willing. If all is okay, I let them take me home.
I guess you think it sounds dangerous getting into an unknown guy’s car, but Daddy is always right there following us. Daddy was an MP in the military. After that, he got into working security for a company. He was required to have and carry a gun. He now has a concealed carry permit. He always has his gun with him on these evenings. Besides being over six feet tall and stocky, he is not afraid to mix things up with just about anyone.
We have a safety signal. If I feel threatened, all I have to do is put my hands to my hair. If I start touching my head anytime during the ride to our house, Daddy will see it and know I’m in trouble. Nothing has happened yet, and I pity some fool that gets on my daddy’s bad side.
The guy or guys and I will go to our house, and usually I will make them comfortable. I usually offer some weed or booze just to relax them. Daddy gives us a little time, but not too much. He’s usually circling our block and never more than a minute away. If I don’t keep texting him I’m ok like every five minutes, he would be there in a flash.
Like I said, the guys have no idea who he is; they just think he is a perverted friend of mine. Some do get nervous when they see him come in. But, you know, they were warned. If they want to call it off and go away with a stiff cock they can make up their own mind. Not one has left yet, especially after I have them worked up.
We never tell them we sell the pictures on the Internet. Daddy tries to hide their faces or get really tight in close-ups. But really, once they get their cocks in me, they are all mine. Most guys can only think with one head at a time. So the photo sessions usually go as I want.
The weed I smoke before our little photo sessions relaxes me, especially if we’re going to do some anal or DP stuff. Daddy says it also gives me a dreamy-eyed, sultry look in the pictures.
"Much more sexy," he says.
The first time we got a guy home, it went pretty well. This guy was nervous, as was I, but after a little getting used to Daddy interrupting us for the "shots," we really got off with each other. Actually, I think the guy began to enjoy posing with me. He got to do pussy and then anal, which he said he had never done before. After some intense pounding, he pulled out and laid on his back.
I turned around and did a sixty-nine on him and pushed my pussy right into his face. Then I got right to work on his stiff cock. It was a nice sized one at that. This is how I prefer to end our sessions now anyways. Daddy gets some great shots of the cocks spewing cum upwards, and I get to lick up the oozing cum while he gets some great close-ups. Some guys seem like they want to finish off inside me, but really, once they are staring straight into my cunt and my mouth is slurping away on their cock, they ain’t going anywhere.
So this guy does get to shoot off in my mouth, which is again a first for him. He couldn’t really see my face as I mugged for the camera. Daddy got in real close and clicked away as I slurped and let the cum dribble from my mouth and down my chin.
After that guy left, I kind of felt sorry for daddy. I could tell this all had gotten him horny as hell. I just couldn’t bear the idea of him just jacking off by himself. Okay, so maybe this is the sick part, but I gave Daddy a blow-job too, and I have been doing so ever since. -->
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