My Daddy Says - Sex Stories

My Daddy Says

... only be for the money.” I said softly. Daddy seemed to be really deep in thought. Then he asked me if he 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. The money was good. The first sites we sold to were positive about our work and defiantly wanted more. Mostly solo and self- touching followed that and that too was ok for a while. For those who don’t know, most sites pay a scale for what 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 freshman year in 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 off- duty service men that wouldn’t mind fucking a hot little teen girl. At that age I knew I was able to git 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 ...

... troubles 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 provocative 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 kinda 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, It just seems like later when I mention cameras and pictures they get real nervous and bolt. Anyways, I get dropped off and checks out the potentials. Daddy waits in the car nearby. I usually hang around the bar and almost always some dude comes up 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 ...