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“The food tastes great, Ms. D.”

“Thanks! I’m glad you like it.”

Sarah eyed Jennifer up and down, trying to find out which part of Jennifer’s body outshined hers. Jennifer’s boobs were smaller than hers, her figure slimmer, ass flatter. Jennifer was even less experienced in bed. What the hell was it then?

“So Sean tells me you guys went on a date.”

Jennifer nodded silently, covering her mouth full of food. Sean gave Sarah a suspicious look. He raised his eyebrows, telling her not to go any further.

Sarah pressed on. “How was it?”

“Oh, he took me to the beach.” Jennifer swallowed her food.

Sean shrugged, trying hard to keep his cool. “Uh-yeah, it was no big deal. Pretty cheesy.”

“I liked it.” Jennifer smiled at him, holding his hand under the table.

Sean looked down and smiled.

“What’d you guys do after?” Sarah probed.

Sean and Jennifer glanced at each other and blushed, giving Sarah all the answer she needed.

“Did you like the wine I gave you?” Sarah sat back and crossed her legs, the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips.

Sean choked on his water.

“Oh! That was your wine? Sean never told me…” Jennifer tilted her head at Sean.

“Um… I may have… borrowed it.” Sean cringed apologetically.

Sarah chuckled. “Yeah, Sean comes to me for relationship advice once in a while. I need to make sure he treats a pretty girl like you right.”

Jennifer blushed even harder, keeping her head down. She glanced up shyly at Sean, who was confused beyond hope.

‘Is she helping me or fucking me over?’ he thought.

Jennifer’s innocence prevented her from even thinking about the possibility of something between Sean and Sarah. Their constant glancing and silent gesturing at each other during dinner flew right over her.

“Of course, my husband left me, so what do I know?” Sarah rolled her eyes and took a sip of wine.

Jennifer became visibly uncomfortable.

“Uh, why don’t I help you with the dishes?” Sean stood up.

“Oh, no. It’s fine. I’ve got a dishwasher for that.” Sarah waved him off.

“I insist,” Sean said sternly as he glared at Sarah.

Sarah shrugged and stood up, grabbing dishes off the table.

“Relax on the couch and turn on the TV, Jenny. Make yourself at home,” she yelled back as she walked away from the table.

Sean followed Sarah into the kitchen.

“What the hell was that?” He put his face in front of hers while she looked down at the sink.

“What? I just wanted to know how your date went.” Sarah made a half-assed attempt at hosing down the dishes before tossing them in the sink.

She put her hands on her waist and turned towards Sean. “What?”

“It’s none of your business,” Sean replied.

“It’s all my business. I need to know where my boy toy’s been sticking his rod.” Sarah grabbed Sean by the waist and pulled him towards her.

“Jeez!” Sean put his hands up and leaned away from Sarah’s puckered lips.

He looked over the kitchen counter. Jennifer was out of sight, but he could see the subtle flashing of a television around the corner.

“Are you crazy? Not here.” Sean wrenched Sarah’s hands off of himself.

“Aw, come on! I haven’t felt you in so long.” Sarah grabbed Sean’s hands and placed them on her breasts.

Sean stared at Sarah’s cleavage just long enough for her to tell that she had caught him.

“Stop.” Sean dropped his hands.

“I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. You could fuck me real quick. I know how fast you cum.”

“Sarah, no!”

“So what, you’re just going to leave me dry like this?” Sarah pretended to be angry.

“Wha… no, that’s not what I-”

“Then come on…” Sarah wrapped her arms tightly around Sean, enveloping him with her warmth.

“I need you… I missed you so much.” She bit his lower lip while her hands unzipped his jeans.

Sean stood still, staring at the wall behind Sarah. He was undeniably erect as Sarah pulled down his boxers. She turned around and bent over slightly, raising her dress to reveal her bare ass.

“Come on. You said you wanted to do me on the kitchen counter.”

“Not with my girlfriend in the room!” Sean whispered fiercely, glancing towards the living room.

“She doesn’t know. Come on, Sean. Fuck me… please.” Sarah rubbed her fingers over her slit.

“This is a bad idea…” Sean inched closer.

“We’re very bad.” Sarah backed onto his boner.

Sean bit his lip and gripped Sarah’s waist as he humped her fast and hard. Her asscheeks slapped against his pubic area as she gave off light moans. Sean felt the orgasm building up in his balls and squeezed Sarah’s ass to urge himself on.

“Sean, it’s late. We should get going.” Jennifer’s voice echoed from the living room.

“Shit!” Sean shoved Sarah away as she lowered her dress back down.

Jennifer walked towards the kitchen.

“I-I’ll be right there, babe.” Sean zipped himself up under the counter.

He walked past Sarah, who was busy straightening casino oyna her dress.

“Ready?” Jennifer handed Sean his jacket.

“Ye-” Sean cleared his throat after his voice cracked. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Drive safe.” Sarah walked out of the kitchen, visibly flustered. She gave them a feeble smile.

“Thanks for having us over, Ms. D. I had a great time.” Jennifer held Sean’s hand and reached for the door handle.

“Sure. Stop by anytime.” Sarah watched as the couple strolled off, noticing how Jennifer’s ass didn’t sway the way hers did.

—

“Sorry things got a little awkward.” Sean kissed Jennifer’s buttcheek before moving his lips up the length of her bare back.

“It’s ok. She’s lonely. I get it.” Jennifer rested her face against the pillow, enjoying Sean’s adventurous lips.

“You do?” Sean kissed her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

“Yeah, before you came along.” Jennifer turned over onto her back and wrapped her arms around Sean’s neck.

“I’ll keep you company anytime.” Sean kissed her deeply.

Jennifer giggled. “Your company makes me scream.”

Sean grinned. “Yeah, you’re getting louder. Should I be worried?”

Jennifer laughed and kneed Sean’s stomach. “No! Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Ow! I just mean… are you sure your dad didn’t hear us?”

“He’s probably busy falling asleep by the TV, like always.”

“If he’s lonely too, maybe we can hook him up with Sarah,” Sean joked.

“Ew! No way! Sarah doesn’t deserve to have to deal with that. Plus… isn’t she already hooking up with you?”

Sean’s smile disappeared and his heart rate shot up as fear ripped through his body. A million thoughts raced across his mind, but he saw no way out.

‘How does she know?! I… I can deny it… somehow… Sarah and I weren’t… we were just…’

“Uh-” His face became bright red as he struggled to breathe.

“I saw you guys in the kitchen.”

“It-it’s not what you think… um, we were-”

Jennifer looked away, not acknowledging his lies.

“Oh god, Jen. I’m really sorry. I-I can end it. We don’t have to… please… I’ll do whatever you say.” Sean panicked as his vision blurred.

“It’s ok. I don’t mind it.” Jennifer brushed Sean’s face, trying to bring him back.

“I knew her from a long time ago, but then I met you, and I—wait, what?” Sean’s erratic speech hit a brick wall when he registered what Jennifer had said.

“I said I’m fine with it.” Jennifer looked into his eyes.

“But how… why would you…” Sean’s thoughts were a mess as his panic turned to confusion.

“You already told me you were dating someone before we… started. I just didn’t know it was Sarah.”

Sean hadn’t expected things to get so complicated. He hated himself for not thinking it through. But then he saw Jennifer’s beautiful brown eyes piercing into him, and remembered there was no thinking to be done.

“You’re ok with this?” he asked skeptically.

Jennifer nodded.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I mean, really?”

“Sean.” Jennifer gave him an exasperated look.

“Just making sure.”

Jennifer smiled. “I like her. She’s pretty.”

Sean shrugged in a so-so manner, trying to pass Sarah off as no big deal.

“Maybe I should talk to her. Tell her I know, so it won’t be so awkward between us,” Jennifer suggested.

“No! That’s a terrible idea!” Sean started panicking again, imagining what a disaster that conversation would be.

“I think it’s a great idea. I’m going to do it. Give me her phone number.”

Sean opened his mouth to protest, but Jennifer’s stern gaze stopped him. He didn’t want to push his luck.

He got up and grabbed his boxers off the floor, putting them on. Then he walked over to his jeans and searched the pockets for his phone.

—

“How was that for you?” Sarah panted.

“It felt really good.” Jennifer let out an exhausted sigh.

They sat on the couch, flushed and sweaty.

“Thanks for meeting with me,” Jennifer said.

“Oh, anytime. Glad I made you run?” Sarah grinned as she watched Jennifer chug the glass of water.

“Yeah, actually. It’s really good exercise.” Jennifer put the empty glass down.

“Why don’t we each take a shower, and then we’ll chat.” Sarah tilted her head towards the bathroom.

“Oh… I-I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” Jennifer looked down at her sweat-drenched sports bra and running shorts.

Sarah looked too, admiring the audacity of Jennifer’s belly piercing, something she would never do herself. She noted the irony, given Jennifer’s modesty and her own promiscuity.

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I’ll get you something from my closet. I’ll leave it on the bed.”

Jennifer looked unsure.

“Go, go.” Sarah shooed her up the stairs.

Sarah stared at her open closet as the sound of falling water echoed from the bathroom. She was trying to decide what to make Jennifer wear. She picked something that she imagined was what Sean would slot oyna see when they… had their sleepovers. Then she picked something sexy for herself, to compare.

By the time Sarah finished deciding on the clothes, Jennifer was drying her hair. Sarah walked over to the bed to drop off Jennifer’s outfit when she noticed a slight crack in the bathroom door. She couldn’t help but take a peek.

Jennifer was standing naked by the sink, waving the blowdryer down the length of her smooth brunette hair. Her head was tilted slightly as her hand combed through her hair, assisting the blowdryer.

Sarah barely had time to appreciate Jennifer’s hair before her eyes naturally moved downwards. She saw the reflection of Jennifer’s small breasts in the mirror, the perky pink nipples sticking out prominently. Then her gaze travelled along Jennifer’s slim body down to her ass. It wasn’t as full as her own, but was still round and supple.

‘Well, I can’t blame Sean,’ Sarah thought.

But oddly enough, she felt a slight tingling in her own crotch. Her eyes lingered on Jennifer’s smooth, white body for a second longer before she forced herself to peel away. She tossed the clothes she picked for Jennifer and scurried out of the bedroom.

Sarah waited on the couch for less than a minute before Jennifer came down the stairs and walked towards her. She lost her breath at the sight of Jennifer’s smooth legs and swaying hips.

Jennifer wore a tie-dyed t-shirt that Sarah’s kids had made at school. It was the only thing she wore. Her nipples peaked through while she ran her fingers through her damp hair.

“Um-sorry… that was all I could find that would fit.” Sarah swallowed.

The shirt was oversized, covering Jennifer’s panties. Sarah admired how casual it all looked, like it was the morning after. She began to feel jealous again, but this time, she was jealous of what Sean was treated to.

“That’s ok.” Jennifer smiled warmly and sat on the couch.

She leaned on her elbow against the cushions and bent her legs behind her. Sarah fell in love with the same curves that seduced Sean.

“Ahem… uh… I’m going to wash myself up, then we’ll have that chat.” Sarah flew from the couch and rushed up the stairs.

She let the hot water fall over her as she covered her face.

‘What the hell am I doing?’ Sarah asked herself.

She rubbed her face hard and tried to shake the image of Jennifer’s body off her mind.

When Sarah stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nightgown she had picked, she realized how pointless it was. She pondered for a moment, but ended up putting it on.

Sarah looked into the mirror, tugging down on the gown and fluffing her hair. She turned sideways to check her own curves, standing in different ways to see which looked best. Then she walked out and headed towards the living room, aware of how ridiculous the situation was and seriously considering that she may have gone crazy.

Jennifer smiled up at Sarah as she made her way to the couch. When she sat down, Jennifer scanned her thin nightgown for a brief moment.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Sarah asked.

“Um… I don’t know how to put this but… I know about you and Sean.” Jennifer looked down.

Sarah took a deep breath. Not as young and naïve as Sean, she didn’t panic and try to deny it. She knew Jennifer was too smart for that. She felt a tinge of anxiety in her chest, but calmed herself with a sigh.

“I’m sorry about that. I know how he feels about you, and I shouldn’t have encouraged him.” Sarah gave Jennifer an apologetic look.

“It doesn’t bother me.” Jennifer shook her head.

Sarah tilted her head, surprised at this turn of events. She reformulated her words.

“Oh? You’re okay with Sean being with someone else while you two are dating?” Excitement built up in her chest.

Jennifer nodded. “I knew going into it that he was with someone else. I don’t want to intrude on your relationship with him.”

Sarah chuckled silently, admiring Jennifer’s innocence.

“It doesn’t work like that, Jenny.” She caressed Jennifer’s shoulder. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re the one intruding. His relationship with you is totally different. I’m the one he’s cheating on you with.”

“I don’t see it as cheating.” Jennifer shrugged. “If you make him feel good, I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“You don’t think that beautiful body of yours is enough?” Sarah brushed her hand down Jennifer’s arm, making her tremble.

Jennifer blushed. “It’s just… different. You’re more experienced.”

An idea popped into Sarah’s head and, overwhelmed with desire, she couldn’t stop herself.

“I could show you,” she blurted out.

“Huh?” Jennifer tilted her head.

“How to be… better… with Sean.” Sarah trudged on despite the judgment she was sure would follow.

“…what do you mean by that?” Jennifer’s voice grew quaint.

“I-I mean…” Sarah swallowed. “I mean I can teach you how to… do the—have sex.”

“How would you canlı casino siteleri do that?” Jennifer furrowed her eyebrows, digging through the possibilities.

“Um… we could get in bed together… and-and I’d show you.” Sarah looked down as her eyes darted back and forth. Now she was panicking.

‘Shit! What did I just say?’

Jennifer’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh! I-I never thought…”

“I understand if you don’t want to,” Sarah blurted. “I don’t want to force you into anything.” She put her hands up.

“Would it be just the two of us?” Jennifer asked timidly.

Sarah could swear she heard a hint of hopefulness in Jennifer’s tone.

“Uh-I was thinking… the three of us would…” Her eyes darted up to meet Jennifer’s. “But there are probably some things I could show you myself… without Sean.”

‘Seriously, what the fuck am I doing?’ Sarah’s head throbbed, but all she could see was Jennifer’s nipples poking through the shirt.

Jennifer bit her lip and glanced down. She gave the slightest nod.

Sarah gasped lightly. “Wha…”

Jennifer nodded, more clearly this time. “What sorts of things can you show me?”

Sarah swallowed, staring at Jennifer’s plump lips. “How to kiss.”

“Mhm… I’m not very good at that. How should I kiss?” Jennifer’s soft brown eyes pulled Sarah towards her.

“Like this.” Sarah put her lips to Jennifer’s.

They both closed their eyes as a pleasurable tingling shot through their bodies. Jennifer wrapped her arms around Sarah’s neck and whimpered softly. Sarah held onto Jennifer’s waist and pulled their bodies together.

Sarah pulled their lips apart with a loud suck and kissed down Jennifer’s neck to her chest. Jennifer got the message and stood up on her knees, jutting her chest towards Sarah. Sarah wrapped her mouth around Jennifer’s breast through the shirt and felt Jennifer’s perky nipple between her lips. She sucked eagerly while Jennifer gently massaged her hair, moaning.

The sound of the doorbell ringing flung them apart. Jennifer instinctively covered her breasts and looked fearfully at the front door. Sarah stood up and rearranged her hair as she made her way towards the door.

“This is getting ridiculous, Sarah. I don’t know what she told you, but-” Sean tilted his head and looked past Sarah to see a half-naked Jennifer on the couch.

“What’s she…” Sean pointed at Jennifer before noticing Sarah’s flustered look. “Are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah. Just come on in.” Sarah beckoned Sean through the door before slamming it shut.

“Hey.” Sean sat next to Jennifer and kissed her.

Jennifer gave him a feeble smile and pressed her forehead against his. She gave him two smooches on the lips before nuzzling her head into his neck.

Sean wrapped his arms around Jennifer and looked up. “What’s going on?”

Sarah was at a loss for words. She stood by the couch, staring at the couple.

“I thought you went for a run. Why are you not wearing pants?” Sean glanced down at Jennifer’s bare legs.

“You know what, just-” He shook those irrelevant thoughts out of his head. “So how much has she told you?”

“There wasn’t much to tell.” Sarah’s voice came back. “She knows about us.”

Sean let out a heavy sigh. “Right… so now what do we do?”

“I told her I’m ok with it.” Jennifer glanced over to Sarah, her head resting on Sean’s shoulder.

Sarah looked way, blushing.

Sean noted the awkwardness. He pushed Jennifer away and darted his head between the two of them.

“Ok, what is going on between you two? This is getting really weird.”

Neither of them spoke as the silence grew thicker. The long moment gave Sean a chance to register the scene. He looked at Jennifer’s nipples peaking through the shirt. There was a wet spot over her left breast. Then he glanced over to Sarah, with her embarrassed downward gaze and skimpy nightgown.

“No…” Sean shook his head slowly as realization dawned on him.

“Sean, wait.” Sarah put a hand up as Sean stood up angrily.

“Sarah, that’s so fucked up!” Sean fumed.

“She was just trying to show me…” Jennifer lost her voice as soon as Sean glared back at her.

“Show you what?” Sean asked aggressively.

Jennifer looked down and stayed quiet, knowing there was no excuse.

“I told you not to interfere, and you end up sleeping with my girlfriend? I didn’t even know you were…” Sean gave up trying to absorb what was happening.

“I didn’t either. Look, I don’t know what happened. I just-” Sarah tried to find an answer, more for herself than for Sean.

“Is this what it was like when you walked in on your husband?”

Sean’s head jerked to the side as Sarah’s palm connected with his cheek. Jennifer gasped audibly and covered her mouth.

Sean was stunned into silence, one hand on his stinging cheek. He glared up at Sarah, then at Jennifer, before storming out of the living room. Instead of walking out of the house, he trampled up the stairs. Sarah and Jennifer both flinched when a door slammed.

“Shit…” Sarah whispered as she fell onto the couch, hands on her face.

“He shouldn’t have mentioned your husband like that.” Jennifer tried to console Sarah.

“What did we do?” Sarah looked up at her sorrowfully.

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So many of you probably know of my friend Cody. You’ve probably read his story about our encounters. As much as I enjoyed being with him, I don’t really like him advertising our time together. Don’t get me wrong I love the story and I think it’s so hot, but there’s something about publishing sex so that everyone can see that just freaks me out. A while ago I had a –for lack of a better word– interesting experience with my dad.

I had just turned 18 years old when it happened. I was just discovering myself physically, mentally, and of course sexually. I got the usual morning woods, and the awkward locker room boners. But there was something else that I kept noticing, that I don’t think other boys my age experienced.

I remember laying in my bed one night after a soccer game one day. I was sweaty and hot and the fan was spinning above me. My mom was sitting in the living room watching the 8 o’clock news when my dad came to my door.

It was cracked open a little and he knocked. “Come in” I said slowly sitting up in my bed. My dad was definitely not bad looking. He was six feet tall, worked out all the time, and had the same hair and eye color as me, brown. He came into my room and held out his hand.

“Mom wants me to take your soccer clothes so she can wash them” I nodded and stood up taking my shirt off. I followed with my shorts and finally my damp socks. He looked up at me with a confused look on his scruffy face “Underwear too bud, you have a game tomorrow”

“Dad, no, that’s weird” I said walking to go put on some sweatpants.

“I’ll turn around bud, but they need to be cleaned”

“Ugh fine.” I complained. I quickly slid off my jock strap, put on my sweats, and handed it to him.

“Thank you.” He smirked and walked out of my room.

As I went to shut the door I watched my dad walk down the hallway and stopped right before the laundry room. He dropped all of my sweaty clothes except for one of my long soccer socks, which went up past my knee. The socks were a dark red, but you could still see how sweaty they were.

I stared curiously at my dad as he slid his hand into his pants, and into his underwear I presume, and pressed the sweaty sock up to his nose. As taboo as this was, I was very intruiged. He let out a slight moan and he looked like he was looking towards me, so I shut the door and rested my back against the wall.

I hadn’t noticed that my hand was also buried deep in my casino oyna sweat pants, cupping my dick and balls. I was strangely turned on by what I just saw.

That night I lie awake, tossing and turning. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I just saw. How could my dad be gay? Or bi for that matter? That’s just so fucked up.

But I didn’t think it was fucked up for long.

The next morning I my mom, dad, and I went to church. I had never really thought about it much, but my dad touched me a lot. Not sexually, but he liked to rough house with me, and put his arm around my shoulder. Before I knew it, I found myself sporting a full on boner in the middle of church. I covered it up with my hands folded in my lap.

My parents asked me if I wanted to squeeze in brunch before my game but I declined, I had a game in less than an hour. So they dropped me off at home to get ready.

When I got home I went straight to my room to get out of my church clothes. Then I went to the laundry room to get my soccer gear.

As I entered the laundry room I saw piles of lights and darks, my clothes, mom’s clothes, and my dad’s clothes. Finally I found my folded soccer stuff sitting on the dryer. As I was leaving I accidentally hit the laundry basket with my foot. I looked down at it and saw a whole pile of my dad’s dirty boxer briefs and socks.

I set my pile of clothes down and picked up one of my dad’s socks. It was a black gold toe, over-the-calf sock that I recognized. He had worn them a couple days in a row, because my mom didn’t do laundry. I remember him telling me this, and making it very obvious that they were dirty. I raised the sock to my nose, as my dad did with my sock last night, and imitated him as my hand slid to my dick.

I had an instant hard on as the first whiff of my dad’s foot stink flew up my nose. I started to jack off as I took harder and longer sniffs of his smell. I imagined my dad’s sweaty foot being inside of these, as her massaged them and looked directly into my eyes and saying “Damn these smell”.

I shut my eyes and began pumping faster, until I head a chuckle. I quickly opened my eyes to find my dad standing in the doorway of the laundry room. He had his hands crossed but had a very apparent hard on.

“D-Dad I-I didn’t know you were gonna be home so early I jus-” He cut me off my holding his finger up to my mouth. Holy shit that was hot.

“Shhhh Jason… Don’t worry slot oyna about it.” He started rubbing my arm with his hand, and smiled at me. “I’ve always wanted to be in a position like this with you”

“Dad this is really weird” I said backing away from him.

“Jay… I’m your dad. I would never do anything to hurt you… Trust me on this” He spoke so smoothly and his warm voice turned me on. “Now, why don’t you put on your dirty socks and come to my room” he winked and went to his room.

Dirty socks? My mom washed them though… Oh wait. I brought my red sock up to my nose and immediatey smelled the stink. They definitely weren’t washed. I slipped them on and walked to my dads room.

He was sitting on the bed with his black dress socks on. He had on black boxer briefs that outlined his large bulge. He smiled at me and patted the bed beside him indicating he wanted me to sit down next to him.

I sat down where he wanted me too and stared at the wall in front of me. I couldn’t look at him. This was so fucking weird.

“Now Jason. If you want me to stop all you have to say is stop. Okay?” I nodded “Good boy. Now let your daddy take care of you.” He leaned over and kissed my neck. His face was shaven but he still had some scruff. I liked the way his lips felt on my neck.

I stretched my neck to the left so that he could kiss my neck up and down.

“Wait… wheres mom” I asked putting my hand on his arm.

“Don’t worry. She’s shopping. She won’t be home for a while” He said, going back to kissing my neck.

I let out a moan and he smiled. I could tell by the way his lips were shaped on my neck. His right hand rested lightly on my right thigh then he made his way to my bulge. He cupped it and squeezed slightly. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Give me your cock, daddy” I said sliding off the bed and to my knees. “I wanna suck your fat cock” I reached over to his 10 inch cock and took it all in my mouth. I sucked faster and faster, up and down. I moaned with his dick in my mouth, and I deep throated the whole thing. It wasn’t easy, but it was so worth it. He was about to cum in my mouth I could tell, so I sucked slowly three times and his warm cum came shooting in my mouth. His hand was holding my hair, gliding my mouth and tongue as I cleaned his cock.

“Fuck me daddy. Fuck me so hard” I said pulling my underwear down and laying on my back. I threw my legs in the air and canlı casino siteleri left my virgin hole open for my daddy’s taking. He smiled and came ontop of me. He slowly slid his cock into my ass and I squirmed.

“Ah-Ah- OOO daddy that hurts” He smiled and went slower

“Sorry baby. This better?” He said as he fit the last inch into my ass.

“Yes, much”

He began thrusting into me, and with every hump it became less painful, and much more enjoyable. My dad was fucking me. This was surreal but so amazing.

He came up from my stomach and took hold of my ankles, and shoved his face into my smelly socks. He licked them and took my toes in his mouth. He sucked the sweat from my socks and moaned as he fucked his baby’s hole.

“Fuck me daddy. Fuck me harder” I loved talking dirty and commanding my dad.

“Yeah? You like that? Mmm baby I love your hole. I wanna fuck you harder” He sniffed my socks more.

I reached down and started to jack off. My cock was throbbing with pleasure and so was my dad’s. I knew I was about to cum.

“Daddy I’m about to cum. Its coming daddy.”

“Alright baby.” He said pulling his dick out of my ass.

“No. Keep fucking me daddy. I want you to cum in my ass” I pulled his hips back towards my body.

He smiled and continued fucking me as I shot a huge load onto my chest. I screamed out in pleasure. I felt warm cum slide out of my hole as my dad pulled out.

“Mmm baby. I liked that a lot. I haven’t had that good of sex in years” He said panting.

I looked at the clock. Shit I was late for my game. But when I picked up my phone my coach texted me that we couldn’t play today because it was storming. Damn. I was too caught up with my daddy fucking me that I hadn’t realized that it was storming outside.

I went back into my dad’s room and let him know that my game was cancled. He went into the bathroom to wash off, and I stood there confused.

He ignored me the rest of that day. I didn’t talk to him til that next morning when I found his journal sitting on his bed. I opened it to find a very graphic description of our sex.

Ever since I read that I have been scarred. Public display of real life sex is so freaky to me. Who knows what he’s going to end up doing with that.

Now I just realized a huge problem….

I told Cody I was a virgin. He thinks he was my first. Technically he was my first bottom but I’ve had sex before… Would he care? Would it bother him that my first time was with my dad? Shit.

And one last thing. Have you noticed the irony of writing this and sharing it with the web? But no matter. Figured you guys would wanna know that.

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Claire stared once more into a mirror as she splashed cold water on her face. She studied her reflection. Reluctantly she admitted the kid had a point. She was not the type that looked good thin. Her sunken cheeks gave her the garish appearance of Dickens’s Miss Havisham. But that was beside the point at the moment. What was she going to do?

He was waiting out there. At a table. Chatting like old friends with the waitress. A young woman that was disgustingly obvious in her interest in the man. She was reminded of her blog…Have Some Dignity, Bitches. It was not cool to chase a man like that.

She frowned. What did it matter to her? Maybe if the sweet young thing passed him her number then he would just turn the car around and take her home. And if he would not, then she was getting back there, one way or another. She rummaged in her purse until she found her wallet. Opening it she found all of her cards and the small amount of cash that she usually kept just for emergencies. Of course, it was silly to think that he had taken it, but you could never be sure with strangers.

She shook her head as she sighed. But that was the damnedest thing. He did not feel like a stranger. He had used the word ‘friend’ and as strange as that was it fit perfectly. It was like she knew this man. More shocking yet, like she trusted him.

She tried playing it all back on the small screen of her mind. Their conversations, everything he had said. But when she got to that kiss, she blushed. For certain there was nothing friendly about that. The way her nipples ached and hardened within the tight confines of the corset was mortifying.

The corset! It was all she had on under her coat. What was she going to do? Eat breakfast in her coat? “Shit,” she exclaimed. Not that she had not done this sort of thing before. She smiled weakly at the memory of one of His challenges: wear nothing but suspenders and stockings under her coat on the train to His house. It had been the middle of winter and she nearly froze, but she was dripping wet by the time she got there. But this was different. It was not some silly challenge from her Master. She was stuck; practically naked beneath this coat in the middle of nowhere with a man whose name she did not even know.

Holy god, she did not even know his name! That realization hit her like a knockout punch from the World’s Heavy Weight Champion. Her knees buckled and she gripped the counter top to keep from falling. Of course, she had thought of it last night. But she was so confused and exhausted from that whole ordeal. From the past few months. Honestly from way longer than that even. In the bright morning sunlight, it just seemed…worse somehow.

Squaring her shoulders, she stood up. She lifted her chin and looked at the hag in the mirror once more. Her hair had come out of the ponytail as she slept and was falling about her face. She dug deeper into the oversized bag and found her make-up case. Pulling out her brush, she focused all her attention on righting her abysmal appearance. Once that was done, she dabbed a bit of concealer on the dark circles under her eyes. She would have liked to blame a poor night’s sleep cramped up in his car, but truth was that even in her bed at home she had not slept in a long while. That led her to add a bit of mascara, a touch of blush and some lip gloss.

When she was finished, the woman staring back at her was only moderately more presentable. But it would have to do for now. She had business to take care of. Top on that list…getting back to London. With or without his help. This place might appear nothing more but an island in the middle of nowhere but one thing she had learned: every poe-dunk town in this country had a train station. If necessary she would bribe that sweet young waitress to help her find it. Hell, the woman would probably fall all over herself to be rid of her and get him all to herself.

She had wasted enough time. Squaring her shoulders for battle, she turned and opened the door. She ran straight into him. His strong arms once more wrapped about her waist.

He steadied her before releasing her from his embrace, but his hand remained at the small of her back. “It took you long enough.” His eyes travelled up and down her face and body. “You could have done without the makeup.” He leaned in and whispered, “It doesn’t put nearly as much colour in your cheeks as my kiss did.”

Claire tried to shove him away but it casino oyna was as futile as the fly swatting at the fly swatter as he guided her back towards their table by the window. “I came to get you because our food is here,” he added as he held out the chair for her.

She wanted to argue but decided it was best to bide her time, come up with a plan and get the hell out of here and away from him. She took the chair he offered and picked up the cup of steaming, black coffee as he went around the table and took the seat across from her. Her eye brows shot up as the hot liquid scalded her throat. Its sweetness assailed her. Strong, black and sweet just the way she took her coffee.

But how did this man know that? Few people knew her personal habits, likes and dislikes. While her blog appeared completely open and transparent, the truth was that it contained very few identifying markers. She kept it that way for this very reason. The Internet was stalker heaven.

But this man knew things that no stalker would be privy to. How she liked her coffee. The fact that He would never recognize her to His family. Her mouth fell open. Only a handle full of her closest friends knew that. The shame of it something she shared only when she was at her lowest and then only with the ones that she could trust the most.

Her fingers trembled as she sat the cup back on the table. She drew in a deep breath and lifted her eyes to his. Grey-green. How had she not seen it before? Or was she simply seeing things that she wanted? Reading things into the situation that she had no right to? Goodness knows she was expert at that.

“What is your name?” she strangled past the tightness in her throat. It came out nothing more than a croaked and broken whisper. She was not certain he could even hear her.

She stared into those eyes, searched his face deeper. It had been years since she had seen a picture. She had never been much of a visual person, preferring to see people for their hearts and not their outward appearance that could be deceptive.

But the resemblance was undeniable. His dark blonde hair was longer. His unshaven face more craggy, having lost some of its boyish charm as he matured. But it suited him well. He had grown into the remarkable man that she always knew he would be.

Her eyes clouded over once more as she steadied her voice. “I asked, what is your name?”

He leaned back in his chair and smiled, “How about you guess, princess?”

She lifted the cup once more. Downed half of its contents in a single gulp with little thought to the pain its heat ignited in her throat or belly. She wished it was more of the nasty amber liquor from last night. But even that would probably not be enough Dutch courage for this situation.

Why now? After eight years when she was finally comfortable, resigned to the realities of their friendship. Hell, she had reveled in them. She had shared things with James that she had not with anyone else, safe in the knowledge that she would never have to face him. Anonymity gave her more Dutch courage than anything else. But that was not true anymore. He was here. Now. Why now, screamed her heart in symphony, echoing off the precipices of her mind.

But she knew. Knew why. Because she needed him. He had always been like that. Been there when she needed him the most. Whether to comfort or to confront her with truths she did not want to see, he seemed to just know when she needed him the most. No matter what.

“Eat. Your. Breakfast.” His soothing Baritone caressed and calmed her fractured mind.

Her fingers still trembled but they lifted the heavy fork automatically. She opened her mouth and chewed without tasting. For several long moments, bite after bite, she simply obeyed without thought. In obedience she found the peace and solace that nothing else had given for months. She sank deeper into it until she stared at an empty plate. Like someone coming out of hypnosis, she looked around. What had happened?

He smiled, “That’s my good girl.”

She shook her head as if a fly trapped in the spider’s web trying to free itself from the beautiful silken strands. “I am not your anything,” she protested.

“Yes, yes you are. You always have been. My friend. My salvation. A pain in my arse. And a hell of a lot more.” He raised his hand and like a servant awaiting her master’s command the young waitress jumped to do his bidding.

Claire sat quietly slot oyna as they chatted and transacted business. The obvious way that the waitress leaned in towards him, her coy smile was disgusting. The girl might as well crawl up on the table and spread her legs for how subtle she was being. But what the fuck did it matter to her? How long had she tried to get James laid?

She was reminded of another young woman, one that he worked with. That had chatted for months about her. James was attracted to her and from what he said it was definitely mutual. He simply could not see that though. He lacked the courage to make his move, any move. Until finally the young woman moved on. She studied him now. Did he even notice the waitress’s interest? Did this man have any idea how attractive, how magnetic, how down right sexy his calm demeanor and rugged good looks made him to women?

It was a stark realisation. After His arrogance. A man that did not lord his looks, intelligence or innate dominance over women was…refreshing? But that had always been her James. Like a walk along a deserted beach, he simply calmed her and renewed her spirit. From that first email all those years ago there had been a connection.

She smiled as he handed the young woman a twenty pound note. He had called her his salvation. But that was a two-way street. She had been newly separated after almost twenty years of marriage. Her sons were both in secondary school and always out with their friends. She was alone in their small flat. Alone with her mind was never a good thing. She had played over all the mistakes of her marriage until insecurity and failure gnawed at her spirit.

She had been depressed and alone. Her ‘happily’ married friends had deserted her, as if divorce was a flu that could be passed from one marriage to the next. Although her boys were protective and supportive, they had lives of their own…as they should. So she spent most nights alone. She had been as pathetic then as perhaps she was now.

So pathetic that she had placed an advert for platonic email friends upon a dating website. Of course, she had gotten scores of men looking for easy sex, but there had been a handful of genuinely nice guys that she started to correspond with. But one by one they had all fallen away once they saw that she truly meant platonic friendship. Except James.

A young man only slightly older than her boys, but so incredibly different. While he had only finished secondary school, not going as her sons would to university, there was an undeniable intelligence to him. A depth of soul. An understanding of human nature that astounded her in one so young. He just simply got it; saw through facades to the core of the matter.

They had bounced dozens of emails back and forth each night after she got home for work, cooked and her sons either retreated to their rooms to revise or disappeared with friends. Some of them casual: how was your day shit. Others of them deeper.

He was so different from her boys. The outcast. Bullied at school, he had retreated to his room once he finished secondary. He came out only to work at the job his mother had gotten him at the warehouse where she worked. Otherwise he stayed in his room and played video games about which Claire knew only the names from her boys. Her mother’s heart ached for his pain. She wanted to take him into her arms and heart, teach him the skills that she had her boys. Mend his broken wings and watch him soar as her sons were.

But not all of her feelings for him were so maternal. She felt the blush rising from her chest; her nipples pebbled once more even as she shifted nervously on her chair trying to scratch the itch between her thighs that had burned unquenched for eight years as she remembered how he had not stayed platonic for long.

The waitress came back with James’s change. She leaned over a bit too far when she handed it to him. Had she undone a button or two on her blouse while she was in the back? Claire crossed her arms and frowned, looking away in disgust.

To give him credit, he did not tarry long. “Time to go,” he said as he drained his cup of tea and placed it back on the table.

Claire debated her course of action. This conversation was intimate, too much so for a public place. But regardless of who he was, she was not getting back into that car with him until something were settled, namely taking her back to London. She drew in a deep canlı casino siteleri breath and lunged ahead rashly. “Back home.”

He shook his head and frowned. “No, Claire. I meant it. You need a rest. You have holed up in that flat for over three months. Not eating. Barely sleeping. And you are killing yourself. Slowly just all that coward did.”

Claire’s felt her cheeks redden as her anger rose once more. “Don’t you talk to me about Him. You made your feelings clear a long time ago. Which is why I am not going any place with you,” she pouted.

“Oh yes, Master saint. For a smart woman you sure can be a dumbass when it comes to the men you pick.”

She stared at James and chuckled. “You aren’t the only one that said that. He used to say I was the dumbest smart person he had ever met.”

His jaw flexed as his hands tightened into a fist on the table. “Do me a favour…never compare me to that man.”

“Or what?” Claire bit her lip as the words emerged from her mouth. She hated how childish she sounded. But he always seemed to bring out the worst in her…and the best.

“I have warned you once. If you act like a brat, I will treat you like one. That is twenty-five with my belt. Do it again and that doubles,” he replied calmly. His eyes held her gaze until she could take it no more.

She chose instead to stare into her empty coffee cup as she spoke again. “You can’t do that. You are not my Dom.”

“Look at me, Claire,” he commanded.

She fought herself. Obedience was the most natural thing for her, but not like this. In the end she lost the battle. As she got lost in those grey-green depths, she feared she had lost the war as well.

“That’s better,” he crooned. “Do you remember what you told me once upon a time? That you owed me. You called it a marker once.” He paused.

Claire could never forget. It was another bad time. When James had rescued her. Again. Her first dom/sub relationship had ended very badly. The man had taken her so deeply into her truly submissive nature. Then he had abandoned her, tossed her aside for a new toy. She felt a sharp pain near her heart. Not just at that remembered pain though. Something deeper that she was not ready to face stirred in her mind and she turned away. Turned to him as she always did. She knew her voice was too weak to answer so she merely nodded her head.

It was enough of a response as he began again. “I am calling that marker now.”

He waited. This pause stretching out for what seemed eternity. Claire played his words over and over in her head. Like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, they lay in disarray upon the table of her mind. She tried to make sense of it, but it was futile. “What do you mean you are calling it in?”

“I mean that I am not going to let you self-destruct. I am not going to stand back and watch as you climbed into the grave with that selfish bastard. I earned this marker as you call it by domming you through another asshole’s mess. And that is what I am going to do again.” He sighed as he shook his head, “You really do have shitty taste in men, but that is beside the point.”

“My rules are simple. Until I think you are recovered, I am domming you through this. So, yes, that makes me your Dom. And you will start acting like the good little submissive we both know you are. Now,” the command was clear.

Claire’s mouth dropped open with shock. How many times over the past three months had she erased those words from her phone? ‘Dom me through this, please.’ It was exactly what she wanted, no, needed.

But did she have the strength to accept his offer? She had sworn no more. She was walking away. No more of these games. No more submission. It was too powerful a drug. Stronger than heroine or crack cocaine. It gave an Ecstasy that no chemical compound ever could. And like any drug, it robbed you of your faculties. Overrode your better judgment. And in the end left you nothing more than a broken junkie looking for your next fix.

And that was what James was offering her. Her next fix. Another high. Another rush. But she was not deluded. It would not last. It never could. She had faced that fact long ago. They would never really work.

But she remembered that crone in the mirror. She was not oblivious. She needed something. She needed this. Maybe James could be her Methadone. A less harmful alternative to the street drugs. A carefully measured dosage that would wean her from her addiction. Was it possible? Was this a blessing or a curse? Was he the best thing that had ever happened to her? Just what she needed right now? Or was he going to be the worse? The one that could destroy her as no other eve could. Not even Him.

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We went back inside ’58 Tour Eiffel,’ enjoying some of the best food I’ve ever eaten, plus the view – wow it was just to die for – atop of Paris, looking down on one of the most beautiful cities below. My eyes and senses were in overload – the place, the people the … feeling it gave me…that feeling that life is truly wonderful as it is… Right! No wonder there were so many people professing their undying love for each other in here, both outside on the platforms with the city stretched out in every direction around you, or inside where the old world charm and pure French chic was everywhere. Perfect place for it.

‘Okay, and sorry Mom and Grandma – you’re gonna haunt me for this – but damn, the food is just wonderful, just so damn nice! Maybe my exuberance and tastebuds have been enhanced with the half bottle of red we had – it might have helped, I guess.’

I was sipping on the remainder of my glass, looking at Ben who had this look on his face like he was the cat that swallowed the canary.

“Hey! You okay?” he smiled.

I fibbed, kinda, as my mind was spinning so fast that I thought I was going to reach critical mass and implode, “Yeah, all good. How could I not be?” I reached across the table and touched his hand.

Before I knew it, we’d finished up dinner and were headed back to our apartment. It just seemed to go like a blur. Somewhere in our conversation, I’d said that I didn’t want the dessert from the menu, making Ben blush big time. “Let’s head home. I think I’d like to get me some ‘southerner’ for dessert,” I said in my worst possible southern accent. It worked though.

As beautiful as the Eifel Tower and Paris by night are, I needed to think and process all that had happened. We slipped out to the waiting elevator and down to the promenade below, walking over to the Taxi rank holding hands. It was such a beautiful night out. I kind of regret not walking back home taking more of it in, more quiet time with Ben.

I spent most of the trip back staring out the window of the Taxi Parisien. All I could think about was what I would have said if he’d popped the question. The thought was fully absorbing my mind. Is this normal? I’ve never felt like this before or been so consumed or distracted by something that didn’t happen. Ben was sitting back, oblivious to the madness going on in my head. I could see out the corner of my eye he was smiling and looking out the other window. He held my hand, rolling his thumb over my knuckle. He seemed content with the night, where we were at. I was a mess inside my head, so conflicted. Full of self-doubt. Plus kind of disappointed, in a way, that he’d gone to all this trouble to give me a friendship ring? Was it meant to be something else and he changed his mind? Maybe I’m the one that is head over heel here and not Ben… See! I have not a fucking clue what to think or do!

Was it something that he was even thinking of, or me too even? If I’m honest with myself, if he had asked, you know – popped the question, would I have said “Yes”? Well maybe? I don’t know really.

I guess – with a long engagement to see if it would work because we haven’t known each other all that long, I think? Is Ben someone I could settle down with? I really like him a lot. I guess, if I’m honest… I might even ‘love’ him.’

Trying to understand what I would do, it’s just too hard – so many questions, so many thoughts. Maybe it’s because I so monumentally fucked things up with Sam, my ex-wife too – it can’t be all her fault I have to own some of it. Is it possible that I’m just one of those people that hits the self-destruct button on themselves whenever someone comes along and loves them or wants me to be part of their lives?

I guess the bigger question is – yeah the elephant in the room, or more in my head – have I gotten over losing Sean or Sam? Did I still have unfinished business with my ex, Tracey…?

I can hear dad now, “test-strength in a relationship is how we cope in our day to day lives. After you finish the picking flowers stage with a person, you have to live with them and they with you.” Ben and I, we’ve both got high-pressure all-consuming jobs. That’s gonna be hard for anyone to have a relationship that works, let alone ‘self-destruct-o’ me.

Mom and dad always used their favourite line on us since we were kids old enough to understand it. It seems only their daughters were able to take the advice on board – Mason and me, maybe not so much. Funny part is though, I vowed ‘never to get married again’. I think I could see myself in a long-term relationship with Ben… maybe… arrgh… I’m so confused!

Sirens wailing in the distance pulled me out of my own thoughts. I looked across at my Texan who was quietly looking out the window of the taxi as we drove along the beautiful boulevard passing the Arc de Triomphe.

It’s weird, right – I felt myself falling back into my mind again. But I could easily see us doing this – driving here, there, or going casino oyna through life comfortably into old age. I must be under the love drug or something – my mind is so full of turmoil. The whole thing is making my head hurt.

Subconsciously, I raised my hands and rubbed the centre of my forehead, letting out a little moan in frustration.

“What’s up Jamie? Come on, share?” Ben looked around at me smiling.

“Was just thinking.”

“Oh, I thought those loud noises were from the cobble stone road, not your head.” Ben laughed.

I leaned over, whispering in his ear, “The only banging noises will be what I’ma going to do to you when we get back.” I gently rubbed the tip of my nose against the side of his cheek just near his ear, and murmured “hmmm.”

“You enjoyed it tonight, right?” There was a look of trepidation on his face.

“Of course I did Ben. Wow! Who wouldn’t? Beautiful place, food, you and this…” I lifted my hand a little, rolling my thumb over the ring on my right hand.

“Cool! You just seem a little distracted or upset since, you know. You’re okay with it, right?” Now there was a tinge of fear sweeping across his face.

“Hey, I couldn’t be happier. It’s just been such a great night, so many wonderful things, experiences you know.” I leaded over and kissed his cheek gently. “I’m just not sure that I’m worth it all really.”

“Hey, don’t let anyone say you’re not worth it, okay? I’d give you anything, everything. I think you’re amazing, James Lucas Spence, and you’re mine.” Ben pulled me closer again. His hand slipped up my chest, his fingers coming to rest on the back of my neck. Slowly he pulled me to him, our lips met and we kissed, gently at first. He pulled back a little. “I could do this forever!” Our lips met again, our kiss deepening quickly, thankfully not enough to make the cab driver crash though. We pulled apart. “Thank you, Jamie.”

“What for?”

“For… just being you.”

..o0o..

The thoughts that had consumed me all the way back were dissipating as I looked at the beautiful guy sitting next to me. ‘Okay, just relax, Jamie. In time, you’ll know what to do.’ That moment of rare clarity was broken by the view of his fine butt climbing out of the Taxi if front of me.

Ben managed to make it inside the apartment before I started to strip his clothes off. 63m2 might be small, but trust me, I had him butt naked in the first few steps and pinned against the wall soon thereafter. I began working my mouth all over his body, starting at his very kissable lips and heading south, via his neck and nipples.

It quickly turned into me lifting him up onto me, his legs wrapped around my waist, his ankles locked above my butt, arms over my shoulders and halfway down my back, grabbing hold of me as our mouths smashed together. I could feel the ring on my hand – it was distracting me a little, but I’ll get used to it.

I wanted this, tonight, to be something special. When we made it onto the bed, I flipped us over and looked him straight in the eyes. “Ben, I haven’t done this for a while, but I want you to top me.”

The look in his eyes was that of… love I think, or maybe confusion. I don’t know, but whatever it was, it looked damn sexy.

“Only if you make me yours too.”

..o0o..

Finally, we fell asleep in each other’s arms exhausted as daylight started to break. Neither of us was going to have a comfortable trip home I think – oops. After sneaking a couple of hours sleep, my alarm starred to ring. We only had four hours till Ben’s flight left, with a fifty-minute ride to the airport. My flight wasn’t for three hours after his.

We lay in bed, Ben in the little spoon position, his warm firm body against mine. It seemed that Jamie, Jnr, wanted one last outing before we left. Quietly, slowly, I lubed up my cock and after warming some lube in my hand, -I’m not a cruel guy right – cold lube when you’re about to be woken up is harsh right!- gently I warm lubed Ben up.

Then pressing my hardness against his entrance, I stopped, with my hand slowly snaking it was along his beautiful body it came to rest on his half-awake cock. Slowly I stroked it to life. “God, you’ve got such a good dick,” I said pretty much too myself, but I think it wasn’t in my head, mouth may have been on. He started to fill in my hand quickly. I could feel his heart beat through it – I’m gonna so miss this. Looks like our boys had the same idea.

“Oh god, you’re so good at this, Jamie,” Ben moaned awake.

“Hey sexy, good morning.”

He was fully hard in my hand now. His breath was slow and deep. Gently, I pushed against his entrance.

“Hmm… yes… oh god, yes,” Ben moaned as I slipped into him. Waiting for a second, allowing his body to accept me, I could feel him come alive against me.

“Oh, this is the best way to wake me up,” Ben pushed back on me slowly driving all the way along me till I was fully sheathed in him. slot oyna There wasn’t as much resistance as usual, but that’s to be expected after what we did last night. ‘I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable for him.’ The feeling of his butt cheeks against my thighs focused my mind on the pleasure at hand. I reached around, grabbing his beautiful hard cock in my hand, rubbing my thumb over his slit, milking some pre-cum out over his head. I continued to milk him till he was all slicked up.

“Oh god Ben, you feel so good,” I moaned as I slowly pulled back and in again, long dicking him with every stroke, pacing myself, keeping a slow steady rhythm that before long had us both at the point of climax.

“Yes Jamie, make me yours, please. Use me… fuck me.” I’d kept stroking his cock with the same rhythm that I was now pounding into him. I could feel his cock starting to swell in my hand, “Oh YES! Fuck! Oh god, YES!!” Ben cried out.

I picked up the pace, knowing he was close and I wasn’t far behind. I changed my angle slightly to let off his prostate for a few strokes – I wanted to keep him at the cusp of cumming for a little longer.

“Oh god, Jamie, let me cum, make me cum please!” I looked up for a moment and noticed a mirror on the wall that I hadn’t seen the night before. I could see us in it. The look on his face was bliss – he was biting his lower lip, his body looked all shiny from the thin layer of sweat – it made him look like a Greek god – I’m sure I saw his eyes roll back in his head almost at some point.

Faster and harder, I was now slamming into him. His body and mind were under my control. My own body was focused on one thing – give him pleasure! I wanted him to remember this for a while. “Oh yes,” I started saying over and over. I moved a little and started to pound his prostate again. It only took a few seconds till I felt that tell-tale swelling of his cock in my hand. His breathing had changed, his head was now pushed backwards against my shoulder, his mouth crying out all manner of curse words as we came together. It was amazing – that moment when we fell off the cliff together, “God damn!!”

I slowed eventually and stopped, still in him, with his still hard cock in my hand. I had him pinned to me, the sweat of our bodies slicked up between us. We lay quietly together in that post sex haze. Our hearts were beating away and our breathing started to slow to normal.

Ben was starting to soften in my hand as I was in him. As I moved a little so I could pull out of him, his hand reached around me, grabbing onto my butt and holding me in place.

“Please Jamie, stay in me for a little longer. I want to remember how your cock fills me up.”

“Okay, I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay. I’ve gotten used to that meat bat you impale me with now,” Ben smiled.

Leaning down, I starting kissing and nibbling along his neck, tracing a line from his ear to shoulder and back, enjoying our last morning together, well for a few months. I could do this for hours, well days even, but something was starting to soften and we needed to get cleaned up.

“Let’s grab a shower, Ben.”

His hand slipped off my butt. We got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I quickly ripped the sheets off the bed and threw them and the towels we’d placed in the bed at some point in the corner of the room – well, I did pay the additional cleaning cost.

I quickly ducked into the kitchen and grabbed us both a glass of juice each. I need a drink – it was either the sex or booze from last night – maybe a little of both.

“Hey,” I held up the glass walking into the bathroom.

“Oh my god, thanks! I’m so thirsty! Was it the booze or sex, Jamie?”

I laughed. “Had the same thought on the way back from the kitchen. Next, we’ll get all soppy and finish-”

“Each other’s…Sandwiches!”

“Oh god Ben-so Disney. But I’m not Hans, right?”

“Nah, you’re more ‘Kristoff,” he replied, smiling, “and that makes Lucas Sven.”

We both laughed at that. “I’ma gonna call him that when I see him next, Anna.”

“Oh my god, please don’t – he’ll hate me. And that wouldn’t be good, long term. Hey – I’m not a Disney princess!” Ben crossed his arms with a little pout going on.

“Well, the choices are limited. It’s either recycle a princess or Le Fou from Beauty and the Beast -your choice.”

“Well, if you can model yourself on Peter Pan, you know flying around all over the place, getting all the boys to fall in love with you, then…” Ben stopped for a second and a huge grin came over his face, “then I can be Flynn Rider.”

“Really… okay he is as sexy as but a bit of a bad boy.”

“Want me to be a bad boy, hmm?” Ben stepped into the shower.

With the warm water running down his beautiful body, I stepped in behind him, rubbing my hands over his body and taking in every contour, ripple of muscle and bone. My hands dipped lower, rubbing his back and flanks, canlı casino siteleri while I leaned in, starting to soap him all over, kissing his shoulders, gently nipping here and there along to the base of his neck. All my ministrations were influencing him – his head dipped forward resting against the tiles. Quiet moans escaped his mouth. If I wasn’t careful, we’d be at it again.

I couldn’t help myself – reaching around him running my hands down his firm stomach, across his Adonis plate, sliding down further, enjoying the feeling of his body under my fingertips.

Finding his cock almost fully hard, slowly I stroked it. He responded, his cock going hard within moments – that beautiful seven plus inches throbbing away in what seemed to be only a few short strokes.

I could feel the passion taking over me: I wanted him once more. With my other hand, I fumbled around till I found the small bottle of lube on the little shelf, still there from our late-night shower. Damn, that stuff even smelt good! These French know how to … just make things a little better.

Popping it open with one hand, I poured the contents into my palm. I started to lube myself up, my hole a little tender still, reminding me of what happened last night as I coated myself as best as I could. Although I wouldn’t describe myself as a vers-top – I’m more just a top – I wanted him to fuck me once more. “Ben,” I moaned in his ear.

Unable to speak clearly, he mumbled back, “Hmmm?”

“Fuck me, Ben! Please!”

He craned his head around, lifting off the tiles. They’d left little lines on his forehead – it looked so cute – all I needed was a marker pen and I could play naughts and crosses on him. “Wha?” he was clearly confused.

“Please Ben, fuck me.” I let go of his cock and turned him around to face me, kissing him when his face came close to mine. “Please.” With the remainder of the lube that was on my hand I slicked up his cock, dropping the empty container of lube to the floor.

It caught Ben eyes. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, I turned around, reaching down grabbing his cock in my hand to guide him in.

“Okay. Y’all let me know if this hurts, okay?”

I nodded, while sticking my butt out for him. God, I’m cock crazy today. “Oh yeah,” I felt his warmth against my hole. It wasn’t a totally unpleasant feeling, but clearly all the action from last night came back as my butt ached a little – well, a lot really – as he pressed into me. Thankfully, he waited for my body to relax. I so wanted this – I wanted him.

“You okay, Jamie?” Ben’s voice was heavy with lust and concern.

I was unable to speak, just nodding my head. I was trying my best to regulate my breathing so I could relax as his monster pushed into me. Oh god, it felt so good. Ben is a gentle lover to say the least, allowing me time to get used to his size as he pressed deeper into me. I was totally pushed against the shower screen. I spread my feet a little more, opening myself up to him. It worked – he was now hitting my hot button with every stroke, on and on.

“Oh Christ, Ben!! Yeah… right there… naaah, like that.” I was rambling on, losing control of my body, overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure coursing through me with every stroke, and bam – once he found it, he kept on it with every stroke. I couldn’t help myself babbling away as Ben joined me in what was becoming a loud, almost porno-like session.

Ben was picking up the pace. His strokes now became faster and a little more erratic. His grip on my hips firmed, with one hand. The other was sliding up to my chest where he pulled me back towards him. I was arched like I’d done to guys before. God, it feels as good from the business end too!

I wasn’t sure it wasn’t going to leave marks – the death grip on my hip. His hand pushed me back against him, my head occasionally hitting the shower. I remember after one night in Austin, I was kissing him awake when I saw the reddening marks on his hips from my grip earlier, plus a few love bites on his chest and neck. He was totally okay with it – I was the one who was shocked. I get it now though – you know it’s gonna hurt or leave a mark, but it’s almost like a subtle private reminder of what you’re doing days later.

He wasn’t far from cumming, I felt his cock twitching inside me as he cried, “Oh fuck, Jamie, I’ma, I’ma cumming-fuck!!” With that, I felt him firing away deep inside me. I’m sure my vision went for a few seconds or my hearing. It was like I had ringing in my ears – I think he’d just fucked me senseless.

My body felt all weak, almost floppy. I was breathing like I’d just ran a marathon. We stood there, locked together for a few moments, coming down off our high, our breathing slowing. My head hung forward whilst I tried to get my breath back. Ben slowly pulled out of me as I looked down at my own cock and noticed that there was some cum dribbling out. I’d cum too and didn’t even know it – wow!

“Ben, look at what you did to me!” I smirked as I slowly pulled away and turned to face him. He had a look of concern that he’d hurt me, obviously he or I misread my comment. “No, my cock!” His eyes looked down. “That was so good I didn’t even know I’d cum!”

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I awoke in the middle of the night to a stirring inside me. It was building up, and my pussy began to get very moist, and glistened with my juices. All I want was is to have my pussy used, and fucked, like the true whore I know I am.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a BBW, and I stand 5’2, 200lbs., with brown hair and eyes. I have a 38D chest, and a completely shaved pussy, and a big fat ass, that loves to be spanked.

I have been waking up like this in the middle of the night for two months now. I can’t explain it. I feel the need to be used, and used rough and nasty. My hand goes straight to my pussy every time I think about it. Sometimes I imagine I am being used by a group of men, or women, and my pussy gets dripping wet. I realize that the only thing that will let me sleep is to get fucked and used the way I need, but first I needed to get back to sleep. I played with my clit, and fingered my cunt until I came, and then drifted off to sleep, thinking about my need to be used, and how to make it happen.

After work the next day, I signed onto my comp, and put some personal ads on adult sex sites. I wasn’t even sure if I would get up the nerve to meet anyone, but I wanted to see if there was anyone out there that enjoyed using a BBW slut.

I couldn’t believe how many emails I got in response to my ad. It was amazing! I answered every one, and as I did my pussy began to get very wet, and I started playing with my clit with one hand, and typing responses with the other. My responses began to get more and more heated as I went on. By the last one I was practically begging to be used, fortunately the recipient, was a horny old man. Older men is another weakness I have. I love the Daddy/Daughter roleplay, it’s very hot.

His response came almost immediately. My heart was pounding as I opened the email. He went on to tell me how he loved BBW sluts, and he would use me real good. Of course I was rubbing my clit as I read through the email. His picture was at the bottom of the email, along with his phone number. He looked to be about 65 years old, a bit overweight, and a big nose. He wasn’t good looking by any means, but looking at his picture, all I could think about was him using me. Forcing me to suck his cock, and spank me, the chills ran through me as I imagined it.

The back and forth emails went on for about an hour, and then he wrote that he wanted to talk on the phone, and gave his number. I told him I was shy, and would have no idea what to say. He told me to just answer his questions and everything will be fine. “How hard could that be?” I thought to myself.

I sent back my response telling him I would call in five minutes. I signed off my computer, and picked up the phone, and noticed my hands were shaking, and my heart was beating so hard, I thought it would pop out of my chest. I laid down on the sofa, and dialed his number. The phone rang five times, and then a deep voice answered.

“Hello slut.” “Hi there”, I replied.

“You will address me as Sir, until I feel you are good enough to be my whore.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you like the idea of being a whore for an old man like myself?”

“Oh yes Sir, very much so.”

I couldn’t believe I just said that! And to a total stranger. My cunt started to drip.

“Do you like being called dirty names when you get used whore?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you consider any names offensive?”

“No Sir, it’s all part of the game.”

“Do you think this is a game?”

“No Sir, that’s not what I meant.”

“Shut up cunt, and listen carefully!”

“Yes Sir.”

“Play with your clit, while we talk, and make sure I hear you moaning bitch!”

“Yes Sir.” As I rubbed my dripping wet pussy, he continued to tell me how he was my Daddy, and I was his whore daughter. I was loving every minute of it. Hearing about how he would use me the way I need. Just at the moment I thought I would explode, he asked me for my address. In the heat of my impending orgasm, I screamed it out. All of a sudden the line went dead.

“Oh shit!!, what did I just do?” I said out loud.

I sat there waiting, and wondering what to do. “Should I open the door to a complete stranger so he can use me?”, I thought. Then I began to panic thinking about how he might be some psychotic killer or something like that. I kept going back to thinking about a complete stranger using me, and my pussy was getting very wet, and felt like it was on fire. I began rubbing my clit to try and ease the throbbing I was feeling. Again, just being at the edge of an orgasm, the bell rang. I jumped up and looked out the window, and saw an old, overweight, man at the door. Since I live on the first floor, I got a very good look at him. For a moment I imagined him forcing his cock into my mouth, and that was all I needed to buzz him in. As I opened the apartment door, he greeted me with a “Hello cunt”, and pushed me back inside and locked the door. He roughly pinned me up against the wall, and rammed two fingers deep into my sopping wet pussy.

“Is this casino oyna what you want whore?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

I felt a hard smack come down on my ass. “You are to call me Sir, or better yet you can call me Daddy today”, he said with a big grin on his face.

“Yes Daddy.”

“That’s better my piggie slut little girl.”

He continued to finger my cunt roughly, and playing with my rock hard nipples. He squeezed them hard making me scream. I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked and used, and be his personal fuck toy.

“Are you going to be a good whore for Daddy?”

“Yes Daddy, do anything you want to me.”

Daddy grabbed me by my hair and led me into the living room. He sat me down on the sofa, and began to unzip his pants. As he did he reached down, and pinched my nipples some more. They were red and sore, but I still wanted more. I wanted him to smack my tits hard and rough. I love having my tits smacked. The harder the better. It really gets me going.

“Suck Daddy’s cock piggie slut.”

“Yes Daddy”, and I took his rock hard cock in my mouth. He was about 7 inches, which in my opinion is perfect. I love to deep throat, and have cock forced down my throat, so big cocks are harder to handle. I also love having my ass raped, and his cock was the perfect size for it.

I began licking his cock, up and down the shaft, massaging his balls in the process.

“That’s it slut, take care of Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy”, as I took his cock into my whore mouth. I went up and down on his cock, as he began forcing me down further onto his old cock.

“That’s it bitch, suck Daddy’s cock good, and maybe he will use you as his personal fuck toy.”

I moaned onto his cock at the words I was hearing. The nastier he got, the harder and deeper I sucked. All of a sudden he pulled my head off his cock, and sat down.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap piggie slut.”

“Yes Daddy”, as I climbed up on his lap, leaning back so he had full use of my pussy. He immediately started rubbing my clit, causing me to moan again.

“Play with your tits for Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy”, as I start squeezing my 38D tits, and pinching my nipples. “Do you like that Daddy?”, I asked him.

“Oh yes Daddy loves to watch his whore play with herself.”

He took his hand away from my cunt, and pushed my own hand to my throbbing clit.

“Play with your pussy for me while I watch.”

“Yes Daddy.”

I rubbed my pussy while my Daddy watched and stroked his hard cock. My pussy started to drip onto his lap, which only turned him on more. He roughly pushed me to my knees in front of him.

“Lick my balls cunt!”

Just hearing the way he talked made my pussy throb with excitement. I obeyed, and lowered my tongue onto his balls. Licking all over them, top, bottom, all over. He kept pushing my head lower towards his ass.

“Lick my asshole bitch!”

I had never done that before, so I wasn’t sure what to do. I licked all around his hole, and then started fucking his hole with my tongue, while I slid my hand up and down his cock.

“You like that Daddy?”

“Oh fuck yes, you dirty whore!”

I continued the assault on his hole with my tongue, bringing him closer and closer to shooting his hot creamy load all over me. The whole time he called me dirty names, and I was loving every minute of it. I could feel he was just about to release, when he stood me up by my hair, and walked me into my dining room, and bent me over the table.

He began rubbing my big ass all over, sending chills up and down my body. Then I felt his big hand come down on my right ass cheek. It felt so fucking good, I started moaning and begging him for more.

“Oh yes Daddy, spank your dirty girl!”

“Does my little slut like to be used by Daddy?”

“Yes Daddy, please don’t stop Daddy!”

Daddy continued his spanking, and in between rubbed my ass all over to get it ready for the next blow. I thought about how red my ass must be by now, and then he said “It looks like you can take a lot on that whore ass of yours cunt!”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Tell Daddy what you want whore!”

“Please use me any way you want Daddy!”

“That’s it whore, beg me like the slut you are!”

“Please Daddy, fuck me and use me, oh please Daddy!”

“Do you want Daddy’s old cock inside your young tight cunt?”

“Oh Daddy yes, stick your old cock inside me!, fill me up Daddy!”

With that Daddy stepped up behind me, and rammed his old hard cock into my hot wet hole. I screamed so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear me. He must have known what I was thinking because he rammed his underwear into my mouth while he fucked me. Now I was screaming like crazy, since no one could really hear me. He pounded me hard into the table, fucking me roughly, while he spanked my bright red ass.

I needed to cum, and he knew it. Daddy wasn’t ready to let me cum just yet though. He quickly pulled out of me, making me moan in disappointment. He spanked me a couple of more times, and then slot oyna forced me back into the living room. He forced me to my knees, and told me to wait there like that. He walked around looking for the bedroom. He must have found it because her came back out with a blanket and two pillows. He laid them on the floor, and said “Perform for me whore.”

I didn’t know what he wanted, so he pushed me down onto the blanket, and told me to put on a show for him. He wanted to watch me make myself cum. I laid down as ordered, and began rubbing my cunt while he watched, he sat in a chair in front of me, and told me what he wanted to see, and called me names as I did them.

He wanted to see me touch myself everywhere, and tell him all of it belonged to Daddy. He said how he loved watching his BBW slut do as he says. The more I rubbed all over my body, the more nasty his words got. I was loving it, and my cunt was dripping wet. I felt like such a slut for him, and I never wanted it to end.

As I was moaning, and fingering my cunt, he got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with a cucumber he found in the refrigerator, and handed it to me. “Fuck yourself with that cunt.”

“Yes Daddy.” I took the cucumber in my hand, and realized it had to be 8 inches long, and so fat I couldn’t get my whole hand around it.

I started fucking myself with it, as Daddy watched. “Deeper whore, deeper”, Daddy yelled.

I slid almost the whole thing deep inside my fuck hole, and looked right into my Daddy’s eyes as I did it. The lust in my eyes must have been obvious because he kept telling me how he knew I enjoyed fucking myself for him.

“Oh yes Daddy, I will do anything to please you Daddy.”

“Anything?” he asked.

As I fucked myself for him, in between moans I managed a “Yes Daddy, anything.”

“Good now fuck your cunt until you cum, and I have something special for you whore.”

My heart skipped a beat, as I started to ram the cucumber in and out of my dripping wet cunt. All of a sudden daddy said cum, and on command I did just that. Bucking and screaming like a dirty fuck pig, I begged my Daddy to use me more.

When I had calmed down from the strongest orgasm I have ever had, Daddy grabbed my by my hair, and dragged me into the bathroom. “You’re going to be my bathroom slut”, he said.

He stood me in facing in front of the toilet, and pushed the seat up. “Bend over cunt!”

Of course I did as I was told, and put my hands on the edge of the toilet and bent over. My face was right above the toilet water, and all I could think about was this old man fucking me, and my cunt was like a faucet dripping with juices.

He slid his cock deep inside my waiting cunt, and fucked me like that for a few minutes. He grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back as he pounded me from behind. “You like that bitch?”

“Oh yes Daddy, oh fuck me Daddy yes fuck me please Daddy!”

As he fucked my hot hole, he slid a finger into my tight virgin asshole. Now he was pumping in and out of both my holes, while I begged for more like the true whore I am. He then slid another finger into me, making me push back on him, trying to get him deeper inside me. I wanted this old man’s cock to control my holes, and fuck me hard, and he was doing a great job of making me a dirty little piggie.

“I bet you would love to have a cock in all your holes at the same time, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes Daddy.”

“Would you like Daddy to watch you while his friends use you?”

“Yes Daddy, oooohhh yes!”

All this conversation and he just kept fucking me, pounding harder when I told him I wanted him to watch me get used by others.

“Are you going to fuck anyone I tell you to whore?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good slut, now Daddy wants you to feel something warm, and beautiful.”

“Yes Daddy.”

My thought were he was going to cum, but I was in for a big surprise. He forced me into the shower, and told me to stand still. He began jerking his cock off at me, and just when I thought I would get his hot creamy cum, I saw him peeing on me. The minute it touched my skin, I wanted it all. I began rubbing it all over me begging him to give me all of it.

“You are such a hot cunt for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes Daddy, oh yes, it feels so warm, and I want it all over me Daddy!”

I rubbed it all over my tits, and as it dripped down to my pussy I rubbed it into my clit. My hands were all over me spreading his pee across every inch of my body. When he finished peeing he stood there watching me be a total dirty cunt, and then started smacking my tits. I wanted to be fucked some more, but he told me to shower and clean myself up.

“When you are cleaned up you may crawl back in here completely naked.” “Is that understood my dirty girl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

Reluctantly I cleaned Daddy’s pee off me, and stood in the shower feeling the hot water run down my body. This for some reason was making me hot again, so I decided to get out and dry off, and get some more of Daddy’s use.

As instructed, canlı casino siteleri I came crawling out of the bathroom, but quickly stopped when I saw three very butch women staring down at me.

“Is this the whore you were telling us about?” one of them asked.

“Yes that’s her, and she’s all yours to do with what you wish.”

Daddy went and sat down in a chair at the far corner of the living room, while these three lesbians began touching me everywhere. One had her hand on my pussy, and the other two were rubbing my whole body while they attacked my now hardening nipples.

“Look the bitch likes it”, one of them said, and they all laughed.

It was true. Knowing these three women were going to use me while my Daddy watched was making my pussy so hot, and my clit was so swollen, and loved all the use it was getting. For some strange reason I still felt I wanted more. I wanted to be raped by these women. I knew Daddy would enjoy that, so that’s what I wanted to do. I would put up a fight, so they rape me the way I need, and Daddy wants.

Now I begin struggling, and saying no, and just as I had expected, they didn’t stop. “Looks like the bitch wants to be raped”, one of them said.

With that twp of them held me down while the third one started fingering my pussy. The feeling was incredible. She fingered me and told me how wet my pussy was, like I didn’t already know.

The two girls holding me down, started pinching my nipples really hard, making me scream and sent a wave of shocking pleasure through my whole body. They were raping me and my body wanted it more than anything else, ever. I was screaming and begging for more. They roughly put me on all fours, as one of them put on a huge strap on. I couldn’t believe the size of the dildo attached to that thing. I wanted it deep inside me, filling me up.

I didn’t have to wait long because she rammed it deep into my cunt, making me scream. She grabbed me by my hair, and pounded me from behind rough, just the way I like it. I glanced over at Daddy to see what he was doing, and he was stroking his hard cock, telling the girl to fuck me harder.

“Spank the bitch!”, Daddy yelled.

With that her hand came down on my big ass, immediately leaving a bright red hand print. I moaned and thanked her for the wonderful feelings she was causing me. She kept spanking me, and now the other two girls started smacking my hanging tits. I was in heaven as these three lesbians used, and abused me.

I felt the dildo being pulled out of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty. I wanted more, I wanted my cunt filled, and I wanted to be Daddy’s special whore. The girl that was fucking me, stuck the dildo in my mouth, and made me clean off my juices. Licking up every drop, I felt the need for more use. Daddy sensed that and came over to me, and shoved his hard old cock into my mouth. He forced me to take his whole cock, making me gag, and also making him tell me what a dirty whore I was.

“Gag on my cock slut, that’s it!”

“Yes Daddy,” was what I tried to say, but with Daddy’s cock filling my mouth, it sounded like nothing more than a bunch of gibberish, but Daddy knew what I meant.

The girl with the strap on came up behind and me and continued her assault on my pussy. Now I had a woman filling my cunt with her strap on, and Daddy’s cock filling my mouth. I felt like such a whore, and so nasty that I wanted to cum. I pulled my mouth off Daddy’s cock, and begged him to let me cum.

“You fucking whore, you love this don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy, I really do.”

“Well then I guess you can cum, but know that your use isn’t even close to being finished.”

“Oh yes Daddy!” was all I could say as the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, completely overtook my body. I began to shake, and felt as if I couldn’t breathe. The feeling was incredible. Nothing had ever felt this good.

After I was finished Daddy shot his hot creamy load into my mouth, forcing me to swallow ever drop. As quick as the girls came, they were gone. Daddy and me were alone again.

Daddy sat back in the chair, and patted his lap, telling me to come sit. I did as he wanted, and climbed up on his lap. He spread my legs wide, as I straddled him. His cock was soft now, and looked old. The skin was hanging, and so were his balls. It turned me on so much to look at, my cunt started to get wet.

Daddy slid his fingers up and down my slit, telling me what a good whore I was tonight for him.

“My little piggie slut did well tonight with Daddy’s friends.”

“Thank you Daddy,” I said in between my moans from him playing with my pussy.

“Do you like when Daddy plays with you whore?”

“Yes Daddy, so much.”

“Your pussy is so wet, and juicy, I want to use it all night long.”

“Oh yes Daddy, use me more, please!”

As Daddy slid his finger into my waiting hole, he gave me the next list of orders. He continued to finger my pussy while telling me, making me say yes to anything he said.

“After I finish with you, I want you to go take a shower and clean up.”

“Yes Daddy, oh yes Daddy.”

He then slid two fingers into me fingering me fast, and hard. I was screaming at this point, ready to explode, when he quickly pulled his fingers out of my pussy.

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