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You love my big firm tits and you want to take sexy big tit photos of me. To get me in the mood you play soft, sexy music and tell me to pose for you in the bedroom. I decide your nice four poster bed is a great place to pose. I lift my arms above my head, knowing this makes my tits stand out even more than usual and I lean back against the post as sexy as I know how to. Giving you the bedroom eyes, you begin snapping photo after photo. Showing your appreciation for my sexy body, you encourage me to move through different poses.
As I move, I begin swaying in time to the beat of the music and our photo session turns into more of a dance for you. I begin sliding my body up and down the wooden post of the bed as if I were a pole dancer and this was my show. You bring a chair close to me in order to get more comfortable. You open your pants and begin stroking your already hard cock. I bring my tit to my mouth and lick and suck my own nipple. This makes me moan, but you moan even louder.
You ask me to come to you. I get on my knees in front of you, taking your cock between my big tits that you love. I move my tits up and down your cock shaft, massaging and masturbating you with my tits. You tell me you want some of my hot squirting pussy and I am happy to comply. I straddle you, reverse cowgirl and lower myself onto your rock hard cock. You reach around and grab my breasts, manipulating the tender nipples between your fingers and also applying pressure to guide the speed of my movements. I feel so sexy riding up and down your cock and continue to move with the tempo of the sexy music until I feel you shooting your hot cum deep inside of my cunt. Taking sexy pics for you turned into a very hot, wet night.
I had just returned home from a shopping trip with his credit card. He said I had been a spoiled bratty girl long enough and he would teach me a lesson. I laughed at him. “Daddy” didn’t scare me. I had him wrapped around my pinky finger and he knew it. I went to take a shower. When I started in to my bedroom after showering I found my bedroom door locked.
He comes from behind and snaps a collar around my neck and leads me to his room. In his room, he had laid out a leather top, fishnet stocking, and slutty stripper heels. He told me this would be my attire for the evening and to get dressed. I was getting excited at this role play already and was more than willing to be a punished bad girl. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed my collar had the word Bitch across the front. Rather appropriate I thought, considering I was a brat and always in heat.
After dressing, I followed him to the living room where he promptly cuffed my hands behind my back. He closed them tightly and made them pinch my wrist. I thought I would get a mouth full of cock at this point or at least a hot spanking on my ass, but he just looked at me longingly, making no moves. I then heard the doorbell ring. I was in a panic. Though this was lots of fun, I was not interested in anyone else seeing me. Daddy said that was his boys at the door. He informed me that tonight I would be the entertainment at his poker game tonight. There were 4 regulars on poker night and sometimes extras. This was Daddy’s idea of punishment. If he only knew my pussy was dripping at the thought of being entertainment for 5 or more hot men.
This could be the same old tired needed better grades so I fucked the teacher blog, but it’s not. Actually my grades are fine. To be perfectly honest, I’m just a horny ass slut who likes to fuck and my fine ass teacher struck my fancy. He was young and toned and I just knew he had to have a nice cock, so I went after what I wanted. For weeks I wore short little skirts and low cut tops. He never even batted an eye. I would have thought he was gay if I had not seen him on the town with women. Finally, one day I stayed after school and asked him straight out if he wanted to fuck me. He tried to tell me how inappropriate it was. Bless his heart, he really did try to resist, but once I climbed atop his desk and spread my legs, pulling my schoolgirl cotton panties to the side, exposing my neatly trim pussy right in his face, he was a goner. He was mine. In a flash, I had his tongue buried in my sweet cunny. He pinned me to his desktop and fucked me like I had wanted for weeks. Yes, it was the things this school girl’s fantasies were made of.
After you finished my spanking I promised to be a good girl and not be fucking everybody in the neighborhood anymore, but you thought I deserved a real lesson. You said I gave it up to everybody but just ran around in skimpy tops denying you. You snatched my top off to expose my boobs and set about for some big tit fucking. You told me slutty girls with big tits should be used just like this. You pinched my nipples hard and you fucked my chest, squeezing my tits together to form a type of a pussy for you to fuck.
You told me a Daddy should not take a daughter’s pussy, but that would not stop you from using all my other holes. I thought you would move your cock to my mouth and have me suck it but you said I would enjoy that too much. Instead, you bent me over once again, staring at my ass, red from your spanking. You used a finger, then two, coated with lube to stretch my tight ass. Once you thought it was loosened enough, you moved behind me, putting your big Daddy dick right in my poop chute. Oh Daddy, it hurts, but you continue to work it in til the whole thing is wedged deep inside and then you proceed to fuck my little asshole just as hard as you can. Finally, the pain starts to subside and is replaced by something like pleasure. I am moaning and groaning along with every stroke of your cock into my ass. Eventually, my moans turn into encouragement, saying Yes Daddy, fuck this Bratty girls ass and fuck it hard. Teach me a lesson Daddy. And you do, you are slamming that cock into my ass when I feel my orgasm start. Then, I feel you unloading your hot thick Daddy seed deep inside my ass, which sends me over the edge.
I never knew I could be such an ass whore. Maybe I just needed Daddy to show me the way.
That’s what it was like – completely out of the blue. I was walking along, just taking a short walk home from the local convenience store, when out of nowhere, a man grabbed me. I was muffled, my arms were held tightly to me so I could barely struggle, and I could suddenly no longer see where we were going. Then I knew no more.
When I came to, there was a man before me. My arms were bound to my sides, my feet were bound together, and I was lying on a table completely naked. When I looked down, I could see I was hooked up to an IV drip of some kind. The man introduced himself as Rick. He was eyeing me speculatively, and he asked me my name.
“Tina,” I timidly replied.
“Tina,” he repeated slowly. “I’m about to prepare dinner, Tina. Tender breasts and thighs. I’m thinking I might prepare a rump roast as well. How do you feel about that?” He seemed eager for my response.
Hesitantly, I answered, “Well, I love chicken, but I don’t eat much red meat.”
“Ah. Well, fortunately, I do. You see,” and as he continued, he bound my mouth with a gag, “we’re not having chicken.” Then, to my horror, he lifted what appeared to be a medium sized bowl with a brush in it, and he began… oh God, that smell, I knew that smell!… he began basting me with a marinade! With the brush, he stroked my breasts, first one after another, and the scent of the tangy sweet dressing with which he basted me filled my nostrils, and it was almost enough to make me hungry. Then I recalled what dinner was going to be, and I tried to scream!
But Rick, he kept on brushing the marinade over my breasts. “My dear, do not fear, you will feel no pain,” he said, soothingly. “All will be well.” He then began circling my nipples with the soft yet prickly bristles in a way that first scared me, then I slowly began to find hypnotic, then rather stimulating. In my terror, I found a fascinating arousal in what he was doing, and I felt my nipples harden as he circled first one with his brush, then the other. Soon, he set the brush aside, and he began to use his hands to massage the marinade into my flesh. And I, having long ago stopped screaming, moaned in pleasure.
Rick’s eyes flew to me, and his eyes met mine in surprise, then he smiled. He proceeded to baste me with the marinade – I made a game of trying to guess the ingredients. It wasn’t a typical barbecue sauce, no, but there was a sweetness to it, something that made me feel its stickiness as it dribbled down my sides. When he flipped me over and began massaging my backside, he slipped a flinger into my pussy, and I believe he was shocked to feel me orgasm underneath his touch. Knowing that I was being prepared as a dish… somehow I’d lost my fear under his ministrations. And, maybe it was the hypnotic nature of his touch, perhaps the release from the orgasm, possibly something in the IV drip, but whatever it was, I once again lost consciousness….
Twelve hours later found me in bed, but Rick had set up a table so he might dine with me. Who would have thought, twenty-four hours prior, that I’d have been at a table with my captor, dining on my own tender breasts, served with a bit of my own young rump roast as well? Do I regret the loss of my body parts? Oh, Rick hasn’t taken them all, yet. And he’s right, I feel no pain, so long as I am hooked to my IV. He is delightful company. And he is a wonderful chef.
I’d had some squirting phone sex earlier in the day yesterday, and I was really riled up. But, I was expecting a really hot date, so I made sure my pussy was cleanly shaven. I hopped in the shower and took out the razor and cream, and did a bit of a touch-up. As I ran my hand down my wet bald pussy, I could feel my flesh pulsing in anticipation for the evening’s activities. My hand became covered with the warm water from the shower, and soon, as my fingers began to play a bit, the water was joined by the hot juices that flowed from my body.
I moved my fingers down further and plunged them in as deep as I could, curling them inside of me. I allowed just two fingers in for now, letting them play a bit, twisting them over and over one another, which caused me to moan aloud with pleasure. The sound of it reverberated in the shower, even over the sound of the water smacking against the walls all around me.
My fingers dug in deeper, and I began to thrust with my hand, bringing my other hand into play to fiddle with my clit, now fiercely erect. My hips began to gyrate against my hands, assisting them as the hands pushed in deeper and deeper. I could feel the cum flowing from my cunt, coating my fingers and hands, and I could feel the orgasm building up inside of me.
As I continued working, the need to cum HARD continued, and I kept fucking my hands, moaning loudly now, rocking my clit and cunt with all I could do. Finally, I came, gushing, as I squirted cum all over my hands, soaking myself and making a right mess. Thank goodness I was in the shower! Phone sex just gets me so excited!
Dada wanted some adult baby phone sex the other day, so he called up his favorite adult baby! I wanted something to suck on, so what does he give me? A pacifier, of course! And while I sucked on that binky, he slipped his big fat dicky into my sweet little cunny and began to fuck me. So while I kept sucking, we kept fucking. Sucking and fucking. I learned a rhyme today, Dada! Can you teach me another?
I was really hungry, though, so I needed my bottle. He put it on his dicky, which he kept calling his junk. And the creamy stuff that came out, well, I thought it was milk, but he said that was his spunk. Junk and spunk. Another rhyme!
When we were through, he said I was nothing but a cheap baby whore that he turns to when he’s looking to score some more cheap adult phone sex. Whore, score, and more. That’s three rhymes, Dada! You teach me so much! I hope we get to play again someday!