Yeah, I’m sure daddy’s girl phone sex sounds like a great time to you, but you’ve never had to deal with my crazy ex-husband! He’s a real piece of shit and has never really tried to be in my daughter’s life, but you know girls and their dads; to her, he can do no wrong. After this last time he came around, I never want to see him or his amazing cock again! I think.
We had a really volatile relationship. He was my second true love, the first man I ever wed and the last person I ever let hurt me in my entire life. He’s controlling and manipulative and a real baby whenever things go his way. When I put it that way, he just sounds like a typical man, but rest assured, he’s nothing more than a super sexy sentient bag of rotting trash. With a perfect prick. Dammit!
I’m sure you think I’m exaggerating or overreacting because I’m an emotional woman, but you’re dead wrong. When we were in our late twenties, our daughter wasn’t old enough to walk yet and he was in a band with this guy who had the total hots for me. He thought I was the filthiest and most fuckable girl he had ever seen and did not hesitate to let my ex know every time he saw me at a show. On his bass playing buddy’s 30th birthday, he wanted to give him the most amazing present he could think of so he set up a sexy night at a hotel for the three of us. They both spent the evening obliterating my young woman holes and we all had a great time, but not more than a month later, he threw it in my face in the middle of an argument we were having about something completely different! He actually had the balls to accuse me of subliminally orchestrating the whole thing! Seriously!
I have a ton of stories in the same vein I could tell to illustrate how shitty he is, but I’ll save time and get right to this last go round. I can always tell when he’s about to blow in with the wind because my girl starts talking about him incessantly. She says he’s the dreamiest daddy and talks about how perfect his prick is for hours on end. That kind of shit. She’s not completely wrong and, to his credit, my current husband doesn’t really mind hearing about him that much. They share the same daddy/daughter privileges with her so he figures, as long as he gets a piece of her pussy whenever he wants, why be jealous? Kind of the same deal we have with our relationship.
This time, he implanted the idea in her head that we need to get family pictures together even though we haven’t been together for well over a decade. I hated the plan but my daughter wouldn’t stop whining and begging me to do it, so I relented and took a few shots with the two of them. After that, my ex old man had a couple of shots to give the two of us. He didn’t even wait for us to leave the studio, drilled out his favorite mother/daughter combo right there on the phony house set while a couple of the photographers watched. That part was fine. More than fine, actually.
We got the touched up prints the next day and, as some sort of grand gesture, he framed one and gave it to me. He started talking about how good we look together and saying that if he moved back into town that we could be a family again and fuck our daughter together whenever we want. I reminded him that I have another family now and that we all already do fuck her whenever we want. Stating that simple fact set him off, I swear he’s a ticking time bomb and I definitely don’t want to be around when he finally blows for real. He yelled at me at the top of his lungs in a grocery store parking lot then followed the verbal assault up by punching the picture he had just given me!
Of course my daughter never sees this side of him. With her, it’s all presents and nights out and orgasm after leg shaking, core shattering orgasm. She wants us all to get back together and there’s just no fucking way, I don’t care how good he fucks. I told him a long time ago that I’d never let him into my heart again. He’s lucky that I still let him into my cunt. After this last little stunt, I think that might need to change. Maybe.
I remember while I was a girl just getting into Adult phone chat, I was going to fail a class and knew I absolutely couldn’t do that so I offered my lips. Before long I felt my teacher getting ready to cum hard down my throat and I readied myself. What I didn’t ready myself for was for him to slip my top up and begin tweaking my nipples. I twitched hard at that, unsure exactly what my teacher wanted from me while he was stuffing my throat so nicely. I wanted an A for sure, that’s why I was at this, but that hurt and -ow! I glared up at him petulantly and he chuckled, letting me know I had to work for what I wanted. Age Play Phone Sex isn’t normally nearly as painful as this, so I rolled my eyes angrily, and twitched around him in pain at his newest tweak and squeeze. My tits were sensitive, and he was abusing that to make this so damn hard! I couldn’t let this stand, I pushed him halfway down my throat and went for it with reckless abandon. “Careful!” I heard him shout, and I was having none of that. I’m a cockhungry cumslut and always have been, and I’ve never once had any intention of slowing down when I have a dick in my pretty mouth. I’m thirsty to a fault, not willing to back down from even the greatest challenge, and ferociously after my real prize. No, not the A, though that was technically why I was down on my knees doing Bratty Girl Phone sex in the middle of my classroom. My real prize was the massive helping of cum I knew he was about to give me and the shocks to my system his fingers were forcing on my nipples. I felt it, knew it in my blood, he began to thrust into my throat and I let him deeper into my hot volcano of bliss. I opened myself to his eager hips and his weapon with relish. It was coming, I was so ready!
