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 posed for some big tit photos earlier this week. Normally, I am working with legitimate online outfits like Score or some other big boob magazine. This was not a company I was posing for this time, however. It was an individual guy with money and a personal collection of big boob photos. He was older than me, but he has been photographing big titted ladies since the 90s he said. He is an artist, and curvy women with big racks are his muses. Artists have long loved my curves and boobs. Even if it had been a line of bullshit, I would have posed for him. He did pay me for my time, but it was more about how he looked to me. I get weak for handsome older men, especially if they get hard for this sexy BBW phone sex slut. I love an older man with a big, hard cock. Boyd is the kind of man than makes my pussy purr. He has salt and pepper hair, a little scruffy beard, and he gets a rock hard cock staring at my big tits. Part of the photo shoot was outside, but we ended up in his private studio. I saw some of the artwork women like me have inspired before and it aroused me. He is a seductive artist. Talented too. He celebrates women with curves, so I celebrated his big cock. I love sucking dick and titty fucking. My melons are barometers for a big dick. If your cock can snake its way between my big tits and still have room for my mouth, you have a cock worthy enough of my wet bald pussy. I fucked him in his studio. I was always going to fuck him because he was a sexy DILF, and that is my kryptonite, but once I realized how hung and talented, he was, I wasted no time seducing him. He got sexy photos of me, and I got his big cock and a little beer money.
