Category: Daddys Girl Phone Sex

Retail Therapy

I was in desperate need of a heavy dose of retail therapy. I just couldn’t deal with the stresses of class; my mommy didn’t understand me and daddy wasn’t around to heal me. So off to the mall I went! My first stop was the shoe store, and I was so happy that I stopped there first. This gorgeous man helped me pick the hottest red pumps that screamed FUCK ME! When I put them on I fell in love, they were so cute! And to make it even better they fit like a Dr. Scholl’s glove. I caught a glance in the mirror of the way the shoe salesman was looking at me strut my stuff in the heels and I just knew that these were the ones! I told him I’d buy them and he gave me his discount, I almost wanted his number but I knew I shouldn’t bother with him.

I left and was off to find a hot dress that fit me as good as the shoes did. I was in the dressing room and realized that the dress that I picked was too big. I asked the retail manager if she could bring me a smaller size. I was in my underwear when she returned with the smaller size and knocked on my dressing room door. I opened it thinking nothing of my appearance, and there he was… Standing there, in all his fine smooth skin standing tall thick and fuckable. Holding the size 4 dress I had requested. I grabbed the dress still trying to control my urge to slip him inside me right there. When I tried to tug the dress out his hands he came forward and pushed himself into the dressing room with me.

Secret Desires

 I knew that sensual domination phone sex was the only way that I would bring his secret desires to fruition. He  often speaks of these desires in his dreams. Deep in sleep he moans, as he tosses and turns, speaking their names. I know he is living out his p phone sex fantasies in the subconsciousness of the dream state. Sweat forms along his brow as he speaks the names of my girls. His mouth grows dry as he licks his lips and I know that he is licking their sweet, tight kitties in the darkness of his mind. One still bald and the other on the cusp of maturing with a hint of peach fuzz. He keeps these desires buried deep, and in the light of day he is the master of disguise, the king of discretion.  If I didn’t share his bed the night before I would never believe he has the dreams and fantasies he has, about them. I can’t lay another night beside him, fucking my pussy with fever, listening to him and knowing that the girls adore him and would love nothing more then to satisfy his deepest wish. So tonight I will use a sensual approach. I will lay him down and work him like a fiddle, caressing and kissing him and softly whisper erotic fantasies in his ear. Once we are in the heat of the moment the girls will come in, we won’t let him resist. We will gently lead him across the forbidden line into our family fun that is filled with lust and fantasy and fulfillment for those of all ages. The girls and I will dominate his waking thoughts gently and with a persuasion that can’t be resisted by any red blooded man. All of our dreams are about to cum true.

Cocksucking, Pizza and Daddy

I love sucking cock. I’ve been sucking cock since I was just a little brat. I sucked my daddy and my brother  off for years. My daddy had this trick for getting me to suck his cock when I didn’t even really understand what I was doing. He would put his big thick cock in food I was going to eat.  He would cut a hole in the popcorn tub and put his cock up in the warm buttery stuff. Every time I reached my little hand in, I would touch his dick. Often the extra butter at the bottom of the tub was just Daddy’s butter.  He would put his dick in a little Cornish hen. He would cover his cock in spaghetti and tell me his balls were meat balls. He was wicked creative or wicked horny. Both actually.

My favorite was the pizza on the lap trick. He would order my favorite pizza, cut a hole in the box and the pizza and put his cock right in the middle. I would eat the pizza around his shaft, then bob up and down his heat seeking missile (what he called it when I was younger). What would squirt out was extra cheese for my pizza according to Daddy. Dick cheese, yummy.

I developed quite the addiction to pizza thanks to dear old dad. In fact, I cannot eat pizza without wanting extra cheese now. When I told this delivery boy about my special extra cheese pizza addiction, he was more than happy to help me out. So he came in the house and I got to have pizza just like I did with Daddy so many years ago. Just now I know how to suck cock, so it’s much better for the guy. In fact, I sucked his cock first, so I could have his cum on my pizza before I ate it. I tried to tip him, but he refused any money. Said I had already given him a big tip. Well technically, he gave me the big tip!

Master Knows Breast

When I was just a wee girl, I would sit on the couch with my parents and watch classic TV shows like “Father Knows Best.” It was such a wholesome family show. My mom was clueless about what my daddy would do to me after he tucked me into bed. He always slithered back into my room after she was asleep and said it was time to play a little game; a special game just between him and me. His game was called “Father Knows Breast.” He would suck on my titties. They were smaller then, but he loved to play with them.  He did all sorts of things to my breasts at night. He would tie them up; put nipple clamps on them; pour hot wax over them; put his cigarette out on my nipples; bite them; cover them in melted chocolate for a special midnight snack; spank them; squeeze them… There was nothing off limits in his game of Father Knows Breast. My breasts were his to do with as he saw fit.

His favorite thing to do of course was to fuck them. He would climb on top of me at night, push them together, and put his big daddy dick in between them until he shot a load of thick jizz all over them.  He would call me a dirty whore and a cock tease, then sneak back into bed with mommy. My boobs, my body belonged to daddy. They still do. He was my first master. Now, I have way bigger boobs and I love them to be mutilated and tortured in a game I call Master Knows Breast. Would you like to play?

All My Daddies.

 

 

We all only have truly one daddy, but me? i live in a trailer park full of the trashiest dirty daddies ever. I  love pleasing them one at a time. I also love pleasing them all together. Sure one on one is fun. but all of them is better!! Who ever said three is a crowd lied to you. I think it is a party! I love all the men I can get!  I love to do it all! I want to be used and fucked and treated like the dirty little whore that I am! Use my tight young body, force that big fucking cock deep inside my soaking wet cunt. Love to be nasty and kinky. Whatever your dirty pervert fantasy is, I am here to help, more then likely I have already done it too. Whatever it is daddy I am here to please that big cock. I am ready and willingly to do whatever you want, what ever you place, how ever long and with who ever you want! Let me be a good girl for my daddy and make you cock cum as much as I can! Let me be your little cum slut. I hope you let me play with you soon!

 

 

 

Submissive Phone Sex: Broken Over a Joyride

I am a truly submissive slut now. But, I was not always this way. Once upon a time I was a rebel, bratty teen. Got into all sorts of trouble. But the day I became a submissive whore, is a day I will never forget. I was washing my dad’s boss’s brand new Jaguar for some spending money. It was a very sweet ride. I wanted to test it out. So I took it for a little joyride. Yeah, technically I had no permission and I had no license yet, but it was a Jag. I lifted the keys from his office desk while he was on a conference call and went for a drive.  I drove his  prized possession all around town; was gone for hours. I figured I would never get caught because he was at work and his car was in the employee garage. I figured wrong. He had cameras everywhere.

Not only did he call the cops on me, he called my daddy on me. I am not sure what was worse. The time I spent in juvy lock up or the weekend of pain my father inflicted on me for the embarrassment my little joyride cost him. He almost got fired over my little act of car thievery. Father decided then I had to be broken; I had to learn to obey and follow rules.  He stripped me naked. I had to kneel down with my ass exposed. He began paddling my ass with a wooden spoon. So hard, I had splinters in my ass and it was bleeding. But that was not enough. He escalated to caning me. This was excruciating. I could feel flesh tearing from my bottom. After my ass was raw and bleeding, he poured table salt into the wounds and made me sit on my bottom covered in salt to ponder my sins while he shoved his cock down my throat forcing me to suck him off.

I was crying, telling my Dad how sorry I was and I would never steal  a car again. Then,  he did something unexpected. He went and got a butcher knife from the kitchen. I was so scared thinking my father was going to kill me over a joyride. But no, he chopped off my beautiful blonde locks. He told me I was  too pretty and that if I was humbled perhaps I would no longer be such a bratty cunt. He then went in my room and destroyed all my clothes and makeup. I looked like an orphan. My hair tattered,  now forced to wear rags and second hand clothing. I would lose my popularity in school. But that is what daddy wanted. Me broke, and  dependent on him. He managed to break my spirit that day. I was forced into the life of a scared little girl dependent on her daddy for companionship.

I would never be a dominate brat again. I would never disobey my daddy again.  And thanks to a harmless joyride, here I am today seeking your approval, seeking your control, seeking your ownership. Use me as you see fit. I am a worthless, car stealing whore forever.

Daddy explores my spread legs

My ruBber Jacket .. reads… ~ Devilish

ohhh how
daddy loved jesus

especially
when he’d feed us

dick

ti’l we’d
get sick

ohhh how thick
was his lust…

obsession
and seagram seven

turned
agression

into heaven
so

father
let us prey

as i lay me
down to sleep
take his life
before he creeps
back

into my bed
slurring secrets
as i’m spread
sweating semen
between my legs

dear lord
i’ve been explored
council crack

the cutting board

my rubber jacket reads

the mental ward.

My Daddy is so nice! He brought me a lollipop and got me out of school early today. I didn’t know why, but I found out because turns out, the ice cream cone he wanted me to lick was his Daddy dickie! 

Barely Legal Phone Sex Bambi Fucking on the Washing Machine!

I love fucking on the the washing machine. It’s like a big vibrator for my whole body! It sends tingles all over and shoots straight to my pussy. When I’m in a kinky mood I love to find crazy places to get off and the laundry room happens to be one of my favorites. Daddy caught me playing with myself on top of the washer. Uh oh! I was too busy with sticky fingers inside my cunnie to even stop. Daddy didn’t mind though, in fact he loved seeing his little girl pleasuring herself. He came up to me and asked if he could help me. Of course daddy could help! I love when he curls his tongue and tongue fucks my little pussy. He got on his knees and gripped my legs and dived face first into my juice box. Daddy’s tongue and that vibration of the washer had me on the brink of cumming! Daddy flicked his tongue up and down my clit and sent me into orgasmic heaven!

I was major horny now! I wanted to feel daddy’s cock inside so I could cum again but all over his fat cock this time. He scooted me to the edge of the washer and teased my clitty with his huge love machine. As he slid in my tight cunt, the machine went into spin cycle. Mmm It felt so good up against my ass as daddy was pounding my fuck hole. Daddy was fucking me so good to the rhythm of the washer, I think that was the hardest I’ve came ever! I squirted all over daddy’s dick and made a mess all over the washer! The one thing that gets things clean was leaking with my juices! Dirty Dirty washing machine!

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Pain Slut for Daddy

Submissive phone sex is what I crave. I am a tall beautiful goddess; this I recognize.  And not a day goes by that I do not have a few guys, even females, who want to worship me, adore me, treat me like a princess solely on my looks. But, I have long harbored a dark secret. I look like a spoiled bitch on the outside; one who can command any man. However, I am a total submissive slut. Technically, I am a pain slut. I have no interest in equal relationships, nor do I want to dominate any man. I want to belong to a master. And I mean belong in every sense of the word. I want a man to control what I wear; how I act; what I do; where I go. To control my every move and every sexual encounter. And, most importantly, I want to be abused. I’m talking hardcore abuse, S and M, extreme bondage, water sports, rough anal, even sadistic torture.

Do you find yourself wondering how a tall goddess, former Homecoming Queen and Head Cheerleader became such a submissive junkie? Daddy. I t all began with my Daddy. You see after my mother died, I was the woman of the house and my dad was a tortured artist type. He had a very dark side. I think Daddy felt conflicted by his sexual desires for his young daughter that he turned me into his slave, into his pain whore to appease his guilt. The first time he saw me naked in the bath tub, he called me a dirty cock tease whore and said I needed to be punished for such nasty behavior. He made me get out of the tub and lay across his lap. I was very young. He spanked me first with his bare hand so hard I was crying and begging for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire he spanked me so hard.

I could feel his thing under me, hard as a rock. He knew he was hard too and this made him want to hurt me more. I was not sure if he hurt me more because I made him hard, or if it made him hard hurting me. Regardless, I paid for his hard dick. He grabbed the curling iron and shoved it in my pussy and fucked me repeatedly  for a painfully long time. I was even bleeding. Daddy of course was still hard. Frustrated by his hard dick, he took the curling iron and rammed in up my ass. That was the beginning of my obsession with anal play and torture. It was the beginning of my daddy’s obsession with hurting my ass. Without me even touching his dick, he came in his pants as I cried and begged him not to hurt my bottom. My Daddy and I developed a symbiotic sick relationship that I try to replicate with my masters. Daddy came hurting me, and I learned to please men and hence myself by being a total pain slut.

I always need new mean Daddy’s. Let my pain and my humiliation get you off!

Watch Me

Theater practice is probably my favorite class at school that I have ever taken! Every one in the class is so nice and our teacher, Mr. Harmond, is like the coolest, most awesome, hipster guy I hope I ever meet. He’s really cool and laid back and he’s even got the decency to let us go use the bathroom when we need to! He thinks that I’ve got some great acting skills, but I don’t know… all I know is that at night when I’m in bed I like to pretend. Sometimes I pretend we’re rich and we live in a HUGE mansion with like 2 pools and a butler. My favorite fantasy though is of Mr. Harmond. I imagine him giving me lots of praise when he comes over to tutor me, and he puts his hand on my leg, and before I know it he’s laid my back on my kitchen table. His hands pushing my skirt up… he’s moving my panties to the side… and then all that once his thick cock is all the way inside me and he’s fucking me raw. Of course when I wake up in the morning my dreams have ended, but sometimes I swear I can still feel the tingles that he made me feel in my dream.