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Knocked Up

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Master has been talking about some strange things. He wants to knock me up. I’ve always wanted a sprog or two ofmy own. Then he tells me he wants us to have one of each; a boy and a girl. He will beat the mutant out of me if it’s the wrong sex; and then we will try again. Then he tells me about all the terrible things we’re going to do wih them. He has the hottest mother-son fantasies for me and our son. We’ll start him from the time he’s very small. From the time he is very young until he grows up and moves out, and maybe even past then, I will teach him to please a woman, and how to be pleased. I will teach him about his body and mine in sensual, sexual ways, and Master will teach him all about Domination. How women are the weaker sex, how women deserve to be beaten, whipped and controlled, and how they are to like it. And then our girl will come along; and it will be the opposite. Master will teach her the ins and outs of sex and love, and I will teach her Submission. How wonderful it is to be a pain slut, a dirty cum dumpster for her Master and all of his friends. How men have the dicks so they control everything, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We will make them experiment together; both for pleasure and for punishment. Got straight A’s? Great! Go fuck your sister. Beat someone up at school? Your brother is going to tie you up and flog you, while Daddy controls the tempo. I am so excited to grow life inside me and totally ruin it as soon as it comes out. The breeding starts next week sometime.

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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.

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?

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! 

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.  

Daddy’s ‘lil baby girl

Daddy calls me his special baby girl. He says there is no one like me and that I’m very precious to him. Mostly he says this when Mommy is not around. Pretty much he says it only when his pants are off. Another thing I’ve noticed is that he usually tells me that I’m his special ‘lil baby girl when his Daddy dickie is very hard like a rock solid pee-pee. *Giggle* What do you think that means? Daddy told me the other day that he can’t help but get nice and turned on around his special ‘lil baby girl because I’m so tiny and soft. My hair is curly and blonde and long like a Princess, apparently. Plus, he says I’m nice and warm and he loves to kiss and touch me in bed when Mommy is asleep. That’s why he sometimes sneaks in super quiet to play with my pajama bottoms at night!

Sleepy seeds in my eyes

I wanted to have a sleepover with my friend Wendy, but there was a special condition to follow if I wanted permission. Daddy had to sleep in bed with the two of us to keep us safe and happy during the night. He said that way monsters and bad dreams couldn’t bother us. He even offered to rub our sweet young bodies with his big Daddy hands; he loves me so much, he is always giving me kisses and touching me in a way that he calls the ‘baby massage.’ I rubbed my eyes and felt something crusty on them, so I told my Papa. Daddy said they’re sleepy seeds and he put his thumbs on the corner of my eyes to wipe them off. Then he said there’s another type of seed that he would love to plant inside of me. Daddy told me that it was like yummy batter that would make me sleep really well. So I ate it all up like porridge when he spilled it down my throat. The way he did this was by putting his Daddy thermometer inside of my mouth and then he let my little friend Wendy lick his dangling Daddy balls with her sweet pink tongue. Yummy white snow came out of Daddy’s pee-pee and Wendy and I got to lick it all up as a bedtime snack! Yay:-)

Road Trip!

   So I decided that I was going to run away today… I don’t think that I could stand another second in that house with my dumb fuck little sister Quinn. UGH! She thinks she’s so great… with her good grades and perfect boyfriend, that little bitch thinks she’s SO much better than everyone else… so I decided I was going to leave. I managed to pack all my clothes, some shoes and my cell phone, iPad and Macbook into a backpack and a suitcase. I drove all night until my car ran out of gas. I ended up at one of those weird welcome center things you see when you take road trips and I decided to see if a trucker or someone would pick me up and take me anywhere but where I was. I didn’t meet any truckers, but I did meet a really nice guy who had one of those RV type things. He told me he would take me anywhere I wanted to go if I could make it worth his while. I didn’t have any money, but I think he meant something more along the lines of… well…sex. If it gets me where I wanna go I’ll do anything he wants!