Author: ImYourDaddyNow86

Going away party [MF] [Exhibitionism]

When Danielle woke up that Sunday morning, part of her hoped that the night before didn’t actually happened and that it was just a dream, but she knew it did. Her heart was beating faster just thinking about it. And she felt the need to touch and play, but there was not time. They were leaving in just a few hours and even if everything was prepared, her husband and her son would love to spend the last hours in that home together and having some family fun, even if her sexual pleasure would have to wait. She always left that for later, and that triggered last night, funny how things work. So many weeks of frustration just blew up.

The last few weeks had been hectic. Getting everything ready for the return home after a few years in a foreign country. She was happy, it had been a good experience, she managed to complete a project and her husband got a good job while they were there, but it was time to go back. Almost every night they had visitors or dinners with people who were close and last night was the last one, with a group of their neighbors. A single guy and two couples, they were a bit more…adventurous than what she was used to, but they were good people and she appreciated them. She wore a green dress, with matching earrings, a black lace thong with a matching bra and heels. She spent some time with her make up as she expected for her and her husband to finally get some sexual relief afterwards. Read more »

The burglar [MF] [Abuse] [NonCon]

She was waiting for her husband to come back home. The husband she cheated more than a few times with more than a couple of men. She always wanted more and fantasized about many things. She was a cute latina girl, not tall by any means and a tight body. She had green eyes.

She was playing dress up. She picked outfits that her former lovers would’ve liked. A cute skirt, a sexy top, a dress, high heels. That day she wore a black thong and no bra. Her nipples were visibly hard through most of her clothes.

The last outfit she tried when she did that was always the same. That one was for a special someone, not a real person though. Just a fantasy. The man who would just take her as a stranger and leave. The one who would use her like a fuckdoll. The one who wouldn’t care if she wanted it. For him she wore a thin white wife beater, her thong and matching heels. Nothing more. In her mind he would find her in exactly that moment and just do it. She never told anyone this fantasy. She usually finished touching herself, but this time she waited. Read more »

First time in the street [MF] [Prostitution] [Cheating]

As soon as her husband left their home she ran upstairs for her new clothes. She hid them. A very short skirt and a very tight top that make her thick figure a little too tight. She smiled. She kept them hidden many days and today she decided she’d do it. Her comfortable life was not enough. In a hurry she left her home and got a room in a hotel in what she called “the bad side of town”.

She didn’t know exactly how to do it. She just stood on the sidewalk like the rest of the hookers. Small talk with a few of them before they left with a client. As it was morning it wasn’t very busy. The first man interested in her sneered at her rates “I can have a younger pussy for half your price”. Her face went red and she tried to lower it but he laughed and left. For the next one she offered a little less than half her original price. Then she gave her first handjob. She tried to encourage him, ask him to cum telling him how badly she wanted it. She wasn’t even faking it. “Just shut the fuck up and keep going!” He made a mess in her hand. She picked it up and he left. She looked around and was alone. She smeared it on herself. She gave two more handjobs and a blowjob with a condom before her last client of the day. She smudged all the cum she could on her thighs and tits. Read more »

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Blackmail – pt.3 [MF]

She heard steps entering the room. She remained still. Naked. Exposed. Her breathing faster than before. *It has to be him*. Finally after so many weeks of games they were in the same room. He didn’t close the door yet. It was not important. He stood closer and touched her hair. She whimpered. She kept quiet. He touched her nipples and she tried to be silent. He whispered in her ear. “So here we are”. His warm breath brushing her neck slowly. Another woman entered the room, but she didn’t noticed. He closed the door and walked back to her, kissed her cheek. She could barely stand.

“I was thinking about that night after you bought your toys…did you bring them?” She did. They were inside a bag on the bed, he took them out. The other woman remained unnoticed, her legs a little spread on the chair. Smiling and waiting for her turn to speak. He continued, “that night you did everything as I told you, I guided you and you enjoyed it, probably you never had an orgasm as strong as that one”. It was true. *I loved every second of it*. Such shame afterwards. Read more »

Blackmail – pt.2 [MF]

It felt like forever standing there. Vulnerable. She hid the key to the room exactly where he told her. She heard steps all getting closer and fading away as quickly as in a hurry. What if someone else could find the key? Of course it could happen, and they would probably take it to the front desk and she’d be found there by the hotel employees. *So humiliating*. She knew he wouldn’t even be mad, but she was expecting him. At last. After so many weeks of this weird game. She kept remembering her journey here. Read more »

Blackmail [MF]

She visited that store almost once a month. A large clothing store for women. She had no idea what was going to happen. How could she? Right now, months later. Sweaty and naked, expecting, blindfolded. Standing right in front of a hotel bed, in the room she rented because he said so. Breathing slowly. A soft breeze touching her skin, a little cold but not enough for her to get dressed again and leave. It all started in that store. She didn’t know how much she would enjoy it. At the start she was furious.

It was two days after one of her visits to that clothing store that she received a note. “I have pictures of you”. That’s all it was written. She almost called the cops, but to say what? It didn’t really say anything. One day later, a picture of her, she was leaving the store, and another piece of paper. “I liked the blue one, get that one”. *The blue one?* It was about the navy blue skirt she almost bought. Sunday afternoon, note with a phone number. “Text me.” *I can’t…could I?* Read more »