Oh Daddy….. Part 1 [MF]

Yes, I will finish my story about B but today we’re having a little detour.

This is just the introduction to the story of Daddy and I. There’s a lot of this tale to share already (and hopefully still more to come ?) I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I love your comments and messages and if any of you have enjoyed my new foray into sharing a few pictures you should send your thanks to Daddy. His encouragement *cough* instructions *cough* finally got me over the line.

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When I joined reddit I wasn’t looking for anything. To be completely honest with you I didn’t even know there was a DM function.

Soon enough, I knew though. After I posted my first story my little inbox notification lit up… and didn’t stop for a good while. I replied to you all, even those of you who led dick pic first (hey, I’m nice like that!) and a few of you piqued my interest a little and we had conversations that lasted a short while.

Then one day I got a really nice message from a guy in Scotland saying ‘Your stories are amazing, you sound like a stunning woman…. keep writing. Xxx’

How it started…. part 12 [MF] [cheating]

Hi, to all my new followers!!! I’m so pleased to have you and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the previous ones!!! Make sure you let me know, I love your messages ?

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That afternoon as we set up for the party my husband very conveniently decided he needed to nap. So he headed off inside and left B and I to continue the set up.

It wasn’t long at all until his hands were all over me, I was stacking bottles of champagne into the fridge when he came up behind me and gripped my hips roughly pulling me back against him and pressing his already hard cock into my ass. I let out a low groan and rubbed myself against him, the thin material of my dress sticking to the wetness between my legs due to my lack of panties.

‘We shouldn’t…’ I say in mild protest turning in his arms. I put my hands around his neck and pull him close to kiss me.

‘Are you refusing?’ He asks me, lips lightly brushing against mine as he talks, his hands rubbing over my ass. ‘Because it doesn’t feel like you’re saying no?’

How it started…. part 11 [MF] [cheating]

Let me just preface this by saying if I knew I was going to share so much over so many parts, I would have given this story a better title ??‍♀️?

Thanks for reading, sorry it’s taken me so long to post again!

I think only two more parts of this tale to go and then I might move on to sharing some of my new adventures, if you want to hear them?

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Safe to say upon returning home and back to reality I was depressed. I missed B dreadfully and my husband was even less appealing to me than usual, I still fucked him though. It’s funny how the brain works, B would rile me up via text or phone and my husband would reap the benefits (I don’t kid myself, I know it’s fucked up and actually not a nice situation for my husband in the slightest) but still, he got more sex in the following few weeks than he’d had in a year. Mostly because instead of him initiating once every few weeks and me dutifully giving in, I was wanting it almost daily… all due to someone else’s work.

How it started… part 10 [MF] [cheating]

The next day we all slept late then decided to meet some friends for a long and lazy lunch with a nice ocean view, B wanted to take his vintage car out for the day so while his wife continued to get ready (she’s more high maintenance than I am) I went out to the garage with him so he could check over the car. He didn’t even lift the bonnet up, just grabbed a fistful of my hair from behind and bent me over the hood of the car. He pulled my dress up, my knickers to the side and teased me with the head of his cock until I was wet enough for him to slide inside. He whispered quietly to me that we needed to be quick and that was all the warning I got before he started fucking me hard and fast. He pulled my hair, making me arch my back as he bounced my ass against his pelvis.

‘Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck’ was basically all I could manage to quietly whisper.

How it started…. part 9 [cheating] [MF]

This parts a bit more vanilla than some of the other parts have been, I hope y’all still like it though, let me know ?

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The after party kicked on back at B’s house. There were probably about 30 of us there partying and drinking until the early hours of the morning. For a few hours B and I manage to behave ourselves, other than a couple of raunchy public lap dances but I’m sure to pay just enough attention to the other guys around too so as not to raise too many questioning eyebrows.

Sure enough we can’t behave ourselves forever and late in the night, or maybe it’s early in the morning? B grabs me by the hand and we sneak off out the front door and around to the side of their house. He pushes me against the wall and presses his mouth over mine, tongue pushing its way inside as his hands shimmy my skirt up my legs. His fingers rub me through my panties, smearing them against my wetness and pushing his fingers as deep inside as he can before the material provides too much resistance.

How it started….. part 8 [MF] [Cheating] [Public]

If you haven’t read the previous parts, I’d recommend you do, it gives much better context.

Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing this up. I’ve been too distracted with your DMs to be completely honest ?

Hope you enjoy.

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After we’re cleaned up and dressed for the day we have to go to a friends place for lunch. We spend the afternoon drinking and hanging out with a few couples who are part of our group. Around 3pm B and I make our excuses to leave, we say we’ve got to do some shopping for the party he and his wife are having that night but really I know we both just want to get the hell out of there and back to his place to fuck again before his wife comes home.

We at least have the grace to wait until we’re out of our friends street before his hand is on his zipper pulling it down and digging out his cock.

‘You’re too fucking gorgeous and innocent, look what you do to me’ he tells me as he waggles his quickly swelling cock at me. ‘You better get that mouth over here’.

How it started…. Part 7 [Anal] [MF] [cheating]

We spent the evening at a gig watching a band with B’s wife and some other friends. We really didn’t get up to much mischief at all as my abdominal muscles and lady parts were on absolute fire, just a few moments of making out snuck in here and there and a sneaky ass grope or two.

At one stage B wants me to dance with him and I decline, I’m feeling shy and very aware that his wife and friends are here with us and I don’t want to look too intimate in front of them, I worry I’ll get carried away on the dance floor. He keeps pestering me about it and I keep refusing until he leans forward and whispers in my ear ‘You can’t be shy with me, I licked your asshole this afternoon’

With that my mouth drops open and I KNOW my face has flushed red. I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I stare at him looking for something clever to say as a come back but I’ve got nothing. While I’m in my dumbfounded stupor he takes the opportunity to grab my hand and drag me onto the dance floor.

How it started…. part 6 [MF] [cheating]

By the time my 2hr hair appointment is done I’m ready to call it quits on the plug. It’s done it’s job keeping me wet and stimulated but it’s been incredibly hard to keep my cool not to mention the fatigue from our earlier fucking is really starting to set in.

I let B lightly play with my pussy feeling my wetness on the drive home but confess that I’m feeling well and truly done for now. Once we’re inside he bends me over the arm of the couch and massages my buttocks and lower back while he twists the plug out of my ass. He takes it to the bathroom to wash it up and as he walks past their bedroom we realise what a bomb site we’ve left. Sheets sticky with sweat, bodily fluids and melted icy poles. We strip the bed and quickly chuck it in the wash, luckily we’ve still got a couple of hours before his wife knocks off work.

How it started… part 5.5 [MF] [cheating]

You’ve all waited so patiently for this and I thank you!! Hope it was worth the wait. There’s still plenty more, if you want me to continue this story just let me know ?

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When we’ve caught our breath enough we get up, me to go to the bathroom and clean up and him to go and get us something to drink. We meet back in the bedroom and I gulp some of the iced water he’s brought for us to share before sprawling back over the bed. I’m sideways across the bed, on my stomach, head near his body as he stands at the side of the bed. I playfully flick out my tongue and drag a long lick up his abs. He gasps and jumps back.

‘Hey! That’s cold’

‘Haha, is it?’ I reply cheekily as I take the glass from him and sip some more water. I hand him back the glass and pull him closer to me so I can drag my tongue along his cock this time, he shudders at the coldness as I take the soft tip of him into my mouth. A give a few gentle sucks and as my mouth warms, his cock seems to come to life too.

You’re a virgin? [virginity] [MF]

The loosing of my virginity was somewhat unusual.
For context, I was 16 (age of consent here), he was 18.

Previously I’d done the usual handjobs, been finger banged, given a couple of Bj’s, had my pussy eaten twice (fantastically I might add) and also been titty fucked (they were already an E cup after all)…. there didn’t appear to be much else to do other than the main event.

I didn’t really date as a teen so wasn’t holding out for ‘the perfect moment’ with a boyfriend I loved. I just decided one day I was ready to stop being a virgin.

Barely a week later I was making out with Andy at a party. We’d fooled around a few times, kissing and hand stuff and I’d given him a Bj drunkenly once a few weeks before. Anyway this night I was really feeling it and getting pretty hot and heavy (on our friends couch) by the time my hand was sneaking into his jeans he’d had enough and whispered in my ear to see if I wanted to go back to his place. He lived with his Dad who was super chill about what happened there. I didn’t hesitate to agree so in (broke) teenage style we started the 20 minute walk to his place.