Fuck Me Daddy!

My name is Tony. This is story of the first time my daughter and I had sex. Well, she fucked me first, my mind that is. And then, I took her. She is bipolar and has many complicated issues. I don’t know, maybe I was in the wrong, but things just happened.

I have a few rules in my home. No one is allowed to be frightened. Not my children, not my dog, not my wife. No one!

On every rainy, stormy, windy night, I would always stay up and watch over the house until the I knew the storm was passing.

Since my wife passed, it’s just been me and my daughter. It’s been years. So many years. She has grown so much. She is 22 years-old now, but things are not exactly the way they should be. How could they?

She reminds me of her in 10,000 little ways. She even looks like her mother now back when we first met in subtle ways, and some not so subtle.

1:45 AM: My phone started blaring and I awoke from my sleep. Severe thunderstorm warning. Large hail. Strong winds gusting to 60 miles per hour. I opened the radar app. It would be here in just a few minutes.

Naughty Magic: Stan pt 1

Stan Jones, #9, All American football star. Starting quarterback for his D1 team, team captain. I absolutely could have had the Heisman this year, and as a freshman no less! But we just couldn’t come up with the win against our in-state rivals. One stupid mistake at the end of the game, and it cost me that and our team a birth into the national championship playoffs. It’ll make us all work harder next year, and we’ll be going into the Cotton Bowl hungry.

I’ve been working out and training hard in the lull between our conference championship and the New Years game, ironing out every potential flaw I might carry forward. Pretty confident, and ready to lead the team to victory! My best friend and backup quarterback, Brent has found a good party for us to go to tonight, and I’m ready to let loose. In more ways than one.

I’ve been edging myself for almost a week. I heard that more testosterone would make me more competitive, but I’m beginning to notice some issues. I’m more aggressive, which is probably good, but I’m also getting a bit short tempered. Shouldn’t be too hard for me to find someone to unload into. The thought of it causes a bit of growth below the belt even now, if you know what I mean.

Treating Babygirl to a night out (Mfm)

I plan a night out on the town with my babygirl. She’s told what to wear and only that we would go have dinner and drinks. I arrive to pick her up. She’s Waiting patiently like a good girl in her living room. She stands as I enter. I look at her curvy body. The way the short tight dress compliments her hips and ass. Her hair drapes her shoulders in natural curls. Her cleavage begs to be looked at. “Ready ?” I ask.

“Yes Daddy”

We get in the car. And head to dinner. Chatting about her day and how she is otherwise. Caring for her physical and mental health is a top priority for me. Once we arrive at the restaurant, we are seated. A nice table in the center of the room as requested by me. More idle chat goes on. As we get our wine and salads, “is baby girl wearing panties like Daddy asked?” “Yes Daddy, I am”.

Slaves Dilemma [MF] Part 1

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My mistress likes me on my knees. She’s on the steps ignoring me and I’m on my knees looking up at her. I’m not wearing anything under my jeans, she checked, she doesn’t like it when I wear things underneath. We’re in my backyard high trees around so no one can see in, no one can see what she does to me.

She’s in jean shorts a tank top and her Chuck Taylors rest on me. She is using me as a foot stand. One foot resting on my thigh the other on my shoulder. One of her shoes gently taps me in the side of the head I’m not allowed to stop it. She wants me to move, pull away, to avoid being hit so she can do something even worse.

If I look straight ahead I can see where her thighs meet, the jean shorts barely covering it. She makes me look at the ground though so I can’t admire it. She looks down at me to check, to make sure and then goes back to ignoring me.

First Time Anal ??

I used to be such a prude when it come to anal, like nu uh not happening!! Slowly overtime that changed to the point I now crave it?

So my fiancè would always love rubbing my ass hole, he thought i didn’t like it and neither did I, truth is… feeling his light touches going down my ass crack, grabbing my ass cheeks and opening my ass up a little bit was a huge turn on. I’d get so wet that as he was rubbing my ass hole, and I was riding his cock i pushed back and his finger slipped in, straight away my pussy fluttered, my lips tensed tight around his cock and I knew I wanted more ? after he stretched my tight virgin ass hole and I cum’d a few times I got in reverse cowgirl (after all, I wanted him to see his cock stretching my virgin ass)

Letting a stranger finger me on a cruise [mf]

For quite a while I didn’t like to talk about anything sexual with my friends or partners. I would say people were hot, but I never wanted to go into detail with it. I learned later on that I was like that because I was too scared of the way people would take me by knowing my own thoughts, temptations, and turn ons. I thought mine were too out there, and that people would see me as too much of a freak for them. However, this story is one of the first times I began to come to the realization that I get off more when there are others in the room as well as a little of CNC (***disclaimer, he fully had consent. I was aware of everything and okay with everything, but once I discovered CNC, I learned this fell slightly into the CNC category). I get super turned on when I know others are in the room and they’re either sleeping or they are oblivious to what I’m doing. I still enjoy when people are in the room and know what’s going on, and I really get enjoyment out of others watching.
A couple of years back, I went on a cruise with my best friend. We were with her parents, and my friend and I had our own room. We made two stops on our cruise, and I wanted to make the best of everything. I had not been on a cruise before, and I wanted to experience everything I could. My best friend and I did everything together. On the cruise, we made a plan for everyday of what we would do. On our third day, we were at sea going to the next port. Our plan was to sit out at the pools all day and make friends. For the first two days of our cruise we stayed busy hopping from activities on ship, swimming, laying out, and going to the parties, that we didn’t really make many friends. We socialized to those around us, but we never ran into anyone again, nor met anyone that left us an impression to want to meet them again.
For our day, we grabbed sunscreen and a drink and sat by the main pool on the ship. There were two pools on our ship. One on the front end of the boat where many were to layout or swim, and the one in the middle with slides and a di. This pool was filled with more people our age. Me and her sat poolside and enjoyed the sun. It wasn’t long before two guys swam up right beside us.

Naked Housework- I [29F] like to clean in the nude

I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.

I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.

Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it.

Dressing Room – Linda uses the men’s dressing room, but not alone. [MF] [strangers]

Excited about the invitation to her good friends wedding Linda sets out for a shopping trip. Knowing nothing in her wardrobe will be suitable for such a lavish affair she heads straight to her favorite department store which has a wonderful array of formal dresses and suits. 

Arriving in the department store Linda is surprised by the number of people shopping today but never the less she begins browsing the racks of beautiful dresses. She very quickly selects a wonderful garnet red silk dress that catches her eye. There is only the one of its type & it happens to be her size that seems an omen she thinks to herself. She makes a mad dash to the dressing rooms to be greeted by a very long line up of women. The lady attendant on the dressing room announces they have arranged to open the men’s dressing rooms for those ladies in a hurry. Linda not embarrassed about using the men’s facilities and wanting so much to see how the dress looks heads straight for the men’s dressing room. No line up here she smiles at the handsome young man on duty at the men’s dressing room & takes the back stall. 

Getting Some Booty While On Duty.

A few years back I picked up some overtime at my security company. It was for an apartment complex that was having issues with vehicles getting broken into. They hired our company to watch the lot.
Typically you would work 2 to a car for safety, but due to a call in, I was alone that night. It was a Thursday evening and it was a beautiful fall night

I started my shift at 6pm that night, expecting to work till 6am. I was in a company vehicle, had my music on and was just driving around.

With some Joe Rogan Podcast on, I fired up tinder for shits and giggles. I wasn’t really expecting much to happen as I was in a rougher part of town as well as I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the only white dude around and a damn security guard, but I said fuck it.

A few random messages were sent my way throughout the night, but nothing of significance. The night dragged on, I would drive and then sit in a spot just watching. The hours dragged on and by 1am I was bored out of my mind.

The whole city gets to watch me fucked senseless against the hotel window (Mf)

With a quick swipe of the card, we are in. The suite has a simple minimalist layout. The floor-to-ceiling windows give us the same view as we had at Cloud 23 over the city, taking in her every detail and there are two bathrooms, one with a shower and one with a bathtub. A bathrobe dangles from the hook with some complimentary slippers on the floor. 

I peel my black dress off, slowly working my hands across my skin and stepping out of it to leave it coiled on the floor. I go to remove my bra but there is no need. He holds me from behind, directing me towards the bathroom mirror. We stand together for a few brief moments, as I revel in the touch of his shaved jaw and chin on my neck, before he leans in closer to adorn me with the softest of kisses. His thumb and forefinger reach for my bra clasp and within a few seconds my breasts are exposed in front of the mirror.