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Yummy Juice [ddlg]

As I laid on my tummy on the floor, coloring in my favorite hello kitty coloring book, I kept sneaking looks up at daddy every so often. He was sitting up on the couch, watching one of his boring grown-up shows, while I colored. I wanted him to color with me, but he wouldn’t, and that made me real sad. But it was ok, cause while I was laying there looking up at him, I had already thought of another way I could get daddy’s attention.

“Daddy, I want a snaaack,” I said, trying to use my cutest, sweetest voice.

“Let’s see what we got in the kitchen for you babygirl,” he said before getting up and walking in there. I got up and followed him, but I immediately plopped back down to sit on the floor once we were in the kitchen.

“Let’s see,” he opened up the highest cupboard, the one that I can’t reach. Daddy always keeps the best snacks up there, so that I can’t sneak them for treats when he’s not looking. Read more »

Don’t play by yourself. [ddlg]

All that could be heard throughout my quiet apartment was my soft moans and whimpers and the squish squish squish of my pink dildo going in and out of me. My Daddy had been at work all day, and leaving me alone and bored like that could only mean one thing: pornhub marathon.

My videos of choice that afternoon were girls taking huge dildos and dicks in their ass, basically really rough anal fucking. It’s the best when the girls are super tiny and you can see whatever’s inside them all up in their guts. I was laying on my stomach, one knee pulled up to my chest, watching such a video. I was fucking myself from the back, close to finishing when-

“Baby, I-“ the bedroom door had busted open, and Daddy came in with a smile that quickly fell from his face. His sudden entrance had made me jump and then subsequently scramble under the covers to hide, but he still had time to survey the scene: the damp sheets, my pajamas in a pile on the floor, the sex toys out of their drawer. He slowly shut the door behind him and made his way slowly over to the night stand where he set down his keys and wallet, before he started unbuttoning his shirt. I just watched him quietly, my eyes the only thing peeking out from under the fluffy covers. Read more »

Better than paci? [ddlg]

One peaceful night, I was sat on the couch with my baby as we watched The Little Mermaid for what had to be the fifth time that week. Her curly hair laid out in a fan across my lap and the weight of her head on my thigh was both warm and comforting. Resting my eyes and stroking her baby-soft cheek with my thumb, I almost felt like I could fall aslee-

“Daddyyyyy, where is my paci,” my little one whined. Squinting and holding the bridge of my nose with my free hand, I prepared for the headache that was about to come. This conversation always went in circles.

“Where did you leave it last baby,” the sleepy in my voice making it sound rougher than normal.

“I didn’t have it, you had it,” she poked my thigh with one finger when she said “you” and then started drawing little circles in that cute way she does.

“No no, I told you to put it somewhere you’ll remember, since you’re always losing it,” I tried not to sound snappy so that she wouldn’t start-

“I want my paciiii,” she started crying. Read more »

My Highschool crush, 25 years later.

“So what brings you in tonight Brian?”

“It’s my birthday.”

“No kidding, let’s see, that would make you 43, right?” At my nod, he continued, “Well happy birthday, your drinks are on the house tonight.”

Sam the bartender set my usual, a rum and coke with a squirt of lime juice, in front of me. I looked around casually, with it being a weeknight, it was a fairly sparse crowd, didn’t see anyone I knew. I decided to linger, no sense going home, my wife had cut me off from any kind of sexual contact. Out of the blue, almost 18 months ago, she had grandly announced that she was no longer going to be, as she put it, “a receptacle for your lust.” She had departed for the guest room, and that was that. I’d had never failed to get her warmed up, and she had seemed to enjoy fucking as much as I did. I was left to my own devices, and the “right handed mistress” was doing a lot of duty. Read more »

[FM] Celebrating The Dayshift With Mutual Oral Abuse

My wife has been working night shift for over 3 years. That not only means I’m wasn’t seeing here for the 3 or 4 days a week she was doing shifts at the hospital, but even on her days off she was exhausted and having a tough time adjusting her sleep schedule. It has taken a toll on our sex life, but we are insanely hot for each other still so I never let it bother me.

Well this week she finally started a new job where she is working day shift! Not only that… but now she’s working remotely from home with me! Monday morning felt so trippy. We got up together, she made breakfast while I took at the trash. Then we both got to work side by side by eachother all day. I dressed up a bit just to get her attention…. she followed in suite by dolling up like something out of a magazine.

All day we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. She would seal around behind me and grab my cock while I was typing. I take a break and make out with her on the couch and grab her tits. By the end of the day we were both insanely wound up. Read more »

[M]y second encounter with a cheating wi[f]e.

The next day I get a call from my neighbor, she tells me that she doesn’t want what happened yesterday to be only a one time thing, She want to keep fucking me on a regular basis. I said sure, I had a great time yesterday. She said I wish you could come up to my house again today but my husband will be home soon. I said that’s ok we have to be smart with this we can’t get sloppy. She goes no we can’t, as much as I want you everyday we can’t. She tells me Monday would be perfect for a meet up. I said Monday sounds great.

Monday comes

I get a call , she tells me to come over. I grab a shower and a shave and I start making my way up the road. Read more »

She needed this (M+/f, nc, gloryhole)

She pulled the car into the back parking lot, tucking it away in the furthest corner away from the view from the street. She looked around nervously before putting on her sunglasses, looking at herself in her vanity mirror. She fluffed her hair, smacking her lips together as her heart hammered and raced in her chest. She had to take deep breaths to slow her pulse, trying to calm herself. She knew she shouldn’t be here, doing this. It was a betrayal to her husband, her family. Everything that she had managed to build up in her life.

And right now, none of that mattered. That was the sad truth. Her kids, her husband, none of them mattered in the moment. This had been building up for years, from vanilla sex, pecks on the check, as the lack of inertia set in and solidified into nothingness. Her soul, or lack of one, had build up a rage, a need, a primal want that couldn’t be denied. And so she found herself outside the adult theater, one which she hadn’t been inside for nearly 10 years. Where an old “friend” had brought her, then left her, drunk. She had been dating Paul then, now her husband, and she had “gone out of town”, to meet up with her friend. The one who knew the darkness within her, that knew of her abuse, that touched parts of her that she hated and yet, made her more alive than anything else. When she woke, defiled by who knows how many men, she was thankful that somehow she didn’t have any serious STD’s but she had caught something. A daughter. Paul had been so happy, he quickly proposed. No one would never know it wasn’t his. Read more »