Virgin Sara - amazing virgin naked body

I’m a married & have a son aged 2yrs, my wife and I get along very well as far as sex is concerned. The following story is a true one and it happened in February 2000, when my wife’s family(my in-laws)planned an overnight picnic at their farm house which is almost two hours drive from our house that is in Defense Phase-4.My wife’s elder brother has two wives with four children, two from each and the eldest is a daughter aged 15 and her name is sara, she is a beautiful looking young budding beauty and I never thought of her sexually until the picnic day.

We reached the farm at 10 am, we were welcomed by the neighbouring landlords as a trend and were invited for lunch the same afternoon, every body except for Sara,as she wanted to stay back because she is a lonely type of a girl.

My wife asked me to stay back for she never wanted to leave this young virgin alone and she could’nt stay herself because there were a lot of ladies waiting for her to show up at the lunch.They all left at around 12 o’clock, It is a half hour drive from our farm house,the moment they left Sara went in the bedroom and went to the bathroom for a cold shower and I started changing myself into my soft cotton shorts and T-shirt and I did not wear any underwear because it was too hot out side.

I entered sara’s room without any knock to get the air conditioner started and there it was the biggest surprise of my lifetime waiting for me, THE SOUND OF SHOWER RUNNING, the bathroom door was slightly opened and the moment I tried to look inside it nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw her virgin naked body, wOW! she is too good to be left alone, I got a hard on instantly as she was stark naked. I removed my clothes and slowly and carefully entered the bathroom. She was with her eyes closed and rubbing the inner part of her thighs with the soap and not knowing that she is being watched by her uncle from a distance of hardly two feet. She was shocked to see me there with her standing naked when I called out her name Sara! .

She started shouting and screaming I tried to stop her from shouting and told her that it is fine if nobody knows about it and she begged me to leave the bathroom but I told her to keep quiet for I am just sharing the shower with you honey.

She felt at ease,and I asked her if she is still a virgin, she replied yes, all three of her holes were.I asked her if she wanted to fell good she said yes, and I asked her to sit down she did and I slowly started kissing her 32B breasts and she started moaning and finaly I kept my mouth on her tiny and hairless pussy and started kissing her there she screamed uhhh ahhhhh aouchhhhhhh no don’t do this hurts me a lot plzzzzzz don’t do itttttttttt noooooooooo as if I was kissing her lips. She was all wet and was screeming like crazy then I took her to the bedroom still wet from the shower and threw her on the bed and asked her to suck my prick(7″) which she did and then I asked her to open her legs and the moment I kept my now bulging cock on the virgin lips of her pussy it seemed impossible to fit in I slowly slid the tip of it inside her opening she shouted in pain, I stopped suddenly with the tip still inside and tried to ease her down that is when she had the first orgasm of her life, which, made her lovely body arch and the whole of my cock went in the depth of her pussy and I started pumping in and out fast and when I was about to come she started holding me with long legs (she is 5′9″)and I had to shoot all my load in her sweet virgin pussy we both were afraid that she might get pregnant but she luckily did not conceive.

I fucked her many a time after that as we both enjoy fucking and we continue to have sex when ever we get a chance.

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My first Handjob: Getting Experience to Having Sex

I knew him since the last 4 years. He was still into me and wanted to get in my pants, but then I turned him off and unfriended him. After reaching teenage, as y’all know, hormones started to kick in and so did sexual desires. I wanted to make out, and have lots of sexperience in foreplay although I’m not into having sex since I’m quite young for that. Anyway, been extremely horny for the past few years without a partner. So two months back I end up checking my pending requests, just to see whether a cute guy is in it or not. I came across him, checked his profile. He grew, obviously, and got chubby yet shorter than me. Lost a bit of his cuteness, yet retained much of it. I checked him out and got unusually attracted to him, because my preferences are strictly Northeasterners and East Asian boys, but this “Punjabi Munda” managed to stimulate the secretion of my sex hormones in a large quantity.


Found him extremely attractive and accepted his request. Suddenly he messaged me and we started talking. Seemed like he was STILL into me, and tried to seduce me. I went with the flow, because I couldn’t help it and so we began sexting. We would sext day and night, continuously for endless hours about how hard we would fuck each other and how dripping wet we are. We were extremely attracted to each other and couldn’t wait to get into each other’s pants.

But he studies in another city, and I belong to his hometown. He promised me that he would make out with me as soon as he gets back. Meanwhile we would masturbate together while sexting, and wishing to show how much we cum while enjoying each other’s company. Yes, we are nothing but “Friends with benefits”. Sexy, isn’t it?

We sexted continuously for like a month and now suddenly he comes back before his promised date. I’m now SUPER horny and wanna make out with him as soon as possible. I text him right away to meet me, and he agreed. But lo! I don’t know why and how, he started to avoid me and kept saying that he isn’t ready to do it because he wants to feel a connection and be comfortable. Man, you guys have no idea how pissed I was. He totally ruined my super horny mood and left me alone, dripping wet, yearning for some steamy sexperience.

I cussed him and blocked him after threatening him not to trouble me even though he apologized million times. My mood was completely crushed and now I was very frustrated. I couldn’t deny my desires at all. I wanted to fuck him hard day and night till I calm down my teenage desires. Masturbation wasn’t enough to overcome all the frustration piled up in my body for not being able to experience sexual stuff and easing myself. There was something different about him. I never lusted so badly for any guy in my life. I wanted him, I wanted to utilize his body in every possible way to satisfy me.

So I couldn’t control myself and unblocked him. I texted him for another chance, and this time he understood how intense my desires are, which in fact seduced him. He said he would meet me tomorrow, and I told him that I would stroke him most probably. Damn that asshole, still tried to ditch me once again on the last moment. I got pissed once again and cussed him. Two hours later, I force him to meet me, to which he suddenly replied by asking to meet him at the instant. Finally this jackass agrees to meet me.. Now I’m gonna squeeze his juices out and show how sexually frustrated I am because of him!

He waited for me in his car for, umm, quite a long time. I sat in and he was like, “Aur late kar leti? :/ ”
“Arre, chalo yaha se. Ab aur time waste naa karo. 😉 ”

We leave to make out in a lonely, secluded area. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find it and had to halt at a sorta lonely area but full of couples.

Me: “Par yaha par toh log aa rahe hai aur jaa bhi rahe hain.. Kahi aur chale?”
Him: “Koi nahi dekhne waala aur ab control nahi ho raha..”

And he suddenly kisses  me, to which my hormones start to kick in at the very moment. Me, being a great kisser, couldn’t wait to flaunt my moves. I kiss him wildly and suck his lower lips hard. Our tongues entangle and that sexed us up. But this wasn’t enough! I wanted more and more of him..

So I place my hand at his inner thigh right next to his groin and begin to feel it. Now I move my hand towards his crotch and grab his balls. It felt different and excited me more. He reacted instantly and started kissing me harder. I squeeze his dick and balls for some time and then we take a break. Again, I WANTED MORE!
As seconds passed by, I was getting more and more restless. We decided to go somewhere else, a place actually secluded. On the way, he laughed and said,

“..Enlarge ho gaya tha mai.”
“Haha, haan? Kaisa laga?”
“Bohot accha.. Aur shayad kuch nikla bhi. 😉 ” he stared at the stains in his shorts.
I got hornier and said, “Oh, toh aur enlarge karu tumko?” He agreed and the very instant and so I started to give him a handjob. Our very first handjob.

I slide my hand over his crotch and grope it hard. I’m exploring his genital and squeeze his balls and dick trying to identify them. After all, we were amateurs. I felt his super soft dick to which I was determined to harden. I tried to hold his dick with his shorts and squeezed it a bit. He smiled naughtily and kept driving. Wanting to get more of it, I asked him to halt for some time and slide my hand inside his shorts. He stopped his car, pulled his shorts high and slid my hand in it, directing me to his bare dick. He felt my hand for a while and kept staring at his dick getting stroked with his naughty smirk. I told him to keep driving and find a secluded place. We both laugh naughtily and now I explore his dick more and more. I applied my knowledge and most logical speculations to pleasure him the most. I squeeze his tip and upper part of his shaft and pull his foreskin up by squeezing it hard. He starts moaning while driving. “Ohh… Shit…” he moans while I squeeze him hard while slowly stroking him. He gets in the mood, and his dick starts to harden in my hand. I really wanted to suck it at the very moment. I stroke him a bit quicker, to which he couldn’t resist and ended up accelerating his car a bit too much, haha. “Well, well.. Slow down, honey.” I whispered.

I’m stroking him and staring at him with my lustful eyes. He stares at me, showing his desires as well. Still not being able to completely understand how much to pull it down, I ended up completely pulling it down and being able to feel his tip. Oh, how soft and dry it was! I told him to lift up his shorts and let me enjoy the scenario. We watched his tip getting felt by my fingers, which looked very sexy. We ended up stopping at signal, which didn’t make my hand stop. We laughed at the fact that we couldn’t control ourselves even in public, after which I look beside and see a man in a car halted right next to ours staring at me with a creepy smile. I guess  he figured out the naughty thing I was doing to him. He told me to stop because of the other guy, but I just could not. I turned to my friend, with my back facing to the other guy and kept stroking him. He smiled and blushed a bit, and looked straight. I kept getting hornier even by the fact that people watched us yet couldn’t control my feelings. It wasn’t entirely up, but I made him squirm and moan with joy. Finally we found a secluded area, and halted there.

He grabbed my boobs suddenly, which kinda turned me off. I told him to go with the flow first. So I kiss him wet and steamy waala, and so did he, leaving my lower lip and the area between it and my chin extremely wet. He squeezed my boobs and fondled them. “Big!” He exclaimed with excitement. I smiled it off. Whenever we took breaks, we looked deep into each other’s eyes while going apart. “You’re so wet there” he chuckled, staring at my lower lip. I bite it and gaze at him with eyes filled with desire. He stared at me with a smile and said, “You’re thinking something.”

“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Blowjob?”
“Next time.” as I felt that the place wasn’t appropriate for steamier actions.
“I want you to masturbate in front of me.”, I commanded.
“Whaa!? Really? But then it’ll be all shaky here.” He exclaimed.

“I don’t care. Just do it.” I gazed at him with my usual, sexual stare.
He started to masturbate. I saw a dick for the first time in my life, and trust me guys, it was sexy. I wanted it in me, I wanted to suck it and do things with it and please my man for the moment. He started stroking his dick extremely hard, staring at it and my face with a sexy expression. I seduced him with my sexier expressions, massaged his head and nape, squeezed his inner thighs and bit my lips. Within a minute, he stopped and stared at his dick, which gushed out lots and lots of cum. Again, I saw cum for the first time and found it extremely exciting. I’ll swallow whole of it the next time I meet him.

He blushed and admitted that he came a lot. I kissed him passionately this time and now
squeezed my boobs really hard which made my nips erect. I massaged his head, to which he reacted and started kissing harder. I fondled his face because he liked it. We halted and now started to head back. “How was it?”, he said. “Amazing, but I’m not satisfied. Mujhe aur chahiye…” I told him with deep breaths, and in an unsatisfied tone.


He was keen to get blown by me the next time we meet and then before dropping me off, we kissed multiple times right in my colony! Sucked his lips and played with his tongue. “I’ll remember this.. ;)”, he smiled and said before I left. I smiled and waved him goodbye.

Know what the sexiest part was? That he wasn’t wearing any underwear! Haha.
We sexted right after an hour while he informed me that he was still masturbating, and came a lot more this time. He wants me to squeeze and suck his dick hard the next time we meet. I’d love to do it, in fact I’m dying to do it.. But that idiot knows it and now is acting bitchy. He ignores my texts but says that he’d never ignore me. He’ll be back in a week again, and now I can’t wait to have him. I wanna suck him hard with my wet, warm and moist tongue. I wanna swallow his cum and also want him to cum on my face.

The MOST INTERESTING part is that he is in a committed relationship which I guess actually completed it’s first year in this November, and thinks that I am unaware of it. Hahaha. It’s sexy to know that he’s having an affair with me and I’m his sidechick, because it feels amazing to know the fact that you attract someone so much that they could even cheat their love for you. He lied to me that he’s single, but who cares.

Hope you all enjoyed it. Please let me know how to make up his mood for a sexier and steamier sexual session, because I don’t know why he’s acting so awkward suddenly. Also let me know how you feel about my experience. Hope that I get to write a sexier one soon by the end of this month!

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I Do Sex with my Hot & Sexy Teacher Neha

Neha madam was my english teacher. I was one of the favorite student in front of her. I always get full Marks in exams specially in english.

so I was totally a cream in her eyes.Now let me tell you about her she is 36-28-36 with a slim sexy body her face is attractive and fair.she is slim but her boobs are big Her boobs can erect anybody's cock. This is the story when I was in 10th standared.Now let me tell you the story-i was in the class and thinking for neha madam, I was thinking about her butts,

 I Do Sex With My English Teacher!! 

her ass hole, her boobs, her lips. totally I was fucking her in my thoughts.now her class period came she was wearing a salwar soot and was looking very sexy!! She took the book and looked at me I was looking at her boobs continuously then she gave me a naughty smile. I become shy and suddenly looked at the book.
after the class I went to the home and was masturbating thinking about her. Next day She came and again gave me naughty smile. that day she was wearing a deep neck salwar soot so very little curves were visible.on that day I again was continuously watching at her breast. She was happy to see that I am looking at her.

In the recess I told her that I want some tutions of english. she took some time to think and replied yes you can come to my home.I gave her a very big smile and she did the same. On sunday I went to tution.When I ring bell she opened the gate and welcomed me with a sweet smile.

I went inside, She was having a very beautiful flat.i told her that I never watched such a beautiful house she again smiled and thanked me. Though it was sunday I was free and relaxed. she went inside the study room and called up me. I went there and sat on a chair. There was a table in front of me which was small.
the table was troubling me in writing because I had to bend my west enough from behind to write something.madam was looking at me. That day she was wearing deep neck salwar soot. i was in shirt and trouser. As soon as she bend herself to write something I watched her milky white boobs and become unconsious for some time.

My little friend woke up and started fighting with my panty there was a little bulk on my trouser.i tried to hide it with my book,notebook,hands but failed it was clearly visible. then mam watched my bulk. She was looking happy by watching it. then she tried to tease me.she fell her pen under the table and bend fully her body to take it.

Now I was not in control I watched her full tits.My cock was out of control and I realised that mam was smiling and also trying to tease me more.then she ordered me to take her book from the rack.I understood that mam want to see my bulk, then I stood up without any fear and gave her desired book.

After tution I begain to tie up my shoes, I watched her she was looking sad.she asked me about my further time table I replied that I am totally free today mam she replied that she has a backpain and want a nice oil massage.i suddenly said ok then she said ok then come with me, I followed her and reached in her bedroom.
she slided her kurta few inches up and pajama little down and then she ley herself on carpet. totally her stomach and west was visible she didn't have any single hair on her body. I took some oil from kitchen in a little bowl and dropped two fingers in it and touched her west. As soon as I touched her body I got a shock.
the air conditioner was on but I was feeling so hot that my face became red.i tried to rub her skin and also controlled myself.every touch of her skin was making me fully mad.My cock erected few inches more and I was about to come then my mam stood up suddenly and said that you have finished your job boy now you can go then I stood up and went again to tie up shoes.

She came near me and asked WHAT will you give me in gurudakshina then I said mam I can give you anything just tell me what it is then she said I want your cock!!!! I got about 1,00,00,00,00,000 mega watt shock to hear that. I suddenly grabbed her and went to bedroom. she ley down on bed and I was kissing all over her body.

i shyly said to her that-Mam can you put off your clothes please??!!?? mam replied with a smile-self service..:-) then I first put her kurta off she was in a white bra, i touched her bra and started massaging her boobs over the bra.every movement of her boobs were making my condition bad.
then I slided her pajama fully down and then I saw her wet panty.Now she was only in bra and panty.Then I looked her full body,she was looking soooo sexyyyy!!! She was continuously smiling at my condition.My cock was paining me inside panty due to its largeness.then first I put off all of my clothes then she saw my cock which was increased few inches more.

Then she said Wow!! what a beautiful cock. then I leyed myself on her body and watched her face her lips was dry and was looking more sexy when she smiles. so first I sucked her dry lips. my every wet kiss was making her lips wet. I was continuously kissing her. our tongue was playing in each others mouth.
i was feeling the hardness of her nipple,for which I broked the kiss and unhooked the bra from behind. then I throw her bra and started sucking,sqeesing,playing with her boobs. I was giving my head between her tits.she was moaning loudly. I was fucking my penis between her tits and after sometime I threw my load on her face.

She grabbed my penis and slowly took it inside her mouth.she was sucking it nicely, she was sucking it like a lolipop.She was coating my cock with her toung by saliva.i was enjoying every turn.Then I kissed her boob then stomach, then panty!!!i forgot to watch her pussy.then I slowly slided her panty down and found the real stufff!!

she was having a clean shaved pussy with a pink hole in it.then I asked her about ass hole. she turned her body in opposite direction and I found two big bums.i pulled and pushed her bums and gave a deep kiss in each of them. Then I slided bums in opposite direction and a pink hole appears.It was her ass hole. Then I gave a kiss and fucked the ass hole with toung.

She moaned slowly.Then I turned her body again and saw her cunt.it was wet then I smelled her cunt which was giving a flower like smell then I touched her cunt with my toung and she moaned sexily. Then I kissed her cunt and took a taste of her love juice. It was salty and tasty. then I was continuously sucking her cunt. She was moaning loudly.

After that her pussy threw more juice and I drank every drop of her juice. Then I placed my cock on the surface of her cunt and then started rubbing cock on her pussy. i was teasing her. She was saying ooooooohhhhhh yeeeeeees yes yes ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo fuck me fuck me. then I fucked my cock inside her cunt and she was moaning loudly.

Then I told her that I am about to came.she said unload your load inside my mouth then I put my penis inside her mouth and threw all my load. every corner of her mouth was filled with my semen. Then I slept over her body and she also slept with me.Then after about 4 hours of sleeping we both took a shower and I fucked her two times in the bathroom.

After that I fucked her ass hole too!Then I fucked her so many times.Also fucked her in the school time too.Now I am in 2nd year in college and whenever I get some time I go to her place and fuck her. I love neha madam tooooo much. Please post some encouraging comments to get the next story. In the next story I will tell you how I fucked her ass hole and some of quick fucks inside the school.

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Sex with Neighours wife - Hard Core

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Erotica Fiction - Do What You Love During Sex?

 

Sitting up here on the kitchen counter with my blue plaid skirt up over my hips and my legs spread open, I watch him slice carrots for the soup. He likes me to sit here and tell him stories about my day in school. Especially about boys. When he walked in he lifted me up onto the counter without a word, pulled my panties off, spread my legs and propped my knees up. He watches my bare pussy and cooks while I talk. This may be the kinkiest Daddy I have ever had.
"Eddie Burke pulled my skirt up again after math class, Daddy," I begin. I know he loves this, and it's a true story, just a very old one. "And then he said I was a slut because he looked at my panties and they were blue and not white. I hate him."

Daddy comes over and kisses me, stroking his fingers across my clit. This is part of what makes him so kinky, those damn fingers. I've never seen his cock in the daylight, but he drives me wild with his fingers.

"Those little boys who tease you in school don't even know what a clit is, do they baby?" he says. His fingers are everywhere. It's his fingers and the spankings that get to me. This Daddy can spank me like nobody else can. I think it's because he makes me wait so long -- always talking about what he's going to do, talking about how my ass looks when I'm over his knee, about how deep his finger is going to go up my ass if I don't hold still for him.

The only time I ever feel his cock is in the middle of the night, long after he's brushed my teeth and read me a bedtime story and dressed me in the soft pink ruffled nightgown he bought for me. Then when I'm sound asleep, I'll wake up on my belly with his weight on top of me and the nightgown raised to my waist and his lips against my ear whispering "It's OK, baby, Daddy's here, it's OK, Daddy will make you feel better, just lift your bottom up in the air for Daddy, yes, baby," and his hard cock forces its way all at once up into my pussy and Daddy whispers and rocks his hips hard into me and I cry a little bit because I'm not ready and it hurts and that makes him fuck me harder and harder until I'm more than ready and Daddy comes hard and fast up inside of me and he falls back asleep with his full weight pressing me down into the bed, whispering "You're such a good little girl, you're so good to your Daddy. You make your Daddy come so hard."
It really does hurt, in an intensely erotic kind of way. But he's not the Daddy that worries me.

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A book got me started in this, one of the dozens of motivational ones I read back when I worked for a corporation and thought I needed it. "Do What You Love, The Money Will Follow" was the name of it and I liked that one because it told me what I wanted to hear: that you could make money having fun. I already knew what my kind of fun was -- painting, feeling sexy, and getting well-fucked.

Money and energy underlie all our dreams, no matter what those dreams are. They said I was a good painter back in college but then real life and two babies -- their father is long-gone -- took over my energy and priorities. I started my own graphic design business on a surge of energy, but it exhausted me trying to make ends meet.

Not long after I read that book, I found myself at a charity masquerade ball at the Black Palace Hotel. I wasn't planning on going, but my friend Cheryl dragged me there at the last minute. All I could find to wear was my high school cheerleader outfit.

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"Katie," Cheryl whispered to me over by the bar where I was spending most of my time. "See that man over there, the one with the silver hair and the black cape?" I did. "He's so toasted! You won't believe this. He pointed to you and said, "I'd give anything to fuck that little cheerleader."

I turned and smiled at him. I smoothed my little green and white pleated skirt, which has the same effect on men that it had on boys in my senior year of high school.
"Tell him I have my price."

"What?"

"Ask him what it's worth." I could blame it on the wine if I had to, but I was really tired of being so straight and working so hard.

Cheryl had been drinking enough that she marched over to him without hesitation. She came back in a few minutes, laughing. "He says a thousand bucks, cash."
"You're kidding." I looked down at my tennis shoes and bobby socks. "Tell him he's on -- to bring me the cash and a room key and he's in for a fantasy night."
Cheryl likes to be adventurous through other people -- she works for the biggest bank in town and doesn't get around too much. "I'll check the room number, just in case I never see you again," she said.

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When my pink-nightgown Daddy leaves in the morning he tucks the sheet up around my chin, kisses me chastely on the cheek, leaves the thousand dollars on my dresser and closes the door softly. That's all he wants -- to tease me mercilessly all evening in my schoolgirl clothes and then fuck me hard and fast in the middle of the night. There are worse ways to earn a living.

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I kept the name of my graphics business, Ariel Design, and still use the corporate identity just as though I was spending untold hours at my Mac producing work for clients to pick apart. I think of this as my Little Girl Slut business, delivering dreams to men with plenty of money and fantasies. I'm even thinking of writing one of those motivational books of my own -- "The 7 Habits of Highly-Effective Sluts." I pay taxes on all of this, of course. I'm not an unethical person. I just happen to be illegal in this state.

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That first night dressed as a cheerleader was wild. He treated me like a bimbo and I loved it. I was so tired of being smart all day long. He told me to keep my long dark brown hair in the ponytail, stripped my letter-sweater off of me, and made me lay across the bed while he lifted my pleated skirt. "This," he said, " is for every girl who ever snubbed me in high school." He started to spank me with his bare hand. I had no idea how much I would like being spanked. He made me perform a cheer for him naked. The fucking afterwards was ordinary after the intensity of the spanking, but he did pay me the thousand dollars, cash.

I spent weeks afterward sliding between feeling cheap and getting so hot I had to masturbate several times a day. I loved it, but I could never tell anyone except Cheryl about it.
I called the cheerleader-fuck man up at his office a month later and told him how much I enjoyed our evening. He told me if I really liked it he knew where I could get lots more.

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My first real "trick" -- such a cheap word -- called me beforehand and explained what he wanted. I was nervous -- I had Cheryl run a credit check on him, as though that would help. Now she does that for all my new Daddies. Running unauthorized credit checks was a walk on the wild side for her, so of course I started to kickback some of my tips her way.
"Katie," my first real Daddy said, "I want you to call me nothing but Daddy when I'm with you." That's what they all want. Daddy fantasies run deep and they're not so uncommon. My name is carefully passed around to certain men. "And I want you to wear a little girl dress -- deep green taffeta. Petticoats, white cotton panties, little white socks, patent leather shoes. Your hair pulled back in two white barrettes. No make up, no nail polish. The suite's reserved -- see you on Friday at seven."

It was hard to find just the right little-girl frilly dress for a size 10 woman, but I did, and as I dressed before the full length mirror and slipped on the patent leather shoes and wiped the lipstick from my lips, I got a little scared -- I actually felt like a little girl. I wanted to sit on the floor of that luxurious hotel suite and wait for my Daddy to come home and take care of me.
Which is exactly what I did. When he arrived, this man I now call my petticoat Daddy, he stood in front of me in his expensive suit and shining loafers and told me to stay where I was on the floor and to be a good girl and kiss his feet. Just those words made me wet. I bent over and kissed each foot slowly.

He took off his jacket and walked across the room near the full-length mirror on the wall. "Crawl to me, baby. Crawl to Daddy."

I stayed on my hands and knees and crawled to him, unable to take my eyes from his. He stood me up in front of the mirror, lifted my stiff petticoats and began to examine me. It took a long time. He pulled off my white cotton panties and told me he expected my pussy hair to be completely gone by the next time we met. He approved of the white plastic barrettes in my hair and said the size of my breasts was just perfect for little girl clothes.
He explained that I could never wear a bra because little girl nipples were meant to be seen at all times.

"Yes, Daddy," I said obediently.

He pushed me back down on my knees. "Unzip my pants, little girl. Daddy wants his cock down your throat."

I opened my mouth and he wrapped his fists in my hair and fucked my mouth like it had never been fucked before. I could see the image in the mirror -- a little girl serving her Daddy. He stopped before he came and threw me down on my belly, lifted my petticoats, spread my legs and knelt over me.

"Daddy wants your ass, little girl."
My first Daddy fucked me until I couldn't move that night. My mouth, my ass, my pussy, my breasts. I never got off of the floor or even took the green taffeta dress off. It was covered with cum when he left.
"Say 'thank you, Daddy'," he commanded before leaving. "And get that dress cleaned before next time."
I was torn between being glad he was leaving and begging him to stay to give me more. But I knew he'd left the thousand dollars on the table and that he was done with me for the moment.
"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered as I kissed his feet again before he walked out the door.
I looked at myself in the mirror after he left. I was a mess, but I loved what I saw. I was in business.

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I had lunch with Cheryl at our usual table at the health club one day and noticed she was reading "What Color is Your Parachute?"
"I'm pretty sure my parachute's black," I told her.
Cheryl laughed and put the book down. "How can you do it, Katie?" she asked.
"By specializing."
"No, I'm serious."

"How can I do which part?" It's a good question to ask of anyone who doubts the value of selling your body. "Which part bothers you? That it's illegal? That I'm making serious money?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe the little girl part. What if you make these guys want real little girls? You could make them perverts."

I laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure they come to me as full-blown perverts. You know what they say about the correct conjugation of the word "kinky" -- I am erotic, you are kinky, they are perverts. We're all adults, and we're certainly all consenting."
Cheryl sighed. "You can never do anything simple. Couldn't you just fuck them straight and skip the abnormal psych stuff?"

Of course not. The secret is that it turns me on as much as it does them. "I don't think my petticoat Daddy knows how to fuck straight, Cheryl. I can barely sit down after he leaves."
"Katie. I'm worried about you."

I told her not to worry. At least not about the sex I was having. But I carefully explained how she could make some extra money and help me if she wanted to -- taking messages, clearing introductions. I promised not to call her my pimp on my business records -- officially, she would be freelancing for me as a fact-checker.

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Everything seems possible in this life. I can paint, I have time to bake cookies for my kids' classes. I can dream, I have time to hear myself think. I follow the natural rhythms of my body and stay up at night in my studio painting and sleep while my kids are at school. It takes time and space and focus to create dreams. But it's working -- my paintings have started to sell, and I'm talking to the owner of a gallery about the possibility of my own show there in the spring. Henry Miller said it best -- "Paint and die happy." All I have to do to get the time I need is to live out my sexual fantasies.

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"You know I screen some by e-mail nowadays, Katie. Wait 'til you hear this one."
I always smile at the vision of Cheryl in her business suit and floppy bow tie sitting in front of her computer at her desk on the third floor of the bank pimping for me.
"It's a woman. I told her no, women weren't your thing, but she says she's a Daddy too."
"Really? A female Daddy?" My imagination had stretched so far since I redesigned my business that everything seemed possible.

"Yeah. And a kinky one too. Look what she sent for you."
Cheryl slid me the folder with the information. On top of the papers was a faxed photo of a Barbie doll. Except this Barbie doll was blindfolded, half-naked, and had her wrists and ankles tied together with bright pink ribbons.
"Oh my." Barbie was making me wet.

Cheryl looked at me in surprise and maybe a little bit of satisfaction. She seemed awfully interested in this woman.

"Well, you know," I finally said, wondering when my mind slid so far down between my legs, "maybe I can do it if she's a Daddy."

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My Barbie doll Daddy rattled my brain from the first minute she arrived. She was tall, with black cropped hair, ruby red lipstick and a wicked grin that said she was ready to play.
She brought me a Barbie doll. I was already wearing Barbie's pink leotard outfit per her instructions, and now here I sat with my plastic twin. "Play with the doll for me," she commanded.

I knew right away that this Daddy and I had the same kind of girlhood. While some girls were making cute little prom dresses for their Barbies, some of us were stripping her down, checking her out, making her the slut she was meant to be. Let's face it, Barbie is built to get fucked.
She tied me up with pink satin ribbons just like the doll. She stood over me and fucked with my mind and then let me go to work on her body.

"Suck Daddy's breasts," she ordered, leaning down close to my mouth. "Yes, sweetheart, yes, suck Daddy's nipples harder."

I learned something incredible that first night with my Barbie doll Daddy. It didn't matter that I had no experience with women. My kink has nothing to do with gender.
"Lick Daddy's pussy, baby," she said, and she was straddling me and riding my mouth and I was tasting her juices and she was hard and I was soft and she was completely in control of me and taking me down where all good Daddies take me. I was her little doll and I was serving her and she made me bring her to orgasm over and over until she finally wrapped the pink ribbons loosely around both of our bodies and we fell asleep breast to breast, her knee pressed up hard against my own untouched pussy.

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The Barbie doll sits on my office shelf as a reminder. Cheryl begged me for every single detail afterwards. I gave her the high points the best I could remember. I swear she's going to ask me to videotape it all before I know it.

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The only problem in my big business plan is my charm-bracelet Daddy. He came into my life six months ago. My charm-bracelet Daddy took me to the amusement park on our first night together. He held me tight on the rollercoaster, ordered food for me and when we left he bought me a balloon and tied the string around my wrist. We went back to the hotel and spent the night together. There was no sex, and I just slept wrapped in his arms. It was intensely erotic. This Daddy not only rattles my brain, he rattles my heart. Nobody's been allowed to do that in so many years I'd forgotten how it could be.

In the morning he fastened the heavy silver charm bracelet around my wrist. There was just one charm -- a silver Ferris wheel. "I know you, Katie," he whispered softly. "You'll wear this bracelet for me, and only for me." I did.

This Daddy gets to my heart like no one ever has. His name is Jeffrey and he's a writer. I know all their names, of course, but he's the only one I think of by name, since I'm not supposed to call them anything but Daddy. He ties me to the bed and tells me stories.
Sometimes he unbuttons my blouse and ties my hands behind my back and reads to me and I close my eyes and enter the warm and loving childhood I never had. A few times he's even tied me up and talked about baseball. He says he likes the captive audience.
He tells me it's all about power. He takes my control away little by little until it's all real and it's all new and it all matters. The sex is spectacular when he gets me like that -- it's like I enter another space, another realm, where only the sensual and the artistic sides of life can be seen. This Daddy knows some secrets about me that even I don't know and it scares me more every time I see him.

There are ten charms on the bracelet now. Some of them are reminders of the places we've gone to -- the Ferris wheel, a little sailboat, a rollerskate, a Rockies baseball cap. One of the prettiest ones is a little silver and gold pair of ballet slippers, a reminder of the night he took me to the ballet and we went out dancing afterward and he held his hands on my hips in just that way that only certain men know, making me beg him to take me home and fuck me.
The other three charms are a little more intense, from different kinds of nights when we never set foot out the door. There's a baby rattle, a miniature dildo, and a baby bottle. I could never explain them to anyone. It's enough to say that I was definitely doing what I loved when he gave them to me.

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He's on his way over now. He's the only Daddy I've ever let come to my house. The kids are at Cheryl's and my upstairs studio is locked up. I've put on the outfit he requested -- red halter top, blue jean short skirt that shows my ass if I bend over, bare feet. The charm bracelet weighs heavily on my wrist.

He brings dinner, a big bouquet of my favorite orange roses, a new Van Morrison CD and a small wrapped box. I sit on his lap to open it. His hand high and hard on my thigh makes me almost forget about presents.

I open it and it's a new charm, of course, signifying what we're going to do tonight, just as all the others have. I hold it up to the light. "It's beautiful, Daddy, thank you." A tiny silver paintbrush and palette. "It's very pretty. But I don't understand?"

Daddy kisses me like I'm his. "Take me upstairs, Katie, To your studio. It's time."
Nobody ever goes in there except close friends. "No."
Daddy finishes fastening the charm on my bracelet and wraps my legs around his waist. "Yes, baby, you're going to let me into your life tonight. From now on, no more secrets. You're mine."
Only for tonight, I feel like saying, and only for a price. This is just business.
He stands up and carries me like a child up the stairs, pausing to get the studio key. "I know what you need," he whispers.

I don't stop him. Maybe it's the weight of the charms or maybe it's just the way he's holding me with my face buried in his neck. Or maybe it's the love I forgot existed.
He carries me around my studio and looks at every single canvas, admiring them and commenting in detail. He even seems to know something about art, thank God. But not as much as I do. I like that. He stops for a long time at the painting I made of a headstone with my imaginary epitaph on it:

KATHERINE ELLIS
PAINTER
MOTHER
DANCER
LOVER

WHILE ALIVE
SHE LIVED

I don't think I can stand it -- it's making me cry. I don't want this closeness, not here, not yet.
"Katie, it will all be OK. You can trust me." He lays me down on the hardwood floor and begins to make love to me softly, gently, with his tongue, with his hands, and the kisses, the kisses, the kisses that I know will never stop until they reach down into my soul and bring me all the way out for him. Daddy unties my shirt and starts in on my nipples, teasing, twisting, biting, staying there until he knows I will feel him hard on me tomorrow. I cry softly, so softly that it feels like joy and Daddy wipes my tears away with his cock. He straddles my face and caresses it with his cock, stroking my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, until I can't see anything but my Daddy.

"You belong under me, baby, always." Daddy rolls me over and lifts my skirt and enters me hard, laying his full weight flat out on top of me, pinning me to the floor, holding me down, keeping me still, giving me the force I need. When he begins to move into me, slowly at first and then harder, rolling his hips into mine, I give way to his power and I cry for my Daddy, I cry and I come and I pray that he will never stop, never release me, never let me be anywhere but here.
I fall asleep curled between his legs with his soft cock in my mouth and his hand wrapped in my hair. This Daddy knows how to hold me down, how to own me, and how to lift me back up and give me wings.

In the morning he stands before me. "I'm leaving, Katie. The money is on the dresser. But it's the last time."
Oh god, he's never coming back.

"I'll be here next Friday night, same time. I'm not anything to you anymore but your Daddy. If you want to be with your Daddy, it has to be for love, not money." He pauses to give me a look that melts me back into the bed. "Do you want to keep the appointment? Do you want to move forward, Katie? I'm your Daddy. I'll take care of you."
This is not in the business plan. But taking risks is. I rise from the bed and kneel before him, nipples tingling and heart fully awake. Do what you love. Do what you love.
"Yes, Daddy, I do."
What will Cheryl think? Maybe she's ready to take over the business and find out what she loves.

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