I'm looking for the name of an american porn movie, it's from the 60', 70's, or 80's, I can't remember but I know it was vintage. The scene I remember is, the guy walks into his bedroom and takes off his robe and gets into bed, he then notices a girl sleeping next to him and he says "I forgot my daughter was sleeping over tonight" at one point she starts to mumble in her sleep "I want you to touch me billy" and the dad says "well, it sure would be awkward if she were to wake up, better do what she says" then at one point she mumbles "billy I want you inside of me" then the dad says "better do what she says". after he's done fucking and cumming, she wakes up and says "oh daddy that was wonderful" he says "yea yea, i just have one question, who the hell is billy"....Please if anyone knows the movie this is from I would be very greatful.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, talking to mom as she cooked supper. I was in my bikini top and running shorts. Daddy comes home from work and walks up to me. Without saying a work he undoes his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock and balls. He grabs me by the ponytail and forces his cock into my mouth. I didn't have time to prepare and started to gag and drool right away. Mom says, "Let her breathe, Walter." So Daddy pulls out for a moment while I gather myself. He shoves his massive cock to the back of my throat and starts fucking my mouth and throat while holding me in place with his hand in my hair. I relax, open my throat like he taught me and press my tongue up against his cock. He groans as he slides it in and out along the length of my tongue. I can taste the saltiness of his sweaty cock and the musty flavor of his pre-cum. He takes his other massive hand and tears at my top to get at my tiny tits. He squeezes them hard and kneads them like bread dough. He pinches my nipples until I squeal - all the time ramming his cock down my throat.

Somewhere in the assault, Mommy kneels beside me and unties my top, exposing my sore little tits. She also finishes undoing my Daddy's pants and pulls them down to his knees. She fondles his balls in her hand and says, "That's it Walter! Fuck the little slut. You've been thinking about her all day. Give her your seed. Fill her with your cum!"

Daddy grunts and jerks. I can feel the usual spasms shake down the shaft of his cock and I prepare for his load. With every deep grunt another gush of hot cum pours down my throat. Again and again and again and again.

He growls when he's done violating my throat, and he pulls me up to my feet. He turns me around roughly and bends me over the table. He pushes my head down onto the wood, and I can see the glass of coke I was drinking an inch from my nose. He and Mommy grab my shorts and panties and with one motion have them at my ankles. And again Daddy plunges his hard meat into me. A shock of pain ripped through my cunt as he was suddenly and roughly all the way in. Luckily, my pussy was already wet and his cock was covered with my drool and his cum. Still there was still a little too much friction to be pleasurable until about the third or forth thrust. Then he really started to fuck me hard and deep. I moaned like the little whore I am. "Oh FUCK, Daddy, FFUUCCKK!!!!!" He slapped my ass and told me to shut up. But every time he pounded his cock into my pussy, I quietly exhaled a moan. Mommy egged him on,"That's it baby...fuck that little slut. Fuck her worthless cunt." She played with his balls and fingered his ass, which drove him into an animalistic state. He howled and tore into my poor tight pussy...using his little girl as a cum bucket. His final thrust nearly knocked me off my feet, but he held my hips and lifted my feet off the floor as he arched his back and pumped his hot cum into my tired little pussy.

Then Daddy plopped into the same chair I was sitting in just a few minutes ago. I couldn't move. Mommy was on Daddy's cock in a second, licking and cleaning traces of blood, cum and my pussy juice off his cock. Then she turned to me. Spreading my ass and lips apart, and looking at my swollen, gaping hole, she licked me clean and sucked the rest of Daddy's cum from my pussy. Then as I stood up and went to my room for a shower, I looked back and saw Mommy kneeling between Daddy's knees, sucking his cock long and deep. I knew supper would be late. She'd be riding his cock as soon as he was hard again.

OK, my mate / Co works wife started working at the office as us. She's a fat bitch but I've always had a thing for her.

Week 1: lots if flirting with each other

Week 2: got her cell phone number and dirty messages started straight away

Week 3: we sneaked away on lunch, I played with her trimmed pussy, after she sucked my dick toll I cum, she swollen every drop

Week 4: I got her to shave her pussy totally bold, every day in grabbing her tit, I've finged her in our office, we sneaked off again during lunch, of which I slapped her face a couple of time, made her gag on my cock and she started calling me daddy

This botch is one horny bitch, she gets fuck all at home, so I'm taking advance of every second I can, for filling every dirty fantasy I have, what passed girlfriends have never done for me, I'm making her do it

Any ideas what I can do next?

The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

I'm a female sub who's looking for her forever daddy/master. I'm into traditional gender roles so I want to serve him both domestically and sexually. I love a manly man. Lately, I find myself wanting a bisexual man who will make it mandatory that: I suck his ass juices dry almost daily, stimulate his prostate and fist him (if I'm lucky), and wrap & lock my mouth around his juicy prolapse (if I'm luckier).

Should he ever want to fuck/top a guy, he'd have me felch his fresh cum from the faggot's ass. Should he be a switch, he'd push out in a recipient all the cum loads he got that day/night, only to fill up my ass and shoot his load to mark his territory.

I'm totally obsessed with male ass holes. :)

I told my husband only half of the details

I Really want to talk about this. It was so much fun.

I was doing my regular walking route and chilling by the river, and i was get ready to take some photos i had some sex toys setting up a little tripod. I was gonna take some short videos for my Daddies of playing with myself. A couple came up when they saw my kit and ask if i wanted to join them for a spanking party. I didn't know them but i wanted to cum so badly, and my husband to soft nature to spank me.

I get there and the first things that happened was i was stripped and forced on my knees. I wanted it so badly i knew what i was in for so i belted out loud "you can do what ever you want holes, and beat my flank to your hearts content. i want to swallow every load of cum, and i must be home by midnight or Daddy won't fuck me" I'm on the grindr app, my husband knows - right now he don't want to hear about my "fucking exploits" he recovering from multiply injuries. ( i suck him every day - some time 3 times a day if he in the mood for it) A couple of the men stated "what a good boy, i been chatting with him. He practically a self owned sex slave" I'm a FtM on a wait list for bottom surgery. In my profile i list what i like to be referred to when it comes to sex talk.

For 90mins i was beaten, cummed in, forced to do other things. I came so hard, i haven't been able to cum for 13days at this point and it was not from the lack of trying to get off. When i was let go and got home i show my husband the bruises, i told him i got a spanking and i had fun. I kept it simple and answer all question he had. I did not lie to him. i think he knows but trust me enough to know it a once in a while thing. (we are poly, he is Asexual - we do have an open dynamic for sex as im an aSLUTual)

i wished i had gotten someone information i would love to be there whipping pig again.

Disclaimer: Don't do what i did, this could of ended very badly! Now i'm resting and get to have STI test every every for a month now! i don't want to be a ship rat!

I confess I let an older guy fuck me when I was 16.

When I was around 15, I started going on chat rooms and chatting with older guys. I was not and still do not consider myself gay, but when I get really horny I get in this depraved sense of mind. I'd get horny doing something I think is otherwise disgusting. Anyway, nothing got me hornier than knowing these older guys wanted to use my ass. I loved chatting with married guys because I knew they were paranoid about keeping it a secret like me. I had a lot of depraved convos with older guys about fucking my ass and making me their slutboi. I'd cum, always feel mega jackoff remorse, close the chat, and usually block them.

At some point I built up the courage to have phone sex with some guys. I would get older guys to give me their number and call it with *67 so they couldn't call me back. Pretty much whenever I was home alone I'd hit the chatrooms and find guys to phonefuck me. I was usually pretty shy on the phone, but I loved when a guy was really verbal and would call me names, faggot, etc, while we were moaning over the phone. We'd cum together moaning in extacy and hang up right after. Despite my post cum remorse, I would always go back. At times, when my family was asleep, I'd take my phone and a jizz napkin in the shed behind the house in the middle of the night to get off like this. I get both disgusted and horny thinking about moaning "fuck me harder daddy!" to some old guy states away, in middle of the night, in my filthy shed.

So now to the fucking: One day, I start chatting with an 50 something year old married guy and I don't quite exactly remember why, but we ended up jacking off together from time to time on messenger. He lived a few counties away from me, but in the same state. I don't think we ever phonefucked, but at one point he definitely convinced me to get a webcam, and I would cam for him. We had many horny conversations about him fucking me in front of his wife, etc. I'd always cum on cam for him and feel that remorse, I never showed him my face though.

We started having conversations about how we should meet and fuck, and it was always just jerkoff fodder. We were both to paranoid to actually do it. One weekend when the family was gone for the day we had a pretty long edging session early. We both were in an extremely horny state of mind I guess, because we decided to go for it. We stopped jerking off, our balls full with cum, to save for our depraved encounter. We worked out a plan were I would take a bus to a point where he would meet me and we'd walk to a motel nearby.

The moment I walked out of my house my heart was beating like crazy, but I felt hornier than I ever have. I'd never even taken the bus before, but my horniness made me so willing to do anything. When I go off the bus I saw the him wearing the clothes he described. He wasn't ugly, buy he was certainly a man in his fifties, a bit overweight and stocky. When I walked up to him, we were both very nervous and just said things like "are you ready for this" and "I cant wait." I started getting so horny as we walked, I started getting so horny though, and started thoughing his cock through his pants. Probably not the best idea since he was 50 something and I was young, but I was horny.

When we got in the motel room, my heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. We took off our clothes and I lay on the bed naked. Keep in mind I was a complete virgin, only had a few fingers in my ass when I cammed for him, but was horny for cock. I had my first foreplay with this guy as we humped each other for a good 30 min. My cock was leaking at this point rubbing all over this hairy guy. We 69ed until I about burst and then gave him head while my cock softened a bit. I started pushing his cock on my tight asshole and we knew it was time.

He lubed up my ass with his fingers and slowly stretched me out a bit. It hurt and almost made me cum at the same time. He worked my ass with his fingers for a bit, until I told him to try to get inside me. He worked on a condom and dumped some more lube on his cock. I lay missionary while he started working his cock inside me. It was uncomfortable at first, but wasn't long before my cock was rock hard as his saggy balls slapped my ass. We started talking dirty. We didn't even know eachothers names. He moan "you like my cock boy!" and I responded, "fuck me daddy!"

He told me he loved me and I responded I love him too. I vividly remember this and making out while he fucked me. I confess my first kiss was this horny old man I met on messenger. He asked if he could take the condom off and I said fine. I didn't really understand how dumb that was at the time, but he was married I didn't think he had a std since he told me I was his first male fuck.

When he slid in me bareback, it felt so good. We kissed as he fucked me a few more minutes and then I told him I was gonna cum. A few strokes of my cock and I blew all over my chest and face with his cock still sliding in and out of me. Needless to say, I felt immediate disgust and discomfort. My cock got soft and I got quite but he just started pounding away harder. I'm not sure he fucked me harder because he saw I was uncomfortable and in pain and was trying to finish to get it over with for me or because the pain on my face made him hornier, but he pumped until he moaned "I'm gonna breed you boy!" Then stuck his tongue down my mouth while he pumped his seed deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his heart beating through me.

After a min or so he slid his beating semi out of my hole and just started cleaning himself up and getting dressed. I followed and there were few words after and we didn't look at eachother. We pretty much just dressed and I walked alone to the bus stop feeling dirty.

I blocked him when I got home and we never talked again.

A little while ago Daddy decided it was time for some new pictures of his little girl, but He couldn’t decide what He wanted the focus of them to be. He helped me get all dressed up in my school girl outfit and Mommy did my hair and makeup so I could be pretty for Daddy. He and i killed some time snuggling on my bed and replied to a few messages. I was snuggled up with Daddy’s old teddy bear too. Daddy remembered how jealous i was that my big sis got to pose with Teddy so he asked if i wanted to take some pictures with him too. We took a couple of me sitting with Teddy, and then Daddy had to leave the room for a bit to take care of something for Mommy.

When Daddy came back he opened the door to the sight of both Teddy and Whiskers (my kitty) ganging up on me. Teddy was face down between my breasts and Whiskers had his nose in my pussy. Daddy laughed at me and called me a silly kitten. Knowing this had been a fantasy of mine he pulled the camera back out and started to take photos as Teddy and Whiskers continued to have their way with me…

Whiskers pulled his nose out of my pussy and went over to my hiding spot for the special toys Daddy gets for me and pulled out one of my glass toys. He slid the toy into me slowly and began to fuck me with it. Although whiskers had seen me play with the toys from Daddy before, he had never been so naughty as to try and use them on me... It felt so good… While Whiskers was sliding the glass dildo in and out of my tight little pussy Teddy kept himself busy sucking on my nipples and fondling my breasts. If I had to guess I’m sure Teddy put Whiskers up to this, Whisker’s has never been this forward… Teddy has seen a lot over the years and has absolutely no shame.

The two of them switched places and Teddy showed off his huge purple cock, you wouldn’t think a teddy bear his size could have such a giant dick… His cock is girthy and veiny and just the right length, perfect for a good hard fucking. Teddy fucked me harder and harder while Whiskers demonstrated some of his tongue work on my nipples.

Teddy had a good long time with me, but Daddy decided it was his turn so Teddy joined Whiskers up at my breasts and they each took to licking, and nibbling one with a passion. Daddy moved between my legs and started teasing my slit with his hard cock to get it all wet with my juices. When Daddy’s cock was as soaked as my pussy he started slowly easing it in. Once the head of Daddy’s cock cleared the threshold he shoved the rest in so fast he landed square on my cervix and made me gasp. It felt amazing….

Daddy pounded my little cunt for a long while like that and suddenly pulled out so He could regain control. He made me stand up on the bed against the wall and then lay down on the bed under me so He could be a little pervert looking up my schoolgirl’s skirt and playing with himself. When Daddy was fully satisfied with his view he had me lay down. Daddy started to undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt one at a time while whispering naughty things to me, encouraging me to play with and fondle my wet little hole and clit... I play with myself for Daddy until i’m on the edge of cumming and He tells me to stop.

After Daddy told me to stop he ordered me to clean my fingers off… I enthusiastically licked and sucked all of my juices from my fingers. When i was done He had me pinch and pull on my nipples and as i did so Daddy stuck his cock next to my face and made me start licking and sucking on it. I got Daddy to the edge of releasing into my mouth and then he pulled away. I pouted in disappointment as i love the way Daddy’s juices taste on my tongue… I sat up and cuddled with Whiskers for a bit, but the wily kitty wormed and kissed his way down my body until i was sitting on his face. Daddy let Whiskers lick me for a while, and then pushed me back down on the bed and pounded my pussy until we blissfully climaxed together. As i am laying there floating in pleasure and full of Daddy’s cum Teddy crawls over my body and licks my cunt clean of both of our juices…

*I am actually over 18, and those are not pets, but stuffed animals in the story.

I was wondering if there were any daddies out there who where not given a choice in impregnating their daughter. I just watched a hot vid where this girl woke her daddy up by riding his cock. As he got close to cumming she refused to get off of him. As he started to cum, she told him she wasn't on the pill and wanted him to knock her up.

This actually happened to me, but with a gf not a daughter. Since watching this vid, I can't stop wondering if it has ever happened in reality.

I confess that I still fantasize about how my dad used to fuck me. I�m a 24 year old guy now and he passed away a couple years ago but I still jerk off thinking about him. I�ll admit that I�ve fucked a lot of guys but daddy�s cock was always the best. It wasn�t just because he fucked me so WELL but also because he loved me.
The way he would take me in his arms and hold me before even taking my clothes off always made me smile. It completely cleared my mind and got me ready and really excited and happy to have him inside me. He would kiss me while he teased me to get me hard and he held me so close when he fucked me.
Daddy always knew exactly what I wanted and how to give it to me, too. He had a huge cock and, even though I assume he didn�t have much practice because he was a priest, he definitely knew how to use it. He had big hands and would run them all over my body.
I liked how rough they were, like he had worked all his life even though he came from a pretty well off family. It always felt amazing when he would grab my cock with those strong hands.
I can�t even explain how wonderful it was to have my daddy�s cock inside me. I�d position my hips in certain ways to try and please him more because I was so eager to have his hot cum filling me. I really loved when he would tell me how tight I was. I liked that I could please him.
I�d get on my knees anytime, anywhere for him. I love the feel of his cock sliding against my lips and even when he�d hit the back of my throat I enjoyed it. The musky smell of his skin was enough to make me throb. I couldn�t get enough of his cum, its taste was better than any food my mom or brother could cook.
I would do anything for my dad. Sexual or not. He was my father and my biggest dream was making him happy. I still live my life in a way that I think he�d approve of.
I miss him so much.

I'm a fat whore who needs to just be covered in cum, and fucked nonstop. When i fuck my boyfriend I have a habit of calling him daddy and he loves it though he's not that older than me. He calls me his dirty little whore because of how much I crave fat cocks fucking the shell out of me. so anyway, any takers whant to show this dirt girl what they got ;)