masters-littleone:

You want to come don’t you little one? You can feel Daddy’s fingers hitting that spot can’t you? That spot that makes all the gushies and screams happen. Who’s spot is that? Who’s spot is it that makes you cum harder than you ever cum? It’s mine. It’s my spot you little whore because you are my slut. Now cum. Gush over Daddy’s hand…. NOW!

masters-littleone:

You want to come don’t you little one? You can feel Daddy’s fingers hitting that spot can’t you? That spot that makes all the gushies and screams happen. Who’s spot is that? Who’s spot is it that makes you cum harder than you ever cum? It’s mine. It’s my spot you little whore because you are my slut. Now cum. Gush over Daddy’s hand…. NOW!

(Source: bdsmpuppy)

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If you want to quench your thirst Daddy, you’re gonna have to lick my ass.

If you want to quench your thirst Daddy, you’re gonna have to lick my ass.

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stonekidman:

"Bro, I’m ready to be your slut. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t tell mom and dad you caught me smoking"

stonekidman:

"Bro, I’m ready to be your slut. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t tell mom and dad you caught me smoking"

(Source: digz4113)

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kristen4daddy:

Underwater selfies of my best friend Stacy and me for daddy.

kristen4daddy:

Underwater selfies of my best friend Stacy and me for daddy.

(Source: allsportsgirls)

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krissy4daddy:

thecockblog:

 

I love how big my daddy’s cock feels inside me.

krissy4daddy:

thecockblog:

 

I love how big my daddy’s cock feels inside me.

(Source: hungdudes)

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yourbadgrrl:






It was late in the day when she arrived at the  resort since the flight was 30 minutes late and there was the usual line at the rental car counter. None of the vagaries of travel affected her  much, though - she was mostly focused on her keynote address, rehearsing it over and over in her mind. Her professional society was meeting for  the next few days at a lovely Caribbean resort, and she was looking  forward to the kind of intellectual challenge that only her peers could  provide. And, to be truthful, she was ready for long evenings with a  drink in hand, relaxing by the pool with old colleagues.


As she registered at the front desk, she was mentally  reviewing the finer points of her speech when it happened again - a  barely formed thought at the edge of her awareness intruded. It wasn’t  even really a thought - it was a distracting feeling centered around  Him. She thought of him that way - not by name, not by title, and with  the capital H, and all of it disturbed her deeply. He was part of her  professional society, but in a different specialty and she didn’t know  him well. She found him pleasant enough but vaguely condescending in a  way that irritated her, especially because her nipples tightened at the  thought of him… or, rather, Him. She hoped she’d see very little of  him during the conference.



That evening she had her first meeting with some of her  colleagues, and as the rush of activity began she kept her thoughts  under control and focused. The next morning she spent extra time on her  appearance, getting ready for her speech. She felt in her professional  element as she arrived in the hall and walked up to the podium to set up her presentation. Before she knew it, there she stood in front of  hundreds of her friends and colleagues, ready for her moment. She was  halfway through her speech when, looking out at the audience, she saw  Him. He was looking at her levelly across the room with a neutral  expression, but she instantly felt her face grow hot and - how  embarrassing! - a telltale slickness between her legs. To her credit,  she recovered with a slight cough, finished her talk, and reveled in the long applause.



That evening, exhausted from a long day of presentations and  meetings, she stood at her hotel room door fumbling with the card key.  She barely had time to react when she felt a warm presence just behind  her and a hand over hers, guiding the card key through the slot. The  door opened and as she stepped forward into the room she suddenly found  herself pinned face first against the wall, feeling warm breath against  her ear and hearing Him say in a calm, low voice,  “I trust baby has put her collar in its proper place.”

 
She was  suddenly infuriated and struggled for release, but he smoothly moved a  hand to the thick hair at the nape of her neck and firmly, almost  aggressively, pulled her head far back. She was mortified to feel her  nipples harden and smell the warm musky scent of her own wetness. She  closed her eyes in shame, thinking about how she had slipped the black  leather collar into a plastic ziploc bag as he had instructed, along  with a lipstick and a small bottle of lube. She had felt such annoyance  that she was obeying him as she slid the bag into her purse, but nothing prepared her for the humiliation she felt at the airport security  screening when she lay the bag out for the agents to inspect. At that  moment she had promised herself never to be alone with him again.

Now, however, he was holding her hair with a tightened grip and she  was acutely aware of her exposed and vulnerable neck. He slid his leg  between her knees and kicked her feet apart, then slowly moved his free  hand down her back and over the curve of her buttocks. She felt a heavy  warmth spreading through her pelvis, and she tried to resist the urge to moan at the feeling of his hard cock pressing into her ass. She tried  to escape him again but he tugged hard enough at her hair to bring tears to her eyes, and he said calmly, “Today you performed ably in front of hundreds showing skills that  clearly show you’re destined to become our next President.   Congratulations on your tour-de-force … …. But now, tonight’s  performance will settle whether you’re ready to be my slut.”  He  released her and started across the room. Over his shoulder he said, “  Now strip and assume the position you were to have practiced.”

His casual command somehow spoke to something deep within her body,  bypassing her mind altogether. She obeyed him soundlessly, removing her  clothes but leaving on thigh-high black stockings and black heels.  Her body knew exactly how to position itself - kneeling with legs spread and arms raised, hands at the back of her head. Her lower back arched  and her mouth opened, tongue slightly extended - all her parts were  opened, presented, and ready for Him. She heard him approaching and felt a wave of erotic anticipation… would he touch her? Was the curve of  her back correct? Would he reach down to test her wetness? She heard him approach and forgot herself enough to glance up at Him, but regretted  it instantly when he wordlessly slapped her face. She dropped her gaze,  cheek stinging, and felt another wave of desire surge through her. It  was then he stepped closer, gently swept her hair over her shoulder, and she felt the fine leather collar fasten around her neck - just a bit  too tight.
That moment entered her mind later… much later. Two, maybe  three days had passed and she had not left the room nor even thought of  the world outside it. She was again on her knees before Him, a short  training leash now attached to her collar. She instantly responded to  his quiet instructions and corrections as she licked and sucked his  beautiful cock, opening one of her warm, wet holes for his use. It can’t exactly be said that she remembered the moment he collared her - it was more an impression forming in the haze of her mind. She, the  professional at the top of her career - was a body in service to Him,  and her own need for his cock and hands and tongue had intensified into  an erotic fog which consumed her even while he focused her attention.  She knelt before Him, makeup smeared, hair tangled, her thighs and tits  and face slick with cum and saliva, her drooling mouth stretched around  his cock, whimpering with need - the need to be fucked and owned with his cock  and eyes and tongue… and especially to hear Him say, “Good girl. Good baby. Cum for your Daddy.”


YBG says: I love when the Easter Bunny brings me stories like this! Thank you, thank you! xo

yourbadgrrl:

It was late in the day when she arrived at the  resort since the flight was 30 minutes late and there was the usual line at the rental car counter. None of the vagaries of travel affected her  much, though - she was mostly focused on her keynote address, rehearsing it over and over in her mind. Her professional society was meeting for  the next few days at a lovely Caribbean resort, and she was looking  forward to the kind of intellectual challenge that only her peers could  provide. And, to be truthful, she was ready for long evenings with a  drink in hand, relaxing by the pool with old colleagues.
As she registered at the front desk, she was mentally  reviewing the finer points of her speech when it happened again - a  barely formed thought at the edge of her awareness intruded. It wasn’t  even really a thought - it was a distracting feeling centered around  Him. She thought of him that way - not by name, not by title, and with  the capital H, and all of it disturbed her deeply. He was part of her  professional society, but in a different specialty and she didn’t know  him well. She found him pleasant enough but vaguely condescending in a  way that irritated her, especially because her nipples tightened at the  thought of him… or, rather, Him. She hoped she’d see very little of  him during the conference.
That evening she had her first meeting with some of her  colleagues, and as the rush of activity began she kept her thoughts  under control and focused. The next morning she spent extra time on her  appearance, getting ready for her speech. She felt in her professional  element as she arrived in the hall and walked up to the podium to set up her presentation. Before she knew it, there she stood in front of  hundreds of her friends and colleagues, ready for her moment. She was  halfway through her speech when, looking out at the audience, she saw  Him. He was looking at her levelly across the room with a neutral  expression, but she instantly felt her face grow hot and - how  embarrassing! - a telltale slickness between her legs. To her credit,  she recovered with a slight cough, finished her talk, and reveled in the long applause.
That evening, exhausted from a long day of presentations and  meetings, she stood at her hotel room door fumbling with the card key.  She barely had time to react when she felt a warm presence just behind  her and a hand over hers, guiding the card key through the slot. The  door opened and as she stepped forward into the room she suddenly found  herself pinned face first against the wall, feeling warm breath against  her ear and hearing Him say in a calm, low voice,  “I trust baby has put her collar in its proper place.”
 
She was  suddenly infuriated and struggled for release, but he smoothly moved a  hand to the thick hair at the nape of her neck and firmly, almost  aggressively, pulled her head far back. She was mortified to feel her  nipples harden and smell the warm musky scent of her own wetness. She  closed her eyes in shame, thinking about how she had slipped the black  leather collar into a plastic ziploc bag as he had instructed, along  with a lipstick and a small bottle of lube. She had felt such annoyance  that she was obeying him as she slid the bag into her purse, but nothing prepared her for the humiliation she felt at the airport security  screening when she lay the bag out for the agents to inspect. At that  moment she had promised herself never to be alone with him again.
Now, however, he was holding her hair with a tightened grip and she  was acutely aware of her exposed and vulnerable neck. He slid his leg  between her knees and kicked her feet apart, then slowly moved his free  hand down her back and over the curve of her buttocks. She felt a heavy  warmth spreading through her pelvis, and she tried to resist the urge to moan at the feeling of his hard cock pressing into her ass. She tried  to escape him again but he tugged hard enough at her hair to bring tears to her eyes, and he said calmly, “Today you performed ably in front of hundreds showing skills that  clearly show you’re destined to become our next President.   Congratulations on your tour-de-force … …. But now, tonight’s  performance will settle whether you’re ready to be my slut.”  He  released her and started across the room. Over his shoulder he said, “  Now strip and assume the position you were to have practiced.”
His casual command somehow spoke to something deep within her body,  bypassing her mind altogether. She obeyed him soundlessly, removing her  clothes but leaving on thigh-high black stockings and black heels.  Her body knew exactly how to position itself - kneeling with legs spread and arms raised, hands at the back of her head. Her lower back arched  and her mouth opened, tongue slightly extended - all her parts were  opened, presented, and ready for Him. She heard him approaching and felt a wave of erotic anticipation… would he touch her? Was the curve of  her back correct? Would he reach down to test her wetness? She heard him approach and forgot herself enough to glance up at Him, but regretted  it instantly when he wordlessly slapped her face. She dropped her gaze,  cheek stinging, and felt another wave of desire surge through her. It  was then he stepped closer, gently swept her hair over her shoulder, and she felt the fine leather collar fasten around her neck - just a bit  too tight.

That moment entered her mind later… much later. Two, maybe  three days had passed and she had not left the room nor even thought of  the world outside it. She was again on her knees before Him, a short  training leash now attached to her collar. She instantly responded to  his quiet instructions and corrections as she licked and sucked his  beautiful cock, opening one of her warm, wet holes for his use. It can’t exactly be said that she remembered the moment he collared her - it was more an impression forming in the haze of her mind. She, the  professional at the top of her career - was a body in service to Him,  and her own need for his cock and hands and tongue had intensified into  an erotic fog which consumed her even while he focused her attention.  She knelt before Him, makeup smeared, hair tangled, her thighs and tits  and face slick with cum and saliva, her drooling mouth stretched around  his cock, whimpering with need - the need to be fucked and owned with his cock  and eyes and tongue… and especially to hear Him say, “Good girl. Good baby. Cum for your Daddy.”

YBG says: I love when the Easter Bunny brings me stories like this! Thank you, thank you! xo

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fleebl0:

Every time I fuck her like this, there it is… winking at me, teasing me, inviting me.  Her mouth continues to say “no” but that lovely, delicious little puckered anus is just begging for my dick to explore it.  Occasionally she will let my fingers play with it, fondle and caress it.  Once she let my thumb inside to the first knuckle.
Someday soon though, my cock WILL force its way in there.
And she will love it.

fleebl0:

Every time I fuck her like this, there it is… winking at me, teasing me, inviting me.  Her mouth continues to say “no” but that lovely, delicious little puckered anus is just begging for my dick to explore it.  Occasionally she will let my fingers play with it, fondle and caress it.  Once she let my thumb inside to the first knuckle.

Someday soon though, my cock WILL force its way in there.

And she will love it.

(Source: weednymphos)

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redmagnum:

Either help me stretch your sister’s asshole our I will just tear it open.

(Source: anallova)

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