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Fapping Everyday

Every thrust powerfully slamming into your little frame.  Legs held open, breasts swaying in motion to my thickness ramming into you.  I want to hear you, I want to feel you, I want to fuck you so strong you’re unable to move.  

Exhausted and trembling, used and satisfied, filled with my seed.  But I need more, I crave more!

Take my punishing cock in that pretty pussy and call out my name.  Soak me with those delicious juices till you have nothing left but spasms and heavy breathing.  Feel more cream spill into you, warming you as I bury it pulsing deeply.   Overflowing with my desires spilling out of you, delirious from the hungry attack on your body.  

Love and passion are not always soft.

Do you think of me?   Those moments where you have opened yourself to my words and let them penetrate you so deeply that you can feel my touch against your skin?  Do you sit at work slipping your hand into your panties to rub that tender clit or move your little soft hands under your blouse over your breasts?  Do you take long baths masturbating to the idea of my hands washing you?  In the morning can you feel my tongue part your flesh to wake you?  Have you leaned against a wall or bent over your furniture and thrust your fingers in your aching core knowing how my cock would stretch you?  

Do you think of me as much as I think of you?  I crave you, I need you.  Open your mind and body completely!  Cum for me and show me you’re mine

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Came home to find the house quiet again.  I poured a drink and hung up my coat, slipped off my tie.  At first I was not concerned you would dare to break rules again tonight.  You had been out all night several times this week already so when I told you to cut back I expected the fear alone to keep you in.  The whiskey fell as did the night hours into the morning as I sat in my chair watching the front door.  Dressed like a slut with the smell of booze on your lips, you tried to spin some silly tale that may save your ass.  Not buying any of it tonight.  Realizing you lost the battle against my anger and buzzed you started to run your fingers along my shirt.  No longer pleading but trying to flirt your way out of it.  Was this how you played all those boys at school I wondered?  Dressing provocatively, light touches, giggled flirtations.   Just stirred the beast in me more.

A quick grab of your wrist, a tug of my strong arm and you were over my lap.  I whimpered stop as I ripped your skirt off only to find you bare ass under it.  That was all it took.  I wailed on your ass as you thrashed in my lap pinned under my strong hands.  I don’t know at what point you stopped thrashing and just lay there taking it but I kept assaulting your backside as it burned as hot as my frustration.   When I finally caught myself I stopped and looked down at you laying there, you were…..you were giggling.  “How drunk are you?” Watching you look up at me  “Not drunk enough to not notice your hard cock poking my belly.”  Jesus I hadn’t noticed but as soon as you mentioned it I could feel the thickness pressed against my slacks under you.  “It’s ok daddy I get horny sometimes too, like right now.”

My whole mindset changed as I felt you purposely wiggling on my lap.  You were trying to keep me aroused.  “Don’t stop daddy, punish me, pleasure me, show me your the boss of me.” I swatted you again and you purred at it, again and again I slapped your bare ass as you lifted up for more.   The next thing I knew my fingers ran down between your legs to feel how wet you were.  I dipped them inside you as you pressed against me.  Now I was finger fucking you as your pussy tightened quickly to hold me in deep.  I felt your first and second orgasm immediately against my fingers.  You slid off my lap as my fingers came out dripping.  I watched you scramble between my legs and fumble to open my pants.  There was not thought of don’t, stop……….all I could imagine was how good your mouth was about to feel as you took me out and licked my hot thick cock.  Wide eyes as you swallowed it and the way you rubbed my sack I leaned back and felt you empty my cock in your mouth with a firm squeeze.  

You pulled back licking the drops off your lips as you pulled yourself off your knees.  You leaned over “night daddy” and rushed upstairs.  I sat there with my cock laying out dripping on my pants wondering if you would remember what just happened, wondering should I feel guilty, wondering when I was going to taste you?

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I have to keep a sense of humor considering the draining year that 2016 was for me. I can’t complain, I have YOU to keep me smiling and surrounded in the warmth of your love. I think for 2017 I will just stay in bed……for the whole year. Care to join me for a year of passion and playful love?…..spanks and snuggles?…..I hope you say yes, you’re my smile. I need you here!

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Photography was just a hobby, nothing more.  I would take my lunches or evenings when the mood struck me and head to the park or to the industrial sector, to a lake or to peak.   I had to admit I had a way about finding beauty in anything.  I had seen you before around town but today you were sitting out on the pier as the sun set.   I had been clicking away until I noticed your head down.  I walked carefully up from behind not wanting to startle you.  “Hey is everything ok?”  I pretended not to notice you drying your eyes.

A simple nod as you look out over the water.  I sat down beside you, not too close but close enough to start a conversation.  Maybe I should of left you be but I didn’t like to see people hurting.  Some light chatter exposed your recent break up, left for another after a long term relationship.  I admitted my own faults in dating and picking the wrong one but assured you that with your beauty it would not take long for another.  You thanked me but modestly denied my sense and sight.  “I beg to differ, I have an excellent way of seeing beauty and trust me you are a breath taker!’ A light laugh and repeated thanks.

We talked about our jobs and my hobby and after a bit we found ourselves walking the beach.  I clicked away at the final moments of the setting sun making sure to catch glimpses of you in the frames down to the silhouette at the end of dusk.  “That blush looks good on you.”

Now I was really not trying to hit on you, I mean any man naturally would but I recognized the fresh sting of your break up and didn’t want to be the rebound guy, been there, done that.  You invited me for a drink as we got to the lot and although surprised I accepted.   The next few hours at a local tavern our casual conversations became bolder, flirtatious, playful, and revealing.    Leaning into each other in laughter, light touches when we spoke as the night grew late you asked if I had ever photographed people.  It was an odd shift at the point we were but maybe you had realized we were headed for a one night stand and neither of us were really that person.  Attractions aside I reminded you of my dabbling hobby and that any portrait work was for a graduate or random person in the scene I was creating.  You asked to see my work sometime and I openly invited you anytime you wanted to stop by.  With that you stood up and picked up my cell phone.  you typed in your cell number and added it to my contacts.  

I smiled as I had obviously made a new friend and this rough day a bit easier on you.  I paid the tab as you dialed your number on my cell so you now had my number.  You wished me a good night and another thank you as I stood “Pleasure is mine for sure.” You leaned to me and kissed my cheek and walked off.  I finished my drink and wondered if I should try and call you in a few days as I walked to my car.  When I got home and slipped into bed my cell vibrated.  I looked down to find a message from you asking for my address and if I like wine.  I typed in my location and let you know I would have the glasses ready tomorrow night along with some pasta if it would please you.

The next night you arrived and we shared a bachelor prepared meal and a bottle of wine.  Warm conversation and laughter, we ended up in my living room flipping through books of photographs.  You complimented me and revisited the question about taking pictures of people.  “Well if I had a model like you I would spend my whole day taking pictures” a flattering flirt as you set down your glass.  “Get your camera as you stood and started to undress.”  Now you had never mentioned nude photos but I was not about to pass up this playful moment.  I grabbed my camera, where would I take them?  I started off lighting a quick fire and having you relax on the couch.  The flames highlights flickered over your body as you posed.  Was the hottest thing I have every done in my life and your smile was delicious.

You had mentioned the other night certain things you liked, the beach, a bottle of wine and I recalled one of the issues your ex had was you were too wild for him.  Always wanting to push boundaries as he was more traditional.  Now it hit me, this photography in the nude was just you trying to be……….you.  I refilled your wine and took some fun playful pics in the kitchen as you drank and teased.   I was so aroused by you I could barely think.   I needed something off the charts for you, really make the experience and push my own boundaries.   I took your hand and led you to my spare room.  You saw the bed and immediately climbed up, you were ready for more than pictures.  I was not the only one turned on by the shoot.  “Give me a minute..” I rushed out of the room and too the garage, found what I wanted…made a few cuts and rushed up in the room.  As I looked at the bed you were gone and I worried for a split second that you left only to catch you sitting in the tall chair.  You had moved it in front of the mirror and had opened your legs, admiring your body.  Hell so was I.

I didn’t ask, I moved behind you and pulled your arms back, when you felt the rope you smiled at me in the reflection.  I bound your wrists then your ankles.  I took pictures through the mirror of you as I could see you watching.  Then I set the camera down and went to untie you.  Kneeling at your legs you told me not to let you go.  I looked up at you, moved my hands over your thighs and ran my tongue into your juicy flesh.   Your moans were intoxicating and we spent the night releasing you into kinky pleasure.  When I woke in the morning you were gone although the bed was still warm next to me.  I sat up to a rattle of my cell on the nightstand.   Your message was an address and this “Tonight you can bring the wine and I will bring the rope!”

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F a p   Q u e e n s

I catch you out of the corner of my eye quietly stepping toward the door.  You were already in trouble for breaking curfew and your grades, now I watch as you try and slip out the front door.  “I didn’t know I had a son cause you must have balls to be trying to go out of this house while you are grounded!  Get over here!” I turn off the tv with a scowl.  There you were, standing in front of me with your eyes to the floor.  I look you over.  “Well no balls……..know how I can tell?” you shake your head no.  “Cause I can see your camel toe through those tight yoga pants.  Didn’t I tell you to stop wearing that out?” 

You could hear my anger, my frustration but you knew I had a weakness.  Something you found on my laptop on day and you really wanted to go out with your friends to the mall.

This was your chance knowing I was looking at your pussy.

 Biting your lip you looked up.  “Yes daddy I am grounded, but my friends are all out and if I don’t go they will never talk to me again.  Lets make a deal.”  I scrunch up my brow as you notice me still looking over you.  “Never again huh, maybe you need better friends.  A deal, you have nothing to negotiate with me!”  You had a loose shirt and no bra and I could see your nipples were stiff.  “Beside you might as well start going bare ass since you seem to not bother with underwear or a bra, I can see everything!”

You smirk a bit “Do you like it?” I stand up fuming, “What?  do I like it, obviously I don’t” But your eyes now move over me and my thick bulge gives away my arousal.  “I don’t dress for my friends like this Daddy I dress like this for you?” I was totally caught off guard.  “What?  dressing for me, what are you on?  Drugs?  Drinking?”  I watch you move over beside me making sure you brush against me before bending over holding the back of the couch.  You turn your head to look back at me with your ass lifted up.  “Daddy I know you like my body, you love young girls, and by the porn you watch on your computer spanking them too……….so I dress like this so you think I am sexy and so you will spank me when I am bad.”  Now this was not true actually true, you dressed like that for the boys in your school but if you wanted to get out of this house before 30 it was good grades or teasing me.

“So do it……” I look at every curve of your body in position for discipline.  Should I be pissed that you were on my computer?  Should I throw you back in your room and lock the door till the end of break?  “Do what?”  “Spank me.  Spank me like you really want to, spank me like you need too, but let me go out with my friends.  If I let you spank me when I am bad, then I get to go out.”  I started to laugh until I realized you were serious.  “Jesus I am not going to spank you, your in high school.”  You frown, it was not working.  “What am I too old for your tastes Daddy.” 

I growled “Damn it no………I mean yes.  No.  Damn it!” and I grabbed a hold of your leggings and tore them to shreds as your plan took hold.   You just had to hold on for a few minutes you figured as you felt my large hand rubbing your bottom to measure my strike.  Then without any forgiveness I wacked your bare ass and at first it scared you, it stung.  I was rough, angry, slap after slap your ass burned and grew crimson as you winced.  Gripping the couch and praying for it to be over, maybe this was not a good idea.  As your bottom got numb you looked back at me again totally focused on tanning your ass.  The look in my eyes, the arousal you could clearly see.  It made you wet.  A soft moan.  “Daddy harder!’ I looked at you, eyes locked and I could see the dark hunger for it in you.  I cracked my hand over your ass and your legs pressed together.   More moaning and now my cock what throbbing.  Uncomfortable pressure as I had to stop.  I rested my hand on your burning butt as you took deep breaths.  “Daddy does it always get you turned on?  I’m…….I’m wet.”  Embarrassed a bit but realizing I was not as twisted as you thought the first time finding my fetish.

“Yes baby it does.  I don’t know why but it does.”  I could see your hips moving as you stayed in position and your soft puffy pussy glistening.  I let my hand move carefully along your bottom toward your crease as you watched me.  You parted your legs as I looked at you.  A timid nod as my hand slipped down between your legs.   My fingers parted your tight silk as you moved against my touch.  Within minutes you came.  “I am tired daddy, I am going to go lay down.” You headed to your room and lay there thinking about what just happened as you still felt the echos of my hand and fingers.  You masturbated several more times that night.  

The next day at breakfast not much was said, a nervous, uncomfortable moment until we both blurted out apologies.  Smiles and blush, some fumbled conversation and we started to eat.  You cleaned the dishes and I went to the living room to flip on the new.  Shortly after I watch you tiptoeing right across the foyer toward the door.  What the hell were you doing, I was not mad this time just dumbfounded.  “Baby?”  You looked over pretending to be caught and rushed over to stand in front of me folding your hands together.  “What are you doing?” I noticed you had a pair of yoga pants on and another loose top with no bra.  The lightbulb went on at the same time as you spoke.  “Oh daddy I am so sorry I know I should be punished” and you grabbed the back of the couch.

I stood up as you looked back with a smile.  “Daddy maybe this time you could slip off your pants when you punish me.”  I unbuckled and pushed my pants down off my hips leaving a thick hard cock right before I tore your leggings to shreds.

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She had been going there for massages for years.  She needed something to take away all the stress and frustration of her daily life.  One of her girl friends had suggested the place and although at first she was a bit timid with it, she eventually got comfortable with a stranger touching her.  She undressed and slipped under the sheet closing her eyes.  She heard the knock and acknowledged she was ready.  The dimmed lights, the click of the music being turned on lightly, and the flicker of the lighter that lit the incense.  Ahhh she really needed this today.  When she felt the oils being poured on her skin she settled in but when she felt the strength of the large hands on her back she jolted her eyes open and wrapped the sheet around her tightly.  This was not her masseuse, the girl that she had been going to for the last three years.  He apologized quickly and explained that she had gone ill and he was covering her shifts.  He could see she was upset so he offered to reschedule or get someone else but it may take awhile to get one of the girls to fit her in.   She fidgeted a bit but agreed it would be ok.

She lay back down but her body now was rigid.  Maybe it was because it was a man, maybe it was because it was a handsome man.  She closed her eyes as his smooth touch glided over her shoulders again.  A low calming voice telling her to let go.   God he was strong.  He wasn’t hurting her but she could feel the strength in his hands as they moved over her back.  She felt them move over her skin, working out the kinks and soon she was putty in his hands.  When he pulled the sheet down to expose her bare butt she tensed a bit but wondered what it would feel like when he………..ohhhh god.  He worked over her bottom and down the back of her thighs and she got wet instantly.  She had never been aroused at a massage nor did she tend to peek out of an eye so often.   As his hand moved down her legs she realized he would want her to roll over soon.  Would he notice she was wet?  His hand tapped on her hip.  She bit her lip and with a flush face she rolled over.  His eyes on hers as she looked up.  Damn he was hot and that smile melted her.  Her breathing was a bit steep as he turned for more oils.  

A slow drizzle over her body as she found it impossible to close her eyes.  She wanted to watch him touch her.  Hands rested on her shoulders and moved along her arms.  Slow and firm he moved over her perfect body.   She was a sexy little thing and as he moved over her breasts for the first time with large glazed circles she moaned.   God did she just, why could she not take her eyes off him.  She was soaked, hands moving down her stomach as her legs naturally parted.  Both of his hands moved down each side of her pussy along her thighs.  All she could think of was his fingers going into her.  Her pussy flexed as he moved up and down her hips and legs.  Then his hands stopped, one rested on her stomach as he looked down at her.  Nothing was said as he looked at her, but he knew.  She felt his hand move down over her mound as her mouth opened silently.   I held her eyes as her fantasy took life and her petals opened to his touch.  She couldn’t breath when he slipped one in and out.  

She tightened around him laying there gripping the sheet under her as came for him.  She wanted him inside as I kept stroking her.  She reached over and ran her hand over his thick bulge.  His finger slipped out of her and he pulled his polo off to reveal a chiseled frame.  As he stepped out of his pants she rolled over on her side and stroked his meaty cock and took it in her mouth.  His hand moved into her hair and guided her slow bobbing on his hardness.   The other hand returned to her juicy core and with multiple fingers, prepared her for his girth.   Pulling her hips and hooking his arms under her legs she led his crown to her opening as he eased in.  An aching back and his strong grip he rocked his hips into hers as she quickly came again.  He opened her completely and with every twist and turn of her body he felt deeper.   

Flipping her over she reached back and pulled him back inside.  He took her hands and drove his cock in.  Every thrust had her body shaking, her soft ass slapping his rock hard abs.   She could not tell you how many times she came for him but when his cock started to pulse in her she gripped his hands and held tight.   She wanted to feel his warmth inside as she gave herself to him.   He buried his cock with a deep lunge and waves of cream pumped into her silk.  She whimpered knowing his release was the end of her time with him as he gently pulled out.   She felt the sheet being pulled over her exhausted body.   Totally relaxed and unable to move, she lay there resting as he dressed and told her he hoped to see her come back soon.  She had a new masseuse.

He was always busy.  Studying, working, playing video games, or out with his buddies.  She use to try and catch his attention but he had gotten to comfortable with her always being there.  She really needed him today so she decided to get him worked up so she could feel him close.  She put on one of his tshirts and left off her panties.  She walked down the hall to the living room determined to catch his eye.  

There he sat with his fast food, scarfing and chatting on a head set with a controller in his hand.  She groaned a bit but she walked over in front of him as he fed on the burger.  Mumbling get out of the way and waving her off to the side, she grabbed the bag and ran off in the bedroom.  He tossed down the controller and raced after her bitching.   When he burst in the room she was naked and covered in his fries.  His irritation immediately changed as he looked at her laying there.  The lightbulb finally came on as she slowly opened her legs.  “You want fries with this?”