Mending a Broken Heart.
So about two weeks ago the Birth Daddy and his girlfriend broke up. I was sad for him because he seemed to be having a hard time with it but the same time I was kind of happy because I have had some deep seated jealousy towards her for years now. I made the decision to try to help him get through his even though he declined at first. I told him about how I had recently broken up with my boyfriend so it would be like were are helping each other out.
If you have read any of my other blog posts, it’s pretty obvious that I have a pretty serious sexual attraction to the Birth Daddy….very intense, very kinky thoughts. I’m not one to use emotional distress to manipulate anyone to do anything so I made the decision to kind of suppress my sexual urges towards him while I help him get over her. It wasn’t easy and I would usually, after spending all day with him, end up fucking myself into a stupor.
Last week he seemed a lot better off. No more wanting to just be alone or spending too much time in bed. As fate would have it we had a pretty good snow storm come through the area last week and not only was school cancelled but because of expected road conditions his work was closed as well. He picked me up before the real heavy stuff started to hit and I knew there was a chance we could get stuck at his house….I was totally OK with that.
We watched a movie called “Mini’s First Time” and in this movie a teenage girl tries being an e***** for excitement. Well one of the men she gets with ends up being her own step-father. Watching this with him sitting right next to me made me really, really wet and I thought I saw him getting kind of hard. Maybe it was wishful thinking. I was wearing yoga pants and I was actually worrying that I was so wet that it would show through.
After the movie we started talking about things. His relationship. My relationship. Sex. Oh wow, I was actually talking about sex with the man I have had some pretty intense sexual fantasies about….one that was my biological father. I revealed to him my thoughts about monogamy. I kind of hinted about how I liked to hook-up with different men and even about how I LOVE dirty talk during sex.
“Maybe I just need to find a woman for sex.” He muttered and my eye felt like they snapped open.
“Like a fuck buddy? A friends with benefit?” I offered.
“Pretty much, Yeah. Miranda and I had a pretty healthy sex life and I’m certainly not looking to actually date anyone just yet.”
“Maybe you need a younger girl. One that knows hooking up with an older guy is not only fun but it’s just for fun.”
“Well unfortunately I don’t have any friends like that.” He seemed a bit uncomfortable.
“We’re friends, aren’t we?” I was making my move. I was nervous as fuck as well.
“Of course we are….” His voice kind of faded as his brain no doubt put the hints together. I put my hand on his thigh really, really close to his cock. “Ali, you’re not suggesting that we. You know?”
“Fuck? Why shouldn’t we? I mean we’re both recently single and you seem to need it as much as I do.”
“Um….” He has never once made the claim to be my father and that was obviously the pink elephant in the room that he didn’t really want to acknowledge out loud. This time I knew there was a bulge in his pants and I knew this because I had my hand on it.
I explained to him that for the first 15 years of my life he was just some nameless, faceless guy that knocked up some girl. He hadn’t raised me and that was in no way his fault but when asked who my father was I would say it was my adoptive father. I straddled his lap and felt his bulge against my butt.
“Be 100% honest, do you think of me as your daughter?”
“Well no.”
“Do you think I’m attractive? Am I sexy?” I could seriously feel his dick starting to throb.
“Very?”
“Have you ever thought about me sexually? Be honest.” My pussy was on fire.
“Yes.” I started grinding against him at that point.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He didn’t say yes or no. instead we starting kissing. We kissed in that way you kiss someone when you know you’re gonna fuck them. Out tongues swirled together and I ground my ass down against his cock harder. His hands latched on to my butt and kind of guided me as I did it for a bit then he started to lift my shirt up. I pulled away long enough to pull it off completely followed by my bra. He stared at my tits for a few moments before sucking on my nipples.
My pussy was so wet and all I wanted was to get his hard cock out and have it inside me. Mouth, pussy, even my ass. I didn’t care. I had been fantasizing about this man and his cock for 3 years and now I was going to get what I really wanted.
Eventually we decided to go to his bedroom and the thought of getting fucked on the same bed that he had fucked his ex-gf in so many times thrilled me but as we both stood up I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. For the first time I was looking at the dick that made me.
I’d love to say that he is the biggest I have ever seen but that’s not the case. He’s not small by any means either. I’d say above average with a nice thick shaft and an ever thicker head that was already seeping pre-cum. I moaned and took him in my mouth completely.
I love it when a guy just takes control and thankfully he was that kind of guy. He started moaning and kind of fucking my mouth, gently at first but soon he had his hand on my head and he was getting more and more intense. I was furiously rubbing my needy lil cunt through my yoga pants, thankful that I just shaved that very morning. Soon I was slobbing up and down his cock and I was starting to become a sloppy mess.
“Fuck me! Now!” I growled and he pulled out and lifted me up and carried me to his room and dropped me onto the bed. My pants were quickly pulled off and he stared at me in me in just my thong, admiring the view and stroking his cock.
“Fuck that is hot.” He moaned watching me pull my thong aside and showing him my wet, hairless pussy.
“Come fuck me Daddy, fuck my little cunt.” Now I don’t know if me calling him Daddy went unheard or not. I have never called him that (that he knows about) even when I was fully clothed and now I was damn near naked and he was about to sink his cock into me for the first time and didn’t seemed phased by being called that.
“How do you want it Ali?” he was on top of me, kissing, his cock pressed up against my slit.
“Hard! Deep! Rough!” and that was what he did! He shoved his entire cock into me in one hard push. I was so wet and so ready but it still made me gasp.
I’ve fantasized about this so many times and I know that sometimes fantasy is way better than reality. This wasn’t exactly how I envisioned it but it wasn’t bad either. In fact, it was awesome. The more I moaned and screamed and begged the harder he fucked me. He’d pin my wrists down and slam in deep and bite my shoulder.
“Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a little whore!” that time me calling him “Daddy” registered.
“This what you wanted Ali? Daddy fucking cock?” he had lust in his eyes but a smile on his lips.
“Oh yes Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!”
He was rough, rougher than I would have ever thought he would be and I loved it. He also started saying some of the filthiest things to me and I was cumming hard! It wasn’t much longer before he too was about to cum. He made like he was about to pull out and I stopped him, telling him to finish inside me. I wanted to feel him shoot it deep and locked my legs around his waist. He didn’t resist one bit and thrust in hard as he exploded his load.
After that first time we just kind of laid in his bed talking about things. I confessed to him that I have had sexual fantasies about him since I was 15 and how it would always get me off calling him Daddy. I think I tried to diminish it by telling him that I also liked to call a few older guys Daddy when we had sex and honestly I think that made it OK to him. I didn’t tell him though that one main reason I Liked older men was because I secretly wanted him.
He admitted that he found the pair of panties I left at his house once and even though he tried not to, when he fucked Miranda sometimes he would think of me and those panties. He even still had them.
We came to the agreement that we would be FWB and I could even call him Daddy when we have sex as he admitted to liking that even before I did it.
As predicted it snowed pretty heavily and my parents I was going to sleep over. This wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary and they were actually glad that I wouldn’t be out in the weather. By the time he dropped me off the next morning we had fucked three more times and several times since then. It's been really interesting getting to know, and to share, our different sexual interests.
If you have read any of my other blog posts, it’s pretty obvious that I have a pretty serious sexual attraction to the Birth Daddy….very intense, very kinky thoughts. I’m not one to use emotional distress to manipulate anyone to do anything so I made the decision to kind of suppress my sexual urges towards him while I help him get over her. It wasn’t easy and I would usually, after spending all day with him, end up fucking myself into a stupor.
Last week he seemed a lot better off. No more wanting to just be alone or spending too much time in bed. As fate would have it we had a pretty good snow storm come through the area last week and not only was school cancelled but because of expected road conditions his work was closed as well. He picked me up before the real heavy stuff started to hit and I knew there was a chance we could get stuck at his house….I was totally OK with that.
We watched a movie called “Mini’s First Time” and in this movie a teenage girl tries being an e***** for excitement. Well one of the men she gets with ends up being her own step-father. Watching this with him sitting right next to me made me really, really wet and I thought I saw him getting kind of hard. Maybe it was wishful thinking. I was wearing yoga pants and I was actually worrying that I was so wet that it would show through.
After the movie we started talking about things. His relationship. My relationship. Sex. Oh wow, I was actually talking about sex with the man I have had some pretty intense sexual fantasies about….one that was my biological father. I revealed to him my thoughts about monogamy. I kind of hinted about how I liked to hook-up with different men and even about how I LOVE dirty talk during sex.
“Maybe I just need to find a woman for sex.” He muttered and my eye felt like they snapped open.
“Like a fuck buddy? A friends with benefit?” I offered.
“Pretty much, Yeah. Miranda and I had a pretty healthy sex life and I’m certainly not looking to actually date anyone just yet.”
“Maybe you need a younger girl. One that knows hooking up with an older guy is not only fun but it’s just for fun.”
“Well unfortunately I don’t have any friends like that.” He seemed a bit uncomfortable.
“We’re friends, aren’t we?” I was making my move. I was nervous as fuck as well.
“Of course we are….” His voice kind of faded as his brain no doubt put the hints together. I put my hand on his thigh really, really close to his cock. “Ali, you’re not suggesting that we. You know?”
“Fuck? Why shouldn’t we? I mean we’re both recently single and you seem to need it as much as I do.”
“Um….” He has never once made the claim to be my father and that was obviously the pink elephant in the room that he didn’t really want to acknowledge out loud. This time I knew there was a bulge in his pants and I knew this because I had my hand on it.
I explained to him that for the first 15 years of my life he was just some nameless, faceless guy that knocked up some girl. He hadn’t raised me and that was in no way his fault but when asked who my father was I would say it was my adoptive father. I straddled his lap and felt his bulge against my butt.
“Be 100% honest, do you think of me as your daughter?”
“Well no.”
“Do you think I’m attractive? Am I sexy?” I could seriously feel his dick starting to throb.
“Very?”
“Have you ever thought about me sexually? Be honest.” My pussy was on fire.
“Yes.” I started grinding against him at that point.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He didn’t say yes or no. instead we starting kissing. We kissed in that way you kiss someone when you know you’re gonna fuck them. Out tongues swirled together and I ground my ass down against his cock harder. His hands latched on to my butt and kind of guided me as I did it for a bit then he started to lift my shirt up. I pulled away long enough to pull it off completely followed by my bra. He stared at my tits for a few moments before sucking on my nipples.
My pussy was so wet and all I wanted was to get his hard cock out and have it inside me. Mouth, pussy, even my ass. I didn’t care. I had been fantasizing about this man and his cock for 3 years and now I was going to get what I really wanted.
Eventually we decided to go to his bedroom and the thought of getting fucked on the same bed that he had fucked his ex-gf in so many times thrilled me but as we both stood up I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. For the first time I was looking at the dick that made me.
I’d love to say that he is the biggest I have ever seen but that’s not the case. He’s not small by any means either. I’d say above average with a nice thick shaft and an ever thicker head that was already seeping pre-cum. I moaned and took him in my mouth completely.
I love it when a guy just takes control and thankfully he was that kind of guy. He started moaning and kind of fucking my mouth, gently at first but soon he had his hand on my head and he was getting more and more intense. I was furiously rubbing my needy lil cunt through my yoga pants, thankful that I just shaved that very morning. Soon I was slobbing up and down his cock and I was starting to become a sloppy mess.
“Fuck me! Now!” I growled and he pulled out and lifted me up and carried me to his room and dropped me onto the bed. My pants were quickly pulled off and he stared at me in me in just my thong, admiring the view and stroking his cock.
“Fuck that is hot.” He moaned watching me pull my thong aside and showing him my wet, hairless pussy.
“Come fuck me Daddy, fuck my little cunt.” Now I don’t know if me calling him Daddy went unheard or not. I have never called him that (that he knows about) even when I was fully clothed and now I was damn near naked and he was about to sink his cock into me for the first time and didn’t seemed phased by being called that.
“How do you want it Ali?” he was on top of me, kissing, his cock pressed up against my slit.
“Hard! Deep! Rough!” and that was what he did! He shoved his entire cock into me in one hard push. I was so wet and so ready but it still made me gasp.
I’ve fantasized about this so many times and I know that sometimes fantasy is way better than reality. This wasn’t exactly how I envisioned it but it wasn’t bad either. In fact, it was awesome. The more I moaned and screamed and begged the harder he fucked me. He’d pin my wrists down and slam in deep and bite my shoulder.
“Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a little whore!” that time me calling him “Daddy” registered.
“This what you wanted Ali? Daddy fucking cock?” he had lust in his eyes but a smile on his lips.
“Oh yes Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!”
He was rough, rougher than I would have ever thought he would be and I loved it. He also started saying some of the filthiest things to me and I was cumming hard! It wasn’t much longer before he too was about to cum. He made like he was about to pull out and I stopped him, telling him to finish inside me. I wanted to feel him shoot it deep and locked my legs around his waist. He didn’t resist one bit and thrust in hard as he exploded his load.
After that first time we just kind of laid in his bed talking about things. I confessed to him that I have had sexual fantasies about him since I was 15 and how it would always get me off calling him Daddy. I think I tried to diminish it by telling him that I also liked to call a few older guys Daddy when we had sex and honestly I think that made it OK to him. I didn’t tell him though that one main reason I Liked older men was because I secretly wanted him.
He admitted that he found the pair of panties I left at his house once and even though he tried not to, when he fucked Miranda sometimes he would think of me and those panties. He even still had them.
We came to the agreement that we would be FWB and I could even call him Daddy when we have sex as he admitted to liking that even before I did it.
As predicted it snowed pretty heavily and my parents I was going to sleep over. This wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary and they were actually glad that I wouldn’t be out in the weather. By the time he dropped me off the next morning we had fucked three more times and several times since then. It's been really interesting getting to know, and to share, our different sexual interests.
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