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Suede0989
I had a very long day
The first thing I do after a long day is change my clothes
Why don’t you start unwinding for Daddy?
Get out of your clothes for me.
The daddy role comes out of me, second-nature, like breathing, something I don’t have to think about—I justamthis man who thrives inside this role of pseudo-fatherhood. I find myself starting a scene withDaddysGirl, and she leans into it like she needs this the way I do. Biblically.
DaddysGirl
Yes, Daddy
DaddysGirl has sent an image. Do you accept?
I’ve never clicked so fucking fast.
I reach into my pants and find my cock stiff and hot as I blink at the image of her clothing in a pile on the ground, and in the edge of the photo, white toenails.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, twisting my grip as I stroke up and down my cock, dreaming of those toes kneading my balls. I look at her clothes again, spotting a white pair of pantieswadded up, a white bra, and what looks like a dress at the bottom of the crumpled pile. A dress the same color as the navy blue in the Bluebell Bruisers school colors. We’re navy and gold, but her dress is the same navy hue. For a fleeting moment, there’s a little flip of excitement in my chest when I consider that maybeDaddysGirlteaches at Bluebell High… but that’s a longshot and a very slim chance, and before I lose myself in that idea, she sends another picture.
DaddysGirl has sent an image. Do you accept?
Before I click accept, she sends another message.
DaddysGirl
You were right, I feel much better in nothing but my birthday suit. Such a smart, helpful daddy you are.
Birthday suit. My mouth goes dry. Up until ten seconds ago, I’d never seen her. Now I’ve seen her toes, and my mouth is so full of saliva and my cock is so hard, I’m fucking sure she’s a killer. A total fucking knock out.
Still, a sliver of reservation slips down my spine as I click accept.
The image appears, and I slip the laptop off my legs, onto the couch cushion next to me. I can’t stop stroking. The photo is… “Oh my sweet fucking girl,” I growl aloud, my arm tired from how quick my pumps have grown, how sloppy they’ve gotten, how urgently I need to come out of nowhere.
The photo is cropped at her collarbone, keeping her face and any identifiable features about who she is totally hidden from me. But her body is completely naked, and on display in the reflection of a tall mirror. One palm is pressed to the mirror, and the other is holding her phone at the top of theframe to capture all of herself. My eyes roam over the image a few times before I realize that these messages disappear.
I don’t ask her permission, but I get my phone off the charger in the kitchen and take a photo of my screen, ensuring I have the photo of her naked body long afterVeiledtakes it back.
With my cock standing straight up, tipped against my belly, I reach over to the computer, and type out a message to buy me time. Time that allows me tofinish.
Suede0989
You’ve got a beautiful body, babygirl.
One that shouldn’t be shared with anyone but a loving daddy.
After spitting into my palm, I return to my dick, making shallow, quick strokes with my fist. I can’t stop looking at her tits, natural and big, the areolas perfect golden sand dollars, giving way to pinched, pink tips, made hard and achy with need. Goose bumps spread over the velvet soft skin on her belly, and the pinch of her hips blooming into a full waist dizzies me. I stroke myself a few more times, envisioning my hands sunk into her soft flesh. I blink at her growing curves and sultry fullness; everything about her body is perfect.
I think about those tits in a tiny white top, and how it would feel to lift the hem of her shirt to expose her. Full, heavy, maternal breasts spilling out, my hands collecting them, my mouth capturing her pleased moans. I envision rutting my hips between those thick spread thighs, flooding her pussy with my cum, putting my baby inside of her as I nip at her breasts and tell her how well she’s taking Daddy.
The fantasies and sexual tension hit as I’m tugging my balls and jacking my cock, head thrown back, eyes closed. The first wild spray of release coats my chest, with the nextfew painting my belly and groin, dripping onto my thighs, down my balls.
One nude had me coming all over myself in less than two minutes.
I’m not proud, but this is the moment where anonymity works for me. I know I’m an impatient horn dog daddy, butDaddysGirldoesn’t.
