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Something my Daddy wrote for me and wanted me to post here too...
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You met my wife through a hookup website. It took a lot of chats and messages, even an interview over lunch, but she’s sure you’re the one now. You are going to be a birthday present for me.
You arrive after lunch for your make-over. There is a bit of awkward small-talk, then you proceed to the bathroom. She watches as you strip in front of her. You can feel her eyes assessing you as you lather and shave your face. Your back is to her as you shave, but you can see her in the mirror. She approaches from behind and squeezes your ass cheeks. “Such an adorable little tush! He’s going to love this!” Your cock begins to stiffen. She reaches in front and squeezes you hard. “He’s going to love this too!”
Face done, you proceed to shave your legs. She engages you in small talk, discussing lingerie, shaving and makeup. You sit on the edge of the tub in front of her, one leg raised, exposing yourself. She comments again on your body. “I’m so jealous. You are so slender and firm. You better be prepared to spend the weekend! You won’t get a minute’s rest. Once he sets eyes on you, he’s going to want to use you around the clock.”
Next comes the groin. You have to grab and stretch your cock to shave properly, and it becomes hard of course. You fondle yourself a bit, and she slaps your hand. “Save that for Daddy,” she admonishes with a smile. Soon, your groin and balls are perfectly smooth. She takes your junk in her hands to inspect. She fondles your balls, and her hand slides over your slippery cock. Her hand slides back over your cock, then back and forth a few more times. “Missed a spot,” she chides. She takes the razor and pulls your cock up, and removes a few bristles.
I’d better do the next part she says. She instructs you to lay on your back on a towel on the floor. Your hands pull your knees up to your chest. Suddenly, you feel her finger press against your anus. Her finger enters just a bit. “Oh, so pink and tight! You’re going to be the perfect toy for Daddy! Your eyes close and your mouth opens. Your cock is rigid against your stomach, and you ache for more. “If he takes you missionary like this, remember to grab his ass hard. If he, I mean, WHEN HE, takes your doggy, push your ass back each time he pounds your, but not too hard. He doesn’t like a bucking bronco. Scream when you cum, and tell him you love, and you love his cock. When he cums, squeeze that little pink puckerhole tight and show Daddy you love him.”
Your cock is already beginning to leak a few drops of glistening pre-cum onto your stomach, but she removes her finger and begins to lather your ass. In minutes, you are baby smooth. “Shower now, and get nice and clean.” She winks,”Inside and out.” She leaves you to bathe.
You enter the shower and begin to scrub. You know you shouldn’t, but you have to clean your junk. You have to touch your cock. You’re super-horny, and if you cum now, it just means you’ll last longer when Daddy works you. It’s actually a good thing. Your soapy fist closes around your stiff cock. So good. Your eyes shut in ecstasy as you pump your fist.
You actually jump when the shower curtain flies open. “I thought so,” she says. She is nude, one hand on her hip, the other holding the curtain open. Big pink nipples set inside brown areolas hang at the end of her udders. Her belly creases over the top of her smooth pubic mound, which contains just a bit of a cleft at the bottom. She grins wickedly. “Wait till Daddy gets home. I told you to save that for him. You have an issue with impulse control. I knew you did. And Daddy will fix that.” She steps into the shower. “I’m going to watch while your shower.”
Chastened, you continue scrubbing yourself. When you are done, she washes herself. Rivulets cascade down her curvy body. You stand at the end of the tub, out of the stream of water, and a bit chilly. When she is done, the two of you exit, and towel off.
In the bedroom, she begins the makeup. Foundation, lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara. She lets you look into the mirror, and you see, instead of yourself, a young lady. She places a drop of perfume behind each ear. She instructs you to bend over, and another drop goes on your taint. “Now, ready to get you dressed.” You see a white dress and undergarments on the bed. She picks up a pink ribbon and ties it around your cock and balls. “There, now you’re dressed for Daddy,” she laughs. “But maybe we should wrap the present first.” You put on a white thong over your ribbon. Then white stockings with lacy tops. You start to put on an A-cup bra when she says, “Wait!” She places a bit of lipstick on each nipple. “Now you’re ready,” she says. She has to help hook the bra. Next comes the white mini-dress. So tight, she has to zip you up. When she’s done, you can’t help but admire your feminine curves, and how the dress shows the lines of your thong beneath.
She dresses next. Just like you, only in black. Her dress shows womanly curves, and her cleavage spills from the top. You both put on slut heels. She laughs at your awkwardness. “You need some instruction,” she says. The next hours are occupied by learning how to walk in the heels, how to sway your hips. Then, a few dance pointers. Finally, a quick bartending lesson. “Glenlivet, double shot neat, with one ice cube.”
Finally, she takes you to the bathroom. “Wait here,” she instructs. “When he comes home, I’ll present you.” You sit alone in the bathroom, excited, nervous. You hear a car, a garage door. You hear a door slam, muffled voices. Then the bathroom door opens. She holds out her hand and smiles. “Come along dear. It’s time to give Daddy his present.”
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Posted on : Mar 19, 2016
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