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Crime and (my) Punishment…

Crime and (my) Punishment…

I put on my teeny tiny skin tight black shorts to go to the shops with my man.

(A little background might be needed here: the above mentioned item is probably the most talked about piece of clothing when fucking each other!)

He clocks my ass with appreciation as I walk past, but then immediately raises his eyebrows and then furrows them slightly.

“You are not going out with those on!” (Ooh just like a strict daddy!)

“Yes I am!” I say determinedly. It’s hot for once in this rainy climate and I know I look ok.

“Those are for bedroom use only!” he says sternly. (Ooh again!) I bat my eyelashes and nearly know I’m going to get my own way…

“Just this once! I won’t do it again!”

He mutters something about Lara Croft as I skip gaily down the stairs.

Well I don’t have Lara’s breasts – but I was wearing a push up bra and I’ve been very physically active lately – so feeling toned and strong and of course my ass – is it’s usual voluptuous self – so maybe I could be an action girl for the next half hour or so…

Anyway, that night – I’m not really expecting anything to happen as we fucked the two previous nights and needed to catch up on sleep… In fact I’d even begun to drift off.

But then I feel a firm hand playing with my ass cheeks and a whisper in my ear:

“Where’s the condom?” My immediate answer is to get said condom. His urgency in fucking quickly makes me eager for his big hard cock, which I can just about make out in the darkness.

I widen my legs and hold my wet lips open to let him in. He feels just too sweet inside of me. His fist presses against my ribs and then the idea of punishment makes my pussy flush with heat.

“Are you punishing me for wearing those shorts outside?”

“Yes I am!” he whispers as he pounds hard into me. I feel so deliciously naughty and take my dues like the very bad girl that I am.

He squeezes my throat, he warns me with the flat of his hand on my cheek – but he doesn’t slap my face – he doesn’t need to – his hard cock, his body pressing down on mine and some fingers pinching my nipple gently and sometimes not so gently – tell me who’s in control.

It all too soon sends me over the edge… and again… and again…and again…

 

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Cum covered cock…

What I wore to entice him… (Those splashes are from toothpaste not cum ; ))

 

We’d joked that ‘you’re only as good as your last fuck!’

…and after the last session I’d gushed that ‘it was one of the most amazing fucks of my life.’

It wasn’t really kinky or anything – just extremely pleasurable both physically and psychologically. He just felt a little bit too big for me and I kept orgasming for ‘Daddy.’

Anyway – enough said of that one. This next time it was also good. Not the best ever – but still delicious.

I had two orgasms which seemed to feel enough and then we just lay still for a time – him on top of me… I had this amazing sense of the merging of our souls… It felt expansively beautiful, but at the same time incredibly sad… because we could never actually become one…

Then he got up and said we had lots of stuff to be getting on with.

“But don’t you want to cum?” I asked.

“We’ve got lots to do!”

“Oh please cum now…” I pretty much begged.

“We can carry on later!”

“I’ll push all the right buttons – it won’t take long!”

Five minutes later, he’s rubbing his cock, kneeling over me with his balls in my face. My tongue is busy licking them and diving into his arsehole every now and again – trying to get as high up as I can….

Then he spurts his load all over my breasts and tummy and shoulders and bedclothes.

He laughs at my surprised moan when I feel the hot liquid on my skin… He moves back and sticks his cum covered cock into my now tiring mouth…

Of course I lick it all clean like the very good girl that I am…

 

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Oh DADDY!

Stockings are more in your face… These are my bed socks…

I’m not sure anything is going to happen… But the kids are out!

I’m feeling a little frumpy and of course I know what he likes, so I go and change out of my tracksuit bottoms…

Stockings or tights? I opt for tights – I don’t feel like being too obvious. Just in case he isn’t up for it…

So one fairly conservative, but tight cotton knit dress later, I go downstairs ‘all innocent like’ and do some catch up on the computer…

He doesn’t seem to notice what I’m wearing. I ask him for a little technical advice and after 5 minutes he says,

“Well you’re all dressed up! Get up them stairs!”

“Really?” I ask (probably with my tongue out and panting)

“Really!” he almost tuts.

I’m upstairs pretty quick. He arrives soon after and  begins to slide his belt off. (I love that sound!!)

“Assume the position!” I assume.

“Stick your ass out more!” I stick out for all I’m worth. What follows is some delicious whipping with the belt. I nearly have to ask him to stop… But then mid whip he collapses next to me.

“Argh!!” he’s giggling in pain.

“The…belt…just…hit…me…on the head of the penis….It’s soooooo sore! I joined in the giggling and offered to kiss it better. Suddenly, he becomes sultry serious again.

“Get your clothes off!’ I strip quickly and dive under the covers (it’s cold!) He takes off his trousers and boxers. I lean across to lick his balls. He soon gets rock hard… Too hard for the condom! So I lay off…

“Spread em!” I open my legs wide. It’s lovely doing this in daylight. I can see his face and he can see mine – Eyes and mouth wide open with the anticipation and pleasure of fitting him in…

“It’s not all in yet!” he says pushing all the way to the base, which never fails to emit a gasp from me.

When it’s night and the kids are hopefully asleep, he very rarely talks dirty to me. Now we have the place to ourselves – its a different story…

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?”

“Oh, yes… Yes!… I am…. Ah, ah, ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

“Good girl! what a good girl you are! Are you gonna cum again for daddy?

“Oh yes, yes I am… Ah…Ah… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…. Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Normally, he clamps his hand over my mouth when little ears might hear – but now he lets me scream my fill…

For some reason one of my orgasm cries finishes with ‘You fucking bastard!’

His legs are troubling him at the moment, so he withdraws… I get his wank cloth and he self pleasures… I lick his nipples… I go down to his balls.

“Are you licking daddy’s sweaty balls?”

“Mmmm, yes I am.”

“What a good girl.” I stick my ass up into the air provocatively for him to see. He plays with my nipples… Then my tongue gets to his arsehole…

“Are you licking daddy’s dirty arsehole?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Tell me what you’re doing!”

“I’m licking daddy’s dirty arsehole.”

“Good girl! What a good girl to clean daddy’s dirty arsehole!”

My mouth and tongue are numb when he cums, but it’s worth it… The sheets under my pussy are soaking with my wetness…

 

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Looks like I’m in Daddy’s bad books… I can’t wait…

Can't wait!

The wank cloth had been used the night before and I could feel him pushing my head down to his cock which he was stroking rather vigorously.

I willingly complied, gently scratching and pinching his balls into the bargain. He felt fit to burst and after about a minute of me using my tongue in one of the best ways I know how, some sticky liquid was filling my throat and spilling down my chin.

Not 5 minutes earlier I was in that delicious state called orgasm myself – still incredibly turned on – thinking of some naughty thoughts which I will expand on…

Usually during fucking, I don’t think of anything else apart from what I/we are doing. The here and now and the physical sensations are what do it for me. Sometimes I’m just orgasming because it feels so good – not necessarily because I’m turned on…

Last night I was incredibly turned on throughout my pounding and grinding for three climaxes…

I was thinking about something, which in real life would be the worst turn off in the world for me…

I was imagining that my husband was my daddy and I was his special little girl and he was showing me some really sweet loving…

The thought of having sex with my real father would be unthinkable and definitely not a turn on.. I have never been abused by a man (against my true will!) so maybe I allow such visualizing to be present because it doesn’t cause me any emotional pain. I want to apologize to you big time if you are reading this and it’s offending you.  The idea must be appalling for anyone who has experienced sexual abuse from a male relative.

I was thinking about not posting this because of the possible offence it could cause – but then its a big part of my sexual psyche at the moment…So it belongs here… I keep thinking about it… Even now it makes me wet and horny…

He says he’s going to make me ‘suffer’ later… Looks like I’m in Daddy’s bad books… I can’t wait…

 

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