Call me Im Just a lil nympho
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Someone, normally female, that eats, breathes, & lives for sex. She dreams about it, often playing it over so much in her mind that something she has never tried can be exceptional the first time done with another person. She is insatiable & always ready to play but that does not always make her a slut or whore, for she can be picky in her selection.
Omg thats totally me. Now call me pervert! Now!!!
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Pleasing daddy hard: A true story of incest with daddy.
I masterminded a fail-safe plan tonight and that plan was to trick my father into banging me senseless. I had my advantages and my disadvantages being the sole blonde teenage bombshell daughter of Mr. R. My own disadvantages were the possibilities that my own father might not be interested in me like every other boys and men outside the house was, or the risk that this impending act might be so bad that it would blind him from my irresistible seduction.
I was a seamless, tall girl of about nineteen years old, blessed with the deepest green eyes one could ever ask for – “killer eyes of a devil!” some of the townsfolk had exclaimed. Because this night was a special one, I had chose to wear a silk teddy with nothing else underneath.
No panties, no bras, no bullshit.
Standing behind a corner, I peeked atmy father, who was slouched on a leather couch of the living room and watching the news on T.V., wanting so bad to have him, wanting so bad to please him. My father is a handsome and successful Wall Street lawyer in his early forties, dark-haired, toned with fine muscles, (he was also shirtless so you could see his naked chest) and had the sexiest lawyer voice, too. Oo-la-la, what a papa to have. Unlike my father, Bailey got my lavished blonde hair from my mother’s side . . .
Ah, Mother, I thought, smiling sinfully, I almost forgot about you. It’s a good thing you’re out of state, visiting Grandma, or else I had to seduce and fuck Dad right in front of you. It’s a very good thing you’re not here.
I felt prepared tonight. Hornier than ever.My hair was a rigorous, wild blonde with strands curling as far to my appealing butt. Sweat was starting to break out under my gown. I even felt a warm bead trickling down between my round breasts, trickling down to my naval. One more bead of sweat trickled down from the nape of my neck to the crack of my ass. I thought of my butt with infinite pride and wondered what Dad would do if I sat on his face. All the men in town could never resist ogling at the perfect shape of my ass, amazed at how those buns stretched in my usual taut jean short and how those toned thighs flexed as I bend over to tie my shoe.
Those were some of my advantages.
His presence here in their huge Georgian mansion was so rare that his firm seemed to be his second home. If Mother was here, she would be crawling all over him right now, jabbering and talking his head off about this and that and whatever other boring shit. But she wasn’t here and inside this tremendous mansion, with the housekeeper off-shift, it was just father and daughter.
“Daddy?” I called out, stepping into the living room, like an innocent wanderer. “Hey, there you are. I thought you were already sleeping.”
Her father looked a tme with those suave eyes of his, momentarily sneaking a look at my gown, and greeted me with a charming smile. “No, just watching the news.”
“Anything interesting.”
“Hardly ever anything interesting on the news, babe.”
I was appalled to hear what my father just said to me. I found this the perfect chance and time to initiate the plan. So I walked over and stopped in front of him, blocking his vision on the television screen and crossing my arms in a mischievous, seductive manner. “What did you just call me?”
His attention with the television faltered as his eyes fell on me. “Mmm?”
“Don’t ‘mmm’ me, I know what you just called me.” I lowered to my knees and crawled toward him, pausing right before his opened poise. “So you think I’m a babe? Tell me the truth, do you?”
“Of course I do, sweetie,” he replied, smiling composedly. “Doesn’t everyone?”
Hoisting my chest and pulling closer to his crotch, I flashed him a roguish, playful smile. “Yes, but isn’t it a little naughty to flirt with your own daughter?”
Then Mr. Cummings’s smile dropped to what seemed to be subtle alarm. “Whoa, I don’t think I was-”
“Oh, but you were. It was in your subconscious.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means everything without the conscious knowing. I think you want me and you don’t even know it.”
Call me for more of what happen next. `
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