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practice makes perfect

July 11, 2007

as from the last post, you can see how well my little sweetpea treats me. she is such a doll, daddy’s little fuckdoll.

after we first met, she brought up how she wanted to learn how to suck cock. how did she put it to me “i want to be the best cocksucker daddy has ever had. will you teach me?” well, how could i turn down a request to education such an eager student.

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i can still see her the first time she blew me. sweetpea eargerly snatched my cock from my jeans. tugging at it, getting it hard. slurping and licking up and down the shaft, but barely taking the head in her mouth. i watched as her head bobbed up and down on me. gagging as she suddenly tried to take all of me down her throat. her tongue barely moved and instead of nibbling on my cock, it was as if she was chewing on my dick. she was taken off gaurd how hard i came in her mouth, shooting down her throat and she choked on it a little. she wasn’t the best, but she showed a lot of potentional and an eargerness i have not seen in many girls. since then she has listened and done just as i have instructed her. she is well on her way to be the best little cocksucker daddy has ever experienced.

now i love to watch her kneel before me as she teases me hard with her nails grazing my thighs and kisses up my shaft. her tongue flicking and dancing over my taut flesh. i feel her soft hands cup my sac, gently massaging my balls back and forth. lingering licks make my cock glisten in the light of the room. just as i tease her pussy by slowly easing my cock in, she teases her lips down the length of my dick. her tongue washing over every inch. her hands work both the lower part of my cock and my balls. i wink at her and she places her hands on my hips, only touching me with me mouth now. her teeth graze over the crown of my cockhead, it makes me shudder everytime she does that. finally she work my whole cock in her mouth. i can feel it enter her throat and while she can take it all down, it still makes her gag each time. it almost makes me come as i feel her throat constrict around my cock and hearing the choking sound. i grab her ears and hold her head so she can’t pull away. i hold it there feeling her muscles working until i see a tear run down her cheek. i pull my hands away to bursh her tears. she leans back but never very far. i watch as the viscuos spit from her throat strings from her lips to my penis. she catches her breath and then goes back to working on my cock, trying to suck the come out of me. her fingers sqeeze at my testes and a finger brushes against my asshole.

depending on my mood and how good she has been depends on whether i will come in her mouth or over her face. she loves to eat my come, to lick any drop that escapes the grip of her lips. so if she has been a good little sweetpea, she gets a mouthful to savor like a fine chocolate. if she has been a naughty sweetpea, i come all over her hair and face. letting my come run down her flesh, but not allowing her to taste any of me. not only next time after she has redeemed herself.

since then, she takes every oppurtunity she can to unbutton my jeans and suck my cock. and i never discourage her, but encourage such actions. and it can be anytime watching tv, driving out to a date, during a movie, or waking me up in the morning. if she keeps up this pace, she is going to spoil me for every other woman who tries to give me a blowjob. it is like i have told her from that first blowjob, practice makes perfect.

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Shhh Daddy sleeps

July 6, 2007

i am being very sneaky since Daddy is fast asleep. i plan on surprising him when he wakes up for work with a nice blowjob because i have seen how hard he gets in the morning. he has the kind of cock that a girl would love to gag on and he enjoys it more when i gag and my eyes water. i love leaving my slutty red lip stick around his cock. that way he will go to work with a bit of me on him.

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daddy’s little sweetpea – part 3

July 3, 2007

i collapse next to my little baby fuckdoll, my precious sweetpea. i can feel our breath and hearbeats begin to slow down and almost sync with one another.

i glance over at the clock and see how late it is. “come on honeybuns, we need to get cleaned up” i tell her.

“but” i hear her start in protest.

“don’t give me any shit sweetpea; not now, we have reservations for dinner and need to get cleaned up.”

i look down and soak up the image of her cum stained body. some still wet and sticky, some on her thighs and tummy dried. the smell in the room is intoxicating, but know we need to have an ounce of decorum in public. so both of us protesting we get into the steaming shower.

i memorized each part of her body as i lather my hands and gently wash off our exploits from the day so far. washing and feeling her tits to the point of getting her aroused again. washing off her pretty smooth cunt. taking my time feeling the handfulls of hair as i wash her hair for me. then she starts to wash me. being sure to find every crevise on my body. there is something so erotic about grooming one another, as if to further learn more about the other.

once out i help her pick out her outfit for the evening. a low-cut blouse, push up bra, a modest skirt not too short, but nothing past her knees, pink lacy panties, black thigh-high stocking and some smoking heels. i watch her as she gets dressed. and she doesn’t mearly get dressed, but puts on a show for me. i swear the little bitch knows how to fuck with my mind more then any other women. she knows we don’t have time to stop and fuck, but she will remind me of what is waiting; of what she has.

that is ok – it can work both ways and i have my own ideas to pay her back for this little show. i smirk just thinking about my lovely little sweetpea.

as a finishing touch I ask her to put her hair in pig tails, i brought some pink ribbons to top it all off. god damn, as much as i want to bend her over and fuck my little sweetpea right here and now, i also want to show her off. she is daddy beautiful, sexy, little sweetpea.

we head down the lobby and pick up a cab.

as soon as we get in the backseat, she swings her legs over mine. half sitting on my lap and half sitting on the seat. as she plays with my hair she is also blowing kisses to the handsome forgeiner driving the cab. i watch his eyes as they dart back and forth from her to me. i watch as she licks her lips in her seductive way and then runs her tongue over my ear, breathing deeply.

“daddy where are we going for dinner?” she asks in a coy tone of voice.

i can only smile as i see his expression drop into shock or it is amazment.

“well sweetpea, you have been a good little girl so far today, so someplace special” i respond as i turn and kiss her on her full, red lips. my hand slips up her skirt and feels her crotch. her panties are damp already. i watch as her eyes close and a quiet groan espaces from her parted lips. her heads falls on my shoulder.

the driver barely keeps his eyes on the road, but thankfully the trip is quick and we arrive in a few minutes.

i reserved a semi-private table. i like to show off my little girl and see the reactions of the other men and their dates or wives.

the wine and appetizers arrive. at first the waiter gave us no notice, just going about doing his job. but after catching us during a couple of deep kisses and fumbling gropes, he starts to give us the odd look and disapproving eye roll. the table caddy corner to us sits an older couple. while the lady seems disgusted and refuses to look over at us since the fist glance, the man cannot keep his eyes off of us. truthfully he can’t keep his eyes off of sweetpea. every now and again i watch and chuckle as his wife catches him and slaps his arm and scolds him.

i lean over to my little lover and whisper in her ear, ending my sentence with a flick of my tongue and a deep hot breath in her ear. i turn my head towards her and see her biting her lips with those dark pouty eyes. she slides out of her seat and disappears for several minutes.

when she gets back she has a smile on her face and flush look on her exposed chest. i watch the old man still watching us intently. i watch them just as close, my concentration broken my the squeeze of her hand on the crotch of my pants. i look down to see her pretty, pink lacy panties in her hand. i reach down, envolpe her hand and sqeezing hers a little harder down on my stiff cock.

“excuse me for a minute, i need to use the restroom darling”

“ok daddy” shes says loud enough where the older couple both turn their heads and look over at us. both of them with blank, glazed looks on their faces.

i get up and start to walk towards the restroom. i pull my hand from my jacket pocket and can smell the hint of her sex on my fingers. at the same time i can feel my cock stiffen. i quickly put my hand in my slacks pocket and hold my cock against my thigh. as proud as i am of my cock, this is not the place to be showing off, or is it?

i get in the restroom and none too soon as I can feel my cock harden to its fullness. i enter and stall, lock the door and unzip my pants. i take her panties out of my pocket and bring them up to my face and inhale deeply and start to stroke myself. i close my eyes, smelling her sweet little pussy and thinking back to watching her bring herself to her orgasm. thinking about the orgasm i told her to go and have in the bathroom. the panties are slightly sticky and smell like heaven. i jerk harder, the only thing i want right now is to come. i can feel my balls boil and tighen crawl up in me. i rub my fingers over the soft cotton crotch of her panties, yanking them up to my nose, inhaling deeply as i wrap her panties around my cock. stroking it with the soft feel of the silk. with a silent groan i come in her panties. i look down and can’t tell which wet spot is hers or mine. i clean myself off with them and put them back in my pocket.

i flush the john and open the door to see the old man standing at a urinal. lost in my own fantasy world i don’t even hear as he entered the room. i wash my hands, and start to dry them as he comes over and does the same. general stupid small talk is made. with an evil grin on my face, i bump into him stuffing the come cover panties into his suite pocket.

i exit the restroom and head back to the table. i slide back in next to my little honeybuns. grinning my wicked grin at her. she smiles a confused smile at me. enteries are there so we start to eat dinner. she keeps on nudging me as to what was going on, but i don’t let on. every now and again, my hand drifts under the table and under her skirt to feel her dripping pussy. i wiggle my finger up and down her slit making her even more wet and her eyes close.

as we order desert, the old couple gets up to leave. before they do, the old man approaches our table leaning over and whispering to us

“thank you. you have made a dirty old man very happy tonight” and he leaves with his wife. her giving him a disapproving look all the way out the door.

i look over and smile at her and her hand dips into my pocket. then with a wicked grin of her own, she asks “you didn’t?”

“i did” with a double-wicked grin.

as we get up to leave after desert i have my hand on the small of her back, escorting her out. i look down to see the wet spot on her skirt from where she was sitting. just when i thought i couldn’t smile any bigger, i do.

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daddy’s little sweetpea – part two

June 30, 2007

if you haven’t read it yet, you can find part one below.

i watched as she tried to take all of my hard cock down in her mouth. i felt it hit the back of her throat and the slight gag. i watched as she pulled some of me out of her mouth only to try and take it all again. she looked up at me with a look of frustration and worry.

“don’t worry sweetpea, it takes time to learn how to deep throat a big cock” i reassured her “the more practice we give you the better you will get. she smiles and continues working at me.

her small hand jerked at my base as she continued to work on my cock head. she slides her mouth off of me and looks up at me with those big dark eyes, still tugging at my hardness.

“daddy, can i watch you squirt tonight? i just love watching your juice squirt out of you”

“why yes you can sweetpea, but you have to promise to clean up the mess you make, ok?”

“don’t worry daddy i love the taste of your baby juice”

she stares intently at my cock and she tightens her grip and jerks me a little faster.

“sweetpea, take your other hand and feel daddy’s balls. it will help him make him squirt harder for you”

her hand gently reaches up and plays with my balls. watching her watch my cock is almost too much for me to handle any more. her little fingers smear my precum over the head of my cock making not only it glisten, but her fingers also. sticky strings of precum gluing us together.

“uuuuunnnnnnnn” escapes from my mouth as she suddenly looks up at me

“am i doing it wrong” she asks

my words are barely audible, ragged, and hardly make sense

“no, shit, keep jerk me off sweetpea. make come daddy” there is no holding back as i watch her eyes drift back to staring at my cock, just in time to watch me squirt all over my stomache. the smile on her face grows each time i come. with each spurt she tugs upwards as if to make sure every drop is milked from my cock. my body twitches and jerks as i finish but she keeps on pulling.

i don’t have to say a word about her promise, i just watch her bend her head down and start to lap up each stream of come on my flesh, her hand never letting go of my cock. her tongue burning a trail across my body.

i sit up on the edge of the bed and stand her up. i unbutton her shirt so i can see and feel those tits of her.

“goodness princess, you are growing into such a beautiful girl. such lovely tits. the boys must like you and try and play with you.”

“yes they do. but i don’t let them, i know that i am daddy’s little girl and only daddy gets to play with me.”

i tug at her nipples, watching them grow. playing with her mounds of soft flesh. my mouth nibbles at each nipple, biting them until i feel them grow even harder. i slip my hands under her skirt, feeling their way up her legs and over her panties. a moan releases from her throat as my finger press between her legs against her pussy, her panties are soaked. my fingers finding their way under the elastic of her panties. i run my hands over the ass cheeks, grabbing and squeezing them.

“mmm – daddy’s little sweetpea is wet like a naughty slut gets. do you make yourself feel good thinking about daddy?”

this time it is her that can barely get the words out, i feel her knees tremble as she concentrates to keep standing my finger playing with her breasts and precious pussy.

“yes i do. i play with my little pussy thinking about you and how i can make you happy” her tone is quiet and dreamy sounding.

i slowly pull down her panties, pushing them down to her ankles with my foot. when she steps out of them, i pick them up and bring them up to my face. i bury my nose in them smelling her sweet young sex. i slip my tongue out tasting her come soaking the crotch. my other hand slowly runs back and forth between her lips. i watch as she closes her eyes and moans. her head falling back.

“lay down on the bed and show me how you play with yourself princess. show me how you make yourself happy when we talk on the phone. this time i want to watch you come for daddy”

i stand from the bed and lower her down. my cock has never softened after her blow/hand job. i pull a chair over so i can watch her. i want to see each fold of her sex and see each action of her fingers and reaction of her perfeclty smooth pussy.

at first she is hestitant, her hands sliding under her skirt and her legs barely spread, but already her breath is ragged and uneven.

“sweetpea, i can’t see. pull up your skirt and spread your legs. i want to watch you like you have watched me. it is only fair if you let daddy watch too”

her other hand tugs at the hem of her skirt as she raises up her ass pulling the skirt around her waist. her socking legs slowly spread so i can see her pretty pussy. it shines in the light. perfectly smooth as she promised she would shave clean for me.

her labia is swollen and flush with excitement. one finger is pushed up into her hole. as she pulls it out i can see a ring of her come around it. i start to jerk off watching her, listening to her. one finger turns into two fingers fucking her little cunt. her other hand finds her clit and begins grinding her fingers against it. i watch her chest heave as her breathing increases. i watch her suple white hips starting to buck against her hands. her ragged breath fades into moans, melting further into groans. she pulls her legs back and spreads them even further as goans are now morphing into squeals and whines. i stand up between her legs, looking down and watching her hands working her pussy into a froth.

“oh daddy, i want to come too. i feel so happy, i want to come for you”

i jerk even harder on my cock as i watch her. i close my eyes for a second and just listen to her. it was the sound of her coming that first pushed me over the edge like no one else has. mmm – i can hear she is so close now.

“oooo, uuuunnnn, FUCK! sweetpea i come again, with, come, damn, come with me my little sweetpea. come with daddy now”

i can hear her starting her orgasm. now i get to watch her coming. it is all overwhelming. i grab my balls wanting to sqeeze out every last drop of come i have left in me. i see her face scrunch up and a tear form in the corner of her eye. that is the living end for me. i cry out, moan and groan like i do when i come. i watch the cum fly from my cock and splash on her hands frantically working on her orgasm. i listen to her cry and moan as she hits hers. i watch her rubbing my come into that sweet smooth pussy. i watch as her head thrashes from side to side as the tears go from welling up to running down her face.

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daddy’s little sweetpea

June 29, 2007

we have chatted, talked on the phone, traded pictures, and text messaged for almost a year. we have traded sexual fanatsies over that time as well as so many other things. Finally I was headed to the state she lived for a conference. I wanted nothing more then to meet the woman that has crawled into and infested in my thoughts and dreams.

during the six hour flight i can do nothing but figet, trying to hide the hardon I have been carrying since we IM’ed back and forth setting up a time to meet. she is to pick me up at the airport, i will take her out to dinner, and then . . . .

in the airplane bathroom, i try and jerk off to release a little pressure, but it is useless. my hard cock won’t relent to my hand and naughty thoughts. it wants her more then it has wanted any of the little sluts i have had over the years. i i even have a couple of drinks, but it only seems to make matters worse.

i literally shove my way off the plane, it is all a little too much at this point. finally meeting her after all these months. i race out of the gate and look around to find her. as my eyes scan the crowd searching for her. I know her face, but other then that. . . i have to take a double-take suddenly, as i see her face, but – oh my god. i knew she was a tease and could push all boudaries, but this is almost too much for even me to take.

to set the scene for a moment if you please, I am older with a graying head of hair. she is 9 years my junior and with the way she is dressed she could be 19 years my junior. I can feel myself blush as she yells out “here I am daddy!” and runs up to me throwing her arms around me. before I can react, i feel her lips crushing against mine and her tongue exploring my mouth. i don’t think, but shove my tongue against hers.

as I open my eyes, i see many people staring at us. suddenly it hits me what they might be thinking. as i realize i reach behind her and grab her ass, squeezing it; feeling it for the first time. we break our embrase long enough for me to ask “how is daddy’s little sweetpea?” as our hands continue to explore one another, or at least as much as we can in public.

she is dressed up as the cliche little school girl; her hair in a pony tail, with knee high socks, a plaid skirt and a white shirt, but only with enough buttons to contain her massive tits. not one more then is needed and showing off her clevage. my poor cock that has been half hard just thinking about her voice is now fully hard and wanting to fuck the living shit out of her. as we walk out of the airport, we soak up each odd stare and disparaging comment – we live for them at this point.

at the baggage claim things escalate a little more. biting her lower lip she stares in my eyes and grabs my crotch quickly, just for a moment, but enough to make me almost cream my pants.

“mmm daddy brought me a present.?” it was both a question and a statement. the old lady next to just rolled her eyes in digust and walked away from us. at the same time i notice another man looking at us with curosrity. as i locked stares with him, i kissed her on the lips again, grabbing her ass and squeezing. “yes sweetpea i brought you a special present” saying it loud enough for people in prociminty to hear us.

in the taxi on the way to my hotel was unbearable. i kept on grabbing at her legs and she kept on slapping my hands.

“daddy i am not that kind of girl”

“daddy why do you keep on doing that?”

“daddy you aren’t supposed to do that to me”

once we finally got to the hotel and made it to the front desk it was almost the living end.

as i tried to check in her hands were all over me.

“how many sir?” the clerck asks.

“uh, two – two queen beds please” i responde

then i hear her pipe up “but daddy, i want to . . . “

“two beds please” i raise my voice hoping he won’t hear her. work is paying for the room and the last thing I need is for the clerck to be phoning about some aging pervet taking little girls up to his room. but that doesn’t keep the clerk from looking at the both of us with an odd look.

i guess in retribution for quieting her, she slides her hand over my hardened cock. it is all i can do to keep a straight face. “FUCKING BITCH” screams in my head as I want nothing more then to bend her over right here and now and fuck my little sweetpea.

finally we get into the evleator and start our journey up. floor after floor skips by, there is a sigh in my head that we just might make up to the room before someone stops it and joins us. “FUCK” why did I think that thought, it is like karma or something as it dings, stops, and the doors open. a younger couple enters and pushes a button for the floor they want. i look down into her eyes, she stares back biting her lips and smiling that wicked grin only she can.

“daddy, can we practice tonight? can I try and make you squirt your baby juice?” as she looks back up with her puppy dog eyes.

i can feel the blood rush to my face, hell, i can feel my body become flush over her words and the inflection of her voice. is the flushness from her words or from the stare i am getting from the couple. once i get ahold of myself, i stare back at them, lock my lips on my little sweetpea, pull away and respond “baby girl we will practice until you get it right”.

they both spin around and stare at the door, the women lets out a sigh of disgust while the man gives me a second look. i just smile back at him. he tries to smile back, but his wife hits him in the arm as he tries. it makes me smile even more as i place my hand on her ass, squeezing hard enough she give a little squeal. as they leave, i swear i can hear her calling me a perv under her breath.

what seems like forever we finally make it to my room. once inside we lock in an embrace i have not expreienced since college. i want nothing more then to rip every stitch of clothing from her flesh and fuck the every loving shit out of her; but this is also the first time i have seen her and want to soak up every moment and make it last.

there is that first time, that first experience, the one you will always think about and never, ever be able to recreate again in life. too often i have been to hasty in life, but this time i want to savor it all – like a fine bottle of wine or a most succulent meal.

as i lean back on the bed, i tell her to “dance for daddy sweetpea – show me how you dance when you go out on the weekends”

slowly her hips sway back and forth to a song in her head. i want to know what she hears, what seductive beat she is listening to as i watch her hips move. her hands hiking up her skirt showing me a little more leg, a little but not all. her hand moves to her breast, cupping it, feeling it, her other hand running up her neck and through her hair.

i turn on the tv to the music station, goldfrapp is playing and i watch as her motions adjust to the new rhytm of the music.

“mmm – honey, sweetpea, do you want to practice on daddy?”

her hips and body keep on moving, but her eyes lock with mine.

“can i daddy? i have been trying to get better like you want me to”

“come her love and show me how you good you have gotten”

she shayes her way over to me on the bed, hiking up her skirt so that i can see the wet cotton panties underneath. kneeling down before me. her hands pulling at my belt, tugging at the buttons of my jeans. my cock spring up almost slapping her in the face.

“is daddy glad to see me?” she asks

a low moan is the best response i can provide as her lips envolpe my cock and slide down the shaft.

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