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| I am changing my profile name to OurDirtySecrets...apparently there is another user with a similar name to mine, so I will be closing this profile to avoid any more confusion...please come find me at OurDirtySecrets if you think you might be the Mommy or Daddy I need.
Please Daddy - find me. I need you. I can't cum anymore unless I'm thinking of you. You are so deep inside my thoughts...
I've been away from CM for awhile now...stopping in only briefly because of outside factors. I've learned a lot about myself, and before my break, I met a very special Daddy who I was willing to give all of myself to - mind, body, and soul...we spent a great deal of time corresponding. He made my knees weak, and fulfilled all of my incest and submissive fantasies...but then I had a huge family emergency that took all of my attention...and in the course of figuring out that emergency, I lost my beloved Daddy. The whole thing made me take a step back...I lost all my momentum. But now I feel like I'm ready to start again. I need to start out slowly, starting with emails and IM first before taking the next big step...I need someone who will be patient with me.
Just so you know, I am a Domme who needs to explore her submissive side with a Daddy who will train me, teach me, punish me, and love me. I don't want to sub for anyone but a Daddy - and I have some very dark incest fantasies. That illusion of sharing something forbidden with my real Daddy. I also have a huge breast fetish and fantasize about lactating for my Daddy.
I also know I am not a masochist...of course spanking is necessary for naughty girls, but I do not like pain.
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This is the truth - the whole truth...I've never spoken of this before, but now I'm ready to share the secret...:
The first time I ever orgasmed was over my Daddy's knee...I was 13 and acting like a complete brat...I was insolent, argumentative and whiny. I remember him saying, "If you're going to act like a child,I'm going to treat you like one." There had been no sexual intent, only punishment. I was crying from anger and humiliation, and fighting him...but he was stronger than I was, obviously. He bent me over his lap and spanked me bare handed. I was wearing cut off shorts that got pulled tight as I fought. The angle must have been just right - all that squirming against his knee...When I started to cum, it hit hard and fast - crying turning to moaning...my body spasming. I had no idea what was happening. Daddy was shocked, but knew what had happened. He sent me to my room immediately. I was shaking from the argument, the humiliation, and the intensity of the orgasm. I was scared...Daddy had been so angry, and then he was...stunned. I didn't know what to think. I had wetness running down my legs and my panties and shorts were soaked. I thought I had wet myself. I cleaned myself up and say on the bed, worrying about what would happen next.
Daddy knocked on the door about an hour later and sat down on the bed next to me...he hesitantly asked me if I knew what had happened earlier...I shook my head, afraid he was still angry. He asked me if anything like that had ever happened to me before. I shook my head again, finally looking at him, my eyes filling with tears because I was afraid I was in even more trouble. He brushed the tears from my cheeks and asked me how it had felt...When I told him it felt really good, he smiled gently at me. He put his arms around me and pulled me too him. I felt myself relax in his arms as he brushed my hair. Finally, he quietly asked me if I would like to learn how to make that feeling happen again. I responded enthusiastically. He smiled again, and told me it had to be our secret - no one else could ever know or we would both be in deep trouble. He made me promise not to tell anyone and I understood that that kind of secret was huge -
And so began my training. My mom was an ER nurse and worked nights 3 or 4 nights a week, so we had a lot of time to train. On those nights, Daddy would teach me all different ways to orgasm - from gentle fingering to slutty humping. For months he introduced me to many different toys and positions. He'd spank me, restrain me, finger me, or fill me with vibrators. He would attach toys to chairs and watch as I rode them - encouraging me to grind and hump harder and faster or slow and sensual. He'd suckle my breasts and tease me...teaching me to cum from nipple stimulation alone. Sometimes he was gentle, sometimes he wanted a slutty cum whore. He loved to see how many times he could make me cum over a couple of hours. He never had me touch him, nor did he fuck me. But after he had exhausted me, he would masturbate as I watched, laying exhausted in my own cum. Then he would send me to shower, or sometimes he would bathe me. He would tuck me into bed and cuddle with me until I fell asleep.
One night, after many months of this - as he masturbated, I found the energy and courage to roll over and take his cock in my mouth. He was stunned, and came almost immediately. I looked up at him with cum running down my chin and he did something he had never done before...he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately - tongue deep in my mouth, leaving me breathless and even wetter than before. He pulled away shakily, and wiped my chin with his finger. He held his finger to my mouth and I licked it clean. He moaned and whispered, "You are Daddy's perfect little girl...his perfect slut."
That opened the door to letting me touch him. It was still about making me cum as often as possible, but instead of masturbating at the end, he'd have me suck him...or he'd rub on me. Sometimes he'd join me in the shower or bath. I couldn't keep my hands off of him.
More than a year passed before we started fucking. He liked to have me sit in his lap and grind against his cock while I wore panties...he loved feeling how wet the panties got as I humped. One night my panties shifted and he slipped inside me by accident. We both cried out and I was afraid he'd pull out, so I rode him like a wild animal, like he had trained me on toys. We came together...hard, fast, and messy. What was already an intense relationship exploded into extreme decadence. We fucked as often as possible. Daddy had had a vasectomy after I was born, so pregnancy was never a worry.
Eventually, Daddy stopped being able to get hard for my mother, but he'd be rock hard for me the moment I walked into the room. I owned his cock, and he owned all of me. I was his good girl. Or his slutty whore, depending on mood.
As I grew older, we continued our taboo secret...but we agreed that I needed to have a "normal" sex life with boys my own age. I dated...I slept with boys...but no one tapped into my sexuality like Daddy. No one could make me as wet or make me cum as hard. I eventually even married, but Daddy continued to be my secret, perfect lover. Mom passed away when I was newly married and Daddy dated, but those women couldn't make him hard either. Just I could. All his cum belonged to me. Until the day he died, he was my perfect Dom...my perfect Daddy.
I've never written about these memories because they were mine...the need to keep the secret was so important for so long. And I didn't want to share them - no one would understand my secrets and how special they are. But Daddy's is gone now...and I miss him. I can't replace him, but I'm hoping a new Daddy can fill some of the emptiness. |
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It seems like forever before the house quiets down for the night. I'm restless and urgent for Daddy's visit. He finally arrives, slipping through my door and locking it behind him. He sees me in in the glow of my bedside lamp - my legs spread wide for him, all my wetness glistening on my thighs. He growls at the sight and pulls his pajama bottoms off rapidly. Before I can blink he's on top of me...kissing me...fondling me...our moans mixing together. He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head as he kisses me hard and thrusts into me roughly. He slides right in because I've done my job well. We both almost cry out, but know me mustn't. We swallow each other's need down our throats. He starts fucking me...shaking against me...my hands still pinned over my head. "Tell me what you need my little whore...tell me...tell Daddy what you need," he gasps against my neck. "I need my Daddy. I need Daddy's cock inside me," I answer, making him fuck me harder. "Tell me more," he says to me. "I need Daddy's love. I need to be Daddy's little whore." He fucks me with wild animal need - he was right, there's nothing gentle about this. "I've missed you I've missed you I've missed you," he repeats with every thrust. "Daddy, oh Daddy God yes," I say. He finally lets go of my wrists, angling to drive himself deeper inside of me. My hands are everywhere, on his neck...down his back...grabbing his ass...it doesn't take long before we both explode...biting back our screams as orgasms rocket through us. Daddy collapses into my arms, unable to speak. Our hearts pounding. Our breathing ragged. I caress his skin until we regain control. Daddy shifts and pulls me into his arms. He strokes my hair and whispers, "Who are you?" "I'm Daddy's little whore" I answer obediently. He kisses the top of my head and says, "Who do you belong to?" "You Daddy," I reply. He hugs me tightly. "That's right baby. Don't ever forget that." He continues to hold me for awhile longer. Eventually he makes me sit up. He kisses me deeply again and says reluctantly, "I need to go to bed. Never leave me for that long again. We both can't handle it . Daddy loves you so much." "I love you more than anything Daddy," I reply. He kisses me again then slips out my bedroom door. I fall asleep with my Daddy all over my skin. |
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I've been away from home for a week visiting Grandma...Daddy is still at work when I get home, so I busy myself by unpacking. When I hear the garage door open, I nearly fly down the hallway to his study. He meets me in the hallway and pulls me into his study, shutting the door behind us.. He pulls me against him roughly, my back against his chest...I can feel his already hard cock pressing against my ass. He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in and kissing my skin...He shudders with me in his arms...his breathing already ragged. He presses his cock against me, his hands everywhere - pinching my nipples roughly, lifting my skirt and pressing my pussy through my panties, making them instantly wet. He's rough and urgent with me...mouth and hands hungry on my skin. "You're never allowed to leave Daddy for such a long time again," he says harshly against my neck. "I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't sleep. All i think about is you - feeling you - kissing you - fucking you. You're such a naughty little girl, making Daddy feel like this. I can't help myself. I stroke myself all of the time and nothing helps - nothing quenches this fire burning under my skin. I've got to have you...I've got to make you mine..." He grinds against me, pinching me, teasing me, making me moan in his arms...He's breathless as he fondles and gropes me. "My whore...Daddy's naughty little whore is finally back home in my arms where she belongs." He breaks away from me - turning me around. His face is flushed, his erection standing out prominently. "I can't control myself...you're my obsession...I have to punish you for making me feel this way." He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply until I'm whimpering with need. His cock so hard against me. "Go -make yourself wet for Daddy. Make yourself very wet. Daddy is coming to you after your mother is asleep, but you have to be ready. I'm not going to be gentle. I need you too much." He kisses me deeply again, his fingers at my pussy. We both moan at the sensation. "God your mother got this wet for me," he growls. Then he pushes me away and says, "Go now before I can't stop myself and take you right here while everyone is still awake." I run back to my room, my clothes all disheveled...hoping I don't run into anyone. I get ready for bed and prepare myself just like Daddy ordered - I finger myself and think of Daddy's hands and mouth on my skin. It's not long before i'm soaking wet. But I don't cum. I know I have to save that for Daddy. |
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I love dinners when you touch me secretly under the table Daddy. When I wear a short skirt and my cotton panties...your hand steals into my lap, pressing against me through my panties. I spread my legs for you so you have easier access. Sometimes I have to shift in my seat because your touch feels so good. I even drop my fork once or twice. Mom comments on how clumsy I'm being. Every once in awhile you remove your hand and lick your fingers. You making "mmmm" sounds while you meet my eye. Mom says she's glad you're enjoying the food. When your hand sneaks back under the table, you reach for mine and guide it to the hard bulge in your shorts. You flex your hips to press against my hand. You pretend to adjust your belt, but you actually unzip your shorts and pull your cock out. I run my fingers over the hard, smooth skin as your hand goes back to playing with me through my panties, occasionally running a finger under the elastic around my leg to get closer to my wetness. I wrap my fingers around your erection and stroke softly. You make another noise of appreciation. By the end of dinner my panties are soaked and I can feel the liquid dripping from your cock. You pretend to adjust your belt again, tucking your hard cock back in your shorts. You compliment mom on how delicious dinner was, then remind me that you'll meet me in your study after I finish dishes to help me with my homework... |
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I close my eyes and sense my daddy behind me as I'm changing my clothes after school. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. His hands cupping my breasts as I free them from my bra. I immediately arch my back at his touch, an immediate sound of pleasure escaping from me. He steps closer to me as I lean back against him - feeling his erection pressing into my backside. My daddy's fingers expertly toying with my nipples, eliciting more noises of pleasure from me. My body unable to hold still, rubbing against his hard cock. With one hand, he continues to tease my nipple. His other hand trails down my belly to reach my pussy. His fingers delving deep inside me. His own moans escaping as he feels how wet his attentions have made me. |
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Your office door is closed again and I'm tempted to walk in without knocking like before. But I hesitate because if you're working, you'll be angry. So I knock softly and say, "its me Daddy." You tell me I can come in, so I slip through the door, shutting it behind me. You're at your desk again. Your pants are on the floor and you are again stroking your hard cock. You've already turned your chair so I get the best view possible when I enter the room. I lean back against the door like before and watch your hand move on your cock. My eyes travel up your chest, noticing how hard you're breathing. My eyes meet yours and I'm mesmerized by the look on your face. A look I later learn is a combination of lust. Need. Love. You bite your lip and make a noise that instantly makes my body react - a combination of a moan and a growl. I go back to watching you handle yourself - noticing how tight you hold your cock - how fast you stroke. Noticing how you slow down when your breathing becomes ragged. I bite my own lip, feeling my body react - the space between my legs growing wetter. "Would you like to touch it?" you ask, your voice strangely hoarse. I meet your eyes again and reply, "Yes please daddy." I walk slowly across the floor and kneel before you - your legs spread to accomodate me. I look intently at your hard cock - swollen and glistening. I ask you if it hurts and you tell me no - that it feels wonderful. I cautiously reach out a finger to touch it and am amazed at how smooth and hard it feels. You shudder at my touch and I draw my hand back quickly, afraid I have down something wrong. "No baby girl. Don't be afraid. You feel very good," you say in that same hoarse tone. You reach for my hand and wrap it around your cock, your hand covering mine as you show me how you like to be touched. After a few moments you withdraw your hand and we both watch mine stroke your cock all by itself. I grow bold and explore those things below your cock with my other hand. Within moments you're breathing has increased again and more moans are escaping you. I slow my movements down just like I watched you do and you shudder again. "Look at you," you say. "My little natural." I look up at you, hoping I've pleased you and that look on your face rocks me. Keeping eye contact I start stroking hard and fast again and gasp as you react - arching your back, your head thrown back in pleasure. You breathing quickens again, but I don't slow down. I keep stroking and the sounds you make are intense and delicious. When liquid rockets out of your cock, I expect it because I had watched you before, but the amount surprises me. I keep stroking until every last drop emerges, fascinated by its milky, sticky appearance. I even reach down and taste it with my tongue, making you shudder again. When every last drop has been expelled, I stop stroking, but I keep exploring - fingering all the different textures and ridges. You watch me explore as your breathing returns to normal. You gather some tissue and show me how to clean up the mess we made. You stand up and pull up your pants, which leaves me disappointed. But after you return to your chair, you reach for me and gather me in your lap. You tuck me in against your chest and stroke my hair. Finally you ask, "Did you enjoy what we just did?" "Oh yes Daddy," I reply. "Did your body react to what you were doing?" I tell you how wet I got between my legs. You're silent for a moment, but I can feel your cock twitch against me. Finally you ask, "Would you like more lessons in learning what is happening to us when we play like that?" I look up at you, eagerly saying yes. You smile and tell me, "Okay little one. Then Daddy will teach you all kinds of things. But it must stay a secret. We can't tell mom or anyone else. Its just something for you and I. Okay?" I answer eagerly again, proud and happy that Daddy wants to share a secret with me. You lean down and kiss me, your tongue gently caressing my lips for a brief moment, making my body react again. And I can feel your own reaction twitch again against me. You glance at the cock and sigh. You tuck me back inside your arms and go back to stroking my hair. "Lessons are going to have to start later little one," you say. "Its almost dinner time." When mom comes to get us for supper, she finds me curled up in your lap, your fingers caressing my hair as we watch a funny show on your computer. |
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I believe the first time I caught you masturbating, I walked into your office without knocking. The door was shut and the directions were to always knock first. But I was excited to tell you about something and I burst in - you were behind your desk watching something on your computer and stroking yourself. We were both startled and you started to hide yourself from me until you noticed the expression of curiosity on my face. You continued stroking, turning your chair so I could see better. I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it - my eyes on your swollen cock. Watching your hand move intimately over your skin. My own breathing increased rapidly as you stroked faster. You watching my fascination. I could tell something had changed when you started making moaning sounds and I met your eyes, watching the play of emotions over your face. When you exploded, we both moaned. You lay back in your chair gasping and breathing hard - still watching me. I heard Mom calling me then, so I smiled at you, and slipped out the door, closing it behind me.
That night I started touching myself for the first time, the memory of my Daddy's explosion forever in my mind. |
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